#archer job

[magiapkmpto]

los prohibidos en el ROO

[victusinveritas]

Well sure now they make the job fully remote. "Hey applicants, this job can be done safely from your bunker in [undisclosed]. Only a MOAB will be able to pry you out of there and we don't think nongovernmental assassins are using those yet."

[luckyshinyhunter]

💗⚔️🥰Ah, the perks of the classic enemies to lovers trope, good to know I'm not the only one who supports these ships! 💗⚔️🥰

[abagofmagictrix]

When it comes to playing animated villains, Christian Slater is pretty underrated.

(He literally just plays a dick version of himself in Archer and I find that stupidly funny for some reason)

[wrinkleintime]

enterprise text posts: featuring that scene in the catwalk that always cracks me up

[sbd-laytall]

Clark. Come on. I'm so sorry. Sorry, Clark. Please. Clark. Clark, can you hear me? I couldn't stop myself.

Smallville | 8.01 | "Odyssey"

[zaraza61]

bitter truth ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[archer-kacey]

[1/2] [gimmie a min]

I yearn to make somewhat reasonably paced comics about furries dealing w the horrors of Nulla Terra

(I LOVE SHIPWRECKED 64/HI 09 also this whole thing started because I wondered what Chief was gonna do about nub-holding, seeing as (from what I read) they tend to hurt and it's prob not a good idea to touch them)

[iced-souls]

They’re just getting a closer look

Og image below

[rapturemctro]

Got some absolutely FANTASTIC commissions from @rose-trap-cafe that I have to show off because they're so stunning!!!

[projectjasper]

there should be some kind of an international program that links up autistic people with employers in a field relevant to their special interest. like, i'm not saying you should immediately hire me, but if you have a three minute conversation with me and realise how knowledgeable i am on the topic and how i'm ready to fall on a sword for it if ever necessary, i think you're actually gonna want me to work for you.

[bei-credo]

Happy 2025!

I felt like drawing the old characters from my dnd group. it's been like 5 years since last time i've drawn them, they feel very nostalgic now. These were all seperate drawings i decided to join onto the same page, it almost looks like a movie poster now ahah

[luckyshinyhunter]

🤗🥰🤗The classic found family trope always be my favorite trope in media, whether live-action or animated, it's incredibly heartwarming and it gets me everytime!🤗🥰����

[shroudandsands]

Prompt #6: Halcyon

You can’t tell where it went wrong. How did a simple escort go wrong? How did you screw this up? It was supposed to be easy. You clutch the bow in your hand as you hide behind the carriage.

Your old friend falls in beside you as a bolt of void-lightning spears past them. You free a hand to clasp their shoulder, to ground them for a moment as you both look at each other with the same mix of fear. No words to exchange, of course, the moment is far too short for that. Instead they grip their axe. You nod at them. And you throw yourself out from behind cover. You loose an arrow into the shoulder of one of the summoners. A bolt of fire from one of the voidsent is sent wide by the sturdy metal of the axe. You slip under its wide arc to sink another broadhead into the chest of that same summoner in vain hopes it will curb the tide of monsters that flood the small pass. You hear the sizzle of lightning behind you, the scent of flesh held in flame for too long, and you can only give it a passing glance as the hands around that axe begin to sear into its handle. You can’t look them in the face. You nock the smaller bodkin arrows as you loose them into imp, hound, and what seems like a half-failed summoning of a deepeye. They strike true, they strike well- But you know it’s little more than a moment’s breath of success before you’ll be surrounded. You duck as you hear the axe swing wide around you once more. A bolt of lightning vaporizes one of the voidsent you’d shot. The taste of ozone in your mouth holds back your scream. Your arms, your fingers, the entirety of your body keeps its motion- your last broadhead, bloodied from the body you’d ripped it from, nock and point it as you can barely keep your heart from stopping at the sight of it. You hear the axe hit stone. The gargoyle is massive. Its greying skin and blackened eyes worse than the stories you’ve heard told about them. You’re not even certain the arrow you’re holding will do anything to it. Didn’t that one hunter you met tell you that only magic could hurt them? Or was it that you had to kill their summoner? You’d already shot one, yes, but there could be more and you needed to spot them it was your only chance- There’s an axe in its mouth. Your whole world spirals down into a single point. You scream as your world rocks hard. You’re thrown off your feet, your bow thudding into the dirt too many fulms away. You clutch at your chest. You can’t crawl. You can’t roll. You’re still clutching the arrow in your fist. The metal bites into your flesh. It keeps you awake. You can still only see the axe. And then wings of paradise.

“Get him up!” Comes the call of a commander, a veteran, a voice you’re sure you’ve heard once before. “I’ll round up the voidsent, you take out their casters!” You’re not sure if she’s talking to you. But then another voice is, for certain, as those same wings you thought you’d hallucinated in throes of death spin down to shield your eyes. They scream with elemental rage as you can barely make out the bodies falling to their onslaught. “They are alive-” Your eyes snap open to meet the gaze of a Raen. Her hand on your chest keeps you down. Her magicks bleeding from her like sunlight into your wounds. You clutch the broadhead. Your hand’s wounds reopen. “You will stay under bough. Fly true with which winds will point-” She slaps your bow into your hand in the moment of seeming calm on the battlefield. You manage to look up long enough to see the other; a woman in a white coat and a blade of gleaming silver throwing herself into the midst of all those monsters without a second thought. She’s winning. You grip your bow. You can still see the axe.

The steel of the arrow gleams with your blood and someone else’s. There’s no way it will do anything to the gargoyle. There’s no way it will give as much pain as you have rage. But you’re on your feet. You’re pulling back on the string. Those wings of paradise circle you. They line up with your bow. Magic bursts from them around you, around your arrow, and for a moment you feel as if you can see every second passing. For a moment you feel as if you bear an angel’s blessing. She nods at you. You loose the bolt of light from your bow. It rages, unfocused and bright, like the Destroyer’s own star. And with every onze of your fury it burns away at the dark. A divine wind to carry it. You can’t breathe. The wind from your chest.

You watch as a lone hand picks up the axe. It glints in the afterglow. You don’t look at their face. They nod at you. And you loose another arrow. Another bolt of light.

This will be the first of so many. You will always remember.

[katyakazanovas]

not my dad calling me the fuck out 😔

[zylphiacrowley]

🎯