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[scribblechicken]

Sacrifice to the Sorting Algorithm

Reupload from 2021.

[pianokantzart]

I’ve heard some Mario Movie criticizers call Mario and Luigi’s brotherly chemistry “forced” and “unrealistic,” usually when comparing it to the 1993 movie. Thoughts?

I don't see it. Mario and Luigi's relationship on screen looked to me like just a slightly more affectionate version of me and my sisters' relationship. Didn't feel forced at all.

It's especially weird to compare it to the 1993 movie. That Mario and Luigi might have been technically brothers, but the dynamic was more father-son in nature. It's comparing apples and oranges.

[ohnoitsz1m]

shepvance plsplsplsplsplspls 🙏🙏

It is done :]

I just realized gheyre matchies with their ear+face markings

Sketch i didnt like

[lavendermin]

saw your vampire jy post and i immediately started thinking about him sadly drinking on a bottle of your blood at work because he cant just call you to feed you’ve got your own things to do during the day and he doesn’t want to bother you but the blood just doesn’t taste right to him he needs to suck it directly from you 😞give this man his walking bloodbag back

Your brain is so so huge anon.

Of course you can’t readily be available each time he needs to feed. You two developed some backups for unforeseen circumstances and the like.

This was one of such instances where he’s left without your presence to enrich his day. The Seat of Divine Foresight is always cold and bleak when your visit isn’t expected.

So Jing Yuan is left at his desk, eyes scanning document after document with eyes occasionally darting to the main entrance. Like a fool, part of him hopes your schedule changes. No such luck today.

cw | blood, alcohol

An intricate cup sits near him, dark red wine fragrant as he swirls it before taking a sip. His brows scrunch momentarily, savoring the flavor. The placebo isn’t enough. And without company he can hardly convince himself to enjoy a glass.

He reaches into his desk, hand wandering to the very back where a compartment in the wood above sits cool to the touch. A light press and it opens for him to dig out a small vial of crimson liquid.

The fragrance of the wine changes immediately upon adding it. He knows he should be using only a few drops but Jing Yuan is also aware you will be back in three days whereas the entire vial of blood will tide him over for at least five.

The liquid swirls in his cup—aged and with an iron-like scent. It’s not the same on his tongue. Cold and devoid of the meaning he craves. Lacking pulse and pleasure.

It’s never the same as the lovely scent of the blood that runs hot through your veins. The liquid burns like a fine rum down his throat when he feeds from you directly—drunk on your taste.

He can’t help but recall each time he’s sunk his teeth into you as he swirls the remnants of the wine, head resting against his fist while the documents remain ignored on his desk. Yearning will do him more harm than good, but Jing Yuan is only rarely selfish. You’d scold him if you saw him sulking like this.

He knocks back the remainder of the wine, not particularly proud of the lack of elegance it probably displays. There’s hardly anyone at the main room of Seat of Divine Foresight at this time of night anyway. His teeth ache where they anticipate your skin with the taste of your crimson liquid on his tongue.

It’s a bittersweet feeling. One that will have to do until you’re back.

[blindmagdalena]

I had a really fluffy homie thought; basically cuddling on the couch under a fluffy throw blanket and watching cartoons like Rick and Morty or Bob’s Burgers. It’s probably totally ooc for HL but the holidays are always a little rough for me and this made me feel all fluffy and warm 😂

Homelander really doesn't care what goes on the TV. That's not why he pushes you down onto the couch or why he's nuzzling into the crook of your neck, snaking his arms around your waist.

The TV being on is more incidental than anything else; maybe it's for you, something to keep you distracted and still while he indulges in being more vulnerable than he usually cares to show.

Either way, he never pays much attention to it.

He's far more focused on the slightly alien feel of his bare fingers brushing the nape of your neck. He normally keeps himself so removed from the world, sensation muffled by the soft leather of his gloves.

He doesn't need the suit here. He doesn't need the world to be deafened or muted. With you, he can be raw. Exposed. Content.

This way, he can clearly feel the beat of your heart against his chest without thick padding dampening it. He wonders if you can feel the steady, strong thump of his. He listens to your lungs fill and empty, the breath from your lips ghosting over his temple and rolling goosebumps down his spine.

He can feel your mortality in every bit of you. Your whole existence can be broken down into such simple, primitive mechanisms, and yet the sum of you is something magic.

There is no frailty in the way you hold him, no uncertainty. You don't hesitate. You love him. More than that, you make it seem so easy. He can't understand why so many have failed to give what you have in spades.

He's not cold, but it's sweet that you pull the throw blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over your entangled bodies. Your fingertips brush his jaw as you tuck it in around his neck. He smiles against the skin just below your ear and kisses it appreciatively.

You card your fingers through his hair, gently separating any gelled pieces that might tug. You don't have to, but it's sweet that you do.

It's sweet that you touch him like you could break him.

It's a difficult pill to swallow that in reality, you could. You could break him apart with the wrong words, the wrong look, the wrong rush of adrenaline. He would fall apart and tear the world down with him if you ever turned on him.

His grip tightens just enough to hitch the flow of your breaths.

"You okay?" You ask, hand pausing to cup the back of his head.

There it is. Your frailty. It would take so little to break your spine, and yet the echoes of that crack would haunt him for the rest of his life. The circle of your arms is a glass house, a precarious invitation for tragedy.

Sickening that the thought of tragedy still frightens him when it's all he's ever known. That fear sits inside him like an ugly, festering wound. The rot of it spills into all aspects of him—paranoia, anger, possessiveness, he feels it all with such burning fervor.

It's easier to simply call it love.

"Yeah," he says eventually, lifting his head to meet your gaze. You look concerned, so he kisses you. "M'great," he insists, shaping the words against your lips. "You make everything... great." He feels you smile at that.

"If you're sure," you say, pushing both hands through his hair. He can only imagine the shape of it after all the toying you've done with it. "You're squeezing awfully tight."

"Sorry," he says, not sounding very sorry. He won't tell you that he was testing the give of your body, sensing with his arms exactly what it would take for you to break apart within them. Not when he's so devastatingly content.

You brush his cheek with your knuckles. "It's okay. I don't mind."

"I might squeeze too tight," he says, leaning into your touch.

"You won't," you assure him.

"I have before," he counters.

You pause a moment. "You know better now."

"Sometimes." He says it like a confession. A dirty little secret for your ears alone that sometimes—only sometimes—he's not entirely sure he's doing the right thing.

The two of you sit in a poignant silence, the television paused on one of those Are you still watching? prompts.

"I'll tell you when it's too tight," you say, tipping his head back to meet your gaze. "And you'll listen to me."

He stares at you for awhile, gaze flitting slightly as he takes in the somber look of you. You've never been afraid of speaking up. Not even against him. He believes you.

And you'll listen to me.

An assertion he would balk at from anyone else. Instead, in your voice, from your soft lips, the thought soothes him.

"Yeah," he says, flexing his grip slightly. "Okay."

"Good. You can squeeze a little tighter," you say, settling your head back down against the couch.

He does. He closes his grip ever so slightly and buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking in a deep breath. A little tighter, and you squeeze his shoulder in warning. He lets out a breath and relaxes his hold on you with it, practically melting against you.

The two of you stay like that for a while, each of you testing the feel of the other. The slow tap of warm fingertips and freely exploring hands mapping out a lifetime of potential in the others body. He's gentle out of necessity, and you're gentle out of understanding.

Homelander hits play on the remote before he settles back down. He still doesn't care for watching, but it's a means of telling you without telling you that he's not ready for this moment to end.

Blessedly, you slip your fingers back into his hair, accepting the gesture for what it is.

[mewnia]

Anyway, @the-east-art , @browniefox , and I found the camera angle in this scene to be interesting during our playthrough the other day. Couldn’t get it out of my head haha :P

Bonus:

[fraternum-momentum]

im actually crying these r all so cute it rlly made my week better,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, thamk u all so muhc

[heronoegg]

Hello again! This isn’t really a request, moreso a question or statement. I’m not exactly sure what their names are, but they’re both old students Aizawa used to teach. That one poodle looking girl and the one with puffy earrings and blue hair? Anyways, I just wanted to ask, have you ever drawn them before? I’m having kinda of a trip because I swear you have.

anyways, sorry to be a bother dude! Have a good day/night!

i've never drawn her before you may be thinking of someone else? idk why i haven't drawn them sooner honestly, i gotta work on her shape but i think she has some kind of snowflake quirk her eyes are very different nobody else has eyes like this

furry lady im down

I didn't know UA allowed this i draw Amajiki like this with a jacket under the school jacket it canonly can be done he looks like protoman from megaman

the rest i didn't wanna draw the bug that's to hard rn

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Helloo! I love your ABC's series of Alan Rickman's characters and so happen to see that you posted a prompt idea list a few days ago! Could you do a "wearing the other person's clothes" and "head scratches" for Lionel Shahbandar please? (Either of the two is fine if it's too much 😅) Thanks! <3

Ohhhhhhhh I love this one. We're gonna go with both here. <3

Sleepy morning snuggles

Lionel Shabandar x Reader

Lions are softies at heart, sometimes they just want snuggles and scritches

It was an early Wednesday morning in London. The sky was grey, and rain was falling steadily against your apartment windows as you moved around your kitchen to make breakfast. Movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention and you turned your head to see your lover emerging from your bedroom, still looking sleep mussed. You tried to stifle a giggle as you saw what he was wearing. "What's so funny?" He asks, with a mock indigent glare. His deep voice even more gravely than usual. "Nothing." you reply, innocently, shifting you attention back to the toaster in front of you, "Pink's a good colour on you." He shook his head, a smile tugging on his lips as he closed the distance between you. "Well, it was the only dressing gown you had, and someone made off with my shirt." He ran his hands down your sides to your hips, his palms gliding across the soft, white button up shirt you were wearing. It looked like a mini dress on you. Gripping your hips gently, he turned you to face him. "Not that I mind. I quite enjoy seeing you wearing my clothes." Leaning in and pulling you closer, he pressed a trail of soft, lazy kisses from your lips, along your jawline and down your neck. You brought your arms up to wrap around his shoulders and he responded by nuzzling his face against the curve of your neck. Your body relaxed fully against his. He was still warm from your bed and his arms made you feel safe and secure. You slipped on hand up from his shoulder to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his greying hair. You flexed your fingers, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails the way you knew he liked. The soft moan of pleasure he let out sounded almost like a purr. Lions were just big cats after all.

[vellichorom]

women named peanut butter in some life & twice as sweet...

A FUN LITTLE HANDFUL OF SOFT FUZZY WOMEN FOR MY BELOVED @tomiechu ~

look familiar? FUN FACT! these are all based off of sailor moon shots!

[ragnarokhound]

hey it’s me ur wife. can u pick up more olive oil on the way home?

shaking ur secretary!jason fic in my teeth like a dog with a bone. tim is knee deep in the metaphorical passenger seat for jason, huh. And you wrote jason SO hot. Phone overheated reading it, won’t even lie. guarantee you they did so much roleplay in that relationship after. Tim is so turned on by jason in a tie it’s ridiculous

Hi honey, you got it 😘 want me to pick up ur fave snacks too, or are we stocked up I can never remember

Aldfkskal omgggg tysm 💖 Secretary!Jason fic lives in my heart rent free and was 100% intended to torture Tim with how hot Jason Todd is in a white-collar setting lmfao so I'm happy to hear that it WORKED 😘 knee deep in the passenger seat? Honey, he barely even made it out of his seatbelt, he just leaned over the center console and went to town lmfao

Fr, I kid you not, when Jason took Tim's tie off he was absolutely supposed to use it in the scene somehow? Gagging Tim with it or maybe tying his wrists or blindfolding him or something... But they took it somewhere else without permission from me and the tie got left behind lmao. So you can bet that they got around to misusing Tim's tie during their other, uh, one-on-one performance meetings they held in Tim's office that month UwU

[prythianpages]

LOLLLL bibble playing pranks on cassian, teaming up with azs shadows

Bibble with Cas:

Bibble with Az’s shadows:

Just imagine Az’s shadows twirling with Bibble here

[bribinart]

This happened a few months ago, but I thought I should tell you.

I was watching DS9 with my friend and we were on s3e2 and I mentioned that one could interpret Garak and Bashir's relationship as romantic. They had never even considered this (which was wild to me) and they were in such disbelief that they started looking online to see if there was any fanart because they honestly didn't believe me. They couldn't see them as being anything more than friends. Their stance was staunchly skeptical for a few minutes as they scrolled through dozens of pieces of art until I heard them say "Aw. This one's just called 'A late night debate.'" And I immediately knew which piece they were talking about because I love your art.

Anyway, long story long, your art was so gorgeous, characterized, and well done that it made them see the vision, and I think you deserve to know that.

THANK U SO MUCH THIS IS SO NICE I'M NEVER GONNA RECOVER FROM THIS LORD

[whereismyhat5678]

hugs? ... HUGS. *proceeds to pick peppino up (since she's, like- 2 ft taller than him) and hug him* (here's a bonus drawing bc your art is so cute and how ya draw peppino makes mah heart go:💞💕 AAAAAAAAAA-💕💞)

(There were more asks but I couldn’t fit you all in I’m sorry!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

*Cracks knuckles*

Okay- Let’s get ready for this one- ✍️

I can’t fit all the asks in THERE ARE SO MANY OF YOU-

I mean respect wanting to hug the Italien man BUT OMG- 😂

(Was it at least funny?- I hope I didn’t disappoint you guys- I HAVE SOME SINCE NOVEMBER CRHIST!- I’M SO SORRY- 🙏🙏🙏)

And to those who also left compliments in the asks I have to say thank you so much for it!!

(I currently can’t fit any pictures in here so A CRAZY ANOUNT OF HEARTS WILL DO-)

💗💕💖

Everyone on you guys are so sweet!! I can’t believe you guys look at my silly goofy art I just- AAAHHHGH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU‼️‼️‼️💕💗💖💞✨💕💗💞✨💕💕💖💞✨💕💗💖✨💕💗💞

[heliosphere-underthesky]

There is a theory that jupiter used to be a "cannibal planet" in the very early days of the solar system. Does this theory applies to the AU?

CW: Blood and violence

NOTES: This is mostly artistic liberty on my part, and I will still scour for more sources. This is mostly stored knowledge from space articles I've read through the years of developing this project.

In a way, yes. Here's a concept art of Jupiter in his younger years, rampaging the early solar system.

The early solar system was said to be chaotic, and so it was survival of the fittest for them. Jupiter however, went on a rampage and sought power more than anyone else. He did not really "eat" them, more like he murdered them to absorb their power.

Some surviving casualties of this is Mars, albeit not on purpose since Jupiter didn't target anyone in particular.

He and Sun promised to be stars together, but no matter what he did, he had always seen himself to be a failure. He thought that he had nothing to lose, so he went power hungry and killed past planets both for survival and so that even if he died, he never went out without a fight.

He's changed now though! But he really still regrets his past, it's part of why he never believes himself to be a good person. But he does his duties well! He may not be perfect, but he does his best to protect us from unruly asteroids. He often doesn't kill without a real reason first, unlike in his youth.

Present day, he and Sun had made amends and Sun even appointed him to be his knight! They both live their own lives now and ensure the stability of the solar system together in their own roles.