#goggles on head

[diamondzart]

After 2+ years I finally made an animatic about these two. I’m still surprised it took so long 😅

Watch on Youtube | [Audio source]

[bluebirbbb]

a choir of furies in your head

[grapegoggle]

this took forever because my ipad kept dying

happy 4/8 day!!!!

[timethehobo]

I have no reference for Manfred’s full outfit but the brain insisted on giving him a onesie but it’s shorts.

[aerypear]

Next on I think I know what something looks like until I draw it and THEN google wtf something looks like to reference colors and go “oh... Oh that’s not at all what I drew... Oh well” Yes, the thermos is incorrect. shhhhhhhh Felt like I was drawing him from the left side too often because....  addressing his hair on the right was like “Thaz a lot of hair in the way, why bother”, WELL PAST ME YOU’RE WRONG, HE’S FUCKING CUTE Anyway, nuff me rambling

[petrichal]

had to pause crying my eyes out at Doflamingo's appearance. why's he serving cunt at the pirate king's execution

[gayjedicoded]

Tech's goggles always made me hc him as dyslexic, so here he is in the new shirt Phee got him

[unpretty]

the first guy to sell some kind of daft punk helmet you can stick your dumbass vr goggles inside of to hide your shame and distribute the weight is going to make so much fucking money

[mo-ok]

[naranja-301]

Stan can feel his vision going blurry, he was crying, figures out a while ago but how can't he? He felt like it was to much, to much for him but at the same time felt so good.

There betwen his legs laying down in the bed was Fiddleford, his hands holding with a gentle hold both his thighs and his mouth trailing with soft Kisses his skin. His touch was so gentle and so hot at the same time, the lips of Fiddleford going all the way up from his knees to his inner thighs.

After a few minutes of kissing the touch turned into nibbling, the teeths of Fiddleford leaving light marks in Stan.

Oh, but that wasn't the thing that was making Stan go crazy, it was the things that Fiddleford said to him in any touch his lips Made, in any nibbling his teeth Made on the skin of his thighs.

"I love You so much, Stanley...You are so good...so inteligent"

Another soft bite meets the skin of Stan, that with those Words, the way Fiddleford said them Made him unable to hold back another cried moan from his throat

"I'm-...i'm not-"

"sshhh...My love...My everything...yes You are"

Fiddleford moves his lips more up, almost metting with that spot on the body of Stan that sure would made the man go more overwhealmed that he already was.

"please...Fidds...I...I can't-"

"yes You can, love...please...let me love You..."

Fiddleford moves slighty from betwen the legs of Stan, sitting betwen them and his hands make their way to the face of Stan that had some tears in it. He gives Stan a warm smile, his eyes showing only love for the man under him, sweaping his tears with his thumbs.

He leans foward, Stan has to hold tight the sheets of the bed to supress another moan that wanted to leave his lips but at this point his body didn't made the actions his brain was telling to. He felt scared, even a bit frustrated with himself. Weak, the first thing his brain was screaming at him when he leaves another moan when Fiddleford breaks the Kiss and returns to those soft, gentle touches Fiddleford around his body, and just like if Fiddleford could read his mind he stopped, it was so sudden that made Stan freeze in place.

Stan looks up at Fiddleford Who had a somekind sad expression in his face and Stan hates himself for feeling like being the reason of that expression. Before he can Say anything he feels how Fiddleford holds his hand with his, guiding it to his face, massaging the back of his hand with both of his hands. He could feel the warm of the skin of Fiddleford, his thumb in an unconsious action caresing his cheek.

"Stan..."

"...i'm sorry... i'm-...I-"

God, why did he felt like this? Why does his heart have to hurt so much when looking up at the eyes of the other? Those eyes that Saw in him something he doesn't even know what, but sure enought to make the other stay and don't leave him, don't push him away. He felt his visión going blurry again, no no no he can't, he can't show weakness, not now, not with Fiddleford.

He is about to Say sorry again when the sensation of those warm and soft lips meet his jawline, then the corner of his lips, his nose and finally, the corner on his left eye. His hand no longer on the cheek of Fiddleford but holded with his in a soft grip.

"Stanley...You don't have to Say sorry for anything..."

"..."

"It's ok...it's ok, Stanley..."

Stan keeps looking up in silence at Fiddleford for some minutes, just Staring at the other with a shaky breath. His eyes traveling for all the face of Fiddleford, his eyes, his large nose, those lips, the lips that Made him felt like crazy just Moments before.

And then, he can feel how his ear gets a bit wet, his vision going more blurry. Stan leaves a shaky breath while more and more tears falls from the sides of his face.

He can't help himself this time, his body craving for letting all out, feeling still scared but now more secure, secure that the other wouldn't call him weak, or even a dissater. He cries, he even can feel how Fiddleford hugs him tight with his arms, cooed to him as if he were a little kid.

"it's on Stan...I got You...I got You..."

Stan wraps his arms back around Fiddleford, it was tigh, like he was scared the other would run away from him. He cries now more lauder, hiding his face on the crock of the neck of Fiddleford.

They both keeps like that for around 30 minutes, Fiddleford not stopping wispering those sweet and warm Words to Stan, brushing his hand on his back.

Stan sniffes his nose, sweaping the tears out from his eyes. He doesn't dare to look up at Fiddleford, not yet, he just stays there and wispers lowly at him.

"...thank You...for everything..."

Fiddleford hugs more tight at Stan, leaving a soft Kiss in his ear.

"anytime..."

[themintman]

that one "do you think we're friends in every universe" Dan and Tray post I made AGES ago but space dogified.. rubs my hands together like a cartoon villain

The drawing 👇👇 based on this one painting my friend sent me AGES ago to draw for a different au (mermal 🎉🐟) but uh. IT GOT TURNED INTO A TDM THING-

also the original post I made

[liauditore]

BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY!

[darkxsoulzyx]

I somehow forgot to post this???? Here you guys go

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

I like to think about what Morro's dynamic with the ninjas could be in a timeline where he A) didn't die and B) developed into being. Able to be on friendly terms with them lol

Kai: EVENTUAL mutual respect but I doubt they like each other. At least not normally. If you think destinyduo would ever be normal, you are wrong. Constant bickering, constant competition, constant sparing. Ironically, because of all that, they know each other very well, espicially their fighting styles. Their rivarly will NEVER die. They work together well, funnily enough. You know that one post that's like "throw darts at it all you like but you still put their photo up on your wall"? Thats them to me.

Zane: really chill, actually. They get along pretty decently. Don't play though Zane would constantly mess with Morro but Morro would never be able to figure out if he's doing it on purpose. They could have some really interesting conversations post Ice-Emperor.

Nya: it'd start off really rocky but I think they'd come to an understanding of each other. At the base personality, they're not all that different from each other if you think about it. Morro would bring out a side of Nya that would terrorize random criminals in Ninjago City I think. Twin elements, wojira duo.

Jay: he'd make Morro blow a FUSE if they ever talked for more than like 5 minutes. You think it'd be Kai that rountinely piss Morro off the most? WRONG. it's Jay. Essentially, in arguements with Morro, he'd run off Loonely Tunes logic so Morro would never win. Ill advised to make them work together something WILL blow up.

Cole: similarly chill dynamic with these two I think. I like to think post-dotd Morro would be on some solo vigilante shit and somehow Cole would get wrapped up in that so they sorta bond through that and ghost experiences. Morro did help him out during dotd, I think that'd matter to Cole. They're friends.

Lloyd: woo boy. This one's interesting. For the longest while it'd be extremely distant. Very tense. I think a lot of their dynamic would be cold pragmatism on Lloyd's end and Morro silently trying to make things up through action. Trying to prove himself, not even asking for forgiveness. It'd take a long time for their relationship to become on more traditionally friendly terms. After that though Lloyd is going to make so much fun of him, all the time. Morro has to grit his teeth abt it lmao. Loser.

Anyways this was late night thoughts with me goodbye.

[alexanderender101]

DcxDp prompt

based on a mix of "TWINcognito mode" on ao3 and the "mad scientist fenton" au and some other clone promt i can't remember the name of (2 for 1 or something)

so essentially ra's makes a clone of tim with his spleen (because he's a creep) and dunked it in the lazarus pits because something, readers choice. But something went wrong, like really wrong and now not only does said clone (now danny) have some eldritch soul

But because of the pits, his memories (both from tim and danny) are so mingled and messy that he can't tell the two sets of memories apart from one another.

So with his mixed up mind danny runs away from ra's and vanishes from the league of assassins radar.

On another note multiple heros/vigilantes have this mad scientist teen running around calling himself fenton

(Danny only has vague memories from both himself and tim as well as a bunch of random information, but he can't tell the memories apart from each other, also I'd like to imagine that because he has such vague memories he ends up creating Android/robot versions of like sam, tucker, jazz and such)

and here are the references for this prompt

[skellymom]

Death is nothing at all...

I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am I, and you are you,

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort,

Without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

Somewhere very near,

Just around the corner.

All is well.

-Henry Scott Holland

*I happened to find this poem in a box of family photos, birth, and death certificates. It was originally printed in a newspaper next to a photo of "The Wall" of missing persons flyers posted on the wall around Ground Zero (to protect the public from building wreckage) weeks after 9/11.

It was also used at my beloved grandmother's funeral reception.

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