#hopefully posting this today

[theproblemwithstardust]

Last Line Challenge

so i owe everyone in the world a last line (it's been uhhhh a month since the last one i did). thank you to @lizardberries, @loverboy-havocboy, @aerjnn, @greenharrow,

@probadbatch, @omaano, @cacodaemonia, and @just-here-with-my-thoughts for tagging me! I think it's probably been long enough for most of you to say uno-reverse! XD

My actual last line is: “What happened last night?”

And a fairly long excerpt from this fic below the cut:

Reaching out to smooth the crease away, Echo freezes, staring at his scomp.

“Echo?” Crosshair wraps an arm around his waist, keeping him steady.

But Echo is too occupied with turning his arm, trying to remember what his missing hand looked like.

“Did’ya know I used to be right handed?”

He also had a tattoo. A terrible, shaky outline of a tooka that Fives did with a needle and some ink.

Echo misses it. The tooka and his other arm. And spending time with Fives.

“Kriff,” Crosshair says, emphatically. “How much have you had to drink?”

Echo thinks about it. “A lot,” he decides.

“Right.” Crosshair tightens his grip on Echo’s waist and leads him back toward the party. “We’re going to find Hunter.”

At the center of the clearing, Wrecker is holding court. He’s surrounded by Wookiees, laughing along with a joke that Echo doesn’t understand.

Maybe he just doesn’t speak Shyriiwook.

“If you do, you never told me,” Crosshair says, and when Echo looks up at him, he’s smiling faintly.

Ah. Oops. Echo’s been narrating his inside thoughts on the outside again. Fives used to give him so much shit for doing that.

He leans more of his weight against Crosshair. “Sorry.” Though he’s not entirely sure what for.

“No need for that,” Crosshair reassures him. “You’re much easier to wrangle than Wrecker. The last time he got really drunk, he tried taping a grenade to a blaster.”

Echo blinks. “What?”

“Mhmm,” Crosshair steers him out of the path of another group of Wookiees, “and Tech once disassembled the Marauder’s hyperdrive and reassembled it backwards because he thought it would make time travel possible.”

“What?” Echo repeats. Actually neither thing surprises him, when he stops to think of his new squad mates.

Crosshair snorts. “Like I said. You have nothing to apologize for.”

[conspicuous-clown-car]

uhhh this is really messy and took me like 8 hours, but i feel like if i don’t finish this whole 6 minute animation im never gonna share a single thing of it, so im making sure i do not do that

[bloobydabloob]

Rudimentary things for today. Queue applause from the fishing enthusiasts

[ptr-sqloint]

lab grown angel wip

[clownowo]

i think people don't think hard enough about the state of the ace attorney family tree

bonus worse version with fanon in it and looser definitions of "dubiously canon" because i think its fun:

[dailychunsik]

[115]

[blueskittlesart]

can you believe i also drew these almost a full year ago and then never finished them because i was convinced they absolutely had to be in full color? crazy. anyways. sword of fate part 1.5

part 1 here

[sincerealev]

A series of drawings of the boyfs being cuddly in bed 🫶 (aka self indulgent art)

Did these also to experiment with colors and lighting, besides the fact that I had been wanting to draw the boys in sleeping poses for a while now 👍

(Lineart/sketches below the cut)

[myokk]

Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):

Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;

Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and

Figure out what the hell is going on between us

Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.

It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.

Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.

The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.

Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.

He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.

He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.

He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.

When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.

"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.

She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.

from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶

I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘

[clownsuu]

Mini apology doodle since I didn’t post yesterday 😔🥄🥄

[phantomrush]

was looking through older clip files for stuff to compile into artfight and found my isat doodles from last december that i dont think i posted anywhere? so heres some poor screenshots of them

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what kind of underwear do you think Erik and Charles wear (i'm not asking this to see them half naked) ((please believe me)) (((PLEASE)))

My Personal Belief is charles is a briefs guy while erik's a trunks guy. trunks/briefs kinda couple because i can

and idk just a lil bonus or somethin. as i do.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[empiireans]

they’re watching the meteor shower

[dovewingkinnie]

dont mind me as i proceed to animate these two several times

[monnnn244]

always ily and never ykiwmywyghbauasaicvlatbmmadrtetm