#i barely had time to draw this

[rustingcat]

Stars

Kara knew it was going to be a long day the moment her sister called her at 5 am, and asked her to help with a rampaging alien in town. She kissed her girlfriend softly on the forehead and teared herself out of bed, put on her suit and jumped into National City's sky.

It was well after 8 when Kara finished dealing with the aftermath, stopping to help the firefighters to take control of the area and clear out any debris. She made it to her office at eight twenty five, after a quick stop to shower at home, only five minutes short of her meeting with Cat. She shot Lena a quick message to reassure her she was okay, promising to make it to lunch and went in to greet Cat.

The meeting stretched longer than she liked. She started daydreaming about lunch with Lena and considered surprising her with some flowers just because, when her phone rang again with Alex emergency ringtone for the second time that day. Cat waved at her dismissively, telling her to "go save the day." Kara flashed her an apologetic smile and left.

She's only been to the new DEO a handful of times after she stepped back from most of her Supergirl duties. It was quite similar to the previous one, if only the Med bay had better access and less glass doors. J'onn and Alex were already near the big screen, styling the schematics of an old warehouse.

"What's up Alex?" She asked, making herself known to the group.

"It's about the attack from this morning." Alex said.

"Did he escape?"

"No, apparently this guy was a distraction. While you were fighting with him, there was a massive break in inside a large warehouse belonging to Lord industries. They were working on a special energy source that was far from market ready, which means it's highly dangerous." Alex used her serious tone, meaning things were worse than it seemed.

"If it was a distraction, did you try to interrogate the attacker from this morning?"

"That's the other thing," J'onn crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. "We identified him as a G'newtian, a very peaceful species that is more likely to give up than even attempt a fight."

"Then, why..?"

"We found traces of toxin in his blood," J'onn continued.

"He'd been dragged?"

"Most likely," He nodded. "We're working on an antidote, hopefully we'll be able to break him out of it soon."

"We are currently trying to locate him by searching for the energy signature, But we–"

"Director Danvers!" One of the agents cut her off. "We received a message that there's another attack near the pier."

"I'll take care of it," Kara announced. "You focus on the next heist."

"Alright, stay safe. We'll update you once the antidote is ready." Alex said and Kara flew out.

It was another G'newtian that greeted her at the pier, raging terror and destroying everything in sight. She did her best to hold him back, prioritising keeping civilians safe over taking him down. Nia joined in part way through the fight, using her dream energy shield to protect who she could. Kara didn't want to cause the poor soul any more damage than necessary, he was as much of a victim there as the rest of the people around then, if not more. When an agent told her the antidote was ready, she made a quick trip to the DEO balcony, leaving the young mother to make sure everyone was safe, took the antidote from the agent, and came back to swiftly stick it to his upper arm. It took a few seconds, but the G'newtian passed out motionless on the ground, ending the fight with minimal damage.

Kara just made it to the DEO with the G'newtian to let him recover, when Alex strode in, face furrowed and emanating pure frustration.

"I guess you didn't catch them?" Kara guessed, using a lighter voice to hopefully alleviate some of the tension. It didn't seem to work."What did they steal this time?"

"Power plant, they took the new L.L foundation's emergency energy capsule." Alex pulled up the schematic on the screen.

"They already have enough power to level the entire city with this thing." J'onn pointed out.

"You think they're building a bomb?" Alex inquired.

"There's a good chance for that." J'onn nodded.

Kara took a step back and let them continue the investigation as she checked her phone. It was well past lunch time, she quickly opened Lena's conversation to apologise, finding there a few messages asking her to be safe with little red hearts. She smiled to herself and pressed the call button.

"Kara! Are you okay?" Lena asked before she could even say hello.

"Yes, I'm more than fine," she tried to reassure her.

"Are you sure? Is there more going on? Do you need help?"

"I promise we got it under control, and if we need help, Alex will call you immediately."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, It's probably just another alien. I defeated many before."

"I know many aliens that are not 'just'."

"Oh, yeah? Anyone in particular?" Kara was grateful to break the tension with some light flirting.

"I wouldn't call you 'just'."

"What am I if I'm not 'just an alien'?"

There was a small beat of silence. "You're a gift from the stars, Kara."

Kara was left speechless, she wasn't ready for this kind of statement. Warm feelings spread throughout her body, giving her the energy she needed after everything she went through that day.

"Promise me you'll be safe, alright? We need you safe."

Kara nodded to herself and swallowed hard. "I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you, too

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[itsthislake]

“Icarus.”

it's all about freedom really

Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!

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[athanmis]

ITS ETHO DAY YIPPEE!!!! etho day!!!!! (redstone break)

[beamattack]

ken & shinjiro

[shepscapades]

Hermit a Day May: Day 4 — Keralis!

[littlegayteaboy]

how similar zuko and ozai look from side profile got me thinking:

i mean they have the same straight forehead, same brow, and the long and sharp nose. having a familial resemblance to the person you hate most in the world is real and it sucks. i imagine this bothers zuko for a long time, bc every time he looks in the mirror he's reminded of ozai.

until one day he gets socked in the face by an assassin and breaks his nose. ever since then he has a nose bump and he's very happy with it

[elbdot]

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WOW Gladion, very reliable, love that we finally got through to you, fwiends forever am I right 🫠

WE'RE BACK with a MEGA UPLOAD that was too big for one post so I had to part it in two, see you guys in a week with the second part (and the Webtoons update!) OR you can read the whole thing on my Patreon early! 👍

Patreon - And thank you guys so much for your patience for this update!! :D ☺️💖 It took AGES because of the backgrounds...

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[fumiko-matsubara]

A day out together 🧡🍁🍂

Shout out to all the rankane yuri fics I've been reading the past two weeks where they'd just go on a date in at least one chapter because it's all my brain cares about right now lol 🫶🏼

[ganondoodle]

random (human) demise gesture sketch turned painting

(and version without bg)

[gamergenia]

[Image ID: Six pictures of the Hollow Knight, as a shade, with a distinctive crack down the middle of it's face. The first one involved a top-down view of it looking forwards, with its body swaying in a wavy motion. The second one is it looking to its left, lacking eyes. The third one is it as a hatchling. The fourth one is it looking upwards, its mouth exposed and partially open. The fifth image is a small doodle of it holding Lemm like a cardboard cutout. The sixth one is another small doodle, this time depicting it holding several siblings in its arms. End ID]

[heybiji]

sketching a ttrpg npc that has yet to show up on screen yet. i'm well.

[somerandomcockroach]

A large burning canvas could be seen in the distance.

The neat fingers, full of small dents from the friction of the sword handle, caught a small flame, which immediately went out from faint pressure.

There was silence, a living silence, one of those that strains with its sound. A warm wind heated his battered, but carefully polished armor.

"You want to say something"

"I want" Blurr answered, turning sharply to the dark silhouette behind him that was quietly watching him until now. He clenched his fist with a grinding sound, where the spark died out, and demonstratively opened it towards the darkness. "And this is how you are paid for making the world freer! This is what remains of your legacy, and you react as if it doesn’t concern you at all!"

"It does not concern me anymore" the figure answered him calmly.

"Shockwave, stop!"

"Is that an order?"

"It's a request” His angry expression made it clear that this request was an obligation. “I just don't recognize you for these few months." His hand shook slightly with anger. Black smoke seeped through the cracks in his armor.

"I don't recognize myself for even longer time." Blurr visibly trembled at these words, realizing where the dialogue was leading. Shockwave slowly approached, his long, deformed fingers, three times longer than one of Blurr's fingers, carefully reached out to his hand and wrapped his palms in his huge paws, kneeling down to be on the same level with him. "Blurr, I-"

Blurr turned his head away so as not to see one piercing, but such a swampy dim light of his terrifying eye, which had become more precious to him than his weekly knightly brigandage. "Shut up. It's too early, we haven't agreed on when exactly to do this"

The dull mass of metal, which was only a tangible casing, after some hope of catching at least a spark of doubt, only lowered its head heavily. The crackling of the fire continued to be heard around. The soot reached them, gifting them with at least some warm light among the shades of cold before dying. Realization, regret, reluctance were not reflected in the knight's optics. His armor, always proudly looking into the face of danger, now reflected only the cowardly lights of the fire from behind. Despite this, he did not remove his hand from the strong lock until the blades themselves parted. Shockwave disappeared. Disappeared as he had done for the past few months.

Blurr turned back to the burning wall. From afar were heard screams, squeals, grinding, clanking. The column of fire did not subside, as if it was fed by fuel from secret reserves. It had been burning like that for hours, as if to show the greatness of this building over others that would have left only a column of smoke long ago.

Shockwave's last school of dark magic was burning out, as was the will of its creator to live.

[whaliiwatching]

let’s put it to music

prompt: boombox

[biblically-accurate-dca]

rejoice! fish 🐟

[vodid]

warmth