#i cant wait to see where it goes!

[cosmicphenix]

Well, here we are! I made some fanart for a very neat submas au blog called @liminal-station ! I just got back into my Pokémon hyperfixation and immediately got taken away by their au, please go check it out if you can!

I love the designs and I've managed to scroll down their blog to understand the main current focus of the story. It's really good! I love how Modcat and the other ppl playing in the story work! Not even to mention how fun their artstyle is!

It reminds me of my old friends lol

Mini comic under the cut!

Oh btw, i put your character in a skirt bc i couldnt find a refrance with their full-body ((I'm sorry)

That's it. I went overboard on this for sure but I had a lot of fun! So it's not that bad. Hopefully now I can work on my own comic lmfao

😭

[karykca]

guys. caitlyn hitting vi at the end of ep 3 is heartbreaking for SO many reasons. it's a deep betrayal for vi, who wasn't expecting that kind of violence from her, from anyone but her, it was yet another enforcer hurting her, it was caitlyn (potentially) hitting vi on the wound she herself once sold her own rifle to help heal, the same weapon she hit her with, but most importantly,

it's also heartbreaking because vi has dropped everything to be the person she thought caitlyn needed; a pillar, a shoulder to cry on, a soldier, a killer; a betrayer of her own people. she became the same opressor that hurt her community, that killed her parents, that haunted her for the years she spent in stillwater. she became all of that, because she thought that caitlyn needed it.

vi has completely, utterly betrayed herself, and it still wasn't enough for her to stay.

[anydaynowany]

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

head cannon that karl is part lycan so he likes eating raw meat and also another head cannon that ethan stopped eating meat after the events of re7 so ethan is living with some feral man who brings dead animals to his doorstep to try and woo him

(it does not work)

[mellsbell]

was it just me or did fandom exposure completely convince me that essek was supposed to be this shy awkward wizard man who felt more comfortable being grumpy and quiet than being around anyone and i just reached ep 62 and just?? who is this guy being all smug and sexy with his little shoulder-sway swagger and cocky smiles

when this is the face matt does right when essek offers to teach caleb some dunamancy.

ser, i am intrigued.

[applepixls]

watching ren's scootball episode and joel being the aggressive star scootball player? there is so much room for aus and rival scootball team stuff with etho...

[spookberry]

when folks turn danny into ebony darkness dementia ravenway

"No longer did he wear the dorky tshirts and jeans, no hed grown wise to the world and now had the punk goth wardrobe to match. Now he wore ripped black pants and a spiked leather jacket, he had his fingernails painted black and more rings and piercings than you could count. Traded in his converse for well worn black boots. Not to mention his death had began seeping into his human form too and white streaks littered his hair."

Like okay, Slay

[archivebottles]

i forgot i recorded a timelapse of doing that pic of elsters back. which really highlights how scattered i am when i draw lol

[fear-no-mort]

thinkign about how alone and unloved morty was for all his life and rick was the first time anyobdy ever put such an amount of intense attention and dependency onto him . and rick had a whole new family and losing them made him stop seeing the value in other people as a whole and morty was the one and first thing that woke him up

[beaulesbian]

[one piece 1111 spoilers]

these differences in the unofficial vs official translations are sooo interesting!

first thing that caught my attention was the line that the mars gorosei said to rob lucci about insects,

tbh i liked this unofficial translation better "it is hard to single out a lone insect, when you're exterminating the hive!"

vs the official (that gorosei's reply doesn't hit as hard as the unofficial, and even rob lucci begging about kaku seem more polite yet determined in the unofficial):

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but then there was this much bigger change:

unofficial version, where warcury says to dorry and broggy who are protecting luffy: "what quirk of destiny ties you together?"

but in the official it's completely different, with "we have much to settle with your kind"

which really sets a different tone and possibly how the gorosei view the giants in general. (especially when imu has that giant straw hat hidden, but we don't know if even the gorosei are aware of that) :

(and i also like better the usage of the word friend (of luffy's), here)

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a change i liked better in the official version also follows on next page with saturn,

in the unofficial he says "if's that's where you stand, we will have to erase you..." (in context of being luffy's friends/allies).

but the official translation (i feel) adds even more depth to it, with "he must be crushed before you call him something else!"

this is really fun, because it just shows that the giants know about sun god nika, (they even said that luffy looks just like the description of that legend, but luffy of course doesn't know/understand), but mostly luffy is their friend! they're there to save their friend! luffy!

and there's almost this desperation the gorosei are starting to show in really wanting to crush luffy and whoever knows about his real powers and the sun god nika connections.

it really seems to go into the final stage of this arc with very angry gorosei while the strawhats are gonna try to escape!

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and lastly, the very last panel, where the unofficial version in this case seem to convey much more emotions in how this iron giant regards joyboy.

official vs unofficial

[teal-tealwren]

finally started binging lifesteal season 4 this shit kinda funny im watching the first official mer recommended zam stream and he has made several interesting statements such as i could never betray team awesome and i dont want to betray anyone. i may not know all the details but boy does he have some stuff coming

[oh-no-its-bird]

Adjusting my glasses to take a peek into the umbrella academy tag like Hmmmm. Maybe I don't want to watch the new season after all.

[tangramkey]

IT'S CHROME GRADIENT!!!💛💙

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

heya, i have to wake up in three hours but! here's another lil human au snippet! ft. lightly implied Laughingstock! disclaimer i am so so tired so don't come at me for typos or strangely worded sentences or missing info <3

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Before heading home, Eddie swings by a charming little store he’s been to once or twice before. He usually goes to the chain store by his house, but he doesn’t feel like dealing with the hustle and bustle and the endless aisles. This little store is quiet, nice, and strangely has everything anyone could need. 

The lot is mostly empty at this hour, so Eddie claims a spot right at the front. As with the other times, the windows are littered with displays and stickers - half off on this, sale on that. Eddie enters Howdy’s Place with the chime of the door’s shopkeeper’s bell. He’ll get what he needs and get out, quick and easy and peacefu-

Boisterous laughter slams into Eddie like a hammer, so sudden that he jumps in place. An employee stocking cans nearby glances weirdly at him. Eddie clears his throat and hurries into the nearest aisle as the laughter tapers off. The silence barely lasts a second before loud chatter starts up. It’s too fast and muffled for Eddie to understand, but he can pick out two distinct voices - one deep, one less so but still decidedly masculine. 

Eddie tries to tune it out as he gathers what he needs. Toothpaste, some paper towels, shampoo. For the hell of it, he nabs a box of classic bran muffins from the spacious food section. He lingers for a moment, enjoying how far-away the conversation seems at the other corner of the store. Unfortunately, theft is illegal, so Eddie is forced to move towards the noise.

A strange thing about the store - it’s a combination general store, antique shop, and diner, complete with a miniature gift shop separating the two. One long checkout counter stretches from the open store area, behind the gift shop, and into the diner, where the conversation is coming from. An interesting setup, but an understandable one. It allows anyone behind the counter to move fluidly between customers and sections.

As Eddie approaches, the conversation becomes slightly clearer. 

“-said, no wonder you didn’t get her number!” the deeper voice barks, and the two dissolve into that almost-too-loud laughter again. 

As it tapers off, the other voice says, “Sounds like a real charmer! But really, you oughta be careful, Barn. One of these days someone’s gonna throw a right hook at ya.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. A transatlantic accent? He hasn’t heard that anywhere outside of real old movies and a queen he once knew. It sounds natural too, like the man was born to sound like he belongs on a 1920s radio show. It nudges something in the back of Eddie’s mind. He’s started to get really sick of that nudge.

“Oh, this guy did.”

“No kidding? I don’t see a shiner.”

“Well, yeah. I went left.”

Both of them laugh again, and Eddie feels a tiny tug at the corner of his mouth. That wasn’t funny enough to garner an actual laugh in his opinion, but it wasn’t unfunny. 

Eddie steps up to the counter and quietly puts his acquired items on it, not wanting to interrupt. He chances a glance to the side - walking space in front of the counter’s length lets him see right down into the diner.

A large man with dyed-blue hair and an interesting fashion sense is at the bar, talking to an employee leaning against the other side. The employee doesn’t really catch Eddie’s gaze, but the other man… Eddie swears he’s seen him before. He studies him from the corner of his eye, not wanting to be rude but unable to mind his business. 

“Our bouncer didn’t even get a chance at the action - the idiot knocked himself out tryin’ a second swing!” The customer says. His deep voice, wavering with humor, only adds to the sense of familiarity. Metal glints in his right ear. Eddie knows this man from somewhere.

The employee shakes his head, tutting. His busy hands polish a vintage pitcher. “I swear, you get all the crazies.”

“Makes for a good story, though.” The customer takes a sip from his tall milkshake and scoffs. “Though if it wasn’t all well-ending, amusing bull, I doubt I’d be so tolerant.”

Minutes drag by as the two keep talking. Eddie goes from patiently waiting to awkwardly trying to get the employees attention. If only there was someone else behind the counter, but the only other staff member is elsewhere, likely still stocking shelves. 

The two men are too absorbed in their little world, even though both are facing Eddie’s way. The customer has both elbows on the counter, one of them bent to prop up his chin. The employee has his hip leaned against the edge as they chat. They’re obviously very familiar with each other, and clearly deeply enjoy each other's company. 

Still - and Eddie is sorry to say, but it’s bad customer service. He’s not in a rush, but he’d still like to be on his way home. He could be fishing out the complex keys right now. He checks his phone - he’s been here for nearly fifteen minutes. Picking out the items took less than five. 

Eddie sighs, staring at the various cigarette packs displayed behind the counter. He’s never seen the appeal in smoking, but as the laughter starts up again, he almost wishes he did. He’s going to treat himself to a very long shower once he gets home. 

The store’s other employee walks behind the counter, carrying a box. Eddie lights up. Finally - she pointedly clears her throat and heads into the back. 

The constant conversation stalls for the barest moment, and he looks over. The customer grins at him for a second - lord he’s handsome - before turning that grin towards his friend.

“You’re losin’ your touch, Howds,” he teases, bringing his shake straw to his lips.

“I resent that statement. You’re just distracting.”

“Lil’ me? Distracting? C’mon, you can just tell me I’m pretty to my face. I’ll take it like a champ, I swear!”

“Ha, good try.” The employee sets the pitcher down and starts to mosey in Eddie’s direction. “Your ego is big enough for the both of us as is. One more compliment and your head’ll pop like a balloon.”

“Well, given that most balloons don’t really pop, they just kinda deflate slowly-”

“Sorry for the wait!” the employee says loudly in a glaringly obvious customer service tone. He stops in front of Eddie with a cardboard smile. At the other end of the counter, the familiar man snickers and hides his grin behind his drink. “I trust you found everything you did - and didn’t! - need.”

Eddie just stares up at him for a moment. At six-one, Eddie hasn’t felt small in a very long time. He usually stands at least a full inch above other people. This employee - Howdy, his name tag states - has several more on him.

“Uh, y-yes, I uh, I did,” Eddie stammers, glancing at his items. 

“Wonderful! And again, my sincerest apologies for the delay. My friend makes a game out of keeping me from my job.” Howdy shoots his ‘friend’ a glare with enough heat in it to make an ice cube sweat. 

“No worries.”

Howdy scans the items at an almost frightening speed. Beep, into a paper bag. Beep, in. Beep, beep - “Oh, no.”

“What?” Eddie says, dread plucking at his ribs as Howdy holds the bran muffins and shakes his head. “Is there somethin’ wrong?”

“Indeed there is! You’re making a mistake with these. They’re absolutely horrible, I tell ya - and bad for you, too!” Howdy tuts and puts the box to the side. “No, no, you don’t want those.”

“I… don’t?”

“Not if you knew better! Lucky for you, I’m here to set you straight. What you need is-” he snaps his fingers, “Barnaby, be a pal and-”

“Already on it,” ‘Barnaby’ says, appearing next to Eddie.

If Eddie weren’t already paralyzed, he’d jump right out of his skin from how Barnaby towers over him. He has to be a scant inch or so shorter than Howdy, but he still makes Eddie feel tiny. Unfortunately, Barnaby is even more handsome up close. 

“Here ya go.” Barnaby hands a plastic container to Howdy and taps it, smiling lazily down at Eddie. “I’d take his advice on this one. Those bran-named muffins may sound fancy, but they’re pretty crumby! You want muffins of quality. Real breadwinners!

Eddie can’t help a soft laugh. “Breadwinners, heh, that’s a good one.”

“Are you selling these or am I?” Howdy says, raising a bushy eyebrow. 

“Hey, I’m just doin’ what you asked! I’m bein’ a pal.”

“And I - I’m sorry," Eddie interjects, "but you’re awfully familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Eh, I’ve been around, but uh… you ever been to [INSERT GAY BAR NAME HERE]?”

Howdy clears his throat. “I’m trying to make a sale here, Barn. You can flirt on your own dime when you’re not costing me mine.”

“Didja know your nose gets redder when you’re jealous?”

Howdy rolls his eyes and shoves Barnaby in the diner’s direction. Barnaby goes with a hearty snicker. Despite the joke, Eddie thinks it has some merit as Howdy scans the final item and rings him up, considerably frostier than before.

Belatedly, Eddie realizes that he didn’t actually agree to the different muffins. Too late now. “Say, what kind of muffins are those?”

“Poppyseed-lemon.”

Eddie relaxes - that is a lot better than boring bran. “Y’know, my mother loved poppyseed-lemon muffins.”

“Did she now,” Howdy drawls.

“Like you wouldn’t believe! If baking was so much as mentioned, she’d jump right on houndin’ us to whip some up for her, or send us to go buy some. We’d never even get a taste! They’d be gone the moment they hit the air, I tell ya.” Eddie chuckles. “Took me a while to understand what all the fuss is about, but man was she right. They are good!”

“Uh-huh. Well, we have a fresh batch delivered every morning. They’re not the same type every time, mind you, but I can promise that they’re all of the highest quality.”

“Breadwinners, right?” Eddie jokes. Howdy doesn’t blink, but Barnaby snorts. He’ll take it. “I might have to come by more often, if that’s the case! Thank you kindly, sir.”

“Mhm, have a good day.” Howdy hands him the bag and strides away without a glance. The dismissal is clear as day. “Say, Barn, did you hear about the racket one of those cult crackpots stirred up at our dear friend’s tearoom?”

Eddie doesn’t catch the tail-end of the sentence as he hurries away, but he frowns. Cult? What cult? There’s a cult? He certainly didn’t hear of one before moving here, and none of his background checks had turned up anything of the sort. He hopes it was just a figure of speech. 

The door chimes again as Eddie leaves. It isn’t until he’s in his car that the embarrassment of that whole exchange catches up with him. If he had a nickel for every time he’d made a fool of himself in front of a gorgeous, strangely familiar man, he’d have three nickels. At the rate he’s going, he’ll either be rich, or he’ll have to move. 

Eddie subtly tries to peek around the store’s window displays from the safety of his car. He catches a scant glimpse of blue hair - come to think of it, it’s a similar shade to Wally’s. But where Wally’s had, to Eddie’s memory, been uniformly dyed right down to his eyebrows, Barnaby’s rich brown roots were obvious. His beard and eyebrows weren’t dyed, either. 

As Eddie relaxes back into his seat, he re-reads at the store’s name. The color drains from his face and he barely restrains himself from slamming his forehead against the steering wheel.

Oh, of course. Of course he made a fool of himself in front of the owner. Eddie can never come back here again. And it was such a nice store…

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[binghe-malewife-goals]

Since Arcane is so purposeful with its animation in every little detail I'm fully convinced that actually you were supposed to read Jayce and Viktor's relationship in a queer context