#i feel so rusty but it's been fun

[gesssekai]

STAR TREK: VOYAGER // S1E1&2: Caretaker

"We're alone, in an uncharted part of the galaxy. We've already made some friends here, and some enemies. We have no idea of the dangers we're going to face, but one thing is clear. Both crews are going to have to work together if we're to survive."

[luckyartdrawer]

The doodle page is COOKIN today! ngl I have no ideas for warm-up sketches, but I just really liked what I was able to dump on the page regardless, so wanted to share lol

Maybe one day I'll be able to doodle a ton. Please brain I beg of thee-

vvv Close Up's (Because I LIKE em!) below! vvv

[dafry-shenanigans]

I have no idea wth is happening but i want in-

Randy: Uh... Is he okay...?

Jake: Yeah don't worry, he'll be fine... I think...

[5-turtleducks-in-a-trenchcoat]

I will never be over the Paris catacombs/Mr. Ceiling arc. There was so much good horror stuff in there, I adore it.

[corrodedcoughin]

little story about little Eddie and his 2 new friends | word count approx 2.5k | general audience rating | steve and eddie are kids and Wayne is a pushover

Wayne sometimes thinks it was a mistake, not taking in the boy. God no, he would never think of Eddie as anything other than an important and intrinsic part of his life, couldn't be without him, wouldn't want to be. 

No, what Wayne worries about is how his readiness to help Eddie feel loved might contribute to the boy's difficulty in making friends.

It was an innocent enough request, Eddie asked for a pet as all young children do. He was so small and so wide eyed, just a scrap of an 8 year old with more feelings than he knew what to do with. Wayne knew he'd never hold up against any request Eddie made but he liked to pretend to himself that he could. And while technically he never pandered to the boy, yes Eddie usually got what he wanted but in a way that suited their means. Or so Wayne tells himself. 

8 year old Eddie asked for a pet and a pet is what he got.

-

Eddie barrelled into the trailer door, backpack swinging off his arm and ready to be thrown into the corner. Planning to shoot off back out the door to do his usual; lift up rocks and inspect whatever bugs he could find, to grab sticks and imagine them as wizard staffs, to let his imagination finally run wild after hours of sitting still at a desk under too bright lights and too busy class rooms. In truth he wasn't really paying attention to the insides of the trailer, expecting it to be the same as always. It took a very pointed cough for Eddie to register that Wayne was unusually home from work, far earlier than normal, and a further loud clearing of the throat for Eddie to pay attention to what Wayne had placed on the kitchen table. 

Right in the middle of the table, sitting in a beam of sunlight, was a cage and in that cage was what would soon become, Eddie's very reason for being. He crept up close, almost as if scared that any sudden movements would prove the whole thing to be a cruel illusion. He was brought out of his reverie by a pink nose wiggling at the bars, whiskers attached and twitching as the rest of the rat appeared.

'is he-? is he for real?' Eddie said with a gasp, hands inching towards the door of the cage. 

Wayne had to suppress a laugh, trust this boy to be bowled over in wonder at a rat as if it were a puppy. He opened the contraption of the enclosure door and dipped his hand inside, allowing the rat to climb onto his palm. The guy from work assured him that this one was the most tame he had, inquisitive to a fault and oddly enough, desperate to be handled. Quite honestly, the perfect match for his well meaning but excitable nephew-near-enough-son. 

'Yeah, yeah kid it's for real. And he's a she.' Wayne lets the rat sniff at Eddie's hands, little pink hands finding a platform on Eddie's palms, clearly holding himself a still as possible but if Wayne knew this boy, and he did, he knows that Eddie is so close to vibrating out of his skin, that containing that much excitement must be killing him. 

'I don't care. Wayne, I don't! Can she sleep in my room? Does she know tricks? Can I teach her? What does she like? Can I take her to school? Please! Wayne!' He's started now, words pouring out of his mouth, tripping over himself to try and release every thought entering his brain at lightning speed.

'Woah, there' Wayne says pulling the rat up, cradling it in two hands, 'We got to be kind to her alright? She's only small. Doesn't know what loud noises are good and which are bad, okay?' He watches as Eddie nods vigorously, eyes never leaving the creature. 'Now you promised me you'd look after a pet so that's what's going to happen. She is your responsibility. That means cleaning, feeding and loving, got it?' Eddie nods again, tentatively reaching his hands up, the image of Oliver Twist springs to Wayne's mind. 

Wayne comes around the kitchen table, crouches down to Eddie on creaky knees and hands the rat over, filling Eddie's small hands with a heartbeat and fur. Eddie giggles, watching as the rat surveils the new patch of skin its found itself on. 

'Tickles, Wayne' and its said with such love and devotion Wayne almost feels his heart break 

'Yeah son. She does, doesn't she?' 

-

 Of course it takes less than a week and Eddie and Sam are inseparable. As soon as Eddie gets home he's itching for his furry friend, delighting in the way she scampers around the room, over his arms and anywhere she can get. No matter what though, she always comes back to him. She can be digging in to a particularly interesting crevice behind the couch but she'll always come running back when she hears Eddie make a noise.  

The thing is, Eddie is a pretty lonely kid. Not for lack of trying, don't get it wrong. Eddie tries to socialise he tries to talk to the other kids in his class, get them involved in his imaginary games and play pretend but being the new kid doesn't really do him any favours. Being the new kid that lives in the trailer park and a penchant for biting to show affection does him even less. 

To Eddie, its him and Sam against the world. He can come home and know that his best friend will listen to all his problems, will stay close and won't run away even when he's extra loud or being 'a lot' as his teacher like to tell him. He's so tired of being told to use his 'quiet hands', his 'inside voice' and every other subdued phrase they try to press on him. 

This particular day was a hard one, Sally Winters had said that Eddie was 'bad luck' and the word quickly spread around by recess. Eddie had thought he was making some progress with a couple of kids from the class, was thinking today might be the day that he finally got asked to play but that hope quickly got squashed. He had hopped up to the potential friends with a stick in his hand and a notion of being a pirate when they both looked at him like he was a monster, they couldn't get away fast enough. And Eddie couldn't find a place to hide quick enough before the fat and heavy tears fell from his eyes. 

It was a long day and home time was his only saving grace. 

Wayne knows somethings up, can tell in the way that Eddie isn't even really talking to Sam, hardly looking at the Tv despite the fact that Wayne very purposefully had put the cartoon Lord of the Rings movie on. The sure fire fall back he liked to keep in his back pocket. The trump card to get his kid happy. This time though? No luck. Looking at the kid makes a chasm open up in his gut, deep and full of overwhelming sadness that he just wants to stop, wants to find the solution to make this boy smile like the sun again. They don't talk much for the rest of the night but Wayne makes sure to stay close, stay awake in case he's needed. Eddie spends the time between dinner and bed sitting on the floor, side pressed up against Wayne's leg and playing fetch with bits of Wayne's whittling with Sam, not a word said. 

-

Eddie wakes up the next morning with a plan and a devil may care attitude. Oh so carefully he maintains his usual routine; says good morning to Sam, carts her around the trailer as he washes his face and wanders into the kitchen, placing her in her secondary cage so she can eat breakfast with Eddie and Wayne - Eddie was adamant that they couldn't have meals without her, 'she's part of the family!' and soft hearted fool Wayne Munson agreed and an additional cage was sourced. 

When breakfast is finished Eddie begins his usual rigmarole of dragging his feet to get out of his pjs and into his clothes, reluctant to grab his bag and go out the door. Same old protests as Wayne watches him walk out towards the school bus. 

What is a new addition to the routine though, is Sam Munson hiding up the sleeve of a school boy and about to go on a secret and very dangerous mission. A mission to survive the school day. 

Surprisingly, Eddie manages to keep Sam secret, keep her safe, the whole morning. He came prepared with snacks to make sure she was entertained and happy, he couldn't stand the thought of her being sad, her eyes get so big and her tail droops as well as her ears, it makes the whole of Eddie ache. But no, she's happy, or happy enough at least. 

So the morning goes without a hitch, Eddie making noises to cover up any squeaks and keeping a hand in his pocket to reassure Sam, stowed in the pocket of his hoodie. He knows he's seen as 'weird' so what's a few extra noises? They are let out for recess and Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, thinking this is his time to let Sam out, knowing she's desperate for some fresh air. Sure, she's peed in his hoodie pocket, but he can't really tell with it's dark colour and the layer of t-shirt between the wet material and his tummy. 

He runs off to his usual corner, stuck between a bush and a tree and gently tips Sam out of his pocket, she scampers around his feet and gratefully accepts a broken off bit of cracker between her hands.

'Thanks for coming with me Sam. Everyone is so mean, its so stupid. I don't care. You are a better friend than any of those losers' He crouches down, hoping to find a twig to play fetch with. A game that he delights in, is immeasurably proud of her for learning it so quickly. 'Gonna find you the best stick Sam. Promise. Best stick for the best friend' 

He continues muttering to himself and doesn't notice that he's getting progressively louder after finding a twig and beginning the game. Doesn't register that he's drawn unwanted attention with his happy shouts and encouragement until a body is crashing through the shrub he's hidden himself behind. 

Sam doesn't notice either until the unexpected form is right in front of her and she bolts, running as fast as her legs will carry her and Eddie is right behind her, muttering under his breath as he trips over his own feet in an attempt to catch her 'oh shit oh no oh no oh no' He's pushing himself as hard as he can but it doesn't count for much, he never was the fastest. He keeps trying though but then a faster body is accelrating past him, in a evident bee line for Sam. 

Without thinking, Eddie lets out a painful 'NO!' terrified of what might happen.

He knows people think rats are dirty, thinks they don't deserve love and don't deserve life. He doesn't want to imagine what this person's intent might be. Sam reaches a dead end up against the wall of the school and the body, the boy, stops infront of her. Scoops her up? Cradles her into his chest? Eddie...Eddie doesn't know what to think, he's prepared to fight this kid but then the boy is looking up at him with curious hazel eyes. Stroking Sam's head gently and with intent.

He holds Sam out, careful with his motions, trying to blow his brown floppy hair out of his face without disturbing the animal in his hands 'is she okay? is she yours? did I hurt her? she looks okay, is she?' Eddie gingerly steps forward and plucks Sam out of the boys hands, gives hera thorough inspection as the other boy continues 

'I didn't mean to scare her I swear! I didn't even know you had her! I won't tell, I swear I wont! You know...you shouldn't really have a rat in school. If I promise not to tell can I play with you? I'm Steve' 

Holding her close, Eddie squints at the boy, at Steve, and thinks. Thinks about how he looks nice, about how soft his hair looks and how he asked Eddie, Eddie!, to play, that he didn't give him a wide bearth and that he held Sam with such care. It isn't even a hard decision.

They spend the rest of recess together. Eddie shows Steve just how smart Sam. That she can play fetch, that she can run across one arm to the next, over your shoulders without losing balance. That she can twitch her whiskers and it seems like she's laughing at the joke Eddie tells her. That she laughs at the joke Steve tells her! Steve learns that she's named after somebody called Samwise and it doesn't matter that he's a boy because Sam is brave just like Samwise and smart and cares just as much. That Sam is Sam and Eddie is Frodo and together they can take on the world. 

Steve asks if he can have a name too and Eddie calls him Legolas, doesn't tell him why. Doesn't say that Steve reminds him of the pretty elves described in the books Wayne reads out loud to Eddie. It doesn't matter, not really. 

Recess ends and they shuffle back to the school doors, both of them lagging behind the others.

Eddie steels himself, knows he has to bring his misfortune up so that he can own in, so that his new friend doesn't find out from someone else. 'I'm bad luck you know. Sally...she said it. now everyone wont talk to me. I wont be mad if you don't either. I've got Sam. We'll be oaky! So you can just go, I don't care!' He knows he's getting wound up, he can't stop himself. He just wants the bandaid ripped off so he can start feeling sad quicker, get it over with sooner.

Before he can register is, Steve is wrapped around Eddie in a flash of a hug, careful to keep his tummy away from squashing Sam. 

'Not bad luck to me. See you tomorrow Frodo' Steve whispers next to Eddie's ear and shuffles through the school door. 

Eddie is in a daze of joy and happiness, thoughts rumbling through his head but none of them sticking as he journey back into his class room. Pure happiness radiating out of his body, he takes Sam out of his pocket and holds her up to his face 'Sam you made my bad luck go away!' kissing her on the forehead as he hears his teacher scream 

'EDWARD MUNSON IS THAT A RAT?!'

-

So Wayne thought the already unpopular kid having a rat would make things worse. Turns out, he was wrong. Very, very wrong. He might have to start pocket inspections before school though.

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also on ao3 if that's the preferred reading format for you

[shirogane-oushirou]

@/andouilles did a guerilla magma stream so i drew my little guys 💗 =v= i need to draw on magma more often, its so much fun to let loose a bit hehe!!!

[akkivee]

they aren’t very good pics but i got a few shots of kuroda-san in the rusty rabbit panel 🤭

[pixelateddork]

Made this specifically for the thief poll going on RN

Go vote Lupin!!

[disillusionedjudge]

wolf's rain au

Legend says that, when the world is dying and about to end, the gates of Paradise will open to a world born anew. It says that only wolves can open the gates to Paradise - guided by a Lunar Flower. But it is a legend dismissed as a legend and nothing more. The world is not dying. Lunar Flowers do not exist.

And wolves are extinct.

But not everyone believes it to be merely a legend, and there are those who know wolves still exist. They are well hidden - both Hume and wolf - walking amongst the other races without anyone the wiser. To find Paradise is in their blood, and when the time comes, they will be the ones to find Paradise. To open the gates and usher in a new world - one better and full of life. And the existence of wolves - the promise of Paradise - is something House Solidor is eager to claim.

The wolves of House Ynarra have pledged their loyalty to House Solidor since the first Solidor took the throne of Archadia. In turn, their loyalty is rewarded with protection, riches, and reputation. That each the firstborn Ynarra in each generation will become Judge Magister and remain close to the Emperor for as long as they remain loyal, and as long as they ensure House Solidor will be able to get into Paradise promised. It is something that has not changed for generations, and something Takrin is ready to instill in his son. His son who is of his blood and a wolf like him. His son who will be his successor as Judge Magister, and his son who will continue such loyalty.

Gylfie is not of his blood. Not completely, at least. By half through his mother, but his mother was not a wolf. Nor was her mother, nor her father. Or so it was believed. Herewynn had wolf blood in her veins, even though it did not show, and so it was passed to her son and her granddaughter - the half-niece of Takrin. The bastard child of his half-brother he was forced to raise to keep Alsga at his side. A wolf he did not know he was raising.

Like the rest of House Ynarra, Gylfie hid the fact she was a wolf to everyone around her - including Takrin and Silas, sworn to secrecy by Alsga in a desperate attempt to keep her safe. She hid who she was from those she fully trusted, and denied who she was even to herself. Wolves were extinct for a reason - hunted down out of fear and hate. It was safer to be Hume, and leave the nickname the Wolf of Archadia as nothing more than an unofficial title. But she would take that title as her rightful place as firstborn, even though she was not Takrin's daughter, because she was still a Ynarra. Because she was always more wolf than woman, no matter how hard she tried to fight it.

---

Gylfie has black fur as a wolf, and both the scar along her neck and her metal choker stick around in both forms.

[goldensunset]

took a break from dying badly in unova (gen 5) to go and die badly in unova (gen 9)

[buck2eddie]

fic moodboard inspired by and my heart beats by @henswilsons

It’s Chimney, who brings it up first. “At this point I don’t think I know how to be anything except a dad.”

Or, Christopher grows up. Eddie plants a garden.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

finally sitting down an animating something >;)

[terra-tortoise]

i havent drawn in over a month and i am kind of dreading the being-kind-of-bad-at-it but i think my plan is to get that dtday im ya know a month late on (i messaged the person already n they were kind abt it) as a warm up, work on the apparel / last touches for my art trade, and then draw alecto a headshot 👍

[noisemachinedotcom]

well wishes and an iron grip

[lucky-draws]

9.6.23

[yourenotacat-writes]

WIP Wednesday

It's been a while 😅

I haven't shared anything in soooo long and I've really missed it, so here's ~200 words of that shinlena fic I've been working on. Set immediately after the main mission in Vol 4, between the gap in the last chapter and the epilogue. It's the first time she's seen him injured, and I wanted to explore their feelings around that. Lena, fussing over him and realizing that he still isn't safe, and Shin, being beyond annoyed by it lmao. I might be writing him a bit too grouchy but 🤷‍♂️

**

As his silence persisted, her eyes wandered.

Dried blood clumped up sections of his hair, stray bits flaking around his hairline, as bandages poked through the holes torn into his flight suit. His balance seemed off. Eyes half-dazed and breath a slight whistle from his teeth. The white scarf around his neck was still damp, stained with the proof of battle. Not even the dark hue of his flight suit could disguise it.

Those eyes combed over every inch of him, like insects, leaving that vague itchy restlessness in their wake. And suddenly Shin felt indecent, an urge to cover up, despite being fully clothed. His jaw tensed as he tried to ignore it.

It wasn’t like Lena hadn’t seen blood before. The large-scale offensive had slaughtered hundreds of thousands in the Republic's capital alone, so of course she had.

Just not his.

And she never would have, if Shin had had any say in the matter.

When he finally spoke up, irritation laced his voice. “While I appreciate it, there was no reason to wait for me, Colonel. I would have checked in with you tomorrow.”

Lena smiled faintly. "You know I didn’t come here as your commanding officer, Shin.”

Biting his tongue kept him from saying something rude. She always did waste her time on him.