#i had fun writing it too

[a-tale-of-legends]

No real title, just wanted to write the SV friends. This isn't a set ordering of events, as in this scene could play out differently as I think on it more, but I thought the idea was cute. Truthfully, I'm not super confident in my portrayal of the SV friends, but hopefully this is still enjoyable!

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“ Wait. Wait. Pause. Kieran? ” Penny raises a brow, “ As in ‘ public enemy number one’ Kieran? As in ‘ guy you wouldn't stop talking about all summer' Kieran? That Kieran.”

Luca looks bashfully to the side, the letter in his hands tight in his hands. He then looks back at his friends, who are all on the opposite couch. Of all of them, the only ones who look remotely happy about the news is Nemona and R.B. And even that was a stretch since R.B was munching on a snack his mom have her. Really she looks unbothered by the whole thing. The same can't be said for Arven, who has his arms crossed pouting, or Penny who just looks utterly confused.

“ Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. Yeah,” Luca gives them his best smile. Arven's eye twitched, Penny brows furrowed, Nemona’s own smile grew wider and R.B continued to munch on her snack, unbothered.

“ ……Okay. What the f-”

“ Penny!” Nemona and Arven say at the same time. From the kitchen, Luca's mom’s voice rang out a “ language!”. Penny flushed, adjusting her glasses.

“ What the….heck?” she glances over everyone to garner any reaction. When she got nothing, she continued, “ What happened? How did we go for lover boy drama-”

“ Hey!” Luca exclaims.

“ - to suddenly getting a letter to come to - what's the called place again?”

“ Kitakami” R.B answers, still munching away.

“ Kitakami, right. Also, more importantly. Who the f- heck writes letters?! In today's society?!”

“ I dunno Penny….” R.B mumbles, though there's a clear tease in her voice, “ Seems pretty romantic if you ask me,”

“ Hey. ” Luca shoots R.B a soft glare, who just looks away innocently,” You know he don't have a phone-”

“ He doesn't have a phone?!” Penny gasps in horror. Before she can continue, Nemona jumps up, looking down at Luca excitedly.

“ Free tickets to a new region that holds a champion?! Heck yes, we have to go!!” She turns around to Penny and Arven,” Come on guys, it's like another adventure! Doesn't that sound fun?!”

“ I’ve had enough adventures for a lifetime, thanks” Penny replied dryly. Luca sighs at his friends banter, then looking at Arven, who's been quiet the whole time.

“ Arven?” he questions shyly. Arven doesn't say anything at all, his eyes closed thinking. Luca shoots R.B a look, only for her to shrug.

“ ….. Actually. You know what? Yeah, let's go.”

Luca’s smile shines, “ Really?!”

R.B, however, squints at Arven, “ Really? ”

“Yep!” Arven nods surely, “ It sounds fun! Plus…” he looks down, turning bashful, “ it….would be nice to go on a trip with friends. I…. don't think I've done that before. S-so. Yeah,”

“ Oh, Arven!!!” Nemona squeals, “ Me too! Aaaaaah, it’ll be our first friendship road trip! Pluuuuuuus, I'm Luca said Kieran was really strong right? We get to have an awesome trip AND awesome battles! What more can you ask for?!”

“ Peace and quiet,” Penny mumbles under her breath, not that it saved her from Nemona's infectious grin.

“ Pennnyyyyyy! You gotta come with us, it wouldn't be the same without you!” Nemona beams, before immediately taking a step back, “ Of course, only if you want to! I didn't mean to-”

“ Relax,” Penny interrupts before Nemona starts to spiral. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink as the light from her glasses hide her eyes, “ I, uh. Wouldn't mind going with you guys. It's seems……fun,”

Luca and Nemona share the same reaction: wide eyes with a bigger smile.

“ Really? Aw, thanks Penny!” Luca cheers, causing Penny to turn away a little, as if trying to hide.

“ Yeah, yeah….”

With 4 out of 5 of the group at a consensus, everyone looks at R.B, who just shrugs.

“Yeah I'm down. Would be nice to see Kitakami again,”

Nemona and Luca cheered.

~~~~~~~

“ Okay,” R.B starts the minute they leave Luca's home, “ What's up with you,” She looks at Arven, who tilts his head.

“ Huh? What are you talking about?”

“ Don't play coy,” Penny says, “ Everyone knows that you get awfully protective of Luca when things go wrong,”

“ As if you guys aren't the same,” Arven huffs.

“ Yeah, but I wasn't the one saying we should fly over to Unova to give Kieran a “talk”. “ R.B made sure to use air quotes over talk.

“ He was clearly giving Luca a lot of emotional distress!” Arven defends, “ You can't blame me for being a bit protective!”

“ Well, yeah, but…” Nemona pipes up, “ Luca and Kieran are all good now! So there's no need to go all Big Bro mode ……right?” She gives R.B a quizzical look.

“ I believe so. I remember Kieran saying he wants to start over, but things went by pretty fast after we got back to B.B academy. Though if they weren't fine, Kieran wouldn't have sent a letter, now would he?”

“ I still can't believe he sent a letter…” Penny mumbles once more.

“ Well whatever!” Arven exclaims, “ We get to go on a fun trip, and I get to show Kieran who Luca’s best buddy is!”

“ We're all Luca’s best buddy, Arven.” R.B points out with a smirk. Arven pays her no mind,already heading off in his own direction.

“ I’ll see you three tomorrow!” He tells, then turns around and points a finger at the three of them, “ Don't be late!”

“ Whatever you say grandpa,” R.B snorts. Arven flips her off before running off.

“ Welp!” Nemona stretches, “ It's getting late, so I better go home too!” She waves at Penny and R.B, “ ¡Buenas noches, chicos!” she says, running off.

“ And then there were two.” R.B jests. Penny gives her a dour look.

“ Please tell me that Miraidon is safe to ride on,”

“ For me? Probably. For you? Nah,” she starts to walk towards Mesagoza, “ We’re walking Penny”

“ Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh”

~~~~~

Luca stares up at the ceiling, his mind buzzing. It was similar to how he was the night before leaving for BB Academy. But instead of his fears and worries taking hold of him, his mind could only think of seeing Kieran again as his friend. They were friends again. The thought made Luca smile wide.

Sleep calls for him, he slowly closes his eyes with a final thought.

“ See you soon, Kiki! “

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[choccy-milky]

from my new oneshot, 'the vexing village of vellmore' ✨ ao3 / wattpad ((it's about seb & clora visiting a cursed village and trying to figure out how to break the curse, and since it ended up being 50k words i decided to split it into 2 chapters and the next part will be out soon!🙏 also, while it does have spoilers for the raven and the snake, it's a standalone story and can be read blind💖))

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[bananafire11]

Redraw of the new Jax render cuz im normal

And some stupid doodles ft. Wretched! Jax

[sunsburns]

honestly i feel like joaquin gives best friends to lovers vibes. and the moment you realize he likes you (meanwhile you've liked him for years) is gonna be in the middle of one of those heated arguments you have with each other bc he's jealous of the new guy you're seeing but one of you is stubborn and doesn't wanna admit it. idk if this counts as a request but if you like the idea i'd love to see you write something abt it!!

yes yes! i feel like it would be even better if the two of you had been working together for soo long too. like you’re in the middle of a stakeout or a mission and he’s suddenly bringing it up for the first time, trying to be all suave and subtle and you’re like ????

the stakeout had been dragging for hours.

the two of you were stationed in an unmarked van on a dimly lit street, watching the back entrance of an old warehouse where your target was supposed to show. you and joaquín torres had done plenty of missions like this before—long hours, bad takeout, and enough banter to keep you both from losing it.

except this time, he wasn’t talking.

not really, anyway. he was pretending to be busy, fiddling with the comms setup even if it had already been working fine since the start of the op.

the van was cramped, parked just far enough from the target building to stay out of sight. the only light inside comes from the dim glow of yours tablet and the occasional flicker of streetlights through the tinted windows.

and then, out of nowhere—

“you never did tell me how your date went last week.”

you barely heard him over the quiet hum of the surveillance feed. your attention is fixed on the warehouse across the street, waiting for movement, but his words pull you out of it.

you glance over, catching him looking away the second you do. subtlety had never been his strong suit.

“i didn’t think you’d want to know,” you said, testing the waters.

“of course i do.”

something in his voice made you pause. it wasn’t the usual teasing or lighthearted prodding—it was earnest. which was odd, considering the first time you brought it up there had been no jokes and joaquín had not been this curious. if anything, he’d gone uncharacteristically quiet, then changed the subject entirely.

but you’d brushed it off at the time.

still, you decide to humour him. “it went well.”

silence. then the soft creak of leather as he shifts in his seat.

“so, is there a second date coming?”

the casual tone didn’t fool you.

you smiled, mostly to yourself. “maybe.”

you expect some kind of quip, a halfhearted joke to brush it off. but you didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened, how his fingers flexed against his knee.

for someone who was an expert at recon, joaquín was terrible at hiding his tells. always had been. every thought he had crossed his face before he could stop it, which is why you’ve never had to second-guess him.

but that? that was weird.

“why? do you care?” you ask, turning slightly toward him.

“i don’t,” he said too quickly. “just wondering if i gotta learn this guy’s name or not.”

your smile grew wider. “oh? so you do care.”

he finally looked at you, “that’s not what i—“ he exhaled sharply. “forget it.”

you couldn’t.

you studied him for a moment, the furrow in his brow, the slight clench of his jaw. this was the longest conversation you’ve had outside of mission chatter in a week. and now he suddenly wanted to know about your love life?

“joaquín,” you started, voice slower now. “if there’s something you wanna say—“

“i only care when it affects our work.”

that made you bristle. “oh. am i too distracted for you?”

“that’s not what i said.”

“it’s exactly what you said.” you turned toward him fully now, forgetting about the stakeout for a second. “you didn’t have a problem last week when i was watching your six, but suddenly i go on a date and now i’m not focused enough for you?”

“that’s not—“ he stopped himself, dragging a hand down his face. “tu—you’re impossible.”

“like you’re any better,” you fired back. “you’ve been acting weird ever since i mentioned this guy, and now you’re bringing it up in the middle of a mission like it’s relevant intel? what’s your deal, torres? what’s going on? what are you trying to say?”

he pressed his lips together, clearly debating something. you knew him well enough to see the war happening behind his eyes, the push and pull of something he'd been trying to keep locked down.

“i’m not—i’m not trying to say anything,” he muttered.

your eyes narrowed. “bullshit.”

his lips curled into something sour, “i don’t get you sometimes.” his voice was lower now, “you’ll pick up on the smallest details in the field, but when it comes to this?” he gestured vaguely between the two of you, frustrated, “it’s like you’re choosing not to see it.”

that stopped you cold.

because for a second—for one stupid, fleeting second—you let yourself think about it. really think about it.

like the way joaquín always made sure you had the last protein bar on long missions, even if it meant going without. or the way he always covered your blind spots in a fight, positioning himself between you and danger without hesitation. the way his voice changed when he spoke to you, softening in a way it never did for anyone else.

the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

god.

your stomach twisted. you had spent so long convincing yourself that none of it meant anything. that it was just who he was—loyal, protective, a damn good partner. that was the only way you had managed to push your feelings down, to keep yourself from ruining what you had with him.

because the truth?

you had been in love with joaquín torres for years.

and it had been eating you alive.

the only reason you had gone out with someone else at all was because you had needed to move on. you couldn’t keep wanting something that wasn’t yours. couldn’t keep looking at him like he hung the damn moon when he was always just out of reach.

but now—now—he was looking at you like he was waiting for you to say something. like he wanted you to see it.

like maybe you hadn’t been crazy all along.

“joaquín.”

he just shook his head, frowning like he was mad at himself for even saying anything. “doesn’t matter.” the frustration drained from his voice, leaving behind something hollow. “forget i said anything.”

then he turned away like the conversation was over.

but it wasn’t.

because now, there was no taking it back.

and you weren’t sure if you even wanted to.

before you could respond, sam’s voice crackled over the comms.

“guys," he said, slow and unimpressed. “you do realize your mic is on, right?”

heat flooded your face.

joaquín scrambled to reach for the radio, red in the face. “sorry. must’ve turned it on by accident.”

“glad we’re getting some entertainment while we wait, sam continued, and you could almost see that grin on his face. “but unless you two wanna keep broadcasting your love confession to the team, maybe save it for after the mission?”

[wasabi-gumdrop]

neon glory squad 💖

[sparticus2000art]

Practicing lineless art with blueberror

I love his design, but I feel like I don’t see him super often

I believe @/loverofpiggies made him for the ask error comic but didn’t end up using him?

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[sugarcoatednightshade]

thinking about how Humans Are Space Orcs stories always talk about how indestructible humans are, our endurance, our ability to withstand common poisons, etc. and thats all well and good, its really fun to read, but it gets repetitive after a while because we aren't all like that.

And that got me thinking about why this trope is so common in the first place, and the conclusion I came to is actually kind of obvious if you think about it. Not everyone is allowed to go into space. This is true now, with the number of physical restrictions placed on astronauts (including height limits), but I imagine it's just as strict in some imaginary future where humans are first coming into contact with alien species. Because in that case there will definitely be military personnel alongside any possible diplomatic parties.

And I imagine that all interactions aliens have ever had up until this point have been with trained personnel. Even basic military troops conform to this standard, to some degree. So aliens meet us and they're shocked and horrified to discover that we have no obvious weaknesses, we're all either crazy smart or crazy strong (still always a little crazy, academia and war will do that to you), and not only that but we like, literally all the same height so there's no way to tell any of us apart.

And Humans Are Death Worlders stories spread throughout the galaxy. Years or decades or centuries of interspecies suspicion and hostilities preventing any alien from setting foot/claw/limb/appendage/etc. on Earth until slowly more beings are allowed to come through. And not just diplomats who keep to government buildings, but tourists. Exchange students. Temporary visitors granted permission to go wherever they please, so they go out in search of 'real terran culture' and what do they find?

Humans with innate heart defects that prevent them from drinking caffeine. Humans with chronic pain and chronic fatigue who lack the boundless endurance humans are supposedly famous for. Humans too tall or too short or too fat to be allowed into space. Humans who are so scared of the world they need to take pills just to function. Humans with IBS who can't stand spicy foods, capsaicin really is poison to them. Lactose intolerance and celiac disease, my god all the autoimmune disorders out there, humans who struggle to function because their own bodies fight them. Humans who bruise easily and take too long to heal. Humans who sustained one too many concussions and now struggle to talk and read and write. Humans who've had strokes. Humans who were born unable to talk or hear or speak, and humans who through some accident lost that ability later.

Aliens visit Earth, and do you know what they find? Humanity, in all its wholeness.

[lily-claw]

got inspiration from @marronje 's art and also from these ones

[necrotic-nephilim]

Tim's unternet suit really is the most glaringly obvious hero worship/crush for Dick thing he ever has. in the unternet, where Tim's subconscious creates what he is. that's the suit his brain comes up with? something so clearly derivative of Nightwing? down to the *finger stripes*?

red robin #19

this is gay as hell. the reason Tim can't wear this soul irl is bc the first thing he would do is jerk off in it. and he couldn't handle the embarrassment of Dick seeing how similar it is. if DC ever made this Tim's official suit the first thing they would have to do is make Tim and Dick fuck in it. i'm so close to writing that fic i won't lie.

[fafodill]

In a muggle universe, what sort of occupation or hobbies do you think Severus would be into?

This or maybe old book restoration/book biding. But I like this one better.

[keferon]

I've been calling the collective of monster hunter, spellbound, and mimic AUs "Kingdoms AU" because of the high medieval fantasy and the fact that it's pretty much two kingdoms that don't fully understand each other that are at war.

The kingdom of mechs and the kingdom of monsters.

-GLC

Maybe it's just me but when I hear Kingdoms I immediately think about all the countless Royal aus with wars and queens and kings and princes and arranged marriages🤔

Although the word kingdom does sound really nice as a name

[overlyobsessed223]

decaf

Hal might have physically made it to the emergency Justice League meeting Batman had the audacity to call so suddenly at 4 o'clock in the morning, but mentally he’s still half asleep. The room is dead silent, even though mostly everyone has arrived by now, save for Barry—who they’re expecting to be fifteen minutes late as usual—and Clark. The only solace Hal is able to draw upon is that he’s clearly not the only one royally peeved by the ungodly wakeup call, as Dinah and Oliver are both glaring daggers at Bats and Arthur has already made three snappish comments since he got here five minutes ago. 

All Hal knows is there better be a damn good reason for this.

Clark showing up a minute later with his arms full of donut boxes and coffees doesn’t exactly ease the high tensions in the room, but Hal does perk up a bit when the smell of strong coffee hits his nose. He mumbles a quick, “thanks, man,” when Clark places a coffee with Green Lantern written on it in front of him. Grabbing it, he’s about to take a long, desperate gulp when he sees, out of the corner of his eye, Clark place a cup labeled Flash in front of Barry’s empty chair. Even through the brain fog that’s severely impairing his ability to think, he remembers something important. 

“Hey, that’s decaf, right?” Hal asks, breaking the silence in the room. Clark turns and gives him a questioning look, so Hal points at Barry’s coffee and elaborates. “Barry’s coffee. It’s decaf, right? He doesn’t drink anything with caffeine in it.”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s decaf,” Clark clarifies, offering a cheery, chipper smile that burns Hal’s retinas. He looks well rested and ready to start the day, the midwestern farm boy in him making him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of them. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget.”

“Cool, cool,” Hal nods, settling back in his chair. He finally goes in for a sip of his coffee and barely manages to refrain from moaning out loud when the bitter taste hits his tongue. “Thanks,” he adds as an afterthought. 

The silence resumes. Only, Hal realizes that instead of everyone in the room staring at Batman, they’re now all staring at him, with varying looks ranging from confused to bewildered. Or, in Bruce’s case, unamused and unimpressed.

“What?” Hal frowns.

“That was just very, um,” Arthur trails off, as if he can’t find the words to complete his thought. 

“Cute,” Dinah interjects to finish the thought hanging in the air. She suddenly seems wide awake now, leaning forward eagerly whilst gripping the edge of the table with both hands, eyes glimmering with way too much knowing for Hal’s comfort. “Adorable, even.”

“Shut up,” Hal rolls his eyes, but to his horror he can feel his face begin to heat up. He fixes Dinah with a glare and hopes to god Clark will have the decency to not call attention to the way his heart has begun to pound against his ribcage. “For the last time, Barry and I are just friends. And for the record, making sure your buddy has the right drink does not mean you’re in love with him.”

“Uh, huh,” Dinah says, but the smirk on her face tells Hal his point didn’t quite land the way he’d intended it to. Meanwhile, at the opposite side of the table, Hal sees J’onn pull out a miniature notebook out of his pocket and begin carefully writing notes, as he tends to do when conversations about human culture come up.

“Why didn’t you ask if my coffee is decaf?” Oliver cuts in, sounding oddly hurt.

“Do you… drink decaf coffee?” Hal asks, confused. 

“No,” Oliver glowers, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at his untouched cup of coffee.

“Then why would I—”

A hand slams down onto the table, and with that the room goes silent as everyone turns to where Batman is looming over them, appearing in no mood for small talk or discussion of Hal’s love life. Hal thinks this might be one of the rare times when he and the Bat find themselves in strong agreement.  

“Might I remind everyone at this table that we have an emergency, globe threatening situation on our hands?” Bruce glares around the table. “We should begin briefing now; Flash can be filled in on what he missed at the end.”

Ten minutes into a very tense briefing, Barry finally decides to show his face. His face is even more shadowed with sleep deprivation than anyone else, and Hal instantly suspects he didn’t sleep at all, but he figures he’ll grill him on that later. Barry’s eyes brighten when they land on the cup of coffee and full box of donuts in front of him. 

Barry picks up the coffee, inspects it for a second, and that’s when Hal leans in and whispers, “I checked—it’s decaf.”

And the way Barry beams at him, it does what even Hal’s coffee couldn’t achieve—it has him teeming with energy, ready to start the day.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I genuinely love not having a crush like I’m not over here feeling physically sick over some mid guy being dry to me I’m literally chilling