#i hope it's okay !!!!

[pushspacetocontinue]

Eclipse - Villain Verse thread for icangiveyouanything

@icangiveyouanything

The interviews had been a perfect start to getting his messages across to the world. People liked him, as much as it felt strange to admit to himself. Audiences were receptive to what he had to say as he answered questions. Of course, he had to pretend he was just as confused as everyone else when it came to his miraculous recovery from the long coma. Not everyone could know the truth about how he was given this second chance to save them all from themselves.

Not yet anyway.

It was a quiet day for the time being. He sat on his balcony, a small smile on his face as he watched the sunset with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. But then he felt a familiar presence in the air, and the smile grew just a bit wider.

"I think we have an old friend visiting, Misty."

"Meee..."

[the-black-lake]

@kathaynesart

The lake is afraid of water that does not belong to it. That water carries the unknown. It carries experiences and histories that the lake cannot predict or control.

For a moment, the lake doesn't seem so dark. New water dilutes it. New water adds shades to its blackness.

After all, these changes were necessary.

The lake will be grumpy for a while, but it is grateful.

[little-pup-pip]

Can you make a gothic Christmas agere moodboard pretty please

For sure!!

[cosmossoleil]

Prompt: Snow - @jegulus-microfic - Word count: 305 - Jegulus dads <3

Regulus shrieks when he feels something wet, and freezing being shoved down the back of his coat and under his shirt. He reaches his arms towards his back to lift the jacket and shirt to get the remaining snow out of it.

When he hears high pitched giggles, he whips around and glares at the culprit, or culprits to be exact. His traitorous heart stutters and skips a few beats at the man who is standing behind him with a sheepish smile as the small carbon copy of his husband that he holds in his arms giggles with delight, it’s not fair really.

How Is Regulus supposed to be angry when Harry is laughing like that? His laugh resembled the soft jingle of bells in the air.

“We got you! We got you papa!” he shouts happily.

“Yes. yes you did, mon cœur.” He says before reaching down and gathering some snow in his own gloved hands. “now it’s your turn.” He says with a evil grin.

Harry lets out his own shrieks of laughter before struggling to get out of James’s arms, quickly being set down and running as fast as he can as his little boots and coat weighing him down can carry him in the backyard.

Before Regulus could go after him, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and feels a warm kiss pressing against his forehead. “Sorry about that, love. He saw Sirius do that to Peter and wanted to try that himself.” James explains.

Ah. So, Sirius was to blame; he’ll remember that for later.

“it’s alright, his smile and laugh are worth wearing a shirt that’s a bit wet for a while.” Regulus says with a smile as he leans in his husband’s touch for a moment.

“Daddy! Papa! Come and catch me!”

It was definitely worth it.

[whispence]

Hiiiiiiiii you should like, totally draw some bushiper doodles when you get the chance (any style u want, and as many as you want, i just wanna make more people obsessed with my favs so i can talk about em >:D)

i've been meaning to draw this guy for quite a while now, i just never got round to it

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Whoopsie! Looks like merging with the Krang mainframe had some unexpected consequences!

I'm sure plenty of people have done this concept before but I've had this image in my head for a few weeks now so 🤷‍♀️

[musicallyiinclined]

@erstwhles | mason & callum - feelings

"Hell of a third period, boys! Now that was a sixty-minute game." Mason glances up as the coach praises them, pausing in the middle of shoving gear into his bag to listen. "That's what I like to see, so keep it up! Now go home and rest, and be ready for the next one on Friday."

They're left alone to finish dressing after that, the guys talking amongst themselves, reliving the game they'd just won. "Lucky shot on your goal tonight, eh Ghost? You almost looked like a real hockey player out there!" The guy who spoke grins at him, and they all laugh as Mason flips him off in return. "Thought your boy was going to kiss you right there in the middle of the ice, too! What a celly that would've been."

There's another round of laughs, and Mason is grinning as he catches Callum's eye, giving him a playful wink. "What's the matter, Johnny, you jealous?" he asks his teammate, pushing up from his stall and swinging his bag over his shoulder. "Because I don't think Cal would mind sharing.." It's his turn to laugh as Johnny stutters his reply, and he stops by Callum's stall on his way out. "You still owe me a beer, by the way," he says, nudging his friend's foot. "You wanna pay up tonight or some other time?"

[aeligsido]

[WM] Prompt 1 — Western.

Rating: G.

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Orion Black, Walburga Black, Regulus Black, James Potter.

Additional Tags: flirting, first meeting, bartender Remus, rich Sirius.

Summary: Sirius is traveling with his family, and meets a cute bartender.

Words count: 646.

A/N: Disclaimer that my only knowledge of western is from Lucky Luke and I haven’t read the comics in ages. Also it’s my first time writing these characters kzjsjs. Hope you like it ❤️

@wolfstarmicrofic

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When she steps out of the stagecoach, Mother is less than impressed by what she discovers; Sirius can tell by the turn of her lips and the uplifting of her chin. He steps out right after her, and immediately understands what rebutted her.

The town — if it can even be called one — is small, just emerging from the ground and the arrivals of new settlers. There’s maybe five houses, one of which doubles as the sheriff’s office, what seems to be a half-empty store, and a saloon. There have been a few farms on the way here, and there’s more foundations for further establishments down the main and only road, but for now it looks properly desolate, so unlike the big city they come from.

Father is talking with the driver already, and Regulus appears behind Sirius’ shoulder. He wrinkles his nose in confusion at the state of the town, looking over at him with a question in his eyes; Sirius shrugs. It’s his first time out in the Wild Wide West as well, after all — Father never brought any of them along before.

“Come on,” Father says, back from his discussion. “The saloon is also an inn. We will get rooms here.”

He leads the way, and they follow as always. Regulus is walking so close to Sirius that they almost trip over each other, but he doesn't have the heart to berate his brother when he looks so anxious at his surroundings. The inn is surprisingly empty, save for two people at the bar; one of them, with wide glasses and wild hair, is talking animatedly, while the other, half-hunched over the counter and attention all on his compagnon, is quietly listening. He stands up when they enter, though, and greets them with a polite smile.

“Welcome! What can I get you?”

Up close, the polite smile is paired with dark blond curls and brown eyes, and freckles dusted at the top of his cheeks and nose.

“How many rooms do you have?” asks Father, his hand already hovering over his coin pouch.

The bartender hesitates only an instant. “Two with double beds. How long will you stay?”

“Three days.” They hash out a few more details, and Sirius loses interest; he catches the eyes of the man at the bar beside them, who raises his untouched glass toward him with a wink. Mother is already steering Regulus away, as if being in the presence of alcohol will be enough to corrupt him forever.

“Take the keys, Sirius.”

He obeys, hand reaching out to the bartender; he is pretty cute, in a gentle kind of way. Sirius may be looking a bit too intently, because the man in front of him gets suddenly flustered. Adorable.

Sirius checks; his father has joined Mother and Regulus near the stairs, and his parents are too busy having a silent argument to put much attention on him. And he does have three days to occupy.

They keys drop in his hand, one after the other, the bartender’s fingers just brushing against his palm. Sirius leans on the counter, grin on his lips and eyebrows raised just slightly.

“And which one is yours?”

The man's cheeks turn pink. He clears his throat, sending a look toward the only other customer — who seems suddenly fascinated by his whiskey — before giving his attention back to Sirius. He’s biting the corner of his bottom lip in an anxious, unconscious action, eyes contemplating, and Sirius stares.

“You should go back,” he finally says, and the disappointment settles on Sirius’ shoulders.

He straightens up; but then, the bartender blurts out, words fast and clutched together, “First door on the right after the stairs.” He looks so taken aback by his own words, Sirius’ grin softens into a smile.

“Well then, I'll see you tonight.”

“Remus.”

“Remus.” Sirius winks, and goes back to his family.

[artymcart]

Prologue

God is dead. Literally.

But what was the price?

While Castiel griefs a son, while Dean drinks himself to sleep and nearly to death, Sam tries to find a way to get rid of Eileen and while she tries to find a way to slither into the small cracks she can find, Heaven and Hell have a talk in the Bunker.

Decisions have to be made, sacrifices too.

But how far will they go, our heroes? What are they able to give for the greater good?

Welcome to The End!

Or in this case, how it began.

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Artist Note: Welcome guys to the Prologue!

I'm really excited about this, since it's something I always wanted to do but was so far gone in the EndverseAU that I wasn't able to go THIS far back in the story. I hope you enjoy the early parts of this adventure . It's definitely an exciting thing to go back to a more canon version of the characters but still making them to what they are now haha!

So, let Suptober23 begin!

EndverseAU Masterpost

[hajihiko]

have you posted that tokomaru from the commission post before? it's gorgeous but i can't seem to find it anywhere

no actually but I will. Now. I think it's okay

[hms-tardimpala]

I am so glad that we got to a point where we have non-traditional A/B/O dynamics, and not just the usual ones. Truly. I look at that tag and think "what a beautiful world we've made". So diverse.

[vii-doodles]

My part for the DTIYS by @/aroxarts on insta

Detail shit under the cut

Heart eyes aka I imagine him look at Jan like that hehehe

[libroseitm]

Here's what I sent to Apple and Amazon, if anyone needs some inspo or is just interested :)

Hello, I am one of many fans of hit queer show "Our Flag Means Death".

OFMD was recently cancelled by HBOMax despite being a roaring success. It boasts a 94% rating on rotten tomatoes, 7.8 rating on IMDb, recieved "outstanding" attention in 34 countries and at it's peak, reached the 11th most in-demand series worldwide. Source: parroanalytics.com

It also has a dedicated fanbase worldwide. As a part of our campaign to get OFMD it's 3rd series and beyond, we raised $10,000 in 45 minutes for ads including a billboard in time square, our petition has 73k+ signatures and when fans were asked to colour and draw for the cause, 750 artistic pieces were made in under a week.

We would be honored if you would consider having Our Flag Means Death on your platform.

Warm wishes to the person reading,

[name]

[kalevalakryze]

"I felt like... Nothing; just... shadows in the starlight." "For Mandalore!"

Mandalorian 3x08: The Return Ahsoka 1x08: The Jedi, The Witch, And The Warlord

[lured-into-wonderland]

If she was ever asked, she would have definitely refused. But no-one cared about her opinion. So, there she was. In front of the office door of Kisumi Shigino. What was she supposed to learn from him? And why? Nunnally was trying to remember what she was told about him, but her brain felt so empty.

Nunnally sighed and furrowed her brows in a silently building fury. All she wanted was to turn around and leave, but she was well aware that was impossible. If she did, she would have got dragged back. But at least she wasn’t going to make it easier for him. If he thought he could h a n d l e her, well then: he was wrong. And Nunnally was going to show him that he were.

She knew she looked good. She was pretty and her perfect clothes were tailored to emphasize her assets. Red high heels made her long legs look even longer. Her blond hair was nicely done and surrounded her face like a small golden cascade. She moved her head abruptly before entering his office. Her office? Their office?

Nunnally nodded to his secretary (hardly noticing her, indeed), commented that she was being awaited and entered his office without any further delay.

…and she was surprised. Nunnally expected someone much older and definitely less good-looking.

“Kisumi Shigino, I presume…” – she send him a smile (stick to the plan Nunnally; she scolded herself) – “I guess you have been awaiting me. We are to work together from now on.” – not exactly what was going to happen, but why not to twist the reality more to her liking.

“I hope you have a good coffee over here. I am almost addicted to it.” – a poor joke; she scolded herself again – “Do you think I could get a cup?” – she assumed he knew who she was, but still smiling she added: --

“I am Nunnally Ayvalles. I hope you have been informed I am to start today…”

A plotted starter with @kisumitenderly

[tomatoderby]

I found this colour palette from @color-palettes and it kinda reminded me of @dilfosaur 's Neopet Destiel Confession, so I tried drawing him using it. I also coloured him using his original colour palette because why not

[Video ID: a 60 second timelapse of me drawing Destiel Confession lying on some grass while holding a bottle of Coco Colo in his right hand]

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