#i will finish this eventually i promise

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Part of a blackstream fic I lost steam working on. I'll get back to it eventually.

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“You’re really sexy.”

Blackarachnia snorts. “And you clearly have a traumatic processor injury.”

“But I mean it!” Slipstream protests, throwing herself forward into sitting up. Ratchet shouts at her to lay back down on the medical berth. First Aid scrambles to save the tray of medical supplies beside the berth from getting hit by a stray wing. Blackarachnia drops the syringe on the tray and gently pushes back against the seeker’s chest.

“Woah, let’s avoid sudden movements like that,” she says, trying to urge her back into a sitting position. “You lost a lot of fuel out there.”

“You’re sexy!” Slipstream pushes, clearly having not heard a word she said. “And you’re cute and funny and I like you a lot and, and, and—” Her optics lose focus and she blinks once, twice, before declaring, “I feel lightheaded.”

The spark rate monitor screams a flatline as she goes limp and falls back against the berth once more. Ratchet is moving before Blackarachnia can even register what’s happening, getting her hooked to the defibrillator pads and starting a fuel transfusion on her. The shock of the moment disappears in an instant as she primes pressors and First Aid shouts, “Clear!”

They get her stabilized, which, given the Allspark shard still jammed into her chest, isn’t too hard.

[lynne-monstr]

every time the big bad destined show villain gets sad about liu yuru I want to spray him with a water bottle and be like, well maybe if you didn't choose evil plans over romance you could be part of the brotherhood polycule with cute husband, earnest general, and almost-husband scholar. but no, you got horny for evil instead

[passiberri]

Dreamy Beige & White Kitchen 🌷

[spicyraeman]

shes having more fun than she looks i promise [full ver. here (explicit)]

[wardingshout]

instead of brain there is Link's Awakening

[hoursofcannibal]

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!

[collette-collection]

From my old art blog! Feel free to follow me here :)

Image description under cut | See more of my work at my website!

Couldn’t let World Princess Week pass without doing /something/- have a WIP of Rapunzel!

Short hair, brunette Raps is living sunshine, change my mind ✍️

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[hiemaldesirae]

afternoon spent in each others company

[moodyseal]

I love your art a lot!! kinda like glossy eye candy. would you ever draw hyacinthus again or continue the winter soldier au? you convey character expressions rlly well!!

This is so sweet omg thank you 🥹💕 I'm actually in the process of outlining how I want the story in the AU to go so yeah, I'm definitely continuing it! Figuring out Hyacinthus' personality is a bit tricky because of how little we have of him in canon (and also kind of because of the whole premise of this AU) but it's coming along 🫡

Meanwhile here's a little Hyacinthus sketch for you <3

It was originally a test for a fake Hades screenshot but I ended up making Helios instead so this is what's left of that attempt lmao

[rendoesart8]

the beautiful lady jokaste🤍🤍🤍

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[frogatz]

you'll see them again !

too many thoughts and things done with Intent to fully explain myself . partially bc this was supposed to be much much longer, but i think i would like to play more in the space of post-game loop.

[redfirefox-55]

Something I drew for my sister

[redstringraven]

oh, we're doing all 72 seconds of this exchange, lads. but for now have some extremely rough key frames because i haven't animated in like a decade and ya girl's trying to relearn and trust the process. also i still haven't actually drawn arthur yet, because i'm impatient/giddy and wanted to jump right into key framing, but we're here to have fun we're here to giggle, what we're not here to do is stress out and fall down the elevator shaft.

[volivolition]

this blog is quickly becoming a multi-fandom just general main blog when it was originally meant to be for de skills hgkjg like i know its my blog but i hope no one minds <33

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

I've been unable to work on my longer WIPs for some reason but take this. for lack of a better title:

idiots locked in the world's most romantically charged staring contest

Heist Mark x Y/N (reader) | 628 words

You wait just around the corner, quiet and out of sight, and lightly smack Mark's arm with the back of your hand when he tries to peer around you, lest someone see and you have both your covers blown.

Your partner rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and you level him with a stare.

You understand the anticipation, but patience is crucial for jobs like this. You wait for the signal. One wrong move could cost you a lot more than just your loot.

The little nook of the building you're waiting in is, rather conveniently for means of slinking around unnoticed, out of the way, and quite narrow. Even with Mark leaning back against the opposite wall, you are mere inches apart.

He checks his watch. 'Should be any minute now,' he utters in a hushed voice.

You nod. Several seconds pass. Distant chatter echoes down the halls, muffled into a steady background ambience of rich party attendees blissfully unaware of the thieves in their midst.

You look at your partner, simply because you have nothing else to do. He's craning his neck again in a futile attempt to peek around the corner more subtly.

His suit for the night is crisp, and gives his silhouette a sharper outline than the more typical cosy sweaters and soft flannel shirts. His hair looks especially dark cast in shadow, but there's enough light from outside the enclosed space that you see it reflected in his eyes. Softly glowing white and orange and magenta specs, floating on deep brown. Pretty.

It's as he turns his head back to face you, that he notices you staring, and meets your gaze without missing a beat.

Mark smiles, faintly roguish, but gentle and just for you.

He holds your stare, and something to the way he does so makes you wonder if he sees the same lights sparkling in your own eyes, and if he finds the sight as oddly captivating as you do.

A minute passes.

Mark loosens his tie.

It's a simple, small thing, but it stirs something inside of you, and you don't know why, but your breath hitches a little and your eyes widen slightly and he definitely notices. But he doesn't say anything and neither do you. All he does is keep looking intensely into your eyes until he doesn't because his gaze is flickering elsewhere — trailing across your features, settling on your mouth for longer than can be dismissed and when you bite your lip subconsciously it's as if he's mesmerised. You can hardly recall where you are or what you're doing here, none of it matters as much as his head tilting ever so slightly and then—

A voice through your earpiece jolts you out of your stupor. You suddenly take stock of the warmth from Mark's breath on your face. Your noses almost bumping. When did he get so close?

You press a button on your earpiece to answer the call, and by the look on your partner's face, he hears it too. It's Wubba and Bubba, giving the signal as agreed, and the moment is gone and your friend clears his throat and straightens up, as a confusing mixture of disappointment and frustration and lingering excitement flutter and twist in your gut.

When he moves out of your immediate space, the inches feel like miles.

You push the feelings down. You have work to do.

Mark mumbles something over the voice channel before turning back to you once again.

'You ready, buddy?'

The corner of your mouth quirks up, matching his own eager grin.

'You know I am.'

His grin widens.

'Good,' he says, adjusting his sleeve and finally getting a better look around the corner, now that the coast is decidedly clear. 'Alright, partner. Showtime.'