#i’m not tagging everyone else

[spittyfishy]

8: Nekomaru Nidai

So I didn’t have ANY ideas for Nekomaru which sucks because he’s awesome so then I thought I’d just redraw that one Secret Wars comic cover where the hulk is lifting a ton of rocks but it still doesn’t look too good so I’m a little bummed

[abyss-strikas]

Another sketch of the Silver Lions captains, both looking like they’re not believing what a certain striker is trying to tell them.

I didn’t have a particular scene in mind, but I wrote a small something below to give an idea of how the Silver Lions’ relationship is like with Supa Strikas and Invincible United. It is implying that there has been some time since they first rejoined, and it’s not looking great to Shakes and the others to see the Silver Lions and Invincible United be friendly with each other.

Things might change overtime, but I will say that I have planned for the Lions to get along with a fellow Super League team. I didn’t think it would be Invincible United, but there is a reason for it that I will reveal with time. Hope you like the writing at least.

Edit: Okay so, the writing went longer than I expected. At least there’s more lore for y’all to chew on, if you wanna of course. I’ll throw it under a read more for the time being.

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“You guys just talked to Invincible United as if you already knew each other!”

Trent raised an eyebrow as Oliver crossed his arms. “And that’s a bad thing?” Trent asked as he placed a left hand on Oliver’s elbow.

“Uh, yeah!” Shakes cried. “They’re the worst team in the League. You shouldn’t get too close to them, they’ll just hurt you guys!”

Both captains looked at each other, a look of disbelief written on their faces. Oliver looked back at Shakes, his frown tightening.

“Whatever history you have with them, that is not of our concern.” Oliver said in a stern deep voice. With the way he looked down at the young striker and how he stood tall, it made him and his teammates shiver. The taller captain continued, “Besides, you don’t know what history we have with them so you do not have any room to judge.”

Shakes let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m just trying to help you guys avoid getting hurt! If you’re not careful, they’ll hurt you real bad!”

“You don’t think we know that?” Trent’s eyes narrowed. “We know they are strong, almost as strong as us. And we know what tactics they could use. We can handle ourselves around them.”

Before Shakes or any of the other Strikas could interject, Oliver’s frown deepened, showing off his sharp canines while his eyes narrowed. “You really like to judge a book by its cover, innit that right?” His good eye had a fire burning deep within its dark emerald color. “You want to tell us how we can’t handle a couple of bloody blokes that didn’t even cheat during our match? Or even played dirty compared to the first one we played against them? They respect us just as we respect them, scars and all.”

The young striker swallowed, his face becoming hot as he realized what the captain was implying. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Then if it wasn’t, why bother trying to play the hero when you know we won’t listen to you?” Trent said cooly. “Just like how all of you didn’t listen to us when we tried to warn you about your own teammates and their fighting? You’re lucky they’re both still alive. Otherwise, it could have gone worse than you think.”

A shaky Klaus poked his head from behind Shakes’s shoulder. “R-Really worse?”

“Much, much worse.” Oliver said darkly and sighed as he glanced at Dancing Rasta. “I really wished that our first meeting didn’t leave such a bad taste in our mouths. This conversation isn’t making our view of all of you any better.”

“Ohh except Lankey.” El Matador said sarcastically. “You don’t hate him because he knows you, despite the fact that you’re soooo rich, and he’s not. He doesn’t even have a sports car! He’s really boring, especially since he keeps spacing out or keeps trying to tell us all about his nerdy hobbies like painting dolls–”

The star Spanish striker never finished his sentence as a soccer ball suddenly whizzed past the side of his face, and hit the wall behind the Strikas team with a loud CRACK!

They turned around and all their eyes widened to see not one, but two soccer balls lodged within the concrete wall of the stadium, very close together. Behind El Matador, Cool Joe was shaking and holding onto his captain’s arm, the second soccer ball almost having hit him. Shakes turned back to Oliver and Trent, realizing they had been the ones to kick the balls. And they almost hit their mark.

“Don’t you DARE talk about Lancelot that way!” Oliver shouted, his eyes almost glowing with his anger. Beside him, Trent was holding him back with both hands gripping his arm, but his expression held the same anger his husband was feeling. Oliver kept going, his voice becoming loud and deafening, it made everyone stay in their spots. “He is my best friend, OUR best friend! He helped us get back on our feet when we were in bad shape! He’s defended me from the same rich people you think I should be cozying up to, when all they did was talk fucking shit about me and my family, and my other friends who I call my second family! He doesn’t have to be my friend, but he chooses to be because he’s got a kinder soul than any of you bloody idiots! He has my back and I have his, I cannot wish for anyone else to be a good and loyal friend other than Lancelot!”

Oliver breathed deeply, trying to reign in back his emotions. Trent rubbed his arm, whispering something in a soft voice, before turning to scowl at Shakes. “Honestly, if this is how you talk about him behind his back, your fellow teammate who looks up to you, then you are not doing yourselves any favors trying to make us like you.“ He guided Oliver to leave the other way, and said in a curt tone, “Good day.”

When both captains were out of earshot, Dancing Rasta ran his hands down his face with a deep groan. “Dis isn’t good…”

Shakes looked down at the ground, silencing the rest of the noise around him, as he thought back to what they had said. His fists tightened at his sides and he sighed tiredly. “We really blew it, didn’t we?”

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(For small context, Supa Strikas tried to be the most friendliest team when they first met Silver Lions, having heard they want to have a good time in the League. But they blew it and as much as some of the Lions are about giving second chances, some of the Strikas players, Shakes included, kept digging a hole they wouldn’t be able to climb out of.)

[kyuziipon]

A junya doodle and the eyes of everyone on the team ☆

[kitzero]

When you remember you can draw your skrunkly in anything <3

[peculiardiction]

Some tiny robins and a little superboy to boot!

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[oddberryshortcake]

Thank you to my friend @cozymochi for allowing me to indulge in one of my fave ships between her girl Tia and Jamil via her commissions 😭💕 I live for their dynamic and I SWEAR I’m not delusional (I am)

Thank u for letting me be her godmother who sets up her up like a matchmaker with you afsggdgd

Cozy’s Kofi

[simbii]

[buffaluff]

happy valentine’s day! 💖

today marks a year since i posted my first public buddie fan art!? so i decided at 10pm the night before to draw a little “sequel” to my first piece, dedicated to all of the cool awesome people i’ve met in this fandom so far ☺️ you’re all my valentines, too bad 😘

[aherosoup]

happy appreciation day stupid <3

plus some little bonus bday/appreciation day doodles!

[adhdandcomics]

perhaps the most important question i’ve ever asked:

does anyone have tips for people trying to stop being chronically late to everything in the world that aren’t weirdly judgmental and aggressive or flat out lies

[doccywhomst]

died 2013 born 1999 welcome back eighth dr who

[skyward-floored]

I saw what Oma sent and was inspired

What can I even say to this?? What can I EVEN say to this??? This is the most cursed thing I think I’ve ever received in my inbox. He’s beautiful. He’s horrible. He’s majestic.

@kikker-oma GET OVER HERE AND ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES

[sopuu]

i missed the tulin icon wave on the switch so i’m drawing him a lot to cope

context for the second sketch ^ my boy’s been working so hard aughgg……..

[theloveinc]

Togame Jo’s greeting kisses to you are always way too long.

The kind of affection that’s usually savored in private, instead displayed wherever, whenever, and every single time you see each other—he always takes two to three minutes just to kiss you hello, abandoning the task at hand (dozing off, attending to Choji, managing the Shishitoren) to mosey your way and pull your lips to his in something just a little too sloppy to be sweet, but a little too sweet to be… too distasteful.

Everyone’s used to it by now, even Sakura, knowing that when you arrive, there’s always a going to be a pause in action just for the sappy display of Togame drooping over you and announcing you to the crowd physically.

(What’s not readily exposed, however, and especially not in a room full of men, is that it’s not just a kiss Togame’s giving you, not just a hello that he hides behind his long bangs and your cheeks between his warm hands, but the kindest stare and sweetest little whisper, “missed you, baby,” as he wraps you up in his arms.)

[trans-androgyne]

Thinking about “trans women/fems never pass while trans men/mascs pass fine, they just get carded all the time” sentiments and just. It’s so weird to acknowledge that we frequently look way younger than we are but act like that doesn’t have anything to do with how hard it is for us to pass. Lou Sullivan’s chapter about passing is called “How to Look 30 When You’re 30.” I’ve noticed myself getting misgendered more instead of less now that I dress in professional men’s clothes instead of more androgynous casual clothes — I’m more believable as a very butch woman than a guy who in work clothes who looks 14. Yeah I’ve gotten perceived as a slightly fem teenage boy. But I also get perceived as a very gnc woman. It just depends on context; if any of it indicates I’m an adult it’s really, really hard for me to pass as a 5’0 trans guy with an androgynous voice and asian/baby face.