#if that wasn't clear to anyone

[whatevers-inconvenient]

btw peter doherty i love you so much

[frwalkwithme]

not my usual content ik but I just started to rewatch this show with my brother so here's my Trollhunters main 3 designs

[a-s-levynn]

"A sacred guardian" A Series of Small Offerings - IV/1 - day33

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[mealfitforaking]

i'm sorry I'm the one you love / no one will ever love me like you again

arcane, season 2 act 2 - mitski, i'm your man

[jitterbugbear]

centipede, acrylics on gel plate

[a2zillustration]

(It's ok Yurgir will respawn in Avernus)

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[maraudersidk]

???: i bet weasley only got the job cuz he slept with him ugh

Percy: *slept with him after he got the job* how ridiculous i would never😒

[dedicatedfollower467]

okay maybe a hot take but like. people going "spirk is canon now omg!!!" after that short film that just dropped - you do realize that like. it's not any more canon than it has been for like, forever, right?

they held hands and watched the sunset together. big whoop.

yes vulcans have a whole hand-holding thing, but like. kirk and spock have held hands before, this is not? any different? than any of that???

like people are out here screaming "OMG SPIRK IS CANON AFTER 57 YEARS" guys if holding hands and staring into each other eyes while the music swells is good enough to call it "canon" then spirk has been canon since the motion picture came out in 1979.

[notmoreflippingelves]

[takemebacktowheniwassane]

"god I hate people who draw falsettos marvin this way" "fuck people who draw whizzer like that'"

*edited*

...guys, do you know what an art style is???? cuz', this seems pointed. I see what you mean. I completely agree.

But hear me out. Along with these posts, could we consider? Maybe? Some constructive criticism? People should draw them more accurate.

They SHOULD.

But how should they do it? Realism art? It's a foreign concept to me. I try and it absolutely fucking sucks and i'd love to be a part of this fandom showing that the characters are real people but

It's kind of

Just

Very "do this. No other explanation. Change it."

Look, I really want to. And I am trying. But could we like, make a space for teaching people? Cuz I am stumped dude like fr. Need some guidance.

sincerely, a tired lesbian who is infinitely more tired of seeing this everywhere. thanks

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

In case nobody knows, I'm a whore for Pebbla x Alpha angst, them trying to manoeuvre their relationship, and metaphors. So you'll have all of those in this, inspired by the lyrics :

"Let the impulse to love/ and the instinct to kill/ entangle to one"

from Say That You Will by Sleep Token. (Which I am also a whore for btw)

Tw : a lot of said metaphors are about biting, eating, teeth, blood and gory-ish stuff, so if that makes you squimish proceed with caution.

Pebble nearly startles when a warm hand splays between his shoulderblades. It's not the suddenness of the touch that has him tensing up, but its gentleness. He wants to sink into it, he really does, but his body doesn't seem to get the memo. Because Alpha is not gentle, not like this, not with Pebble. That's just not what they are, what their relationship is. They're mad dogs snarling with all they have, taking chunks of eachother whenever they orbit close enough, holding the torn out pieces between bloodied teeth like trophies to be cherished.

Except Alpha's hand doesn't push, doesn't scratch, doesn't dig or split skin to get to the soft, vulnerable parts Pebble keeps burried, the ones the fire ghoul is usually so keen on exposing to the garish light of day, clawing them out of their hidding places and running away with them crushed between his jaws.

No, Alpha only presses warmth in Pebble's aching back, in the quiet of the deserted greenhouse. The sun is kissing the horizon, bathing everything in gold, bouncing against glass pannels in a breathtaking ballet of light Pebble was too busy to notice. Slowly, he exhales, manually forcing his body to relax, and Alpha seems to notice, wrapping his other arm around Pebble's waist to drag him closer, until the earth ghoul's back is pressed against Alpha's front.

Even as he melts into the embrace, there's a part of Pebble that wants to bare sharp teeth, to take advantage of Alpha's unusual softness to sink them in this quiet moment, tear it to shreds until the fire ghoul bleeds out his unexpected warmth with eyes growing cold again.

Instead, Pebble traces the landscape of scars and ink on Alpha's forearm with dirt stained fingers. The fire ghoul's hand finds its way to the back of Pebble's neck, and for a moment, it twitches there. Like maybe, probably, he's battling with the same contradictory feelings, maybe he's this close to bite through muscles and sinew, chew bones until he can get to the marrow and all the secret sweetness it hides. In the end, though, the hand only caresses, and the lips that land on the notches of Pebble's spine are gentle, brushing sweat damp skin like it can quench the thirst Pebble knows rendeers Alpha's throat dry as sand, for the earth ghoul shares the same predicament.

There is no blood in this interaction, and though Pebble's parched tongue begs for a few crimson drops, he is seized by the sudden impulse to gorge himself full of the sweet honey that oozes from this moment. The sugary taste will only make the thirst worse, but for once, he'd like to crave it instead of the metallic tang of harsh words and clashing teeth.

Alpha keeps kissing up Pebble's neck, rocking them both back and forth. They sway like they never needed muzzles to be let around each other, like there is no effort behind the tendernes of the action. Pebble tilts his head back so he can rest it on Alpha's shoulder, eyes closed so he doesn't have to look at his face, incapable of predicting whether he'd be able to reign in the instinct to snarl if he let himself take in the fire ghoul's features.

Alpha's mouth is at the earth ghoul's jaw now, delicately scratching against stubble. A more insistant press almost has teeth digging in, until Alpha catches himself and let up with a shaky sigh. It's this unsteady breath, so out of character for the ever-confident fire ghoul, that has Pebble reaching out, tangling a hand in silky hair, twisting in Alpha's arm until he faces him, eyes still resolutely closed, even as Pebble gently tugs him down, even as he cautiously slots their mouths together.

Despite the hunger trapped behind his mollars, Pebble doesn't let himself sink the points of sharpened fangs in Alpha's bottom lip, instead licks the saccharine taste of tentative affection straight from his mouth. The fire ghoul follows his lead, not a flash of pain coming to turn the kiss around into something more familiar, something quick and rough that comes so naturally to them. For once, it's all hushed noise and light touches, a fragile moment in time carved in glass, so prone to be shattered by the slightest misstep.

They pull away, foreheads brushing, breaths mingling. Pebble finally opens his eyes. Only to be met by the embers of a four letter word that they never quite managed to fit between their bloodstained teeth, flickering in Alpha's mellowed down gaze. It feels like getting ripped open, still beating heart weakly pulsing under scrunity.

[saotome-michi]

Kaishin being cousins is so fucking funny to me because it means Yusaku and Toichi really decided to just never let anyone know they were related??? Also Yusaku and Yukiko and Chikage are all contenders for worst Uncle/Aunt awards for never checking on their nephews after emotionally devastating events.

[gallawitchxx]

day twenty-three • @gallavichthings kinktober 2024

↳ 31 days of kinks & cards in 3 sentences

ROLE PLAY x NINE OF SWORDS

[from the barber!mickey x shaggy!ian care for a cut? universe] “Have a seat,” Ian purrs, the gleam in his eye a perfect match for that of the freshly sharpened blade. Mickey’s pulse quickens, his dick swelling beneath the matte black fabric of his barber cape as he submits, lets Ian shave his cheeks, his chin, and that delicate dip just above his desperate-for-a-kiss lips. He’s never seen him so focused; wants to bite the tip of his tongue where it’s pressed into the corner of his mouth, and suck on it like it’s candy.

[headcanonsandmore]

You reckon that, if Thirteen and Yaz had kissed, people would have stopped commenting that Thirteen "clearly didn't love Yaz back" (despite it literally being written into the show that she did)? 😒😒

[lesbianwyllravengard]

I made my "Guardian" look like a basic white man so I wouldn't forget that I can't trust a word this bitch says