#kind of blue inspired

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

So we all agree that Sokka has a huge crush on the blue spirit right

[marskid11]

the red dragon bride

[nouverx]

Day 5 and Day 6 of Radiostatic Week

Free day (Picture) and one sided attraction. Seems like purple doesn't suit Alastor...

[lightbluesleeper]

Knight and a reaper 🗡️🪦

[phier]

You are not a ghost haunting yourself

[mr-payjay]

im certain, it must be holy

to feel something so pure

[jeeaark]

Your rendering is just as good as your silly comic sketches holy crap. Goals

Thank you! Have a pretty portrait of Rook

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

MEET THE CREW OF THE NORMANDY SR-2 (2185)

Overseen by Admiral Steven Hackett, the undercover operations undertaken by the Normandy crew in 2185 are sponsored by the Alliance Shade program following Sophie Oliveira-Shepard's coup from Cerberus after her resurrection. The mission? Traverse the Terminus Systems. Collect intelligence on the thing that killed her in 2184. Save the galaxy by any means necessary. The only issue? The darker secrets lurking under the surface. Like the machinations and strings being pulled by someone behind the scenes that seem to keep dragging old crew members into new dangers. And the old enemies... wearing familiar faces. MIRA'S MORE CANON MASS EFFECT 2 AKA: The actual, canon crew of the Normandy SR-2. ;) Mass Effect 2: Legendary Edition (2021) Rendered: Blender Eevee

[supacutiepie]

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick & John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price, MOC/MOC, John "Soap" MacTavish & Simon "Ghost" Riley, Valeria Garza/Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Valeria Garza, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Los Vaqueros Operators (Call of Duty), Original Male Character(s), Kate Laswell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Author Has Played Call of Duty, Human John "Soap" MacTavish, Werewolf Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Werewolf Phillip Graves, Blood and Gore, Slow Burn, Trans Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Aftermath of Violence, Animal Death, Graphic depictions of violence - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death, Simon "Ghost" Riley is Supernatural, Implied Simon "Ghost" Riley is Autistic, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has PTSD, John Price is Supernatural, John Price is Welsh, Phillip Graves Friendly, Redeemed Phillip Graves, Rodolfo Parra is Supernatural, Mexican Folklore - Freeform, Valeria Garza is Supernatural, Alejandro Vargas is Supernatural, Original Male Characters - Freeform, Singular POV, POV Simon "Ghost" Riley  Summary:

“Don’t...” wheezes through bruised lungs and something clicks in his throat as he swallows hard, the knife-tip a sharp point against the column of his throat as the tender skin moves beneath it with each despairing breath. It’s almost beautiful, the gram staining of his eyes. Heavy irritation turning the sclera dark and heavy, as heavy as the bruises beneath each eye - pressed so delicately into that thin skin - and the bruise that sits heavy across the bridge of his nose. Such blue eyes, the unrealest kind blue. The kind that people dream of capturing in art, photography, poetry. Blue like the Ocean: blue that is grey and roiling with white caps - blue that is green and sea salt soaked skyline - blue that is bright and clear and unwavering as a pool - it will always return to the stillness.

Ghoap Creature Feature Except Soap is the ‘human’ tag-a-long for this band of brothers and their merry misadventures. Featuring: big man emotions, folklore, a rewrite that may have forgotten some in game scenarios and needs to be retconned. Also known as: my longest fic ever that I desperately want to get back to Here’s the first chapter! It’s kind of brutal! MCD right out the freaking gate.

“Johnny…Johnny don’t–”

Voice wavering, cracking into a pained grumble as his head is cranked backwards and made to face the ceiling. Eyes straining to look down a broken nose and refusing to be forced away from the man across the room.

“Don’t...” wheezes through bruised lungs and something clicks in his throat as he swallows hard, the knife-tip a sharp point against the column of his throat as the tender skin moves beneath it with each despairing breath.

It’s almost beautiful, the gram staining of his eyes. Heavy irritation turning the sclera dark and heavy, as heavy as the bruises beneath each eye - pressed so delicately into that thin skin - and the bruise that sits heavy across the bridge of his nose.

Such blue eyes, the unrealest kind blue. The kind that people dream of capturing in art, photography, poetry. Blue like the Ocean: blue that is grey and roiling with white caps - blue that is green and sea salt-soaked skyline - blue that is bright and clear and unwavering as a pool - it will always return to the stillness.

Blue eyes that bore straight into him. Tears pooling up in heaps before they tumble down gaunt cheeks and sear across torn skin.

“Don’t…” the knife’s tip peeks through his skin as he flexes his throat, the blood drips slow and warm, “Don’t watch…”

When this started, he understood most of what their captors were rambling about. He knew the language in passing. Conversational.

But now, his brain is so bruised and disconnected, he struggles to understand they’re speaking at all. Someone behind him barks out an order, for only orders have that level of cadence.

A body moves from behind him, to behind Johnny…

Two gloved hands land on either side of his temple, they force his head forward. Fingers tipped in dirt and blood clawing at his face.

“Please…” he begs. He pleads to not deaf but uncaring ears. The mighty beast bows and crows in pathetic groans as the knife digs deeper into the jut of his jaw, where the hinge that maneuvers so much of a human’s quality of life sits innocently.

The pain is unreal. It simply cannot physically exist. The varied wounds across his body are real - he watched each one get inflicted. He’s felt the pain of them for the duration of their stay here in hell. But the knife digging into the cartilage of the joint, it shoots through his skull like the sharp discordant plucking of a string.

He knows.

He knows that Johnny knows.

Their time here - is up.

“Close your eyes..” he whispers, the subtlest movement of his mouth lances pain like no other.

But stubborn, unyielding, good Johnny won’t.

And they both know it.

He watches, eyes pouring out whatever is left of his body’s dwindling resources. When he shakes his head, the man behind him yanks him back and forth. Like a dog shaking a rabbit - the rabbit making a wounded sound high in its throat.

He doesn’t want Johnny to watch this. Doesn’t want to impart the horror into that too-good-too-kind mind.

“Close… your eyes… love – please…”

“John–”

They cut his voice out.

It tapers off between consonants, soft sound turning into a gargled gasp as the knife’s edge jerks its way across the most vulnerable part of a man’s body. That ever so protected space that all animals covet.

Rent from one hinge to the next, the blood that sprays out is spectacular. The sound is nonexistent outside of his own head - the ripping of each individual cell that reverberates into his skull.

There’s screaming, the sharp ringing of his death bell growing louder, he hears the sound of a chair scrapping violently against concrete.

“NO…NO NONONO—”

Shouted orders, frustrated grunts, the ever present sound of anguish and heart break. Johnny is screaming for him, over and over through jagged sobs and rushed incomprehensible despair.

“Simon?! SIMON!”

He’s never heard his name said like that. Such anguish is a most treasured gift.

His head tips forward, his own hazel eyes losing focus fast. Johnny escaped the chair, on his knees at Simon’s feet - eyes wide and the raging of the storm is rising up fast as Simon sinks lower until all that remains is the blissful sound of silence.

[cyellolemon]

His eyes

Context below if it's something that can interest you :)

The day after Ambrose's parents died, he had to go to a new school (and prefered to go rather than staying at home with his aunties) and met Ruby, his childhood friend that he hadn't seen in 7-8 years. They talked about how was their life since that (erm.. went very wrong for both of them, both because of the cult they grew up in) and without really knowing why, they ended up kissing. They never talked that ever again and never has been more than friends but well, here it is

Anyway this how homosexuality both saved and ruined Ambrose's life ig.. Ambrose was rly like oh i'm so fucked up i should start obsessing in the most unhealthy way over my best friend. Can't go worst than whatever im going through rn. (spoiler alert it ended up going worst. which is why he fell in love in the same fucked up way to someone else (= Olive) right after ig.. he never learns.. forgive him he's a bit stupid)

[princess-self-shipping]

Something something overseer colors and how they're chosen

[harbingersecho]

... do you know which one I am?

[atomicinsantiy]

Honey Beest's WOF OC creator!

Kingfisher the Skywing/Seawing.

He can breathe Underwater and breathe fire. He is Part of the Skywing Royal Family after one of the princess's slept with a Seawing lmao. He is very Smart and Elegant, but is also very full of himself and barely cares about anyone else (except for maybe a certain Leafwing)

Venus the Leafwing

He has Leaf speak. Born on Pyrria, he was raised in the Rainwing Village after his Parents disappeared, before he grew up and went to serve as a personal Bodyguard for Kingfisher. He is very strong both physically and emotionally, along with being very supportive and kind, but he is a bit clumsy!

[5tupidusrnam3]

Hugghig*b

The sketch |~=

[edns]

Forget-me-not

[corvidcrybaby]

Erzsebet Bathori begins to shapeshift.