#like really I'm whew

[almondcroissantsandink]

i've wanted to practice drawing cowboys for some time now and so the daggers have turned in their helmets and fighter jets for stetsons and horses! yeehawwww

[tee-dohrnii]

Dancing among the stars

Based off of this blurry reference picture I've been using of Terra Jolé and Sasha Farber 🫠

Whew anyways time for a break

[annwayne]

bagheerita I can't explain how cute and tasty this is. Just little hints of something spicy that could happen and

Don't think I didn't appreciate the details about the water because-I love seeing Teyla and Todd together and the fact he kept calling her his Queen, a classic. Stole my heart every time. Teyla, btw? Spot on. Sassy and she delivered so many flirty insults I'm thinking Todd might like to be put in place a little bit right now 👀 also I'm obsessed with the strip scene yes please thank you living rent free forever in my head

Thank you so much. I love this forever and I'm thrilled my lil idea of a beach day with Todd and Teyla made this.

Art/fic trade with @annwayne!!

A bit of flirty Todd/Teyla in a beach setting. <3

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The sun was a comfort on her skin as Teyla lay back in her chair, relaxing for the first time in what felt like ages, soaking in the warmth. 

Weeks of rain and fog had shrouded Atlantis, her team's dour mood not helped by an overlong mission to P3S-403 where the town they visited was still held in the depths of winter. Returning to a break in the weather and warmer temperatures was most appreciated. Many of the city's residents had journeyed to the nearest section of the mainland to make the most of it.

Teyla shifted on the towel she'd spread over the chair John called a "deck chair" and let the balmy breeze carry the distant sounds of her teammates and fellow citizens of Atlantis past her. Ronon and John were having some sort of debate about surfing in between their actual surfing. Rodney was discussing, somewhat stridently, with Carson the potential venomous properties of a creature he'd found. Farther down the beach, Doctors Cole and Zelenka were talking and fishing, along with Major Lorne and Lieutenant Rivers. Teyla, Amelia, and Marie had been swimming earlier- Teyla amused by the Earth tradition of swimming while clothed in a bikini- and had now taken over a trio of the deck chairs that had been set out, relaxing after their exertion. Teyla was comfortable, by her hand was a drink Amelia called a tequila sunrise, and she was warm and drowsy.

The warmth shining down on her suddenly went cold and dark. Teyla cracked open an eye with a frown. 

Todd was looming over her, scowling. 

"You are blocking the sun," she informed him. 

His scowl deepened. "If you do not control your expedition leader, I may be forced to take drastic action." 

Teyla blinked. She was slightly intrigued, but not enough to actually get up from her comfortable seat. "That is not a good reason to block my sunlight," she retorted. 

Todd grumbled under his breath but shifted to the side. Amelia made a sound of wordless protest, as he was now blocking the sun from reaching her. Teyla lowered her sunglasses to raise an eyebrow at Todd. 

He snarled, softly, and dropped into a crouch beside her. He looked around, as if feeling hunted. 

Teyla found herself now curious in spite of herself. "What is the problem with Mister Woolsey?"

"He is insisting that I accept a garland of foul-smelling leaves in recognition of the accord between our peoples." 

Teyla had the garland of leaves and flowers that Woolsey had given her currently wound around her head. "Such as this?" she asked, touching her crown. 

Todd narrowed his eyes and inhaled. "Yes," he admitted. "Though yours does not smell quite so terrible." The sensory pits near his nose fluttered. "The scent is actually not unpleasant when combined with your own." 

Teyla smirked. "So complimentary. He must have you quite unsettled." 

Todd scowled at her grumpily, and ducked down further behind her chair as Mister Woolsey walked past them and down to an area where several people were grilling and cooking. 

Teyla rolled her eyes. "There is a very simple way to get him to stop," she observed. 

"And what is that?" Todd asked haughtily.  

"To accept the garland from him of course. Perhaps then he would leave you alone."

Todd made a desperate, wounded sound deep in his throat. 

Teyla sat up, no longer able to relax. "You wouldn't have to keep it if it smells so terrible," she observed. 

Todd sighed. He was sitting on the ground behind her chair now, as deep in shadow as he could get. His eyes were narrowed as he peered up at her. "I could not accept such a token and then discard it." He looked away, uneasy, as if the confession revealed more than he wished.

Teyla softened. “Come then.” She stood from her chair and knotted the towel around her waist, its thin material wafting around her legs like a skirt. She took her drink in her hand and walked past the chairs, making her way along the rocky ridge where they had been soaking in the sun and up to a path that led under the cover of nearby trees. 

Todd followed her eagerly, and when her bare feet stepping on broken branches and seed pods from the trees made her hiss and stumble, he offered his left hand to help her balance. 

She didn’t thank him, but said, “The trail opens up again further ahead.” And even as she spoke the rocky trail they followed became covered with loose sand. The trees to their right were only small specimens now, their roots twisting through the sand as the ground in that direction sloped away down to the water in a long smooth line. Teyla's feet sank into the sand; it was hot on the top, where the sun hit, but cooler and moist underneath when she dug her feet in. 

The trail continued along the high rocky ridge, but below them the sandy slope led to a small cove, and Teyla made her way down the side of the dune to where the sand was level on the water's shoreline. The sand here, and the rolling in of the waves, was undisturbed by any others, and only the distant sight of surfers and swimmers, and the occasional shouts from her friends and coworkers, prevented the cove from being entirely private.

Teyla arranged her towel-skirt beneath her and sat down, sipping her drink.  "I hope you did not get too much sand in your boots descending the dune," she said with more amusement than sympathy to Todd.

He hummed thoughtfully, pulling off one boot and tipping it upside down to pour out what was definitely a large amount of sand. "Your plea appears to have been ignored," he observed. 

Teyla laughed. "You are not exactly dressed to enjoy a day at the beach. Why did you come?" 

His eyes rested on her. "Because you invited me." He cocked his head. "Why did you invite me?" 

"To see if you would come," she admitted. "And here you are." She looked at him levelly, her sunglasses sliding down her nose so that she could look at him over the top of their dark lenses. 

"Well, my queen commanded my presence." He smirked. "How could I do anything other than attend her whim?" 

Teyla snorted. 

Todd's smirk spread, and he sat down beside her in the sand. 

"That will not help prevent you from getting sand in your boots," Teyla warned him.

"It seems an attempt to separate the sand from my person is doomed," Todd replied. He gazed back at her, amused despite any discomfort.

"I don't suppose Wraith have beach clothes," Teyla observed. 

Todd huffed and said wryly, "That would be accurate." He rubbed rough grains of sand between the pads of his fingers sadly. "Though it is unfortunate as well. Our normal attire does not do well in such an environment." 

Teyla leaned back on one arm, braced behind her against the sand, and held her drink in her other hand, rolling the ice inside so that it clicked against the sides of the glass. "You could adopt a popular tradition and wear nothing at all," she suggested.  

Todd drew himself up as if offended at the suggestion, but his smile grew sly and he leaned back on his left hand, mirroring Teyla's posture. "Would that please you?" 

"Me?" Teyla held her drink against her cheek, her skin feeling quite warm against the glass's icy surface. "We were discussing your comfort." 

"I am quite comfortable," he replied, grinning at her. 

"Oh? Well, if we’ve exhausted that topic and there’s nothing else to discuss, maybe it's time for a swim." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you planning on swimming?" 

"I'll have you know Wraith are excellent swimmers."

"I am certain," Teyla replied with false sincerity. "Though I feel that that your normal aura of threat would be difficult for you to maintain with your apparel sopping wet and squeaking with every step."

Todd threw back his head and laughed. "What is it you say, touché? I will concede your point. As you've won, I suppose I must divest myself of an article of clothing?"

I believe you are thinking of poker," Teyla observed.

"Am I?" Todd affected surprise. "Hmm. So, then you agree I don't owe you a forfeit?" 

"I didn't say that." Teyla's eyes shone. "Perhaps you should double the forfeit, as you confused the stakes."

Todd laid a hand to his chest as if wounded by her remark. "I? Confused? I am quite certain that it was you who mentioned the wrong game."

Teyla blinked in surprise. "Are you suggesting I should be the one to take off my clothes?"

"If that is what you wish, my queen," Todd agreed eagerly. 

Stymied, Teyla set her drink on the ground. She stood up, her skirt clutched around her. Then she released the material and it fluttered to the ground. "I am going swimming," she stated. 

"As you say, my queen." Todd cocked his head. "Though, surely it is dangerous to swim alone."

It's dangerous to swim with Wraith," she retorted. "Especially one who will not admit when they have lost."

Very well." Todd pulled off his other boot, wiggling his toes in the sand while making a face. He stood, undoing his coat as he moved to let it fall from his arms. He had a sleeveless shirt of a thin material that he wore under it; Teyla was certainly not watching the way it clung to his muscles. He continued, pulling the shirt over his head and pulling his long legs free of his long, tight leather pants, under which he wore nothing at all. 

"Am I now properly attired for swimming?" he asked her innocently, then affected a deep concern. "Though I heard one of the others mention sunburn and I wondered if I should be concerned. I have not bared so much skin in a long time."

Teyla took off her sunglasses, tossing them down on her towel, and then looked him up and down. Mostly down. She met his eyes. "It's not that much," she assured him. "I wouldn't worry."

Todd laughed easily again. He moved past her and into the water first, moving like a creature entirely comfortable with that environment.

Teyla huffed a small sigh of annoyance to hide her smile and focused on swimming. The water was warmer near the beach where it was only as shallow as her ankles, but quickly became cold when it was deep enough to swim in. She swam out to the mouth of the cove, about 200 yards, to where she could see the surfers quite well beyond the outcropping that set apart this cove. She paused there and her feet, treading under the water, struck sand. She set both feet down and found herself standing on a sandbar, the water only coming up to her collarbone. 

She'd seen no sign of Todd since entering the water, but, once she stopped, he surfaced near her. The droplets of water on his skin caught the sunlight, shining like jewels. He turned toward her grinning. 

"Are you enjoying your swim?" he purred, the sound warming her in a way that should not have been possible.

"The view was excellent, until recently," she replied. 

He caught the amusement in her expression and his grin widened in response. He lifted his hands out of the water to display a fistful of shells of a familiar bivalve in his left hand. "I have heard these are quite tasty." 

Teyla reached out to take them from him, examining the shells. 

Todd stood up on the sand bar, looming over her as he stepped close. His eyes flashed, without any aid from the sunlight. "It is said they are prized for their amorous properties." He grinned.

Teyla handed the shells back to him. His smile faded, though he did not let any true disappointment show.

"Take them back to the beach," Teyla said. "We can eat them there." She met his eyes, then looked away as if indifferent. "I would like to enjoy them while finishing my drink."

He grinned again. "Yes, my queen." The words were teasing, but his manner was eager. He dove back into the water and swam a circle around her before vanishing into the darkness of the ocean.

When he couldn't see, Teyla smirked. She dove back into the water as well, headed for the beach.

[roomba-mangga]

thoughts on thistle and yaad's dynamic that i vomited in the tags of another post but will now try to articulate here: they're not actually family, or at least they shouldn't be. not in a conventional sense anyway. framing them as uncle and nephew (even in a non-literal, silly fantasy world way) rides more on technicality than anything concrete.

what i mean by this is yaad calls thistle by name and says he and delgal were raised "like" brothers. he talks about thistle like he's an outsider imposing himself into the melinis' space, and it's clear that thistle was never legitimized as a member of the family. for thistle's part, though we don't know how he would treat yaad pre-demon brainrot, it's safe to assume based on the way he punishes him—turning him into a doll—and how little is shown in the way of any sort of relationship between them that thistle only cares* about yaad as an extension of delgal (otherwise i'd expect something like kabru and milsiril, because it's not like another complicated interspecies family dynamic would be out of place, yet there's next to nothing on them even in bonus content, just their scant interactions in the main story).

in essence, they're strangers to one another. thistle's desperation to preserve the illusion of a family, a model where he doesn't even fit, was the snare they were caught in for the past thousand years of stasis. yaad-as-nephew is a prop to uphold that illusion, and thistle is playing a role he's unfit to play. in the context of post-canon interactions, attempting to reconstruct that facade would only be a reenactment of trauma for them both (in a deeply compelling way i'd love to watch unfold, tbh), as that "uncle and nephew" framing places thistle in an implicit position of power over someone he's already traumatized through misuse of authority in the past, a role which also perpetuates his adultification and yaad's infantilization in turn. it'd mostly be an obstacle to any real connection.

best to burn the melini family bridge, i think, and if there's still anything salvageable left in the rubble, let something different supplant it.

[princyvish]

For the Whery DTIYS~

Sabo is just a creature of pure magical whimsy

(original DTIYS post here)

Obligatory @where-does-the-heart-lie so they can see this :)

[omaano]

Ragor and Claw for @experimentalbun

I cannot express what a joy it had been to work on this piece from concept to finishing touches, and I'm so grateful that I didn't only get to draw these guys again for you, but that I got to paint them like this in such an amazing setting too ❤️

[sergle]

give it up for day five!! or six! depending on how you count it! of my reduction recovery! I'm just as tired as I was yesterday, If Not More! I sleep for like twelve hours, wake up, and immediately feel like I ran a marathon, which is very funny for me. Tired, disoriented, dizzy, you name it. I've gotten really good at sleeping on my back though. the pain levels are basically at a 0 now, it's not even charting for most of the day! I am Uncomfortable, though, bc sensitivity is ramping up as I heal. there are occasional Zaps of electricity through the areas, or a throbby moment, and then it goes away. and I think the itchiness is starting. YAY ITCHINESS. my tits are still Stiff, and I think they stay that way for quite awhile, but they're not PIPING HOT anymore. just normal body temperature! thank fucking god because the heat was bothering me. apparently we're moving to a new step in the healing process that doesn't require furnace-like temperatures. my bruising is very light, now! It's almost gone already. I'm getting better at changing my dressings out in a way that doesn't make me pass out lmaooo. once again, it doesn't hurt to do, and I already look pretty healed, but it is SO TAXING. there's definitely some lizard-brain stuff going on re: seeing my own body look injured in this way.

[mocc-tok-flip-flop]

The submas brainworm is only getting stronger, so I have drafted a whole-ass comic for a new AU idea! One where Chandelure gets to take center stage and become the main character she was always meant to be~

The gist of the AU is that Chandelure has a ghostly soul-bond with Ingo, which essentially means that his soul is under her protection and he sorta registers as a ghost to other pokemon. Basically protects him from other ghosts trying to put their sticky paws on her trainer and also gives the two of them a bit of an empathetic connection. Not quite telepathy, but able to transmit complex feelings and lets them check how badly they're hurt.

Naturally, this means that when Giratina (who was honestly just trying to play around. They were given the tedious task of just opening rifts and looking through all those peep holes made them curious. So when they saw a soul that had a beautiful ghost bond, they became fascinated) snags Ingo and drags him through, Chandelure immediately feels when Giratina's power accidentally tries to overwhelm Ingo's soul and she absolutely loses her shit. Through psychically screaming and using her protective aura to try and bash Giratina, the distortion god acts like a dog that's done something they shouldn't and tries to hide the evidence of their messing around (Ingo getting fucked up via soul and getting not too gently dropped off a mountain).

I have more ideas, especially relating to how Emmet is taking his brother's ace losing her mind and how her actions affect the investigation, but if I keep going down these tracks I'm going to end up with another 90k WIP fic like i did with Naruto. (Though if people wanna see the AU written out...👀... I could absolutely be convinced. I'm very weak...)

[not-so-rosyyy]

absolutely wild to me that apparently some people today only got to know fast car because it was remade recently by a white country singer when that song has been a quadruple platinum hit in my household since i was born

[dreamlandiasims]

The Last Goodbye

a PLA "short film"

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Transcript:

[0:04]: dreamlandiasims Presents

[0:08]: a PLA Short Film

[0:12]: The Last Goodbye

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[1:31]: Boss said we can't afford any disruptions. Shut it down.

[1:48]: They must've cut our fucking power.

[2:06]: ... Screw it.

[2:08]: LISTEN UP STRANGERS!

[2:03]: Our fearless leaders are trying to ruin tonight's event.

[2:07]: So I say... why don't we bring the party to them?

[2:11]: Who's with me?

[2:13]: I said...

[2:15]: WHO'S WITH ME??

-

[2:50]: to be continued...

[2:54]: Song Credits: ODESZA - The Last Goodbye

[2:58]: thanks for watching :)

[If anyone is having trouble getting the video to load or play for any reason lmk! I might end up hosting it elsewhere because idk if I trust tumblr lol]

[willowser]

bodyguard au + bathtime fic for kiri ?

oooooh, this is fun !!! i'm thinking of like, some situation in which you are the child of someone who is big and wealthy, maybe owns a few different multi-million dollar corporations and perhaps doesn't do it all legally 👀

kirishima has always been in the service of protecting your father !! you know him because he is a forever shadow in your home, quiet and large, peeking out windows and making sure doors are locked. he only speaks if you speak to him first, but his answers are always cut short when your father is around.

— so on a night when he has to go out of town, you're a little delighted to see kirishima sitting at the kitchen table when you get home from work.

"hi," he tells you, rising to stand leagues above you. his face is sweet, despite his wide stature. shy. "your dad asked me to stay with you until he comes back, i hope you don't mind."

oh, you don't mind at all.

it's probably really fun !!! and you make the two of you dinner and he relaxes a bit after eating, even takes off the dark jacket he's always in. his forehead shines a little, like he's sweaty, and he hikes the sleeves of his white button-up to his elbows underneath the fluorescence.

he's still is a bit hard to talk to, but he listens as you prattle on about your day, scooting around the kitchen as you clean up. he offers to finish for you, but you shoo at him to sit back down and after a little bit of insistence from you, he finally agrees to have a beer. or two.

that loosens him up enough that the conversation flows a bit easier; you learn his first name, and his cheeks go red when you repeat it with a grin. he tells you a little about his mom, that he's an only child, that he never went to college: very basic stuff that paints a vague picture of him.

you know your father does some shady things, deals with shady people. why else would he need a giant for a bodyguard, that could probably snap a man's neck without even trying ?? kirishima tells you little things, but he doesn't go too deep. doesn't reveal what twists and turns he made in his past to put him here.

eventually you leave to get ready for bed, and the soft look on his face ALMOST has you sitting down for more with him. he shifts his eyes to the table, then, like he knows he's been caught staring too long and you wonder — when the last time was that he did anything for himself ?? not for your father, or even for you, but. for eijirou.

regardless, you slip on up the stairs and take your time making a nice bubble bath, putting on some light music. there's a bar on the second floor and you steal a bottle of wine from it and two glasses before nestling in the warm water, spreading your legs out to test how much room you have in the gigantic tub.

and then you call for him. a little more urgently that necessary, but it brings him to you quicker, suddenly appearing in the open doorway of your bathroom with wide eyes, flushing down his neck when he sees you.

you lean against the edge of the tub, smiling as you prop your chin in your hand. "i was wondering if you could help me wash my back."

the question seems to buffer in his mind for a long time before he's finally blinking, adam's apple bobbing. and then he's bringing the bathroom door behind him as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

✨️ trope game ! ✨️

[stargirl230]

Would you be willing to give any advice about anatomy? I feel like it's holding back my art by a lot.

Tbh I struggle a lot with anatomy too, but I'll do my best!

Life/figure drawings! As someone who hates the idea of actually studying anatomy, I find doing some quick figure sketches, even just as a warmup, can train your eye to focus on form and proportion without you needing to worry about the details. And it doesn't have to be boring! @/zeet_studio_sketch and @/mmcoconut on ig have some themed sessions I use for inspo.

But if you do like actually studying anatomy, take a look at artists like TB Choi or these reference masterlists: x x

A big technical thing is balancing curves and straight lines. The two work well when they're opposite each other, especially when drawing limbs/the body. Basically like this:

4. Last but not least, consume media! This sounds dumb but I tend to improve most when I latch onto a show/character that I really like. A lot of technical growth can happen just from drawing consistently! (aka find a blorbo)

I hope this helps, and if anyone has any other tips/resources feel free to rb or drop them in the comments!

[bumblingbabooshka]

Live Fast & Prosper

[ying-doodles]

// novel spoilers (chp 390)

this chapter feels like super smash bros' "everyone is here!" cause good lord there's a lot of people there to fight.

the mermaids simply jumping over to the estate is truly insane.. but them and the orcs wanting to have competitions of strength is funny lolol-

I do wonder what secret lloyd's going to say,, is it time for the big reveal?? O-O but then again, javier knows he's not lloyd*.. so maybe just another minor thing like the ear swabbing?

[cherubchoirs]

[persona 5] [bad end au]

can you hear church bells ringing?

[eyes-above--the-waves]

Willy: I am single and not looking for anyone right now.

Me, delusional: SO YOU'RE SAYING THERE'S A CHANCE?!?