#might post the wip idk

[mayowayo]

m-my first card edit.. blushes cutely

[crowkip]

slides u some timkon wip scribbs

[kosmical]

decidedly too much of this guy. 0/5 stars

[bunnieswithknives]

My precious baby boy he is so everything to me

[nobluesea]

A blow straight through the heart.

Fic so good it ended me my art slump

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[ayilings]

good luck babe [wip] ⚔️🌹

[seasnailfish]

some old and recent doodles of lifesteal and unstables silles... hello ls and uu nation👋👋😄

[xiewho]

could i get a fabian pretty pls… possessed would be cool but anything with him is fine

based on that one fake bad kids twt thread that i Cannot find for the life of me

[heartorbit]

heartbeat

[orengejoshi]

could you draw Dr. Flug pregnant, without the bag over his head?

no I'm sorry, if you mean my bagless Flug design; it's a little too obviously based on a real human being (GLP/GermanLetsPlay, who uses a very similar design of his persona for merch, it's absolutely his trademark. my german followers always recognize him immediately.) and I won't do that without consent. it's my full intention for him to look exactly like Manu bc I thought it would be funny. if I design a different bagless Flug maybe in the future I can do that, but I probably won't.

I dislike the idea of Flug's face being revealed and dread it. I don't want to know. the secret is the appeal!! I'm slightly objectum

this is all I can offer you! I hope you still like it🫡

some excited chatting between these two dorks🩷

I'll even throw a random headcanon at you: I like to think Flug and Black Hat are both autistic, but Flug is the talkative, expressive type and Black Hat the one that is almost always mute and monotone. yapper x listener ig haha

[enden-k]

long time no husband 🧎‍♀️

[the-mang0tree]

re: that post about the lack of enrichment in trucks

i bring yet another megop au where op is another depressed fellow whose EM field is always emitting gloomy and tired vibes. vs megatron who is at his happiest when hauling materials and messing with his coworkers/friends

they haven't seen each other in years since the war ended and they signed all these treaties and paperwork !

[bread-is-my-life]

Bruh old wip

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

remembered @hehe-hoho-ohno's misfits au it's sooooo good and i love it. CHEERS AND APPLAUSE. YAY

[savingsallow]

Until I Found You

Ale's journal entries on his train ride back to London, 1890.

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December 20, 1890

The clouds hang heavy in the sky, a cloak of grey that muffles the world beneath it. The wind whistles a chilling tune, though I am no stranger to its bite. As I travel on this long train ride, I find my mind wrapped in a comforting silence, but my heart? It beats with a fervour that seems all too loud.

But wait.

How can my mind be silent when thoughts twist and turn like swirling leaves caught in a gentle gale?

Allow me to take you to where it all began.

—

It was a glorious day in September, the kind where the autumn air dances around you as if to proclaim that fortune was smiling upon me.

In the halls of Hogwarts, I stood on the brink of my fifth year, fueled by aspirations that shimmered like the golden leaves outside. I was certain that my hard work would culminate in becoming a Prefect, a rather refreshing voice in a world where a Muggleborn like me could shine brightly while striving for equality.

Ah, yes, a Muggleborn in Slytherin—how delightfully ironic! With each phrase, "Points to Slytherin!" and every exam I passed with flying colours. The professors praised my efforts; I was hailed as an academic force. With each spell I cast and every duel I won, I proved myself more than capable, challenging the underestimation that clung to my title; a duelling maestro.

I revelled in the support of friends who knew they could lean on me. What more could I ask for? I was as close to having it all as one could be.

Yet, amidst the accolades and admiration, my friends often mused, “Ale, how can such a strapping lad still be without a partner?” It’s true; I’ve flirted and indulged in the allure of romance—I adore the grandiosity of love, the theatrical flair that accompanies it. Still, I understand that nothing worth having should be rushed. My heart longs to dive headfirst into the depths of true connection. I’m more than willing to be patient for the right person to come along.

Until I found you.

The girl with the hair like cherry blossoms, ethereal and captivating. Wrapped in an air of mystery, you present a fascinating riddle for me to solve—a blend of sublime beauty and utter intrigue. Your quiet confidence draws me in, enchanting yet boldly unyielding. You seem to glide through the halls, indifferent to the whispers and glances, content simply to be yourself, radiant and unapologetic.

At first glance, you may appear cold, a fortress built of icy walls, but how dare you shatter that veneer with the warmth you so effortlessly harbour? With just a smile—shy yet reassuring—you melt the very thoughts I thought I had all figured out. Fierce yet gentle, your essence wraps around my heart like a delicate vine—how can someone born into such a notorious legacy embody such captivating warmth?

I knew I had to know you.

Oh, Val, how you bring colour in my world of black and white, my unexpected beautiful disruption, the chaos that made sense. You challenge me in ways I never expected, unconsciously daring me to unravel the complexities of your heart. Suddenly, I’m not the flamboyant charmer; I’m a stuttering contradiction, caught up in my own disarray.

There was a time when I thrived in solitude, relishing my own company, yet you have waltzed into my existence and shifted the very foundation of my world. I discovered the love of my life amidst all the inner turmoil and external pressures I've been handling. You become the light that grazes the unassuming prism unlocking its possibilities.

In truth, there’s one undeniable realization that keeps me awake on silent nights. That is, I may never find love like this again. My heart senses it.

I would never fall unless it's you I fall into.

ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂

These journal entries are strongly inspired by the song "Until I Found You" by Stephen Sanchez.

I accidentally stumbled upon this song on one of my old playlists and it instantly reminded me of Ale soooo—

Here we are 😌✨

[additional notes:]

❄️ non-native english speaker here, so teeny tiny grammatical errors may be present.

❄️ not a writer; just writing for fun!✨

❄️ if my style isn't your cup of tea, respectfully skedaddle in peace~

❄️ i hope you enjoyed this reading, and thank you!🫂❤️‍🔥

[bidonicart]

Oh my god there was only one bed