#not my fave but it might be the one

[hordeprime]

I CAN'T FIND A GOOD SHIP NAME FOR SARA AND GANDRA AN IT IS KILLING ME

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

momlita

[auden-dahn]

"D-Don't worry about me! Focus on helping the little one, okay?" 🌠 panel redraw of @laikascomet

[mintaii]

preview of a sad little freak i had the pleasure of drawing for the @sanji-zine ◡̈

preorders are out right now!!! what a love letter of a zine to this guy, so much amazing art in there

[the-woman-upstairs]

Really fucked up that, when they’re young, Patrick and Art are SO tactile with each other, so comfortable sharing the same space. Art lets Patrick touch him and move him and physically overwhelm him and easily acquiesces to it, if not outright enjoys it.

Then in the present, they’ve been so far out of each other’s orbit for so long, held such animosity that when they have their moment alone in the sauna, Art physically recoils from Patrick’s close proximity! It’s so painful to watch because even as Patrick’s goading him, it’s so obvious he wants to be able to get back into Art’s space. But Art has erected all these walls around himself, he refuses to give Patrick an inch or even admit to missing how close they used to be!

AND THEN we see Art and Tashi later and he wants her to hold him, to be gentle with him, and just TOUCH him. Like, he does miss that kind of close physical contact! He either doesn’t know how to ask for it or is uncomfortable being that openly vulnerable. Worth noting that he pretty much always defers to Tashi in regard to initiating physical intimacy (with their first kiss, though he does state his desire, SHE has to be the one to make the first move). And it seems pretty obvious that Tashi herself isn’t comfortable providing that intimacy, whereas Patrick actively seeks to provide it (the hug/forehead kiss after their win together in the early years, dragging the stool closer to him).

Art has tried very hard to act like he doesn’t need physical affection and even though his discipline and devotion to Tashi has made him a stronger tennis player, it’s made him a hollow person, which, in turn, has kept him from becoming a GREAT tennis player.

All of this, of course, is why the ending hits so damn hard.

[meggydolaon]

SMALL

[daeyumi]

could you draw an Impa maybe?

sending care and strength 🙏 🫂

skyward sword impa is one of my faves

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hi!! Your Cherik is so good and gorgeous 🤩🤩 If you don't mind wanna try to draw some Fall of X Cherik please?

thank you so much !!

i have a couple of ideas relating to the fall of x period specifically since theres. A Lot i wanna play with, so i hope this lil thing may be a satisfactory start :]]

and the obligatory bonus:

[stingrachelmha]

In my head the vestiges are literally just hanging out in there all the time

[ruporas]

green haired guy that has haunted my character types for 10+ years

[faunandfloraas]

Lee Know for W Korea.

[hauntedbubbles]

Updated this video for this new blog, so you might remember it 😉 but now it has more grouchy Ghost because I purposely went around seeing if there were more moments where I could annoy him (but don't worry, he gives Johnny a piece of his mind at the end 🤣🤣🤣)

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day two

prompt: curse pairing: charles/oscar word count: 1,2k

“What do you mean ‘I turned Lando into a bat’,” George says, slightly incredulous.

They’re in a meeting room right next to the FIA press conference room, a tiny little thing with a table and a few chairs and not much else, offering mostly exactly what they need right now. Privacy.

“I didn’t…” Oscar starts, sights, runs a hand through his hair. On the table, a tiny little bat – Lando – putters around. Oscar’s been carrying him around in the front pocket of his hoodie for most of the morning and it’s clear he hasn’t quite gotten the hang of his little bat feet yet. “It’s a curse.”

“A curse,” Alex repeats, voice flat.

“You cursed your teammate?” George asks, voice becoming slightly more incredulous.

Oscar rubs at his eyes. None of this is going in any way smoothly. But he guesses that’s what he gets for, well. Cursing his teammate. “It was an accident.”

George opens his mouth again, but Charles cuts him off. “Magic can be tricky like that,” he says, crouching down to hand Lando the bat a crumb of the protein bar he’d been eating. “Athur once turned one of his mechanics into a frog.”

Oscar had been there for that. The whole thing had been chaos but it had been resolved very quickly when the curse seemed to have a run time of merely 20 minutes and the frog turned back into a mechanic. A very disgruntled mechanic demanding a raise, but a mechanic nonetheless.

This curse, unfortunately, is not that simple.

“Okay so, now what? What’s the solution here?” George asks, eyeing Lando the bat a little wearily as he happily munches on his protein bar crumb.

Alex leans close to the table, examines Lando, who chirps happily and tries to toddle over but faceplants in the process. “True love’s kiss?” Alex asks.

“Yeah,” Oscar says. “Or well. Sort of.”

George sucks in a breath through his teeth. “That’s a tricky one. I mean, who do you ask?”

“Carlos,” Charles and Oscar say at the exact same time.

“But I tried that and it didn’t work,” Oscar says.

“So not true love’s kiss?” George asks.

“No, definitely true love’s kiss,” Oscar says, wishing he was anywhere but here right now.

“Wait a minute, you made Carlos kiss a bat? For nothing?” Alex asks, sounding way too delighted about this. Oscar suddenly remembers him and Carlos will be teammates next year. He pulls a face and vows to apologize for sharing this information with Alex. Then he remembers it’s Carlos and vows to not instead.

“Ah, and so this is why you came to us,” George says, puffing out his chest. “To help you find Lando’s actual true love.”

“I didn’t come to you,” Oscar says. “You followed me in here. And I already told you who Lando’s true love is.”

“You asked me here,” Charles says.

“Wait so why is Charles here and not… Oh,” Alex says, and his face does. A thing.

Oscar wants the ground to swallow him whole.

“Yeah,” Oscar says.

“What-“ Charles starts, but then his eyes widen.

George frowns. “Why do I feel like you all know what’s going on aside from me.”

“Because we all know what’s going on aside from you,” Alex says, and then, to ram the final nail home in Oscar’s coffin. “Lando’s not the one who’s supposed to kiss his true love. Oscar is.”

“Ooooh,” George says. “Wait. So why are we here?”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Oscar says, through clenched teeth. Charles is still staring at him, but he’s not. There’s no anger or anything. Just. Wonder, maybe. Fascination. It’s. Well. It could be worse.

George opens his mouth again. Makes it worse. “But you asked- Oh. Oh, you think Charles,” he gestures between them. “You think Charles is your true love?” He says it in a certain way. In a ‘everyone thinks Charles is their true love but no one actually believes it, kind of way’.

Oscar shrugs, trying to aim for casual, but his shoulders are tense and his mouth is tight. “It’s. He might be,” he says, purposefully not looking at Charles. Not wanting to see the rejection in his eyes.

“Yeah, but-“ George says, but Alex, mercifully, saves him, by pushing George out of the room with a, “You know what, you two test out that theory and we’ll catch you back later, bye!”

The door closes, cutting off George’s protesting and leaving Oscar and Charles blissfully alone.

Well, Oscar, Charles, and Lando, who has taken to trying to fly. He only makes it a few centimeters of the table each time before crashing down again.

“So,” Charles says.

“I know,” Oscar says, scrubbing a hand down his face. God, this whole day has been so fucking embarrassing. From letting his magic slip enough that he turned his teammate into a bat, to forcing Carlos Sainz to kiss said bat only for nothing to happen, to having his crush revealed to his crush in the most humiliating way possible. “I know there’s a chance you’re not- I mean, there’s probably now way you-“ He can’t even find himself to say it. It hurts. He knows there’s no way Charles is his true love. But like. He has to try, right? For Lando.

“We’ll never know until we try,” Charles says, and when Oscar looks up, he’s smiling softly, looking way too chill about the entire thing.

“I.. Are you sure?” Oscar asks. It feels. Too easy maybe.

“Come here,” Charles says instead, beckoning Oscar forward. Oscar goes, willingly, until they’re face to face, only centimeters apart. Charles is still smiling softly, and he carefully reaches up to put his hand on Oscar’s cheek. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Oscar breathes out, not entirely sure this is a thing that’s actually really happening. Maybe he cursed himself, too. Sleeping Beauty style. Maybe this is all just a weird dream he’s having.

“Good,” Charles says, and then leans forward and presses his lips, ever so gently, against Oscar’s.

At first, nothing happens. Nothing but the thudding of Oscar’s heart in his chest, the sweatiness of his palms, the hypnotizing feeling of Charles’s lips pressed against his.

Then, everything happens all at once. There’s a loud bang and Lando the bat, who had only just successfully managed to fly roughly a meter above the table, turns back into Lando the human, and comes crashing down onto the table with such a force that it actually breaks in half, sending Lando and the table tumbling to the floor. Charles and Oscar spring apar to opposite ends of the room as the door flings back open, Alex and George spill back inside, having clearly listened in on everything happening, and they’re followed by even more staff and drivers that were alerted by the noise.

Oscar watches it happen a little wearily, watches as Alex fishes Lando out of the pieces of table, totally in tact and chattering loudly about his adventures as a bat, seemingly not hard feelings. Watches as people set about clearing up the bits of broken table, seeing what they can salvage.

Watches, as Charles’s eyes meet his, over all of the ruckus.

And suddenly, everything slows, and it’s just Charles, and his bright sparkling eyes, and his soft smile and Oscar takes a deep breath and thinks True Love.

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[the-woman-upstairs]

Mentally, I’m still here:

[emblazons]

ONE YEAR OF STRANGER THINGS SANS VISAGES

Celebrating (Faceless) Stranger Things Aesthetics @emblazons Series Start: August 1 2023 (all episodes)