#not tagging scar but he is kinda there. yeah...

[fishbloc]

did a lil profile for farmer grian

[al-luviec]

brush test to see if i can still do lineart

[mimjandoodlesstuff]

Finally, the last part of my drawings of @indieyuugure's humanized turtles, and this one's a double serving!

Here're Raph and Mikey :)

I managed to carve out some time this evening/night (Finnish time) for more fanart of a fanfic I'm obsessed with.

Part 1, Donnie Part 2, Leo

[thousandsonny]

Doorman Crowe makes a return but as an Outlast Asset

[nyatbinary-81]

@vulpixisananimal sifstem art jumpscare!! more specifically i got bored and decided to mess around with sif and mal's outfits.

[klbzplb]

wanted to do some ddvau fanart bc i love the series and these guys are everything to me

au by the amazing @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11 you guys are amazing

[imorphemi]

My favorite scene from Aria of Pride and Deceit written by @asthmaticbee, I read through this fic twice yesterday its so good and sooooo fun! Love love loveeee all the dynamics between Ed and the rest of the cast especially with Al and Winry, I can't wait to read from Al's perspective oh man

[spinnysocks]

kiburi x ushari but specifically doomed kiburi x ushari. more than anyone else in the army they believe with full sincerity that scar's plan HAS to work because they can't succeed without him

[ruvviks]

// wip day.

tagged by; @devilbrakers and @hibernationsuit, thank you so much!!

tagging; @mojaves, @lestatlioncunt, @jacobseed, @aztarion, @katsigian and YOU!

naturally i'm working on nathan my the evil within oc nathan again. full body reference sheet and it's killing me but i'm being so fucking brave about it i need to see this in color because i'm insane about him sorry

[moeblob]

I am... so tired after work today. Have a very lazy bust up of an OC while I try to recover energy.

[calypsorhythm]

allister as an object show character... allister as an object show character... places them in your lap gently

[tortoise-teapot]

this tiny mortified storyboard solas is my favorite one i've ever drawn

[paintingspaceghosts]

uhhhh something something redhood

[mymelodyisme]

I’m gonna draw Critter’s brother when I have the chance. I like to think he didn’t actually die and dons a rat mask cause his call sign was Ratón 🐭

[batsplat]

Sepang 2004: Sete Gibernau is interrogated about his involvement in Valentino Rossi's back-of-the-grid penalty for the race in Qatar. He is also asked about his relationship with Rossi going forwards. (Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6)

"We never protested from our side. [...] I was the first one who said I wanted to clean my spot and not only my spot, I think it would have been a good idea to clean everyone's spot because myself being in the safety commission, I think it would have been safer. Not any advantage as far as results, but it would have been safer for everyone to clean the spot. So basically that's what I wanted to do. But I was blocked to do that. They didn't let me do that. And after that, if your question is, if I went - or anyone of myself or whoever to complain of this situation, it wasn't me. Because like I say, it would be pretty [contradictory] to try and clean and then say that I don't want to clean or that someone has done that."

"And your team was not behind it at all, even though I'm sure you're aware that one of your mechanics was called to give evidence at the protest." "Again, I can talk for myself and from what I wanted to do or what I didn't want to do so I think if you go back there and see who made the protest, you will see who actually did it." "It was HRC." "Am I a HRC factory rider?"

[bi-writes]

his phone is ringing. he's startled, because no one calls him. he doesn't think anyone even has his number. when he flips it over, it's just a mess of digits, but the area code is familiar. (18+, kinda dark, mw3 spoilers)

he's curious. too curious. he has to answer it, even if he knows he won't respond. he needs to hear someone's voice because the ones in his head are clawing at the inside of his skull, and he needs to ward them off, even if just for a minute.

he picks it up. and he waits for the greeting.

"h...h-hello?"

it's a soft voice. a woman's voice. he frowns, but he says nothing. there's a gentle sniffle on the other end, and then she talks again, a bit shakier this time.

"h-he...he said you might be like this," she whispers. "said...said you might not talk. but...he said you would answer. said you'd always answer."

his head snaps up. suddenly, he's sitting up straight, at attention, and he squeezes his free hand into a fist and nearly punctures the skin with his blunt fingernails. something sharp hits his chest, and his heart drops into his stomach. he tastes acid.

i guess he was right all along. johnny had a bird. and he left her behind, too.

"i-i...i can't--" you stutter, sucking in a shaking breath, and ghost grunts, biting his tongue, wanting to taste blood. every time he thinks he has found his center, something throws him off. the jingle of his dog tags in the bedside table's drawer. the flash of blue in someone's eyes only to realize it isn't him, he's fucking gone, he's dead and so am i.

the sound of his bonnie lass, soft and sweet as she cries into the phone.

the line cuts. you drop the phone, covering your face with your hands, and you sob into your palms. you haven't moved from this place on your couch. everything reminds you of something that once was, and when you found the number on the back of a worn picture tucked neatly into his bible, you called because he told you if you needed him, he would answer.

it's past midnight when the door opens. you're still in the same place, strewn about the cushions where you've been for days, you think. you turn your head, and he nearly has to duck his head to come into your space. when he steps into the moonlight, you see the skeleton mouth of his mask, and you just blink, watching him come closer.

johnny always told you that if something happened, ghost, simon, whatever the fuck he would be calling himself when he would inevitably show up, that he would support you. but you didn't know how. you didn't think to ask, because johnny was all smiles and warm glows, and ghost is a dark cloud that threatens what grows.

but johnny was right.

he supports you when you climb up over him, settling down with your thighs around his head. he supports you when you bend, dragging your warm cunt over the flat of his tongue and chasing the high that you've missed for so long. and he supports you when you cum, scarred cheeks hollowing as he sucks at the skin of your thighs, following the trails of slick that drip from you, letting it guide him right back to where he belongs, inside of you, around you, making you forget what's missing.

yeah. johnny's always right.