#okay now I'll start okay? okay

[dickggansey]

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Congratulations to Dungeon Meshi on the first episode of the animation adaptation!

(June 2024 Redraw)

[zecoritheweirdone]

hehehehehhooo,, decided to draw some hermits as the mystery skulls animated gang!! why? uhhh mostly just 'cause.

special thanks to the ibaaf server for helping me pick the roles! gem is vivi,, false is arthur,, pearl is lewis,, and etho is mystery!!

better pic of pearl under the cut, where you can how lazy i am,,ms ksmsksjs

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[aeb-art]

note: the following is three (almost four) years post-game

okay fine i'll just draw comics for my au since writing is so dang hard smh

anyways welcome to two coins! where loop shows up again but siffrin only got the one hat ending

edit: part two

[thelassoway]

Ted Lasso S02E02 Lavender || Ted Lasso S03E06 Sunflowers

[imerian]

My (very old) loscar brooch (?) that i just now made doodles for

More pictures under cut

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

Post hoc ergo propter hoc

A con of being friends with the White House Press Secretary, Jyn finds, is that the good-natured hazing in front of the rest of the press room goes on for far too long. Another is that Leia will absolutely not take no for an answer on the “mandatory tour”, even though she clearly doesn’t have time for it, going by the four aides that immediately besiege her as soon as they step out of the press room.

Jyn is sure there will be pros as well, but she hasn’t found any so far.

“Leia, Draven wants you in his office in half an hour about the HUD thing,” says the last of the aides, jogging to keep up with them.

“Thank you, Kate,” Leia says without stopping, her arm still firmly linked with Jyn’s. “I’m just going to finish the tour for Miss Erso here. She’s my latest charge, she took over for Hal.”

“Oh!” The aide smiles brightly and shakes her hand. “Congratulations, ma’am,” she says and disappears down a corridor.

“Four people have called me ma’am today.”

“Get used to it. This is the White House, it’s like a reflex.”  Leia stops to delegate some more important press secretary business in the next office over – Jyn gathers it’s the Communications Office – then returns to scoop her up again and drag her down another hallway.

“You haven’t shown me a thing, Leia.”

“Well, that was Kleya Marki’s office, and down there’s the mess, that’s always important –“

Jyn has a sudden realization followed by a horrible, sinking feeling. “Leia, please tell me we’re not –“

Too late. Leia has spotted her prey at the end of the corridor, and pulls her towards him, smiling brightly and heels unmistakably loud on the polished floor.

“Cassian!”

Oh God. “Leia, come on, he’s busy. It’s my first day, he can –“

“Nonsense, he just looks busy. He always looks busy.” She grabs Jyn by the sleeve and drags her further down the hall. “Cassian, meet the new Post correspondent!”

Jyn stumbles along, feeling like an absolute fool for falling for Leia’s whole spiel and letting herself be dazzled by the West Wing of it all – and for knowing the guy she was stupidly, wildly in love with in college and then left without a word now worked in this building, and still putting off preparing what the fuck she would do when she actually met him again until, well… right now.

The man who has stopped at the end of the hall is in a fairly rumpled suit, carrying a stack of files and looks achingly familiar even from afar. For half a breath, she’s standing in some Yale hallway and is about to run to catch up with him and probably do something silly like try and tackle the papers out of his hands – and then she’s back in the West Wing and they’re all ten years older and successful, serious people again. And she’s back to wondering if he still knows her name. Or if he hates her. And which would be worse.

After a beat, he turns around and walks towards them, with a spooked look on his face like he, too, briefly tripped over ten years of baggage – or, of course, like he’s trying to place someone who looks vaguely familiar. Then something, probably the lawyer in him, takes over, and he fixes an easy, warm smile on his face. She always liked his smile. He looks older, and even more tired than he used to – naturally, he’s Deputy Chief of Staff to the president – but still, he looks good. His hair looks as soft as she remembers, which is a deeply unhelpful thought.

“Jyn.”

She feels stupidly relieved. “You do remember me.”

An offended frown pulls at his eyes. She always did like those, too. They’re such a nice brown, it doesn’t translate on pictures.

“Of course I remember you.”

(To be fair, it probably is insulting to assume he’d forget a girlfriend he had for seven months, but still. He’s busy, and at least it would mean he couldn't hate her for disappearing overnight and never picking up the phone again.) Jyn opens her mouth, closes it again, feels herself blush.

“He keeps your Baba O’Reily piece on his bookshelf, you know,” Leia says with a grin, still holding on to Jyn’s jacket like she’s scared she’ll try and make a run for it. The thought has occurred to her.

“Very funny, Leia,” Cassian says curtly and makes a vague gesture down the hallway. “I… I’d love to – I have the Secretary of Labor waiting, so –“

“It’s fine, I know you’re –”

“We should catch up, though,” he says absent-mindedly, sorting through his stack of files before adding, with a quick look up at her: “Off the record.”

“Right.”

“Maybe just come by my office before you leave, if you’re free,” he says, fiddling with the files that are starting to slip. “I’ll be here, and uh, marginally less busy.”

“Okay, yeah. Sure.”

“Great. Um - congratulations, Jyn, on the – I have to go.”

“Yeah.”

Leia watches him dart off, smirking. “So, you two are really over that whole thing, huh?”

[keep reading on Ao3!]

[miikanui]

dont you guys ever just make random characters in those papa louie games?? in my case, its ALWAYS vocaloid.

[deoidesign]

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[front-facing-pokemon]

[aishien-the-aishien]

Dedalus, Icarus, or something else completely?

Professor Clay Fermin from my AU to Bakugan: New Vestroia. Professor Fermin was born a Feline Vestal, but as he educated himself and worked his way up the social ladder, he decided that wouldn't do. He would not be seen as a lowly creature, he WAS NOT a lowly creature, he was going to be just like the aristocratic Avian Vestals, just as magnificent, just as great, just as... divine.

[(dramatically stylised) lore undercut!]

In the Vestal culture, anything avian is associated with the divine. Feathers, wings, you know the drill. This, conveniently, gives the aristocracy - consisting practically entirely of Avian Vestals - a spiritual permission for their power, something similar to how humans used to believe their kings were crowned by the will of their God. Any Avian Vestal can count on respect, even among the highborn. Avian Vestals are reckoned with.

However, it's difficult to say whether anyone but Clay Fermin himself sees him as a divine creature, as his form is unlike anything any Vestal has ever seen. (Or, well... What the general public has ever seen.) He does not switch between a pre-transition and transition form, and the state he's permanently locked in does not resemble either of the Avian forms. Avian Vestals' pre-transition forms do have feathery tails, as does professor Fermin, but they also have, say, small feathers on their faces and across their arms, and small talons for toes. Their transition forms have their entire arms turned to wings, their bodies are hunched and ribcages grown into those similar to birds, their faces change into beaks, their legs turn into scaly and animal ones. Never do they ever carry wings on their backs. And, come to think of it, they never have stitches where their wings and tails grow out. They never have scales on their chests, either. But that may be because they rarely take experimental chemicals. Either way, no Vestal has ever looked quite like professor Clay Fermin. Can he even fly in this bizarre form of his?

Something so strange, however, it commands fear as well as wonder. And a level of respect. After all, even though this strange creature is unlike any other, it does bear feathers and wings on its body. There is something terrifyingly divine about it.

[exocynraku]

for the genetically accurate warriors, perhaps ebonyclaw? I think shes very lovely and it would be nice to see her get some attention! no pressure tho!!

ebonyclaw LL, XoXo, BB, DD, dmdm, aa, II, ww wanna request a cat? see here: link

[nostalgia-tblr]

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[numbbrainstrorm]

I'm hoping on Tumblr to just finish projects I started and never finished

Anyways Mr. Screamers partner in crime the I.

Bit of his backstory under the cut

Sky Warp ( SW)

The second in command of the second in command ( lol)

His thinner built is great for flexibility and agility

He has quite an explosive personality and does hold grudges very well

Nobody can escape his wrath and that coused few death on the decepticons side

But he does have a funny side to him

Being the joker in the decepticon hierarchy

Even making Megatron laugh

He also poses THE death stare that makes even shockwave shiver in his frame

He received his "battle scars" by Hound throwing a Starscream size shredder while he tried to Vortex out of his reach

Unfortunately Houd was faster and when he have thrown The shredder in the Vortex SW

Got stuck with it in the "Middle ground" and suffered quite a damage to his frame

Completely shredding off his left side

And doing a serious damage to his right side of this frame and his processor

Lucky for him ( unlucky for autobots) the damages were reperable and he asked knockout if he could actually keep some of his "wounds" claiming that younger mechs have more respect for beaten up mech ( he was barely responsive while saying that)

"His damage could've been prevented by having a proper armor and not flying around half naked on a battle field" - Knockout to Starscream

Anyways thank you for reading my non grammar nonsense ( I can't bring myself to write more bc Impostor syndrome and nobody caring)

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And the whole thing

[essektheylyss]

I'm not gonna put this on the other post cuz I don't really want it rebloggable but I do want to specify that like, yes I was being dramatic about Essek in terms of affect, but every part of that post is also quite literally a description of my experience with a creative field that is pretty centralized around a few locations and that has made it stringently difficult to enter and stay in the field. There are obviously monumentally different aspects around those circumstances, but like... look I left Los Angeles literally two weeks after the c2 finale with a very clear understanding that once I did, I was not going back, and that because of that, my career would never look like I'd wanted it to in any capacity, and in fact it was likely that it meant I would not work in the field I'd trained for ever again, and also knew it was the only choice that made sense if I wanted to, like, have a life. And I do! And it's great! And it still makes me very upset to think about for many reasons! So you can see why I have a lot of feelings about the whole situation.