#ons 91

[pseudopigeons]

started watching the silly little pirate show

[valeovalairs]

misc riptide (mostly gil and chip and a few scattered jays) doodles and things

[kissingagrumpygiant]

i'm back in the fucking building

[sanndh]

In celebration of the first anniversary of this exquisite piece of 91W fanart, enjoy the beautiful video Davina Deijns made of the drawing process.

Everybody, please hop over to Instagram and give her a follow (if you haven't already) and show her *all* the love. She's is the most amazing and sweet person and an incredible artist.

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Music used is touch by Antent

All credit for the video goes to Davina, I'm just a humble commissioner who wants to share her art with the world.

[ga-biroba]

"I remember the view

Streetlights in the dark blue

The moment I knew

I'd no choice but to love you"

Abstract (Psychopomp) - Hozier

Reference

(PS: I'm going insane over those two again. Don't mind me)

[anntova]

Desperately need to draw something from 91 whiskey. Maybe you can help me? What scene you wanna see or just like?

If I remember correctly, there was a scene where Cas and Dean were alone in a truck🙄

[szlez]

Is That Straight?

My first but surely not the last art inspired by the ultimate fic Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits. If you still haven't read it you should! 😊

A scene from Chapter 11: Brest: Recouvrance

[ephie-om]

Mephistopheles strides through the halls of the castle with purpose, his cane clacking against the floor. He only stops momentarily to smooth his waistcoat and hair before rapping on the door of Diavolo's office, entering when he hears a muffled 'come in'. He clears his throat as the door swings open, "Lord Diavolo, I've come to discuss the budget for this year's-"

"Not business again," the Prince groans.

"I'm sorry, my Lord?"

Diavolo appears deep in thought before changing the subject at light speed. "You know, nothing much surprises you any more, my friend."

Mephistopheles puffs out his chest a bit at that. "No, my Lord. I do my best to take everything into account. I should not be surprised."

A devilish grin spreads across Diavolo's face. "Let's change that."

“What?”

A shing sounds from behind the massive wooden desk and Mephisto’s reflexes are the only thing that saves him. He switches the cane to his left hand as the Prince sends something flying towards his face. He manages to catch it and barely has time to process that his Prince has just thrown a fucking sword at him before Diavolo starts to attack.

His massive frame hurtles over top of the desk with ease and his own sword comes into view: a bastard sword, by the looks of it, the hilt encrusted with three small red gems and inlaid artfully with gold. The sword that Mephisto finds in his hand is a deft rapier, sharpened to a wicked point. A bronze-colored alloy wraps around the handguard and blends seamless into the blade. It's a simple weapon, beautiful in appearance, but deadly in precision.

Diavolo wastes no time in slicing towards his midsection and Mephisto is forced to pivot on one foot. Diavolo raises his sword after the miss, nearly nicking Mephisto's chin in the process, and readies himself to slam down on the demon’s head with the flat of the blade.

Whatever the Prince throws at him, Mephisto does pride himself on being adaptive, and he can already tell that Diavolo won't be satisfied unless he sees some real effort. He watches his opponent's body language closely, and sees that even with his sheer amount of muscle, Diavolo's sword is heavy. It takes time to move it around after a miss, so all he has to do is bide his time.

The chop from above nearly cracks him in the skull, but he uses the cane in his left hand to brace himself and push his body out of the way just in time. Diavolo's sword nearly buries itself in the floor from the force of the swing, and Mephisto has a millisecond of gut-wrenching fear as he realizes that sword was aimed for him.

Diavolo starts to wrest the sword back up, but Mephisto quickly takes the opening to thrust at his midsection and pull his cane back under him. Diavolo is forced to dodge backwards, reversing his momentum and putting his sword in front of him. That miniscule step gives Mephisto the half second he needs.

He lunges, throwing all his weight into his good leg as the rapier speeds forward. Diavolo, distracted by readying his weapon, sees it just a moment too late and the point stabs into his sword arm. Diavolo curses, and his blade falters. Mephisto brings his back leg up, invading the Prince's range. Even if he could get his sword up now, it was nearly too long to do anything. Mephisto sights his opening, twists, and his blade swishes across the space between them. His hand raises into the air, blade pointed up and away from his opponent, and he delivers a single, devastatingly precise blow with the sword’s pommel to the junction between Diavolo's neck and shoulder.

He stumbles back, raising his hands in the air. “I concede, I concede.” Mephisto takes a half step back, the realization finally setting in. He has just hit, and drawn blood from, the future ruler of the Devildom. He can feel the blood drain from his face as he raises his eyes to meet Diavolo's shining golden ones.

The Prince laughs, that loud, hearty laugh he only does when something unexpected happens. “That was an incredible show, my friend! Well done!”

Mephisto tries to form a sentence that doesn't involve the words 'was that treason' and fails. Diavolo claps him on the back with such force he nearly falls and graciously takes the sword back. “Oh, we're alright,” he says over Mephisto's head, and he turns to see Barbatos’ concerned face in the doorway. “Just had to blow off a little steam.”

He sits back down in his chair, pulling a small container of ointment from his desk drawer and works it into the wound on his arm. Mephisto remains frozen in place until he hears a noise from the door. The butler is gone by the time he turns his head, but he swears it was laughter.

The Prince sits innocently, not a hair out of place, the only evidence that anything from the past five minutes even occurred being the soreness in his right shoulder. “Now, I believe you had some sort of budget to discuss with me?”

[wigglesdtuff]

The truth's getting stuck in your teeth

[cthulhum]

Hi you recently made a post about some destiel fics that are poetic with names like 91 whiskey, restless wanderer and something living kiss. Could you maybe share the link or something? I want to read them! Thank youuu🧡

yesss im gonna put everything ive read that i loved actually okay

restless wanderer <33333

and this, your living kiss

ninety one whiskey

a turn of the earth

the path of fireflies

psalm 40:2

the best years of our lives, my ass

the dean winchester beat sheet

the 5 senses of longing

twist and shout

so says the sword

i dont have them bookmarked together on ao3 so heres links for all of them separately and by all of them i mean ive only read the most popular ones so far and these r the one i loved the most !! hope u enjoy !!

@bondnamesthejames

[mokneydloaf]

Happy birthday Chopper~!🌸

[wigglys-dikrats]

i counted so you don’t have to and the fuck word is said 88 91 times in nerdy prudes must die

[maramarambles]

Me: I don't have a type

My "I don't have a type":

[marshmallowgoop]

And I'm just a little messed up I'm a little out of my head

[Song link] [YouTube link]

[karvakera]

drawing gojo every day as stupid pet memes until THE shibuya incident: day 37

I had to draw "the freak" pose

[ayo-edebiri]

7.04 was from buck’s pov…. He really thinks Eddie doesn’t care about him…. Oh