#or maybe it's for the pilot

[pharawee]

Oh, have they already started filming The Hell Guard? 👀

[sunny-boooo]

Not done with my rants for today I still have things to speak.

Pomni went from fearing holding someones hand.

To dreaming about people holding her hand.

To finally holding someones hand when it was offered to her.

Next step is to she herself make the first move and take someones hand me thinks.

[tobythetrashyartist]

”why dø yøu persist, after everything i've døne?”

“because i prømised yøu.”

i was trying to copy the art style of the show, but i think i just ended up combining it to my usual style lmao

here's a version without the effects and stuff bc i loved how i rendered it and y'all must see it too

[dogearedheart]

save me stanford era dean save me

[baifengxis]

MLCU ♡ MILKLOVE CINEMATIC UNIVERSE Updated November 2024

[swedishtrish]

Newborn Kitten

[obsessed-waffle]

Pilot Dib!

drawing this has made me realize that I don’t really draw dib all that much. Maybe I should start drawing him more.

Anyways, Pilot Dib my beloved <333

[rocketbirdie]

puppy... 🥺👉👈✨💕

[pilotdragonmiku]

kaijou in maid outfits playing one piece tcg???,,,,

if someone can guess the decks theyre playing ill draw ur fav kaijou idea... or zosan

[ghoulgeists]

*turns your favourite slutty tiefling into a dragon* aheehee

[chilly-lily]

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

you want a new kind of guy, fine, i raise you: the lady i was briefly roommates with in college who once smoked a blunt at a party and then spent an hour confessing earnestly to me that she genuinely preferred reading detailed episode recaps over actually watching the tv show in question

[pewpop]

this looked better in my head :<

bloody version under the cut

edit: guess who misspelled something.....

[majorbaby]

[averytirednerd]

Ha ha ha!

"It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life."

"Who is this? Who's this now? Are you the bellhop?"

"Haha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast."

"Hmm...nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the 'Hazbin' Hotel! Hahaha."

"Ha ha ha. It was actually my idea."

"Ha ha ha! Well it's not very clever!"

"Ha ha, fuck you."

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

Starscream is given a bath, Part 1:

First 832 words out of a total 1773 and counting! I never expected this would turn out so long, but I’m not complaining. Aircraft sizes and possibly physics have been ignored to make this fic possible. Thank you for reading. This is my first time writing Transformers fanfics, so I’m kind of nervous. Laying out my heart to you guys here.

Note: “partner” in this context means they are working together as a pair, not a romantic partnership. I’m writing as if Starscream has entered an uneasy alliance with the Autobots in S2 but refuses to join them officially.

Part 2: here

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“Okay, you can get in the water now.”

It was incredibly early in the morning, and the human had gotten up to drink some water only to see a somewhat dirtied up Starscream looking up at her through the window. The two were technically partners now, but they were still getting to know each other. It was a learning curve with Starscream, but he always seemed to respond well to positive feedback.

“Careful what you wish for, human.” Starscream had a suspiciously devious grin on his faceplate, and it only took a moment for his transformation sequence to finish and then the human was left with a full-size F-16 in her bathtub.

The vehicle mode somehow actually fit, with the landing gear deployed to hold it up just barely above the waterline. This meant she was going to have to do all the work herself, without any help from him.

“Seriously?”

Even without his face visible, she could practically feel that smartass smug look burning into her.

“Something wrong?”

“You know, if you’re gonna behave like a plane, I could always get the pressure washer.” She joked, the words accompanied by a smirk.

The rudder and ailerons moved suddenly in a slight panic, and the human could’ve sworn she even saw his wings themselves twitch, despite being in his altmode.

“THAT infernal device?? Do you take me for some kind of mindless, unfeeling Earth-plane you can just manhandle as you please?!”

His voice was filled with surprise, which over the course of his words gradually grew into offense.

She was trying to take him seriously. Really, she was. But there was an airplane. There was an airplane in the bathtub. And it was yelling at her. With a cracking voice. And it was five in the morning. The quiet must’ve felt uncomfortable to Starscream, because he chuckled nervously and spoke up again, this time sounding more concerned. He was using his kicked puppy voice, which he favored whenever he wanted to get out of something.

“You wouldn’t be so cruel… would you?”

“No…” she sighed. “No, of course not, I was only kidding.” The human smiled and rolled up her pant sleeves before doing anything else. She gave him a slight pat on the undercarriage, which elicited a “Hmph.” from the seeker.

“Alright, now how are we supposed to…” She tried, and failed, to bite back a yawn.

“I guess I could begin with the lower half of the fuselage… gear… engine intake…”

“I don’t care how you begin, just be quick about it! I can’t be sitting around here all day.”

She ignored the somewhat patronizing instruction, putting one leg over the side of the bathtub, and then the other. The human then reached behind him and grabbed a sponge, wetting it in the lukewarm water of the bath before pouring some soap on it. She moved a little closer, placing a hand on his nosewheel.

“Gonna clean the landing gear now. I’ll have to get all up in your wheel well.”

The reply came back uncharacteristically quiet.

“Alright.”

She stood up on the nosewheel, shower head in one hand while the other held onto the gear assembly. The human took her time, pouring warm water over the joints, the shock absorber, the steering system. The wheel wells, an area of the aircraft that were a mix between internal and external, made the differences between Starscream and a regular F-16 easy to spot. He was far more streamlined than his Earth-made counterpart, having little to no exposed cabling and appearing somewhat sleeker overall. He had several joints on the gear to allow better maneuverability on the ground, and it looked like he could even lower his fuselage closer to the ground if he wanted to. She repeated the process with his main wheels. The nosewheel’s well was relatively shallow, whereas she found the main wheels had enough room to almost be considered a crawl space. The human thought about these traits, trailing a hand over a thin line of blue light illuminating the area where the wheels would be stowed.

She didn’t know he had that until now, but it made seeing her way under the fuselage easier. Starscream occasionally shifted above her. He didn’t speak much, only commenting now and then on how long she was lingering, or that she was touching too much. She took notice that his tone of voice was not genuine. It did not convey the irritation Starscream usually made very clear that he was feeling. It was as if he was complaining out of obligation, as if he didn’t know how to feel about what he was experiencing. The feeling of being cleaned like this was…awkward, slightly uncomfortable, but not bad. Even after receiving a human partner of his own, he had never quite gotten used to something eerily squishy rooting around in his exposed parts.

The struts compressed without much resistance when the human pressed down on them, dipping the jet into the water.