#or maybe one eye green and one eye purple?

[revelboo]

pulled double starscreams today. do not regret it

Nice!

Even If It Kills Me Pt 12

Armada Starscream x Reader

• You’d called it a cold, but why is your skin so warm to the touch when normally you’re shivering? Sprawled back on his berth with your nest of blankets and you on his chassis alongside his canopy, he keeps his palm cupped over you, a servo against your spine. Feeling every time you cough and hating it. And for once, the mini-cons hadn’t piled on him, too. Keeping their distance and unsettled by your obvious discomfort.

• Sweating, you kick your leg out from under the sheets and want to cry when Starscream immediately covers you again. You’re burning up and know he means well, but you’d been a lot less miserable on the cold floor, because he’s warm under you. And you just don’t have the heart to ask him to put you down. Wondering how offended he’d be if you strip down to your underwear on him just to cool off. Most likely, he wouldn’t care. It’s not like you have anything he’s the least bit interested in anyway.

• Hears you mutter something that sounds like ‘eff it’ under your breath and before he can try to figure out what that means, you’re sitting up on him and peeling off your outer coverings. Staring owlishly down at you as you ignore him and pointedly kick your blankets off of him. And then sprawl against him on your belly with a shiver. What just happened? Maybe you’re getting worse? “I could carry you to a human medic,” he grumbles, servos hovering over your spine, but entirely sure if he should touch you now. Or why you’d taken off your coverings.

• Cheek pressed against his canopy since it’s the only part of him that’s not as warm, you look up at his serious frown. Still worrying over you? “Really. I’m fine.” Absolutely miserable and feverish, but fine. “If I start hallucinating, then you can carry me to a doctor.” And that frown deepens, apparently not taking your joke well. “I’ve been worse.” Venting at you, one of his servos touches your bare shoulder and slides down your spine. Slides over a bit and stops there. Eyes closing, when he gently rubs against what feels like a bruise. Know you’re covered in them.

• Wants to ask about the mark on your skin, but now that he’s looking, they’re everywhere. Little splotches of color. Some purple, some yellow or green. Bruises. “I’ve always bruised easily. It’s no big deal,” you tell him sensing where his thoughts have gone, and he grimaces. Are these from him handling you? There’re smaller ones that must be from the mini-cons. Your soft skin marking so ridiculously easy. Hurting you when he’s trying to protect you. “You didn’t hurt me so stop frowning like that.” Chin lifting as those tired eyes narrow and you start coughing again. Letting his head fall back against the berth, he covers his face with a hand. Even when he’s trying to do good, he still destroys. Maybe Megatron’s legacy of pain is too much a part of him. Maybe it’s all he’s good for.

• Great. You made him depressed, his optics staring up at the ceiling. Again. Groaning at yourself and your giant, melancholy guardian, you shakily stand and his big hands immediately cage you. Not touching you, but hovering nearby like he thinks you might fall. Reaching to grab a servo, you lean into his huge palm. And drag that servo to your side, pressing it against the jagged scar there. “I dropped a plate. My fault. He was behind me, already mad and I just dropped it. Hit me with his bottle and it broke. Cut me,” you tell him, expression twisting with the memory of the fear. Can’t look at his face right now, because even knowing these things weren’t your fault, part of you still feels like they are. Like if you’d been better you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. That the pain was because you’d done something wrong. Deserved it. Lifting your arm, you touch another smaller scar above your elbow. “Argued with him. I don’t even remember what it was about, but he shoved me. Banged it on the counter when I fell.” Your voice and hands are shaking, want to blame it on the fever, but telling someone this is like bleeding the poison out.

• Servo gently tipping your chin up, his spark aches when you offer him a tremulous, broken smile. Runs his glossa over his denta as he carefully shifts under you. Willing himself to reach out in return. Knows you only meant to drive home that he’s not hurt you, that you know pain, but he understands that empty look on your face. Recognizes the look of someone resigned to pain and blaming themselves for deserving it. His own servos lifting to touch a discolored weld hidden under his jaw on the sensitive mesh of his neck. “Questioned a foolish order,” he whispers. And you take turns through the night. Each showing a scar and the reason for it. Sharing the pain to halve it, bound together by the same trauma.

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[fluffy-fics]

VI X Reader (PART 2)

BARTENDER VI MODERN AU (PART 2)

Part 1

(Vi x fem reader)

(INFO: Vi is 30, you are 30 too)

2 days had passed since your last trip to the bar, and you were ecstatic about today. Something inside you yearned for the smell of sweet cedar that had clung to Vi, and to see the way she expertly poured drinks. Something about the way light reflected off of her arms and biceps as she worked made butterflies jolt in your stomach.

You walk into the bathroom of your small apartment, staring into a mirror as you adjusted your hair and clothing to look perfect, as perfect as it was gonna be atleast. 

You sigh, and flash yourself a smile, bounding outside the apartment complex and getting into your car, starting down the asphalted streets and keeping your eyes peeled for The Last Drop. Suddenly a flicker of green light up ahead caught your eyes as you traced letters across a wooden sign that spelled out the name of the bar. A sensation tingles up your spine as you survey the nearby parking lot for open spots, being a tad more packed then you would have expected. 

You finally find an open spot, park, and feel cool air hit your face as you walk out of the veichle, eagerly walking, more like sprinting into the bar. The aroma of alcohol burns the back of your throat once more as you walk through the door, a crowded scene erupting into your vision. Your eyes scan the area, looking for the bartop, and when you find it the feeling of excitement within you stalls for a moment. There is no bartender behind the counter, only the colourful bottles of booze that illuminate the bar with life. You feel your body still push forwards towards the table, taking a seat at the same stool you sat at last time.

Your eyes search for any trace of Vi, hoping to see her hair peaking through the crowd, your nose hoping for just a small taste of the cedar that had entranced you last time. But as you turn around to face the bar, you feel a small tap on your shoulder. You whip around, hope streaming through your body as you see a light tattoo. 

“Are you y/n?” 

You freeze. How does this person know your name? Her outfit is interesting, a leather top with lacing in an X formation, long purple plaid pants underneath a large belt, accompanied by 2 long blue braids of hair. You froze as you saw a shape move behind her, but felt relieved as you realized it was just a small child, brown-orange hair with blue hair colour at the tips.

“Yeah? What’s it to you.” You respond, coming off much more hostile sounding than intended. 

“I’m Jinx, Vi’s little sister. She has been gushing to me about you, but she hasn’t been feeling well. She’s being a HUGE baby about it, I really think it’s just a minor cold, but whatever.” Jinx hands you a small slip of paper, putting a hand on the little one’s head as she pulled on Jinx’s braids. You unfold the crisp paper, gazing at a phone number. 

“Thank you.” You say, sighing with relief that Vi remembered about you as you put the number into your phone. 

“Aaaaanny time- c’mon Isha.” She murmurs to the child, the two walking out of the bar. Hesistantly, you send a message to the number.

You: Vi? Is this the right number?

…

No response.

You: Hello?

…

Vi: Yeah, it’s Vi. I’m so sorry I couldn’t make our little date today, I felt really awful and didn’t want to make anybody else sick, especially you. 

You: Its alright! Please don’t stress, I appreciate the thought and hope you feel better soon <33

Vi: Awhh~ thanks cupcake. I appreciate it. If you’d like to stop by sometime, maybe when I’m not as sick as I am, I’d love to have you over!- 

You read the screen as an address gets sent. Your heartbeat picks up, and excitement wiggles through your stomach. 

You: Can we meet soon? When do you think you’ll feel better??

Vi: Maybe on Friday, 6pm? I think this thing will blow over relatively quick. 

You graze your schedule, seeing that you’d have to work earlier on Friday but should still have enough time to go home and get ready before 6. 

You: Yeah! That works!

Vi: See you then, cupcake~

You don’t know why the word flusters you as much as it does, but you DO know that you love seeing, and hearing that word spoken to you, especially when Vi is the one saying it. Or writing it.

“I’ll see you soon.” You whisper to the phone, giddy with excitement once more, but ultimately hoping that this time you’d be able to meet up for sure. 

[avionvadion]

Ilia, Link, and Zelda would just be Hyrule’s funky little royal cryptid heroes after the events of TotK.

(And mostly because I’m taking creative liberties because Nintendo are cowards.)

Like, Ilia has the facial markings she inherited from Twilight. He used the curse so much that it engraved itself into his bones and very being, and was thus passed down to his descendants- buried, but unlocked once Ilia went through his trials. She can turn into a wolf at will. As a descendant of the goddess (Time being the lost little brother of his Zelda) she can revert easily.

Link is an absolute gremlin. He and Ilia went around Hyrule, teleporting constantly, appearing looking like total disasters, bloody and beaten and tired and covered in twigs and mud and monster gross. They solved problems, helped people out, then vanished just as fast. If it was raining, Ilia would play a song and it would magically stop. Ilia is the Hero of Song.

They are tiny. They are fierce. They are strong and capable and terrifying, and disappear as fast as they arrive. They destroy monster camps and Hinoxes and Lynels like it’s nothing. They act like brother and sister. They helped build Tarrey Town and recruited residents for it. Link was the Hero of Calamity, in love but not yet in a relationship with the Zora princess, who then died, and Link was nearly killed and then woke up a hundred years later and became the Hero of the Wild. He was amnesiac.

His memory comes back, Link and Ilia defeat Calamity Ganon, and Zelda is back in action. She has been holding Ganon off for one hundred years all on her own. She doesn’t look a day older than seventeen. Six years pass. During that time, Link recovers from his grief and starts a relationship with Zelda. During that time, she builds a school and works on rebuilding Hyrule. Ilia marries Sidon, and they have a newborn named Miphara.

Zelda and Link go to investigate the castle. Both go missing again. Link comes back, somehow even more of a gremlin, and builds the craziest and most ridiculous of inventions that most often don’t even work the way they’re supposed to, but get the job done. His right arm has been replaced with something else, something with claws and markings and rings, and glows with an eerie blue color. His sky colored eyes which would flash blood red with anger, with desperation, as a result of the Gloom that poisoned his body.

He joins forces with Ilia once more, solving problems across the land and saving the regions from their plights. They save and rebuild Lurelin Village. They help Hateno Village restore balance to its community.

Zelda is seen throughout the land, giving strange orders and acting unlike herself. Causing harm. Unease. Disturbances. It’s revealed that’s not Zelda at all, because the real Zelda has become a dragon.

They battle Ganondorf.

Link loses his new arm to return Zelda to normal. Zelda now has horns and some scale-like freckles along her skin. Not totally human, but no longer a dragon either. Her eyes are no longer purely green; they shine purple and blue and emerald hues, a reminder of her time as a beast made purely of magic and light. Link’s markings remain. He obtains a new arm, an arm made of Sheikah tech, to replace the one he lost. Less claws, more class, still ancient in nature.

Confusing to those who see them, not understanding the meaning behind it all. Knowing to those who witnessed- understanding it is proof of the wars fought and struggles won.

Amusing and awe inspiring, even disbelieving, to the listeners who hear the stories of the princess and her knight, who gave all they had to save the land and each other, sacrificing the more human parts of themsleves in the process, and the wolf-like Hylian queen of the Zora, who was a sister to them, who played her melodies and sang her songs to ease the spirits across the land, giving strength to all those who could hear, constantly reminding the hero and the princess they were not alone.

[evenmorecrows]

modern rookanis au where spite is lucanis' cat who at best coexists with him and constantly knocks shit off counters and will find lucanis only to sit in front of him and yell. and then lucanis and rook get together and rook meets spite and spite immediately latches on. still a little shit, still a freak but he'll let rook pet him and he'll sit in their lap and Maybe even purr.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[cfrog]

I just realized there's TONS of Sage-related art that isn't on here cause it was during my tumblr break.

so here's some of the stuff tumblr missed from 2018-2019. under the cut.

pride month series, these actually did get posted on my ask blog i think

Inktober 2018

silly Blue and Red

Color palettes

Hyper realistic Sage hand

[queensparklekitten]

time princess players how do y'all picture the MCs of every story

like since every set and piece of official art has a different hair colour, length, and style with every picture of them, and sometimes there's descriptions that don't match the images, which one do you go with

and do you make half of them look like your avatar or have your own designs

[the-chattering-tower]

@revukanfendrenim's progens love cyan secondary apparently and oh I absolutely cannot blame them. Nor am I complaining. Lookit my boys

(Skin is Gildermane Starscape by SilverLately)

[radioroxx]

hi. just checking in to say i really, REALLY love the colors you chose on your smile for me isats. theyre so good. sniles

THE SNILER….

heheeh tyyyy. its funny bc. i agonized so long over siffrins colour palette and had a lot of diff options, and miras is just. the colours i use for her Normally. if slightly more saturated hfkfj but!!!! i do also like how they turned out so i am glad u like themb :)

[eyestrain-addict]

If they ever get to Lestats POV I think it would be a really interesting way to quickly and subtly show that his perspective is different from all the other POVs so far (Daniel, Louis, Claudia) is if Louis' eyes, instead of being the semi-human hazel green every other character sees them as (including Louis himself), they are a vivid and inhuman emerald green.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

ok here he is

sorry the mixing's kinda shitty lolol i think i might have hearing and/or headphone problems 😭

UST by nmasao1, distributed by LoverBoy, with tuning edits by me. Mixing also by me. Original song by Machigerita-P.

[guinevereslancelot]

first blueberry of june! :0

[moe-broey]

The real reason to make a summoner OC actually is to put it in funny little outfits and play dress up with friends 😌🩷

Fairly low effort, BUT. I really wanted to draw Sharena in the style of the teatime banner, and then realized the dress she wears in that anniversary art (the one that strongly resembles Lilith's) would fit perfectly! I did add my own touches, to fit the banner more (plus I. Didn't feel like figuring out that headdress she wears in that art LMFAOOO)

+ some more doodles!

+ A design I ended up liking way more but I had already inked the first drawing... 💔

Something I was trying to capture (esp w how gendered this banner's outfits are) is combining elements from each uniform! Mix and match to create a Secret Third Thing.

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Heh, what if I made a habit of only ever watching full episodes/duels of the VRAINS dub just to see how my gay crushes are represented?

Ha just kidding!

....unless? 👀👀👀

[anotherpapercut]

I'm seriously having to resist so hard the urge to block everyone on this website over that math color post. if you think math is red I'm sorry but you're wrong and you're going to math hell also. forever.

[welcometoteyvat]

 xingqiu, gold accents, ginkgo leaves, the light golden color tea gets in sunlight

hu tao, also gold accents, mahogany wood, smoky things, spider lilies unfurling in the dark. but it would be cool to edit her art so it’s more high contrast (darker outfit and hair) with stark black plum branches against winter snow 

chongyun, white, clouds, wisps of chill wind. fluffy things and a big fur coat

majority red palette ningguang would also be cool

and of course, zhongli with gold orange. old man can’t beat the geo lord cor lapis soulmates (ambiguous relationship) with azhdaha allegations