#pew au

[again-and-then]

Charlie: Stupid

Vaggie: Smart

Lute: Stupid, but in a different font

Just something quick, want to make up for the newly erratic upload schedule and play around with their group dynamic lol.

[wyervan]

I forgot to add slasher au

Sun and moon slasher au posture check

crustacean in nature

[matchstique]

Comic redraw of a scene from Cass’s Apocalypse AU

Storyline and original comic panels by @somerandomdudelmao

Storyline and original comic panels by @somerandomdudelmao

[plumadot]

"i don't mean to pick favorites-" WELL I DO. MOVE ASIDE GRIAN IM BOUTTA GET SOME

*for some reason, you suddenly feel you're about to be hit in the face with an eldritch blast*

[pigeonfac3]

Y’all I don’t think he likes spiders.

Slash belongs to @itsxroxannex

I like to think that he always has a gun on hand. He doesn’t use it on anyone but spiders and is emotionally attached to it due to how many times it saved him. Just a fun headcanon :)

[searchingforserendipity25]

actually no, the best lawrellini conclave post-canon/au concept i can summon rn is innocent iv attempting to very earnestly match-make his dean of the college and secretary of state.

breaking their vows Would be a sin but considering the byzantine methods they are deploying to avoid being anywhere near each other inside the smallest city state in the world is:

an unnecessary complication to the new pope's ongoing mission to Make Empathic Changes For Good (Intersectional Version), which is going full steam ahead, with the sort of dedication a man who lives life expecting to be assassinated still, and means to make every day count.

oh, they're professional, of course; but poor monsignor o'malley is left trotting up and down the apostolic palace to share messages between their offices, because they refuse to text for post-conclave paranoia reasons (bellini) and because the expectation of replying in a digital format is a psychological torture for the emotionally-repressed luddite (lawrence). poor ray does not complain, but he has confessed to the pope his ankles aren't what they used to be.

they are old men, they are kind and very capable men. breaking their vows is a sin, of course. but to live is to sin inevitably. wasting good love into discomfort is far worse, vincent benítez thinks. they have to talk it out, at least. if he is to trust them to salvage something worthwhile out of the church, he has to believe they can salvage something true out of their friendship.

just kinda sad at this point, honestly.

the thing is. well the thing is. there is no polite way to tell the supreme pontiff you and your bestie already tried the secret romance thing once. and it didn't take.

they had their friends-to-secret-lovers, their shared office, their upstate drives with autumn leaves rusting and good music on the radio.

desperate embraces in the confessional of the new york cathedral. brushing hands and long glances that turned to long pining that turned to a summer of forbidden romance, turned to the anxiety of hiding their relationship to the world.

the rush of joy turned to unsustainable amounts of guilt, the longer it went on. misunderstandings, really: a lot of assumptions without communication. more resentment than either of them wanted to have for each other. the love was there, a great deal of it, but it was far from enough, when it put into question the work they were doing.

twenty years, give or take, since they last kissed in the pantry of a food kitchen in brooklyn, and put an end to the thing between them. they had their sad break up, their ex-lovers-to-friends again arc.

aldo went to paris, lawrence went to rome: they wrote, sometimes. called, met during conferences, meetings, conclaves.

the late holy pope's managed to get them to stop avoiding each other and get their shit together to pull off his own liberal win election years ago. they're fine now; they're good, they're okay. genuinely, mostly.

twenty years. recent events had made clear how much there was still to be understood between them, but they'd recognize each other's breathing in the dark anywhere. innocent xiv had managed to get them in the same confessional, on false and well-intentioned pretenses.

'it is sweet, really.' aldo says, trying to straighten his cassock, trying for wry irony, trying not to guess at the familiar profile, near enough to touch. 'are you going to tell him, or am i.'

'later,' thomas says. he swallows. it would be the easiest thing in the world, to press a hand against the grid of the partition, to pull it back, tug apart the curtains; for the curve of his adam's apple to move against aldo's palm. 'i'll explain it all.'

aldo snorts. 'maybe not all of it, if you please,' and it is enough to make lawrence quirk his mouth. the quality of the air between them alters, just enough for the closeness not to feel too suffocating.

there's nothing to be told, really. nothing to fix. only a misunderstanding. there is no way to explain the distance is not spite or shame, it is just distance. the measure of grace they give each other, now, after spending too long secluded together.

self-protection, yes; but also kindness going both ways. there is nothing to be talked out. there hasn't been anything to talk about for twenty years. if they give it enough time and enough turns of the rosary, one day that will even be true, god willing.

their eyes adapt to the gloom quickly. this part has never been difficult.

it would be the easiest thing. moving in the dark, pressing close, quieting gasping breaths with a mouth or a hand. he tilts his cheek, brushes the evening's stubble against aldo's. lightly, so it does not leave a mark - he has felt the phantom-sense of it before, he always does when they sit near.

the thing is, the confessional is closed from the outside.

but they are, after all, the secretary of state, the dean of the college of cardinals. between the two of them, they have enough master keys to open anything in the palace from the inside out, if either of them truly wanted to get out.

[ch0mpkin]

cowboys??? cowgirls??? COWS!

[starii-lins]

Honey I rose up from the dead

I do it all the time

in love w @just-a-joey 's killer chance,,, shark shark shark shark shark shark

bonus doodle and unsmudged ver

[pewpewae]

The eepyyyy

[amielot]

Jailbreak!

+ some progress sketches, song vibes x

[whippindippin]

bought myself a plastic gun to better visualise jinx's movements in my fic,,,,,, anyways stay tuned chapter 8 will come out. sometime. sometime soon. always stay vigilant my dears

[again-and-then]

I'm still working I swear, but Dragon age has been consuming me.

Sketch of my Zestial redesign. I fucking love Zestial, but his design is... Not the best. Trying to do some light tweaks without reinventing the wheel here. Seriously tone down that stupid big spider tie.

[zero06iranosaurusrex]

AAAND I FINALLY FINISHED THE 2ND CHAPTER OF ESCAPE OUT OF NOWHERE SDFJSGLDFGKDGLDFGK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA hopefully y all enjoy to read em and...see ya on the next chapter owo d you can read the 1st chapter here btw CHAPTER 1

[saetiate]

thinking about blue lock in a john wick au… you own the continental and have loyalties to isagi, who wants to overthrow a certain someone on The Table. shidou and sae work under The Table, except sae wants out, but his deal with the table is that they can never touch rin.

that’s the real reason rin has never been recruited by them. sae feels he’s already done something terrible to him by introducing him to this side of the world at all. not that rin knows any of this

sae and shidou come to the continental to make sure you’re not supporting isagi with his plan (you are. but that’s not for them to know.)

more: bllk john wick au

[reixona]

The Vagabond

The Vagabond

Known as the strongest swordsman and the greatest archer in the whole continent, yet no one knows his real Identity, the most sought after information in the lands.

He was always seen covered in a cloak darkened by dirt, always carrying two swords and an unusually shaped bow.

Some say that each of the two swords have different purposes, one to kill criminals and another to kill tyrants. And his unusual bow is said to be taut all the time, ready to release fatal arrows to those who deserve it.

His appearances can be said to be random, yet not. Always seen when a huge incident was about to happen, and always fighting with the oppressed against those tyrant nobles.

A lot of nobles submitted a letter to the crown for his apprehension, yet the monarch of the lands always refused to acknowledge them, saying that he's doing the crown a favor for eradicating those pests.

The Vagabond only has one confirmed interaction with anyone where they are able to hear his voice.

According to the accounts of Lady Ariya, from the Noble House of Adler, The Vagabond's voice is soft, yet age is evident. She also said that the voice is extremely familiar, but she can't recognize where she heard it before....

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Haiya~

At first I wanted to be a butler, then a knight, in the end I became a beggar a wandering warrior of justice!!!!

or am I? 😉

Anyways, wielding 2 blades and a bow to fight against oppression and wandering the lands for who knows what is his current goals

would want to know what his interactions with others would be...

Anyways, might drop some character lores if I feel like it.

This Character is exclusive to @alli-ily 's Please Notice Me Prince AU

[zelda-cooper]

Ace x Liam (feat. Duck) — Comic

Made by my friend: @anniesilverl2

Panel 1

Liam: •Approaching the two• Mon Dieu... What do we have here? Oh, yes... That toothy girl's fire-headed friend!

Duck: •grunts in anger• Liam... What an unpleasant surprise...

Panel 2

Liam: Oh, how rude! What's wrong? Is my presence SO radiant that it blinded you?

Duck: Urgh! As if that were possible!

Ace: Honestly, we'd be happy to go blind. Then I wouldn't EVEN SEE your face.

Panel 3

Liam: •approaches Ace• Oh, I hadn't noticed you were here...

Ace: Huh?!

Panel 4

Liam: •holds Ace's chin• It's so good to see you, Mon Petit Lapin! How have you been, Mon Amour?

Panel 5

Ace: •pushes Liam away• Don't you touch me! And stop calling me that!

Panel 6

Liam: Aww... You got shy, Ma Belle?

Ace: For God's sake, what the hell is your problem?!

Liam: Oh, you know... I like to admire your beauty, to see you blush when you see me...

Ace: You know what I'd like to see?! You with a black eye from how much I'm going to hit you!

Duck: Hmm.... •just watching the two of them "arguing"•

Panel 7

Photographer: LIAM!!! STOP FLIRTING WITH THE FANS AND COME HERE!!! WE HAVEN'T FINISHED THE PHOTO SHOOT YET!!!

Panel 8

Liam: Arf... What can I do? Work calls! •walking away from them• See you later, Mon Petit Lapin...

Ace: GET OUT OF HELL AT ONCE!!!

Panel 9

Duck: Hmm... I have to admit, it's funny you two "fighting" over stupid things. You guys look like an old married couple!

Panel 10

Ace: •grabs Duck by his clothes• Say that again and I'll rip that beak off your face!

Panel 11

Duck: HEY, HEY!!! CALM DOWN!!! It was a joke...

Panel 12

Ace: It better be a joke... Otherwise, you know...

End! :D