#roughly in chronological order

[mochrincrunch]

senshi panty shot compilation as of chapter 92

[artilite]

i keep forgetting to post when i draw OOPS so here's a doodle dump !!!!

[auriidae]

@sunsreblog the aforementioned page of good luck babe-flavored bdubs doodles that i add to every time the song comes on...!! :P (ft. etho)

chappell roan would be some sort of catharsis for life series bdubs i think

[cardigan-jam]

I humbly present my magnum opus, Gregory Peck 10 out of 10

[emilianadarling]

'We Beat Them Before, We Will Beat Them Again!’ 

Some Rebel Alliance propo pictures to go with the Imperial one!!! 😃 

The last chapters of ‘only as strong as the warrior next to you’ feature quite a few rebel themes and visual elements, so it felt like a good time to share!

“Star Wars Propaganda: A History of Persuasive Art in the Galaxy” is the source of many of these. It’s an incredible and highly enjoyable reference book, and it that comes with 10 free posters. :3 The rest of the images are taken from the excellent and inspiring works of Russell Walks Illustration, who I’m given to understand also has a tumblr. @russellwalks 👀🙏

[justafriend-ql]

Character Fashion Appreciation: Chopper Portrayed By: Perth Tanapon Never Let Me Go

[dicenote]

Fuck it (/lh). Task Force Playlist

Songs that remind me of them, a lot of which were ripped from others' Matsuda playlists. Enjoy!

[constantvariations]

Fun fact: if you make a compilation of all Adam scenes - trailers, shorts, and mentions included - it would be 45 minutes long

[axratsffxivwrite]

FFXIV Write Day 5 - Stamp (The Sharpest Gifts)

Tink. Tink. Tink. 

It had taken no small amount of effort for the clan to carve out a piece of Rabanastre for themselves, yet still, in this small section of the ruins, some semblance of life had returned. People were resilient, even in the face of utter destruction. 

The Lyros’ forge, settled in the midst of the cobbled mess of reconstruction, was both home and shop, the furnace burning hot outside as Miriam toiled away. Her father had retired for the evening, his orders done. Most of the locals had retreated to their own dwellings, either deep underground or in the few rebuilt structures scattered around. It was far from their once bustling city, but it was home, and not everyone was so ready to run off to Valnain and start new lives. 

With each strike of her hammer, steel began to take shape. The metal was folded and drawn out until she was satisfied, then painstakingly shaped blow by blow, molded into something resembling a Doman shortblade. She was no master craftsman like her father, but she was good enough. 

Gods, she hoped she was good enough. 

She dug deep into the back of her mind, focused intently on her studies in the Doman Enclave. Her time amongst the refugees there had not been long enough to attain any level of true mastery, but she refused to be dissuaded. This was important to her, and it was even more important to get it right.

As the sun fell low in the sky and the last of the daylight faded, she resigned herself to a break. The next evening she returned, working for as long as the light held out. 

Her first blade, she melted down after realizing she had overworked the metal. The second soon followed it in a fit of frustration over the shape of the point. Day after day, she spent every moment of her free time fussing over the forge. Blade after blade failed to suffice. 

On the fourth day, her father offered his assistance, but she refused. This project was hers and hers alone. 

On the sixth, she finally had a blade she was satisfied with. Her stomach tied itself into knots as she painstakingly marked out a shallow pattern in the blade, a series of scales and swirls meant to decorate but not deteriorate the performance of the blade. 

That one, too, she melted down after she cut too deep and ruined her work. 

On the seventh, she tried again. She forged a new blade, then heat-treated it before she etched it carefully with aether instead of tools. 

On the eighth day, now with a process that worked for her, she made the blade a twin. 

On the ninth day, she painstakingly carved the mold for her maker’s mark. For this, she did accept her father’s help, and side by side they designed and shaped the symbol by which her work would be known. No more just simply as an apprentice, but a craftswoman all her own. After hours of iterating and designing, she settled on an array of stylized chocobo feathers, arranged like the petals of a lily. 

Once the design was set and they had shaped the master die, they crafted the mold with which to cast her stamp. By the time the sun had fallen, she held in her hands her own metal seal with which to mark her work. 

It didn’t quite feel real. 

Upon the tang of each blade, she carefully stamped her maker’s mark into the patterned steel. 

On the tenth day, she sharpened the blades, shaped bronze into a proper habaki, then carved a simple wooden handle for each of them. She stained the handles with seed oil, leaving them a light brown while still accenting the wood grain. She carefully riveted each into place and paused for a moment to look over the fruits of her labor. Her heart swelled with joy, so relieved to finally have a finished piece she could have cried. 

The end result made every failed attempt so very worth it. 

Out of the same wood, she carved simple sheathes with thin profiles and stained them with the same oil. She took her time, refining them until she had a perfect fit for each of the blades. 

On the eleventh day, she measured and trimmed strips of leather to form the straps that would hold the sheathes in place upon their wielder. She carefully chose thin but sturdy, rounded buckles for the straps, redesigning them several times before she was satisfied the straps would lay as flat as possible. 

On the twelfth day, she placed both sheathed blades into a box and took her leave from the forge. She made her way through the winding, ruined streets of Rabanastre, her head kept on a swivel. A few ruffians and folks down on their luck eyed her with wariness and temptation, but the clan crest on her scarf held them at bay. 

Even those who turned to crime to survive rarely bit the hand that freely feeds. 

Miriam made her way to the settled ruin of an old storefront. The walls that yet stood were mostly settled, though the back wall was little more than a pile of rock and dust. The roof had caved in long ago, replaced instead with temporary canvas coverings that draped down over the rubble itself. A crimson cloth hung over the entryway in lieu of a door, the embroidered chocobo-feather fan crest of Clan Delima serving as both a deterrence for trouble and a promise of aid, if needed. 

She brushed aside the curtain without so much as knocking and stepped inside. There wasn’t a lot of usable area, what with half the space taken up by the pile of rubble. The near side of the room served as a chocobo nest, with clean straw and blankets so carefully arranged. Atop the nest sat a familiar plum-colored chocobo, his head raised to investigate the new intruder. Recognition in the warbird’s eyes, he let out a soft kweh in greeting. 

“Hello to you, too, Exodus.” 

The other side of the room was more lived-in, though not by much. A cot served to keep the bedroll off the floor, and a lantern – currently dimmed – sat to offer light once evening came. A footlocker sat against the edge of the rubble, an adventurer’s overflowing pack resting haphazardly atop it. 

“...hm, is Kin not here?” She asked Exodus. 

“Kweh!” He replied, helpful as a bird could be. 

“Well, I’ll wait, then.” 

She made herself comfortable and sat atop his cot, holding the wooden box in her lap. She passed the time by making smalltalk with Exodus – or, at least, she tried to. He offered the occasional chirp or call to acknowledge that she was speaking, but she doubted he had any real comprehension of her words. 

Though sometimes, he did make her wonder. 

As the day’s light began to dim to an amber glow, the curtain finally swept aside and that familiar, handsome young Viera she adored so much finally made an appearance. 

Kin’s dark hair had only grown shaggier as time went on, though he now adorned it with feathers and made something of an effort to style it in layers. He wore a loose linen shirt and vest and a tied-off shawl over his shoulders, with strips of red cloth tied around his belt. Black pants tucked neatly into his leather traveling boots, while a pair of matching leather bracers kept his sleeves from catching on the rubble. That familiar red bandana remained tied around his neck, right where it belonged. 

His eyes lit up as he saw her. He cast aside his bag unceremoniously and rushed over to her. 

“Miri! I’m sorry, were you waiting long? I was helping Marsil at the pub, I didn’t mean to…”

She stood and placed a hand on his chest, silencing him immediately. 

“It’s okay,” she replied, “I don’t mind. I wanted to surprise you, anyway.” 

With her other hand, she offered out the box to him. Her heartbeat began to quicken and her breath caught in her throat. What if he didn’t like them? What if she had sized the grips wrong? Made the blades too short? She had prioritized concealability over length, but had she gone too short? 

He blinked and took the box, his ears drooping to the side as he tilted his head. 

“What’s this?” He asked. 

“A gift.” She replied. “I, ah… I heard you were leaving again, so I wanted to make sure you had a little something from me.” 

He stepped aside and crouched beside the footlocker, setting the box down on what little empty space there was atop it. He carefully lifted away the lid and paused, his ears abruptly pivoting to the front as he focused his attention on the blades. He lifted one of the shortblades out and unsheathed it, his eyes widening as he took in the details on the etchings. 

After a moment, he ventured “...did you…?” 

“Make them? Yes. I even put my mark upon the tang. A little something of me to carry with you when you go.” She replied, wringing her hands. “It took a few tries to get it right, but I… I know you have a hard time hiding your blades sometimes, and I tried to make these as thin of a profile as I could without compromising their structure or making the grips uncomfortable to hold. They should be easier to conceal while still being effective, and when they're sheathed they're not immediately recognizable as daggers anyway.” 

Kin sheathed the blade and placed it back in the box. He placed the lid back atop the box and stood once more. Miriam swallowed back her nerves as he turned to face her. In lieu of a thanks he hooked a clawed finger under her chin and drew her close for a slow, tender kiss. 

All her fears faded into nothingness as she melted into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. She snaked her arms up over his chest and around his shoulders, while he held her waist and pulled her close. She surrendered himself to his lead, twining her fingers into his hair as he deepened the kiss. She could still taste the vague remnants of stew on his lips, smell the faint scent of hearth smoke that yet clung to him. 

When he finally, reluctantly, pulled away, she let out a contented sigh. You say you’re incapable of proper love, but you kiss me like that? I have my doubts, mister. 

Kin leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deep as he held her close. She leaned into him, content to take every moment she could before he left her once more. 

He murmured, “when are you expected home by?” 

“Dark, I imagine.” She replied. 

He offered an uncertain hum in response. “And here I had hoped to thank you properly…” 

“It wouldn’t be the first time I was held up at the pub…” 

“Well, in that case…” he slowly pulled away, raising a hand to gently caress her jaw. “...why don’t we go find somewhere a little less well-traveled?” 

“I think that sounds wonderful.” 

[monster-noises]

Hmm Had a Zine idea last night that would involve only curatorial work from me (with... maybe some minimal illustration) where I go through all my old art and files and compile like.. a Tome of Lost Stories that describes and summarizes all the comics and story ideas and characters I've had over the years cause there's a Lot, and it would feel nice, I think, to give them more of a proper send off than the sort of weird decent into obscurity they all kinda Got. Depending on the scope of the project and the available material I have in my Files I would write out a brief description of the plot and list the characters and maybe some of my thoughts Now on the project along side the original sketches and illustrations, and maybe for the bigger projects that I Feel Some Kinda Feeling About I'd draw something new, like a cover or a poster type thing... I don't know if anyone but me would be interested in seeing that compiled at All, but i think it would make me feel Good and would be Largely Achievable, as a Concept....

[anxiousyetepic]

Me reading Harrow the Ninth for the third time

[david-box]

I'm not tagging all of them for the sake of spam even though it would be technically relevant. but I made squidward buttons for your squidward reaction needs. If I fucked up the terms genuinely my bad I'm up past my bedtime tbh. Image ID in alt text

[kalijhomentethi]

I FINISHED THE MOVIE

i knew it i was rIGHT, i recognized the name of the scientist!!! She was doc ock!!! I’m so proud of myself for being able to recognize her despite the long time i spent not consuming Spiderman content

NOT MILES FACE PLANTING ALL THE WAY DOWN 😭😭

GWEEEEEEEEEEN

SHE’S SUCH A BADASS HOLY SHIT

“You don’t get to like my haircut” FNAKFNAKFJAKFNSKVBFJ

SHE USED TO BE IN A BAND??? HELLO???

AUNT MAY 😭😭😭

I teared up when Aunt May talked to alternate Peter,,,, mY HEART 😭 “You look tired, Peter.”

OK WOW SHE KNOWS SHE’S ALTERNATE PETER

ok what the fuck, the og peter parker must’ve been batman or something

HIS LAIR IS SO COOL!!! he has so many suits and vehicles and gadgets!!!!

“you think you were the only ones who thought of coming here?”

SPIDER NOIR

ANIME GIRL

PIG

help i love them ajgjaodjaknaofkf

spider noir is so damn COOL!!! he talks like one of those old detective movie characters (which is what he is gainakfkaofj) AND HE PUNCHES NAZIS!!!! 💯💯 10/10 spider noir is now my fave

ngl peni’s appearance made me go ANIME??? she’s like. peter parker as dva and that’s RAD

peter porker (LOL) is straight out of looney tunes and i love that

“one of us needs to stay here to destroy the machine”

all the spideys: ILL DO IT

yall. stop being so self-sacrificing 😭

but then. when they started pressuring miles i was like, oh no :( once again teared up for the poor boy

he turns invisible when panicking and when he doesn’t wanna exist 😔

JFC PROWLER (yall how does he know the guy’s name when he was never mentioned—) IS UNCLE AARON NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

he still ran to aunty may’s house when he found out 🥺

ok all of em fighting was cool and all but miles just panicking broke my heart. also i was like NOT THE HOUSE!!! NOT THE CAR 😭😭

and when prowler dangled miles off the roof, i just knew miles would take off his mask. Aaron immediately backing off :( BUT GOOD GOD I DIDNT EXPECT THE GUNSHOT

miles is rlly good at swinging around bodies—//SHOT

god i cried again when aaron died. a part of me wished miles would actually face his dad and explain instead of going invisible (involuntarily). but no, his dad now hated spideys even more :(

i just sat there silently as miles through all the shit in his room and went OOP when the notebook when flying back right at him. Cue the spideys entering his room.

BFOSJFIENDKSF THEY RLLY STUCK TO THE CEILING AND MADE THE BOY FAINT LIKE THAT

oh my god they all lost someone dear to them :(

i just completed pork’s sentence before he finished speaking,,,, “the worst part about this job is that you can’t save everyone” MY HEART HURTS

“we’re probably the only people who know exactly how you feel” 😭

when the others started saying goodbye and peter took the goober from miles, i started crying again dbakfnaofjs HE CAN’T CONTROL HIS POWERS 😭😭😭😭 HE LOST SO MANY PEOPLE AND YET HE CAN’T AVENGE THEM

i was outright sobbing when miles’ dad came by. “I love you. You don’t have to say it back.” FUUUUUUUUUCK

i wasn’t even trying to wipe my tears man. i was just sitting there crying.

Then the lightning traveled through his body and he basically super saiyan’d his way out of the webs. i was like OH?

then the roommate woke up and saw the shit around the room and went fuck this im going back to bed LMAO such a mood

IT’S A LEAP OF FAITH LETS GOOOOOOOO

the music in this movie is so fucking good.

AUNT MAY IN THE LAIR 🥺 I LOVE HER!! “took you long enough.” FJAKDJSJS

WHY DID MILES SPRAY PAINT THE WHOLE SPIDERMAN SUIT THO?? there was already a black suit 😭😭 that bugged me so much but ig he chose that suit for sentimental value

HIM SWINGING THRU THE STREEEETS

fucking goosebumps!!!!!!!

—

ok timeskip to the spideys invading the special event

“it can’t be that easy.”

“it was that easy.”

LMAOOOOO

NOT PETER SAYING SORRY TO NOT HIS MJ 💀

gwen’s face 😂😂😂 shes like oh my g o d. FACEPALM. I LOVE GWEN SM. i really love how they animate the masks to show their expressions

peter: im sorry for everything

mj: oh dw it’s just bread

😂😂😂 LMAOOOOOOOO

—

ok now theyre in the underground lab

all of their spider senses tingling and suddenly everyone’s fighting something

Not the classic anvil and hammer ajdkajskakdkanfks

MILES!!!!!!!!!

Everyone being happy to see him 😭😭

Marvel vs Capcom but with 3 people tag. Miles, Gwen, and Peter really took their turns beating Ock up.

“Watch out, this’ll take a while.”

*Doc Ock gets smacked with a bus (train?)*

“Oh, nevermind.”

😂😂 i love this movie

NOOO the robot is dead :( but the spider came out so ig the robot could be rebuilt? I heard something like the robot had the soul of something.

EVERYONE SAYING GOODBYE 😭😭 DAMMIT TEARING UP AGAIN

“Thank you. From the both of us.” Peni holding up her spooder 🥺

“I love you all.” WE LOVE YOU TOO SPIDER NOIR!!!!!! “And I’m taking this thing with me. I don’t know what it is but I’ll find out.” HE’S SO AAA

“Take this hammer. It fits in your pocket.” 😂 PORKER FNSKKD

“Do I get to like your haircut now?” LMAOOOOO I’m glad Gwen now accepts Miles as her friend <3

PETER STOP IT WITH YOUR SELF-SACRIFICING TENDENCIES AND GO HOME

“How will I know I won’t mess it up?”

“You won’t.”

“That’s right. It’s a leap of faith.”

GOOSEBUMPS

and then miles decided to 1v1 kingpin in hand-to-hand combat ok boy, good luck getting smacked around ajfkajfksjfksnf

HIS DAD WATCHING HIM AND CHEERING HIM ON 😭

NOT THEY SHOULDER TOUCH!!!!!!! SHDJSJDKSNFKSNF

—

Ending

Ok criminals apprehended 👌

His dad immediately answering the call 😭

“Do you know who did it?”

“I thought I did. But I was wrong.”

AND

“Do you wanna “put up” your art in a privately-owned establishment like the police station?”

NAWW NOT MILES HUGGING HIM IN SPIDERMAN FORM

“I love you!”

“Oh and, look behind you!”

BROOOOOO KINGPIN’S IN A FUCKING WEBBBBB GOOD SHITT

from ur friendly neighborhood spiderman <3

kingpin does NOT look happy LOOOL

everyone applauding 💖💖💖

THE AARON GRAFFITI 😭😭

Miles finally found out what he wants to do 💖

Peter tried to patch things up with MJ!!

Gwen is fine again with making friends <33

Noir opened up a thing to show the Rubik’s cube LOL

Porker is happy being back in his world!

AND NOT THE PARALLELISMMMM

It started with “I’ve been the only Spiderman for 10 years,” and ended with “I’ve been Spiderman for only 2 days” which is fine because “I know that there are others like me.” 😭😭

WAIT WHAT

GWEN WAS CALLING TO MILES? WAS ANOTHER PORTAL OPENING UP? DID SHE CALL OUT TO HIM EVEN WHILE BEING IN HER OWN WORLD?

—

Post-Credits Scene

Wtf. The dude looks like evil Spiderman. The Multiverse didn’t collapse apparently. And he has a device to travel to the other universes.

THE SPIDERMAN MEME LOOOOOOOL

YOU POINTED FIRST

NO YOU!!

—

Final Notes

I really really really love the soundtrack. Time to play it on repeat.

If Spider Gwen is from another world, then where/what is the Gwen from Miles’ world? Is she also a spider person?

I love it when all of them get their spider senses tingling. Everyone just gets squiggly lines above their heads.

The spider that bit Miles was labeled #42. Assuming that another one was the spider that bit Peter way back, where are the other 40? Are there spiders with numbers above 42? What if they had a Spider-verse within their own world this whole time?

I was calling the group of spideys “Spider-people” this whole time and I felt very satisfied when the cops on the radio called them the same thing.

I love the “Okay, one more time from the beginning” line. When more characters were added to the comic pile until eventually Miles also had his own comic, I was like 🥺

In conclusion, this was a cinematic masterpiece. I love it. It was a rollercoaster of emotions. Can’t wait for the sequel. HOPEFULLY SILK IS IN THAT ONE!!

watching into the spiderverse

[gloryseized]

Hey, Link, if the sky fell tomorrow, what would you wanna do today?

Send in the Kids! -- @flockrest

Link glances up to the young Rito as he spoke, blinking first in bemusement at the question before he lets his head settle back to the ground to consider it further. The sky's a lovely crisp blue over Rito village, a hint of cold in the air that harkens to the oncoming winter chill that hasn't nearly set in yet. Zelda is visiting the Rito elders as they speak, talking about the fate of Vah Medoh, a meeting Link mercifully doesn't have to attend.

Gaze flicks up to meet Tulin's soulful, questioning eyes, a smile in Link's own blue eyes. If the world ended today, what would he do? He's already experienced an end of the world, and as far as he can tell, doing something momentous the day before hand or not doesn't particularly change the end itself. But on the other hand, getting to spend time with those he cares about, the quiet moments, that is worth something.

Sweeping his hand wide, he broadly indicates Rito village, Zelda, Tulin, the blue sky. All of it. << This. >>