#thank youuuu I love them

[firewoodwander]

🥨 for Jessix? 🫶🏼

Wintertime prompts

“—and don’t go lifting anything heavy for the next few days at least.” Kix says. Then, “Yes, I know it’s your ankle that’s sprained. How do you think you’re going to carry anything when you can barely walk?”

The Lieutenant closes his mouth with a grimace. Kix is kind when he hands over a crutch with a smile, helping the slightly-wobbly kid get back onto his feet. To his utter lack of surprise, once Bo waves his goodbye he hobbles straight towards the bustle and lights of the civilian celebration.

Coric snorts when he sees Kix shaking his head.

“Come on, they’re not going to do themselves any more harm than they would on this ship.”

“You are far too optimistic about that,” Kix mutters, but it’s more for the principle of the argument than any true disappointment.

The slap to the shoulder and good natured jostle are expected, Coric grinning in that way of his that always makes you feel like you’re sharing a joke together.

“Not really,” he says lightly, “but I am certain you’re just grumpy because you’re stuck here with me. Where’s that second of yours?”

“Jesse? He’s probably stuffing his face with some kind of unrecognisable species of tuber.”

“Someone say my name?” comes a voice from over Kix’s shoulder. They both turn to take in the sight of—yes, a rather pleased looking Jesse tearing a chunk of something bread-like and definitely dunked in too much sauce, off a stick as he wanders into the medical tent.

Kix watches in fascination as he chews, swallows, and somehow manages to get it all over the left side of his chin.

“Why are you like this,” he groans, mostly to himself.

Jesse grins and throws his arm over Kix’s shoulder. It’s the arm holding this strange half-mauled treat, so Coric is forced to lunge out of the way lest he also be covered in sauce.

“I know you’re just sad you’re missing out, it’s a real fun time out there. Looks like we’ve come during some kind of local holiday, so all the stallholders have Hardcase’s squad helping them put up decorations. So, I thought I’d bring the festival to you.”

Jesse’s other hand, which Kix had somehow ignored, appears in front of his face holding a second stick. It’s the same bread-snack, apparently originally shaped like a tree, although this one is adorned with a much more reasonable quantity of sauce. Kix takes it carefully and sniffs it. Tangy.

Out of the corner of his eye he can see Jesse grinning. He only gets like this when he knows it’s something Kix will genuinely enjoy—unlike Echo, who adores Fives’ terrible reactions to horrible tasting foodstuffs from the worst corners of the galaxy. So Kix bites into it, pleasantly surprised but not actually shocked when the warm, savoury flavours make his mouth water and his stomach gurgle.

“Hells, you two make me sick,” Coric laughs. “Take the rest of the evening off, for stars’ sakes, just don’t bring any of that sticky stuff into my sterile zone, you hear?”

Jesse laughs, replying with something jovial and almost witty, no doubt; Kix, suddenly feeling the weight of exhaustion from the day’s work and a deep, spiritual gratitude for surviving this battle yet to have this moment here, sinks into Jesse’s side and enjoys the comfort of good food and a safe embrace.

Even if Jesse smears sauce over his cheek when he leans in to kiss him.

(He can be forgiven, just this once.)

(And every time hereafter.)

[couriwaytown]

https://www.cbr.com/tmnt-ninja-turtles-human-forms-revealed/

SUN LOOK

OMG NO WAY!!!

THEY LOOK SO AWESOME WHAT. OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE!!!!!

[iwantmochisoup]

uhh if doodle requests are open then maybe bram and/or aya?? (if they're closed just ignore this)

hii, thank you for your request :3c i always wanted to draw them both like this, hehe hope you like it~

[teddybeartoji]

my favourite professional yapper<333333333333

THANK YOU @zerosiesblog FOR THIS LOVELY LOVELY PIECE I WILL CHERISH IT FOREVER AND EVER I REALLY WANNA PRINT IT OUT AND PUT IT IN MY WALLET HE NEEDS TO BE WITH ME AT ALL TIMES!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU SOOOSO VERY MUCH<3333333333

[pikafaawork]

[a-celluloid-jam]

kaz miller, fallen soldier in the idgaf war

and the sketch by itself because i think the lines r cute on this one :3

[crystallizsch]

JAMIL ‼️‼️‼️‼️🫵🫵🫵

that’s such a lame way of trying to tease why would you withhold a gift that you (carefully) thought out for someone’s bday

i just get one less gift, he’s the one losing here.

ily jamil viper you’re so lame (affectionate)

i can’t do this anymore whys he so adorable 😭💕

anyways GUESS WHO VISITED ME HJJDBBDB

AZUL YOU WEREN’T INVITED TO MY BDAY PARTY /hj

[wundrousarts]

I wonder what sort of role the members of 919 will be fulfilling in later books. Currently I'm thinking of Mahir, and how his linguist abilities might help with the mystery in Silverborn- maybe he might use his abilities to translate a message of some sort? I don't even know, I'm just excited to see more of the other members.

There is an interview or Q&A SOMEWHERE where Jess talks about how each book sort of focuses on or highlights a different 919 member. I feel like Wundersmith was Lam and Hollowpox was Anah.

I want to say that Silverborn will focus on Hawthorne since we know it’s going to explore the dragonriding world more, but I have two concerns:

1. The “HAWTHORNE??!?” redacted message makes me think something is going to happen to him, and some of the Neverfour emojis are giving hospital and “get well soon” vibes so he might be injured and I don’t know how much he’ll be around. He’s still going to feature somewhat we know though, because Jess mentioned how he was the funniest character to write for the book. His personal knowledgeof the dragonriding world might also be helpful if the “murder mystery” happens at a dragonriding tournament, which I think it will.

2. In the same vein, we know that Mog and Cadence “spend quite a lot of time together in this one out of necessity of the things that are happening in the book”. I am thinking that this means that they will be detectives together, investigating the mystery (mysteries!). If Hawthorne is out for the count, it makes sense that Mog would turn to Cadence for help.

So I don’t know who Silverborn will focus on and I am ready to be surprised. Same for all of the future books!

One idea for Mahir specifically could be related to that part in Hollowpox where Squall hijacks Mog’s powers and she finds it weird to “listen to her own voice speaking in tones and languages she’d never heard before”. IDK what that’s all about but as Mog continues her Wundersmith journey I think that is totally something Mahir can help her out with!

[lichenbug]

cutie patootie oc request from @wafflenati0n !! thankie thankie thanks !!

[youregonnabeokay-kid]

seeing everybody obsess over Dead Boy Detectives as someone who read the comics and had a hyper-fixation on it for a while is so funny because suddenly there’s a huge fandom and they’re all discussing the things i was DYING to discuss with someone two years ago

[eskawrites]

What are some of your favorite headcanons on ronance?

i was so excited when i saw this in my inbox, and then i immediately went 'this is so general oh no' lmao, but i'll do my best anon!

-idk why but the first thing that came to mind was sports nancy. specifically volleyball nancy, she has control issues and she would absolutely be a setter. robin would be a hitter or at the very least a very gay fan sitting in the bleachers

-i'm 1000% here for the 'we had to take a gap year after we saved the world because we're traumatized' storylines and tbh i think spending a year together in hawkins just kinda working and doing a lot of nothing would be so good for both of them. nancy spends more time at family video than all the kids combined

-she and robin go out driving once in a while just to get out of town. it's not really a date but also it feels more like a date than anything they ever do in hawkins together

-nancy sneaking into robin's window because 1) she hates being in her room at night after seeing what it looked like in the upside down and 2) she just loves a little good ol' fashioned b&e. she always climbs in with this devious look in her eyes and robin falls for her a little more every time

-it's not really a headcanon but i do think A Lot about the fact that nancy got her makarov from a dead soldier's body, and tbh that doesn't come up in fics nearly as much as i want it to. like that is a horrific fact in and of itself and she just grabs that pistol without even thinking about it, what a badass, what a traumatized lil bean (and imagine what robin would think, seeing that for the first time, knowing exactly where that gun came from, having been on the wrong end of it herself)

-robin is someone who bummed around town a lot as a kid, she was never inside in the summers, and so i think she'd know a lot of weird little nooks and crannies around town. she once made a fort near the junkyard with like old tires and scrap metal and stuff. she hasn't been there for years but she and nancy are out walking one day and she ends up taking here there. nancy thinks it's cute, and also may or may not get a little bit sad thinking about how she and barb and robin all would have been really good friends

-i can't remember if there's anything in the show about like a record store in hawkins or something but in my mind there is absolutely a hole-in-the-wall record store and robin absolutely knows the owner because she's put in special orders for language tapes or weird niche operas and stuff. and so when robin shows up one day in 1986 to buy more mainstream stuff she used to scoff at, the owner definitely goes hm, okay, who's she crushing on? the answer becomes obvious the first time she walks in with nancy

-nancy thinks she's a dog person through and through, and she's a little nervous when she moves in with robin who has a very old and very anxious cat. it takes roughly 3 days for the cat to decide that nancy is his favorite person in the world, though, and she becomes an official cat lady from that moment on

[couch-house]

Eggman turned with a flourish.  “Ah, that is why I’ve gathered you here.  Metal?” He called over to where Metal hid waiting in the shadows.  A good unveiling was always dramatic.  “Why don’t you come on out?”

Read on ao3

Wrote a little realization/coming out tgirl Metal story :) Sage is a big part of it also. I posted it before going on vacation but now I finally have time to draw somefin for it :)

[nekrosmos]

Ragablaga I'ma be that guy (maybe)

Char ask game cause I'm in a mood and dirty bastard man Graves

1.2.3.4.12.20.25

No pressure 🙏

LET'S GOOOOO oh I am so happy you sent so many questions for Graves !!! He's my wife <3

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I like how much of a high energy yapper he is. I think he's just a REALLY fun character overall, great voice acting, great character arc, funny banters and idk I'm just obsessed with him. I don't really dislike anything about him, he's an asshole and I like that for him :3c

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I love a morally ambiguous asshole and he sure is one <3 His betrayal makes him so interesting to me. There's a nice little theme of him betraying the 141 while in the end staying truly loyal to Shepherd, while he himself inspires loyalty to his Shadows.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I love his rivalry with Soap and Ghost post betrayal but that fucker was getting along so well with them, especially Soap. Could have had a great bromance Phil.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Just a general fantasy AU with him is really fun. Him being a warrior at the head of a group of mercenaries, idk, I like the vibe, and I like to think about it when I ship him with my OC.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I hc that he came from a wealthy but very religious family who did not like how flamboyant he was growing up. He pretty much left home as soon as he possibly could and joined the army right away so he could get away and prove to them and himself that he was stronger than they thought. He got popular with his fellow soldiers quickly because of his humor and cheery attitude (and huh, other reasons :3c). When both of his parents died, he inherited the family fortune and that's what he used to create Shadow Company.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Soap alas

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Hated his gut LMAOOOO. Hated his betrayal, hated his attitude, everything. Then I started playing a lot of warzone, specifically plunder, and getting him as the announcer and seeing the cutscene with him over and over again, I started commenting on how fruity he was and how he has a nice ass and stuff and my friend was the unwilling witness of me turning from "hate his guts" to "kind of like him" to "fully fucking obsessed." Then I replayed the game and I was fully sold.

Now he's probably my favorite character in the CoD games, I'm fully invested in my ship between him and my OC and I'm just having a silly little time <3

Have a little screenshot I took and edited

Send me a Character + questions from this ask game

[skyloftian-nutcase]

The idea of your Shadow Link needing hugs consumed my brain. So... here.

There was someone clinging to Naydra as she emerged from the Snowfield Chasm. Link didn't think many others could see the dragons, much less have the nerve to ride them. And Naydra's aura of frost never made that easy. And the frost-bitten-whoever-they-were was slipping. Link angled himself towards the falling form, calling first in a sharp whistle to try to get the tumbling form to steady themselves, then calling out to Tulin's Sage ability to push him into the other person.

“Hold on to me!” He called.They tried, but with the frozen air still whipping around them, the second Link deployed his paraglider, they slipped, and began falling once more. No no no no no he chanted, throwing himself into a dive once more. They weren't that far off the ground. He had a fairy, it wasn't the worst fall he'd had even in the last week, so he put himself between this dragon-rider and the ground and braced himself for impact.

It hurt, but no fairy fluttered out of his pouch so after giving himself and the other person a second to breathe, he started to move towards sitting up. The person in his arms was shivering violently, Link could feel them wincing in a way that said the cold was killing them like taking a plunge into the icy waters still would for him.

“I've never seen anyone else ride a dragon. Who--?”

They were dressed in some robe-thing that looked like a piece from the gloom set the bargainer statues gave. Gray-tinted skin, white hair... and red eyes pried open to look at him. It was that shade of a hero that the Demon King summoned. It reminded him uncomfortably of the Puppet the Yiga had been using to imitate Zelda. Link gasped despite himself.

“You're Raru's knight...” The Shade Hero murmured, trying to move away from Link and only falling to his knees instead.

“Zelda’s knight first.” He corrected. The Shade was thin, too thin, like a step away from being corpse-thin like the redeads. His forehead was bleeding sluggishly. The cold would kill him if whatever had been done to him didn't. He didn't have spare cold gear but he did still have a couple items from his trip up to the Stormwind Ark. “Here.” He pulled the simple mushroom, meat, and peppers skewer from his supplies. “Can you eat this? It'll stave off the cold for a few minutes. Long enough to get to a cave anyway...” The Shade looked at him skeptically but took the skewer and tentatively took a bite, then hurriedly scarfed the whole thing. He had even more questions now, concerning ones to think about. When was the last time the Shade ate? Did he need to? Something in the Shade's posture had his knight’s oath to protect screaming at him to act. He looked so...beaten down.

“Come on.” He gestured towards the exit from the snowfield. “There's a cave at the end of the promenade. You won't freeze there and I can start a fire and...” and maybe cook something else because you're clearly hurt and/or starving.

And so Link led the Demon King's Shade of the Hero down to the cave at the end of the Lanayru promenade. Once outside the wind and safe within the regulated temperature of the cave, he started a fire, then parked the Shade in front of it before setting up a portable cook pot and pulling every blanket and spare warm item he could find in his pouch to wrap his companion in. Hot chocolate. This kid (he looked very young huddled there by the fire) needed hot chocolate.

“So, am I going to get stabbed the second I turn around?” He asked, trying to sound casual. Yiga played sympathetic on occasion for as long as several minutes, and the shock and cold still seemed to have kept Shade stunned.

“N-no. I'm not... I don't want to fight you. Please. I don't want Him to bring me back again. Don't kill me.” That was a whole lot to unpack, but it didn't take a ton of wisdom to see Shade meant it. He was terrified.

“Whoa, easy, Buddy.” Link tried to soothe, finishing with the pot and dumping two bottles of milk and a whole bunch of chocolate into the bowl. “I'm not going to do anything...” He rambled while the hot chocolate warmed, rambled about Cotla’s grotto below Kakariko, about shield surfing down the mountain chasing a beam of light, about the Stable Trotters and the Dondons down in Faron, about the thousand random tasks he'd found time to do while gathering his courage to plunge into the Depths again. Eventually, it seemed to soothe Shade. He put a mug of the warm milky-chocolate in the boy's hands and sat beside him. Shade curled into his side so much like Zelda had right after defeating the Calamity, desperate for Hylian contact. He didn't like what he could conjecture about Shade's story, and the evidence in the thin form in his arms wasn't any more comforting. He began dreaming up more ways to murder that Demon King. Pushing him off the top of the Stormwind Ark and letting him splat into the tundra was no longer enough. He needed something more painful...

JFIEOWAJFOKSAJFIEOW WAAAAAAAH AJ

I want you to know that when I first saw this I was in bed trying to convince myself to get up and this was such a comfort and amazing thing to find and read. And tonight at work I found it again and got all excited and happy and it helped me settle a bit, tonight’s been an interesting ride lol

POOR LITTLE SHADOW he was so scared when Wild asked about if he was gonna attack T-T AAHHHHH I LOVE THIS AJ

Have I mentioned that I adore this BECAUSE I ADORE THIS <3 <3 <3 <3

AH I’m going to read and reread this <3 Thank you so much for sharing <3 <3 <3 <3

[fishedeyelenz]

The inherent honesty in violence

[zukkaoru]

chuuran + sky and/or kunidazai + gold <3

chuuran + sky

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” Chuuya taunts. “Surely the world’s greatest detective knows better than to doubt my skills.”

“I’m not scared!” Ranpo bites back, his voice pitched slightly too high. “And I don’t doubt your ability; I doubt your desire to keep me alive.”

Chuuya laughs. They hold out a hand, glowing red. “Guess you’ll just have to trust me, then.” He has no reason to do so, really. Chuuya has been mostly hostile towards him since they got out of Poe’s novel. But they know better than to coax him in the sky only to drop him thirty stories.

Something unreadable flickers across Ranpo’s face, and then he places his hand in Chuuya’s. “Fine,” he grins. “Show me the stars, Mr. Fancy Hat.”

-

kunidazai + gold

Kunikida’s hair glints golden in the evening light, and Dazai’s breath catches in his throat. Kunikida isn’t doing anything out of the ordinary; he’s just bent over his desk, absorbed in his work, while Dazai messes around at his own desk and pointedly does not do any of the work he’s supposed to be doing. But he’s never really stopped to just look at Kunikida before.

He’s never observed the way the setting sun paints him golden.

His mouth goes oddly dry, and his chair slams forward from where he’d been leaning back on it.

Kunikida starts at the noise before looking up to locate the source of it. His eyes narrow when they meet Dazai’s, but then his annoyance smooths out into concern. “Are you alright?”

A beat passes. Dazai thinks: Why wouldn’t I be? And then he remembers his face is doing something weird, so he shifts his expression back to his ever-present smile and directs his gaze just to the left of Kunikida’s head before pulling out a response that is probably a lie.