#the blackwell family

[smulie]

Stevie Blackwell • intense Born 21.9 pounds and 7.7 inches

[fisksaturday]

THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW EVER MADE!!! FUUUCK!!!!!

[gollageek]

Zak Saturday: Uncle Doyle, are you actually dating Rex's brother?!?!?

Doyle Blackwell: Yeah, apparently my type is morally gray nut job with jet black hair.

Doyle: Also, I've got a thing for accents and he pays for my food.

Zak:

Doyle: Don't look at me like that. Free food is free food!

Meanwhile

Rex Salazar: Sezar are you dating Zak's uncle?

Sezar Salazar: *looks up, smirks, winks, makes a growling sound, and goes back to work*

Rex:

[lazlolullaby]

Zak but when people ask why he can control Cryptids like Kur does he says:

"Kur gave me those superpowers."

"what."

"Yeah so. When your family dedicates their lives to understanding and protecting Cryptids, the whole Evil God of them tends to take notice. Apparently it thinks we're combination priests and emissaries and deserved a power boost."

"huh."

"My Mom can survive in extreme conditions for way longer than she's supposed to. My Dad can instantly figure out the mechanics and exact biology of a cryptid by looking at it. He says it's just years of experience but I don't know who he's trying to fool. My Uncle can befriend any cryptid in like, two seconds."

"no kidding."

[tortillaspecter]

"Drew is hot! Drew is hot!" Yes, but Drew is also a mom that enjoys comfy clothes and changing her hair every other month.... Probably

[jpriest85-blog]

Finally finished my fanart for @barbwritesstuff Thicker Than if, featuring my reluctant vampire lady of the court Dr. Roxane Blackwell.

Got the graffiti announcing her to the court, and the new insignia for Lady Blackwell, a stylized plauge doctor mask on top of a medical caduceus. In the center we have Roxane sitting in a big fancy chair wearing a red sequin dress with poppy flowers, and one of those bleeding pearl necklace. On the right is Tracy in her nun habit, Roxane's guide, advisor, queen maker, and eventual friend. On the left side is Iliya smirking wearing a deep v-neckline, Roxane's feared enforcer, body guard, potental lover on some saves but also someone who was willing to betray his original empolyer for her.

It's funny that before her death Roxane considerd her family pretty small. After losing her husband, and even her parents death it was just her and her son Percy for awhile. Afterwards though Roxane finds she doesn't have much in common with the other vampires in court, partly because of her distasted by how things operate, and also because unlike other vampires, Roxane still vaules her friendship and allies, to the point where she even considers them family. Espically Tracy, Marcel, and Iliya after they proved willing to follow her into the dungeons. Not really something u think to associate with vampires. Werewolves maybe since they live and bond as a pack. and my Blood Moon MC Hala, is well known to adopt strays when she became Alpha.

[dreamings-free]

3/8/23

[eiri3m-blackw3lls]

En estos días, todo se va acumulando en mi corazón, el desinterés, el desamor, el olvido y el desapego...

— mientras más lejos de todo, mejor.

[spinnysocks]

TRICK OR TREAT !!!!!!!!

YIPPEE!!! have a wolfquest oc thing :]

Blackwell closed her eyes, contently wrapped around her five little pups. She could feel her mate's fur against hers where their backs touched, the soft rise and fall of his body comforting. Sleep was quick after a long day of reinforcing territory.

In her deepest dreams, Blackwell saw the stars shimmer before her. They were so close, as if they had come down from the sky to greet her, yet so far away. The space around her was painted the darkest of nights; nothing was distinguishable but the stars, until shapes began to appear around them. First, a wolf just like her. And another. Pups appeared. Many of them. Then, as if the moon had cast its light over some shady moor, dozens of shapes were in front of her. Bison, mule deer, moose, pronghorn and, of course, elk. Young, elders and those in the prime of their life. Eagles soared — golden and bald. Figures of coyotes howled into the night. Foxes trotted. Cougars crept. Bears stood on their hind legs. Cubs stayed close behind their mothers. Hares scattered, looking like the stars themselves with their pure-white winter coats. Beavers carried their branch loads between their teeth. Every creature of the land was laid before the black wolf's very eyes. She stared at the first wolf and herself stared back. This different her had stars in her eyes, a youthful look long forgotten by Blackwell's current self. In that moment, she could feel her age; her legs were bony, her muzzle was grey and her vision was beginning to dim. The stars were telling her — your time is up.

Blackwell did not expect to wake up. One of her pups licked her muzzle and she opened her eyes. The pup was prancing in place, whining and begging for food — but the adult wolf had no more to regurgitate for her. Even if her world was going dark, she had a family to look after that couldn't go on without her. Blackwell glanced at her mate. Sentry was up and playing with his pups, playbowing as an invitation to chase and running from them. When they begged him for food, he had no more in his reserves either. Blackwell stood. Her time wasn't up just yet.

Hunting an elk and chasing away a bear had gone faster than she expected. Albeit, they woke up in the night and it was almost dawn now, but the old wolf couldn't feel the time passing anymore. Newly-named Dahlia looked at her mother and Blackwell looked back before grinning at her little pup. It was time to say goodbye. She licked Dahlia's face submissively and cuddled her larger body up next to her, the pup whining in delight. Blackwell did the same for Almond, Jupiter, Sentinel and Glacier. They all wagged their tails at her, innocently unaware of how their lives were going to change. Blackwell chose not to worry as she approached her mate, wagging her tail low. Sentry immediately picked up on her lack of confidence and licked her face, nuzzling against her. They stayed that way for a few moments before Blackwell pulled away; her mate didn't understand either, he was too young to see wolves go from old age. She gave him a final lick before trotting away from her den, her family, her life. Sentry watched her retreating form, blinded by the rising sun — he must've known she'd be okay alone.

The black wolf followed the sunrise until it led her to a field, filled to the brim with spring's colourful flowers. Blackwell found herself sinking easily into the soft grass as she laid down. Instantly, her life came before her in her mind. She remembered Ranger, her first mate, and she remembered their first litter of pups. Grief pooled into her heart again as she thought about how many of them were in the stars before her — none were gone from illness or disease, rather brutally lost their precious lives in a battle or a hunt while raising their own litters. Mouse and Stag weren't even granted pups of their own. The only one to survive to four years was Everest, but even she had so many troubles that she couldn't bare to have more pups than her first litter. At least she was still alive with her mate, somewhere out there. At least her pups weren't left with only one parent. Blackwell prayed that her grandpups were safe, that maybe she'd greet them with wagging tails and licking muzzles if they had already travelled to the stars. She pushed past the thoughts of her first litter — she couldn't grieve over them and them only when she had five more. Many of her later pups didn't even make it to summer. And yet, the seasons kept moving every time she lost. She kept surviving, even when Ranger did not wake up from his sleep. She kept moving, even when grief swallowed any affection she could have for her new mate whole. She kept living, till she learned to love what she had here and now. A sixth litter — something most wolves could only dream of. A blessing. A piece of joy, just like when her litter before that accepted Sentry as their new father. When she could finally open up her heart again and allow the love of her family to flow in. That was life to her.

The sun rose higher but her vision grew darker. Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed. She closed her eyes and she was not afraid. She was peaceful, happy and glad to live such a life.

i just. wrote all of this in one sitting o7

[kaitlinj16]

The Codys | Seven Deadly Sins

🖤🖤🖤

[pythosblathers]

What can you tell about Rowan, Eliza's brother? Is he exclusive to the warhammer au?

Nope, he's been around almost as long as she has, but I've never been quite satisfied with his face so didn't draw him as much. I think.

Here he is for Blades in the Dark a few years ago. And something stupid from a slasher AU a while back. Not my earliest art but the earliest I still like enough to share, oops. He's had a name change since then, though I think it's an in character one.

Uhhh Rowan is kinda Liz's polar opposite. Typical bored as shit rich brat, though got some good influences in his life a lot earlier than Liz and developed a conscience sooner. He likes numbers, does accounting for fun, and is pretty good at it.

The rest of the family basically ignores him, so he's been busy siphoning money into secret accounts and making escape plans for at least a decade. Not out of fear of thre family, but because they're terrible to be associated with and he wants to have a life.

He grew up with Liz as her younger sibling (only recently learning she's a clone), and aside from the usual sibling squabbles they actually got along well. Rowan has been her only real ally for a while and quietly helped her escape.

Rowan's goal in life is to run away and become a mysterious romantic gentleman in a quaint seaside town with a dark secret or something.

[smulie]

babymoon, arcade date

[calpalsworld]

A family 😄

[ruleof3bobby]

MARRIAGE STORY (2019) Grade: B

Very realistic, the scenes, dialogue, the ending, had a great pace and was even really funny at moments. Might be the best I seen #AdamDriver in a film.

[knifesxedge]

so i can find this again. finally bit the bullet and changed my kjs city names to differentiate them from my ocs so:

party — ash london coleman (ooo lady fagita)

kobra — james “jamie” eric coleman

jet — danielle “dani” camila reyes-yoon

ghoul — edward “eddie” maxwell mochizuki ii

[sagewhite]

Nathan's dorm room is very uncomfortable and telling about his character. He's so traumatized and wound up from constantly being verbally and maybe even physically abused. His Dad lords his love over his children. He makes it an ever unattainable goal that they need to forever strive for. His art, his whale noises, the thick blanket of darkness over his room. He's just a terrified child lashing out at the world uncontrollably. His need for control is groomed by Jefferson. His need for a Father is taken advantage of by Jefferson. For once he does something right. He is helpful. He is needed for the sick desire of others. He is the abusers lure into the dark room, given chances to wield power over a helpless victim. Everything about it feels cold and methodical. It's spotless and devoid of much positive imagery. His abuse is so normal to him that even in his safe space he needs to recreate those feelings of cold isolation. The drugs don't help either. Further numbing and distancing your body and mind creates a sinking heaviness. That heaviness drags you down into the darkness inside of yourself. You're just falling, falling, falling and somehow suspended in time. Everything stops and can't touch you. Drugs are so liberating in that way.