#this doesnt have to be canon

[allgremlinart]

little peanutisms

[niftukkun]

welsknight fanon v canon : aka the funniest contrast ive ever seen from fanon v canon.

heres the textless version and some thoughts

the contrast between canon and fanon with welsknight is so funny to me. every single fanon piece (usually writing but sometimes art) i see of him hes so knightly and goody two shoes and like. posh?? and then i watch his videos and he puts a bridge on hypnos front lawn without asking for permission. he made a secret tunnel between him and hypnos storage rooms for shits and giggles. hes doing an old man impression of kids these days with their gadgets and he brings up papyrus paper of all things. he gives off such mischevious little man vibes and he is at best a knight wannabe but realistically seems to be just be in it for the aesthetics and fandom takes it all way too seriously. its hilarious and i genuinely cant take any fanon depiction of him being all knightly and pretentious without thinking of the fact that he spent so much on mangrove to line the secret tunnel between him and hypnos storage rooms which he built without telling hypno. peak smug cat meme vibes

anyway uhhh tldr welsknight is not a knight that armour is made of foam and its hilarious how seriously the fandom takes him. send post

[mels-trashblog]

What the actual fuck do you mean that Agatha initiated the kiss??? She was so desperate that she even went in for another try???

This will live rent free in my mind for the rest of my days.

[spookberry]

Toradeen at Monsterfest (based off)

[panrao]

Spoilers, it's dysphoria

[nitw]

i'm so used to popularized fanon jon sims designs that when i see someone draw him like a generic white guy i have to do a double take. who is this. where is my beautiful archivist

[chiquilines]

In honour of mha ending, have some old (and i mean OLD) miryumi scribbles i never got around to posting. They were the main characters in my heart

[bowl-of-fruit-loops]

god, bodhi rook really is what star wars is all about contained in a single character. it’s about hope. it’s about doing what’s right even when it isn’t easy, even when it’s the hardest and scariest thing you’ve ever done. it’s about how it’s never too late to be a better version of yourself and that sometimes all you need is someone to believe you can be good.

[eye-merely-jest]

hrrghgghbmnnmm x-men evolution nightcrawler….

i actually didn't care for him when i first started watching evo 'cause i thought him annoying as shit but now that is PRECISELY why i'm obsessed with him. Weird Kid™ kurt is just such an endearing concept and it's like he's just like me and I FUCKING LOVE THIS GUY SO MUCH

[justaz]

arthur born of magic who lives where magic is outlawed and merlin who is magic and is forced to keep it bottled up recognizing each other without seeing the other. arthur who always feels a vague sense of numbness except when he’s around merlin bc the magic that is threaded through his very being wakes and buzzes in emrys’s presence, recognizing its kin. merlin who is constantly restless beneath his skin, his magic buzzing to be set free, finally feeling at peace with arthur, his magic warming and stilling beneath his skin. arthur feeling deprived of air or food or water when merlin leaves bc the life that flared inside him fades when merlin leaves. merlin feeling restless when he’s not with arthur bc his magic which has previously been content to reside within him is now lashing out, desperate for either constant release or arthur’s presence. arthur taking his aggravation out of his knights during training when suddenly he feels alive again and his frustration wanes and then merlin calls out across the field. merlin putting the restless energy toward scrubbing the floors until the itching beneath his skin suddenly fades and then the door to the chambers burst open and arthur waltzes in.

[neverletbrocookagain]

[leoleolovesdc]

The fact that Batman insists on calling his villains by their names makes me feel so many things.

He insists on these people’s humanity even after everything they’ve done.

That’s not Poison Ivy, that’s Pamela.

That’s not Harley Quinn, that’s Harleen.

That’s not Scarecrow, that’s Doctor Crane.

That’s not Killer Croc, that’s Waylon.

That’s not Riddler, that’s Ed.

They’re not a “rogues gallery”, they are people.

[98chao]

today im offering these week old sketches. tomorrow? Who knows

[hinamie]

summer is coming so i'm giving them the beach day they deserve

[s0fter-sin]

kneeling is a broad term for what ghost does with price

surrendering is slightly more accurate but even that doesn’t hope to touch the sheer desperation in the way he clutches at him; his body bowed low at his feet, his legs latched around one of his, hugging it so tightly to his chest his arms shake as he digs his face into his thigh

it’s only here that he can finally give in to the screaming; to the distant voice he strangles into silence every day of his life. the one who begs him to make himself as small as possible; do everything he can to hide from the ever encroaching demons growling and salivating at his heels

it’s only here, in the dark of price’s barracks, hidden by a bed at his back and a wall to his front, that he finally lets himself stop running; only between solid combat boots and worn fatigues does he let himself tremble and admit to the choking fear

he’d break open price’s chest if he could; crawl past his gushing viscera and curl up under his ribs, hidden in the warm dark

ghost clawed his way out of the grave with broken nails and gritted teeth but he wouldn’t mind being buried again if it meant being cradled in the safety of price’s insides. his warm blood and soft lungs would blanket him, mask the stench of his rotten flesh until he could even convince himself that, maybe, he too was still alive

he shifts, unnerved by his own longing, and price runs his hand over the crown of his mask the same way he’d card it through his hair until he settles once more

he grounds him over the long hours it takes for his white-knuckled grip to relax into a loose hold; for his face to stop grinding into the meat of his thigh and simply rest in his lap, his bracketing legs the only thing holding his lax body up as he floats, untethered by fear

[that1notetaker]

Nt4Waltzes Masterpost : For context this is an au where Narinder never got imprisoned. Instead he became real stagnant in efforts to avoid the prophecy that would bring down the old faith, imprison him for 1k, and kill them all. Leshy still loses an eye and The Lamb becomes involved anyway. This scene happens before arriving at the festival and meeting the lamb + the family reaction to that. Leshy: He said he was gonna come over Heket: Did he really Leshy: Narinder: *actually goes. immediately regrets it and turns tail* The lamb: Narinder: ...five minutes. Five minutes and then I'm done.