#this isn't my strong suit

[barblaz-arts]

Picked out my favorite looks from my sketches and now they're going on a date

[xxfaylinnxx]

The evolution of Hat Kid

A while ago I did this fun challenge on Twitter and look how far we've gotten!

[skelettflickan]

Temeraire and his pet human captain.

HUGE shoutout to everyone who helped me figuring out the dragon sizes!!

[beeftendergroin]

inspired by that depressed red jester painting but make it cloud strife with his 6'7" psychological baggage

[passiberri]

Norra Cottage, Henford-on-Bagley, Kitchen

inspo

[dagwmeno]

I was feeling a little experimental today

The sisters went for a coffee outing or something :]

[warning-heckboop]

“What–?” Peri inhales sharply as he straightens up, turning his back on the couch and opting to face his mother instead. “What are you doing?! Why would you bring him here, of all places?! Are you–?!” Peri falls silent, his gaze now locked on his mother’s hands. He quickly grasps them in his own and turns them over, and his eyes widen at the rainbow-colored fluid covering her palms. “...are you bleeding…?!” He asks, incredulously. “What the hell did that kid do? He hurt you, and you still brought him back here…?! Why on earth would you–?!” “It’s not her blood,” Hazel interrupts. “It’s Dev’s.”

As promised, the fic for my recent fop Gifted AU! I hope you enjoy! Let me know you thoughts <3

[the-whispers-of-death]

had an idea for price x protective!reader

maybe they had a mission, a really, really risky one, everyone knew they could fucking die there and of course reader made sure to be by john's side all the time

maybe someone (some random soldier i don't want my boys dying) gets shot and reader ignores them because john also got shot ? maybe reader just makes a ridiculously risky move who ends up getting someone hurt to save john? either way, whatever you decide to write, someone gets hurt

what if... angst with everyone at the 141 (including john) being so fucking pissed at reader for that? they almost (or actually) lost a soldier and reader actually doesn't give a fuck because john is alright??? what kind of mentality is that? (the right one)

Alright, but know that you asked for angst. And I will write it with my full chest.

CW: Everyone thinks Reader is not mentally well. There's a mention of mental hospitals, but you're not put in one.

You and the 141 all came back from a brutal mission where half of the soldiers died, including one that you had pushed out of the way so you could tackle John before a bullet could hit him. John was safe, but that soldier?

That soldier ended up taking the bullet meant for John and bleeding out to death.

And while the others had more or less accepted your protectiveness over John, they were pissed that you disregarded the other soldier in favor of John. You were confused, because you usually disregarded your other soldiers in favor of saving John, but they swore this time was different.

Probably because Laswell had been overseeing this mission and she was deeply alarmed by your mentality, the way you didn't seem remorseful simply because John was okay. And you weren't remorseful, John was safe.

So Laswell ripped into you, yelling. You could take it, except even John himself was pissed.

Your eyes had watered when he started yelling, tearing up despite yourself. You were someone who laughed in the face of danger, but you couldn't handle John yelling at you.

He was your husband, your entire world. He was everything, even the air you breathed. He was your god.

It was so overwhelming that you shouted that you didn't care if any of them died if it meant that John was alive. It didn't matter if you died, all that mattered was John was alive.

Laswell was shocked, to say the least, so she ordered you to get a psych eval. She was convinced there was something wrong with you, with your belief that John was above everything else. She just didn't understand.

But then so didn't the shrink you got sent to. They didn't understand your protectiveness over John, didn't understand that John mattered more than life itself. They were deeply concerned for you, but they couldn't force you into a mental hospital.

So they did the next thing, which was to medically discharge you, saying you were unfit to keep serving. You had basically a walk of shame when you packed all of your stuff, feeling everyone's eyes on you.

You left the base and went home to the house where you and John lived whenever you weren't on deployments. A house you hoped John would come back to when his deployment was over. You could handle losing your job, be painted as crazy.

But you couldn't handle losing John and you wouldn't. Not if you had anything to do about it.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[titaniumions]

i think it's probably somewhat clear that i see isolde and kakania as lesbians (seems to be a common hc anyway) but i think i want to explore how that'd fit into their respective characterizations, not necessarily only from a shipping standpoint. note that this does get into headcanon territory, still i try to keep it as in-character as i can

i think kakania would actually be pretty open about it. in the 1910s?? i mean sure, she's already a controversy as she is ... an arcanist, an uncertified psychiatrist with unconventional methods, an outspoken member of society who stirs up public opinion. might as well give herself one more reason to be a subject of controversy. those who are set on hating her probably have no intention of changing that, so hey, might as well authentically be herself in every possible way including this. among those who have a more positive opinion about her, i do think this would make her somewhat of an icon. she draws other members of the community toward her. she lets them know that she is there for them and will fight for them. that they can turn to her and she will not scrutinize them for it. she'd tell them, no, there is nothing wrong with being this way. it isn't something you need to be "cured" from

in line with this, i think it would make sense for the "circle" to be a queer safe space. in fact, i like to think theophil himself could've been bi and thus would've accepted his sister's sexuality. but due to her own inhibitions (which i will touch upon later) i don't think isolde would ever have told him.

meanwhile for isolde ... i think it's more complicated. having a sexuality outside of the norm would be a deviation from the socially acceptable definition of the "perfect noble" she tries to be. so even if she were to ever consider it, she would simply end up pushing those thoughts away. no, not a chance. this shouldn't bother her at all. she's supposed to be perfect, yet she already has enough problems in her life as a member of the dittarsdorf family. considering the possibility of herself being anything but straight would lead to more problems, wouldn't it? and that's the last thing she needs. nonetheless she's ... never been attracted to a man either. but she tries not to think too much of it. maybe she just needs to wait it out. or so she tells herself

now to piece it all together ... i do really like the idea of kakania being her ... awakening. in fact i think it would make a lot of sense for her story, what with kakania being the metaphorical key to the doors that have always surrounded and confined isolde ... so hear me out. when isolde started associating with her and the circle she realized that it felt far less suffocating than ... pretty much any other aspect of her life. it's like a breath of fresh air. kakania in particular would fascinate isolde, in a way that makes isolde question things about herself. perhaps she even comes close to having a realization. but again, isolde remembers who she needs to be, and stops herself short.

eventually though, she would learn what kind of person kakania is, and what she believes in and fights for. this only deepens isolde's admiration further and she finally comes to a point of acceptance about her feelings. alright. i can accept this realization now. she no longer pushes it to the back of her mind. there's still a bit of repression and shame left in there but meeting someone who has not only awakened her, but also wouldn't judge her for it, has changed something within her entirely. the feelings overflow and she can deny it no longer. but again, at the end of the day she still needs to be perfect and socially acceptable. she can't just ... exist as freely as kakania does. but it's alright, isolde has feigned compliance for so long regardless of however difficult it might be. putting up with expectations has been a regular part of her life. so there it is, something authentic about this actor that she can't show to anyone else because it doesn't fit the part that she's supposed to play. kakania is allowed to know though, of course she is. it can just be their little secret. and one way or another, she'll figure out how isolde feels toward her. surely kakania would be quite honored to be on the receiving end of the affection of such a wonderful lady. as long as this affection doesn't eventually turn into a catalyst for destruction, right ...

[tblsomedoodles]

Phone based customer service is fking hell

I don't have time to put together the entire (very late) speedpaint before work so here's another vent doodle instead. (i'll probably post it later tonight.)

Is this a little ooc? maybe. but people yelling at you over the phone hits different than people yelling irl. especially if they won't let you get a word in edgewise. and a newly tech support Donnie (either 07 iteration or Adopted Donnie Don) would find that out very quickly.

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 11

PREVIOUS

FF could admit that he may not be working with a full tank at the moment.

He had not slept very well the night before.

He had watched a lot of horror movies (a genre that he generally does not consume because his mind is already a scary enough place).

He was not able to go see his Grandma and he was going to miss the traditional(tm) Black Friday extravaganza that he and his Grandma did every Black Friday since he was little and encountered the horrible truth about Santa and she’d let him in on when / where most of his Christmas gifts were obtained. (The answer was not the North Pole under the watchful eye of elves. He had cried himself to sleep at the revelation but Gran always had a way of making the worst moments of his life tolerable.)

He may have eaten just…a bit too much pie?

He definitely ate too much turkey.

His stomach is killing him because he had forgotten to take his pepto when he had slammed that five hour energy.

His heart may actually break out of his rib cage with how hard it’s beating in his chest.

He’s been listening to Andrew and Captain Neil go back and forth for the last hour and a half between discussing Aaron’s recent mess ups, to what they’ll do to one another with a locked door between them and the world, to Andrew complaining that Neil’s hand is sweaty, to Neil saying Yes and Andrew’s hand is no longer in Neil’s and-

He clenches his eyes close.

And Andrew has swerved back into the lane for the third time in the last five minutes while saying something unrepeatable about his plans for Captain Neil and the whipped cream.

FF does not handle swerving cars very well.

He hears Andrew say something that sounds like it could lead to a very uncomfortable yeast infection for Captain Neil didn’t properly rinse off afterwards.

The car swerves over the rumble strip.

A fear far stronger than his fear of what Andrew could do to him overtakes him.

“I don’t like swerving cars. So, I’m going to ask that you focus on the road and keep your hands on the steering wheel.” FF says so panicked that he sounds calm and he watches as both Neil and Andrew stiffen at the sound of his voice. “If you can’t, then I’m going to ask that you pull over and let me out.” He offers a second option and a part of him is just amazed that his voice doesn’t crack even once. “I’m fine with either option.” He says.

He says both are fine but…

Honestly he hopes Andrew chooses the first option as he looks at the dark and lonely highway.

He looks back up at the front seat and both Neil and Andrew are looking straight forward. Andrew’s hands are on the steering wheel.

“Thanks.” He says and returns his attention to back over Aaron’s head.

The rest of the ride to Columbia is blessedly quiet. Aaron and Nicky wake up when they get off of the interstate and Nicky has the good grace to try and wipe the drool out of FF’s hair while Aaron seems unbothered by the wet spot he left of FF’s shoulder.

They get out of the car and they each grab their own bag in exhausted silence. Nicky is barely managing to put one foot in front of the other and before FF can do or say anything Nicky is in his room and has locked his door.

The room that FF had been planning on sleeping on the floor of because Nicky had told him he could so that FF would not drink 20 5-hour energies over the course of the weekend.

But Nicky had looked really tired.

So he is given a general tour by a very quiet Captain Neil and FF forces himself not to think about the cooler that Andrew had brought to, what he assumes is, Andrew’s bedroom before it was brought to the kitchen. He gets shown where the blankets and pillows that Kevin uses are and FF nods in quiet acceptance even knowing that he is going to spend the night going over Katakana flashcards and maybe up his literacy on Kanji to a second grader’s level.

Captain Neil wishes him a good night while Andrew gives him a nod and it is the last time he sees Captain Neil that night.

It is not the last time he sees Andrew.

***

Andrew comes out of his room to go get two glasses of water nearly 2 and a half hours later. The house is silent and dark. He is pretty sure him and Neil are the only two up.

He is wrong.

He comes out into the living room on his way to the kitchen and finds FF going through flashcards at a rapid pace. He walks a little closer to see what it is but the flashcards aren’t even right side up half of the time.

He thinks about the car ride.

‘I don’t like swerving cars.’

FF had said it so matter of factly. He was uncomfortable with the swerving.

Andrew had told FF recently about the words he didn’t like.

It felt like FF was offering at least something of himself back to Andrew for the first time.

Andrew thinks about how once his hands had gone back to the steering wheel FF had leaned back into his seat and stared out the window.

Andrew has at various points tried to look up what FF’s circumstances were but searching news sites for someone named ‘Smith’ with no first name to work off of was an exercise in futility.

Neil has lamented many times to Andrew about his bizarre jealousy over how unknowable Smith is. “He’s learning new languages, keeping a low profile, and playing Exy. It’s everything that I wanted in my freshman year and couldn’t manage because Riko pissed me off so much! It’s just kind of hard to see someone living my dream.” He says.

Andrew had punched him in the arm for that one.

“My old dream!” Neil had said and Andrew almost punched him again for the smile he flashed but had ended up kissing his stupid pretty face instead.

Where was he?

Right.

FF didn’t like swerving cars.

It didn’t necessarily have to be the trauma that lead to that aversion. Andrew certainly hadn’t had anything scare him on a plane but he still hated flying.

Still.

“The flash card is upside down.” He says and watches as FF pauses in his shuffling before righting that card and flipping to the next one which was turned to the side as far as Andrew could tell.

FF should be asleep.

FF is not asleep.

It might be Andrew’s fault that his friend can’t sleep.

“It won’t happen again.” He says and FF turns and stares at him blankly for a few seconds before he nods his acceptance.

It’s nice having a friend who understands what he means without needing to explain every little thing.

***

FF thinks he might have double-dosed on the 5-hour energy.

He also thinks he might currently be able to see through time.

His flashcards are making so much sense right now.

Then Andrew had come up and it truly was a miracle that he did not shit himself considering the sheer amount of apple pie still making its way through his system. That’s a lot of fiber for one body and he’s sure the 2-3 Five Hour energies he has taken are not helping his plight in that regard.

“It won’t happen again.” Is what Andrew says and in an instant FF feels his stomach drop to his feet. He nods blankly and watches as Andrew nods back before the man went to the kitchen and left with two tall glasses of water.

‘It won’t happen again’

FF has asked Andrew for TWO favors today.

TWO WHOLE FAVORS.

WHAT WAS HE THINKING?

The answer was that he WASN’T.

Even if FF had paid back one of those favors with the sheer power of his granny’s pie there was the case of the secondary favor he’d asked for in the car.

‘It won’t happen again’

There won’t be anymore favors for FF. He’d used up any mercy his grandma’s pie had bought him.

He considers the time pulls out his phone and goes through some saved text files on his phone.

It’s time for guns even bigger than his grandma’s apple pie.

He takes another five hour energy and knows that he won’t be sleeping a wink. He looks up groceries stores that are open this early on Black Friday, he grabs his wallet and with immense fear in his heart grabs the keys Aaron had dropped into a bowl by the front entrance.

He needs the ingredients for his great-grandma’s brownies.

Do your civic duty and: CAST YOUR VOTE TODAY ABOUT MEMES

NEXT

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[klayr-de-gall]

Strawberry Maid

A birthday gift for a friend who is a Maid-Rin Enjoyer (as is Haru)

[ofalltheginjoints]

au where argyle moves to hawkins in the summer of ‘85 and meets the party’s babysitter friend steve when they bring argyle to starcourt for the first time

[evelyn-and-art]

going back to my roots and doing study drawings on chuuya for another piece im working on.

(P.S. i have more on the side but its not giving, 'tis only for my eyes ��)

[crowroboros]

Looks like the big guy caught you something.

Fanart for @ivanisly-kun of Bayu! Been wanting to draw this guy for a while, great character design.

[solidwater-arts]

[ID: A digital painting of a watermelon with the text "Free Palestine" written in black at the bottom of the watermelon. Some details of the lettering are stylized like watermelon seeds. The first image has an old paper background, the second image is transparent. /End ID]

Feel free to use for zines, posters, etc. Credit appreciated but not required