#this took forever but im pretty happy with it

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

It's june, you know what that means

¡¡Festivity time!!

[cat-skull]

a redraw of some old art

[kusanagihaku]

magic cards series: hotarubi

tumblr ate the quality zzz have the pngs instead ヽ(´o｀；

[airawisteria]

[ID: A digital drawing of Tamarack Baumann, specifically her step 3 design. The version drawn is the long haired one with a braid in her hair that has a red ribbon in it. She is wearing a mushroom themed dress with mushroom earrings. She is holding up the ends of the skirt part of the dress to show it off. She has a close eyed smile and is wearing red lipstick.]

[tokibuns]

Remember how Nostalgia was barely in the movie and, apparently, would only be needed 10 years in the future?

Well, that's where her granddaughter comes in: Meet Gratitude! 🍑 A kind and soft-spoken girl who has the natural ability to make others feel at ease and appriciated, often going out of her way to help others without expecting anything in return.

Her role is to help her host feel thankful for the good things in their life, especially during dark times. She hopes to foster a more optimistic outlook in life and to show that appreciation through acts of kindness.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hello!! i just want to tell you that your art is so goddamn scrumptious, you are literally feeding my xmen brainrot and I find myself smiling when i see your art come across my feed. I love how you draw charles, pretty privilege and post (lets be fr he's serving every time)

i hope you always have fantastic brainrot and id kiss your blessed hands for giving us the gift of cherik and charles xavier, you are literally an icon

hope you have a great day ahead of you and more!! you deserve it !!

well i'ma absolutely have a wonderful mornin after readin this AWWWW thank you so so much !!!! i haven't been postin xmen long, so it's been really heartwarmin seein the warm reception to my work in the wonderful tags people have been leavin on my posts- and especially gettin to answer the lovely asks y'all've been sendin in (❁´ ▽ `❁) !! im glad people also like my goofy text posts and esp quotes from my brother he really has no right being so funny at the most random times

i hope to be xmen posting a while: ive got at least 60 years worth of stuff to look through and ongoing, so i dont imagine my interest'll wane anytime soon :]] !!

[reneke]

my lord

[photonbee]

╰┈➤ windy bee moodboard ✦ ₊˚੭ ༄ 𓈒 ༺ ˚ ₊ . ७

credit: ☁🍃☁🍃☁🍃☁🍃☁

[larrythefloridaman]

two very different kinds of siblings

[arytha]

[ID copied from ALT: A digital fullbody drawing of @hunterofthehunters OC Ash standing with my OC, Balance. Ash is relaxed, her hand on her hip under her sword sheathe with said sword in her other hand, pointed towards the ground. She is looking at Balance with a neutral expression. Balance is slightly behind Ash, her hands clasped to her chest and looking up at Ashe with worry. Ash's sword is detailed to look like a blue dragon, with fire running down the blade. Balance's eye contains a compass beam, the red side pointing up in a diagonal. End ID]

Advent of Consequence

[the-kipsabian]

[23meteorstreet]

the gang :)

[painonthebrain]

DAYS #7 - #8: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer & John Mclane

Inhuman whumpee | Exile | Self sacrifice

Comfort: Rescue

CWs: Angel whumpee, nonbinary whumpee, forced transformation/painful transformation, gore, forced to hurt/kill, semi-cannibalism? (consuming a sapient humanoid’s flesh), rituals, religion, whumpee praying

@amonthofwhump

The last thing they could remember were the runes, glowing as their bloody body dissolved into pure light, raising itself up into the ether.

The memory sank its claws deep into their mind, holding them tight as their newly reformed figure faded back into being.

Blood. The taste of tender flesh on their tongue. Swallowing and choking on it, viscera coating their throat, gagging on the sticky sweet flavor, surrounded by chanting and screaming. A winged beast of beauty, thrashing and bleeding, praying in its own language as its body was dismembered, piece by piece, drained of its ichor, stripped of its flesh and laying in its own gore. Thousands of eyes looking on, yet only one pair found itself carved into their mind, immortalized like a pane of stained glass, the telltale look of life fading away.

They opened their own, pupils shrinking in the light. Cold air licked at their face, the sensation like shards of ice flecking the cornea. They gasped for breath, the air filling their lungs, so bitter and clear it could be described as crystalline.

They shivered. Every movement sent chilling spikes up their body, trembling accompanied by frenzied pins and needles, searing flares of pain seizing their chest.

They squinted, blinking slowly, waiting for their eyes to adjust. They weren’t meant to see this much unfiltered light, had never experienced such searing brightness – but the world began to fade into view anyway. Tall, marbled buildings stretched above them, all sharp corners and towering pillars. Bridges connected those, winged beings overhead using them for transport. They couldn’t look at it for long without hurting.

Turning their gaze downwards where they lay – it was quiet, relatively undisturbed. They were tucked away in a corner where two buildings met, wings bent awkwardly, stuffed in the small space. Feathers that weren’t theirs littered the ground around them, and the ground itself was soft, yet firm, white like cotton. They backed into the small space further, curling their wings around themself.

Nobody was around to see them.

Yet.

Their eyes stung with held back tears, and they squeezed them shut, breathing hard, biting their lip with fangs that weren’t there before. The points sank into their flesh, leaving behind tiny beads of red that dribbled onto the gore already smeared across their face, the blood having become sticky and thick. They brought an arm to it, wiping it away as it dripped down their chin.

Reopening their eyes and staring at it, they shuddered, flicking their arm to shake the blood off. It had already stained their pale skin, leaving a splotchy red mark. The only hope of cleaning it now would be to lick their hand and rub at their arm… and they weren’t that desperate.

Where am I? was a question that wormed its way into their head, despite the aching knowing they felt already. Not a familiarity, of course, but learned knowledge. They’d been taught about it for… months? Years? … No, a lifetime.

The land of the Divine.

They’d made it… and being there already felt like hell.

Surrounded by their destiny — clouds and feathers and bright skies, light everywhere — they only wanted to go home. The foreign layout of the Lands was jarring, and they chanted an internal plea to The Holy One, clasping their clawed hands in prayer.

I need to go back — I can’t stay here!

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ve sinned, I’ve defiled your creations and have made myself a mockery of them — you must fix me. Please.

No answer came.

It was foolish to assume The Holy One would answer them. It was likely watching them silently, waiting to act, Its all-reaching vision drinking in the sight.

They shivered at the thought. To be observed by The Holy One was to be stripped bare, reduced to the naked truths of the self. An intimate, one-sided knowledge.

Anything but that. Please.

They tried to call out for someone, ask for help, but their voice came out in jumbled, discordant notes, changed.

Grasping their throat, they sobbed, loud broken sounds of despair.

No.

They tried to form words again, more tangled chords spilling out of their lips.

Help me — help me!

Please…

Their cries faded into low, off-key moans, breathy and tired. Their head drooped, six eyes closing as they curled into the fetal position.

They needed to go back.

This wasn’t right.

They needed… to… go…

back…

…

They went quiet, drifting off.

Their wings were so soft, and their mind was so fuzzy… and it was so much easier to curl up and fade away.

Even if they were in a foreign land.

Even if they were an abomination.

A faint melody accompanied their descent into the depths of unconsciousness. It soothed them, drawing in closer, turning urgent and harried yet still hauntingly beautiful. Real.

Their eyes snapped open, feeling a hand on their wrist.

Real –

An angel wrapped a hand around theirs, singing – speaking? – and pulling them up. Their legs were unsteady, weak like a fawn’s; they trembled, their heartbeat turned into a rabbitlike pitter-patter. They resisted the urge to pull away, the knowledge that they were in no state to run causing them to freeze up, swaying.

…Who are you? – they tried to ask, opening their mouth and closing it, remembering they can’t.

The angel stroked their ratty hair, the sound of its speech like a lullaby, soft and reassuring. With a shaky sigh, they let themself slump against their hold, unstable on their own legs. The other’s hands were warm, holding them close, gentle and cautious.

They seemed to understand what they were saying, then.

At the very least, the idea. The essence.

“I want to help you.”

[curiouschaosstarlight]

(*Quick clarification, 'cause I feel like I should say this right away, I don't mind people not liking or even being really uncomfortable with certain characters, especially villains that have canonically done some really horrible stuff, even if I happen to really love the character in question! It's all in the Handling of the topic, and someone that's like "oh they're just not my cup of tea" or just don't want to talk about the character at all 1000000% has my respect and appreciation <3)

-claps-

So.

On the topic of demonizing characters that have violent or angry responses to their trauma

The thing about it that really gets my goat is the fact that I as a person have had anger problems ever since I can remember. I've had a pretty bad mix of anxiety and anger problems due to being traumatized, and have had to work really, really hard to get my knee-jerk temper under control, and really nothing fucks you up like thinking you're "fixed" but the reality winds up being you just were in a state of "nothing too stressful's happened lately" and then when things start getting incredibly stressful again, you realize you still have more work to do and you have to watch yourself way more than you thought.

I'm still not "fixed", and, after talking extensively with a therapist, I'm kind of just going to have to be okay with that; still trying to do right by the people I care about and not be an asshole about things, but I'm just going to have to live with the fact that in response to high anxiety and high stress, I become an angry person, and I'm not always going to be able to remember to take a step back from a situation when I feel myself getting heated (my success rate in this is going up at least)

So It Really.

Really.

Bothers Me.

When fandom tries to claim that a character isn't traumatized, or isn't traumatized enough, because their response to that trauma is to be violent and angry and malicious. And when they try to claim that because a character reacted this way, they're just evil and irredeemable and have no further depth to them, and any attempt to add depth (even canonical depth) to them is "wrong (and a sign the person doing it is an Abuser/Terrible Person irl)" or is "woobifying them".

And yeah. Part of what bothers me is that I tend to fall very hard for villain/antagonist characters that handle trauma badly, or otherwise have signs that they probably have some trauma they haven't exactly worked through, especially when that villain character gets to have a redemption arc. (And I do NOT mean that as "they cast away everything they were before and completely denounce and despise who they used to be and go through the whole repent and penance number". Give me more villain characters who are TRYING, who are STRUGGLING, who have conflicted feelings, who aren't an entirely new person and shouldn't be left to just wallow in self-hatred over it because!! no one!! deserves!! to wallow in self-hatred!! I want redemption arcs in the form of "person who did wrong is doing their best to be a better person" and NOT "character needs to suffer and be heartbroken and sad and unable to move on forever", I hate when I see people writing the latter shit, Idc what the character canonically did, no one who's genuinely trying deserves to be perpetually miserable and it is Highkey Concerning to see that attitude happen again and again) Plus, I LOVE media and character analysis, it is MY JAM, and.

Yeah.

I've got a lot of feelings that go into this kinda stuff. It's why when I see "no nuance!! just evil!!!"-type takes, that shit really boils my blood.

And is also why I don't actively participate in fandom anymore.

Like, yeah, I make some posts here and there. And I'd love to interact more with like-minded people -- I really love talking to others about characters and media and ships and all that good stuff!!

But I don't go searching for fandom stuff unless it's some art in a completely different language. After my last two fandoms went absolutely horrifically for me in two different ways, I think my trust in modern fandoms is just gone, and I don't think it's coming back.

There's only so many times a person can be told they're inherently evil (indirectly) or badwrong and stupid (directly) for a simple fucking opinion over goddamn fiction of all things.

[ltwilliamhavers]

let's go lesbians let's go

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Last Call

Calling the LADS Men to say goodbye because you weren't going to be making it home to them. A/N: MC isn't reincarnating this time sorry. Artist @/am_soul_art on insta [Requested by: nocturnaoasis]

It was supposed to be a quick mission. The intentions were good and the plan was perfect. At least thats what the higher ups thought at the Hunter's Association. The plan was to take back Hat Island, the small island right off the coast of linkon overrun with wanderers. The Hunter's Association believed that their strength in not only numbers, but also Evols and skills had improved enough to take back the small island.

They were wrong. So very wrong.

It was a suicide mission from the start; the wanderers were too smart there was never a chance. You panted as you ran from the onslaught of wanderers that had evolved over time inhabiting this island. You watched as comrade after comrade was slaughtered right in front of you. The number of Hunters was decresing quickly and there was no help coming. You held your side for dear life as blood gushed from your wound. You accepted your fate right then and there. You weren't making it back to Linkon.

You managed to find a small cave on the side of a mountain where you could make one last call.

Zayne

The phone seems to ring forever you were afraid you weren't going to hear his voice in your last moments. Just as you thought it would go to voicemail he picked up.

Zayne: Hello MC: Zayne.... Zayne: Yes I'm here

You couldn't help the grin that overtook your face.

MC: Remember our trip to find 'old popsicles'? Zayne: Of course I do MC: Remember when you swept me away from my friends to go read in a secluded park? Zayne: Yes ... where is this coming from?

You took a deep breath before coughing and grunting form the pain.

MC: I just want you to always think of our good memories ... I don't think we'll be making anymore after today Zayne: What are you saying? MC: They're gone ... they're all gone ... and I don't have much time left.

You finally broke down and sobbed into the phone as reality truly set in.

Zayne: Wh- MC: Promise me you'll move on ... I want you to find something or someone to bring the same vivacity that I brought you ... don't shut yourself off from the world ... I want you to be happy ... remember me in a good light because just know I died doing what I love Zayne: ....dont leave me behind MC: I love you Dr. Zayne......

Zayne didn't hang up he stayed on the line until he could no longer hear your stuttering breaths. He couldn't keep that promise of moving on. He threw himself into his work to keep his mind busy. He was afraid if he slowed down for one second he'd never be able to recover.

Rafayel

He picked up on the first ring as if he'd been waiting by the phone just for your call.

Rafayel: Hey Cutie!

He sounded so happy at the fact that you called it was already killing you that you'd be breaking his heart with this call.

MC: You know you create the most beautiful art Rafayel: You're making me blush stop it MC: I'm going to be painting pretty sunsets and sunrises for you Raf Rafayel: huh?

You swallowed hard trying to keep your voice from wavering.

MC: The next time you're on the beach and you see a beautiful sunset or sunrise ... that's me ... painting the sky just for you Rafayel: No no no you're-

His words became panicked as you quickly cut him off

MC: I wish I would have hugged you tighter before I left ... I'm not making it back to Linkon ... I'm sorry Rafayel: I can come to you just tell me where you are

Tears streamed down your face as your voice broke at the sound of him falling apart on the other end

MC: Im running on borrowed time right now Rafayel I just wanted to tell you that I love you ... so much Rafayel: I love you too

Your head was already swimming you didn't even realize you muttered.

MC: Good ... good.......

Rafayel never missed a single sunrise or sunset after that. Thomas would always find him sitting on the beach with red eyes and a camera to capture the sky that you painted for him.

Xavier

He picked up on the third ring w/ a groggy voice; he'd been asleep.

Xavier: My little star

His voice brought you a kind of comfort that no words could describe.

MC: You made a good call getting sick this week you know that?

You couldn't help but giggle at the situation.

Xavier: What are you going on about? MC: Remember how pretty the stars were that night we danced in the forest? Xavier: Yea they were almost as beautiful as you

He always knew how to make you feel like the prettiest girl to ever exist.

MC: Well next time you gaze at the stars the one star that seems to twinkle and dance just for you ... that'll be me

A brief moment of silence....

Xavier: You're not saying what I think you're saying

You could hear rustling on the other end knowing he just sat up.

MC: I'm sorry Xav ... I'm so sorry ... I promised I would make it back to you, but thats a promise I can't keep anymore ... I'm losing blood fast I can already feel myself losing consciousness Xavier: Hang on I'll be right there

And there it was the choked sob that finally slipped out of you as you responded.

MC: It's too late Xav ... do you love me?

He was quiet for a moment before you heard his low raspy voice respond.

Xavier: Yes. Of course I love you with everything that I am

Those words brought one last smile to your face and you finally let your eyes drift closed.

MC: thats all I wanted to hear ... I love you Xavier..........

Xavier was never the same after that. He spent his days training to get stronger to the point where his hands were bloody. No one could get through to him not even Jeremiah. At night he swore he could hear your voice as he gazed at the stars.

Sylus

Sylus: Hi sweetie MC: I love you!

You heard his breath hitch and then silence. You had rendered Sylus speechless with the three words he always wanted to hear.

Sylus: Why so sudden? MC: I never got the chance to say it to you, but I couldn't go without letting you know Sylus: where-

You quickly cut him off because there wasn't much time left. You could quite literally feel your life slipping through your fingers.

MC: this mission was doomed from the start ... I'm not making it home to you tonight ... I'm sorry ... there’s no pain though so I must be dying Sylus: Stay right where you are I’ll come find you MC: Don't .... it's no use ... thank you for everything I was always happiest with you

You smiled as you admitted that to him; it felt good.

Sylus: Stop you're not dying on that island

You sniffled as tears began to sting the back of your eyes.

MC: it's too late ... just ... just tell me you love me Sylus: but- MC: Sylus please Sylus: I love you My Queen MC: Music to my ears........

Sylus still tried to look for you, but could never make it onto the island for the wanderers were too strong....even for him. Mephisto did however manage to find you and brought back the necklace Sylus had given you. It now sits on a mantle in a glass case.