#wings win

[blusical]

Kane sacrificed his lower body for that Lions playoff win.

(Okay but seriously though Congrats Detroit fans!)

[twisting-in-wonderland]

Tsum boss battle-

bonus(?) and wip stuff under readmore (lol)

I would play a twst rpg - Deuce would be a good heavy physical defense and physical attacker methinks

wips - 'lineart' and the original deuce and tsum sketch that i deemed too boring, so the boss battle was drawn instead lol

[almondcroissantsandink]

hark! it's the cringefail loser squad from on high

[sophies-junkyard]

Change is incremental, but something CHANGED today. You weren’t sure about voting for Biden? You don’t have to anymore! And now is the time to RALLY. The world is fucked up, but letting Trump win will not lead to the political revolution we’re waiting for. Wake up.

Im gonna vote for Kamala Harris in November because I don’t want a wannabe dictator running our country. Simple as that.

[richter-kale]

dug up an old scogan doodle to celebrate the new wolverine film :}

[aprill-99]

Rhys: “So let’s see if I’ve got this; you have immense shadow power, incredible combat skills, height, tattoos, secrets, dead parents, a thirst for vengeance, the weight of the world on your shoulders, a rebellion to lead, and a dragon?”

Xaden: “Yeah? I mean, there’s also my girlfriend who I’m completely in love with and 107 people under my protection but-”

Rhys: *frantically flipping through papers* “this is the hyper-intelligent girlfriend with unprecedented lightning powers? The one you speak to with your mind and call a nickname permanently?”

Xaden: “I do only have the one girlfriend. Kinda offended you’d think otherwise.”

Rhys: *signs a paper* “Adopted. The rebellion thing is handled. Me and your aunts and uncles have got this. Your new mom is going to need some time to add you and your mate to the family portrait gallery. Your bedroom is upstairs, knives are in the training ring, family dinner is every Thursday, your allowance is infinity and your curfew is never.”

Xaden: “I am…. Older than your wife?”

Rhys: “Did I fucking stutter?”

[actualbird]

// tot spoilers for future cn server content (i.e. giann, vyn's half-brother, artem's dad)

i wanted to put together the current roster of nxx boys' revealed parents and relatives so far!!

[an-albino-pinetree]

There was no way I wasn’t immediately gonna jump at the chance to draw this dude, I love him 💜🌾

Guys, please go check out @iamespecter ‘s Little Digital Nightmares concepts, they are SO COOOOL!!

[bogcreacher]

Whats astral's deal?

oh yknow

[zongzhii]

feathery bois

[solazu1]

I was going to post the lead up to this drawing but i got too embarrassed by the boykissing

[callsign-rogueone]

at last - l.m.

Liam Mairi x reader (spark!!) words: 1.9k 🏷: after nearly three months... here begins the story of Liam and Spark! no book spoilers in this chapter, but this storyline will eventually cover all of fourth wing and extend into iron flame too. she/her reader. sparring and canon-typical threats (reader does not like Violet lmao), but nothing bad happens. this chapter is tame, but the following ones will get dark, so please look at the warnings before you read!

Violet’s never seen a marked one in person before. She can’t help but stare, unable to pull her eyes away from you.

You possess a sharp sort of beauty, battle-hardened features made even more intense by the rider’s black you wear and the three thick scars that start at your collarbone and disappear into the neckline of your shirt. You’ve rolled the left sleeve up to showcase your rebellion relic, displaying it the way a poisonous animal would — as a warning.

But above all, you’re just… unruffled. It’s still raining, but you don’t seem to mind, appearing perfectly warm and dry. The drops deflect off of you, not absorbing into your hair or clothes. 

A boy halfway across the bridge stumbles, unable to regain his traction, and Violet could swear she sees the river rise to meet him, breaking his fall.

“Name, Candidate,” you repeat, growing irritated.

“Violet Sorrengail,” she answers.

So this is the General’s girl. You size her up unabashedly, taking note of her mismatched boots and her frail stature. “Watch your step, Violet,” you say coldly, and she knows you aren’t just talking about the slippery bridge. “Next!”

Four candidates later, you find the one you’ve been looking for, the one you’d taken this job just to see.

“Liam Mairi,” he answers before you can ask, his eyes locking with yours. 

You’re alive, standing before him in one piece, and he wants nothing more than to embrace you, but he keeps his boots planted to the stone beneath them.

You cast a glance behind you, waiting until the previous candidate is out of sight, and brush your hand over the sleeve of his jacket. The rainwater disappears from his clothes, deflecting off of him as it does you.

Your classmate starts to protest, but you cut her off. “Another word, Chriselle, and you’ll be swimming in that river,” you snap, and she quiets, knowing you’re serious. “Now move, Candidate.”

Liam’s eyes widen at your brashness, but he gives you a silent nod of thanks before stepping onto the bridge. 

You force your eyes to remain on your clipboard, flipping through the list of names again. Twelve more to go, but no marked ones; you’ve done what you need to do.

“The boy has made it across,” Tuile reports after a minute, sounding bored. “I don’t know what you were so worried about.”

You push down the sigh of relief, hardening your gaze again. “Next!”

—————————————————————————

It’s a gorgeous summer day, the storm that had raged the day before gone without a trace. Perfect weather to spar outside. 

Liam finds you and Bodhi in the courtyard, clearly in the middle of a fight — you’re both out of breath, watching the other closely as you stalk in circles around each other.

There’s a river moving through the air above you, a twisted loop of clear water that rushes in circles as you move your fingers. 

“How’s day three going?” you ask over your. shoulder. 

Bodhi pushes forward before the other boy can respond, taking advantage of your distraction, and you yelp at the ice-cold water splashing over you, but it dries from your clothes in an instant.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” you hiss, pulling it back from the air, and packing it into your hands like a giant snowball, poised to throw it at him.

Bodhi just grins. “Bring it on, girl.”

As soon as it touches him, it bursts, soaking your clothes and the grass beneath you, and you’re left to fight hand-to-hand.

You’ve always been bold, never afraid to spar with the boys, but a full year at Basgiath has made you into a refined fighter, your every move made with intention and executed crisply. You match Bodhi blow for blow, block for block, moving back and forth across the lawn in perfect time, and Liam can’t pull his eyes away. 

Xaden bumps his brother’s shoulder with his in greeting. “She’s in good hands.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

“C’mon,” the older boy beckons. “Let’s see if you’ve kept your touch since I left.”

The brothers move through a series of basic blocks as a warm-up. This much is muscle memory for Liam, who remains focused on your banter with Bodhi as you continue to fight across the courtyard. 

The blond startles as Xaden picks up the pace, but quickly falls back into the rhythm they’re used to.

“Good,” Xaden says, about the highest praise he’ll give. “Now if I do this,” he prompts, aiming a kick toward the boy’s ribs that Liam quickly blocks with his forearm, pushing forward and making Xaden step back. “Good. What about this?”

He continues quizzing his brother, Liam getting everything right — Xaden hasn’t managed to land a single hit on him.

You and Bodhi have tired yourselves out by now.

“Same time tomorrow?” you ask, pulling him up from the ground and drying his clothes with a gentle touch of your hand.

“Always,” he says warmly, still catching his breath.

Liam’s heart drops. He hadn’t made his feelings for you clear before you left for Basgiath, deeming it unfair to drop that on you before you’d have to spend a year apart, when you might never see each other again.

The older boy is probably a better friend for you, anyway, he thinks, bending back to avoid taking Xaden’s fist to his face. You’re in the same year, so you’ll graduate together, and you clearly have a connection— the smile you gave him when you called it a day, that soft tone of voice… you aren’t like that with anyone else.

You used to only be like that with him.

You haven’t touched him since conscription day, when you’d only brushed your hand over his sleeve to dry his clothes, haven’t talked to him since, either.

What changed? Had Bodhi taken his place in his absence?

Xaden lands a punch that Liam should have dodged, the dull pain distracting him from his thoughts.

“Come on, Li, kick his ass,” you call, watching the fight unfold, and the jealous feeling disappears, replaced with something warm.

He surges forward, catching Xaden by surprise, if that’s even possible, knocking the wingleader to the ground — he barely has enough time to cushion his fall with his shadows.

You laugh, a sound Liam hasn’t heard in over a year. He’d missed it more than he realized. “Looks like you’re doing my watch this week, section leader.”

Bodhi groans. “We need to find a betting chip that won’t ruin my sleep schedule.”

“You bet on me?” Liam asks, still struggling to keep his brother pinned.

“Of course I did,” you say, like it’s obvious. “You’ve never let me down once.”

Liam shines at the praise, but the smile falls from his face as Xaden pushes back, flipping them. 

“Stay focused,” he chides, standing. “Keep your head on the mat, or you’ll lose it.”

“Sorry,” Liam says quietly, letting the older boy haul him to his feet.

“Don’t you two have a class to be getting to?” Xaden asks pointedly, looking over his shoulder at you and Bodhi.

“Yes, dad,” you say with a roll of your eyes, picking up your bag. You give Liam a soft smile before you head back inside, and his knees just about crumple.

Xaden takes pity on him, waiting until you’re out of sight to throw the next punch. “She’s happier with you around, you know.”

Liam looks at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow.

“Her first year was… difficult for her,” Xaden says delicately. “Bodhi’s been helping her deal with some of it, but she still has a lot of work to do on her own.”

Liam deflates, no doubt feeling guilty over his jealous reaction, and for jumping to conclusions. Bodhi’s probably your closest friend here, your only marked squadmate until now… He doesn’t want to imagine what you’ve been through together in the last twelve months, what you’re still processing alone.

Xaden pulls him out of the thought. “When are you going to tell her how you feel?”

“What happened to keeping your head on the mat?” Liam asks, resetting his stance; effectively ending the conversation.

Xaden looks amused, readying himself as well. “I didn’t think you’d be so eager for a rematch after I put you on your back like that.”

Liam bristles. “I’m going to keep trying, so it never happens again.”

“Oh, of course. You wouldn’t want that, especially not in front of your girl,” Xaden adds smugly, laughing when the younger boy lunges toward him in response. “I missed you, kid.”

—————————————————————————

Liam doesn’t see you again until after dark, when Xaden gathers the marked ones for a meeting by the river.

You look tense, your upper body drawn tight as you cross your arms over your chest. You clearly disagree with Xaden’s point, but you remain quiet, knowing that if you challenge him in front of the younger cadets, there will be hell to pay.

You jump at the feeling of someone touching your shoulders, your hand flying to the blade at your hip.

“It’s just me,” Liam whispers. His thumbs press into your traps, kneading the tension from the muscle, and you melt, the stress draining out of your body. “This okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod, letting your eyes fall shut with a soft sigh and removing your hand from the hilt of the blade. You’ve missed this gentle touch, missed the way he’d always take his time helping you recover from your days of intense training with Bodhi and Imogen before you left for Basgiath.

You feel like you don’t deserve it now, but you aren’t going to ask him to stop, not when his hands are so warm against your skin, not when it feels so good.

He pulls back after a minute, satisfied with his work — you’re certainly more relaxed now — and wraps an arm around you, tucking you into his side.

You look up at him, content to gaze into those gorgeous blue eyes you love so much. It finally settles in for you that he’s here, at last, standing beside you, holding you again, that this means you’ve survived your first year, and that he’s not going away any time soon, that you can finally have your chance to have something with him.

You might cry.

“Thank you,” you whisper, quiet enough for only him to hear.

He just smiles at you in response, holding you a little closer.

You turn your gaze back to Garrick, who is looking directly at you. “As I was saying,” he begins, clearly frustrated that you haven’t been paying attention, “we need to-”

“I heard you the first time,” you interrupt, “but by all means, repeat that highly sensitive information aloud.”

That gets a few laughs from the younger cadets. Liam chuckles, the soft laugh shaking his chest. “You haven’t changed a bit, Spark.”

Your heart flutters with hope at his use of the nickname he’d given you years ago. Maybe you can go back to the way things were then, before you showed up at this hellhole school and had to fight for your life every day, only be chosen by--

“Careful how you finish that thought, girl.”

“Get out of my head,” you hiss back, digging your nails into your palms.

Liam must feel you stiffen beside him -- he turns to look at you, concerned. “You okay?”

You smile up at him, hoping it looks genuine. “Yeah. Just tired.”

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

As a leftist it is often frustrating how many leftists are just straight up bad at politics. Like yeah fuck the system the system sucks, but it is the system we have right now and until your revolution materialises, we have to operate within that system to achieve things but so many leftists just insist on really dumb political moves.

[arttsuka]

can we see one of your aus?

I don't have that sketchbook with me but here are some old drawings of that ace attorney wings au

So basically, white angel wings = good, black demon wings = bad, insect wings = spirit mediums (combinations exist, like Edgeworth having black angel wings)

I'll try to flesh that au out more in the future but for now I only have these

[canisalbus]

Hello! I hope I won't sour your mood with this ask but I have been thinking a lot about your gay dogs this month especially.

I'll just try to keep the context short but in general I'm someone that has accepted being romantically undesireable. It was hard but in the end I have built my life just around me, my humble family and at this point in time I don't even think I have the time for a partner. And considering that it's the love month and a lot of people are preparing to celebrate it with their SOs I assumed that, actually, this is a thing that I sort of have in common with Machete.

From the miscellaneous lore on your profile I see Machete as someone that also has kind of rejected love. That also has built his life around his job, possibly hobbies, his family or mentors (depending if we're talking about canon or modern au). Who kind of forgot that relationships are a thing and that people bond with others in that way. Well, at least he did until meeting Vasco.

I just love thinking about their awkward beginnings. Machete being 100% sure that Vasco is just joking, maybe even sometimes teasing him (in a friendly banter type way) or just explaining to himself that all that kindness and interest is just him being a very considerate friend. And then we have Vasco that just tries to be subtle, as if he was trying to pass a fawn without it noticing and running away, but also with time gains confidence and tries more risque moves. Vasco being all smug and Machete being flustered when their hands or shoulders or tails brush in passing. And then when both are sure of their feelings we have Machete who has to choose between God and his love. Who, at first, unwillingly accepts that divine wrath will be worth their brief love.

I just love your boys. I swear they are all the love supply one might possibly need

Thank you for such a long and thoughtful message! I don't know why you thought you might accidentally sour my mood, I'm utterly delighted whenever I hear that someone has been pondering my little guys (rotating them in their head, as they say), and when they go through the trouble of sharing their findings and conclusions I'm so happy I could crawl up a wall.

I think you deciphered Machete's inner workings very well, especially those of the original canon version. The concept of love is of course prominent in Christianity, so even as a kid being raised in a religious environment that discouraged overt displays of affection and close personal bonds, Machete wasn't completely alienated from it. But it has always been a nebulous, unperceivable and unattainable thing for him. When he was old enough to lock down his career choice he readily accepted he'd never have romantic relationships, spouse or a family, and I think he must've been too young and socially inexperienced to think of it as a significant loss. Either he consciously blocked out the need for companionship by studying and working like his life depended on it, or he didn't really consider that being genuinely befriended, appreciated and loved as a person instead of a respectable and competent authority figure was even an option for him, at least not until Vasco came along.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Hey, I was wondering why you think Roxy was destined to end up with Eridan? I get the shared wizard interest and the quirk foreshadowing I guess, but that still seems like a large stretch. It's kinda like saying that Equius and Dirk are going to end up together because they both like robots and horses. It's just seems like the sort of character remixing that Hussie uses a lot in Homestuck. But what do you think?

Roxy

- fucking LOVES WIZARDS

- is a hipster and literally wears a colorswapped version of eridans scarf

- is pink and bubbly

- uses riflekind

- has a perfectly opposite powerset to eridan (can create anything by stealing its void away vs. can destroy anything with pure belief) and are connected to each other through the matriorb

- has a crush on a troubled, eccentric prince so you know that's her type

- quirk cameo with momlonde

Eridan

- Is a wizard

- Is a hipster and literally wears a colorswapped version of roxy's scarf

- Uses riflekind

- Had a huge crush on Feferi, a bubbly pink girl whom he (wrongly) believed to be so nice she might not even be capable of pitch, so we know that's his type

- The equal and opposite powerset & quirk cameo

At the end of the day I can't tell you what to ship, nor am I interested in making anyone ship anything, but I'm kind of just saying, the things that make Roxy predisposed to liking Eridan are, like, the biggest parts of her character, and Eridan is very easy & would pretty much say yes to anybody, but Roxy is also definitely His Type and Eridan is a simp who thrives under any sort of positive attention & would do anything someone asked if they were giving him positive feedback. or attention at all. case in point kanaya fucking hates him but at least she talks to him and he's constantly praising the shit out of her

Jane and Jake also have their introductions IMMEDIATELY followed by talking about how they've got a thing for "cobalt" hunks and "cerulean babes" respectively, so setting up roxy with eridan also fits into a pattern of the b2 kids being set up to date a dead troll. still rereading this part of the comic, but it really jumped out to me how blatant it was for jake and jane