#your honor i just think hes neat

[sweetmapple]

Drivers License picture lookin ass (ignore my note to self)

[shinmiyovvi]

It is mandatory to get all lovey-dovey with your pilot boyfriend after a tiring shift at work. Prove me wrong /lh

Close up under the cut

[willowfae82]

just noticed this:

and i'm ... 10/10 no notes. the boy is a twink.

[wreckedhoney]

time travel au but specifically with the flavor of post-66 longtime fugitive obi-wan having little to no sense of self importance next to the grand scheme of things. coming across a power that allows him to choose one (or three?) points in the past where he can temporarily possess his past self and alter events, and one of the first things he thinks of doing is sacrificing himself to save qui-gon, because maybe he'd be the better, wiser, more experienced master; maybe he can catch and handle everything obi-wan couldn't.

except young obi-wan is healed with older-wan still in his body, vader following him through time and ensuring that events go as they did originally - before they're both thrust out of this time, obi-wan failing and lost as to why vader wouldn't at least give himself the decent chance to avoid being maimed at mustafar, and vader ensuring that obi-wan will live to be with anakin.

BONUS! AGAIN! for the three points option! obi-wan is torn between speaking personally with anakin, younger and oblivious to obi-wan taking over his younger self as a general, or to head straight for the council. when he comes to this point in time, however, it's like he has no choice. as soon as anakin approaches him, he has to speak with him, but it comes across harried and panicked (he has too little time). he tries to fly through everything, from anakin's freedom to leave the order if he wishes, to their friendship, attachments, to the influence of the chancellor (and obi-wan has to be so, so careful here). he needs to rush past, to find someone else he can speak more freely with, but anakin stops him, alarmed and concerned, and more so when obi-wan is flown a few feet away from him. vader looms a short distance away, unaggressive but halting obi-wan's efforts nonetheless, until they again run out of time.

obi-wan staggers out of mustafar, dragging two injured with him. padmé's last moments are just as agonizing, and anakin/vader's injuries are as well, but obi-wan flies them to a medical facility as fast as he can. he doesn't have just a time limit now; anakin/vader's wounds will be fatal if not mended fast enough, never mind that already he's in better shape than in the original timeline since obi-wan lifted him out quicker. he's also expecting vader - his vader - any moment, but oddly, that future version of him does not make an appearance this time. obi-wan takes another look at the unconscious sith with him, wondering if this self will kill him once he leaves this body. his intervention continues uninterrupted.

that unsettles him, and he opens his eyes to witness what kind of change just that altered decision, perhaps his largest risk of his three chances, had on the future point he originated from, the one he will now have to live in. for the first short moment, there is only the sensation akin to waking up from a deep sleep. and then, the memories flood in, many old and familiar - until others flow alongside them now, new.

[kiseopingu]

The Hitter - Eliot Spencer from Leverage

Screencap redraw/painting study of one of the Eliot scenes that makes me go absolutely feral.  This man needs a soft blanket, a hot cocoa, and a kiss on the lips. I volunteer.

[lykantrooppi]

this is what i look like in real life i promise

[eastwardbound7]

Give me a Tim and Tam met in rich kid school au. Let them get into the stupidest shit while trying to do the mundane teenage things.

Let Tim be able to crash with her and her to go “another Tuesday with my local on fire train” despite her not yet knowing his secret identity

Let them grow apart in his robin days as they both get busy with different life events. Let them try to reconnect and have it fizzle out.

Then let Red Robin come and shove them back into each other.

After it all Him, Her, and Pru should go get food or something. Idk i didnt think this far

[the-holy-ghosted]

i asked for requests like ages ago and they have all been sitting collecting dust in my ask box because every time i go to draw something i black out and come to with another drawing of one of john lynch's characters. every time. without fail

[burnt-pizza-lolz]

Decided to do a Sherlock gnomes ice berg cause i saw @purplegn0mes gnomeo and Juliet one and thought it was pretty cool

[circuitreats]

When ur doctor finds out you're not up to date on your mandatory vaccines-

Last illustration for the year! My mean unethical robot doctor mans, Cabe! It was a challenge to work on as it took me a pretty good chunk of time to figure out the perspective and attempt to render glass for the first time! But it was still enjoyable and I like the outcome :)

Likes and shares much appreciated <3

[wild-karrde]

OC: Crater

Alright, so I figure it's time to do an official Crater post since he's appearing in a few ficlets soon.

Crater, who was first mentioned in my fic One Step at a Time, is the captain of the 28th Combat Wing, which Chuckles is a part of, piloting a Z-95 Headhunter like the rest of his squad. He serves as the commanding officer until his death (Chuckles loses the majority of his Wing in the same battle).

In terms of physical appearance, Crater most resembles THIS clone we see in The Bad Batch (I was super stoked to have a close visual reference):

His hair is a dark chestnut color (not quite the black color we see with most of the other clones, but it's still VERY dark). He keeps his hair cropped close and his beard well-maintained. He's an older clone, and whether due to stress or Chuckles's incessant injuries from pranks, he's starting to go grey with silver dotting his hair and beard. He has a scar through one eyebrow, and at times adds a second notch to match the pinstripe pattern on his armor (the colors of the 28th Wing are magenta and grey, and he has a double grey pinstripe that runs down the right side of his armor). He has tattoos that wind from just below his elbows, up over his shoulders and shoulder blades and up his neck. When his helmet is off, you can normally see the very tips of the tattoos sticking out above the collar of his undersuit. Here is a reference I use for his tattoo pattern:

This is very much how I envision them, slightly geometric and winding (a few more lines/tendrils to them), and then the positioning is different than what we see here.

Crater is a quiet leader that prefers to adjust his leadership style to the various strong personalities on his squad rather than trying to intimidate them into falling in line. He has to deal with everyone from Chuckles to Sticks to Strike, and they all require different tactics to motivate them. Crater is incredibly observant, picking up on the different ways his squad responds to feedback/encouragement/discipline, and he adjusts accordingly. He's the type to sit back in a briefing, watch what's happening around him, and then swoop in with his opinion and thoughts that he's been working on for the last twenty minutes while everyone else got heated.

With the rate at which pilots lose their lives during the war, Crater quickly comes to understand the importance of having his men trust him completely, and he doesn't take that trust lightly. He's proud, but not vain. He knows he's good and doesn't require validation from outside sources, particularly natborns, and he'll get in the trenches to back his squad anytime he needs to. He's quietly intimidating, honest even if it hurts, but above all, he cares very much for his brothers, and that's a large driving factor for how he operates as a leader.

Crater's last words to Chuckles are “Run, Chuckles. Get your ass out of here. Carry on the fight.” 

[silverselfshippingchaos]

k.abru d.ungeon m.eshi the man that you are...

[captain-lessship]

Your honor, respectfully, the defendant just caught everyone slipping and acted accordingly.

[discocandles]

Jon & Damian's dynamic should be seen as the hazard it is. Like you have an only child turned youngest sibling who knows several ways to kill people and has used most of them, then paired him with a kid who's a youngest sibling technically, but usually is the only child in the house and oh, he's getting kryptonian powers that a year ago he didn't even know there was a chance he could have. And then you left them unsupervised. Together.

Did Clark and Bruce think there wouldn't be destruction because of this?

Worst case of youngest child privilege I have ever seen

[deusfoundry]

part 2 here!

girl dad!zayne who simply smiles when his daughter knocks on the door of his office one night. she lets herself in, a deep crease present on her forehead, fingers wrung together. he can tell the moment she entered that something's bothering her, so he shuts his laptop off in favor of giving his daughter his undivided attention.

"what's wrong?" he asks with an encouraging smile on his lips.

girl dad!zayne who puts on a nice front when she tells him that a boy is coming over tomorrow night for dinner. he almost says "no.", mouth opening to reject the very prospect of boys. "you're too young to be dating." he very nearly says, if not for the quiet "please." that stops him in his tracks.

suddenly, he's taken back to a whole decade ago.

suddenly, his little girl has just turned seven years old.

suddenly, she's pleading with the widest doe eyes he's ever seen for him to get her the slice of carrot cake displayed on the counter of a bakery.

damn it, he thinks. those eyes are the bane of his existence. not once has he been able to resist them. curse you and your genes for passing those godforsaken eyes to your little girl.

so he smiles. he pulls his daughter into a warm, comforting hug.

"of course." he says, trying not to sound like he's forcing the words through gritted teeth. "i'm not mad at all, sweetheart."

"really?"

zayne merely hums, and when she squeals in delight, jumping up to plant a small kiss to his cheek between an onslaught of thank you's and i love you's, he almost forgets that he just agreed to having some boy over in his house.

girl dad!zayne who huffs when you press a kiss against his lips to stop him in the middle of his rant. he's spent the last half hour citing complaints about his daughter. how boys her age are stupid and none of them could even dream of treating her the way she deserves to be treated.

"when did she even get old enough to start talking to boys?" he manages to insert between exasperated claims every five minutes.

"it's part of being a teenage girl, love." you pull yourself away from his lips, lazily moving around to straddle his thighs. "let her be."

"and you're not the least bit concerned?" his breath hitches against his throat when you start to slowly trail kisses around his neck. he doesn't hear your response to his question, mind clouded with the feeling of your lips drawing stars on his skin.

his girls are truly going to be the death of him.

girl dad!zayne who purposely lingers near the front door so he can beat his daughter to opening it. he hears the doorbell ring and the subsequent thundering of her footsteps from upstairs, but he's already opened the door before she can even rush down the stairs.

girl dad!zayne who relishes in watching the way this boy's face falls. he's secretly glad that his career is as remarkable as it has been at this very moment, because he sees exactly when it dawns on the boy who exactly is standing before him.

the father of the girl he likes is the doctor zayne. world-renowned cardiac surgeon doctor zayne.

the boy splutters. he unfolds into a stuttering mess right in front of zayne and he has to resist the urge to slam the door on his face.

if doing so didn't end in him being in the receiving end of your sermons, he never would've opened the door in the first place.

girl dad!zayne who’s overtaken by surprise for a quick second when the boy finally collects himself.

“thank you for letting me join you tonight, sir. it's really an honor.” he says his name. zayne's impassive expression doesn't deter the boy as he holds his hand out.

zayne reluctantly takes it. he's about to settle on just giving him a subtle shake when the boy himself takes initiative, shaking zayne's hand with just the right amount of enthusiasm.

"this is for you and your wife." he hands over the basket that's been sitting beside his feet. zayne eyes it with his arms crossed over chest.

the basket is decorated with a ribbon tied into a neat bow. it comes in his daughter's favorite color, an oddly specific shade of pastel blue that she's been obsessed with since she was five. the inside is parted down the middle, one side filled with fruits and food that you like. the other half is, very obviously, for him.

it's packed to the brim with a whole assortment of sweets. a variety of cake slices from a bakery at the other side of the town he's been meaning to visit. packs of candies he likes. his favorite pastries from the bakery near the hospital.

zayne is ... delighted. but he refuses to let the boy know he's slowly winning him over so he quietly takes the basket in his hands and lets him in.

"dinner will be ready shortly." he says before disappearing into the kitchen.

zayne catches his daughter with a small bouquet of her favorite flowers in her hand.

girl dad!zayne who intends to stay quiet over dinner, but is forced to make small talk when you kick him under the table.

"be nice." you remain silent as you smile at the young boy sitting beside your daughter, but he knows that's what you mean with the threatening glare you send him.

"so," zayne purposely says his name wrong as he clears his throat. "what do you do for fun?"

he sees you shake your head from the corner of his eye.

girl dad!zayne who still isn't entirely convinced that this boy deserves to be with his daughter, the literal light of his life, his little girl, but relents a little as the hours go by.

zayne remembers telling his daughter time and time again to never settle. that he himself would pluck the night skies free of stars if you so much as imply that it's what you want. that she should look for the love you share with him, unconditional and boundless.

and as zayne watches with a keen eye how he treats her, he thinks he's done a good job at instilling those beliefs.

he's attentive to her needs, handing the bowls of food that's way out of her reach. he places a small portion of vegetables on her plate and successfully coaxes her into eating them, something even zayne struggles with. he's quick to cover the edge of the table with his hand when she leans down to pick up the fallen spoon from beneath the table.

girl dad!zayne who ends the night standing behind his daughter on their porch as she waves him goodbye.

"drive home safely." zayne says, uttering his name correctly as a sign of respect.

he doesn't miss the way his daughter's face lights up. and if accepting someone new in their small family lets him see that smile more, zayne thinks it's all worth it.

this has been in my drafts since the i made that girl dad!zayne post a few weeks backdhejhd

divider from @cafekitsune

[lyssitalennon]

watching mighty nein reunion while writing homebrew shit and seeing Liam makes me miss Orym 🥺🥺 like Im LIVING for molaesmyr but also my bby boy is missing it all!!