#First Point Creations

[phreaticlayer]

virtuoso

i have this version where i restricted the glow to only the image itself and im not sure if its better or not.... on one hand its cleaner but on the other the other has more atmosphere? anyways.

[hallucinatinghalos]

I don't think this contains spoilers but if you don't want to hear any book references or season 3 speculation be warned.

Reading the interview clip where Sam Reid said that Lestat is ripped from the stage by Magnus is wild because we know he knows the books, that's not how it happens there, so he's maybe let Rolin's version slip. Which, if holds true, would be a seismic change. Instead of being torn from Nicki's arms while they sleep, Lestat would be taken during a performance, in front of an audience. Surrounded by humanity, by those he loves, but not a soul can save him. The one place that brought him joy would now be connected to the trauma of Magnus and his turning. If he truly is going to be the catalyst for the theater becoming hunting grounds in the show, for better or worse, it would seem to be related to this change as well. Also, his rockstar moment would have a desperation to it that reflects the books but is tragic in its own way. It would all become devastating in a subtly different way than how Rice wrote it. Even events that only happen in the show would have a different impact. Like Armand first approaching him telepathically while he was on stage would now seem cruel and calculated, and later choosing to put the trial on stage. Sorry about the ramble but it blows my mind how much a small change, changes so much. The murder of the opera singer...the mocking of the Dracula film...the baby on the Mardi Gras float...would all feel different.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Siffrin plays Disco Elysium AU: Featuring backseat gamer Loop.

[cthulhum]

and dean winchester thought he was unlovable and didnt deserve happiness he hated himself and thought eveyone would eventually leave him and then a literal fucking angel fell in love with him. like loved him more than anything else in the world.

[lunarin64art]

That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔

[crowleave]

ok so the thing is, the kiss really was the best way crowley knew to convey his feelings to aziraphale because nina and maggie were right, they do talk but they never say what they mean.

but that doesn’t mean they don’t understand each other, at least to a certain extent.

and crowley knows aziraphale

he knows that he loves books and plays and the stories made by humanity. he watches his angel learn magic the human way and finds out he learned french the human way and knows better than anyone how much he loves human food. he throws a ball to get nina and maggie together because that’s what the humans in jane austen novels would do.

crowley knows that aziraphale romanticizes humanity, loves the drama and the stories and every little thing that makes humans human.

and what could be more human than a desperate kiss asking someone to stay

[cent-scratchnsniff]

doodles and stuff. struggled with painting until i gave up

[birdmans]

A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022—)

[fisheito]

Fish Yakumo is canon. Magical girls event is shining on the horizon. Kuyorb. We are free

the complete confusion on my saggedskin dehydrated face as i rouse from my impromptu hibernation and everyon'es talking about orbs

[realbeefman]

just finished amc preacher i think if i had watched this air i would be eating glass rn

[arislore]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚જ⁀➴ First Day Jitters

Pairing: Jules Millin x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Your first day at Grey-Sloan Memorial is more interesting than you had originally anticipated.

Warnings: mentions of death

Tags: meet cute, kwan is mentioned by name only, large text under the cut

Word Count: 686

Blood. Bones. Nerves.

Everyone has them.

Heart. Lungs. Brains.

The major organs of the human body.

Fear. Love. Regret.

Previously, we believed that only humans could feel emotions. Charles Darwin first came up with the idea that other animals could feel a range of emotions in his third evolutionary theory, The Expression of Emotion in Man and Animals. It was written in 1872, but anyone who has ever spent a significant amount of time around them would know that animals feel just as much as we do. It’s a wonder that no one in the scientific world had ever written that down before Dear Old Darwin did.

Reminding yourself that everything with a brain feels the same things you do helps you calm yourself down in moments like this. It’s the first day of your second intern year, and you couldn’t be more nervous. What if you’re worse than everyone else? What if you get kicked out again? What if it’s a hostile work environment?

You take a deep breath and follow the crowd into the O.R. where Dr. Grey is about to start her speech.

What an icon, you think, finding a space in the middle of the room–not too close to the front that you seem overeager, but not too far in the back that you seem uninterested.

“Congratulations. You all made it. You’re here…” Dr. Grey starts her speech as you take a look around the room to size up your competition–er, coworkers.

“We didn’t hire you for your grades, we hired you for your fight. We’re all getting our second chance here today,” she continues, interrupted by a short black woman entering the room in a rush, blaming her tardiness on a family situation caused by the recent tornado.

“It won’t happen again,” she swears, molding herself into the crowd.

As Dr. Grey finishes her speech, you look around and notice a woman a little further back than where you are, her wide eyes full of excitement. You wonder if she’s as nervous as you are, but just better at hiding it.

The crowd makes its way from the O.R. to the intern locker rooms, where you’re each assigned a locker. You quickly change into your light blue scrubs, pulling on your cushioned-sole sneakers. As you’re changing, a tan man named Lucas Adams introduces himself to your coworkers, and gets into a spat with an asian woman.

“Don’t worry, Skywalker, Jules here already slept with an attending,” she announces passive aggressively, gesturing towards the woman who caught your eye in the O.R.

After a few minutes, when everyone is changed, you’re split into groups of six. In your group is the woman who interrupted Dr. Grey just minutes earlier, Griffith; Jules, whose last name is Millin; the loud-mouthed woman, Yasuda; and Lucas Adams. The four of you are joined by a tall asian man named Kwan.

You spend the day in the brain trauma unit, where most of the victims from the tornado are brain dead. It’s good news for organ donations, but all you can think about is the pain these families are going through. Seeing the faces of mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, and children when you tell them their loved ones will never wake up is enough to make you run to the bathroom and cry a couple of times. You don’t let yourself lose it for more than a few minutes at a time–five at the most.

By the end of your first shift, you’re ready to sleep for the next twenty years. As you enter the parking lot, you run into Jules.

“Hey,” she says, and as you hear her voice clearly for the first time, you realize it sounds how chamomile tea with honey tastes.

“Hell of a first day, right?” you ask, looking up from the ground to meet her gaze.

“Tell me about it.” She sighs, looking towards the cars, then back at you. “You know, I heard there’s a bar around the corner if you want to get a drink.”

You smile for the first time all day. “I’d love that.”

[writingwiring]

Nonacearoweek 2025 prompt 1: experienced aro helps out questioning aro

Hemlock kicked its feet, perched comfortably on the railing while playing on its phone, which buzzed as a new text came through. It scowled, exiting the game to check who wanted its attention. Swiping through, it pulled up messages with CONTRACTOR (IMPORTANT), where an unread message sat.

Busy?

Scrunching up its face, Hemlock leaned back, resting its back along the top of the railing and facing the sky. Unusual for Eric to reach out unless he needed something work-related, but Saturdays were his day off, so that wasn’t likely.

Hemlock tapped out a question mark before flipping through pages of poorly-organized apps. However, within seconds, the phone buzzed again.

Lunch, im paying

That caught Hemlock’s attention, and it sat up, then hopped down from the railing onto the ground.

PARK TRUCK 15 MIN OMW

Pocketing its phone, Hemlock darted towards the doorway and skipped down the stairs beyond, ignoring the other complex residents in pursuit of reaching the bottom floor as quickly as possible. Shoes slapping against the stained concrete as it jumped the last step, it hummed cheerfully, pleased at the prospect of free sliders.

It quickly tied back its messy hair in an attempt to look somewhat presentable before entering the park, head swiveling around for its contractor. After a few minutes of searching, Hemlock spotted Eric standing under a tree, scrolling on his phone. As quietly as possible, it approached him, sneaking around to see what he was doing. Peering at his screen, Hemlock skimmed a wall of text. Based on the results of this survey, mages under the research and development departments perceive a higher sense of autonomy and independence compared to the…

“Ughhh, I don’t understand why you bother to read those things.” Hemlock scrunched its face and shook its head. “Their periodic surveys and press releases are so boring.”

Eric sighed, clicking the power button. “Snoop.”

“Yeah?” Hemlock paused. “Wait, you’re not taking back buying lunch or anything, right? Because I totally didn’t bring my wallet.”

“No, I said I would.” Eric hesitated, then tipped his head towards the truck. “What do you want? You find somewhere to sit.”

“Sure,” it chirped, “I want cheese! And fries and a milkshake!”

“Got it.” Eric started off towards the food truck, leaving Hemlock to scout out a suitable place.

Hemlock immediately set off towards the pavilion, which housed a selection of picnic benches. The area only had a few people, leaving most of the seats empty, so Hemlock picked the furthest spot from any visitors that remained under shade. Sliding onto the warm metal bench, it drummed its fingers impatiently on the table, idly looking over the park guests until Eric returned, lunch in hand.

He set the food down carefully, sorting out the separate orders, before sitting across from Hemlock, who eagerly popped open its Styrofoam containers and began wolfing down fries. Eric instead sipped on his drink before absently picking through his fries.

“Hemlock, can I ask you something?” Suddenly, Eric set his cup aside, staring at the shapeshifter.

Midbite, Hemlock chewed rapidly and took a sip from its strawberry milkshake, swallowing with a head bob. “You want me to kill someone?”

Ignoring its comment, Eric pressed ahead, his usual apathetic demeanor replaced with a slight jitteriness. “I’ve been,” he sighed, then pressed his fingertips together lightly, “Leah and I broke up. And my parents are pretty upset about it. But I think that I just… don’t want that. Any of it.”

Hemlock finished off the last few bites of its slider, unnaturally sharp teeth closing with finality. “Leah didn’t like me anyway.”

“You asked if she was going to eat her pet rabbit!”

“They taste good! How was I supposed to know she was going to be that mad about it?”

Eric sighed again, giving up on the detour. “It turned into a big fight. With everyone, except Mark. But I just couldn’t do it anymore. I know Leah wanted this… beautiful future together and none of it felt right.”

“Yeah, that kind of stuff is…” Hemlock stuck out its tongue, disgusted “…mundane. Empty. I’d rather be stuck as a research subject forever instead.”

“I just… I don’t think I want that. I don’t know what I want, really, but not that.” He tapped his fingers along the side of the cup, eyes staring down at his partially-eaten meal.

Hemlock looked over its contractor before shifting awkwardly and slowly reaching its hand into Eric’s field of vision, getting his attention. “So you came to me? And not Mark? Why the hell?”

“I know he wouldn’t think anything of it, but…” Eric looked over to Hemlock before breaking eye contact. “I’m different than Mark is. Mark doesn’t want anything from people. Outside of samples, at least. Whereas the hard part with Leah wasn’t her, it was more her expectations of me. I even liked spending time with her.”

Hemlock tipped its head slightly, with lightly narrowed eyes. “Still there’s something…” It paused, then grinned and dragged its tongue across the bottom of its teeth in amused contemplation.  “Ohhh, I see. You came to me because I like sex. Especially with none of those pesky attachments from people.”

“I like some of the attachment,” Eric immediately jumped in defensively.

“No, you don’t.” Hemlock replied smoothly and slid his uneaten food over to its side. “The only people you even talk to regularly are me, Mark, and Leah. And that’s sometimes even out of obligation.” It gestured a fry at Eric before popping it into its mouth. “You barely like people and find most of them boring. I’m surprised you even made it two years with Leah.”

 “That’s not…” Eric’s face twisted in a rare expression of pain before he continued. “That shouldn’t be true.”

“Why? People aren’t worth it most of the time anyway.”

“Because!” Eric floundered around, before staring at Hemlock, “That’s not…”

“Nice? Right? Fair? None of that really means anything.” It shrugged, taking a long sip from the remainder of its milkshake. “If you cared about that kind of stuff, you wouldn’t have paired with me anyway. Just throw away convention and life gets a lot easier.”

“That’s easier said than done.” Eric lightly bounced his palms quietly against the tabletop, for visual effect. “Or what, am I supposed to be like you? You’re…” He stopped.

Hemlock arched an eyebrow. “I’m what? Honest? Shameless? Go on.”

“You’re…” Eric deflated. “You’re right. But it’s not like you’re happy either.”

Huffing airly, Hemlock closed the empty containers. “Well, that’s thanks to the shackles more than anything else. I’m sure I would be happier free, but that isn’t happening.” Flashing a pointed grin, it continued. “Yet.”

Eric groaned and dropped his head onto his hands, pressed against the table. “I can’t be you, though.”

“I am one of a kind!”

“Thank god, but that doesn’t help me out.”

Hemlock snorted. “I don’t exactly do helpful.” Looking over its contractor, it chewed the inside of its cheek before lightly knocking a knuckle on Eric’s head. “I’ll make an exception for you, but you owe me.” Drawing back, it rested its chin on its palm, eyes fixed on the park walking path. “Look, there’s a lot of different kinds of relationships out there and you don’t need to follow a ruleset on how to build one. We’re both adverse to managing the hard stuff and it’s possible to find people who are fine with that. Most people won’t be, but whatever.”

Eric lifted his head, grumbling slightly. “It seems like everyone just wants everything. Love, moving in, marriage, all of it! And it’s just stressful.” After a slow sigh, he sat up fully, leaning back. “Leah and I started arguing because I didn’t want to move in together. And then it escalated and she… said some things about me. It was accurate, but it hurt to hear anyway. Stuff about me skipping dates and avoiding her family… that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, ‘cause doing that stuff sucks?”

“It’s not supposed to, though. I think.”

“But it does.”

“I know that! Remembering stuff like which flowers she liked and all was exhausting! I think her older brother is annoying! I…”

Hemlock hummed in acknowledgement, eyes back towards Eric, who listed off his frustrations with his now ex-girlfriend. Eventually, Eric’s annoyance burned out into exhaustion. Hemlock had thrown away the trash of their spontaneous lunch during his rambling, leaving their space neat. Hemlock yawned and its fingers habitually opened its current game, tapping through the daily missions as Eric wound down.

“…Thanks, Hemlock. You can be useful sometimes, I guess.”

“Don’t make a habit of it… Dammit!!!  I really wanted that SSR! I saved all week for it…” Hemlock whined, showing Eric its phone screen.

“They all kind of look the same to me.”

“Ughhh, you just don’t get it.”

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to. Also, I have to head out; I’m supposed to pick Mark up from school in a bit and should probably clear out my car to make room.”

“Sure thing,” Hemlock waggled its fingers at Eric, who was starting to get up from his seat. “I’ll see you later this week anyway. Apparently, Ross found something weird and wants us to check on it but is waiting for the official request to finish going through. So look forward to that.”

“Terrible. See you later.” Eric headed towards his car, leaving the shapeshifter slouched on the table, complaining at its phone over the draw rates.

Hemlock spun through its game a few more times before turning the screen off. It had made a good choice in partner, it thought, someone who was similar. Humans who are alike were rare, but perhaps if he made it past a human lifespan, he would turn out like it as well.

[fluxydrawings]

Full set to match the other one I did!

[pippa-frost]

Crowley first sheltered Aziraphale under his wing Before the Beginning.

Then, on the wall, as it starts to rain for the first time, Crowley starts to move towards Aziraphale first, and then Aziraphale lifts his wing to shelter him.

But, also, Aziraphale doesn't protect himself from the rain, he just stands under it.

So.

Do you think Aziraphale doesn't mind the rain because it's Her creation so it can't be bad? But neither him nor Crowley knew whether it might hurt a demon?

Or.

Do you think Crowley knew/remembered Aziraphale and was like okay it's your turn to be the umbrella now? And he just took a chance to see what would happen?

Do you think Aziraphale remembered Crowley and thought why yes of course, it's my turn now, it's only fair? Or do you think he saw/felt Crowley moving and assumed that's what he wanted?

Or.

Do you think Crowley doesn't want rain on his wings cause they still hurt from the fall and Aziraphale gathers this might be the case and down't want Crowley's new black wings to hurt?

Or.

Do you think it was just..instict? For both or them?

Or-

...I could do this all day.

[rusty-marathon-ghost]

This Crrrreeeature (hyena?) appeared before me in a dream and now I'm making y'all aware of her existence.

I don't have a name for her yet, but I'm open to suggestions

[lumilasi]

Update: Decided to fix Diojas' haircolor to his new look and change the font into something hopefully more legible.

Context: Diojas has an unique and difficult magic combo inherited from his parents, who are in a lot of ways opposing forces (light vs dark) and he struggles to control his dad's side of Grimmhound powers specifically. Unlike his dad, Diojas has he tendency to go berserk like Lycan on full moon, if he transforms. (this is not typical of Grimmhounds who normally have full control over themselves)

He also has his light powers dampened by his Grimmhound blood, but the hound form causes him far more trouble.

Also, minor side note; this is timed before Diojas learns Chester's true birth-name (Azul) hence he calls him Chester & before Chester gives him the matching peacock feather tattoo for protection/ability to call for help.

Also, version without speech bubbles below: