#oc: issac

[processed-meat]

some magma stuff

[nitrozem]

Extra screenshots I had while playing Isaac and Talon

below one is an extra wedding photo I liked lol

<3

[s0larseraph]

❂The Seraph of the Daystar!❂

『bee/seraph ❂ sol/sun/suns | ae/aeir/aeirs | they/it ❂ nonbinary aro/ace lesbian ❂ adult』

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salutations :D welcome to my blog! here is where you'll find a little bit of everything that i like! my blog primarily consists of reblogs of funny doings or my interests, however i intend to post more original content soon enough.

my special interests are bees, angels, and adventure time! :D

i'm not currently hyperfixated on anything, but previous fixations i'll continue to post about include ena, psychonauts, tmnt, bee and puppycat, sam and max, the legend of zelda, etc.

this blog is occasionally nsft, though typically in a humorous way. i don't have a tag for this atm, however if you would like for me to tag it, or something else, please dm me or shoot me an ask!

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im currently in college, majoring in english and minoring in creative writing with the hope that one day i'll be able to write a book series i've titled Metamorphosis: The Art of Change. i'd like to begin posting about it here, which would range from art to writing.

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tags

#ꙮc - oc content

#divine intervention - original posts

#solart - original art

#m:taoc - content pertaining to metamorphosis

oc tags: applied to posts containing the respective oc, as well as posts i reblog with that oc in mind

#oc: alex

#oc: vivian

#oc: tyler

#oc: issac

#oc: taylor

#oc: takeshi

#oc: amaiterasu

#oc: sprout

#oc: tsukiyomi

#oc: mei

#oc: julius

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all my art is on instagram under the same user!

enjoy! i love you <3

[the-offside-rule]

Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - Well F**k

Requested: yes

Prompt: 1) Staying back to finish a project together

Warnings: none

College/Work AU Masterlist

t was past midnight, and the blue light of Y/n’s laptop cast a hazy glow across the cramped dorm room. The once-pristine engineering blueprint now looked like a battlefield—coffee-stained, scribbled on, and hastily taped together in spots. She tapped her pen anxiously against the desk, glancing at her phone for what felt like the hundredth time. "He’s not your boyfriend." Her roommate, Izzy, said from across the room without looking up from her book. "You’re acting like he’s coming over with flowers and a promise ring."

"He’s bringing the parts for the engine." Y/n muttered defensively, although she was smiling. "This thing’s due at nine, and I’m not trying to fail because of a late delivery."

"Right. It’s definitely the engine you’re excited about." Izzy smirked, finally glancing over. "You’ve been fixing your hair in your webcam reflection for the last twenty minutes." Y/n threw a pencil at her, but it missed wildly and bounced off the wall. Before Izzy could make another snarky comment, there was a soft knock at the door. "Saved by the Aussie." Izzy whispered with a teasing grin. Y/n scrambled to open the door. There stood Oscar Piastri, hoodie zipped halfway, arms full with a small box and a backpack slung over one shoulder. His hair was a little windswept, like he’d jogged across campus.

"Sorry I’m late." He said with a breathless smile. "The 3D printer jammed, and I had to fight a mechanical arm for the crankshaft prototype."

"Did you win?" She asked, stepping aside to let him in. "Barely." He stepped into the room, and Izzy gave him a knowing look over the top of her book. "I’m gonna head to you-know-who's." She said pointedly, grabbing her bag. "Try not to light anything on fire."

Once she was gone, Y/n locked the door and gestured to the workspace she’d set up by the window. "Looks good." Oscar said, setting down the parts and flipping open his notebook. CYou were working on the ignition housing, right?"

"Yeah, but I’m stuck on the timing alignment."

"We can work on that, then."

As they both leaned over the half-assembled mini engine, the energy in the room shifted into something focused and rhythmic. The silence between them was easy, broken only by the clink of tools and the occasional muttered swear when something didn’t fit quite right. Y/n took a long sip from a half-warm Monster can sitting on the windowsill. Oscar raised an eyebrow.

"Lando Norris?" He asked, recognizing the branding immediately. "Yeah. The melon one." He made a face. "Overrated."

"You’re overrated."

"You wish."

Their eyes met for a second too long before they both looked back at the engine, cheeks tinged pink. Oscar cleared his throat. "Alright, let’s get this piston lined up. If we get the timing right, we can finish assembly and test it by morning."

By 4:27 a.m., exhaustion had sunk its teeth into them. Oscar was on the floor, legs stretched out, while Y/n was curled beside him with a hoodie bunched beneath her head. "You think it’ll run?" She mumbled, eyes barely open. "If we didn’t mess up the timing gear… maybe."

"Great." She yawned, curling a little closer. "Wake me up if it starts to smoke." Oscar chuckled quietly. "M'kay." They drifted off with the faint hum of the heater and the scent of solder lingering in the air.

Sunlight spilled through the blinds when Y/n stirred, face smushed against Oscar’s shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open to find him already awake, watching her with a sleepy smile. "Morning." He said, voice gravelly. "Hi." She whispered back, fighting back a grin. "Did you stay up?"

"Nope." He replied quickly, but his smirk betrayed him. "But you fell asleep on me like twenty minutes after promising you’d stay awake."

"Typical."

They sat up slowly, blinking against the light. Y/n reached for the engine model on the desk and glanced at the digital clock. 7:41 a.m. "Moment of truth?" She asked, nerves suddenly buzzing under her skin. Oscar nodded and flipped the power switch.

Nothing.

Y/n frowned and pressed it again, checking the wiring.

Still nothing.

Oscar leaned in, double-checked the power input, and even swapped the battery. Still, the engine remained stubbornly still. "Are you serious?" She muttered, the panic rising. Oscar ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. "We triple-checked the alignment. Everything should be right." She could feel the burn of disappointment curling in her throat. After all the effort. The hours. The spark between them. It was like a needle scratching across a perfect record. "Well… that’s brutal." She finally said, trying to laugh it off.

Oscar looked at her for a second, then sighed. "We’ve still got an hour. Maybe we missed something stupid."

"We?"

"Hey, I’m not letting you make me take the fall for this." He said firmly. She blinked at him, surprised by the determination in his voice. "Fine." He gave her a half-smile. "Just don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my image."

"Overrated, remember?" She teased. "Still better than a melon Monster." Their eyes locked again, a flicker of something unspoken between them, and then—

"Let’s get this engine to start." Oscar said, already digging into the wiring. Together, tired and a little buzzed from nerves and caffeine, they dove back into the project. And maybe, just maybe, they weren’t entirely hopeless.

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Two Azazel's (Style Test)

[shiningcullen69]

Arthur and his babies

(Issac and Clementine)

[deathisthetruth]

"Dad get up."

- I forgot my own tag

*groan, he is taking an ✨old man nap✨ or maybe because he finally didn't drink coffee*

@paintedgrilledcheese

[naitoshi]

MADOTSUKIS

[itsnotmourn]

i think they’ll take the risk, though

he can still control what can transform to the laughter form but i like to think it can just happen when he’s upset (rare) or relaxed (also rare)

winifred likes weighted blankets and so with that: when comedian lies on top of herrrr <3

badabing badaboom: this lovely scenario.

[pistachi0art]

girls got caught 🚭

[askthecaretakers]

chris! jenny!

i gotta say, it seems like hard work, taking care of the toons. so i gotta ask, are you two the only ones that take care of the non-mains majority of the time? or are there others that help? if yall are doing it by yourselves... i wish the both of you good luck and sanity.

...and maybe a few weeks of paid time off

[💛] "Was that a good introduction?"

[💙] "Yeah that was fine."

[💚] "Wonderful Issac!"

[princessofgotham777]

I need to rewatch teen wolf so I can write fanfic

(Like this if you’d read a teen wolf fanfic that’s very friendgroup based (the reader would be besties with Scott stiles allison lydia and Isaac) the romantic interest would probably be Isaac but I could do like imagines with Scott and stiles too. Also it would be angst, fluff, and hurt/comfort, I don’t write smut.

[trevor-velseb-ask-blog]

*Moris on his way to show Trevor Charlotte's and Aaron's baby picture album*

Trevor was about to put his hair up also Trevor basically has a sixth sense of sorts also Issac is just being silly in the background as him and Trevor were gonna go out to a park for Issac to play at for the first time in a while

[s0larseraph]

this is a lil something we like to call a whoopsie daisy (almost exploding your friend's head with your mind like actually that's what's happening here)

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"Oh, like you'll find something that'll help us?" Alex laughs.

"Whatever I find would be far more helpful than whatever you can provide," Issac snorts, rolling towards the opposite room. Alex stays put in a commendable display of self restraint, and watches Issac and his supermassive ego go elsewhere. They clench their fists so hard that their knuckles crack, with a brief moment spent wishing Issac's perpetually inflating head would pop. Then, as if having gotten something out of their system, they relax.

"Oh yeah?" Alex challenges. "Go fuck yourself Rhodes."

Issac has stopped in his tracks, somewhat braced on the door he was about to open. His head lulls, then hangs limp for a moment while his shoulders tense. Alex sniffles slightly, leaning back as worry creases their brow and pain twangs like an off-beat discordant note in their temples.

Something is wrong.

"Issac?" Alex sheepishly asks, forgetting their hostility in favor of concern. When Issac doesn't respond, Alex throws away hesitation altogether and turns Issac around. "Issac!"

Issac's eyelids are heavy, twitching as he squints through pain. His pupils are pin-pricks engulfed by candlelight irises, looking off into space. He makes no noise, aside from stifled and labored breathing, leaving the patter of blood dribbling out of his ears and nose onto his shirt loud and clear.

[the-offside-rule]

S.G, M.S, J.L (Moonknight) - Caught in the Chaos

Requested: yes

Warnings: arguing ig

Y/n juggled the weight of grocery bags, struggling to open the door with her elbow. She finally managed to push it open, stepping into the apartment with a sigh of relief. “Marc, I’m back!” She called, nudging the door shut with her foot. But the sight that greeted her caused her to freeze. The apartment was a wreck. Furniture overturned, shelves knocked down, papers scattered across the floor. And right in the middle of the chaos stood Marc Spector, clad in his Moon Knight suit, his chest heaving as though he'd just been in a battle. “What the—" The bags slipped from her grasp, thudding to the floor, their contents spilling out.

Before she could even process what was happening, the glowing white suit vanished. Gone was Marc's imposing presence, replaced by Steven, wide-eyed and blinking nervously. “Y/n!” He stammered, his British accent unmistakable. “I- um- this looks bad, yeah?” Her jaw clenched in fury. “Where.....is.....Marc?” Steven’s eyes darted around, flustered. “Well, he’s here but- he's not really, uh, interested in coming out right now.”

“Marc!” Y/n yelled, frustration bubbling over. “Get out here right now!” There was silence. Marc didn’t surface. Instead, the familiar smirk of Jake Lockley flickered across Steven’s face. “Mi vida, let’s take it easy, yeah?” Jake said smoothly, his voice dripping with charm as he tried to calm her down. “No need to be so angry, we’ll clean it all up, I swear.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and her nostrils flared. “Don’t you even try that with me, Jake.” The smile faded quickly. His attempt at smooth-talking had only made things worse. "Estas solo en esta, amigo." He vanished just as swiftly as he had appeared, leaving Steven back in control. “I’ll, uh... I’ll help you clean up, yeah?” Steven offered, his voice soft and apologetic. “Let’s just start there. Marc’ll come out when he’s ready.” Y/n glared at him for a moment longer before letting out an exasperated breath. “Fine.”

They worked side by side in tense silence, picking up the overturned furniture, gathering the scattered papers. Steven kept casting her nervous glances, clearly unsure how to handle the situation. He offered the occasional soft word of reassurance, but Y/n’s simmering anger made him retreat each time. Eventually, though, as they put the last chair back in place and swept the last bit of glass into a dustpan, Y/n felt herself calming down. She still wasn’t happy, but the initial surge of fury had ebbed, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. She slumped onto the couch, rubbing her temples. “This is ridiculous.”

Steven stood there awkwardly for a moment before sitting beside her, hands in his lap, avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry. Marc, he- he’s just, well- he’s not good with these sorts of things.” Y/n sighed. “Yeah, I figured.” There was a beat of silence before Steven’s gaze unfocused for a moment. Then, Marc was back. His face was tense, guilt etched into his features. “Y/n... I’m sorry,” he muttered, finally meeting her eyes. “I should’ve come out sooner, I just-” She cut him off, her voice tired but firm. “Marc, you always do this. Something happens, and you just disappear. You leave me to deal with the aftermath. I can’t keep doing this.”

Marc’s shoulders slumped. “I know. I’m trying, but it’s hard.” She softened, her anger ebbing as she looked at him. She knew he was struggling, that this life he lived wasn’t easy. But that didn’t mean she had to be okay with it all the time. “I just need you to be here.” She said quietly. “With me.” Marc nodded, taking her hand.

“I’m here now. I’ll do better.”

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Isaac’s