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[openshanklygates]

Doubt Creeps In

Whumpril 2024 April 9th, 2024 Self-Doubt Chuck Mambo/Adrien Pike (OC) Apocalypse Verse

The quiet hoot of an owl was the only sound as Adrien Pike shoved the last of his belongings into the faded knapsack he carried. He didn't want to do this. Leaving so late at night could be dangerous out in the Wasteland. It was easier for the worst of the worst to get a hold of you at this time of night. But with the sun up, that meant that the two men snoring on the other side of the dimming fire would also be up.

And Adrien didn't have it in his heart to look Chuck Mambo in the eyes as he left.

It wouldn't be the first time that Adrien had left his sleeping partner. When the doubt crept it, when Adrien was unsure of where they were headed, it drove him away. Things had been fine enough lately. The little nomadic duo had been comfortable enough living off scraps of left over encampments. It felt good and right, as right as the end of the world could be. It wasn't until they had reunited that Adrien had felt that doubt in the corners of his mind.

TK Cooper was unsuspecting like that.

TK and Chuck had been as thick as thieves in the world before. It was their personalities, kind and soft, that made them so similar. There was an edge to TK, however. Chuck could be too soft when it came to a fight. TK, however? TK did what needed to be done, no questions asked. It was the one thing Adrien admired for him. TK covered any spot that Adrien could possibly fill.

Adrien shouldered his pack, about to leave, when he heard the voice from behind him, "What do I tell Mams when he asks why you left?"

He stopped, turning his head to look over his shoulder. The outline of TK Cooper sat up, using a stick to poke the dying embers of the fire. "Teeks...I..."

"You what, Adrien?" TK questioned again, "You'd do this to him? Just up and leave in the middle of the night?"

"I'm doing this because I c-"

"You care?" TK scoffed, "Ya have a funny way of showing it! Do ya know how badly you almost broke him last time? Hm?"

Adrien turned to face TK, "What would he need me for, hm? He's got you, mate!"

TK stood, his height towering over Adrien's, crossing over to the shorter man. Adrien bristled, ready for the fight he was sure was coming. Instead, TK wrapped his gangly arms around Adrien, "You dolt! He's not the only one who needs you! It's me and you and him against the world! Not or!"

Adrien seemed to melt into the other man's chest, letting his shoulders sag, "You mean..."

"Can't defend him on my own," TK laughed, looking down at Adrien, "now c'mon. Let's get back to bed. Least we'll be packed in the morning."

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Febuwhump Day #16: Came Back Wrong

Febuwhump 2024 February 16th, 2024 Came Back Wrong Chuck Mambo/Adrien Pike (OC)

Four hours.

Adrien Pike had stood on the dock behind the small Bardsey home he shared with his husband Chuck Mambo for four hours now. Not that Adrien was aware of that. The winter weather always seemed to change something deep within Adrien that Chuck couldn't explain to this day. Deep down, he knew it had something to do with the night that the House of Black had taken him from this world, had given Adrien the gift of control of the waters.

A gift that Chuck swore was a curse in moments like this.

The morning air was chilled and Chuck couldn't help his own shiver as he padded out to the dock, standing just behind his beloved. "How ya feeling there, Adri?"

"I'mfine," Adrien mumbled, voice low and slow as he gazed out to the skyline. He didn't look back at Chuck, made no acknowledgement of Chuck's arrival other than his mumbled answer.

"It's cold, Cap'n. How 'bouts we go in and I make us a nice breakfast?" Chuck moved to stand by his partner's side. He slowly, carefully, slid Adrien's hand into his own. He only wanted his partner to feel safe, to feel warm.

𝐓𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

"Want to stand here," even Adrien's voice sounded stilted, frozen. Gone was the warmth and mirth that Chuck had fallen in love with. Adrien was normally so soft, so friendly. This version of him was wrong. "Want to watch the waves."

Chuck gave a small nod, pressing in closer to Adrien's side, his brow furrowed in worry. Adrien was cold to the touch and for the life of him, Chuck couldn't figure out if the cold was just the Bardsey weather or if it was his beloved's nature temperature now. In the long run, Chuck supposed it didn't matter.

This was his Adrien and he would do anything for him.

[bamsara]

I love writing again. Except for that One Paragraph

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Yiling Band Tour!

[the-meme-monarch]

edit: woe finished version upon ye here⬅️

YAY im either. 1/3 or 1/2 way though now i think

delilah and shrimpo are my favorite characters. the animatic is Not about Either of them but I kinda didn’t want to just post the video on its own since it’s Not Done Yet

[wolfienation]

"when did agatha realize he's wanda's son?"

in that moment. in that very last moment. excellent face acting by kathryn hahn because you see the second the pieces click into place. what pieces are those?

he's powerful enough to break a spell cast by the scarlet witch. he knew exactly where to find her in westview, which he would know because billy was right there when wanda cast the spell. in this episode he is able to say the name nicholas scratch further confirming rio's statement "that boy isn't yours". and, in that last scene, he very much sounds like a naive hero, which was how agatha viewed wanda for the majority of wandavision. he says he doesn't want to be that kind of witch, he doesn't want to hurt people, he doesn't want to kill anyone to further his own agenda.

and in that last moment, her behavior shifts because he's no longer just this kid she has been looking out for. he's wanda's son.

[thatone-highlighter]

I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.

[moonsun2010]

5 June - The Dracula Drought begins

a redraw of this art from DD2023!

[canisalbus]

Sighthounds are so sleepy by nature it just makes Machete even funnier that poor guy must be absolutely EXHAUSTED beyond regular standards. The greyhounds around him are baffled that he stays up all night working.

[deerspherestudios]

Will Vida’s death ever be mentioned in Mushroom Oasis?

Genuine spoilers below!

No direct mention, but you might be able to piece it together yourself as to when it happens in one of the planned endings.

[openshanklygates]

I Could Have Lost You

Whumpril 2024 April 2, 2024 SWEAT Mark Haskins/Vicky Haskins Main Verse

With a jolt and a labored gasp, Mark Haskins woke with a start. It was the nightmare again. For the last week, for every week since Flash had ended up turning his back on him, the nightmares had been gradually reoccurring. It wasn't that he remembered much of that day. One moment he had been standing in the bar, laughing with Vicks and a few other friends. The next, he was coming to on the floor of the bar, paramedics asking questions and the look on his wife's face.

It was that look on her faced that had caused Mark to wake up in a cold sweat. he had never forgotten that look of absolute fear on his wife's face, had never forgotten the absolute terror in those tear-soaked emerald eyes.

Mark slowly peeled back the sweat stained covers as he sat up in bed, attempting to get up without waking up his sleeping wife. He had just swung a leg over the side of the bed when he heard the soft, "Where are you going, love?"

Mark looked over to see Vicky facing his side of the bed, her red hair haloed around her head. She was soft in the early light of the morning, a far cry from the woman who accompanied him to the ring night after night. He swung himself back into bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Was going to stretch my legs, Vicks. Go back to sleep, love."

"You're having them again, aren't you?"

Mark took a slow, measured breath, "Vicks...I..."

Vicky moved a strand of his sweat soaked hair out of his face with red-painted nails. She cupped his bearded cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, "You don't have to lie to me, pup. A man doesn't wake up barely able to breathe for no reason."

He gave her a sheepish look, "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"Only a little," Vicky gave a soft smile, scratching his beard with her long nails. They laid like that for a moment, the silence between them a comfortable one. His heart rate had started going down, Vicky's presence always seemed to calm him like that. "You're alright. See, pup?"

"You know I still don't remember that day?" he softly informed, resting his forehead with hers, "I...I'd never ask you to talk about it...but..."

It was Vicky's turn for silence. Her brow furrowed in worry as she recalled exactly what had happened that day. "We were talking. Was me, you, and-"

"You don't have to say their names," Mark comforted, one of his calloused palms resting itself inside of hers. The event was hard enough to recall without thinking of the friend who had betrayed them so badly.

"Well, we were talking," Vicky began slowly, swallowing thickly, "and then you just stopped and collapsed. We...we called the paramedics and they said that...that your heart just...stopped."

"My heart couldn't have stopped," Mark shook his head in protest.

"Mark it's what they-"

"But you were okay. How could my heart have stopped when you were just fine?"

[grizzledyoungimpact]

The Need To Protect

Whumpuary 2024 January 17-18 2024 Make It Stop/Restrained/Hair Grabbing Alarick Bane (OC), Maddox Lovell (OC)/Harlow Fischer (OC) Slight AU

A loud snarl tore through Alarick Bane's throat as he attempted to pull himself free of the grasp of the man who called himself Bullit. This wasn't fair, none of this was fair. He had been so close to being able to help Maddox finally take on the threat that was Spike Trivet and Dominatus Regnum, so close to evening the odds that had been stacked against The Lykos Gym.

All it had taken to stop him was a shot with the elegantly crafted silver head of the cane Spike Trivet had started to carry.

Since Harlow had managed to win Super Strong Style 16, Spike Trivet had made it his goal in life to ruin the shitwolves chances at ever taking the title. There had been plenty of back and forth between the two men. He remembered, sadly, the end of the first match between Spike and Maddox, the pain of seeing someone he considered a little brother having something so precious stolen. Maddox's wife had done her best to hide his face that day, as had their little shitwolf brother Harlow. All four had sworn to make a game plan the next time Harlow decided to take what he deserved from Spike Trivet.

Today was supposed to be that second chance.

Both men had put something important on the line. For Spike Trivet, who months ago had lost the Progress World Championship to Will Ospreay, it was his place in the world. If Spike lost, he would allow himself to be tossed into a hospital ward for his ever faltering mental health. For Maddox it was his mask, his identity as the man known as Kid Lykos. Both Harlow and Maddox had executed their part of the plan with little issues.

Alarick hadn't been so lucky.

The affliction to silver had been his downfall. Since Super Strong Style 16, Spike had been carrying his new cane as a signifier of his wealth. The head of it was carved out of silver to resemble a howling wolf in order to mock the Lykos Gym. Alarick had been mid-fight with Charlie Sterling on the outside when he had been spun to face the larger Bullit and cracked in the skull with the weapon.

Now here Alarick knelt, forced to watch the action in the ring. He snarled as he tried to struggle, but the strike had left him weak. Now all he could do was try his best to get free as the referee's hand landed for the three count.

For Spike's win.

"That's because of you," snarled Bullit in Alarick's ear, "long live Dominatus Regnum."

[fairene]

my woman / ln4 sneak peek

established r. lando norris x f!reader

warning ⋯ language, alcohol use, a bit of fighting, tension, eventual smut.

a/n ⋯ i'm not dead..loll....lando plans to propose.

the drive back to the villa was thick with tension, the silence between you a heavy, suffocating thing. the soft hum of the car engine filled the void where your laughter usually lived, but tonight, it felt more like a reminder of the distance growing between you. lando’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale, the faint glow of the dashboard illuminating his face in fractured shadows. he kept glancing at you, his lips parting as though he wanted to say something, but each time, he stopped himself.

you stared out the window, the blur of greece’s moonlit coastline passing by in streaks of silver and blue. your arms were crossed, your posture stiff, but inside, you were unraveling. you could feel his gaze on you, the weight of his silence pressing against your chest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. not yet. not when your emotions were still a storm threatening to spill over.

when the car pulled up to the villa, you didn’t wait for him to cut the engine. the door clicked open, and you stepped out without a word, the gravel crunching beneath your heels as you walked toward the house. lando fumbled to unbuckle his seatbelt, calling out your name softly, like a lifeline he was desperate to hold onto.

“wait,” he said, his voice trailing after you, but you didn’t stop. the door swung open under your hand, the cool air of the villa rushing to greet you as you moved inside, each step echoing against the quiet walls.

“please, talk to me,” he tried again, his footsteps quickening behind you as you ascended the stairs. his voice was pleading now, the vulnerability in it twisting something deep inside you, but you didn’t stop. you couldn’t—not yet.

his heart was pounding, each step feeling like he was racing against time, against the unbearable thought of you slipping away. don’t go, he wanted to say, the words clawing at his throat, but they stayed there, unspoken. instead, he reached for the bannister, his palm slick with nerves, as he chased after you.

you reached the bedroom first, the door creaking softly as you pushed it open. the room, normally a haven of warmth and comfort, felt different tonight—colder, emptier. you stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind you, not bothering to turn on the light. the moonlight spilling through the curtains was enough.

your bag landed with a dull thud on the floor as you made your way to the bed. sitting on the edge, you leaned back, your legs hanging off the side, the soft fabric of the duvet cool against your palms. you stared up at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling with the weight of everything you wanted to say but couldn’t.

lando hesitated at the door, his hand hovering over the handle. he could hear the faint sound of your breathing through the wood, steady but strained, and it made his chest ache. he swallowed hard, summoning the courage to face the storm he knew he’d helped create.

when he finally opened the door, the sight of you—bathed in moonlight, your face unreadable—hit him like a blow to the chest. you looked so far away, even though you were right there, just a few steps ahead. it terrified him, the thought of losing you, of this being the moment you slipped through his fingers for good.

“i…” his voice faltered, and he took a step inside, the door clicking shut softly behind him. “i don’t know how to fix this,” he admitted, his words trembling. “but i’ll try. i’ll do anything.”

you didn’t look at him, your gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “it shouldn’t have to feel this hard,” you said quietly, the words cutting through the space like glass.

“i know,” he said, taking another tentative step closer. “i’m sorry. for all of it—for tonight, for making you feel like you weren’t enough. you are enough. more than enough. you’re everything.”

your breath hitched, the raw emotion in his voice chipping away at the walls you’d built during the drive home. you turned your head slightly, finally meeting his gaze, and the look in his eyes—the desperation, the regret, the love—made your chest tighten.“then show me, lando,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “show me i’m not just someone you can lose in the crowd.”

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[buckysm]

THE DINER

TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!!

(WORK IN PROGRESS!!!! NEXT NEXT ➡️➡️➡️ UP)

(SUMMARIES AND MOOD-BOARDS PRONE TO CHANGE!)

FEATURING!!! DARK CONTENT- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT - DEPENDENT TOXIC RELATIONSHIP - YANDERE! READER- STALKER ASSASIN READER- BDSM- KILL ANYONE FOR YOU (BUT MAKE IT BOTH OF THEM)- BLOOD AND GUTS AND SEX AND!!!! TRAUMA AND AND NON HEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS (MURDER)—

AVENGER BUCKY x HYDRA ASSASIN READER

[thereweredragonshere]

Art progress!! First one is from May of 2024, second one is from the past week or so

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

mermaid penelope who just seen pirate Morgan 😔IF YOU HAVE THE EARS TO HEAR