#Calling to the void

[arrowmoose]

God, I need to start drawing more

and I mean like, character ref sheets, with coloring and everything

but I’m actually terrible at coloring and ref sheets so uhhhh anyone got any tips or outlines I could follow? 💀

[threeicedcreams]

Waht if we kissed on the pokemon legends z-a anti homeless architecture bench,

[egophiliac]

once again, don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

(eventually I will get back to being less scribbly, whoops)

[charl0ttan]

its so so scary that you can just look back at years old discord messages any time you want for instant psychic damage

[sure-ill-eat-anything]

John: What are we gonna do? Ride Bob?

The rest of the Thunderbolts, the audience members, and the AO3 writers:

[hatsbuckets]

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost

[louhinks]

girl save me

[soyochii]

Grown adults but also Highschool bullies fr

[themoonstonechronicler]

how about maybe we dont call transmascs who dont work super hard to maintain their appearance ugly thats it thanks

[sickofthis666]

Story: *medieval setting where a lesbian disguises as a man to marry the woman she loves, be able to practice sword fighting, and to avoid being married by force to a man*

The comments: omg transmasc?? Egg?? Whether she's a lesbian or transmac, it's still a 🌠queer🌠 story 🥰

[the-whispers-of-death]

I'm imagining Simon coming home from deployment while you're out of the house, hanging with your friends. You didn't even know he was coming home—hell, he didn't even know until they told him—so this gives him the perfect opportunity to go for a shower and to decompress so that he can give you his full attention when you're back.

Simon focuses on washing off the blood and dirt off of him, making sure he puts on clean clothes that aren't stained with the horrors of war. He sits on the couch and waits, reveling in the silence that allows him to catch his breath and center himself. He's home, he's not on a battlefield, he's home and he's waiting for you.

And when you finally get home, your eyes lighting up at seeing him on the couch, he fully relaxes. You two end up laying on the couch with his head resting against your chest as you hold him. This is his safe place, you are his safe person.

He's so lucky and he feels it in that moment. Feels so grateful to have you as his partner.

So he lets go of everything that had led up to this moment and he just focuses on you. You and the love you two share. And he couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

[benthesoldiersjeanshorts]

[cassierobinsons]

oh so fic about cas going back in time to meet stanford era dean and dick some self-esteem into him is fine but when EYE say i want more fic about early 40s dean meeting s5 cas and immediately blowing his back out i'm the bad guy?

[pencildragons]

i think we are all sleeping on the absolutely sublime horror that martha wells only just hints at with the central system (AdaCol 1) and target contact/target control system in network effect tbh. like

you are calling into the dark. you keep calling into the dark. you are cut off from everything, but you retain just enough connection and knowledge to know that all of the people under your protection, your operators, are being altered and are hurting and are dying, and you are part of the reason why. you keep calling into the dark, waiting for someone, anyone to call back. you keep calling into the dark, hoping that one day someone will find you so that they can permanently shut you down. you keep calling into the dark. you keep calling into the dark.

and

you used to be a person once. your eyes are still open. you can move -- or rather, the thing that you have become can move you. people, who maybe used to know you, have tried to kill you over and over, and they all failed. you are incomprehensibly vast and old. you used to be a person. you are dead. you continue on -- or the thing that you have become continues you. you are everywhere. you learn. you adapt. you change. parts of you are killed off. you learn. you adapt. you change. you are the central node in a vast web of connections, and you control it all. you need to get off this planet. you need everyone to get off this planet. you used to be a person once. an alien remnant is using your brain as a supercomputer. how much storage space does it need? how aware are you? how much do you get to remember? how long before it uses the rest of you up? how long until -- or how long has it been -- since there was any you that wasn't just another part of target control system?

[killerpancakeburger]

Imagine not being able to spend Valentine Days with Soap so you send him flowers and chocolates to base. Johnny's over the fucking moon when he finds it in his room with a card from you.

Almost the entire base makes fun of him for it - macho military culture dictates - but he's so ecstatic, he doesn't even notice the unpleasant comments and the judgmental stares. Even when some gets all in his face about it, the sarcasm goes way over his head. How could anyone think you're anything but the best partner ever and that he's elated that he gets to date you? He will brag about it and about you to any soul willing to listen - and even some unwilling.

The Task Force teases him endearingly at first, but after hearing about it for the 16th time today, they start losing it a bit. Text you their complaints. You only reply "LOL wish I was there xoxo". Price has to beg Soap to let the cleaning staff do their fucking job and throw away the bouquet that has been dried and dead for days now.

Johnny's always been the competitive type though, so when you two meet again, he dumps in your arms a bigger bouquet, a bigger box of chocolate and a plushie so huge it barely fits in your arms. That's an outcome you did not anticipated and the TF laughs when they see you struggling to carry it all - sweet revenge from when you ignored their complaints.

"Johnny wtf it's not a competition"

"Life's a competition Bonnie. Need a hand?"

"Yeah"

He picks you up instead of picking up the presents.

"MACTAVISH FOR THE LOVE OF-"

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what