#I see a pattern emerging

[cluescorner]

Every other harbinger: My coworkers are fucking insane and I hate them. I'd probably have killed them by now if we weren't on the same side. Why in the fuck am I forced to put up with these selfish, pathetic, obnoxious imbeciles?!!!

Capitano: *Exists*

Every other harbinger: omg Capitano

[brokenphoenix99]

January, March and April haven't been shared before. January and April are wips that I started and haven't touched again, (but oh, I want to now!)

Tup (March) was my first ever finished trooper 🥹 but I was too nervous to share.

September was by FAR my busiest... I felt SO inspired by CohawkWeek2024 and completed a whopping 7 pieces!! I'm in shock! The Mermaid AU was my favourite 🥺

Heading into 2025, I want to participate in more fandom events/weeks/bingos, I want to draw more Keldabe Kisses (no surprise!) and MAYBE even try some spicy art 👀 🤭😈

Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented, or reblogged and cheered me on with your super kind words. 🥹 You've all been so lovely and said the NICEST things <3. Happy 2025!

[crystal-cliffs]

Back from the grave to introduce Wanderer for my MLP AU

Free Spirit (formerly Scornful Skirmish) is a Royal Kirin, however unlike Royal Kirin and normal Kirin he cannot turn into a nirik simply due to the composition of his body being artificial in nature. So no angry fire form for him unfortunately.

His cutie mark is the electro sigil with no talent attached as being a puppet he doesn’t have the innate magic to cause such a phenomenon. On the subject of that Free Spirit is unable to preform complex feats of magic without the aid of the electro gnosis for similar reasons.

And here’s the tag <3: @secondoftheeleven

[lazuli-starlight]

One thing I noticed about different versions of Arlee I have written (Goblin, Firecracker, Adminverse Sec’s Arlee) is that they are all too willing to fling themselves into situations where they know that death is a possible outcome.

And the thing is, it isn’t even that they think “nah, I’d win” despite their impulsive and prideful attitude. And I’m not sure it’s about having a deathwish. I just think that they love the idea of going down in a blaze of glory. Like, they would much rather a short but exiting life over a long but boring (stable) one.

That, and even if they know they have gotten themselves into a situation where their mouth has written checks they can’t cash, they would literally rather die than back down.

When Arlee is living with Sec, they rein in this part of themselves for her sake. Arlee is at least aware enough of how much her getting hurt would mess Sec up.

But, I noticed that across universes, once Arlee’s relationship with Sec deteriorates enough, she very much stops caring too much about her own safety.

[junewild]

god i’m so glad i’m getting drinks w my best ex this week i need his advice about an Issue i’m experiencing that i can’t talk to anyoneeeeee else about

[givehimthemedicine]

every "one" spoken in Stranger Things: Season 1

you know how there are a few instances of "one" in ST dialogue that make you go "ohhh" knowing what we know now? l thought I'd just put all of them together and see if there are any interesting ones I missed. definitely not saying every single one of these is an "ohhh", this is literally just every hit I got on a transcript search.

fave so far is Hopper saying "mind if I borrow this one?" when stealing that guard's keycard. why would you say it like that 🤨

[dewprisms]

I work so much now that ever since i took a promotion the majority of my dreams have just been about being at work.

Ever since last year during the mass tornado outbreak I started having nightmares about tornadoes coming.

And some nights I have dreams where both happen.

I already was having trouble having dreams like I used to but now its just. this.

[joelletwo]

v like i think tfa is. offffffffff the ones i know. the only one to pull off the 'the [segment of] autobots [that we follow as main characters] are radical scrappy underdogs w egalitarian politics' that ppl seem to want tfone to be (???*). and thats. through the plot of. they dont START OUT that way. they come to that position thru having values that keep having friction with and being-reshaped-by-as-a-result the society theyre embedded in. and deciding that society is fucked up. and having all sorts of fucked up beliefs to get rid of and stop acting out themselves. that they dont manage to do in the time allotted by the plot** and the real-world cancellation lol. they end the show still pretty shitty <- AND AINT WE ALL

[catbycoded]

i really enjoy how the last scene of viktor and jayce has inspired people to explore color palettes and markmaking. in recent years the fully blended artstyle has become very popular, and there is an indefinite beauty in it, but it becomes repetitive at times. seeing this BEAUTIFUL hand-drawn scene inspire people to expirament with patterns and designs in their pieces just pushes my theory that the show is sparking a new unique renaissance within the art community. keep expiramenting! keep being inspired!!!

[bugsbenefit]

oh i will be so insane when i actually get to watch that 2 minute video trust

[dmitryanya]

i love that ppl associate certain franchises/films/characters with me it makes my heart so so stupid happy

[writing-with-gremworm]

A Strange Rabbit and a Lazy Lion

Notes: - Rabbit Shifter OC (Male) - Probably won't be finished

I don’t know how long this is going to last. I managed to befriend someone who has helped me so far. But for how long? Even though I am so unsure, I want more than anything to stay here. To keep being friends with Leona. So what should I do if I get caught here? My head is pounding. Did I use too much magic? Before I can think of the answer someone breaks my fall and my eyes close despite my wishes. Through the blur and darkness, only a glimmer of silver against black graced my vision. What was going to happen to me now?

– I pace around the burrow, trying to work up the courage to join the other mages and warriors at the harvesting grounds. Unfortunately, I find myself too anxious to even go through the exit. I sigh and head deeper into the burrow to access the archives of magic again. Whenever I get stressed I like to read magic theories from my ancestors. In the archives, there is a space where I can practice magic too. The walls ensure that any excess energy won’t escape and reap havoc on the rest of the burrow. My siblings say I’m the best mage, but I don’t think I am. All bunnies are capable of using some level of magic, I just happen to be good at retaining the information from the archives in addition to what little magic I have. While looking around the archives I find a book I had never seen before. It was written by the fae, so the words were a bit tricky, but somehow I knew what it said. After reading through the spell a few times I envision it as described and successfully summon the gateway that was described in the book. After a bought of excitement, I close the gateway and read through as much of the book as I can. After I calm down sufficiently I place the book back and rush to join the others in the harvest. As I exit the burrow I shift into my rabbit form so I can travel more quietly. Hopping quickly I reach the harvesting grounds. It is filled with all kinds of produce, and a strangely large amount of slime. Since I joined late I get to work eliminating as much slime as I can with directed showers of salt. Or at least I would have started doing that if I wasn’t dragged into the ground by shadowy hands upon my arrival at the harvesting grounds. The space I was pulled into was dark but soft. It isn’t wet so it’s not likely to be something's mouth, and it’s not warm so it’s probably a bed or a cushioned box. My suspicions about it being a box are confirmed when it opens and I have a chance to escape. I take a breath and realize that as a bunny, I have the best chance of sneaking out of here. My humanoid form is more cumbersome even if it has more useful hands.

Tens of floating boxes decorate the room and a mirror sits in the center. The entire room is shrouded in a sense of darkness. It feels eerily similar to some of the creatures that plague the harvest land.

I manage to spot a doorway and dart out into the halls. The halls are long and dark. The floors are lined with stones where the floor would meet the wall. Green lamps and torches create the only ambient light in the shadowy corridors. After hopping quickly through the strange place I find a courtyard. It isn’t the outside, but the trees may provide a good space to figure out where I can go.

As I approach the tree I feel the sense of dread starts to sink in. I’m in a dark shadowy place, filled with eerie mutters and I don’t know where I am. The transition was instant, so how was I somewhere completely unfamiliar? Was it a teleportation or summoning spell? Why would someone summon a plain old rabbit? I find myself paused at the base of the tree for a moment before I hear footsteps in the distance.

Before they can get too close I dart into a separate set of hallways and after what feels like an endless sprint, I find myself in a greenhouse. I can’t even remember how much of that sprint was spent inside or how I left the shadowy corridors, but something about the diverse array of plants makes me feel at home.

Against my better judgment, I lay amongst some of the plants and sob quietly. I know that I will probably be found here, but I can’t move anymore. I’m tired and scared, and I want to go back to the archives. If only I could go back to reading, writing theory, or doing research. I don’t want to be in the unknown outside world alone. I hold my breath once I hear some movement and I listen closely.

“Of course, you would be here. Did you skip classes? You know that Professor Crewel is going to be upset right?” A somewhat high-pitched mischievous voice asks playfully.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll give me your notes anyways.” A deeper, tired voice states with a low sigh. “I mean yeah, but that’s because you pay me well.” “I don’t think that was in question. So why are you here?” “You’re the dorm leader, so we need you back at the dorm.” “Why? Is it something you need me for?” “If I take care of it will you give me a bonus?” “… Sure, whatever.”

“Thanks, Boss! You’re the best.” With that, the mischievous one scampers off as quickly as he had arrived. I take a deep breath and realize that in holding it for so long I had begun to feel a bit faint. That was quickly mended by the immediate anxiety of a lion man pushing aside the plants around me and staring directly at me.

“What is a rabbit doing here? You do realize you’re probably going to be eaten right?” The tired lion raises a brow and scoffs. I blink a few times before I can force out a word.

“Yes,” I state wondering if he’d even be able to understand me in turn. “Oh? Then why are you here?” He understood! “Kidnapped.” I manage to sputter out after a few moments of silence. “Kidnapped? Do you mean you were caught?” “Shadow hands.” I try to explain but realize that the few words I could say would not help me here.

“Shadow hands?” I nod a bit and panic when he suddenly picks me up, “You don’t have any sense for your own survival do you little herbivore?” I look around and squirm a bit before giving up when I realize that it would solve nothing since his grip is strong. His muscles were well-defined, and despite his tiredness, an aura of authority oozed from him.

“Help?” I say though it comes out as more of a question than a plea or a statement.

“Why would I help you?” I look down and think, but nothing comes to mind. I’m small and weak, there is no reason that a lion would help a rabbit. I think back to some of the books I read and decide to repeat one of my favorite passages from ‘The Tales of Dragons Lost’.

“In every being, there is an innate power. If you snuff the light from the one you do not know, how will you ever define the power they held? How will you know their impact? The dragons speak of gold and fortunes, but in their destruction of what bothers them, they forget the abilities of man. A being so small to them, yet so determined in its pathetic nature, is one that can even annihilate the Dragon Lord. So tell me, my lord, are you going to brush off the advances of the humans because they are weak?”

At some point when reciting the pleas of Countess Vigourrus I shift back into my more humanoid state to enhance the speech a little. If he is surprised that I am, in fact, not just an ordinary bunny, then surely he’ll help.

“What was that? Weren’t you shaking in your boots earlier? Also, aren’t you a kid? You shouldn’t be here on campus.” “What?” I blink a few times. He was completely unphased. “Kid, let me bring you to a teacher so they can get you home.” “Wait no. Kidnapped. Kidnapped.” I start a bit panicked, repeating the fact I was kidnapped to emphasize that I don’t know who I can trust.

“Ah, you did say that, didn’t you? Well, that’s another reason to get you home.”

“Not simple. Instantaneous. Dragged um. I was.” Ack, why can’t I use full sentences? This is so annoying, “Paper. Paper.” I repeat to no effect.

“Alright kid, let’s get you to a teacher.” As he starts to walk with me in his arms I panic and shift back into a bunny. His quick reflexes ruin my escape and he holds onto me.

“Please,” I say simply, trying to grate at him enough he’ll listen if I can’t convince him. He pauses and sighs, clearly annoyed by my insistence.

“Look, kid. The teachers here have a job of keeping students safe. I mean the principal sucks at his job sometimes, but they’re not going to have been responsible for whatever brought you here. And you can’t stick with me.”

“Why not? I can be small. I can be quiet. Until I know.” I state a bit proud I managed to say four whole sentences. Or well, maybe full sentences. Certainly four phrases.

“It’s bothersome.” That’s it? I mean understandable, but it’s still an annoying reason.

“I can be small, I can be quiet, and I won’t ask you for anything I don’t need,” I say confidently. The only thing I need is to be taken care of. I can find books and listen in on conversations on my own. Besides this, I have an array of magic that I can use for little things even if I am not taken care of properly.

“Kid. If I keep you a secret it’ll become a big problem for me. I have no reason to help you just because you say that you can be small or quiet. Now let’s go.” I look around and sigh. There was going to be no way to convince him, so I needed to plan an escape. It would be unlikely for me to catch him by surprise since in my panic I already revealed I could shift between a bunny and a humanoid form.

If I pretended to sleep, would I be able to sneak away when I was put down? I don’t even know where I am, and if I’m going somewhere where I’ll be locked away or eaten then I’d be in bigger trouble. For now, I have to stay alert since I don’t know enough about the situation. I will also reserve my remaining energy since I’ll need every bit of it in an emergency.

[ianthewife]

tagging w no pressure of course @captainamsel @ponyatowski @molarcupcake @floweroftheforest

Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!

[archcr]

Natasha and Thor. Go for it.

suggest two people for Clint to have a threesome with !

GO FOR IT INDEED - someone’s sure as shit gonna get hurt ( he has a feeling it’ll be him ) but here’s to a mental image currently in his mind that already suffices to have him zone out into a different timeline .

“ not sure if Thor’s ready to be put in his place . and I absolute do not mean by me . ” don’t mind the dumbass grin on his face . no doubt whatsoever that Nat would run the show . “ but good lord , sign me up .”

[glorious-blackout]

Hello back/night-shift my old friend... 🙃😴

[kaiist]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Stepping through the door of his apartment, Xavier freezes at the sight of you curled up on his couch. The dim light of the entryway casts long shadows across your sleeping form. His eyes soften as he approaches on silent feet. For a moment, he simply stands there, studying your peaceful face. He carefully removes his jacket and places it over your shoulders.

“You’re here,” he murmurs. A half-empty cup of tea sits on the table—long gone cold. His fingers hover over it briefly, a subtle furrow appearing between his brows. He hadn’t expected you to be here since you didn't text him anything besides ‘take care!’ a few hours ago.

“See you in the morning,” he whispers, brushing hair from your face. The exhaustion starts to catch up with him from the mission. Xavier settles on the carpeted floor, content to watch over you until morning—with his hand holding yours, and his head resting beside you.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

The apartment is quiet when Zayne unlocks the door, shoulders heavy with fatigue after the unexpected emergency surgery. His steps falter when he spots you asleep on the couch, the book still open on your lap. Quietly removing his coat, he approaches with quiet steps, taking in the scene with a mixture of slight exasperation and fondness.

“I told you not to wait,” he mutters, though there’s no real reproach in his tone. He marks your place in the book before setting it aside. Then, he lifts you with careful hands—the same hands that saved a life hours earlier—and carries you to bed. As he tucks you in, he smiles before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You never listen,” he whispers, affection evident in his voice despite his words. Before joining you, he retrieves a small candy from his pocket, and places it on your side of the pillow as a silent gesture of appreciation.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

Rafayel bursts through the door, ready to regale you with how annoying the people were or how stuffy the place was or how the traffic wasted his time on the way. His entrance halts abruptly when he spots you asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off while waiting for his return.

“Oh? What’s this?” he teases softly, though you can’t hear him. He studies you like he’s admiring his art on the canvases, memorizing the way moonlight plays across your features.

“You were waiting for me. How sweet,” he murmurs, gently brushing your cheek, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your skin. He settles beside you, pulling you against his chest without waking you.

“We’ll greet each other properly tomorrow,” he whispers into your hair, joining you to sleep.

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

The door to Sylus’s private residence opens with barely a sound, his commanding presence entering the space with calculated steps. He looks amused when he discovers you asleep on his bed, clearly having attempted to wait for his return.

“What a pleasant surprise,” he remarks quietly. Approaching with silent footsteps, he observes how peaceful you look—a stark contrast to the ruthlessness he demonstrated hours earlier when dealing with a betrayal of his ‘employee’.

“You could have demanded I return sooner,” he settles onto the bed beside you, careful not to disturb your slumber, “I would have obliged.”

His admission comes easily even in your sleep. He props himself up on one elbow, content to simply watch the rise and fall of your chest, the slight flutter of your eyelids as you dream. His fingers hover above your cheek but don't make contact—reluctant to wake you.

It’s not his time to sleep yet, but his other work can wait.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

The gathering continues in full swing, but Caleb’s attention has shifted entirely to you, noticing your struggle to keep your eyes open despite your polite attempts to hide your exhaustion.

He calls his adjutant to escort you home safely. You protest immediately, reminding him of your plans to watch a movie together later—the one you've been talking about all week. Your resistance only softens his expression momentarily.

“The movie will still be there when I return,” he whispers. “I won’t be long.”

An hour later, he enters his place quietly. He pauses at the doorway, taking in the sight before him—you’ve fallen asleep on the couch, the television still playing the opening menu of the movie you had insisted on watching while waiting. A spread of snacks remains largely untouched on the coffee table.

He chuckles quietly before lifting you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carries you to bed, whispering, “I have a day off tomorrow. I promise we’ll do anything you want.”