#Mo Scott

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Did I spend way too long on this? Yes. Does it still amuse me? Also yes. Will I do it again? Definitely.

Why does this Scott Pilgrim scene work so well for anyone in mxtx? Seriously.

[polychromaic]

returning after a few ages with more winny pilgrim art, except this time it’s tboy swag he/she Ramon/a Flowers 🔥

[nixster627]

Jiang Cheng: I'd like to be your friend.

Nie Huaisang: With benefits?

Jiang Cheng: No benefits.

Nie Huaisang: Worth a shot.

[mogamingthe1st]

3rd Life Designs!!!

Look! It's Season 1!

Also click so you can actually see them lol

Anyways, extra notes:

I don't remember who did skizz w/ the wings sewn into his suit first, someone tell me so I can credit please (I FOUND THE POST it was originally done by (or at least I first saw it from) @sickcroww30)

I had to figure out how to do jimmy not in a superhero costume and I think I did good? Maybe? Also, he has canary feathers, and I think he just has them always after this season, even in other series, and in subsequent seasons he also has wings (that are too small to let him fly)

I strongly headcanon that scar had leg braces made by the other hermits that's all

You might have noticed in my other art that grian's wings changed, and that's intentional! They become more brown and dull as he loses his lives. I personally believe he has complete control over his wings and is just being a dramatic little bitch lol, he also changes them in other series

Also, idk if you can see, but all the dogwarts members have the banner somewhere on them, and Impulse's has stitches right down the center of it :) He is the most underrated 3rd life character just so you know. If you even care.

anyways, here's the versions w/o notes

[r3nthebirb]

Wen Qing, the knife and the bandage. If she mad, she stab

Gotta love the icon herself

[minecraftbookshelf]

I totally am not considering Empires Season 1 AUs

Jimmy, pouting: “Why do I have to get married for the treaty.”

Lizzie, eating breakfast: “Because the Wither Rose Alliance refused anything less than a marriage and I figured you would rather marry one of their allies than one of them.”

Jimmy, sulking: “So obviously I should marry the one we know nothing about bc his brother keeps him home under lock and key.”

Lizzie, spreading jam on a fish filet: “Well if the worst comes to worst and he’s absolutely terrible, at least you can just outlive him. Elves only live like four or five hundred years anyway.”

Jimmy: *opens his mouth*

Jimmy: *closes his mouth*

Jimmy: “How did that plan work out for you, then?”

Seablings: *look at each other*

Seablings: *look at Joel*

Joel, a perfectly normal, garden variety human. Who has inexplicably been married to Lizzie for ~600 years now: “is there something on my face?”

Lizzie: “Point taken.”

Meanwhile, in Rivendell

Scott, who has been relying on his brother’s lava magic to keep him from freezing their whole kingdom over for a long time now: “Oh yes this is going to go so well. We’re going to end up going to war with the Ocean because I accidentally turn the swamp kingdom into an ice skating rink. Excellent diplomacy, brother. You should get a prize.”

[neru-uu]

I finally made this trend

[partiallypearl]

everything changes, but one thing is true, please understand, we'll always be more than a band

[gweelczz]

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 1

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut in pt.2, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Hello everyone! I am Red, I’m new to writing on this app so I hope you all enjoy my stories

—“In my solitude….”

Her voice rang out, bold but sweet being amplified by the silver microphone in front of her. A white mink wrapped around her shoulders with satin gloves to match, her gown cascading to the ground wrapping around her mid arm showing off her collarbones and shoulders. Her dark hair pinned with a side part showing off her sparkling diamond earrings she’s never been seen without.

She gripped the microphone with a ring clad hand, her face expressing an expression of pain and longing. How she longed to be kissed in the darkness of the night and held close to a warm chest as she slept. She hated sleeping alone, the bed was always so cold and too big, loneliness was a heavy cloud hanging over her pouring down sadness as she sang from her heart a song by one of het favorite artists who too understood what it was like to be alone, to crave being desired and wanted.

She quickly wiped a tear bowing her head in defeat succumbing to the emptiness in her heart, she sang once more her voice never wavering no matter how broken she was “In my solitude…”. Her auburn orbs scanned the silvery fogged room as she sang not looking for anything in particular, that is until another set of dark eyes found hers.

They belonged to a fellow woman, her skin, the perfect description of coffee beans. Eyes sparkling underneath the lights filled with curiosity, her shoulders rolled back as she stood her demeanor reeking of power mixed with independence. An arched eyebrow raised at Y/N, those dark eyes wordlessly asking her a question “who are you?”.

Y/N continued to sing to the crowd until her set came to an end. She bowed softly sweetly thanking the crowd before exiting stage left to give the spotlight to her brother Cab Calloway and his band. She made her way over to the bar ordering a drink as the upbeat jazz music rang throughout the club. She tapped her feet to the music glancing around observing her surroundings.

She wasn’t one for big places like this filled wall to wall with people, she was a homebody at heart preferring to stay home with a glass of wine and a good book. She had no interest in sleazy men who couldn’t take no for an answer or men in general for that matter. No no, she wanted to be a woman’s woman.

Y/N sighed to herself turning to face the stage when she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning to her left she prepared herself to cuss out yet another man who didn’t know how to take a hint only for the words to die in her throat.

She rendered herself speechless once she discovered who touched her, she turned coming face to face with the one and only Rosalie Otterbourne. “I.. I um..” she couldn’t bring herself to speak to the beautiful woman who decided to bless Y/N with her presence.

She opened her mouth to try again when she heard it, the sweetest sound she’d ever heard besides music. She’d heard a giggle, a soft giggle rang out from Rosalie’s throat as she stared at the speeches woman. “Cat got ya tongue honey?” She softly laughed slightly throwing her head back as she did so. Y/N thought she was beautiful from afar but she was breathtaking up close. Rosalie smirked at the other holding out her hand “I’m Rosalie, Rosalie Otterbourne niece and manager of the Salome Otterbourne. What’s your name sugar?”

Y/N swooned at the southern accent dripping from Rosalie’s lips, she took the other’s hand gently shaking it with a smile “I’m Y/N Calloway”. Rosalie’s smile faltered a bit at she gazed at the woman in front of her “as in the sister of the Cab Calloway?” Her eyes widening slightly as she spoke.

Y/N slightly chuckled, eyes flickering towards her brother on the stage who was already looking at her with a grin before turning her attention back to Rosalie. “Yes ma’am the one and only” she took a sip of her drink smiling at Rosalie, she noticed she was still holding the other’s hand as she gazed down for a second.

She quickly let go not noticing the way Rosalie frowned at this. Rosalie being the bold woman she is took Y/N’s hand into hers once more as she slid into the seat beside her. “You can hold my hand honey, I don’t mind it one bit especially if it’s a beautiful woman” Rosalie winked at Y/N before she turned her attention to the bartender ordering herself a drink. “Lord knows I shouldn’t drink on the job but a little liquid courage ain’t neva hurt nobody”

Y/N nodded her head in agreement humming as a vocal response. She took this time to take in the beauty next to her that went by the name of Rosalie. Her eyes scanned from her black hair down the black pumps her feet adorned. She knew of Ms. Otterbourne but to see her in the flesh boldly flirting with her was another. Raising her glass to her lips she downed her drink to get some courage before she shot back a flirt herself. “Well you’re one to speak Ms. Otterbourne, I’ve been blessed with the presence of a goddess”

This in turn made Rosalie turn in her seat placinga hand onto Y/N’s knee with a smirk. “Now that’s more like it, how about after my performance we go up to my room and talk as friends, I sure could use one”. Y/N nodded her head agreeing automatically, she wanted this woman and she was hell bent on making Rosalie hers. “Sounds great to me, you blow these people outta the water now ya hear?” Rosalie tilted her head back releasing a laugh while giving Y/N a glimpse of her sparkling teeth. “I shall do just that”

[uncorrectintamed]

Jiang Cheng: [answering the phone] Hello?

Wei Wuxian: It's Wuxian.

Jiang Cheng: What did he do this time?

Wei Wuxian: No, it's me, Wuxian.

Jiang Cheng: What did you do this time?

[nks033]

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[nixster627]

Nie Huaisang: Is Jiang Cheng here?

Wei Wuxian, after Jiang Cheng jumps out the window: You know what? He just left.

Nie Huaisang: Did he?

Wei Wuxian, as Jiang Cheng is reaching through the window for his jacket: ...Yeah, sorry.

[mogamingthe1st]

Based on the end of each season...

(I'm so sorry)

[thelightattheendofthistunnel]

la piaga della gente che nella vita ascolta solo un genere musicale dio ce ne scampi

[minecraftbookshelf]

Quick question about mots, if Scott follows in Joels footsteps and becomes immortal, hows Xornoth gonna take that? And on the flipside, if Scott dosen't become immortal, hows Jimmy gonna take that?

Xornoth is pretty codependent tbh so of the two of them (them and Jimmy) they would take being separated from Scott long-term far worse. Jimmy would be very sad but would carry on and eventually move on. Xornoth would claw themselves back out of the grave to haunt their brother.

(I haven't decided exactly what is going to happen there because I'm not sure which would be more narratively and thematically satisfying but it will be coming up at some point)

I will say though that Joel is just...weird. Like, in general. By all the laws of the Universe. Joel is Joel. The vibes are very strongly "Death came to take him and he very politely said 'no thank you, I have a lot to do and things to build and a wife to love and support' and Death said 'you know what, fair enough! You do you, you funky little man!' and she's been sitting back and watching him just keep living ever since."

[tinytracys]

(Following on from this)