#also not really but ehh

[finncakes]

it's thursday, have another pile of scribbles :) <3

[pa-pa-plasma]

okay look, the real reason that zepotha shit is never gonna be Goncharov (besides it being a marketing ploy) is because Goncharov was treated like a fandom (collaborative including celebrities, built upon over time, openly fictional) & zepotha is treated like a tiktok trend (no collaboration, dies fast, treated like reality recklessly). it doesn't matter if it's interesting or cool or what, they've been built on completely different foundations. you're comparing Spiderverse to Endgame here. hydrogen bomb VS coughing baby. zepotha will never have Lynda Carter & Martin Scorsese's approval.

[celifin]

had a revelation about alhaitham's colors you see

[biblicalhorror]

Aroace Riz real but also Fabian is SO clearly in love with him and Riz has no idea

[icecreampizzer]

So, funny story - this was just supposed to be a sketch, but it turned into a style test which I ended up REALLY getting into. Gene discovers the wonders of fuckin. pen pressure

I got inspired by this post about op knitting a sweater inspired by the art of alexei leonov. And I went woa! Solaris would wear something like this i think

[puppyeared]

your artstyle looks like it would make really cute mlp fanart and its making me want to ask if youve ever drawn mlp characters so here i am

Now I have!

[ravenmoodle]

The Cursed King is rarely without his formal clothes and jewels-

I realized that most of my art of him was in my OC lore animation, so I wanted to do a decent picture of him.

[horseshoemybeloved]

I interrupt my Fababoi doodles to post my angel oc girls but they’re the lesbian and nb flags :3

[zs-starwars]

Look before the War Within starts and Anduin gets to work on his Shadowlands gotten trauma and development I need to dunk on him (affectionate) for a quick second okay?

So in Before the Storm he has this line:

"Her [Sylavnas's] eyes narrowed. Anduin knew she understood the lesson of this day's tragic events. She was not universally loved among her people. He was. She ruled with an iron fist. He ruled with compassion. (pg347)"

Which comparatively sure, fair. Sylvanas has just put a hard, murderous, stop to Calia's first attempt at girlbossing and killed about half the desolate council. Before the Storm is what it needed to be for BfA and beyond.

But I would like to point out that earlier in the book we have this:

"Anduin had been informed that negative sentiment was not limited to his advisors. Guards and Shaw's people had reported that there was muttering in some of the taverns and on the streets. The guards had been instructed to interrupt such conversations if they verged on sedition or grew violent. (pg 248)"

Baby boy that is not universally beloved and ruling with compassion. Lol. Lmao even.

I've scrawled all in my copy with little notes and I have a messy word document with rewrite ideas for this 6 (!) year old book. I am excited to see what we have going on under Silithus. In the end WoW is a video game that needs to keep selling and making new storylines.

[avvail-whumps]

‘guns for hire’ — pinned like a bug #19

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content warnings: multiple whumpers, gun violence, blood, non-con touching (not sexual), lots of blood loss, manhandling, nailed to the ground

The rumbling laughter from Bran was fuzzy to his sensitive ears, riddled with the high ringing through his skull. Leo hadn’t even realised he was screaming himself, hands fisted against the ground and his leg twitching in pain.

The familiar warm liquid soaked through his clothes, the copper taste lingering on his tongue. A whimpery moan escaped his lips as he ground his jaw tightly shut, tears burning his eyes. The big man suddenly swooped down, his meaty fingers winding through his locks of golden hair.

Leo gasped, his back arching in an uncomfortable position as the gun was jammed into his throat. He wheezed painfully, little black spots guarding the edge of his vision.

“Roy ain’t here to sweeten you up no more,” the man grinned, voice like a hiss in his ear. He released his head, and Leo felt his forehead smack onto the floorboards. “He shoulda just killed you. I sure as hell wouldn’t have hesitated to put a bullet in your skull.”

His boot cracked against his shoulder, and Leo felt his stomach lurching as he was hurled onto his back. His leg twisted in agony, and his face crinkled.

“I wanna know what made him keep you,” Bran huffed, reaching for the gun once more. Leo couldn’t see what he was doing through the blurriness encroaching his vision. “Roy ain’t know for keeping pretty trinkets. What, do you keep his bed warm for him?”

The boot came cracking down on the wound in his thigh, and Leo screamed. Static flew across his vision.

Bran scoffed, his brow cocking. “At least you’re entertainin’ when you’re in pain. You’ll keep us busy while the heat dies off.”

He lifted the gun to his other leg, and his finger mercilessly cracked down on the trigger. Another shock of agony exploded in his flesh, and Leo’s skull smacked against the floor as he convulsed from the sheer pressure of the bullet. A shocked scream ached in his throat.

Bran lifted his boot off the first wound, gushing with rivulets of dark, fresh blood, and let it drive into his face instead. His nose throbbed with a numb, aching pain, and he was dazily aware of the blood that had begun gushing from his nose and lip.

“Please...” He whined, copper spreading along his tongue. Bran’s lip curved into a dark smirk.

“Please?” He sneered. “I’m not Roy. Beggin’ doesn’t work on me.”

Leo blubbered in pain, his vision wavering in and out. His heart hammered as he attempted to make use of the shapes and colours around him, but his body seized violently, and he could hardly even move a finger in defence.

Bran tutted, rattling the gun. He was saying something, but Leo could hear nothing but a fuzzy ringing in his ears. He was almost glad when his eyes rolled to the back of his head, allowing him into the sweet arms of unconsciousness.

He was expecting to wake up like normal.

Sore, and scared, but cleaned up and bandaged like the aching wounds on his back. Yet, when Leo cracked open his stinging, puffy eyes, the first thing he registered was that he was still on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

When his muscles tensed automatically, a shrill pain coursed through his legs, and Leo cried out in pain. The torn flesh of his lip became aggravated, sucking in a sharp hiss through the dried blood smeared across his face.

He could still feel the wetness of the blood in his clothes and slicking the floorboards beneath him. A strangled sob caught in his throat, squinting through the blurriness in his vision desperately.

God, he couldn’t move.

The pain in his legs was agony with any little movement, and anytime he lifted his head, a horrible wave of dizziness slammed into him. The amount of blood pooling around him was sickening to even glimpse at, and Leo wasn’t sure how long Bran had left him there, bleeding out on the floor by the kitchen door and the stairs.

His body couldn’t even moisten his eyes, the overwhelming urge to cry crippling him.

There was a small shuffle from next to him, and a voice suddenly rang out.

“Oh man,” Finger sighed, his lip jutting out in annoyance. There was a hammer on his shoulder, gripping between his fingers, and a bag of long, iron nails in the other. Leo wheezed, his rattling breath picking up in a scared hitch. “I really wanted to do this while you were still asleep.”

His bottom lip wobbled as he drew closer, almost pleading with him.

“Pl...”

“Shh,” Finger smiled, and bent down to his level with an amused glint in his eyes. He straddled Leo’s waist, making his legs twitch in agony from the sudden weight. His back arched with a pained gasp, gritting his teeth together. “You were such a pretty picture before, you know.”

Leo jolted when his fingers dug into his cheeks, and squished them without a care for the dried, flaky blood, or his torn lip. He whimpered in pain, eyes fluttering shut.

Finger set the hammer down by his head, and Leo was hyper aware of its presence, chest stuttering up and down.

“I like when things squirm, but I like it a whole lot more when they’re helpless to go anywhere,” he hummed softly, opening up the bag of nails and taking one out. Leo eyed it, his stomach sinking in dread. “As a kid, I’d love to pin little bugs to my board and watch them wriggle. They just looked so cute.”

Finger took the hammer in one hand, and shifted so his knee was digging into the flesh Leo’s arm awkwardly. His entire body set alight with the instinct to thrash and kick him away, but the muscles in his legs were completely seized up, and shifting them made agony explode in his flesh.

His heart began to pound, frantic mumbling noises rising from his uncooperative lips.

“No, no, please,” he begged. “Please, don’t...”

Finger shushed him again, and when the tip of the nail prodded against the flesh of his palm, Leo’s chest jaggedly stuttered with a sob of realisation.

Maybe it was a mercy that he didn’t decide to prolong the torture longer than necessary. The hammer cracked down against the tip of nail in one heavy swoop, and it tore straight through his flesh like ripping through paper. It drove into the floorboards underneath with a bang.

Leo didn’t hear himself scream this time, but he knew that strange, fuzzy noise in his ears was being made by him. Finger was smiling softly to himself, and wasted no time between ragged breaths to do the same with his other hand.

“I would nail your feet too, but...” Finger sighed, tapping the nail lightly and teasingly, jerking in his flesh. “Looks like Bran’s got that part covered.”

A cold shudder wracked through his trembling bones, sweet soaked locks splayed out against the ground. Everything was in agony. Any little movement, every little shocked pulse hurt him. Leo heaved with aching sobs, the stinging reminder of the whips bite on his back nothing compared to the pain and the sickening feeling stirring in his stomach.

Leo’s fingers twitched, smothered in deep red blood, and Finger stepped away from him with an almost proud smile.

For a second time, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He hated that his last coherent thought through the pain had been how badly he wanted Roy to come back.

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[elytrianicarus]

design from last year of my guy green

[dailypearldoodles]

Day 240

The one who walks among the stars and controls the seas

[daiwild]

Its fun and easy to characterize the gang as dumbasses (and I love it) but !!! theyre also so smart !!! like, dumbass smart. Smart enough to get into princeton but also dumb enough to get a b in your own language (looking at you miles). Smart enough to make your own multiverse watch from scratch but also dumb enough to say "take a crap on the establishment i salute you" to a toddler (not that Hobie was wrong for saying bc he's right) Smart enough to be practically flawless and not even need to study but also dumb enough...just dumb enough. Pavitr is so dumb (in a good way).

Spidermen are kind of like jesters. They put on this goofy idiot persona but their minds are always a few steps ahead. I know it doesn't matter much but I see people portray the spider gang as academically unintelligent and like...that's just not them! Spiderman has always been that nerdy character who could and would ramble about advanced science bullshit if prompted!

Lots of dumbass bonding content but not as much "oh these little shits are also child geniuses" bonding content.

[natjennie]

ok I have such a bad memory istg this is just because I don't remember but. is riz canonically aro/ace? I know his whole conversation with his dad was pointing there, but I only vaguely remember that it being "canon" came from.. an adventuring party? of the seven? I don't know if it was officially said somewhere other than that. and not to rain on anyone's parade! but brennan mentioning it out of game without murph even there kind of feels like. not canon. idk something about it always tickles my brain wrong when people talk about it, but I don't remember the specifics of the adventuring party. please someone refer me to more information.