#but i love how it turned out

[bober-san]

I had art colab with @ameliadrawsshit!!! I had sooo much fun and I hope we'll do it again:3

[johankasas]

Ah yes my anual crisis over how I render my art is back! Time to change all my lineart brushes wohooooo!

[fandomsmeantheworldtome]

👀👀👀

[maxyartwork]

i believe i forgot to share it here but i made a whole book for a college project about the MCU (2008-2021) and i think it looks super cool

my professor liked it :)

[lullaebies]

Helaegon prompt: Maelor's egg hatches in the night and they wake up to a little dragon and their youngest laughing jumping on their bed

Oh that's adorable! Let's try <3 I strayed a bit from the dragon being the main focus, and it's kinda divided into two sections; I hope that's fine. -

The crickets sing outside the red bricks of the Keep. Helaena watches quietly as Maelor sits on Aegon's lap, playing with the gold ring on his father's finger. Every now and then, a night like this comes, when Aegon is caught by the children, and is anchored by them in their room. Helaena sits, watching from afar on the bed; it is growing late, but Maelor has been doing his best to keep himself awake and his father engaged. Aegon yawns, half-asleep on the chair. "Twerp," he says crassly, catching the roundness of their son's cheek between their fingers. "You need to go to bed." Maelor brings his hand to Aegon's palm, grabbing it. He shakes his head. "I don' want," he mumbles, leaning onto his abdomen. Aegon inhales quickly; there are circles around his eyes. Helaena almost pities him. She knows the feeling, too. "You need to sleep to grow," Aegon tries again. "It's important."

"Papa's important," the boy retorts. Aegon stills visibly and breathes in. Maelor is soft-spoken, as much as a toddler can be, but his words tend to hit sharp. Helaena rises from the bed. She shouldn't let Maelor see his father freeze like this.

"How about you sleep with us today?" she asks. To some degree, the question is for both of them. If Aegon wants to shy away, then he would find a way to refuse; but it is a firm offer, trying to convince him not to. Maelor would be so happy, if he'll agree.

Aegon looks at her somewhat apprehensively but keeps quiet, looking back to Maelor, whose eyes widen and gleam at the idea as he gasps childishly. "And Eggy too?" he asks. "Eggy?" Aegon tilts his head. "Am I Eggy?" he asks her half appalled at the prospect. Helaena snorts to herself before shaking her head. "You can bring your dragon egg too, Maelor," she clarifies.

"Okay!" He beams, and finally slides off his father's legs, rushing to go get his pale green egg. She watches him go. Aegon melts back into the chair, rubbing his eyes. "Fucking Eggy," he laughs tiredly as his hands run over his face. "Have you done it on purpose?" he asks her. She ponders what to say for a moment before she decides to nod. "Would that be bad?" she asks him back. "He loves his father. What could be the worst of it?" His gaze is unreadable as he thinks. She's sure, he filled his mind with plenty of possibilities, pessimist deep within himself. But it does not matter; some risks are worth taking. He tries to stand up, and his legs almost buckle. "Fuck, My legs are numb."

Still, he goes towards the bed. She thinks he knows he shouldn't run away, too. When a servant returns Maelor, his green and silver egg in his hands, the boy rushes to her and she lifts him onto the middle of the bed. He scoots by Aegon's side, his head against his father's shoulder, and the egg in the middle of them. Helaena blows out the candles in the rooms and comes behind Maelor, bringing a hand to his side as she settles herself against the boy's back. Helaena feels Aegon's hand trying to find a place to settle on their son's side in the darkness. She smiles, and closes her eyes.

-

When the sun rises, she feels as if the mattress is quacking. "Mama!" Maelor yells, so high-pitched she cringes in her place. "Papa!!" he yells even louder, jumping up and down their bed, almost bouncing on Aegon himself. "What..? Maely, sweet, a moment.." she says, the morning still tough on her. But then, she hears some kind of cracklings from behind her son. Her eyes shoot open and she rises to a sitting position. There is a slithering, pale tail coiled around her son's arm. "Mama!! Look at Eggy!" he yells as a small dragon shows its face; pale green with eyes of silverish-grey. The egg hatched? Maelor waited for this for so long. He always asked when it will, when Jaehaera and Jaehaerys went to see Morghul and Shrykos. A stone falls from her heart. She thanks the gods; it's been all too long. "Hey!" Aegon lurches up and awake when Maelor accidentally steps on him. "What are you doing twe-" Maelor shoves the baby dragon right in front of Aegon's face. Aegon nearly falls back in a sharp gasp when the snout of the small beast touches his nose. He catches himself, however, one hand against the bed and the other just inches from their son. The broken egg is between them all, as if the pieces are glimmering rocks on the bed, but Maelor giggles happily as he hugs his dragon. He smiles the widest when the sun from the window falls on him. "Papa, we hatched Eggy!" And Aegon breaks into laughter, himself, and odd smile she hasn't seen in a long time coming across his face. She starts laughing too, the corners of her lips rising naturally when Aegon takes Maelor into a hug. Some risks are worth taking. The hatchling chirps as happily as Maelor; perhaps by that, Aegon would understand some happiness is true, too.

[elven-beckons]

Happy Star Wars day!!!

[luhvxal]

/ finally finished knitting my first sweater /

[frogkingtheorginal]

[fortune-maiden]

Ducks in a row :D

[ofthehands]

The red means I love you

[vince-linder]

The boys are back in town

The three are getting ready for whatever mayhem the next Fixer had for them. ____ Vance belongs to @jasakime Vito belongs to @arczism Vince belongs to me Love you guys <3

[ryekiree]

Kakashi knows exactly how it started.

It isn’t in the regular sparring sessions when there wasn’t any other person to spar with. It isn’t in the dinner invitations during his three-day mission breaks, or the post-mission checkups she does at his apartment once she knows he’s home. It isn’t during that night they gazed at the stars, laughing at the times Naruto fell off the rivers during their travels, singing her heart out to the tunes of today, looking at her, smiling at her as if she were a book he’d been anticipating long enough.

It could have been those, but it wasn’t.

It’s when he sees her cry, when he wants to hold her but he couldn’t. When someone else talks to her, and she happily answers. It’s when he avoids her, thinking that it was better for her, thinking it was better for him too.

But then it’s also when he held her hand just right before she slapped him a second time, as her tears fell asking what she meant to him. It’s when she tried to pull away, telling him to let go, but he didn’t. It’s when he pushed her to the tree in the middle of an autumn garden, capturing her lips, taking her as if he was starved by her. It’s when she answered back by pulling his mask down and pulling him closer.

That’s how it starts: spring in the middle of autumn. A shift. A slight tip in the balance.

It’s then he notices things about her that he hadn’t seen before: the way she lifts the left side of her mouth every time she smirks; the way a small dent appears when she shows her teeth; the way sometimes snorts when she laughs uncontrollably; her little eyebrow dance when she thinks he knows what she means; the way her nails are always neatened every week; the way her eyes change when they meet, like she’s been waiting for him all along to brighten up her day.

He’s never been good at that. He’s never the sun or the moon or even the stars. He’s a dark cloud, the thunder, the rain. But somehow, Sakura had said he isn’t any of those.

“What are you talking about?”

“You aren’t any of those things, Kakashi.”

“What am I then?” He hovers his lips on hers as they lie underneath the autumn cherry blossom tree.

Her eyes change again whenever she is determined to convince him. That night, it turned into emeralds.

“You’re lightning.”‌ Her fingers brush his cheek, gaze not leaving his. “Even in storms, you brighten the skies. Even in chaos, you make me focused on you.”

Kakashi never thinks about it that way. Lightning is chaos itself. Lightning is messy.

“Sakura, lightning kills.”‌ He whispers, and all he gets is a chuckle.

“It recharges hearts, as far as I know. Restarts them.” Even in little debates like this, she always gets to have the last word.

A peck on his lips, and then she embraces him tighter, clinging, placing her head at the crook of his neck. She smells of autumn blossoms, feels like a sighing wind.

It’s then Kakashi realizes how much he doesn’t want to let her go.

[firstdegreefangirl]

Chenford + Look at me, Lucy...

“All it means is that we can focus on catching her accomplice, before he kills anyone else.” Tim emphasizes the word focus, trying to draw Lucy’s attention away from the body lying on the stairs. He knows Nolan had to preserve the scene, but part of him wishes someone would at least close Rosalind’s eyes. At least then, it wouldn’t feel like she’s still watching them, even in death. 

More sirens wail in the distance. He and Grey turn to look, but Lucy stays rooted to her spot.  

“Here come the feds to help,” Grey mutters. Tim knows what he means: The FBI was inevitable on a case of this caliber, but a pissing match isn’t what any of them need today. He lets Grey take point, strolling over to meet the agents getting out of their SUVs; Tim will keep his own officers in line. 

He looks over to Nolan, standing with his arm around Bailey as a crime scene tech swabs blook off his face. Tim can check in with him later. Thorsen in lingering with Angela and Nyla; Tim makes a mental note to keep an eye out and decide if he’d make a strong detective someday. 

Even Smitty is assisting one of the crime scene techs. Everyone is working hard. 

Except Lucy. 

She’s a few steps away now, still exactly where she’d been standing when Tim had started to follow Grey. Her gaze is still locked on Rosalind, like she’s looking for some sort of answer. 

She’s not going to find it here, whatever she’s looking for. 

“Officer Chen,” Tim starts, coming back up beside her. He’s not sure why he takes the professional approach, as if everyone here doesn’t know they’re friends. 

Friends. That’s all, Tim reminds himself firmly as he rests a hand on her shoulder. 

“Lucy.” He tries again when she doesn't respond. This time, he feels her muscles tense under his touch. “Look at me, Lucy.”  

Nothing in all his years of training and on-the-job experience could have prepared Tim for the look on Lucy’s face when she turns around. 

He’s pulled her out of the ground, breathed life back into her lungs, and he’s still not prepared for how lost she looks. Even now, she’s looking through Tim as much as she’s looking at him. 

“Lucy,” he repeats, jostling her slightly. She blinks, then shakes her head slightly and focuses on Tim. “She’s gone.”  

“It feels … easy. Too easy. Just … just like that, one shot. We didn’t even get her.”  

“I know.” And he does. This isn’t the first time he’s felt the bittersweet sting of someone else taking down a suspect he’d been looking for, even if it is the most dramatic. “But it’s over now. She’s over now.” 

“Yeah …" She still sounds distant, so Tim ducks his head to look her in the eyes. 

“It gets better from here,” he says, squeezing her shoulder lightly. “I promise.” 

[pearlescent--skies]

Behold! The Pernese fashion mega-post! I wanted a visual representation of what The Dragonlovers Guide had to say about Pernese clothing, and thought that the other Pern folks on here might also be interested, so here it is!

[fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-liar]

something about Emily Brontë ending with Wuthering Heights, a novel about obsession and revenge and how it does no one good, with Hareton and Catherine - two extremely wronged characters, Hareton especially - rising above their circumstances and getting married just scratches my brain right

[alaztheri]

Samhain

'A faint whisper, beckoning from beyond. Will you answer it?'

Happy Halloween! 🎃 Blessed Samhain! 🎃