#cw: gun mention

[ao3-shenanigans]

Cringe is dead, I took it outback with a shotgun

I’m making a fursona

[mindsafe]

so many problems could have been avoided if toji just worked at hooters instead of glocking teenagers

[wyverewings]

[mysafetycloset]

banned from bottoming during gunplay scenes for saying shit like "you're so brave. you can do it. I believe in you." and "set me free, hero"

[sasasartblog]

cover // part 1 // part 4 // part 6

[skeletorsims]

"You shouldn't be outside at night, Miss." Red Snake says, as he passes in front of the cottage they have built. "We have been having issues with wolves." "I am perfectly fine, although I appreciate the concern. The light should frighten them off." She replies, folding the shawl she had wrapped around her shoulders and putting it on top of the vegetables she had been gathering. "Surely, you should be careful yourself." "I have my rifle, Miss." She laughs. "So do I." She gestures with her head to the rifle leaning against the produce box, right next to her shawl.

Red Snake nods in response. "That is good. They have been getting more and more brazen recently and I would hate for anything to happen to you." She smiles, returns to the box and grabs her shawl, wrapping it around herself: "I am surprised you are not shepherding me into my house and interrupting my chores!" "I believe you can protect yourself, but I would hate to see any harm come to you." He replies, smiling back at her.

[poetrybyautumn]

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cw: gun mention

How many times have I used a pen

Because I was too afraid

To pull the trigger?

The words ricocheting

Off the page

Faster than bullets

The ink never emptying the chamber

[apocalypta-secundus]

‘ keep your fucking eyes open. ’ [Injured meme: Grimmjow to Lyn]

"They're open, they're open!!" One was shut because she was grimacing in pain, damn did this hurt. Where the hell were the others??? They were all having a celebration, did they just… leave in the face of danger? That was so not cool of them. "You keep your eyes open too, we're making it out of this, it'd make a shitty scar- but we'll make it out."

Lifting her head, she'd look around. No sirens, no one coming… yet. Time was ticking, and they were both in bad shape. "There's no way in hell we're going to die here, not after what we did." It was a good night too, they had many years to go. Lyn was holding on tight, unsure of how to get pressure on Grimmjow's wound. Gut wounds were the worst... let along gunshot wounds to the gut. If they took any longer, both of them would bleed out.

[voidselfshipp]

Moon//knight f/os moodboards

Jake:

Khonshu:

Marc:

Steven:

[indulgentdaydream]

BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BESTIE

what about a tired and very touch-starved jason wakes up at like 2pm and fem!reader is out of bed??? and he comes and finds them and throws them over his shoulder and brings them back to bed???? because why would you leave jaybean by himself????? unnacceptable???

THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAT

And the idea of people waiting for my requests to be open is so weird like… what do you mean you wanna read my writings and hear my thoughts??? Y’all make me smile so much I swear

Side note: I’m so sorry this is a month late. And then also another day late than I said I would post.

Side side note: if y’all saw me post this without the photo header…. No you didn’t

M.I.A

Jason Todd x gn!Reader || Domestic Fluff || Word Count: 758

Warnings: not completely proofread. Gun mention.

Jason’s pulled himself out of a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare, though something eerily close.

It was one of those rare nights that he had off of patrol. One he where the two of you got to eat dinner together, watch some TV, get ready for bed, then fall asleep in your shared bed. He enjoyed the chances when he got them.

He laid on his stomach under the comfortably heavy duvet. His left arm was bent beneath his pillow, his hand grazing the hidden .44 he had convinced you to let him keep there, the other arm laying in front of him. He kept his eyes closed, clinging to his last tendrils of sleep.

All he needed was you back in his arms and his dreams would turn good again, filled with the smell of your soap and hints of faded perfume.

Slowly, he stretches his right arm out across the sheets, sleepily searching for your form. It drags along the sheets, his entire body only half-asleep.

He’s aware that there’s this… itch in his skin. Not a physical itch. An itch that can only be satisfied by having your arms around him again.

Jason Todd doesn’t count sheep. He counts your heart beats or your breathing. Sometimes both.

He must be laying further to the edge of his side of the bed than he thought. Usually, he doesn’t have to reach this far to get to you when you two drift apart in your sleep.

His hand grazes the wall. His eyes shoot open.

You aren’t in bed.

He pushes himself up with his elbows. A tired, confused, and slightly panicked frown settled on his face, his hair mussed up and flat on one side of his head.

The bedroom window is closed. The door is cracked open.

Then he notices the sound of the tap running in the kitchen.

Jason gets up and out of bed, moving languidly. He pads his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

His eyes squint at the light you had turned on as he stands in the doorway. All foggy panic he felt before faded away at the sight of you, filling a glass with water, standing in one of his shirts.

He shuffles his feet. A purposeful noise that he wouldn’t otherwise make as he went about his day, one to get your attention.

You turn around, your glass of water in your hand. You take notice of your boyfriend’s large stature filling the entryway, a sleepy pout on his lips. You give him a smile. He can tell you're trying not to laugh at his fatigued state.

“Want a glass, too?”

Jason shakes his head. He makes his way across the kitchen, his brows still furrowed against the light.

He just wants you back in bed with him.

He reaches for your glass after you sip from it. You hand it to him. Jason takes the cold glass in his right hand, bends down a little, and wraps his left arm tight around the bottom of your bum. He stands back up, now with you draped over his shoulder.

You squeal out a fit of laughter, "Jay!"

He flicks off the light as he exits the kitchen, makes his way back into the hall, then kicks the door to your bedroom shut as he carries you in.

Gently, he sets you back down on the edge of the bed. Once you're properly seated, he hands your water back for you to finish. Seeing your bright smile makes his own lips tug into a small one.

Jason rakes his hands through his hair as you drink. He rubs his hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes from a moment, trying to shake a bit of the sleep still clinging to him.

You hand him back the nearly finished glass of water. He watches you shuffled back under the covers, moving over to the wall-side. Your side. He finishes off the last two gulps of your water and sets the glass on the night stand.

He follows you under the covers, immediately pulling you close. He presses a kiss to your cheek and drops his head into the crook of your neck, an arm draped around your waist, the other tucked under his pillow. He kisses your shoulder and gently squeezes your waist once.

Your arms settle around him, "If you wanted cuddles you could’ve just asked, you know."

Jason only grumbles an incoherent response. He shuffles and presses closer to you, holding you tight.

You kiss his forehead and Jason starts to count.

Ahh!! I hope you like! This is lowkey rushed.

Also you can catch my personal headcanon of how Jason WILL keep his bed, with or without you in it, as far away from the window and door as possible. And you best believe that when you two share, you're getting the wall side so he can act as a barrier for any possible danger that may come in.

[fudgecake-charlie]

"They think I’m the least dangerous person in this car, do they? Well, they’re about to learn very differently."

Decided to redraw a moment from On the Getaway Mile by Odaigahara on AO3/ @droidofmay !

This may have taken a ridiculous amount of hours condensed into a few days and I went through it drawing cars and car interiors, but this was an absolute blast to do :D I hope I've done the fic sort of justice.

Process shots and long comparison rambles under the cut!

Welcome to my secret lair!!

I spent roughly... 18 hours working on this, the majority during this week and over the past three days, so I need to share my toils with people <3

Character/car references and page thumbnails! Featuring an incorrect scene placement and bad camera position. I reread the scene and placed it properly in the actual page. I hate drawing cars!! I was actually the most worried about panel placement when I started this— I was a guy who only did non narrative/illustrative panel pages and layout-less comics, but it wasn't that bad with a script! I could separate beats into panels, note which panels should be emphasised/larger, and assembled that into a page.

If you compare the fic with this comic, you can see how much dialogue I edited and moments I cut out. I couldn't fit it all on without having to draw even more pages, I wish I could though! Poor Mumbo only gets one line here. I'm so sorry my darling man <3 I also gave him a slight cyborg design because his implants are really important for his character and I needed some way to visually show that, even if it's not canon/mentioned.

The colouring method for this was really fun! It's similar to my aggie rainbow painting method but with less steps, hence narrow value range. It looks pretty and gets the vibe across well though.

Rapid fire points!

I was planning to do 3 different fic comics! Not anymore!!!

This is absolutely for the hotguy comic zine applications. <3 "Can I try rizzing you up // PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" /ref

I drew page 2 first, then 3, then 1. I think you can tell!

Mumbo is sitting on the wrong side and should have his seatbelt on. He's also not carrying the stolen laptop as described.

It's explicitly noted that Mumbo cannot scan Grian like he can with Scar. Whoops!

Transmissions from the Foundation are via Mumbo and Scar's implants, but I couldn't think of a good way to portray that.

Despite guns and weapons being mentioned, I somehow didn't get the opportunity to draw a single one.

I love hand lettering. I also hate it! I will continue to do it.

Here are the no colour pages as a thank you for scrolling <3

[soul-dwelling]

What was your worst fandom experience?

Probably the time someone told me to "9/11 myself" because I posted Crona content, and they thought Crona being LGBTQ+ made that an awful thing to post that I should die for sharing.

I have had some really awful things said to me, and I can't really react to those without simultaneously laughing at them ("Ha ha ha, what a jerk and a weirdo, to say that to me and think that will change anything for me") and being concerned ("Oh, someone really has it out for me--this is worrisome, not just because it's a threat but because someone doesn't like me").

I also didn't like my reaction. I made fun of this person, hard, just putting on false cheerfulness: "Aw, I got my first trolling death threat--thank you! Here is an Excalibur image to show what a jerk you are!" This person writing to me seemed like they had significant problems--and I don't think making fun of them was the best approach I could have taken. I don't think it was wrong to mock them back: that has to be better than ignoring what they did, and I think you need to confront a bully. But I also worry that someone who is dealing with problems--to write something like what they write, you can't be in the right mindset--was not helping, it was antagonizing them back, and I regret that.

That all being said:

I mean, I've had political disagreements in fandom, but what can you do about that, aside from stating your point of view and either cutting ties with those people or not talking politics with them. (...I opt for "cut ties," because, no, I have zero interest engaging with people who vote for people who want me to die by bigotry, by guns, by poverty, by lack of health care, or by pollution.)

I haven't had bad interactions in person or at conventions; I haven't seen fan behavior that rises to the level of anything else I mentioned here (sure, I get annoyed with the calls for a Soul Eater anime reboot, because, ha ha ha, no, that is going to be a train-wreck, getting Chapter 113 adapted and that prequel crap--but that's nowhere a bad as the stuff I mention above).

[smalliishbeanss]

I WOULD TAKE A BULLET FOR YOU JUST FIBLROVE MY LOVE

ONLY TO FIND OUT YOU WERE THE ONE HOLDING THE GUN

[beep-beep-benny]

he zhot mephone4 dead back in zeazon 1 && took over the zhow but . i cant remember who but like 2 of the conteztantz went back in time && made it zo he didnt die . which waz kinda lame it waz better with phone bf az the hozt

I bet

[skeletorsims]

The summer makes it easier to sleep outside with Chiarina's great big dog Nanny by his side, he feels at ease as well. The caravan holds a rifle if a wolf of bear happens by. Josephine and Chiarina sleep much easier inside, despite the beds behind hastily made, they are comfortable enough.

[shyjusticewarrior]