#first sheet is cannon characters

[edsnotden]

some portal gijinkas or. whatever the word is!

theyre a few weeks old and i'd def want to redraw alot of these i used the same fucking pose for two characters (poses are hard ok) but i still like em. i think i jsut specifically want to redraw virgils idk why i always have trouble drawing him 💀💀💀💀

glados was there for each one bc i wanted sizing consistensy but i ended up just. forgetting to follow that so ignore her and ignore the heights of the other two sheets....

some other art god im so tired . omg i need to make a new grady sheet omggggggg

[artist-issues]

Look I know Rapunzel paints and Tiana cooks, but if you guys don't think Mulan is the Most Creative Disney Princess, you're wrong.

She's literally introduced in this perfect scene that highlights her whole character, flaws and strengths:

The first time you see her she's:

Cheating, which is totally the opposite of what honor-code General Shang would do.

Undisciplined, which is what going to the army fixes.

Problem-solving—by writing the recitation she can't remember on her wrist—

BUT LISTEN. That last one is the first hint you have that she's the Most Creative Disney Princess. Because guess what? She's not the first young woman to cheat at the matchmaker test. The Matchmaker specifically checks to see if she's cheating when the test begins. But the rest of them wrote their cheat sheet on their fans.

The Matchmaker was prepared for the usual kind of tricks. But Mulan's full of her own ideas, not everyone else's.

You guys know the rest. She dresses up like a soldier—nobody suspects her because the idea that someone would do that never occurs to everyone else. She climbs the pole by tying the medallions around each other when none of the other recruits can figure it out. She lights the cannon by grabbing Mushu instead of searching for flints. She creates an avalanche instead of just taking Shan Yu out. She tricks the Huns by dressing her friends up as concubines. She defeats Shan Yu with his own sword and a bunch of fireworks.

But even beyond problem-solving, Mulan never does things like other people do. She doesn't even do things like other women do.

She doesn't just walk across a bridge, she jumps from pillar to pillar. She doesn't just bring her father tea, she puts a spare teacup in her sleeve because she knows she's clumsy.

Mulan is creative. But you know what that moment proves? That she's not just a representation of all women-versus-men. Mulan is representative of a human, who sees where she has strengths, and sees where she has weaknesses. She uses her strengths to her advantage and works to improve or make up for her weaknesses. She doesn't try to be exactly like a man. She just tries to use what she's got to do the right thing. And finding ways to use what you've got, even if it's not like what everyone else has, is creativity.

[sparticus2000art]

Revisiting my nightmare design and giving him another outfit for fun!

Also some practice with expressions based on the expression sheet by @/capochiino because I need to work on drawing faces more expressively-

I’m not quite there yet, but it’s not doing terribly I think…

Nightmare was made by jokublog

I also drew this cause I wanted to explore a better dressed nightmare- personality wise I feel like it makes more sense to have him be a bit more extravagant or well put together than his cannon design with just the hoodie.

For my own interpretation of him, I feel like it would be interesting to approach his character in a way where he does both- the more elaborate or fancy outfits preferably, but the hoodie fit as more of a crutch for when he needs it, linking his outward expression and appearance to his stability and control over his own emotions/ the corruption.

I think when he first turned, the corruption would’ve made him quite unstable emotionally, and taken away a lot of control- being visually represented by it soaking through and staining all of his clothes to be the same colour as the corruption itself. Kinda showing him being overwhelmed by the new influence. But the more comfortable he becomes, the better he’s able to manage the new state, giving him the opportunity to do things more to his own taste.

This also allows him to experiment with adding some pops of colour to his clothes, though he’d still stick to darker tones to protect his pride- so that it’s not as obvious when his control lapses and the corruption seeps through to contaminate the garments. On particularly bad days he’d revert to his cannon clothing, both to save the clothes he likes from being tarnished, but also as a way to seek comfort.

I’m not sure if I explained that super well lol, but those are kinda my personal head cannons.

[real-hot-grl-shi]

y'all srsly need to stop slandering my man (monoma) fr like he is not a egotistical asshole who only loves himself and that's it he literally glazes class 1-B. not himself. name one time that he said that he was better than class b. I dare you. he has a inferiority complex and It shows pretty clearly, but y'all just hate him bc he doesn't like class 1-A??? LIKE THATS THE ONLY REASON WHY YALL NGAS HATE HIM 💀

hes good with kids (eri), he knows when to chill out, and he doesn't really even cause any harm to class 1-A outside of season 5 when they were training!! like y'all really need to chill out. Hori literally said in his character sheet that it wasn't 'Noma's fault. LIKE?? like he cannonly got along with mina and ochako in one of the official arts- LIKE YALL CHILL OUT. 

and to some of y'all ngas saying that he ugly- bro. sorry that he looks normal and his hair aint cray cray??? like not everyone needs to look wack or abnormal in a anime. 

(its literally cannon that hes a pretty boy, and he is. ive been thinking dat shi the first time I saw him 🙄)

like if you didnt know anything about the character, mha, or anime in fact, would you look at this nga:

and say "EW HE LOOKS SO UGLY??????///" no 💀 you wouldn't. bc you know ppl that look like him in the world exist and walk on the streets. 🤷🏾‍♀️

y'all really need to stop slandering my man bc if it wasn't for him the hero would've lost. 🙇🏾‍♀️anyway monoma edit bc MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNN!!!!

also this too

BC YALL REALLY NEED TO BE HEARING DIS SHI FR.

[bit3mebabyx]

Honeymoon Suite

🐚while out of town on a surveillance mission for the DEA, you stupidly left Javi to book the hotel room. aka the classic one bed trope. 🐚

warnings: 18+, slowburn (i’ll be real half the fic is the both of you pretending to be asleep), co-workers to lovers, teasing/ flirting, Javi being the perv/ sleaze we all know he is, cannon violence lightly mentioned, afab reader, fem reader, no smut really (yet?), whole lotta sexual tension though

authors notes: first post on this account (ew). first time writing for a pedro character, but my obsession has been reborn and is overwhelming me.

The motel was the kind of place that charged by the hour and didn’t bother to change the sheets. Javier dropped the keys onto the dresser and glanced around with a raised brow. “Charming,” he muttered, tugging the curtains shut. “Really went all out on this one.”

You crossed your arms, backpack slung over one shoulder. “You booked it.”

He looked over his shoulder at you, smirking. “Didn’t realize we’d be getting the honeymoon suite.”

Your stomach dropped slightly when your eyes landed on the single, sad old mattress in the middle of the room. One bed. Of course. What a pervert. “There’s only one bed,” you said flatly.

“Wow. Thanks for the update, Agent Obvious.” He winked, peeling off his jacket and tossing it onto the chair.

You gave him a sharp look, trying not to let his easy charm get to you. “Don’t get any ideas, Peña.”

“Oh, I already had a few,” he said smoothly. “But don’t worry, I’m a gentleman. I’ll take the side closest to the door—so if someone comes in shooting, I get hit first.”

“A real gentleman would take the floor.” you commented. His eyes drifting to where you were pointing and scoffed. “How romantic,” you deadpanned.

Javi just grinned, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the wall, watching as you dug around in your bag. His eyes didn’t leave you. You felt them, the way they skimmed your legs, your waist, your mouth. He always looked at you like that. Like he was waiting for the game to begin.

“You gonna stare all night or actually do some work?” you asked, tossing your gear on the table.

He took a slow drag. “Depends what kinda work you’re offering, cariño.”

You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly saw stars. “God, you’re exhausting.”

“You love it.”

With a huff, you grabbed your pajamas and locked yourself in the bathroom. You wished you'd packed an oversized shirt and long pajama shorts, something boring and forgettable. Instead, you picked out your regular sleeping attire, a tank top that barely covered the curve of your breasts and shorts that clung too tight to your thighs. Great.

You debated staying in the bathroom all night, but that would be giving him too much satisfaction. You were a federal agent, for Christ’s sake. You could handle one Javier Peña and his stupid perfect mouth.

You opened the door and stepped out casually, pretending not to notice his eyes immediately zoning in on your tits.

“Well, well,” he said, tongue resting behind his teeth. “Didn’t know this was a sleepover and a show.”

You snorted, trying to brush it off. “They were the only clean clothes I had left.”

Javi tilted his head, smirking like the devil himself. “Sure. You accidentally packed the outfit that guarantees no man within ten feet of you gets any sleep. Very believable.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, crossing the room quickly and slipping under the covers.

He soon followed after returning from the bathroom, the mattress dipping as he laid down next to you. So close. Warm. You could smell his aftershave and cigarettes, barely masked by the minty toothpaste. You could feel him.

“Just so you know,” you said, trying to sound breezy, “if you try anything, I’m a better shot than you.”

He let out a low chuckle and turned on his side to face you. “Duly noted. But I’m more interested in where you're hiding a gun in this little outfit.” His eyes floating down to your form barely covered by the thin sheet acting as a blanket.

“Stop it.”

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, voice like molasses, “you need to relax, you've been flustered since the minute we walked in here.”

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. Not with your pulse hammering like this and your body way too aware of his.

The silence stretched.

“You snore?” he asked eventually.

“Only when I’m sleeping next to assholes.”

“Guess I’ll find out in a few hours.”

It was nearly pitch black except for the glow of the motel sign leaking through the thin curtains. The hum of the air conditioner rattled in the background, but all you could really focus on was the man lying inches away.

You hadn’t moved much. Neither had he.

You were both pretending to be asleep.

And failing.

Javi let out a breath. “You always sleep this stiff or is it just ‘cause you’re in bed with me?”

You scoffed, facing away. “It’s because I’m thinking about all the diseases in this mattress.”

He shifted closer—close enough that the heat of his body bled onto your back. “Sure it’s not because of the tiny shorts and that tank top that keeps riding up every time you breathe?”

“Peña,” you warned, trying to pull the blanket up higher.

“Mhm?”

“I will throw you out this window.” You quipped.

“In those shorts?” he teased, voice low and scratchy. “That’d be quite the view.”

You whipped around, ready to snap, but your face ended up inches from his. His nose almost brushing yours. That cocky smile just barely visible in the dark. His hand slid under his head lazily, showing off the veins in his forearm. Completely relaxed. Like he wasn’t taunting you on purpose.

“Admit it,” he murmured, his breath brushing your lips. “You wore that just to mess with me.”

You blinked, then tried to retort. “I—I didn’t. It's hot in Columbia. I just—”

Javi chuckled. “You always this good at lying?”

You hated how warm your face felt. Hated the knot in your lower stomach even more “God, you’re insufferable.”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes on your mouth, “but I’m right.”

There was a long, heavy pause. You could practically hear both your heartbeats.

Then, with a smirk, he reached out—just one finger, brushing the hem of your tank top where it had ridden up, grazing your waist. Barely touching. Still smug.

“You should get some sleep,” he said, pulling back like he hadn’t just flipped your entire nervous system inside out. “Big day of surveillance tomorrow. Long hours. Hot sun. And if you keep wiggling in those shorts, I’m gonna have to get creative with how I handle the tension.”

You stared at him, open-mouthed.

He grinned like the devil he was.

“Night.”

You were still lying there, hours later, eyes wide open, pulse doing sprints.

He hadn’t said a word since his “creative tension” comment, just settled in beside you like he hadn’t casually set you on fire and walked away from the wreckage. And the worst part?

You hadn’t moved, Turned, yes. Not away.

If anything, you’d shifted closer without even realizing it. Just a little. Just enough that your leg brushed his. Javi noticed, of course he did.

“Still awake?” His voice was rough now, a little sleep laced. Lower.

You didn’t answer.

“You’re no good at pretending to sleep, cariño.”

He moved closer again—slower this time—and your bodies aligned like they’d done it before. He was so close. Too close. The kind of close that left no confusion.

“What do you want, Peña?” you asked, voice barely a whisper.

He reached out, knuckles grazing your cheek. “Right now?”

You hummed, heartbeat thundering in your ears.

“I want you to admit you didn’t just wear this to sleep,” he said, fingers sliding down to toy with the hem of your tank again. “I want you to say you wanted to drive me crazy.”

You swallowed. “And if I did?”

His hand paused. “Then I’d tell you it worked.”

There was a long moment where the silence stretched thin.

You turned around, the retort that had taken too long for you to come up with died when he kissed you. It wasn’t gentle, nor slow. It was hot, impatient, domineering all tongue and teeth and the kind of pull that had been building for months. You grabbed his shirt like it was anchoring you to earth, and he groaned against your mouth when your legs tangled together.

“You’re such a cocky asshole,” you breathed between kisses, gasping when his hand slipped beneath your top, spreading fire across your skin.

“You like that about me,” he muttered, lips trailing down your neck. “You like this.”

You did. God, you did.

And the way he touched you—like he’d been memorizing every curve since day one, like he’d waited for this—was making your head spin.

“You’re not gonna be able to look me in the eye tomorrow,” he teased, fingers skating towards your breast.

You bit his lip, just hard enough to make him growl. “We’ll see who breaks first.”

He smiled against your skin, already tasting victory.

[imviotrash]

Woop woop another character sheet for my AU :3

And yes it is our dearly beloved. He's not super involved in the main plot but oh my god I have so many ideas for him.

Also, good thing about the 100 years later AU is that AGNI WILL LIVE! RAAAAAAAAAAAA

Yapping and old art under the cut:

Left: my first design. I wanted to give him a very fun vibe but I kinda failed in making it look remotely flattering. I think I did much better to encompass that travel/fun/filthy rich vibe I wanted to go with.

Right: another character sheet. I love the pose but idk what I was doing at that point. I quite like the current pose and colour scheme I picked for him, it seems to encompass most of what I attempted to do before.

Left: I my attempt of drawing the red house. It was certainly an attempt

Middle: some school uniform showcasing! The students can pick their own jacket if they wish to! I'm probably gonna give those two some new jackets though!

Right: as for all characters, a lil bit of an outfit mix. I really like his "going out" outfit

Well, you've seen Maurice's side of the room, here's Soma's! Very cozy I'd say and a lot less unhinged.

In this AU I focus on Soma's and Maurices "friendship" of sorts. It's complicated and messy of course. Maurice has to learn how to get his shit together and Soma has to learn to not take everything thrown at him.

Maurice reminds me a bit of Soma at the beginning of the manga. Entitled, aggressive and idealising someone who is...just a person. We've only seen them interact briefly in cannon, but I believe their dynamic could be interesting, if developed more.

[sonny201818]

Hello, this is my Hogwarts Legacy blog. I’m Sonny, she/her. This is dedicated to my MC Millie Grey.

I will post my own artwork of my MC & other HL characters as well as reblog other HL things. I will post lore of my own head cannons. I love this universe, please feel free to message me or comment telling me about your MC/lore!

Artwork/ One Shots:

*Introduction! *OTP Sheet *Character Sheet

*Snowball Fight *Millie & Valeria 🩷💚

*Slytherin Trio Rough Sketch *Millie & Sebastian Vines Entangled // Part 2

*Treasure Map *Sebastian–Ladies Man

*Trouble *We Love Fanart

*Lectured By Uncle Solomon *Ominis Sandwiched

*Garreth & Millie Potion Experiment *Trio Hug

*Sallows & Their Crushes *The Perfect Portrait (Chibi Comic)

*Sebastian & Millie Morning Cuddles *Quidditch Try Outs—One Shot + Fan Art

*First Quidditch Match *Cheek Kisses

*Love Potion Prank / Part 2 *History Of Magic 😴

*Protective Sebastian *Millie Doodles / Part 2

*Shy Millie *Smitten *Embarrassed Seb *Graphorn Mishap *Cheek Kisses *Feelings

*Potion Mishap

Lore:

*Catacomb 5th Year/sketch

*Summer Into 6th Year Lore

*Thought I’d Find You here

*Ancient Magic Lore/Sketches

*Millie & Seb First Kiss 🩷🩷 Art + One Shot

*Sebastian’s Worries

Other:

High School AU / Part 2

*Modern AU(crowded train)

New 5th Year AU

*New 5th Year *Keep Millie Warm

*Overprotective Boys *Impress MC *All Is Fair In Love & War

[graysnetwork]

Mayybe you could write some headcanons for keegan with.. first time? :^3

Or a short drabble in a similar context, if you want ofc eheh

hii tysm for the request!! i hope you like this cuz i made this as head cannons and a drabble at the end.

FIRST TIME - Keegan Russ X AFAB READER

Notes - i made sure to make the oneshot at the end 500 words exactly 💀🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings: nsfw obvi, breeding kink in the oneshot

Summary: Your first time with Keegan is the sweetest thing ever

Keegans already very passionate when it comes to sex

When he learns that its your first time he's almost worried, he asks questions like

"are you sure you want to do this with me?" "I wont rush you" "You want me?"

Things like that, because he feels so honored and special that he'll be the first person to be so intimate with you.

Keegans gonna be getting you ready all evening to begin with.

As I've said in my nsfw hc's, he's a man that loves thighs, and loves whats in between them, so trust he will be eating you out first.

Keegan will be placing kisses on your thighs, making hickeys and basically be impressing his initials on your thighs for only him to see.

Keegans gonna be in between your thighs for a while, lapping at your folds so he makes an agreement to a safe word, just in case it becomes too much for you, and he takes it seriously, because he would never want to make it a bad experience for you.

Keegans going to make sure your not uncomfortable with him

(ik other writers sometimes write that character want to see everything)

thats not Keegan, if you don't want him to touch or see certain things than he wont, and he'll wait for you to be ready, in no way is he even gonna try to convince you to show him something you don't want to.

If your embarrassed about stretch marks at all, he's gonna tell you how its not serious and he loves it, it makes you even more beautiful

by this point he's hard as a rock

So once you guys get to actually taking him

He'll take it slow, however long it takes for you to adjust to his size, he will wait, theres no way he's gonna rush this especially when he feels so snug inside of you.

He will wait for you to tell him if you want more of him inside, if you start saying you might not be able to do this, he's gonna be sliding out as soon as you say it

he will jerk off, or just walk out the room and get you a water bottle so he can just cuddle with you until you feel okay again.

thats if you couldn't do it

on the other hand

At halfway your already begging for all of him inside

Keegans definitely chuckling at your eagerness

But he thinks you look so beautiful and cute under him right now, squirming at his length

Once he's fully bottomed out, he's telling you he'll move when your ready

Once he does start moving, its euphoric for both of you

and if your embarrassed to moan, its going unnoticed by Keegan because he's already moaning and groaning

if you are moaning, he's still moaning either way.

He will place kisses all over your neck, collar bone, face, anywhere his lips can reach

Keegan's already placing you hands on his shoulders because he loves marking, (just like he leaves hickeys on you) he wants you scratching his back, he doesn't even care if you draw blood, if anything he's getting more turned on

he just wants to please you so badly

After care w him is so sweet

He's gonna clean you up very gently,

run you a bath or start up your shower, he'll shower with you if you want him to

He'll get you a bottle of water, snacks if you want them

and then he'll be changing the sheets too

so you guys can go to sleep

he'll rub your back

or he'll have you laid back on the bed as he starts to kiss your thighs again, and eventually fall asleep between your legs

_

He's losing it already, he's always been this way, the minute he finally starts getting his own feeling of pleasure while making another person also feel good, he starts to lose himself and get too rough, he doesn't want to be rough with you, he's trying to be as slow and gentle for you, and make you feel so good, but your so warm, and your walls are squeezing around him so gently but so tightly at the same time, he’s never felt this good with any other girl hes been with.

 He doesn't want it to end and he doesn't know how to stop, he could stay here all night, all day, he could be inside you forever if it meant you'd feel this good. Keegan's beginning to get faster, he can barely hear your voice because he's been focusing on where you two connect, and how the noises of squelching are overtaking the room.

You knock him back into reality when your nails start to dig into his skin, “What’d you say sweetheart?” he asks so gently as he continues to go even faster, it's overwhelming, for both of you. You don't even reply, you didn't say anything, he just thinks he heard something because you've been moaning so loudly. “oh,” he says as he gives you another peck on the cheek.

“Maybe one kid won't hurt” He says, your eyes widen a bit, and he chuckles, “im kidding sweetheart” he tells you as you shake your head lightly, at this point he didn't know if he was kidding or not. “I wouldn't be opposed to having your kids” you tell him, which makes his brain go fuzzy.

You; having a swollen stomach and it being his kid, you'd be all his, with all his cum inside of you.

Shit you were making him have new kinks.

“m’I might have to cum in you baby” he moaned as he looked back down at you taking him, now he was getting even faster which you thought was impossible as he was already going so quick. And he was getting rougher, his hands and nails were digging into your hips, he was most definitely going to be leaving so many bruises on you. And he was kissing your neck again, purple bruises beginning to form.

“y’close sweetheart?” he asked knowingly, you couldn't even focus on anything, you were just seeing stars. His thrusts got sloppier as he was about to cum too, he couldn't have thought of anything better if he was being honest.

And then you two came undone together, he pulled out right before, of course it would've been so amazing to see you pregnant with his kid, but he’s sure you said that in the heat of the moment.

“C’mon lets get cleaned up” you said as laid on his side as he moved your hair out of your face, he smiled and let out an airy chuckle as you stared confused. “Who said we were done?”

[electric-ocean-explorer]

Law x Vegapunk!Oc

"Second chance"

Chapter 2

Warnings: SFW, Angst, Fluff, Past trauma, Injuries, Violence, Feelings (a lot of feelings), Corazon memories.

Word count: ~1500

Synopsis: Robot Girl makes a mess, Law gets angry.

Robot girl almost turns into a mess, Law has PTSD crisis.

Notes: I was playing a video game. My favorite character died. Oh well, I'm felling down and I gonna make everyone feel too.*joker noises intensify*

Next cookies: Zoro x Nonbinary!Reader, Sanji x Autistic!Reader or maybe Koby x Flirty!Reader. The possibilities are endless...

   It was supposed to be a normal day aboard the Polar Tang, or at least as normal as things could get with Nana around. Speaking of which, our heroine was already marching toward the infirmary with the determined stride of someone who was very much not invited and very much plotting something terrible to torment Law.

“Oh no, here she comes” Law muttered, rolling his eyes as the rhythmic sound of her boots echoed down the hallway like some twisted musical number.

    The walking nightmare burst through the door with a dramatic flair, a makeshift (and probably stolen) lab coat billowing behind her.

"Mr. Doctor Captain Emo, reporting for duty! I’m here to help with the patients today!" she announced, saluting proudly.

    Law didn’t even look up from the medical reports, as he always did whenever the girl came in with her latest brilliant idea. “No, you’re not.”

“Too late! I already did my first round! Penguin gave me a 9.5 for my patient care!” she winked playfully. “Would’ve been a 10 if I hadn’t taken his blood pressure using a piece of hydraulic hose.”

    Law raised an eyebrow.

“Where did you get a hydraulic hose?”

“Stole it from the bathroom. But don’t worry! I replaced it with... something else!”

    He ran a hand down his face in frustration.

“You’re going to destroy my submarine.”

“But at least our patients will be well cared for! With themed band-aids!” She spun on her heels and pulled out a sheet of animal-print medical stickers from her improvised pouch.

    He stared at her for a moment, as if deciding whether to shut her down for a week or just let her blow up the entire sub. In the end, he sighed.

“Alright, ‘Doctor Punk’... if you insist, you can help by cataloging the meds.”

“Yatta!” She gave a small jump, almost knocking over the shelf beside her.

“But if you mix up the painkillers and laxatives again, I swear I’ll take you apart for maintenance.”

    Nana straightened up, hand to her forehead in a ridiculously stiff soldier pose.

“I solemnly swear not to cause mass evacuations... again.”

    Law closed his eyes for a few seconds and then... the faintest ghost of a smile flickered across his face. Just a little. Barely there. But she noticed. And in that moment, while clumsily trying to organize the shelf, Nana knew one thing for sure:

She was changing the daily rhythm of that submarine. Especially for a certain grumpy captain who smiled rarely—

    But less rarely now.

. . .

    At first glance, the island seemed peaceful, clear skies, fresh breeze, and few civilians on the streets. A perfect spot to resupply the sub, fix some damage, and give the crew a breather.

    Law was quieter than usual, his gaze too sharp for a simple walk through a port town. Nana, on the other hand, strolled behind him with her hands behind her head, studying the sky like she was searching for patterns in clouds that didn’t exist.

    Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin had been tasked with gathering supplies while Law and Nana inspected a few parts bought from local mechanics. It was quick. Too quiet.

    Then came the ambush.

    Marine cannons roared before anyone could react. Explosions shook the buildings, and within seconds, the village was chaos. It all happened too fast—clear skies turned to smoke and fire. Marines emerged from every direction, too coordinated, too brutal. This had definitely been planned.

    Cannon fire echoed through the narrow streets as the Heart Pirates scrambled to respond. Law kept his cool, but his eyes never stopped moving. He barked quick orders, sword already in hand.

“Shachi, Penguin! Fall back and guard the sub!”

“Bepo, with me!”

“Nana, stay behind me!”

    But she didn’t. Of course.

    A Marine officer—one of those swordsmen with a rank way too high for a simple ambush—charged at Bepo from behind, blade mid-swing.

    It was fast.

    The scene unfolded like snapshots in Nana’s mind. The gleam of the sword, the shadow of the strike... and she moved. The impact flung both her and the officer into a crumbling wall. The crash that followed drowned out the battle noise for a moment.

“NANA!” Law’s voice ripped through the air like a gunshot.

    When the dust settled, all that could be seen were the ruins of the building. Law’s chest tightened. His fingers curled into fists, his eyes narrowed, mind racing. What if she was—

    A dry knot formed in his throat. He started moving, but debris blocked the way. The sounds of the battle felt distant, muffled by the pounding urgency in his chest.

    The world stopped.

    Then, as if answering his unspoken plea, a piece of wreckage shifted, and a staggering figure rose from the rubble. Her clothes were torn and filthy, blood ran down her forehead, scratches marred her face, and one of her arms was definitely not okay—but when she saw Law, she raised both hands beside her head in a peace sign, beaming the biggest, most innocent smile she could muster.

"I'm fine!"

It hit him like lightning.

    Law froze. His heart skipped. Eyes widened—

And for the first time in ages, the stoic mask cracked. That gesture, that smile... He’d seen it before.

    Rosinante.

    That same peace sign. That same stubborn smile, even with a battered body. That same overwhelming light of someone who protects without hesitation. The memory stabbed through his chest.

    Nana grinned, expecting a scolding, a lecture—but Law only walked toward her, silent. His eyes were too intense, too dark. He stopped right in front of her. She struggled to stay on her feet, smile wavering slightly.

    He lifted a hand and gently brushed a blood-streaked strand of hair from her face. Then, without a word, slipped one arm under her knees and lifted her into his arms.

    Nana blinked wide-eyed. “Whoa! This is new…”

“Don’t talk.”

    She blushed a bit, but obeyed. Just looked at him as he carried her. That’s when she noticed. Law wasn’t angry. He was... different. Something inside him was broken, trying to reassemble itself.

“Captain...?” she murmured.

    He didn’t reply. Just held her a little tighter.

    The silence between them weighed heavier than any explosion. But deep down, something had shifted. An old scar... being touched by new hands.

    The hatch of the Polar Tang sealed shut with a muffled clunk. Inside the sub was warm and dry, in stark contrast to the once-fresh island breeze. The quiet felt even heavier after the chaos outside.

    Law marched through the corridors with steady steps, still carrying Nana like she weighed nothing. She wanted to joke—say something about getting a “VIP ride in the captain’s arms”—but the tension in his shoulders made her think twice. His face remained dark, focused, but there was something deeper behind it. Something she couldn’t read.

    The infirmary door was shoved open, and within seconds, Law laid her down gently on one of the beds. Nana exhaled softly as the firm mattress met her back.

“Hey, Captain… no need to be so gentle. I may be busted, but I’m still made of steel!”

    He ignored her. Pulled on gloves, switched on a cool lamp overhead, and began examining her wounds in silence. It was as if he was hiding behind his professionalism—but the way his fingers touched her bruised skin… There was care in it. More than just medical duty.

    Nana pursed her lips, uneasy. “Are you… mad at me?”

    Law let out a short sigh through his nose but didn’t meet her eyes. He wiped the blood from her forehead with almost tender movements. “No.” A pause. “Just annoyed by how little you value yourself.”

    The words landed like a brick. Her eyes widened, confused. “Huh…?”

“If you’d taken longer to crawl out of that rubble… if Bepo had still gotten hurt…” He stopped, cloth frozen in his hand. “You can recover fast. But that’s not a reason to throw yourself into danger like you don’t matter.”

    Nana opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. Something in his voice... in the tight grip on the edge of the bed. It wasn’t just anger, it was...

    Fear.

    She softened her smile, still trying to keep the mood light. “Sorry, Captain. I just… I saw Bepo was in trouble, and you told him to go with you. I thought I could help.”

“And you did.” Law finally looked at her. His eyes were dark, intense, and there was something unspoken there. Something old. Heavy.

    For a moment, Nana wanted to say something—anything—to break the tension. But he had already turned away, putting supplies back, walls rebuilding themselves around his shoulders. She stayed silent, watching him more closely. Law was still cold. Still composed. Still blunt.

But there were cracks now. Tiny. Almost invisible. And she had seen one. A gesture, a smile, two hands raised beside the face. A memory she didn’t understand, but one that shook something deep in the doctor’s soul.

    Nana let out a soft breath and sank deeper into the bed. Maybe… maybe she was starting to understand why her captain held so much inside.

    And why it hurt so much to carry.

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[she-whatshername]

Good mornings with the Marked Ones:

AN: I don't know if its because I am writing him a lot in Drifted and head cannoning the life out of his character but I am really enjoying Garrick these days. Also, a little slight NSFW here. You've been advised.

Garrick:

Is he up before you: Yes. IDK how he can operate on so little sleep but he's absolutely the 'first one awake, last one asleep vibes'

He is the son of the aide of the former Duke of Tyrrendor. Garrick has probably completed at minimum 5 tasks before waking you up

How's he waking you up: One of two scenarios -

Shoulder kisses. Sweet, soft kisses to your shoulders, upper back and neck. Murmuring quiet "Mornin' my love."

Or

He's being a total dick and ripping the sheets off of you and thrusting the curtains open, "Rise and shine you gorgeous little thing. My, don't you look ravishing this morning." He then proceeds to climb on top of you and kiss whatever exposed skin he could find.

You have to remind him quite frequently that your are not one Xaden and Bodhi and you're not going to be treated to bro-behavior first thing in the morning

He bringing anything to bed?: Breakfast in bed? Nope. Egotistical dick jokes. Yes

"Breakfast in bed? Oh, I have something satiate your appetite, love."

Like, sir. We are half awake please put it away.

But to our dismay and utter enjoyment, he does not.

Are you late for formation: He's not, but you almost are. Even if it is a quickie before formation he gives it his all and you're defiantly a bit disheveled as you walk into the courtyard.

Riorson is rolling his eyes at you but then you return the favor when Violet comes walking rushing in behind you with her hair in a rather messy crown braid she spends most of formation trying to correct.

[kyia7330]

The Chaotic Digital Circus (TADC AU)

WARNING! A lot of this au revolves around one of my Ocs striker! I’d advise you to read the thing below for more context 😅

also for now I have only ref sheets, I plan to post more content later :3

ALSO ALSO! This is NOT CANNON to my main series lol- this is just a cool au I thought of 😭

Ok enough stalling! Here are my silly ahh ref sheets :3

Hopefully they look cool! This was my first time drawing most of these characters- 😅

also and favourites, follows or reblogs are greatly appreciated!

might draw a TCDC hamster Pomni for shits and giggles lol 😭

[snazzydwarf]

@batpham-discord-highlights Week one: Cannon Queer Character! I just had to do Constantine, at first I was gonna do Dick but then I realised I haven't drawn Connie yet AND.... he's just awesome :) Challenge Sheet under cut!! ~~~~~

[dorminchu]

a warm place

fandom: mouthwashing genre: hurt/comfort characters: anya, curly rating: T summary: If not for the risk of opening another hole in the Tulpar she wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through his head. Jettisoning Jimmy from the airlock would mean they're down a copilot. No one else can take Curly's place.

a/n: Sort of a sequel to my first ficlet orinoco flow. I never posted it on tumblr so here ya go!

Another endless shift in the medbay. Anya works and sleeps in the same place, only leaving to feed or relieve herself. There is no approximation of day or night aboard the ship.

Curly rarely sleeps. He squirms and whimpers, bandages rasping against the sheets, haunting the walls of the Tulpar while he clings to consciousness. Helpless, if not for his crew.

She's never thrown up on the job. Not sewing up Daisuke's open wounds or when she had to amputate Curly's hands and feet and cauterize the stump via the flickering light of the medbay.

For the past few weeks it's been difficult. She can scarcely stand to be in the room when it's feeding time.

Jimmy has taken on this duty in her stead. He's stopped complaining, at least to her face. The circles under his eyes grow more pronounced and that arrogant scowl has an ugly twist. He's a ticking time bomb. Whatever impulse possessed him to act before in the cockpit hasn't abandoned him. If it wasn't for Curly, she wouldn't be alive right now.

She could tell herself she's been going along with this charade out of fear for what Jimmy might do. That some misplaced sense of guilt compels her hand. It's not untrue. He has kept his distance thus far, but he'll grow tired of being patient sooner or later.

If not for the risk of opening another hole in the Tulpar she wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through his head. Jettisoning Jimmy from the airlock would mean they're down a copilot. No one else can take Curly's place.

Besides, it's not just the three of them. Anya has the others to think about. Daisuke is too sweet to grasp the bigger picture. He doesn't deserve that burden. Swansea has only held his tongue for his sake, perhaps hers, if she is self-indulgent enough to allow herself this notion. Once she goes, Swansea will not hesitate to do what he deems right. It'll be easier to stomach if Curly does not witness the mutiny's barbaric resolution. The seeds of it have blossomed under his inaction. He's a sensible man. He must have guessed this was inevitable, the four of them picking at one another for wont of anything better to do—and Jimmy, the aggrieved ringleader, slave to his own impulses.

Before they ran out of rations, she and Curly were making steady progress. Curly's been well enough to write. Despite his condition his cognition is mostly intact. Even under the haze of painkillers he could use a pen with her guidance and his stump of an arm. Monosyllabic answers, jagged penmanship, but it's more than she expected. His reliance on stoicism is becoming his own detriment. Does he reflect on the universe's cruel sense of irony as often as she does? Did he ever stop to try before the accident? What kind of nurse would demand an answer, even if it's untrue?

Whatever conflict rages inside of him, she won't live to make sense of it. From their prior psychiatric evaluations he does not strike her as a man prone to holding grudges. It's a matter of pride. The type to keep quiet about his true feelings and simply go down with the ship as a last resort. If she were Jimmy, perhaps, he'd let the mask slip.

The more optimistic side of her assumes Curly would have put them all in cryostasis, given the opportunity. But that would mean acknowledging Jimmy as a loose cannon. Capable of harm. To go against the wishes of their employers in the face of a crumbling company would certainly put a damper on his chances at a promotion. That's Jimmy's influence talking. The sleep deprivation. The hunger and the months of isolation bleeding together until the line between paranoia and pragmatism is indistinguishable.

Curly was caught off guard. An honorable man disarmed by an act of senseless incongruity. His better nature has damned them all. Her silence and Jimmy's desperation have damned them all. Jimmy's been itching to finish what was cemented before he entered that cockpit. Jimmy is too simple and narcissistic to analyze himself beyond his own self-satisfaction. Eager to latch onto a man like Curly, honorable and falliable, the perfect patsy. Jimmy is an ideal co-pilot, not for his charm and qualifications on-paper, but because no captain in his right mind would grant him their seat.

Of course, Pony Express makes no distinction between remorse and culpability. The painkillers are going to run out before the rations. Or she'll make a mistake, and then Jimmy will have his final say. If she survives that long.

The portable safe under the spare bed is her trusty companion. Anya doesn't manage to sleep without it. Out of habit, she opens the lid. The revolver glints in the warmth of a synthetic sunset, safe in its mould. Her stomach clenches on itself, restless.

The sound of his breathing, shallow and wheezy, offers little comfort. As long as he clings to life, they're safe. Judging by the amount of painkillers left, she can buy him a few more weeks. It'll have to be enough.

[theghostbunnie]

How do you feel about Max’s whole situation with his parents? Are you the ones that feel like “they don’t care” in the show or the ones that feel like it’s complicated or Max just REALLY overreacts when it comes to his family?

I was actually talking about this exact conversation with my friend yesterday!

And although I have A LOT of HCs about his parents and the intricacies about them as people, (Lacey & Arjun) their relationship with eachother, and to Max, in absolutely no way do I believe everything I HC would be cannon lmao.

It is heavily implied and inferred his parents do not emotionally care about him. Multiple general comments from Max, as well as explicitly saying "they do not care." There's room for a TWIST, yes, because these are characters who have never been showcased. We only have one action known from them directly we can gather n guess things about: his sign up sheet but so many arguments could vaildly be made why they didn't give him one AND many vaild arguments why it's proof they don't care. That's why there's still room for a twist there.

And that's just the absolute soild stuff, next we get into Max as a character and the "it's all a misunderstanding/exaggeration" theory. ((Again differences between HCs and theorys, I'll respect your HC all day but a theory can be debunked imo)) It would honestly be such a mischaracterization of him. Before I get into why I would just like to get meta for a second and I don't believe parents day as an episode would have been written as heavy as it was if the core problem was just a kid's misunderstanding. Cameron went to SUPER GUANTANAMO and swore VENGEANCE on David for not being able to prove his camp was legit, because David left choosing to comfort Max, over covering Cameron's ass.

But onto it being out of character, Max as we've seen can be emotionally immature but he is still MENTALLY mature. When Nikki thinks she's dying Max struggles to see past the /logic/ of it at first to see her /emotions./ So he'd be the MOST understanding /LOGICALLY/ if his parents have to work alot. Especiiiaaaally how we've seen him talk about politics and interact with money. BRO WOULD UNDERSTAND SO WELL THEY HAVE TO WORK 😭..

In abusive or just generally not good households it can be normal for a child to believe what is happening to them is normal bc they lack a different perspective. I'm not even saying this is Max's situation this is just to preference my next point.

It is rare for the opposite assumption to out last age 5. Where a child is in a completely fine household, but believes their parents don't care based on them working so much and them having to go to school/camp. It would be out of character so much for Max specifically because he is written to be incredibly observant compared to his peers.

I believe around the start of season 5 he compares home/school/family to a train wreck? Dumpster fire? I don't remember the exact wording but if I character is telling you to your face he thinks home and school is rough it boils down to:

Do we think this character is a reliable narrator? Have we been given reason to believe they've been confused, or lying? Or can we take what they've said as a reliable source of their experience? And I think in this case Max has only shown confusion on so little things of this caliber if at all, he's a reliable source about his experience.

Like he thought David was going to kill him but that was more a burst of paranoia/David genuinely acting suspicious depending on how you analyze it.

So in short TLDR: It's heavily implied instead of canonically shown from the characters themselves so there's room for a twist, but that said twist would have to be incredibly out of character for Max. That, and the gravity it was originally written in with, is why I don't think they were going to write that route.

[imviotrash]

Of course this AU couldn't be complete without putting my favourite of the Weston arc in there.

Yapping and old (OLD) art under the cut

Left: as one can see, probably my most major redesign. (Thank god because what was that)

When I didn't know what to do with the plot of the AU yet, I tried to stick to the cannon representation of him as close as possible (pink/red tones to represent the red house, cheery yet timid vibe etc.). Now that I have a better idea of what I wanted to do, Joanne needed a major overhaul. I wanted him to keep that very timid and frightened personality, but also give him a bit of an unsettling vibe, he isn't well liked at school in cannon and I think in my AU there should be an additional reason for that. His pale complexion & red eyes paired with some of the morbid philosophy he spits out can make him come across as awkward and weird.

I made the hard decision of scrapping his softer pink eyes for his cannon red ones. His new design is kind of a jab at the "horror game protagonist" fit & colour scheme, since he's the one who's gonna find Derek and the others first. Details such as the patch, scrunched up socks and keychain give him a little bit of a softer vibe.

Right: some outfits. As previously stated, major overhaul is needed with those. The colours are....so so bright. I think the clothes cut will mostly stay the same, but seriously need a new colour palette and less motivs on them. I do mourn for that a little, but hey Lizzy and McMillian can take that duty over quite well.

Left: I really be doing that "hand grasping in fear" pose with him over and over again, my god. Just like some of the others, another attempt of a character sheet that focuses a bit on horror tropes. Back then I thought about making one of the victims related to him.

Right: this AU stupidly enough lead me to the crack pair that was Elizabeth and him. I figured they have similar vibes in terms of clothing. (funny since they're pretty much opposites now with my redesign/rewrite).

[ephemeral-builds]

I'm back to the Universal Century with the HG RX-77-02 Guncannon (Cucuruz Doan's Island ver.) this week.

The box doesn't actually say "The Origin" on it - but this kit is clearly derived from that line.

If you're not familiar with Cucuruz Doan's Island... It was apparently a couple episodes of the original Mobile Suit Gundam that never actually aired. With the release of the Origin anime a few years back they took the opportunity to remake/update those episodes and released them as a standalone movie. It features the classic characters but with updated, modern visuals.

This model kit is based on a couple Guncannons we see in the movie. And the runners themselves are borrowing from the HGTO Guncannon kits. So it's basically another HGTO kit, regardless of what it says on the box.

There's no color-correcting stickers in the box. No foil stickers at all. All the plastic is already color-accurate. There's a sheet of marking stickers that I may eventually use... But I really don't love how these work, so I'm not going to apply them for now.

This thing's got the GM-style visor in its head - so, of course, I had to throw some silver behind it to make that pop.

There's a neat bit of extra articulation in the torso to accommodate that iconic prostrate firing pose. There's a hinge in the neck to allow the head to look up high enough, and an extra joint inside the torso to allow for a deep bend backwards.

Like pretty much everything in the HGTO line - this thing builds like a dream. Nice, soft plastic that doesn't mark easily. Good, tasteful surface details. Great color separation. Some neat molded details on the inner-frame that you'll never see once it's built.

One of the things I'm really liking with this kit is that we get two full backpacks. There's no awkward part-swapping of anything. No prying things apart and re-assembling. I can just swap the backpacks with no fuss.

In addition to the two backpacks we get a beam-rifle and a few hand options - two open hands, two closed fists, and one rifle-holding hand. I'm a little annoyed that we don't have ambidextrous options for the beam-rifle... But that seems to be pretty typical with HGTO kits.

First we've got the traditional, iconic cannons. And they look fantastic! They're mounted to the backpack instead of the shoulders, which looks a little better. And there's a great little moving piston gimmick. It's the Guncannon we all know and love with a bit of an update.

Then we've got the spray missile launcher. This is a new addition from Cucuruz Doan's Island, and it looks great. There's some nice little molded details up there that really pop with a bit of panel-liner.

Building this thing really makes me wish I'd grabbed more of the HGTO kits when they were readily-available.

I picked up a few... I've still got a couple in my stash waiting to be built... But I didn't realize, at the time, that they'd go out of print and become hard to find. The main/hero kits like the RX-78-02 and Char's Zaku II are typically still available... But things like the Guncannon variations are basically impossible to find these days.