#he's always ready to go

[thebrainrotsreal]

Eve, Kate, Mark and Rex! Nailing some ideas down on how I wanna draw them in the future, and enjoying messing with their designs like usual! Not a fix-it whatsoever just fun + ref for the future! I cannot do realistic styles so translating them into something I can do while still being recognizable is peak. I will mess with Rex's suit more. Trust. I Kate so much now. Look at her <333333

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

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yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[liketolaugh-writes]

The thing that I've had a hard time figuring out how to address directly is - I don't think Danny has it in him, in any universe, to tell anyone his identity. He thinks he does. He can tell anyone anytime he wants to!

But, uh, he doesn't want to. Ever.

Because that idea is locked behind a giant vault door labeled 'TRAUMA' in big red letters. It's not about his loved ones' safety, or the possible consequences of his vigilantism, or really anything that most other heroes with secret identities worry about.

It is, fundamentally, about the fact that he has every reason to believe that no one (who doesn't already know) could ever love him for all of him. No one who loves his human side would love him if they knew he was a ghost; no one who cares about his ghost side would like him if they knew he was human.

The idea of anyone finding out makes him feel so fucking unsafe and that's not going to change without, like, a lot of work.

I think that if someone knew, and wanted to wait for him to be ready to tell them, they'd be waiting until they inevitable heat death of the universe, because Danny's mouth is stitched shut about this.

[ruubesz-draws]

*Inserts Foxy jumpscare*

Little gremlin fights back! Honestly, Ultima really should've expected that...

Inspired by this:

[beigetiger]

I'm still being so normal about Jack. He's literally just Some GuyTM who was actually pretty good of a person for someone in the gaslight district. He just got really, tragically unlucky.

We can see from the pictures and the way that Mud and Mel talk about him that he was VERY close with this family and probably understood just how toast he was when he learner their little family secret by accident. Mel was comfortable enough with him to be reading a dirty magazine in front of him and neither of them seemed to think anything of it. She gave him a second chance to agree to hide the secret and live and he turns it down. Mud gave him a cig before they threw him into the sea.

We can see from his organ donor card that he also trusted them all. He wrote a little heart next to his name. Outside of the shop, he lives with his mother, and she's now probably wondering what happened to him. He trusted Ken enough to let him be the witness on the organ donor card.

He and Mel have a shockingly raw conversation in/on a fast-moving vehicle a few mere minutes into the pilot and it ends in a car crash because neither were paying attention to the road. He asks if what is happening to him right now will happen to Mud and Breadhead when they find out too. He tries talking to Mud and Breadhead, even as they were brutalizing him, trying to get them to just listen to him, to understand what was happening. They cement him anyways.

I'm so normal about him you guys

[vigilskeep]

huge fan of lucanis’ “if i could... i want... forgive me. i’m not certain what i wish to say” line if you go see him after the almost kiss because it sounds SO stilted that he has one hundred percent been drafting this sentence in his mind for hours. and yet this is all he achieves. mind boggling

[birroww]

consequences finally takes him

Im pretty proud of these.

Local news, a hit and run. Culprit not found yet.

He’s running away!

Part1 (monster truck Hyrule) and part 2 (Four train time),

Part 3 (Hyrule car crash) and Part 4 (The chain)

Part 5(tricycle Time) and Part7court

he got caught, he won’t be getting himself out of this one…

WAIT HYRULE; WHAT?!?! TOOK OVER THE CAR!

Tbh, I don’t know what I expected of him..

They are watching the police chaice live on the news

he needs a lawer

Idk anything about law tbh

[oneroomjestershow]

Loved in every universe

[justaz]

thinking about arthur who has crazy quick reflexes and is a relatively light sleeper who woke up to the sound of someone in his room and saw merlin crouched down messing with his keys before softly asking “whatre you doing?…before breakfast?”

[sieglinde-freud]

this is the most attractive laslow ever has been and ever will be and its when he’s 1) 5 seconds away from certain death and 2) defying all orders against god for a prince that was never meant to be his. if im xander im ditching corrin im ditching nohr im picking up this skinny little man by the waist and bookin it what the hell are you joking

[elipsis-art]

could you draw the people a cubfan135 please ✨✨✨

i have never drawn cub before,,,

[mohabbotein]

home

˙⟡ mohan x abbot, wc: 375, fluff

the first time jack overhears samira speaking with her mother in her first language, he’s surprised he can already understand a few words. he must’ve picked them up when he was deployed, but it had to have easily been years ago. 

when she hangs up, he proudly says, “i understood ‘like,’ but couldn’t tell you what you said you liked.” 

she laughs, sitting herself down beside him on the sofa. “i was just telling her that i’m still liking work and i’m learning a lot.”

“oh, i bet you’re learning a lot.” 

“enough,” she chastises. “soon enough, i’ll be the shen of day shift.” 

“wouldn’t you want to be the me of day shift?” 

“no, because i want to be with you during day shift, but a girl can dream … during normal circadian rhythm hours.” she pauses. “maybe i’ll be the ellis of day shift.”

“nah,” abbot says with a frown. “you guys are pretty different. i wouldn’t compare you to shen either. guess you’re stuck with me.” 

she hums, stretching her legs out and resting her head on his lap as she closes her eyes. “fine by me.” 

the second time jack overhears samira speaking with her mother, he’s able to pick up on a few extra words - like work, cooking, and home. 

it’s the third time he finally takes matters into his own hands, single-handedly slowing the progression of his brain age by picking up a new language. he’s proud to say he already has a few up his sleeve, but learning this one means a little more to him (and his neural plasticity) - so much so that he goes out of his way to sign up for an online tutor and hit the local library for a copy of the ‘dummies’ version. 

when samira comes home that night, she hears him talking to himself. 

“jack?”

“mira,” he says excitedly, stringing together a choppy “welcome home” in her native tongue.   

she’d always known she had a home in jack abbot, but now, she’s more excited to bring him home to her mother and finally call him family. 

(she gives him a homework assignment that night: an indian cinema. unbeknownst to her, he was already a long-time fan of the industry).

[verticalplane]

work in progress. i dunno where this is going

[binghe-malewife-goals]

I know a lot of people use these two images to show Viktor's character development into a (what we have yet to seen) antagonist, but I think it shows a more resolute—hardened Viktor.

In this shot, Viktor is stagnant. He looks lost, sad, even surprised. He only watches on as Jayce speaks for them, and Hextech, as a whole.

In this scene, he feels and looks utterly powerless.

But this Viktor?

He looks determined. Resolute and unrelenting. Shaped, now, by his own regrets. Instead of Jayce doing the talking, Viktor does.

This is a Viktor who looks like he's daring the council to fuck with him, frankly. A Viktor that is determined to set things right, to not lose their dream again, no matter what.

(And whether Jayce and Viktor succeed in this, we'll see)

[jvnart]

I read a fic (this one!!) with post retirement kks & gai. There is a scene where they visit hokage naruto, and sauske is there, and it's ✨️uncomfortable✨️

[girlsdads]

#ok it’s giving girl dad wearing his daughter’s handmade necklace special for him into work 🥺🥺😩😩

couldn’t stop thinking about this tag of mine, wrote a little smth about it 🥰

The stomping footfalls racing down the hall behind him could only be those of a toddler. Daniel turns and squats just in time for his tiny blonde projectile of a child to come barreling into his chest. The force sends Daniel falling back onto his butt with a surprised oof, his daughter giggling delightedly in his lap.

“Hey, Ellie-bug,” Daniel smiles. “Daddy’s gotta go to work, remember how we talked about it and you promised to be a big girl?” He brushes a strand of hair away from her mouth where it’s gotten stuck in a little smear of jam leftover from her breakfast. Daniel had shown Max how to make it just the way she likes—the pancake batter shaped in the silicone star mold, the silly faces drawn in jelly and jam.

Ellie’s head bobs up and down dutifully, but she makes no move to get up.

Max appears from the kitchen then, looking like a man who’s been fighting a losing battle with the second pancake. There’s a splatter of thick batter on his white t-shirt. He’s holding the spatula like it’s offended him somehow. Daniel looks at him over their daughter’s head, and loves him fiercely.

“She is of course the biggest girl,” Max says. Ellie grins proudly. “Why don’t you give Daddy your present now, then we will finish your pancakes.”

Daniel watches her grey-blue eyes light up like she’s just now remembering why she came running at him in the first place. She reaches a chubby hand into the bib pocket on her overalls, embroidered Enchanté script stretching as she roots around and produces a string of brightly-colored plastic beads. She holds it out to him expectantly.

Daniel takes the strand delicately in hand, wraps it around the backs of his fingers and rotates his wrist to get a good look. It’s a necklace, probably more of a choker given its relatively small circumference, the fat pony beads the only real indication it was made by a child. The powder pink and fuchsia beads are separated by interspersed pearlescent white orbs and clear sparkly stars. Smack in the center is a single number bead, a glittery pink three.

“Jeepers, did you make this for me? It’s beautiful!” Daniel says, and means it. He’s already been wanting to talk to his team about adding a jewelry collection to a future drop, and what better inspiration?

Ellie nods excitedly. “Papa helped me do a…,” she pauses, squints and tilts her little head, searching for the word, “…a pattern!”

“We made it the other day, while you were out with Blake,” Max chimes in. “For good luck.” He sounds almost bashful, like maybe it wasn’t their daughter’s idea in the first place. Daniel’s heart is so swollen it’s threatening to leak out through the gaps in his ribcage.

“How’d I get so lucky, huh?” Daniel muses, softly, mostly to himself. He stretches the elastic over his head, feels the smooth plastic three settle in the hollow of his throat. His pulse thrums evenly against it, grounding.

He flashes his biggest smile at his family. “How do I look?”

“Pretty, Daddy!” Ellie throws herself forward again, wrapping her arms around Daniel’s neck. It leaves him locking eyes with Max, who’s gazing down at the two of them like nothing else in the universe exists. Daniel can never quite get used to that look—still feels butterflies dancing up the back of his throat, his stomach dropped into a glorious freefall.

“Beautiful, Daniel,” Max says, reverent. “Always.”