#one last reply

[cozylittleartblog]

"content creator" is a corporate word.

we are artists.

[kitkatperce]

sick of kyoshi mischaracterization i think

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[bumbleboa]

Are there some law and lami doodles in your drafts that we haven't seen 👉👈

There hadn't been, but you made me think about them all morning, so here are some sketches!

[otaku553]

He’s perfectly sane I swear

My submission for @where-does-the-heart-lie‘s DTIYS! Congrats on one year on tumblr!! Your art is always an absolute delight to see :D I hope this does it justice!

[skully-drawls]

Drawing the Noise EXTRAS! Day 36

Atop the Tower

[ford-owner]

more tumblr exclusive old art touchups

learning how to draw them phase was rough 💔

[psychictimestone]

Thinking about Silver and the references to his love of (blue) skies 🔵☁️

[yank-a-ton]

[emberglowfox]

Also love how u draw teba. Like to think he could give relationship advice to Sidon and yoga too, while link is hanging with tulin!

YEAHHH TEBA i think hes fun

[grandlinedreams]

The little beast is getting on Mihawk's nerves.

He usually prides himself in very little truly bothering him ㅡ after all, there's also very little a sharp look and the threat of a blade won't fix ㅡ but for such a small cat, Kurai has a supernatural talent for irritating him.

From the shredded feathers to stealing your attention and time from Mihawk as a whole, Kurai has embraced his nature as a little four-legged menace.

Tonight takes the cake though. When Mihawk enters the bedroom, he fully expects to be able to take his place in bed next to you as he always does when he's here.

Only to find a frustratingly familiar mass of black fur in his space. And as if knowing that Mihawk is staring at him, Kurai opens his eyes and stares back.

"Little beast," he says, "you need to remove yourself from my bed."

Kurai blinks slowly, stretching ㅡ and then yawns and curls back up. Mihawk's eyes narrow. He entertains the brief thought of using Yoru ㅡ and honestly he would, if he thought it'd work on Kurai.

You shift, and both he and the cat still as you roll over in your sleep. Mihawk's expression softens as he takes in the peace of your face before he reaches for Kurai, scooping the kitten up.

Kurai squirms in his hold, mouth parting to sink tiny white teeth into his hand ㅡ only to freeze when Mihawk gives him a look of icy warning. He keeps hold of the kitten as he climbs into bed, taking his rightful spot beside you.

You subconsciously move closer, curling into him, and Mihawk finally lets go of Kurai, who mews in disappointment that he can't curl up with you the way he normally does. The kitten gives him a look of disdain as he's forced to settle on your hip instead, watching Mihawk as he kisses your forehead. Smirking at Kurai, the kitten all but glares daggers at Mihawk in return.

The war is far from over, but at least he's won this battle.

[a2zillustration]

The final day

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[sssammich]

For supercorp 💗 🥹🥹

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

thanks for your patience, anon! alas, i have gone overboard once more because i cannot help myself.

ask meme

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she's been given a mandatory month off from supergirl duties. she's not sick, she hasn't solar flared, and she's not hurting for any freelance work that requires her attention. she had simply been told that she needed to take the time off and to avoid any caped hero work unless absolutely necessary.

so that's why she's here now, without superhero work for the next thirty days. free to do whatever she wants.

after the initial shock washes over her, she places her hands on her hips and nods towards alex and j'onn. she knows exactly what she wants to do with her freedom.

"okay."

"look, before you fight th--okay?" alex stares at her, wide eyes mirroring kara's. "really?"

she shrugs, already heading towards the elevator. no need to fight the inevitable. "really."

as the elevator doors close in front of her, she can't help smirking in amusement at the identical confused expressions on both of their faces.

she has one destination in mind.

-

she knocks on the massive wooden door, though she knows she doesn't need to. it's a formality at this point considering the unrestricted access that she's been granted to enter the top floor of this condominium highrise.

still, she waits, because the anticipation is half the fun.

her face splits into an easy smile when lena opens the door to her with her own toothy grin.

"heya," she greets, stepping foot into what she calls home: within lena's arms.

"hello to you, too," lena says, swift yet careful in wrapping kara in her arms. her hands are open as they rub circles on kara's back. kara sinks further into lena's embrace, pulling lena further into her. "how are you?"

"i'm great."

lena stares into her eyes. "yeah?"

"oh yeah. i'm on vacation." she emphatically nods.

lena beams at that. "funny you say that. me too."

she quirks a brow at that, though she shouldn't be surprised. a month vacation doesn't just fall into people's laps without explanation. "yeah?"

"oh yeah," lena mimics her.

kara, still holding lena in her arms, pulls the other woman back in, the two of them swinging in place. "what a coincidence, right?"

lena throws her head back in laughter.

-

they arrive in a private villa off the coast of naples.

it's a modest hillside two bedroom house that overlooks the gulf below. when the local guide roll their suitcases for them, he unknowingly wheels lena's to one room and hers to the other. she smirks and lena tips him handsomely--enough that his olive skin tinges in embarrassment at just how much is in his hands. when their eyes meet after he leaves, they break into a giggle.

because they know the truth, despite not uttering a word of it: why bother taking up more room when right by each other's side is all the space they'll want to take.

despite the destination of her luggage, her body follows after lena to the other room, the one with the better view of the water. just as well, lena's body follows after her when they busy themselves in the kitchen to make themselves a quick dinner. when they finish, they share the hammock sitting out on the back deck, lena's head on her chest and her arms around her waist, while kara's arms wind their way in holding lena against her, their limbs tangled.

when lena yawns a few too many times, they call it a night. lena leads, their hands entwined, and they end up on lena's bed, drawing back the thin covers enough to stave off the inevitable cool night air.

-

they walk everywhere, always touching. a hand on the arm the elbow the bicep the small of her back. an arm slung over a shoulder or hooked together.

it's when they reach a destination that kara's courage grows, that lena's bravery broadens.

when they travel to the town square market as they shop for groceries that lips find their way on one another's skin; the temple the cheek the forehead.

when they treat themselves to a picnic right by a vineyard and lena is leaning back on her between her legs, lips chance on a bare and pale shoulder.

when they lounge in the hammock and lena is resting on her chest, lips chance on collarbones and behind the ears.

when they tire themselves out from full days, fuller stomachs, and fullest hearts that they are in bed and lena is facing her and their legs are tangled with one another, lips chance on entwined hands and fingers.

each one given freely, each one received gracefully.

soon, kara thinks, this will all change. especially when they cross the final threshold between them. though that's a formality at this point, all things considered.

still, she will wait until that happens, more than happy to be exactly where she is.

-

thirty days is long and short and is plenty and is not enough.

on their last day while they wait for their local guide to collect them, they stand on the corner edge of the back deck, lena in her arms as they overlook the gulf for the last time.

"i don't want to go back to work," she murmurs into lena's ear. lena twists in kara's arms until they're facing one another.

"you don't have to, if you really don't want to."

"we can move into this villa. i'll learn to fish. you can sell them at the market."

lena laughs in her arms and kara holds her tighter, like trying to capture lightning in a bottle.

"you're no good as a fisherman, sweetheart."

kara pouts because it's probably true. but she'll learn for lena.

"well, next time we're on vacation, we ought to come back."

"anything you want," lena says, her eyes dipping down to where kara's lips are.

"anything?"

lena nods, assuring, her eyes darkening. kara's smile widens and she leans forward just enough, their noses brushing.

kara is ready for what's to come. she's ready for lena.

still, she waits, because the anticipation is half the fun.

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🗣

[spacedlexi]

hi, it’s me, the person who want more clemviminnie stuff. hand it over. (not forced)

i put my hands up and all of this falls out of my pockets

the way clem literally just takes minnies place. its sick its disgusting i love it :)