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[gael-garcia]

Another End (2024) with Renate Reinsve + Gael García Bernal

[missing-the-early-sunsets]

happy valentine's day(ish)! just for the occasion, i decided to ink and upload a fully unmasked/unobstructed michael with a nice lil smile (and based on a 1978 behind-the-scenes photo). so here's the reveal!!and this is also a sorta companion piece to a previous post where i drew jake park dbd in a similar way :D

[mnfrostofficial]

every day i think about how in kirill's first ever training camp he accidentally texted THE ENTIRE TEAM to call out his bubble practice group for being what he perceived to be the B-squad. he opened the groupchat, week 1, nobody knows each other, they're all in covid protocols, some guys aren't even in the state yet, and said "hi i don't know english but why did you stick me with the shit players? how long until i'm allowed to sit at the cool kids table? sincerely me x". and he got away with it????

[mistborn-bastard]

Been a long while since I last attended one of these but the vsartparty made for a nice distraction from some things going on in my life <3

Only managed two doodles before my hand gave up, partly because of many failed attempts to draw one character before I gave up ;-;

Left: Vïnca Right: Entomologist Pooka

[vision-bound-muse]

Was she about to shove that paper in his face? Abso-fuckin’-lutely. What gave her pause was the fact that he seemed genuinely interested and she could be reasonable when it mattered. Though she still clutched that paper in hand… just in case.

“I have time!” She straightened up a bit. Blushing, but still as perky and enthusiastic as ever. “Is there something you needed help with? I’m up for anything… as long as it doesn’t involve bugs.”   

[ ✖ || @vision-bound-muse ]

"Tongue-tied, already? I haven't even done nothing, yet," Marquez teased, laughing off her initial shock. "But yeah, I said what I said. It don't special eyes to see it; You're bad as hell and I'm digging your style."

"It's Marquez, by the way. You got time right now?"

[employee052]

had a sudden urge to draw edgar, and thus i did sdkjfhksjdfh

ALSO, FUNNY SIDESTORY: when i finally told myself I would draw him, as i sat down to look up references pleasant classical music started playing loudly from downstairs, the sun was in the middle of setting and just reaching golden hour, and ON TOP OF THAT A WHOLE ASS RAINBOW APPEARED ALL WITHIN THE SPAN OF SECONDS AFTER I STARTED, ALL OUTSIDE MY WINDOW. The universe deadass saw me about to draw Edgar and went "awesome, here take this:" and gave me the most beautiful moment to work in. I don't know how this happened, but all I can say is Thank you Mx Marlowe 😭😭😭😭😭

[Edgar is by @bucketfullofstrawberries]

[theonekierce]

I wish I had had a Kodak for the little smile with which Raffles shook his head, for it was one that he kept for those great moments of which our vocation is not devoid. All this time he had been wearing his hat, tilted a little over eyebrows no longer raised. And now at last I knew where the gold cup was. -A Jubilee Present

granting bunny's wish to have a photo of this moment 🏆

[nikosasaki]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE day three; merchandise

the first studio album by Cricket Cheng.

taglist: @kendelias @chlobenet @purpleyearning @bravelittleflower @eddiemunscns @eddysocs @heavenlysurf @arrthurpendragon @nolanhollogay @stanshollaand @raith-way @lovehermioneforever @kiara-carrera @luucypevensie @ginger-grimm @waterloou @hiddenqveendom @foxesandmagic @dragonsbone @endless-oc-creations @ginevrastilinski @sunlitscribe @partiallypearl @witchofinterest @daughter-of-melpomene

[wornkindness]

but amelia is a big dog person, maybe med dogs too but she wouldn't really know what to do with small dogs.

[wildtornado-o]

I built my design for the Game Room (? my brain is so empty rn) that Granby and Martin are introduced in in the first book in the sims :)

Edit: Putting this here too LOL it should not be as funny as it is to me. why is there a typo...

[lineflats]

*      closed   ,   @devilswing   .

                   ❝   i've   said   i'm   sorry   ,   told you that   i   made   some   stupid   mistake   &   i   thought   we   were   fine   .   are   we   ?   i   mean   ,   you're   pretty   fucking   hard   to   read   .    ❞

[mistborn-bastard]

I gotta talk about more of my random characters lmao

Cause there's a whole goddamn lot of them

A guy that used to run an orphanage for monster kids but it got burnt down, and the people that did it mysteriously vanished :) Also a pathetic vampire who is being very normal about him cause he helped out the vamps gremlin of a daughter, who is now demanding him as a second dad

A sort of god, who is also a cattaur kind of beast with many eyes and horns, who hasn't experienced most emotions but now is getting to and keeps getting them confused (is this love or hunger?) Who is from a setting where once an ecosystem establishes itself, the collective lives of that place cause a "god" to be formed

A grouchy as hell old wizard who accidentally adopts the disowned former prince after she came out as trans, reluctantly teaching her magic mostly because she won't actually leave He's also ancient but looks like he's still in his 60s because his husband is a dragon, who has a hoard of friends :) (things that enter a dragons hoard stay in the same condition as when they entered)

A monster hunter who looks tough as hell but spends half his time just talking to monsters and working out agreements that mean they won't get hurt and whoever put out the bounty will be none the wiser, also cursed to have certain parts of his body alter to what other people want from him, but he does not fucking care (there's gender going on there but hes too busy to think about that rn)

Oh and a whole punk band of spider women called The Devils Tits <3

[starscrowncd]

and an avery timeline

22 when he meets juni 24 ish when they get togather 26 when they are married 29 when roman is born 35 when amelia is born 35 when he becomes king (the idea caron steps down before then is still floating around in my head so this may change) 46 when evander dies 58 when he dies

[seabxund]

you know i gotta bug you with the boy @flamesignite

" was that fire just now?? that's so cool!! "

[khaleesiie]

and all he can do is watch her go. every step she takes away from him slicing deeper than any blade ever could. his chest tightens, hands clenching into fists at his sides in an attempt to keep him from eaching out, from calling her back. but he doesn't. he can't. because she's right, she does deserve more. if he tells her what she wants to hear, if he tells her that she is more than just a consort, more than just the woman meant to stand at his side, he knows, he knows, it would be a lie. not because he doesn't love her, not because he doesn't trust her, but because this life, this kingdom, this crown does not allow for the kind of love she wants, the kind of love she deserves.

months pass and the world doesn't stop for grief. williams learns it the hard way. months had passed since their last encounter, and the kingdom remains as demanding as ever. meetings, treaties, policatical maneuvering — each day, nothing but a cycle of duty and sacrifice, as it has always been. as it always will be. but the nights, those are unbearable. once the halls grow quiet, when the weight of his crown digs deep into his skull, when there is nothing left but his own thoughts, he sees her. he sees the way her honeyed hues burned that day, the way her voice did nto waver, the way she left without looking back. he sees, as she should have been, unshackled from the life he could never promise her. and now she belongs to someone else.

the ballroom is grand, the beautiful chandeliers casting their golden light across the polished floors as the guests mingle, conversation blending with the soft melody coming from the orchesta. laughter and music swell around him, courtly elegance at its finest, yet william stands by the large window, watching her from across the room. celeste. his celeste. or at least, she was once. before duty stole her from him, before he let her go. she's a beauty, like she always is. a man stands at her side, fingers resting against the small of her back in a way that seems both protective and posessive. he should turn away. he should offer his congratulations, play his role, raise a glass to the happiness of the woman he once thought would be his wife. so he does, long legs carry him through the crowd. yet, as he nears the couple, her laughter drifts toward him like a melody he has not heard in far too long, and something inside him fractures. the blonde turns before he speaks, as if she senses him, because of course she does. they have always been bound in a ways neither of them could fully name. their eyes meet, and for a moment, the room fades.

her fingers tremble as she lets go, as she releases the warmth of his hands even though every part of her screams at her to hold on, to fight, to make him see her. but she won’t beg. not for a place at his side, not for respect that should have never been his to withhold. “you say you trust me,” her voice is quiet, but the weight of her words presses between them like a blade. “and yet, everything you say after that tells me otherwise.” she lifts her chin, meeting his gaze with something steady, something unyielding. she believed in him. she thought, perhaps, he would be different. but this? this was just another cage, another gilded role written for her before she ever had a chance to define herself. “i cannot—will not—spend my life as a shadow. i will not be another woman who is set aside once the excitement wears off, once duty takes precedence, once you realize that love is never enough in a marriage like this.” her throat tightens, but she does not falter. she cannot. “so if you cannot trust me as i am, if you cannot see me as your equal, not just a consort, not just a woman to warm your bed and bear your heirs—then there is nothing left for us to discuss.” she takes a step back, and then another, the space between them growing, widening into something she knows will never be crossed again. “i deserve more,” she whispers, more to herself than to him. “and i’d rather suffer a lifetime of loneliness than settle for anything less.” she waits, just for a breath, a foolish, fragile part of her hoping—praying—that he’ll stop her. that he’ll fight for her the way she would have fought for him. but he won’t. she knows he won’t. not when he has so many other choices, so many other paths that do not require him to bend, to change, to risk. so she turns, before she can break, before the ache in her chest steals the air from her lungs.

[lilrobinbird]

shitass heituat draft from last night sdkfh donot judge my thinking skills

Atuat and Hei-ran making out for the first time in Agna'Qela and they start getting handsy, it's like this for a good chunk of time, then Atuat unintentionally touches certain spot/moves a part of the body and gets a specific reaction from Hei-ran, which gives her a medical revelation on how to countinue healing her from the poison. It's doctor time now and Hei-ran gets cock blocked