#unfinished build

[edwardos]

[florwal]

making a life is strange save file,.,,,,,,

[doodlebloo]

When you're just chilling and then like a wave of ice cold seawater dwarfing you entirely you think "Oh fuck, L'Manberg."

[infinityinakiss]

avatrice au fic recommendations:

i don't think there is a single avatrice au fic that i haven't read so here are some my favorites. i tried to find ones that weren't as popular, so hopefully there are couple here you haven't read.

I want to believe by puppybusby @yashastrongarms - x files au - basically 23k of avatrice flirting while being incredibly reckless with alien shit. unfortunately, it is only a one shot that doesn't delve into their relationship, but it is so worth it. and the tension. woof.

Truly a Steadfast Love by StoicLastStand - medieval au - they have a whole series of ficlets, but this is one of my favorites. there's a tournament to win ava's hand in marriage, ava goes undercover to fight for her freedom, but she ends up falling for the very knight who everybody wants to win. i also love their lucifer au, Greater Sacrifices.

a lover, or something of mine by Smokestarrules - reincarnation au - each chapter is a different life with a different story, and i promise you, if you have anything that even resembles a heart, you will cry. i keep going back and rereading chapter 4 because apparently i love to hurt myself. i also love the world is just illusion (trying to change you) by them, it's a road trip au.

i should love you (and i swear i do) by Noteveryonefitsintothebadbitchgenre - harry potter au (fuck jk rowling) - its that trope where they're married and they talk about each other constantly but nobody actually knows they're married. their students all think that professor silva and professor young have a friendly rivalry, but there are a couple of moments that don't add up.

purple by sxftmelody - hitman au - technically, but really it's just sad, i always cry at the end. beatrice helps ava run away after a job, and slowly they open themselves up and start to fall in love. tw: major character death. also love turning page by the same author, mercenary/princess au.

in our corner of the world by definitelynotthere - roommate au - i know, i know, there's a thousand roommate aus, why would i recommend a fic that isn't even finished and will probably never get finished? i don't know, i just really love this one, and if you're like me, you'll go "ooh, two cakes" and read it anyway.

The last hero of Ogygia by jessnope - percy jackson au - specifically calypso au, ava is calypso and beatrice is the flirty hunter that washed up on her shore. it's super cute.

stay there, 'cause i'll be coming over (while our blood's still young) by britishngay - spiderman au - ava's character voice is actually designed to be spiderman, and bea is the perfect doctor lady that patches spidey up when she gets hurt. plus beatrice telling lilith to "shut up and sit down" will never not be iconic.

sunday people (sunday shines for you) by gilligankane @piratekane - another roommates au - jealous ava is back again and out for blood, specifically jenn-with-two-ns blood.

this is my prayer (I'm in love with you) by nyxtyka - my best friend's wedding/spies au - i'll be honest, this fic went to my marked for laters to die. i don't know if it'll ever be finished, but it is one of my favorite aus, i promise it'll be worth the pain.

spellbound by onomofication - witch au - beatrice is the witch in the woods that ava goes to to finally find a way to explore the world like she has always wanted to. but as she gets to know the surprisingly kind, serious, kinda-sorta witch, she discovers that maybe the world was smaller than she had once imagined. i also love another fic by this author, hit me with you best shot, which is basically a cupid au, where ava runs around trying to stop jc, a cupid, from shooting the love of her life, beatrice.

the celestial glow is blinding by understreetlights - firewatch au - did i think ava and beatrice sitting around, looking at trees, and falling love with each other through walkie talkies was going to be interesting? no, but the world loves to prove me wrong.

too cold, it's withdrawal by KatieQgle - captain america au - give this one a chance, even if you don't like marvel. beatrice is hot as fuck as bucky and honestly the winter soldier plot line needed a little sapphic yearning. come on, avatrice in the army in the 1940s, being badass and fighting nazis together? who wouldn't love that?

i have a ton more, reach out if you want them!

[sluckythewizard]

these are A BIT OLD but uhhh here check out these aggio doodles i did forever ago. still VERY happy w my colors :3

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[cactikiki]

I haven't posted any animations here... Ever. So here's a wip.

[etherfall]

May we have a fic about one of the many nights N was trapped in that castle by Ghetsis per chance?

TW for some small injuries I suppose, nothing too serious

It had been four days since the Shadow Triad had kidnapped N and locked him within the confines of the Team Plasma castle. In that time he could feel his hope of escape slowly slipping away.

The room that he had been placed in did not help matters either. It was grey, colorless and nearly completely empty, almost as if it was unfinished. The only pieces of furniture were a large skateboard ramp and a basketball hoop, dull in color and covered in dust. He had been sitting in the middle of the skateboard ramp, staring blankly at the wall for hours. The presence of night and day was little but a faded memory. 

N clasped his hands together, looking down at the bloody bruises that covered his knuckles. For the first two days he had been repeatedly punching and throwing himself at the great metal doors, begging anyone to let him out. But his energy soon faded and he had no motivation to do anything but sit there and wait. He felt his shoulder throbbing as well, but didn’t bother to look at what injury might be there. 

There was a low creaking sound, and he blinked his eyes wearily to see the two Team Plasma Queens step inside and shut the door behind them. They had visited a few times before in the previous days. Although they were on the enemy side, N didn’t mind their presence whenever they came in. The two were kind to him, at least. They whispered softly to each other, before glancing at N.

“You’re injured.” Concordia noted with a hint of sorrow, stepping forward and tilting her head gently.

“I wouldn't be if you let me leave this place.” He muttered softly. 

Anthea stepped up besides Concordia, pulling out a few pieces of cloth out from her dress pocket. She held them out to N.

“Please take this, I insist. We mean no harm to you under our care.” She said with sincerity.

N hesitantly took the cloth from Anthea's hand. Although he was unhappy with his situation he really couldn't be too bitter towards the queens, who seemed to care at least a little about his well being.

An awkward silence hung in the air as N hastily tied the cloth around his injured fists. Anthea cleared her throat softly, breaking the lull of conversation.

“Regent Ghetsis has requested that we visit you.” Anthea said in a gentle yet commanding tone, standing with her hands clasped regally in front of her.

“He has advised us to give you the opportunity to join our cause,” Concordia added on, tilting her chin up with potency. “For the liberation of all pokemon, and an end to their suffering.”

N looked the sisters in the eyes. He shook his head softly. “I’ve told you this before, I’m not joining you. Why are you still doing this?”

Concordia's eyes hardened. “Pokemon have been hurt over and over again by people. Any efforts for their salvation will be futile by normal means.” 

“The only option left for us now is to free the dragon and fight the Champion.” Anthea added on.

Concordia nodded her head. “Only then will we have the power to save all pokemon from humans.”

“You know how dangerous the dragon is, right?” N said, getting up shakily on his legs. He stood up to face the sisters. “Surely you two know the legend. The last time the dragons were summoned their battle threw everything into turmoil.” He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“It could destroy all of Unova and all that you think you are working for.”

Their expressions were stoic, but N could have sworn that he saw a flicker of hesitation in their eyes. However it was quickly masked. N pressed on.

“I was raised by pokemon.” He said, his voice desperate but firm. “And everyone I knew did nothing but love them. People connect with pokemon by battling, that is how their bonds grow stronger.”

 He took a step forward. “Separating people from pokemon will do nothing but hurt us all.”

“N…” Anthea warned, her voice steady but sharp. “You don’t understand–”

“The Champion!” He exclaimed, interrupting her sentence. “My father. The man you swear to defeat. He loves his Pokémon more than anything in the world, and they would die for him as well. Defeating him will be like destroying the freedom for Pokémon you claim to pursue.” 

His voice wavered slightly. “I know that what you're doing is for a good cause, but separating people from pokemon isn't the answer.”

“Please,” he was practically begging now. “You need to understand that this liberation is wrong...”

The sisters stared at him blankly with matching expressions, and any hope of changing their minds withered away. 

Concordia dipped her head slightly. Whatever emotion she might have been feeling was hidden behind her empty expression. “We highly inquire that you rethink your stance, N.”

N shut his eyes in defeat. “Look. I know that you two think that you are making the world a better place by releasing the dragon.”  

He looked back up, taking in a shuddering breath. “But please just listen, and consider my words.”

The sisters were silent, yet their expressions did not give away any of their emotions. Together, they turned towards the door. Anthea turned her head back slightly to address N one last time.

“Thank you for your time N, we will report your response back to Ghetsis.”

Concordia stepped out into the hallway, with Anthea following close behind. Their crowns glinted in the light as the door was pulled closed. With that the doors slammed shut once again, locking with a clicking sound.

N slumped back down, feeling his confidence eroding. He pulled his poncho tighter around his shoulders, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t understand why Team Plasma was trying to drag him of all people into this mess. Deep in his mind he hoped that the sisters had taken some of his word to heart.

His heart ached. He missed his family. He missed his dad. There was nothing he could do to tell if they were coming to save him. All he could do now was wait.

[elitisim]

I’ve decided to halt my CC Sort and Deep Clean for a little bit to start another project that I hopefully won't quit halfway through

So, Introducing Lot 1 in the Saffron Bay Renovation Project...Holloway Legacy Park and Community Garden!

It’s just a Big Park, but I want it to change with the seasons like a festival lot. This is the summer theme: Summer Movie Nights! They show one free kid’s movie every Sunday and Wednesday at 5:30pm, and one family-friendly action movie every Friday and Saturday at 7:30pm. One free Cotton candy or small Popcorn with every ticket!

[ladysophiebeckett]

'he said\she said no pickles' ass pose

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Paper doodles for the soul. I’m working real hard on making new art, but my tablet is having a good old time not working. So here are drawings on paper

Hopefully I’ll get it up and working soon :)

[melonpond]

Girl help I can't stop that minecraft grind

[theplantqueer]

Been reflecting on my assumptions that anyone who sparks my disabled rage, protectiveness or exhaustion must be abled, and the kneejerk reaction to frame it as a slight by the abled world upon me/my loved ones/our communities.

To be clear, there's many appropriate times and places for acting in defence of us crips, Mad, ND, Deaf, ill and otherwise disabled people. It feels impossible that there'll be a day without that need some time in the future.

And.

I don't think it's as simple as that binary of us vs them. To truly internalise that anyone, anywhere can be disabled (including that random cunt who was just ableist to you!), I think we - I - need to break down this binary of abled & disabled. Not in an "ableism doesn't exist" way or a "disabled is not a useful category" way, but more: There are so many ways to have a body, and to be honest most of the bodies in this world are non-normative.

Whether through being disabled, racialised, fat, queertrans, intersex, gender non-conforming, impoverished, or any other kinda so-called "deviance" from the ""norm"", we have some shit in common! Namely the many varied experiences of existing outside the oppressive boundaries of "normative" bodies. The experiences we have of having these bodyminds in this world are real and important to name, and. the ways we group each of those experiences have arbitrary and ever-evolving, societally/culturally-defined boundaries.

I think in order to be able to not presume the ableist stranger abled-until-proven-otherwise, I/we also need to also come to terms with the ways we let each other down, disappoint each other. Perpetuate shit we shouldn't because the world is a rough place to exist and try to grow. I do it, and so does this random stranger.

So do my family members who deny their disabilities and wonder why I don't or can't do the same. So do average height crips who forget Little People exist in access audits & checklists. So do the Deaf people who express their unneeded sympathy when I talk about my wheelchair use, and so do the disableds who ask why there can't just be one sign language that everyone worldwide uses. So does the other wheelchair user who avoids my solidarity glance at the shops. So does the non-immunocompromised cane user who's dropped all pandemic precautions. So does that neurodivergent person who's forgotten they're not the only one in the vicinity with Brain Shit going on.

We love and uplift and protect and care for one another, absolutely! but we can also fuck each other over just like anyone else. We disappoint each other in big or little ways all the time. It doesn't make us abled, it makes us imperfect people in a world solely populated by imperfect people.

[shrimplicitly]

being a barista really gives you the mindset of i almost threw hands with a 13 year old

[seagull-scribbles]

From Chapter One of On Mistakes and Birthdaycake by @bemmiecake on AO3

I started reading this fic when it first came out and it’s had such a huge impact on how I think of knuckles and you have definitely seen it’s influence in my art this past year! So it only seemed fair to try do something for the fic itself x

[francesderwent]

the rest of side b is frankly a letdown after The Black Dog, but The Black Dog is probably the best technically written song on the album and maybe the best technically written song she’s come out with in years sooo