#well now you have some idea LMAO

[astranauticus]

Rolling With Difficulty as texts I have saved on my computer for some reason

(i drew every day for like a month straight and burnt out so have this nonsense instead)

[smallblueandloud]

i think there really is a missed opportunity in the form of the new mutants? they've been the kids of the team for so long and like, i get why they've never been allowed to truly be "the old ones" (it's because marvel seems unwilling to give up on charles and erik being the leaders of mutantkind, much less that silver generation of scott, jean, ororo, etc) but it feels like a loss, that we've only ever seen these kids in the position of being "the kids" -- or, as we're seeing them now, caught between chafing against an authority they don't agree with, and yet also being the authority to the generations of kids who've come after them.

i don't know! i think it would be interesting, to have a storyline about the new mutants being the oldest authority figures mutantkind has left (or maybe just -- the x-men adjacent side of mutantkind). for a group that's been defined by rebelling against authority, it would be really interesting to see them in a position where they no longer have an authority to rebel against! also just, i do think it would be interesting to see them in leadership, because they'd still very much be products of their time -- instead of charles xavier, the deeply-flawed figurehead who led to the first real independence of their team was scott summers. the conflicts between them that they carry from their forebearers would be about aggression and control as much as they'd be about surveillance or high-handedness (yes, originally charles' problems, but the nm were also trained by him -- and, say what you will, but scott's own unique set of flaws are just as much a product of charles as himself).

[riisinaakka-draws]

‘Cause every time we touch I feel the static ~

Silver has trouble collecting his thoughts and stroking his own beard isn’t quite enough stimulation to help... but Flint has such a nice beard, wouldn’t you want to touch it and learn something about proper grooming habits dear ~ So Madi is amused af when her suggestion actually works and Flint will be running high on endorphins until the first mirror lol. And Silver did get his thoughts sorted out  — now he knows what to order for tomorrow’s barbecue!

I found the sketches again and finally finished these ^^; Static electricity probably doesn’t work quite like that but anyway xD Also if (historical) Blackbeard can have fire and smoke beard then Flint can have electric love uh I mean fearsome lightning beard. Please, do not repost elsewhere :)

[peapod20001]

Anyways before I forget again,

Does anyone else have meanings behind oc color pallets? Both for an individual character and when they’re part of a group??

[ncmcrcysideblog]

my biggest gripe with s5 is the show wants me to think j.ohnny is suddenly ready to be a dad after NOT dealing with his shit properly and that having a new kid suddenly means that not being there for r.obby for the first 17 years of his life doesn't matter anymore and I say fuck that

[miniscule-meow]

G/t Story Chapter Fourteen

Prologue/ One/ Two/ Three/ Four/ Five/ Six/ Seven/ Eight/ Nine/ Ten/ Eleven/ Twelve/ Thirteen/ Chapter Fourteen/ Fifteen

(Isabell and Zeke)

Chapter Warnings: Talk of injury (nothing too gorey)

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Isabell’s throbbing leg trembles in protest as she steps nervously into the open. The journey out of the walls felt like it dragged on for ages, and it certainly took a toll on her wounded leg. Even with Quinn helping her along she had to stop and rest several times. Each time Quinn would tell her that they should just turn back, that her leg isn’t healed enough for the stress she’s putting it through. Though Quinn might have been right about that, Isabell insisted that they push on anyway. Now that she’s here, her leg quivers, throbbing with hot pulses of pain. However, it isn’t quite threatening to give out on her, not yet at least.

The days she spent with Quinn in the walls seemed to blur together. She doesn’t really know how long she was gone, a few weeks maybe? Possibly even a month. She feels bad that she left Ezekiel and Marcus without an explanation. They must have been worried about her. She could occasionally hear them muffled through the walls, but aside from that she’s had no true contact with them.

Now that she’s out in the hall, it forces her to recall the scale of everything out here. Ideally, she would be able to get herself off of the floor. But to do that, she would have to make her way to the living room first. Given the state of her leg, that isn’t going to happen. Even if she did make it into the other room, she would have to climb the coffee table. That would be challenging even with two perfectly fine legs and some borrowing equipment. Considering she doesn’t have either of those, she decides to scrap that idea all together. She throws a glance over to Quinn who is standing against the entrance to the wall, leaning against the baseboard with her arms crossed. She looks as annoyed as ever.

Isabell considers trying to hobble her way to check in one of their rooms, she could at least lean against the wall to help her along. Two steps in that direction, the pain in her leg is enough to convince her to stay put. She resigns herself to the fact that she’s just going to have to stay put and wait for someone to come down the hall. One of them will have to come out eventually.

It isn’t too long before she feels the rumble of footsteps approaching. Her heart snags in her throat as the floor beneath her begins to shake and Ezekiel steps out into the hall. Seeing him makes her heart leap and her blood run cold all at the same time. She plasters herself against the baseboard, frozen. She’s never seen him from an angle this extreme before. The only times she has ever encountered a human like this was in the pet shop, and before. The memories that play through her mind are not great, to say the least.

She wants to be relieved to see him, and part of her is. But still, she can’t shove down the instinctual fear that causes her skin to prickle with the sense of danger. She tries to push the anxiety out of her mind but every muscle in her body is screaming in pure fear. Wide eyed, she looks to Quinn for help, but she has already disappeared into the wall, and closed the entrance.

“Ze- uh. Ezekiel?” Her voice is tight and weak. It barely reaches her own ears, so of course this doesn’t get the human’s attention. Her miniscule form cowering against the baseboard of the hall goes unnoticed as he stomps by. His footsteps send shockwaves that rattle through her bones as he passes.

She has a brief window of time to try and compose herself before the footsteps return. He’s making his way back to his room. Pushing down her nerves and holding her breath, she peels herself off of the wall just enough to wave her arms in an attempt to get his attention. This does it, the movement catches his eye, and he glances down at her. They both freeze.

His face doesn’t give away his thoughts, but it never does, she didn’t expect it to. Still, in that split second every bad thing that could happen rushes through her mind. Wordlessly, he bounds over to her, closing in the distance between them in just two long strides. It is very obvious that he’s stepping more carefully now that he’s aware of her presence. Though it doesn’t completely stop the shockwaves from causing the ground to quiver beneath him, they are noticeably gentler than before.

He is impossibly large. She already knew that but seeing him like this makes her head swim all over again. His massive form slowly sinks down to his knees in front of her. This is better, but not by much. He still towers over her effortlessly. Time seems to slow as she watches his hands rush forward. Part of her wants to run out to meet him and wrap her arms around his fingers. However, a larger part of her is absolutely terrified. She can’t stop herself from backing up so quickly she practically falls against the wall, plastering herself to the baseboard. The movement isn’t subtle at all.

All at once he rests his palms on the ground and looks down at her as if that was his intention the whole time. Her face grows hot as she realizes that he wasn’t reaching out for her. Of course, he wasn’t. He looms over her so casually; she has to look nearly straight up to see his face. Isabell waits for him to do something, but he just looks down at her. He has to look nearly straight down to see her face too. Her whole body is screaming at her now, not just her leg. Telling her it was stupid to come out here, she should have just stayed in the walls with Quinn. She had a chance for everything to go back to normal, and she threw it away. Why did she throw it away? Why is she here? She tries to control her shallow sporadic breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. She hasn’t felt a panic this intense since the day the two humans rescued her from the store. She just didn’t know it was a rescue yet. They loomed over her, staring down at her trembling form stuffed into a corner of that little box. She had come such a long way since that moment, and now she feels like she’s right back at square one. She didn’t know what to expect from them then, and she doesn’t know what to expect from Ezekiel now.

She remembers the times she’s tried to escape from Sal and Eddie. Those never ended well, she shudders at the memories. But this is different. She didn’t run away, there was nothing to escape from, and she’s back willingly. Above all that, she knows Zeke, and Marcus. They were the reasons she wanted to come back in the first place. For the first time she was somewhere that truly felt like home, and she wanted to go back. Sure, Zeke looks grumpy and intimidating, but underneath all of that he’s really nice and just kind of awkward. He probably just doesn’t know what to say to her either.

“I-I’m sorry.” Her nervous voice breaks through the silence. She tries to talk loud enough for him to hear. “I…. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long. I.. um.. I didn’t plan on… uh.. I wasn’t trying to.. I- I … ah. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize Isabell, I understand. Your… friend? She came by one night and I helped her gather some medicines. She wouldn’t disclose what had happened, but I assumed you had gotten hurt or sick in some way? I was really… Marcus and I… we were both really worried about you.”

“Sorry. I um. I was trying to come back, the first night… But I um.. I fell and… well, my leg. Um.” She pulls up her skirt, revealing the angry red line trailing from her hip to her calf. The stitches of black thread still holding her together. It isn’t pretty, but it’s honestly a lot better than what it was. Ezekiel inhales sharply and leans forward to get a better look.

Before she can react, his hands are curling around her. His fingertips gently pulling her away from the wall and into his waiting palms. She’s whisked off of her feet and up into the air. She’s startled to say the least. Ezekiel has always made it a point to never do this. He’s always asked if he could touch her, and he’s always let her climb onto his palm herself. Before the alarm bells can really start going off in her head, he stops. In one movement he’s pulled her close to his chest. The fingers that were loosely behind her crowd in as he wraps her up in an embrace. She’s frozen for a moment before realizing he isn’t planning on moving any further. He’s just holding her? Then it hit her, this is a hug. Her whole world shifts as he takes a deep breath. His heartbeat pulses all around her, and it’s fluttering beat tells her something that his demeanor would never reveal: He’s nervous, afraid even. She grips at his shirt, pulling herself closer as the tears that had been waiting to fall finally break through and roll down her cheeks. She takes one jagged breath, and he jolts, jerking his hands away from himself.

“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry. I-” Suddenly he remembers himself and begins lowering his hands back towards the ground. “This was completely out of line. I am so sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you… or scare you. Please don’t be scared.”

“No! no it’s okay. I’m fine.” She wipes the tears from her face, almost laughing as the tension is broken. He’s still the same, she’s missed him so much. “You don’t have to- don’t put me down. Please.” She pulls his thumb into her arms, and he stills. He observes her for a moment before nodding and raising her back up. He doesn’t pull her into his chest this time though. Instead, he holds her a bit closer to his face, his eyes trace over her leg. His other hand hovers nearby, fingertips ghosting at the hem of her dress, but not daring to come any closer. She twists so he can get a better view of her wound. The closeness makes her heart flutter. His face is her whole sky right now. His brow is furrowed slightly as he focuses on her leg. His eyelashes seem so long, and his gentle breathing shifts the air around her.

“Does it hurt?” He practically whispers. She nods. It does hurt. Everything hurts. Not as bad as it did, but it’s certainly no where near fully healed. “I’m so sorry.” His voice sounds strained.

“It’s alright. It was my fault. Besides, I’m a lot better now.” She smiles gently up at him.

“Are you hungry?” He says after a moment, lowering her away from his face. “Lets go make something to eat.” He rises slowly. She holds onto his thumb and tries to ignore how high up she is. Zeke pulls her close to his chest and cups his other hand around her. Even though she’s impossibly high off the ground, somehow, he makes her feel completely safe. “I should text Marcus, so he doesn’t freak out when he comes home.” His voice rumbles around her, and she smiles.

She’s home.

[hiruzensux]

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[jesterjamz]

well. here we are. the 1 year anniversary of the tally hall magical girl au.

i remember the very moment i created it. it was january 15th, 2021, the day after my ex broke up with me (this fact is not related). i was in geometry class & i was drawing ross in my sketchbook instead of doing my work. the pose he was in reminded me of a magical girl, from animes. magical girls are usually associated a lot with color, since usually every magical girl has a different color. so i did some quick research to make sure nobody else had done something similar, & then the thmgau was born.

& boy, what a wild year it's been. ive met so many friends throughout me writing the first act of the thmgau, & so many cool characters & memes have been born through it. although im not really fixated on the thmgau anymore, i still think i should celebrate the 1 year anniversary of the whole thing.

so, thank you guys, for supporting me throughout this year. i love you guys. & below the cut is one of the first pieces i drew for the thmgau (just for comparsion <3)

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gahhh the original drawing. why is ross fading into nothingness lol

[unproduciblesmackdown]

remembering a fun marble hornets trans wrights element throwback where i managed to show up for one of their first convention features & while this was ofc already [serious "hmm...Not Cis: me??"] occasions i wasn't yet out or anything like well time to suffer being known & perceived thusly....while i Was out by the same occasion the next year like well here i am again, different name, binder, no plans to give anyone any rundown about this thing, hope it goes smoothly anyways and/or i'm effectively giving a reintroduction anyhow even though i May have been up to more memorable things that last time....no conversations needed to be had, i think i had the impression i was recalled as the same person but it was an entirely chill time, just this as like an early and pretty unique Occasion of like, here's people who know me from In Person (and ig Kind of online, i also don't recall ever like distinctly linking said in person appearance to onlineness lol. it just may also have not been an unsolveable mystery or a mystery at all. but mostly in person, and that's the element i was focusing on anyways) and my showing up transly in person with a whole other name this time as the major difference really lol. like well hope this goes swimmingly....And It Did. and at some point not eons later ya boy tim with some cringe comp sincerety like oh let me make this post somewhere about how an epic element of being a known internet creator is meeting new & various people including explicitly the [mh fans are like exclusively The Gays. and then some unfiction posters] factor & i'm like lol well you're welcome. just doing my part. but fr that was neat like i'm glad to get chill indirect & direct trans validation from internet horror series contributors in that immediate period of coming out & having to sweat it like damn wasn't at this point last time around

[4giorno]

im gatekeeping tartaglia from people who say they hated/disliked him in the archon quest but started liking him bc of his story quest 💀💀💀💀💀💀

[aleximustdr4w]

When you appear as an angel

Knocking me down, looking my way

Could you ever kill the pain in my heart

Even though they say angels don't kill?

Finishing this art piece represents my final goodbye. Thank you for everything, Alexi. Rest easy now, Wildchild 🖤

Sketches on paper below the cut ⬇️

[aleximustd13]

Forgive me being unapologetically in love with u 🥺❤️

Skshkdshdhdk ily too 👉💕💝💓💗💕💕💝💞💗👈

[mzcain27]

More Val and Vin because I’m obsessed

Val has her phone on her whenever she shunts and while the internet on it doesn’t work in Luthadel she can do things like show Vin some music. Vin’s experience with it has mostly been as Valette and what she’d dance to at nobles’ parties which Val calls classical. Turns out Vin has pretty broad taste and her and Val work out a system with two iPods, Val giving a charged one to Vin and taking the dead one home to plug in, since Vin has no way to charge them herself.

Val also shows Vin audiobooks and once the actual reading part is taken out of the equation Vin takes more of a liking to books. She still doesn’t understand why Elend and Sazed like it as much as they do, and she prefers the fiction Val brings her to some of the stuffy things they read, but she does get it a bit more.

[lonelier-version-of-you]

...am I actually about to actually write and finish a fanfic for the first time in 4 months

is this the reaaal liiiife, or is this just fantaaasyyy

[vanishintoyou]

me: i dont wanna do anything im so exhausted all the time i feel lost i go home everyday and sleep and dont do anything i just let whatever happen nowadays

my friends: i see *gives me studying tips*

[bakumu-archive]

Hiii just wondering how the 500 follower event is coming along :) have a nice night 🥰

Haha imma be honest, I have rough ideas for most of them but I have not started. Kinktober took so much out of me and this past week I've been dealing with my whole family emergency and I've been spending everyday inside a hotel room that has zapped my writing creativity.

I do still plan on doing them of course!! I'm thinking about them everyday and they are gonna be one of my priorities when I get back, along with finishing my bakugou piece on ao3 (and then getting it up here), working on some holiday fics, finishing to capture a star, and starting my denki fic.

Haha wow this that is so much lmao but yeah I am still getting to them. Thank you for being patient and I hope you have a good night too 💖