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Got a special treat for ya'll! With love from Luis and the MSA team.
Celebrating 10 Years of Ghost with this Lo-Fi Mix ❤️❤️❤️
Produced by Jellybox
Art Direction - Kasey Williams
Animation & Compositing - Laura Serrano Miralles
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Some unposted Tolkien art I've been collecting over the years 💫
Huan and Lúthien | Yavanna and Aulë | Celeborn and Galadriel | Fingon | Galadriel but Art Nouveau | Vairë, the Weaver | Lórien and Mandos | Some Hobbiteses
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i think i just stumbled into a new fave aver piece of art but i cant find a title...
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I will never get over Cherik putting a mask on OVER HIS MASK
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Just another mini random obsession of mine. Mixing together the post about fabrics being a luxury good to cybertronians and humans being very interesting to bots..
The idea that humans need soft cushiony surfaces to recharge and be comfy, as well as piles of fabrics over them to stay warm, and plush squares under their heads to insure maximum recharge capabilities are met. The idea that humans need that makes bots go wow so soft. But then for humans they're like "you just lay on hard metal surfaces?? Isn't that uncomfortable?" And the bot is like "no? Why would it be?" And they worry when they're sleeping with a human in their berth and have nothing plush to offer them to sleep with whehwh just the metal birth and their metal frame ehbehe the differences must be confusing for both groups and the urge to want the other to be comfortable is probably stressful (moreso a concern for the bot rather than the human))
(((And Ofc if ur sleeping on a hard surface ur neck and back will be stiff too which just perpetuates the guilt in the bot ehehehebbw)))
Rant over thank u for ur time 💖
This actually goes pretty well with my other headcanon, which is that Cybertronians almost NEVER move around in their sleep. Humans do so we don't get sore or keep pressure on certain muscles for too long, but Cybertronians tend to lay stock-still, arms at their sides, unmoving the entirety of their recharge cycle. So it isn't unfeasible for a human to bring just some extra padding up on top of their robot partner for late night cuddles.
Picture clambering up on Rodimus's chassis or into Optimus's servo and unfurling your foam mattress topper and blankets, or curling up inside a bot's cassette bay or cockpit with your pillows and stuffed animals. <3 I feel like some bots might forget you're in there in the morning though. (Skywarp and Blaster)
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expandable list of my favourite dialogue tags/descriptors
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Day 2 of the @heartsandsparksshipweek
Battle Couple/Reunion
First, let me explain.
I know I'm WAY past late. I realized that things happened over the ship week (along with some of my files ended up being lost and I couldn't recover them).
But here is day two! And I got day 3 done as well. This is the Reunion of Charlie and Bee (and I know Charlie isn't in the aligned continuity, but I don't care! I did it!), which Bee is surprised to see Charlie again, and in the scrapyard no less!
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Erik from the 1990 miniseries
It was my first attempt at trying to draw him and will not be the last because I love the miniseries. On another note, I can not draw ears, so don't look at it for too long🫠
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Ursa Major
Lumberjack John Price, retired British Army captain, owns and operates 5,000 acres of selective harvesting land for his logging company. Unfortunately, you work for an environmental firm as a consultant, and it’s your job to tell him he has to stop logging at once since his harvest is encroaching on rare bear habitats. But, something’s not quite right about the bears, or about these lumberjacks, and you’re determined to get to the bottom of it.
Bear Price is here! Hope y'all enjoy it. Make sure to subscribe on AO3 or check back here for (hopefully) weekly updates.
Huge thanks to my alpha reader, @vampirekilmerfic for sticking with me through the planning stages, and to my faithful betas, @gemmahale and @eclecticgrimlin 🩷 Love y'all so much.
Another long fic, here we go!
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I don’t know if you are still writing for tattoo!au or not, but I’ve had brain worms for ages since I came across your writing, I recently had a massive tattoo of a Pegasus on my leg done (it was done in November originally)
but my artist was a absolute Dick, he sabotaged my tattoo alongside his other clients, and yet he had a amazing rep and had over 20 years experience in the industry, thankfully I have a new artist who is amazing and has fixed it up for me and I got a new tattoo through him last week,
but I was thinking of a scenario where the reader goes to the 141 for one of them to fix a screwed up tattoo that was sabotaged or went wrong for whatever reason🙏 a tiny bit of self indulgent🤣
If not that is totally okay! Just wanted to send these brain worms out!!🤣
man, i'm so fucking mad on your behalf, and so is price.
soon as you walk in, the large man with the archaic facial hair points to your leg with a judgemental look.
"you gettin' that fixed?" he says in lieu of a greeting, and it takes you a second to find your words. it's embarrassing, really. you knew the other artist who'd done it had done a really shit job, but to have it called out immediately like that makes you want to curl up into a ball from mortification.
"yeah..." you reply, unable to make eye contact. fuck, it's really that bad, huh?
"come on, then, let's assess the damage." he says with a jerk of his head, urging you to follow his lead. you do, wordlessly becoming his shadow all the way back to his station, hopping onto the table after he puts down a fresh sheet of paper for you to lie on. soon as his gloves are on, his hands are on you, positioning your leg so he can get a better look at the 'art' someone else had left on you.
the vision you'd had in mind was brought to life by the initial sketch from your original artist, but it didn't translate to the tattoo itself. you're not sure if it was intentional or just an off-day for them, but either way, when the piece had healed entirely, you knew you wouldn't go back to them to fix it.
"i, uh, i was told by a friend that john is the guy to see about touchups." you say nervously, feeling awkward as this man stares at your leg with a disapproving look.
"that's me." he replies easily, scrunching his nose and shaking his head. "so. who did this to you?"
"oh, uh, i don't really want to-"
"come on, you want them to do this to someone else? and charge them for it?" john asks, cocking an eyebrow that makes you feel like a scolded child. "they mangled this, sweetheart. there needs to be consequences. you know they'll just keep doing it over and over, half-arseing it until someone holds them accountable."
"i- i'll tell you when we're done, if that's ok?" you ask, hoping that maybe john will calm down and forget by the time he's finished. he looks at you for a beat, expression unreadable, before he nods and starts setting up his station.
"should only take an hour or so. mad as i am about the shit work, it's easily fixable shit work. you let me know if you need a break, all right?" he says as he settles into his seat, clicking on the motor to the tattoo machine.
sitting for john is easy. he's not as heavy-handed as your last artist, and praises you the entire time he slags off your old artist, telling you that they must be a 'right dipshit, fucking up a piece on someone who sits so nice and still.'
it takes a little over an hour and a half, but the finished piece is beautiful. he's managed to fix it completely, nary a sign of a wobbly line or a blown out section. your last guy was just a tattooist, john is an actual, factual, tattoo artist. you can't help but ogle yourself as he cleans off the plasma and blood, revealing the art on your skin.
"oh my god, that's- that's what i'd hoped for the first time. it's really beautiful, john. i can't thank you enough." you say, unable to pry your gaze away from your own leg, glistening with second skin. "what do i owe you?"
"just a name, sweetheart." john says with a wicked glint in his eye. you give it reluctantly, chewing at your lip and feeling like a narc, but john just smiles at you sweetly, patting you on the back as soon as you tell him.
"promise me you'll come back here next time you want something done. doesn't have to be me, but anyone in this shop will make sure you get what you want the first time 'round. yeah?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically. no way would you go back to that other place, not after all that. john sees you out, giving you his business card and a little wink as you go out the door.
the next day you get a text from a friend, complaining that her tattoo appointment with your old artist has been postponed indefinitely. apparently, four masked men had broken into their shop and taken hammers to his hands.
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spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.
for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing
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My husband just finished his first BG3 play-through and his giant, metalhead-lookin' tiefling bard married Gale, and let me I tell you both my husband and I were kicking our feet and twirling our hair and giggling over how romantic Gale is, oh my GOD, what a DREAMBOAT, what a LOVER, oh, the man that you are, Gale Dekarios.
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i was think about gojo in his 40s. the white hair never losing it's shine because he uses expensive hair care. but no money can hide the aging. which is why there's a faint hint of wrinkles appearing near his eyes, his hands rougher than usual when they caress your waist. how you tiptoe your way to give him a peck and you feels his white stubble graze your cheeks. after all these years, he is still an eye candy. his fashion sense never dropped. he decorates himself in most luxurious suits and casuals. although his taste in cologne has changed. he prefers more earthy or woody scent than metallic ones. he looks his age, no doubt. but he has maintained himself in such a way that even after 12 years later, he still manages to take breaths away with his appearance and mannerisms. he is more mature now (funny how the 28 year old him wasn't) but you know the kid inside you never dies so he pulls occasional pranks on his students.
his voice is a little hoarse now but it still turns soft when he speaks to you. demeanor more cold now but his eyes still perks up when he sees you. and when you embrace him in your arms, he feels home. not a care in the world. like he is eighteen again, falling in love for the first time.
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