Saria from Ark Knights as a borfday gift for @chuunyu! They have v pretty art u should check them out.

Prompt:

Red Hood finds Nightwing in the throes of fear toxin, babbling about missed calls and text messages.

letters from his Spellbinder

happy TWO YEAR anniversary to everyone who attended the destiel wedding!

and happy valentines day to the rest of you guys <3 click the image for a surprise!

if you’ve ever seen that one post (i’ll link it in the replies) about the parallels between the rodeo scene in 12x11 and the movie “urban cowboy” and it entirely broke your brain, then this post is for you. and also i’m kissing you on the mouth

[ID. Digital art of Dean Winchester done in black and white. He’s is laid back on top of an electric bull. One hand rests on his hip while the other hovers in mid-air, fingers slightly curled, and he seems to be looking at it. When clicked, the transparency shows Castiel standing behind him. Castiel is holding Dean’s hand to his lips, while his other hand supports the back of Dean’s head. Castiel has a visible halo and wings that he has curled protectively around Dean. End ID.]

I don’t have the original file for this anymore but I do have screenshots of these old sketches I was doing for an ff14 beach visual novel concept.

I might pick it up again at some point but for now take these pieces that made me chuckle when I saw them again

Hitting you with my new design for Qi Rong. Here's the design things and changes I made:

I loved how stupidly the colors clashed on his Donghua fit but I wanted it to look a little different.

I also always pictured him with shorter scrappy hair but I really liked the braid in the Donghua so now he has both. I mean look how terrible his bangs are. He is the embodiment of perfection.

I gave him a bunch of skulls and bone themes stuff because it's cool and fits his vibe. I have no idea what the skull around his neck came from though. I'm gonna say it's the skull of an infant.

His teeth are really effed up too. I want him to just look really gross and disturbing and the teeth just gave that image to me. The toothgap is so fat you could fit a pencil, maybe even two pencils in it. And when his mouth is closed his bottom flat teeth are so short that in addition to the tooth gap, theres just this gaping hole which he probably sticks his tongue out of to be a chaotic little shit.

The scar on his neck was something I came up with based on my own headcannons. We don't really know for sure how he died as a mortal, just that it was probably in a massacre of the Xianle royalty. So if he was executed, I'd like to imagine he was beheaded as thats typically how exucutions would go. I also wanted the scar to mirror Xie Lian's cursed shackle because these two parralel to each other so hard it's not even funny.

The thumbless glove stayed because thats funny as shit. My boy really is just telling everyone to fuck off.

I kind of liked doing this and so I might go after Hua Cheng or He Xuan next.... it depends on how people react to feral goblin Qi Rong and his fucked up teeth.

I love the comic book writing sensibility that Frequency has, like how Three and Five's ending is great for the story being told but if it were a published comic it would still leave them on the table for if a future writer wanted to use them.

whats funny is that despite doing my best to keep in line with dc comics/comic writing sensibilities throughout the fic (staying as comics-accurate as possible in terms of continuity/tone/characterization/story elements etc) that particular comic writing reality was one that was like. kind of a genuine anxiety that i didn't know i had until i started writing this thing.

ive said before that in the original concept for Frequency all of the clones (besides Thad) were going to end up dead. whether it was via killing each other or unintentionally being the instrument of their own demise (disney villain style). obviously it changed because creating an entire narrative about this one character's redemption arc and then not allowing any of the other villains to have a shot at redemption felt hypocritical and like. mean. not to mention antithetical to the whole ethos of the story.

but the reason why killing off all the other clones was my first instinct is partially because i had this kinda subconscious recoil to the idea that any of them would actually continue on after the story was over.

like, because i was trying to stick to canon so much, while figuring out the story a thought came up a couple times that basically went like, "okay, well, if this was a real comic, then...". and inevitably i had a realization that if this WAS a real comic, my original clone characters would be canonized, and therefore available to any future writer who wanted to yank them out of their respective endgames and inject them into other stories. which i Did Not Like the Idea Of.

classic "making up a guy to get mad at" except it was more "making up a reality to get anxious about". because obviously no matter how much it sticks to canon, Frequency still exists in a fan-created space.

but! i'd never made up original characters to put in my own fanmade stuff before and was definitely feeling protective. because all those original clones i made had yknow: a story purpose and narrative function to facilitate the actual key characters, Thad and Bart. the idea of them being removed from that context in any capacity, even if it was in the hands of a good writer, made me have this gut "no STOP you're ruining it!!!!" reaction.

they were all made for Frequency, and to foil Thad as a character, i didnt like the idea of Three being brought back as a one-note villain or Jude and Nathaniel getting folded into the wider Flash cast of allies. and none of them were made to be main character material. plus the character roster at DC is already uhh Extremely Stacked i genuinely did not want the takeaway to be "and here's the nEW ADDITIONS TO THE FLASH FAMILY!" because that wasnt the intention

anyway i got over it lol. i still did my best not to leave any loose ends, and have each ending be wholly satisfying on its own, and ideally the oc clones basically continue on offscreen while the true adventures are based around Thad and Bart. but yeah it felt right to leave off on that note (and served the story much better than killing everybody off)

I love getting unreasonably obsessed with songs and making unreasonably deep analysis memes over them

cw – nsfw. shitpost. ooc?? the usual. i don't even know what to write here. just let me tease him and suck his dick. the trial of scorching sands event image did things to my brain. not proof-read.

the more exposed a body part is, the less sensitive it becomes – that's how it works, right? so that your senses don't become overwhelmed when certain stimuli are applied, like the wind or the heat or even a touch? it makes sense to you.

here, with him pinned against the wall by your body weight, you didn't expect cyno to be sensitive. it's a treat nonetheless.

the way his muscles tense up and contract when you slide you fingertips down from his ribcage to his navel; the way he shivers when you press the palm of your hands against his skin, curling around his waist and rubbing his sides; the strangled moan that leaves his lips when you kiss and lick and bite his chest, slowly making your way down without leaving marks no matter how much you want to.

cyno bucks his hips when you mouth at his clothed cock, one hand covering his mouth and the other burying itself in your hair, pressing your nose closer to his navel. you laugh, muffled, sending warm puffs of air against his skin and he twitches underneath your mouth, making you flatten your tongue on the cloth of his underwear – it's quickly becoming damp with your spit and his pre-cum.

you drag your fingernails on the skin of his calves and thighs and he trembles; the hazy look in his visible eye is addicting, and you don't look away as you drag his underwear down until his cock springs free from its confinement, hitting you cheek. you don't look away as you lazily pump him a couple of times before taking the tips into your mouth as you squeeze the base, watching as the hand on his mouth comes down and tangles into your hair as well, giving you full view of the way his expression changes.

you don't look away as you slowly take more of him into your mouth, tongue flat on the underside, watching until he finally closes his eye and lets out a long, low moan – it's only then that you allow yourself to close your own eyes and force him past the barrier of your throat. cyno's moan turn into a whine, and you hum around him in return, digging your nails on the inside of thigh as tears pool in your eyes.

cyno curls into you, fingers ghosting your cheek as he whispers, strangled, "fuck, sweetheart— you take me so well–"

That the occupational therapist/ergonomic advisor I met with today was appalled by how I've been treated by doctors when bringing up mobility aids shows how the more knowledgeable one is about mobility aids the less likely they are to dismiss people who could actually benefit from them. Who knew

just realized one of the songs is called Phantasy Land

can’t believe there’s no balcony neighbors to friends to lovers obikin au

so like imagine like anakin and obi-wan live in apartments that face each other and are separated by a narrrow alleyway, so when both are out on their own balconies, they can pretty easily see each other and talk. they don’t but they could is the thing, it’s just a weird sort of line to step over, being in someone’s space so intimately but not being invited there, witnessing someone’s life move along like an unstoppable ocean current, but not being in the water with them.

anakin knows what book obi-wan is reading and which newspaper he subscribes to. obi-wan knows anakin’s favored brand of beer and how he sounds when he sings his baby to sleep. anakin has overheard many arguments between obi-wan and his lawyer and his estranged wife about the divorce case. they’re physically close enough that when anakin steps out one summer night, obi-wan can wordlessly pass him a cigarette over the divide. “i don’t smoke normally,” obi-wan says, with a flick of his wrist to shake loose the ash. “i know,” anakin says, because he does. “divorce was finalized yesterday,” obi-wan says. “i know,” anakin says, because he does. “my name’s obi-wan,” obi-wan says. “anakin,” anakin says because he hadn’t known that.

there are fic writers writing stories, and then there are darthfett writers, constructing narrative structure that would make Nietzsche almost believe in the inherent goodness of human nature,

sunshine court no context

I would like to formally apologise for thinking that Cherry magic Thailand wouldn't be good. The original is one of my favourite shows ever, so I was really doubtful about the adaptation, especially since it was going to be thai, but I have never been happier to be proved wrong. This show is a gem. It's so good.