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queenof3ferrets · 2 days
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@teethwitheyes101-blog saw yours and others pictures of dragons irl from random images and thought “why not?” So I decided to put my hat in the ring.
This is Rosemary and I THINK(haven’t completely decided/can’t tell cuz I made her up on the spot) she’s a nightwing/rainwing hybrid!
Tried out a new style I guess, and I played around with the light and darkness a bit
There are some changes I wanna make now that I’m looking at it but I’m happy with how it came out as a spur of the moment idea!
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nerdynuala · 1 month
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Taking the first steps of my not-so-slow but definitely steady descent into a new hyperfixation fandom
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zsofieia · 2 months
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tcoti except ink hadn’t forgotten and they actually got to meet under the tree and they lived happily ever after!!!!!!
had so so so much fun drawing this oh my god i LOVE colors!!!!!!!!!!!!
lowkey stressed over the forest bg because i’ve never done landscapes and sceneries EVER (which i prolly should start learning soon) but HEY!!! what is art if not stress and sunshine in a bottle all in one!!!!
ink by comyet
error by loverofpiggies/crayonqueen
the court of the inevitable (tcoti) by onlyplatonicirl
check out the fic!!!!! got some delicious heartbreak and savory misery! <3
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anon-402 · 1 month
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"...no kiss?" "not in public!"
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More Batfam incorrect quotes
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pt. 3
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Steph: “You’re running on four hours of sleep-”
Tim: “Two”
Steph: “What?”
Tim: “It’s two hours of sleep”
Steph: “Did you not take a nap?”
Tim: “No I had a monster”
Steph: “You sad little pebble, sad little creature on the floor”
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Duke: “You’re starting patrol I’m starting dinner. We are not the same”
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Dick: “there’s three whole slices of pizza in the trash”
Jason: “Dick no”
Dick: “Dick yes”
Jason: “Dick no”
Dick: “Dick yes”
Jason: “Dick NO”
Dick: “Dick YES” *grab a slice of pizza*
Damian: *slaps the pizza out of his hand*
Damian: “RICHARD NO”
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Steph: “You guys are just haters”
Duke: “no”
Cass: “fuck you”
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Dick: “Jason that is a great way to lose a finger”
Bruce: *appearing from the void* “What’s a great way to lose a finger?”
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Steph: "Cassandra.." *falling onto a couch very dramatically*
Cass: *Lands dramatically and matching energy on other couch to mirror Steph* "Stephanie"
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Jason: “I can be the biggest asshole and I’m fucking proud of it”
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Dick: “I have to preface this story by saying I was in a good comma afterwards for 17 hours”
Bruce: WHAT?!
Dick: “Alfred woke me the next day at 5pm to see if I was alive”
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*Tim and Stephwalking past each other on campus*
Tim: “Steph!”
Steph: “Tim!”
Tim: “I got like 3 hours of sleep last night! :D”
Steph: “I got like 4 hours of sleep last night! :D”
Tim: “Ayeeee”
Steph: “Ayeeee”
*continue to walk past each other*
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*Jason talking to the Outlaws*
Jason: “I lent out some of my books to one of my siblings and I just realized that there was a piece of paper in one that was used as a bookmark, so I took it out and this is what I saw”
*picture of a small piece of paper that says “this is your place :) satan loves you 🖤🖤” *
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defenderofue · 11 months
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yes. mhm. havw this little uh thing yes. take it, go on 🚶🚶
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theroundbartable · 11 days
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Arthur is out with a couple coworkers whom he isn't out to. They keep encouraging him to flirt with random girls, so eventually he does due to peer pressure.
The moment he does, Merlin steps in and rants him into a pulp for harrassing those girls (who happens to be one of Merlin's friends.)
(It's the hackling from the background that ticked Merlin off, Arthur barely said anything.) Arthur's coworkers fight the fight for him but Arthur himself is more than intrigued by Merlin's courage.
After that, Arthur visits the bar more often. But he doesn't get to talk to him because Merlin doesn't like him and ignores him. At some point, Arthur becomes desperate and asks one of his girl friends to assist him to get Merlin to talk to him... By staging that he's harrassing them (they are in on it) and Merlin feels the need to step in... Time and time again until Arthur is kicked out from the bar for life.
When the bartender tells Arthur that he has to leave, Arthur's desperation grows even worse and he begs to be allowed to leave one last message. He writes it on a napkin and tells him to give it to Merlin.
"sorry for being a pratt. You're cute and I didn't know how else to talk to you!
Here is my number: xxxx-xxxx"
Naturally, Merlin thinks it's either a prank or that Arthur handed it to the wrong person, so he texts Arthur pretending to be Elena, the last girl arthur "harrassed". Btw, all Arthur's "victims" somehow ended up befriending Merlin and encouraging Arthur to keep trying because Merlin is single and his only flaw is that he doesn't listen when someone tries to explain to him that it was all a scheme.
Elena (Merlin): you gave me your number, are you serious?! You got kicked out for harrassing me!
Arthur: sorry, Who is this?
Elena (Merlin): this is Elena, the blond girl you attacked?!?! You do that often?!
Arthur: you have a new number? Jesus, Elena, I almost had a heart attack. Do you know if Merlin got my number yet?
Elena (Merlin): ???
Arthur: and why are you texting me like that?! Is he watching? Am I supposed to write something?
Elena (Merlin): I have this number from the napkin the barkeeper gave me
Arthur: That doesn't make sense, Elena. I have your number saved! I've known you since kindergarten! Why would you say that?!
Merlin: So... You MEANT to send it to me? This isn't Elena, btw, this is Merlin. What do you mean, you've known her since Kindergarten?!
Merlin: ...
Merlin: hey, why aren't you answering?!
Arthur: hey
Merlin: what?! The hell?! Why would you give the barkeeper your number to give to me? And why do you know Elena?!
Arthur (Morgana): Hello, this is Arthur's sister, my name is Morgana. My dear brother is currently panicking because he thinks you're cute and he would like to date you. But he chickened out because you actually texted him and that's why I had to take over.
Merlin: yeah... Right
Arthur (Morgana) it's true though. He asked some of his friends to help him get a rise out of you. He's truly pathetic, but he showed me a picture, so I get it. Elena and Mithian are just some of them. You can ask them, too.
Merlin: wait... What?!
Arthur (Arthur): I can't believe she told you that
Merlin: you
Merlin: what
Merlin: is this a prank
Arthur: can't you just reject me already, I'm dying over here.
Merlin: no fucking way.
Merlin: If you're actually some sort of decent person, no way I'm missing out. You're hot
Arthur (Morgana): this is Morgana again. Arthur is panicking again. Saturday 2pm?
Merlin: sounds good to me.
Merlin: I'm flattered... Haha
Arthur (Morgana): you should be. I've never seen him so excited. You're gonna have an easy game.
Arthur (Morgana): okay, I gotta go, he just passed out.
Merlin: oh... Okay. Thank you?!
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strangelysilver · 1 year
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i love it when powerful, intelligent characters fall in love with each other, especially amidst a conflict, because those types of characters are often so seemingly invulnerable and untouchable
yet have two of them fall in love and suddenly neither are quite so invincible anymore. they’re each other’s achilles heel. their weakness. 
and they know this. maybe their love will be their downfall. maybe it will all end in pain. the danger is there. 
but it doesn’t matter, because they can’t go back, and they don’t want to go back anyways.
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jaysker · 7 months
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"Hey Noah, what's your type?"
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Concept: Noah in a glamorous pink outfit surrounded by all his ships a la Marilyn Monroe in Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend
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havent drawn rhis dude in while here's a doodle
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celluloidbroomcloset · 3 months
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It bothers me to see folks complaining that Ed can’t possibly be abused or feel fear or make mistakes because that would make him weak, and obviously he is not weak.
Ed is the big, tattooed, badass pirate. That’s a part of who he is. He’s a brilliant sailor and tactician; he understands drama and how to use fear. He can put on his armor and emerge from the sea and use the violence that he understands intimately to fight for the people he loves.
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He has also been craving softness and tenderness for years. That’s what his story is about—he's been trapped in this hypermasculine role, likely originally to protect himself and to fit into the society that would absolutely break him if he was anything else. But from the moment we see him as a child, he's wanted the silk. He wants that gentle hand that will touch his heart and tell him that fine things belong to him, and that those fine things are not shameful or embarrassing. He’s scared of becoming the Kraken; he’s traumatized, he’s afraid of being killed or hurt, and the only way he knows to stop that is to be the meanest, biggest, baddest pirate he can be. He flinches when people get too close to his face. He’s afraid to show his emotions because what if others think he’s weak and use that against him?
Ed's softness is right below the surface. Stede just has to talk to him for half an hour to bring it out—hell, the gentleness with which Ed treats Stede even before that reveals his softness. And that's not "weakness"—that’s care and compassion that toxic masculinity tries to couch as weakness.
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Ed’s entire arc uses the concept of how exhausting it is being constantly STRONG, when strength means not having emotions other than anger or showing any sign of vulnerability. He shows that exhaustion the first time we meet him. Everyone depends on him; he can't show fear because then everyone else will be scared too. Not even being able to talk about your fears or even the things that make you happy. He can’t even be joyful! That just shows that he’s crazy!
He and Stede become co-captains almost immediately, even if they don’t call themselves that, because suddenly the weight can come off of Ed and he can indeed be creative and let his mind work again.
Ed is told that all the things he wants are weakness, and all the things that Stede represents are weakness. He has to be violent. He has to destroy the things he loves. And he has, in the past. He’s hurt people and he’s been cruel to people and he’s destroyed things and other people. He’s been shaped by violence and told that’s all he is. He can’t be in love and he can’t be soft and he can’t even have fun—having fun is weakness too.
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And the show clearly develops that the things he’s told about strength, about what "being a man" means, is abuse! He’s being abused—both by a culture and by an individual (yes, by Izzy) who is himself trapped in that culture. He can’t love anything; he has to kill it, to show that he’s still Blackbeard. And constantly having to kill those things is destroying him bit by bit because he thinks that’s all he is and all he deserves.
Ed is not "weak." Ed has survived in a world where he's been told everything gentle in him is a weakness and that world has still failed to kill those things. It takes a few minutes of conversation with a man who understands that experience to bring those things out and for him to see that he might be safe with this person.
Ed decides to live. He decides to overcome all the bullshit that has been thrown at him, including by people who claim to love him, and to say that it's not true he's a monster and he's unlovable. He decides to shed the persona that has shielded him because it's now trapping him, and to put it on again in order to protect the man he loves. He decides to trust Stede again. He decides to tell Stede he loves him.
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He's exceptionally brave.
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sky-kiss · 4 months
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Eternal
“Will it always be blood between us?” Raphael asks, tipping his head to the side. Blood tracks through an amalgamation of dirt and sweat. For once, Tav sees none of his typical bravado. It’s not the devil, ambitious, ageless, driven, standing before her. He’s only a man, exhausted. 
Tav scrubs at her face, body aching. 
He wants the Crown.
She refuses to give it up. 
And so it must be war. Tav stands to her full height, willing down the pain. It pales compared to the duller hurts: an ache in her chest she cannot adequately quantify and bone-deep weariness. She wants to lay down her sword. Tav wants to rest. 
“It has to be,” she says, sighing. The hero manages to smile. 
He does not return it. He shakes his hand, residual motes of hellfire sputtering and dying in the otherwise stagnant air. “How long have we danced this dance?” 
Oh, gods, she’s lost track. Time is strange in the Astral Plane. It stretches on and on. Her voice is soft. “Centuries, maybe.” 
“Too long.” 
It’ll go on far longer—an unstoppable force, an immovable object…gods above, how miserable. 
Tav scrubs a hand through her hair, moves towards a rocky outcropping, and sits. She pats the spot beside her. To his credit, Raphael chuckles, dipping into a low half-bow before joining her. The devil hums before reaching out to grasp her chin. His expression twists with something inexplicable. Not longing, not in the traditional sense, but some cousin. In his eyes, she sees all the lost potential, shattered hopes, and dreams put on pause because of her supposed righteousness. 
He sighs, thumb swiping over her lower lip. “And to think, we might have avoided all this. If not for your pride.” 
Tav laughs, leaning against his shoulder. “Mmm. I suppose I should have trusted a devil’s word? You’d have been peaceable, passive. You’d have been content with just the Hells.” She glances up at him. “We both know that’s a lie. So…here we are.” He grunts in affirmation. Tav takes his right hand, bringing it to her lips. There’s a scar running across his right knuckles- her gift to him. It sends a sickly thrill of possession through her. He wears her mark (and gods only know, she wears his). Tav speaks against his skin. “Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll finally kill me.” 
Raphael laughs, low, hollow. “Perhaps. And you’ll have robbed my triumph of its sweetness, you spiteful creature.” 
There’s nothing left to say. Tav kisses him, tastes promise and poison, tastes what might have been. It is sickly sweet, tearing at her inside. Raphael strokes her cheek. Then, he stands. 
“Come, hero. Again. Kill or be killed. Cede the Crown to its proper master.” 
And so, they begin again. 
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soyachkka · 3 months
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umm hi, I'm kinda new here
i dunno what to post sooo some of my Enkivaldr sketches. I'm not into drawing men but I really tried cuz I really love them
shout out to @momijigari for AMAZING comic and design that I fell in love with
srry my english is not really good tho
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xxalphaclownxx · 3 months
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woo!! noah ships!! my favouritest guy getting all the love he deserves!!
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louisisalarrie · 2 months
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