Mending

“Oh, damn it all!” Gale shouted. “This robe wasn’t cheap....” Upon their return to camp, he’d discovered that one of the gnolls they’d fought had gotten a little too close - and its attack had torn a fist-sized hole into his garment.

“Move, let me look at it.” Astarion barged his way through the rest of the group, examining the damage up close. Gale froze, startled. He’d never seen Astarion express concern like this before, and judging by everyone else’s expressions, he wasn’t the only one who was surprised.

“It’s bad, but it’s fixable,” Astarion said, his crimson eyes still locked onto the cloth in his hands. “Enough of the fabric is still there we probably won’t even need a patch.” He moved away and waited, seeming pleased with himself. “Well, go on, take it off. Let’s get this taken care of.”

***

The pair sat together near Gale’s tent while Astarion set to work. He’d insisted on getting started right away, while there was still some daylight. After retrieving a little sewing kit from his bag, he set to work with practiced ease, lining up either side of the rip to stitch it back together.

“I never realized you knew how to sew,” Gale remarked, watching intently.

“Well, I had to keep my clothes together all those years somehow. I’m too pretty to wear rags, you know.”

“I suppose,” Gale replied. “I’m just surprised is all. It’s not the sort of thing I thought you’d be interested in.” Astarion let out an amused chuckle, never looking up from his work.

“Yes, well... like I said, it was more out of necessity than anything else. Someone had to keep my shirts from falling to ruin, and gods know it wasn’t going to be Cazador.” There was an audible crunch as his jaw slammed shut, grinding his teeth at the mention of his former captor. “Hmph. If he caught me fussing over a rip, he’d tear it further and throw it back in my face.”

Gale’s heart ached at his friend’s pain, but he stayed silent. There was nothing he could say, really, and that was the worst part.

“Still, I do enjoy it,” Astarion continued after a little while, his expression softening a bit. “It’s satisfying, seeing everything knit back together. Gives me a chance to take my mind off things.” He smiled - a sad, pained smile, but a smile nonetheless. “And I suppose it meant I still had something, even if it was just my favorite shirt.” He returned to his work in silence, still smiling. Gale looked on for a while. It was a side of his companion he’d never seen, and he was sure to relish the opportunity.

“Thank you, by the way,” Gale said. “I really appreciate it. I know you normally wouldn’t just help someone for free.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you can think of a way to pay me back later on,” Astarion remarked with a mischievous wink.

“I’m not letting you drink my blood.”

“Oh, lighten up darling, I was kidding. It’s no trouble, and I hate seeing good clothes go to waste. I’m nearly finished.”

A few more stitches later, he gave the thread a final pull, and the two torn sides joined together almost as if it had never happened. All that remained was to tie it off.

“There we are,” Astarion announced with a grin. “Good as new.”

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

so, would you?

nothing important under the cut, you don't need to look haha

can’t talk about it

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The comic starts with the sounds "thud, thud, click". Vash, mid-action of peeling an apple, turns to the sound, noticing who it was that entered, and says, "Oh, Wolfwood, you're back." He resumes back to his apple in the next panel as he speaks, "Where'd you go? You snuck out of bed quickly this morning..." Wolfwood's hand then enters the panel, hovering over Vash's cheek and Vash looks up as Wolfwood asks, "Can I?" Vash responds, "Not going to talk about it?" while using a hand to gently hold Wolfwood's hovering hand and presses a kiss to his inner palm.

Vash then gets up fully, setting down the knife down on the table and the apple onto a plate, He leans into Wolfwood as Wolfwood explains, "Had to meet someone. Nothing interesting to talk about." Vash kisses Wolfwood's left cheek and a hand moves to cup his other cheek while muttering, "You're being vague." Wolfwood says neutrally, "If yer really that curious, keep askin'. We  can talk about that instead of doing this." Vash leans back and responds, "Let's talk after, since... You look so tired."

The panel pans to a close up of Wolfwood's downcast eyes, bags heavy underneath his eyes. He doesn't allow Vash to sit in that moment for long though, then saying, "Yer not helping, Spikey. Being all slow with it... I could fall asleep right now." He moves his hand to start unclasping Vash's coat, starting from his collar. Vash with red cheeks, responds briskly, "Oh, shut up. I'm worried about you. I can't be worried?"

The final shot shows Wolfwood's back to the viewer while Vash's softened expression can be seen as he holds gently onto the side of Wolfwood's face and a hand firm on his waist. Wolfwood responds, "I'm fine, seriously," pausing for a moment before continuing, "Is it okay to still..?" Vash responds, "Yeah, it's okay."

The next image is a shot from later that night after the previous comic. Vash and Wolfwood are now in bed, half naked. Wolfwood's buries his face into Vash's chest, his arms wrapped around him, while Vash is petting at his hair. Vash reminds him, "Hey. You said we'd talk about it." Wolfwood pauses for a moment before piping up, "In the morning? I'm sleepy." Vash says, "Okay..."

The next two pages start from the morning after. Wolfwood is already fully awake, pulling on his outer jacket as he says to Vash, whos' still bundled in his blankets, "Breakfast is on the table. Make sure to eat it. I'm going to grab some things in town and then we're leavin'. Got it?" Vash says, "Mh." Wolfwood responds, "Good. See ya in a bit." The dialogue starts to shift into Vash's inner thoughts now, as he gets up and eats toast, thinking, "Wait. Weren't we supposed to... talk about it?" The next shot then shows him fully up, meeting Wolfwood in town. He carries a half worried expression with him while Wolfwood slides on his glasses for him. A quick panel shows Wolfwood's tired expression from the night before and quickly juxtaposes with Wolfwood in front of him who's smiling gently, the shades covering his eye bags. Wolfwood asks him, "Still not awake yet?" Vash pauses, his thoughts stirring, thinking, "Oh. I guess I was getting ahead of myself... thinking you owe me that kind of honesty." He smiles at Wolfwood and responds, "I'm awake!" His thoughts continue, "Maybe one day, you'd trust me enough to share your burdens."

The final image shows Wolfwood pulling at Vash's cheek and Vash complains, "Owwwww why..." Wolfwood quickly says, "You were thinking something stupid, right? It's all over yer face." Vash mutters, "Nooo, I wasn't..." END ID]

I know its not canon but I always liked the idea that Flurry Heart grew up to be a normal pony. Never went on any princess-title-earning quest, no grand magical destiny, no real royal responsibilities. Just a normal pony (who happens to be an alicorn) free to enjoy life with her friends and hobbies

I love transformers art so much. It has so much range to it in media choice and style and composition. Becoming a tf fan and immersing myself in the art on here has genuinely made my art so much richer. I've considered approaches I never would have considered before.

So many fandoms fall into this well where one art style/approach gets popular and then everything flows around it. Sometimes it's so strong you can literally break the fandom's art into eras. But transformers art seems to do the opposite. At least on Tumblr

It's repaired a bit of my brain that's been damaged by the wildly popular mass produced art styles that are so popular on instagram (and I imagine twitter also). I love so many of the transformers artists on here you are all so creative and your art is so diverse and it brings me so much joy

al-haitham’s the kind of guy who tilts his head slightly for a kiss before you even lean in to give him one. he just knows it’s coming. expects it. trusts it’ll happen.

he’s yawning when he sits at the table for breakfast, hair slightly disheveled from sleep. he sits down and when you place the mug of coffee in front of him, his head angles a little for that kiss you place on his cheek.

he’s drowned in endless paperwork at the akademiya when you stop by to visit, chuckling when he gives you that look of despair at the all the work he has to do. you don’t even manage to walk up to him fully before he’s leaning in and waiting for the kiss to the top of his head.

he’s shirtless in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at night when you walk in to brush yours too, bumping hips with his as you giggle. you don’t even have to turn before he’s tilting his head so he’s exposed and ready for that gentle peck you leave at his jaw.

“have you ever noticed how demanding you are for these,” you chuckle one day, pressing a kiss to his cheek to prove your point.

he grunts, leaning in and burying his head into your neck as you greet him at the door after a long day. “what makes you say that,” he mumbles.

“you’re ready for one before i’ve even come close,” you grin, “what if one day i don’t kiss you?”

“you’d stop kissing me?” he asks, squeezing your hips as he nuzzles into your neck. something tells you he already knows your answer.

and he’s warm. he’s close. he’s here and he’s everything all at once. he’s all you need and everything you’ve ever wanted. he’s the messy hair of your mornings and the pouty lips of your afternoons and that shirtless back of every night. he meets you halfway—maybe even takes the first step so you don’t have to.

he leans in for that kiss before you do. because he needs you, wants you, loves you—and he never lets you forget it. so you turn your head, press your lips against the side of his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sighs in content.

“no,” you hum, falling in love all over again, “no i’d never stop kissing you.”

His thumb shakes, resting over the send chat button.

"Grian?" Martyn asks, floating nearby. "Everything alright with the server?"

Blunt as ever, Lizzie chimes in, "Why haven't you killed him yet? C'mon, we need to get going. Some of us have already been waiting ages for this one to wrap up." She punctuates her statement by sweeping an arm towards Mumbo and Jimmy, loudly talking with Bdubs a few dozen blocks away.

Could ghosts sweat? It didn't seem like ghosts should sweat. Grian feels stress prickling over his skin anyways.

"I'm- I can't," he admits, voice small. "Not like this."

Grian would happily kill Scar in PVP, in jest, in competition. But the idea of just striking him down is... uncomfortable. No chance of survival, no fairness, no fighting back at all. He's already done that once to Scar, at the end of the start. Grian won't do it again.

THIS IS WHY HE IS THE WINNER thrums through his mind. From the winces around him, everyone else can hear the Secret Keeper's message too.

"Why? Because he was willing to kill?" Grian snaps to its stone face, mouth twisted down. "That's sort of the point."

NO, INSOLENT ONE the Secret Keeper rumbles. HE WON BECAUSE HE OBEYED MY INSTRUCTIONS BEST. NO MATTER. I AM EQUALLY CAPABLE OF ENDING THIS GAME.

Cowardice sits like blood in his throat. Grian screws his eyes shut a moment before lightning strikes and thunder peals out below.

one of the funniest/saddest things about having a jewish post breach containment is you'll read tags that are super loudly excited about how much they just looooove judaism and the jews (tm) and you'll be like "oh?" and click on their blog to see what else they've been saying and reblogging and be like oh

Steve Rogers in Avengers: Endgame (2019)

You are not a ghost haunting yourself

As Little Baby Man Danny likes to "suckle" on certain areas of someone's skin when he's sad, scared or upset, just like a kitten separated from their mother too soon. Three emotions he's feeling plenty of after his parents not only dragged him away from Amity Park to Metropolis for an interview with a certain Daily Planet reporter, but also targeted him as Phantom with a new faulty invention the moment they saw him helping Superman take down Lex Luthor.

The goods news? Instead of dialing back his power levels to the time he first became half ghost like it was designed to do, the device merely changes him into that more diminutive form. Plus Superman whisks him away to safety before Jack and Maddy can get their hands on him.

The bad news? He has no idea how long he'll be stuck like this or if the effect will even wear off eventually. Every time all that uncertainty gets to be too much for his tiny body to contain he resorts to seeking out one of the Superfam and sucking at their hands and fingers, as well as their face, ears or neck as a method of comfort. All of the Superfam, especially Lois and Jon absolutely love it. Well, all of them minus Clark, Connor and Kara.

As is, they either barely tolerate it or outright refuse to indulge LBM. At first everyone else is convinced they're just being mean. Until the three finally swallow their pride and reveal the most horrific unsightly bruises ever to be seen that they've been hiding.

Can someone teach my brain to learn what it wants?

I wanna draw more of the daycare attendant now that ruin is out and even add onto my aus

But I don't like how I draw them anymore

And figuring out a new way to draw them is hard QwQ

asking nerd Bakugou to give you a ‘pearl necklace’ and he starts grumbling about you tryna drain him dry but instead of pulling out his cock, he pulls out his phone to actually search for a pearl necklace </3

and to both his surprise and embarrassment, his phone is quickly tossed away in favor of you showing him what you’re actually asking for. he’s not mad though—not when you end up looking so pretty covered in white, grinning, and asking for another necklace <3

look out jean! your heterosexual life partner just forgot who you are and has imprinted on another cop way cooler and sexier than you! jean!! jean hes having a bisexual awakening without you!!! JEAN!!!!

the juppet !! i just realised he is jerma posing i swear that was unintentional...... i spent so long digging thru muppet concept art and looking at old puppet designs just to end up doing a rly simple drawing but. i love joehills!! i have only been watching them for like 4 years but their videos r so special to me :3