#a future mistake

[chiptrillino]

ID: Zuko on the left and sokka on the right. From avatar, the last air bender from the waist up and aged up. They have their back turned to the viewer and are facing each other so only their profile is visible. They are looking lovingly into each other's eyes. sokka is resting his left arm on zukos shoulder, holding zukos jaw. His index fingers brushing underneath a cut up hair strand. zuko holds with his right hand on sokkas back. His left hand is placed over sokkas wrist, holding a bracelet made out of zukos cut off hair between his two fingers. End ID

i regrett not making zukos robe seethrough again. but... uhm.... i didn't mean to make this complicated again?

----- if you want to deal with all my reblogs may I direct your attention to my side only my artworks blog?

@chiptrillino-art

#atla #zukka #sokka #zuko #listen uhm... the stick figures on sokkas arm are for each of his family members #and uh... idk i have nothing to add #future chip here after i messed up on twitter... #fixed the mistakes. thisis the only valid internet version!!! #also you didn't see anything on twitter no no no no spelling mistakes there!

[luchsyy]

your honor he was just being a silly little guy!

#i think i drew king wrong. uhhhhh #dont look for mistakes because theyre not there. peace and love #my art #illustration #the owl house #toh #for the future #the owl house collector #the owl house king #luz noceda #fanart #comic #art dump #toh season 3

[steviesummer]

inspired by and as a direct follow up to this post by @strangersteddierthings:

Eddie is horrified. He remembers the day Steve is referring to, though clearly not as well as Steve does. He calls out as Steve raced up the stairs and hears his door slam.

“Fuck.” He stares blankly at the wall in front of him. He can’t believe things went so bad so quickly. He’s been trying to get to know Steve better, get closer and damn if he didn’t just blow the hole thing. He’d shown up early, told Steve he needed to prepare as an excuse to spend some time with him. Despite everything that happened over spring break, Steve had remained guarded, standoffish no matter what Eddie tried. At least now he knew why. He’d fucked things up before he’d known there was something to fuck up.

He feels even worse about calling him a bully. Sure, Steve had looked the other way and even laughed at some of the mean jokes others had made, but he was far from the worst. That dubious award went to Billy Hargrove, but even without him, there was plenty of people who did far worse than Steve did. Especially because Steve is right. He did hit first, metaphorically at least. He can justify it all he wants as trying to protect himself, but that doesn’t make it right. Steve all but admitted that as he said the same thing. He feels nauseous at the realization that maybe he was just as bad as those he decried. That for all his talk about accepting outcasts and defying convention, he was just as prejudiced. Swallowing hard, he heads back to the dining room and looks at the clock. There is no way he is going to be able to run the campaign today. He’s not going to be able to focus or even play without thinking about how things might have been if he hadn’t driven Steve off all those years ago. He grabs the phone and dials Gareth’s number. “Emerson house, Sheryl speaking.” “Hi Mrs. Emerson, it’s Eddie.” Eddie is proud that he manages to keep his voice even. “Is Gareth there?” “Oh, yes! Let me go get him for you.” “Thanks Mrs. Emerson.” Eddie focuses on breathing while he waits. “Eddie? Hey man, what’s up?” Eddie breathes out. “Hey Gareth. Look, I know its last minute, but we’re gonna have to postpone Hellfire. Something came up.” He could hear Gareth’s frown through the phone. “Postpone? What happened, did Harrington do something?” As if he couldn’t feel worse. “Nah. I’ll explain later, but can you call Jeff and Frank, let them know? I gotta call the freshman, too.” “Alright, but I’m going to hold you to that.” “Fair enough. Talk to you tomorrow.” Eddie promises before hanging up. He weighs his options for how to tell the Party. Eventually, he decides on calling Mike, know that the younger teen won’t push too much. He’s dialing the Wheeler home before he can second guess his decision. “This is Mike.” Eddie feels a rush of gratitude that Mike is the one who answered, rather than Nancy or one of their parents. “Hey Mike, it’s Eddie. Listen, Steve’s not feeling great and having Hellfire here isn’t going to help. Can you call the rest of the Party, let them know we’re gonna move it to another day? I’ll keep an eye on Steve.” Eddie knows Mike is a confused, given how adamant he’s been in the past about not canceling or moving Hellfire, but as he expected, Mike accepts what he says at face value. “Sure. Need us to bring anything?” “Nah, I’ve got it. Pretty sure he just needs some peace and quiet so he can rest. But thanks.” They say their goodbyes and Eddie puts the phone back on the hook.  With that done, he checks that the door is locked and faces the stairs. Now for the hard part. He’s not sure what he’s going to say, if there is anything he can say that will fix this, but he has to try. Even if doesn’t change things between him and Steve, Steve deserves at least that much. Every step feels like it takes effort, chest heavy with guilt, but it only takes him a few moments to get to Steve’s door. It’s closed, which doesn’t surprise him. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before knocking. Nothing. “Steve?” If it wasn’t for the quiet sound of Steve’s breathing he could hear through the door, Eddie would think he had left. He glad that he at least didn’t drive Steve out of his own home. He rests his forehead on the door. “I’m sorry.” Eddie hopes Steve can hear how much he means it. “You’re right, I fucked up. I made an assumption and took out my anger at other people on you. And that wasn’t fair and it’s not okay. But I want you to know that I’m sorry. Even if it wasn’t you, I shouldn’t have done that.” He lets out a hysterical laugh as he realizes - “And despite that, you still humor the kids when they talk about D&D and agreed to let us play here and didn’t punch me in the face, which makes you a better man than I.” He falls silent, listens as Steve’s breathing slows. He isn’t sure how long he stands there. He wonders how many other people he hurt this way, without even realizing. Knows he wants to do better, be better. He sighs, feeling his shoulders slump. “Anyway, I canceled Hellfire for today. I told everyone something came up, don’t worry about that. I’ll make up some story, make sure they know its not your fault. And uh,  let me know if you want to hang out again or something. I know I’ve been around a lot; didn’t realize that I was making you so uncomfortable, which is probably another thing I should apologize for. Anyway. Yeah. I’ll see you around, okay?” He waits a moment for an answer, but when none comes, he backs away from the door and walks downstairs to gather his stuff. It hurts, but he knows Steve deserves space and to be the one to initiate contact. He has some thinking to do, anyway.

#steddie #my writing #fic #legit read that fic like 6 times in a row and had to write a follow up #have a handful of extra pieces as well #or thoughts anyway #like steve telling eddie about christopher #and eddie helping steve make a character and play in the future #after lots of talking and eventually getting together #his character is a dwarf paladin named after christopher #i haven't written in forever this felt so good #barely proofread so apologies for any mistakes

[tapakah0]

@somerandomdudelmao OH COME ON

Song : Unfair [edit audio]

#I MUST HAVE BEEN ASLEEP #BUT I ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE BY OPENING TUMBLR WHEN YOU DEFINITELY GONNA UPDATE #DONNIE ONLY STARTED LOOKING LIKE #OKAY #BUT AHAHGHAHAA LOOK LEO HE HAD A ROBOT AND YOU COULD SAVE RAPH FUNNY STORY YES?? #ALSO THIS THING DIDN'T WANT TO UPLOAD #IT'S MY ANGER PUSHING IT #OKAY NOW SLEEP #cass fanart tag #animation tag #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #rise of the tmnt #future donnie #future leo #MMMMMMMMMMMM F***

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Machine.

Does my ass look fat in this armor?

Audio source

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #ONE QUESTION. DO IT JIGGLE?! (i am swiftly beheaded for this) #its not obvious due to the helmet but hes supposed to be somewhat looking back at the 'camera' bro got caught in 4k. do u understand #i debated giving v1 a blank stare vs having more of an eye so i kinda went in the middle #in the source he says 'what do you mean yes?' afterwards but it didnt match the pic so i cut it out #i spent way too long on the art i will never do that again #chat never spend 20+ hours on a shitpost worst mistake of my life #future shitpost art will be a lot simpler like the stuff ive posted in the past i just was not normal about this #posts that put me on the 'cannot be left in a room with gabe' watchlist #who am i kidding i was already on the list #my art

[gyffindraws]

i finally finished the comic i started back in october? i based it around the idea that aziraphale secretly planned the dance to confess to crowley <3 this comic was went though a few stylistic changes as i learned more about drawing the characters and the comic itself. so i apolgise for the weird continuity, this was genuinely just a fun little project tat turned into something I'm really proud of. as an aside, i will be running a dtiys for the last panel on my instagram @gryffin_draws sometime next week!

page text:

page one: Aziraphale: We're perfectly safe!

Crowley: No, we're not! We need to work out what to do

A: I have a plan. Besides... I think you're overestimating how much danger we're actually in

Page two: C: Angel, what are we doing?

A: Dancing? What does it look like?

C: Why the ball plot? Do Nina and Maggie really [need] a ball?

Page three: C: What do you mean? Who else would it be for?

A: Crowley

C: Angel?

Page five:

C: Did you set up a whole ball... to set us up?

A: Uh...

C: Ha! Hahaha! *Snort*

A: Stop laughing!

Page six:

C How can someone as clever as you be so silly?!

A: W-what? Oh, do stop teasing, dear?

C: Angel, you already had me.

page seven:

A: Do you mean it?

C: what have we been doing for 6000 years?

Page eight:

A: Dancing around each other?

C: Oh, you're such a bastard

A: My dear?

C: I guess there's only one thing left.

A: what's that?

Page nine:

C: Lead on, angel

#good omens #my art #good omens fanart #aziraphale #aziracrow #crowley #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens comic #ineffable spouses #ineffable husbands fanart #my comics #im so sorry for the missing dialogue and spelling mistakes this was my first full comic and i will be better in the future

[little-pondhead]

Your Ancient History, Written In Wax

-

Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.

No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and hunting Danny down.

The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!

Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.

Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.

It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.

Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.

Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.

Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.

Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.

Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.

He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.

Danny returned to Amity.

The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.

How was he supposed to fix this?

-

In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.

Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?

Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”

“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.

“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”

Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”

Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”

“Here? Now??”

“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”

“WHAT?”

#dpxdc #pondhead blurbs #liminal amity park #I’ve seen stuff like this in the mhaxdp fandom and I eat it up every time #basically the fight with Pariah caused the town to jump through time a little #and while they THOUGHT they were keeping everything in #shit leaked out and tainted those points in time #so technically #historically and genetically speaking #Amity Park is the origin point for the meta gene and Danny made history as the first hero #because Clockwork is a little shit #everyone embodies a basic ability and it has grown from there #the flash family are direct descendants of Dani (speed force Dani for the win) #Dash is the reason super strength exists #so on and so forth #go buck wild #bart learned about it briefly in history class in the 30th century #practically hero worships them #booster gold knows about them too but in contrast to Bart’s excitement #booster is fucking terrified because there was a period where Amity Park rebelled against the US government #and he’s from that specific time #he learned to fear phantom because he lived during that part while Bart is from farther in the future when those issues got resolved #guess who’s chosen to welcome the town? >:) #if you’re wondering what happened to the GIW #they turned into the branch Amanda Waller runs #Danny is the first hero #Vlad the first villain #and Dani the first anti hero #there’s an arc where Danny is trying to fix things but clockwork won’t let him into the timestream and all the heroes are horrified #because yeah Danny is the OG but if he goes back in time to fix his ‘mistake’ what will happen to them?

[weepingfishturtledragon]

You know what I'm curious about… how does Billy have any sense of time??? When I was a child (I still kinda am) I had no idea what time meant. You could have told me that I would need to wake up at 5:30am tomorrow and I would be awake till 2:00am. I can't imagine what it's like for a homeless kid who has no one keeping him accountable and no routine.

So because of this I think Captain Marvel is sporadic when showing up, none of his villains have any idea when he's going on patrol. They probably think he doesn't sleep at all, he just disappears into a different dimension and then reappears whenever. He'll only start to keep track of time when he joins the justice league so he's not late to meetings or monitor duty.

#billy batson #shazam #dc comcis #captain marvel #dc captain marvel #justice league #he just tell the league it's because he lived too long #time blindness???? #don't get me started on calendar dates #you are just talking about the far FAR future #please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes

[drabbles-of-writing]

Imagine spawning into existence and you already had to fight for your life. But then it’s fixed, and you’re all fine. You get to say hello to a small handful of people you just saved and figure out where you are. You still have no idea. Barely a minute later, you’re immediately under attack again by an evil possessed puppet and a god with abandonment issues who is literally a child. They're both trying to murder your human witch.

Your name is Stringbean. You’ve been alive for about fifteen minutes.

#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #for the future #stringbean #luz noceda #palisman #string bean #raine whispers #possessed raine #puppet raine #the collector #memes #talk #text post #drabble post #im just. oh my god this poor palisman #shes literally a baby and shes alright fighting god's biggest mistake and god but a child #do the other palisman tell her like. anything. do they have to explain this to her #'yeah the guy possessing the puppet eats palismen to turn himself into a monstrosity btw so look out for that' #'IM SORRY HE W H AT' #or is she just going to think this is normal. like yeah sure #immediate peril that we must fight in order to survive. this is a normal way to live life and be born into #so when all of this is over she looks like a spooked rabbit like wait what are we fighting now. what do you mean we arent fighting anymore #is. i thought we were supposed to fight things is this not how the world works. oh it was an extremely messed up situation? oh #belos is just im going to MURDER you AND your witch! #stringbean voice we're literally neurodivergent and children

[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part one

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

status: completed

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 1.1k

The thing was, you didn’t plan on getting laid tonight. 

After a couple of days trying to settle in at Barcelona and looking for your lost luggage, all you wanted to do was to finally start your vacation. You just wanted to relax and experiencing the night life in Barcelona was definitely a good way to officially kick it off. 

So there you were at the bar of an (apparently) exclusive night club in the city–the location was emailed to you by Derek with a VIP pass and a note that said, ‘have fun ;)’–nursing your second, half-empty glass of mojito, the speakers blasting rhythmic reggaeton music, when a woman slid into the space next to you, cool and confident with the way she leaned on her elbows against the counter as she gave the bartender her order in smooth spanish, “A gin rickey, please.”

The woman looked to be several years older than you–and taller, too, even with your heels on–and maybe it was the alcohol or the proximity but there was no stopping yourself from openly admiring her. Her black, cropped top and her tight, high-rise pants revealed perfectly broad shoulders and toned arms, as well as the taught lines of her stomach. When your eyes travelled back to her face, you found her looking at you with a raised brow and immediately, your cheeks warmed. The fact that you were gawking shamelessly and got caught doing so… just wow.

Words of apology were already on your tongue but the curves of her lips were mesmerising, the elegant slope of her brows distracting, and those eyes… the depth in them threatened to drown you that all coherent thought deserted you. 

“Wow,” you breathed out.

“Excuse me?” Came the bemused question, an instant slap to the face that sobered you up immediately. 

“I’m so–I’m sorry, that’s what I meant to say. I’m–” You palmed a hand over your face as you began but a small chuckle stopped you halfway. You risked a peek through your fingers and saw the woman with her lips to the glass, something akin to a teasing smirk on her face while she remained leaning on the counter by her hip. 

“You’re not from around here, are you?” The woman asked as she took a sip from her drink.

Not really the question you were expecting but you’d rather take a reprieve over a disaster. And at that, you smiled sheepishly at her. “Is it that obvious?”

“Hmm, no, not really. Your slight accent gave you away but your Spanish is impressive.”

“I’m still working on losing it but I’ll take that as a win. I’m assuming you’re from around here?”

“My home town is about an hour away outside of the city but I stay here most of the time for work.”

“That must be nice, being close to home.” Feeling more at ease now, you sipped at your drink. The woman did the same. Then you continued. “So, what do you do?”

For a moment there was nothing but music and chatter as the woman regarded you with an unreadable expression. Her eyes glinted–with what exactly? curiosity?–her head cocked slightly to the side. Then she sipped at her drink again. Did you say something offensive? you wondered.

“I work between the sport stadiums. And you? Where is home and what brings you to Barcelona?” 

It was clear from the vagueness of her answer that the stranger didn’t want to talk about her job and it didn’t help your growing interest for her. You wanted to ask her about further details but the dismissive tone with which she answered made you hold your tongue and her question, anyway, made you pause as you pondered to answer.

As an orphan who lived a few years in the system, the subject of where home was had always been a sore spot for you even if the stranger didn’t mean anything deeper by it. In some sense, your adoptive mom was home but there was always a part of you that longed for… something.  But, of course, you couldn’t bring that up right now especially to someone you just met. So you just told her where you were from, that you were on vacation, and that you work as a photojournalist for a press agency you helped establish. Something in your answer must had piqued the woman’s interest because her brows shot up.

“Which branch do you work in?”

“Spot news. But I’ve been meaning to expand my portfolio and get into another branch. Maybe try sports or portrait?”

The woman hummed in appreciation. “Any sports in particular? Wait, do you even like sports?”

“I honestly know close to nothing so I haven’t made a decision yet, but it will definitely be women’s sports,” you replied. She nodded and sipped at her drink again, never breaking her gaze from yours and you felt your cheeks warm again. Those eyes… they were dangerous; they lit up every nerve in your body and it felt good. You continued. “What about you? Are you much of a sports person?”

And to your total bafflement, the woman beamed at you, radiant and glowing, dimples in her cheeks as mirth shone in her eyes.

“What?” you asked, a bit nervous and at somewhat of a loss. 

The stranger let out a small chuckle, shook her head slightly as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, an attempt to hide her smile. “Nothing, nothing. And yeah, I’m a big sports fan. Then a beat passed before she continued, “you ever thought of covering women’s football? There are plenty of matches happening in the domestic leagues right now.”

“Maybe I will,” you hummed, mulling it over. It sounded good actually. And then you asked, “what else do you suggest for someone to do in Barcelona?”

The woman downed her remaining drink and placed the empty glass on the counter. Before you knew it, you could feel the warmth of her breath against your ear and you shivered when she purred. “Dance, of course.”And then she was holding your hand, pulling you off of the stool you were on, and began dragging you to the direction of the dance floor. 

All at once, warmth encompassed you: the crowd immediately swallowed you both, bodies pressed on you but the heat that emanated from the woman before you was the sole beacon for your attention. She had a loose arm around your waist and as the both of you danced to the music, you took that opportunity to wrap your arms around her neck and pulled her closer. She slowed down and she still had enough height on you that she had to lower her head.

“I never caught your name,” you spoke into her ear. 

“I’m Ale,” she replied. She pulled back to smile down at you. And then, she kissed you. 

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing #a/n: meant to be a oneshot but im posting it as parts now 🥲 ill combine everything once i finish and post it on ao3 #meanwhile will reblog this to post future parts thats why the drop down is there ahahah #apologies for any grammar and spelling mistakes ill work on em later #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

[spectra-bear]

Domestic comic + misc sketch dump

Behold, the wet mistake (set on fire so now its a dry mistake?) (ba dum tss???)

#can you tell i enjoy animating rain and water #also if you notice The Mistake dont point it out i already know and dont plan on fixing it lol #azzy art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #future leo #rise leo #rise mikey #rise raph #rise donnie #splinter #casey jones #casey jr #rise casey #april o neil #tmnt

[raindropsyndrome]

Various doodles

Warning for some angst and a bit of gore!!

Ok continue

#I made myself sad thinking about the bad future timeline … again #NEVER listen to My Way by Frank Sinatra when thinking about your fabricated brain-rot fueled version #of one of your favorite characters that never appeared on screen that is implied to have an early death #(in an also a self-fabricated dramatic fashion) #worst mistake of my LIFE. #I want to draw Donnie and Raph doing a little ninpo fist bump really bad but my wrist hurts waaahhh #art #my art #my artwork #sketch #sketches #sketch dump #rise of the tmnt au #rise of the tmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fan art #rottmnt au #rottmnt

[idonotbitemythumbatyou]

I've read a lot of fics where Bashir gains enough self awareness to realize that his little "frontier medicine" spiel was a fucked up thing to say to Kira.

I understand the wish fulfillment. However. Let us be for real for just one moment:

Julian said that and immediately forgot about it.

Kira has logged it in her memory and weighed every new piece of information about the good doctor against that fucked up thing he said about her homeland. But Julian was already three thoughts past it as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He will never think about that sentence again. He will never realize why he made a terrible first impression. Unless someone sits him down and explains point by point why it was a messed up thing to say, he will never understand. And no one is going to do that.

#keiko might actually #but why would I do that to her? #star trek #ds9 #julian bashir #kira nerys #I'm not saying he would say the same thing in the future #he grows a lot. #just that character growth doesn't mean you can undo the mistakes you wouldn't make anymore

[sopuu]

sketch dump of some guys

#i’ve been hoarding…again…..one of these dates back to june it’s time i cleaned it up💀 #also practicing how to draw these guys bc i need them for au comic purposes #mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm fanart #mcsm jesse #my doodles #mcsm lukas #mcsm jack #mcsm petra #mcsm romeo #mcsm admin #still don’t know what those things on jack’s pants are?? #i just went for pockets for now but err might change in the future #oh and happy bday mcsm it’s the 14th on my end but it’s gotta be the 13th elsewhere soo i’m technically not late right #edit: goddamit there was a mistake in one of them HELP #it’s gone now but if anyone noticed no you didn’t 😊 #sopuuart

[squids-and-waffles7]

january 21st ✨

[ ID: A digital illustration of Luz Noceda from The Owl House. She is in her Halloween costume, post Thanks to Them. She stands in the middle of the page, looking ahead, smiling determinedly. Her arms are at her sides, with her clothes and hat blowing around her, as well as her hair. The background is a galaxy-like pattern. The text behind her reads, “For the Future.” End ID.]

#the owl house #toh #toh luz #luz toh #luz noceda #for the future #i havent animated or drawn for so long ahevdyvehd ignore the mistakes #am so hyped for this ep #owl house #art #my art #gif

[myuminji]

vash who loves wolfwood who loves vash in every universe that seals his fate with death.

#i need to let it out the system but this longass reincarnation au comic i had in mind of stamp!v w all the memories of his previous lives #ww being hopeless fool in love with v in every universe. ww who dies in the end bcs of it #v wanting stamp!ww to not repeat the same mistakes and puts distance between them this time #but it plays the same and stamp!ww is the worst case of Down Bad between the three and now v is in Distress #(bcs he wants it too. god does he wants it too. he wants his lover back in his arms. it's a very selfish thought.) #myuminjidoodle #i might draw/continue it in the future when i'm not busy #dlt ltr(?)