#cw guns

[harpoonsnotspoons]

can you give vriska a glock 17 i think she deserves one

YOU CAN'T FIGHT THE VRISKA

#art requests #homestuck #vriska serket #homestuck vriska #hs vriska #vriska fanart #cw guns #♋🦀

[janadraws]

remember that post i made about the ag girls being awesome pose references

EDIT ITS DONE NOW LETS GOO

#wip #mizyu #atarashii gakko #drawtectives #drawfee #rosé drawtectives #I COULDNT WAIT TO POST THIS IM SO SORRY HDJSJFHSJ #atarashii gakko no leaders #im prob gonna finish it today after school hohohoho #cw guns

[crawfishcomic]

Dignity

#CrawfishComic #October 6 2023 #cw guns #guns #elephant

[fernacular]

Gotham Boyz

(This is for fun and character design practice, if you disagree with elements of the design you’re free to do so but please keep it to yourself, it’s a bit rude and I’ll be honest I’m kinda tired of people telling me I made batman too skinny)

Gotham Girlz found here

#my art #DC #batman #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #cw guns

[jayrockin]

A centaur from the Shess ethnicity poses with their clan's small flock of Tep, a livestock animal that is farmed for its meat and cheese-like edible silk. To their right are the hens of the flock with their large silk glands and spinnerets, in the centaur's arms is a distressed yearling newly weaned off silk, and to their left is the rooster with flashy (but useless) display spinnerets. In the background is the tough yellow chaparral flora of the harshly seasonal Shess peninsula. Hanging off their fore shoulder and hooked to a belt on their rear waist is a 2 meter long black powder rifle, characteristic of centaur firearms developed before first contact. The shepherd keeps it with them while herding the flock to ward off wildlife that competes with or likes to eat Tep. It's also useful for bagging game meat.

PATREON | STORE | Runaway to the Stars

#rtts centaurs #aliens #speculative biology #jayart #runaway to the stars #cw guns

[valfeathers]

the way it ends.

#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #death note musical #my thoughts revolve around musical L and musical L ONLY!! only hmu if u are musical L #and now musical doesnt look like a word anymore #death note fanart #l death note #light death note #cw guns #gun singular #btw #v’s gallery

[sikuena]

" Honey with your kill-shot, baby."

#lance mcclain #voltron legendary defender #screencap #screencap redraw #voltron in 2024 #brainrot #cw blood #cw guns #semi realism #fanart #vld lance #lgbt #monochrome #killshot is lances song idc #like wdym #love me till my lips turn blue

[i-eat-deodorant]

gun update

#my shit #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #hey look i'm finally tagging shit wow #cotl spoilers #last gun is just the terraria slime gun #they slime on his gun until he--/shot #cw guns

[tojisun]

“ghost,” price’s voice rumbles in his ear, the faint static almost breaking through his focus. there’s a familiar cadence in his captain’s voice, one that drags against simon’s body in miasmic waves—it is, after all, nothing short of a warning. still, none of it matters, and simon continues to march on.

“the mission–”

“stopped being my priority,” simon replies, cutting him off.

there was nothing but a crackle. a quiet whirring. then, “you know this is not what they would want.”

he grunts. “good thing they’re not here then.”

simon slinks into the shadows, ducking underneath the balcony, his eyes frantic as he scans the parameters. it’s safe. quiet. too quiet, in fact.

“location?”

“south of the chapel,” gaz replies with no hesitation. simon hums to himself—price must’ve shifted his directives too, then.

“roger.”

he moves, his boots crunching against the gravel and filling up the dead passage way with just enough noise. there’s still a whole lot of suspicious inactivity, one that makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise up, but he doesn’t get to dwell on the thought anymore. not when a loud bang rips through the silence.

his breath stutters, mind racing—that sound came from the shed.

his legs tense, muscles rippling.

“shots fired!” he reports before he leaps, devouring the vast space between himself and the sounds of scuffling. prayers form on the tip of his tongue, racing down his throat like scalding water.

he’s not even a religious man, but dear gods–

simon passes around the chapel, eyes cataloguing the lit rooms inside what he was told to be a desolate building, before tearing through the wooded shed. he knows he should’ve searched the area for any threat, should’ve probably waited for backup, but simon’s been running on overdrive, his emotions piling. spilling.

he tears the door open, guns poised for easy aim. only–

simon’s body buckles, throat constricting with the words he wishes he can say. but there is nothing else to be said. nothing but thank you’s.

because there, standing in the middle of the chaos, bloody and wounded and banged up to hell, is you. you weren’t even taken for that long but look how much they did to you. they hurt you.

your feet are soaked with blood, your boots and socks having been stripped off of you as though a part of their attempts at making you incapable of leaving. your face is swollen. marked up. cuts trace from the angle of your jaw to the side of your temple, leaving blood to trickle down to your neck, staining your tee. the gash doesn’t look deep, but maybe that’s all the blood covering the actual extents.

simon forces himself to breathe. to stay still.

(everyone has their own triggers, that’s what they were first told when laswell brought you to them.

“remember theirs and be careful,” she said before a pleased smile tugged at her lips. “mommy’s bringing home a new littermate. aren’t you all glad?”

the meeting ended there, just as johnny opened his mouth to complain. price passed around your file and simon memorized every line that night—your tell, your preferred gun, your morning beat.

somehow, he thinks that maybe that night was when his devotion to you started.)

simon watches—he’s always been watching you since the day that you arrived—as you compose yourself. the m9 is still gripped so tightly in your trembling fist, the metal quietly creaking at the pressure. it fills up the space in tandem with your ragged breaths, and he knows you’re still there, trapped in the depths of your mind.

alone. angry. scared.

“status?” price asks.

simon licks his lips. “unstable.”

he hears the faint crackle of johnny cursing from the other end of the line, and simon gets him. he really does. but he thinks they also just don’t understand.

you’re here. alone. alive.

your spiral is just proof of that. proof that even in your loneliness, amidst the pain, you clawed your way to survival.

simon hopes you two were back home—the barracks have been home for years now—so he can reward you. sweetly. fully. you deserve all that and more. deserve to be devoted on. to be adored. to be revered.

you were always beautiful, of course, but there is something sacred in seeing you like this: bloodied, angered, victorious.

he prays that your wounds will turn to scars, if only to give him a map of where to press his kisses from now on.

“ghost?” you finally mutter, and it tears simon from his thoughts. your voice is a weak rasp, like you’ve been parched for eons, and despite that, it spills the tension from simon’s body, his muscles loosening up at finally seeing you return to the topside.

he wants to say your name. he wants to sound it out—aren’t names made to be chanted like prayers, anyway?—but he reels himself in and mutters your callsign instead. the name tumbles from his mouth with the desperation and the worry smothered under the guise of grace.

your lips twitch up in an attempt at a smile. they don’t really get to make it much because of the gash running down the corner of your mouth. still, it makes simon stumble over his feet until he is rushing past corpses and sliding into your space.

“can i–”

he doesn’t even get to finish asking before you’re falling into his arms, tucking in your bruised face carefully on the crook of his neck. he takes your bulk in his embrace, folding you to himself, before he rests his chin on the top of your head.

you fist at his vest, your other hand still tight on the m9, and simon can’t really blame you. even he still feels exposed to any danger from in and out of this shed even when you’ve taken out all of the enemies. so he holds you close and holds you tight, knowing every second is sacred.

he breathes you in, taking in the scent of the leather, gun powder, and iron. it all feels familiar to him; it all smells like you.

simon nuzzles the smooth part of his mask over your temple. then, “let’s go home?”

you shift until you’re peering up at him, and simon takes this as the chance to catalogue the extent of your wounds. his lips purse at finally seeing the gash; you would probably need stitches.

“okay,” you finally reply. your eyes wrinkle as you attempt to smile. “thanks for comin’ back f’r me.”

“always,” simon murmurs, feeling choked up as his exhaustion finally catches up on him. “y’know that, right?”

you hum, nodding, and that was that.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod x reader #cw guns #cw violence #suns #sooooo idk where this came from or why i even wrote it but ALAS

[fellshish]

He points a gun at you and the crowd is waiting. He points at your face and you smile at him and if your drawn-on moustache could shake it would. He points and you smile like you trust him completely and there cannot be any room for doubt because the audience needs a good show and he’s your friend and he should know you are not afraid of him. His finger trembles against the trigger. He has never shot a gun before. He is a demon. He is the best person shaped entity in the world. You smile. He is a demon. You trust him. You trust. If the last thing you’ll ever see is him you will be ok.

#good omens #good omens spoilers #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #cw guns

[thornedarrow]

the you i knew

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #bsd #skk #cw guns #cw blood #art: bea #bsd spoilers

[moondustghost]

Kai : stuck in an evil dimension that only opens every I don't remember how many thousands of years ✨️

Lloyd : repeated panic attacks after the 17 seasons of trauma caught him up ✨️

Arin : looks more and more like Morro, this close to fall in the dark side ✨️

Jay : amnesic and forced to be an agent at the pseudo Matrix ✨️

What a great start for this season 😀

#art #my art #digital art #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #dragons rising 2 #ninjago spoilers #dragons rising spoilers #kai smith #lloyd garmadon #arin ninjago #jay walker #cw guns

[choctalksalot]

i’m getting really comfy drawing in notes again tbh

companion piece of slightly higher quality (watch out there be brains splattered there)

#choc draws #homestuck #hom3stuck #dirkjake #i’m gonna use the hom3styck tag to look back on my 2023 art next year <3 #anyway #dirk strider #jake english #doodle #comic #cw guns #i actually don’t like how this one turned out at all i might remake it once i get procreate back hmmm #shrug! hits post

[starsillys]

EVIL wip (LOUD WARNING)

Than t I’m probably not gonna finish idk? Let’s find out!

He’s a beautiful Princess 💕🎀

SO soery if this reposts if it does I’ll delete this one,,, tumblr is just being crasy and NOT uploading this

#kinitopet #kinito the axolotl #kinito fanart #kinitopet fanart #sam the sea anemone #I am going crasy #cw guns

[watadere]

cowgirl gem <3 practicing colors and shading and such :) i feel like she would have a cool ass cowboy rifle (shotgun? idk anything about gun) and be kinda rough and tumble farm girl etc... thinking abt hermit wild west au...... influence of my gf (she loves cowboy and also is the one who asked me to draw gem <3) anywayy i am very happy with how this turned out ! ive been feeling a lot more confident drawing on ipad recently :3 procreate fun ok thats it for today byebye

#hermitcraft #mcyt #mcytblr #hermitblr #life series #trafficblr #geminitay #luluart #cw guns #geminitay fanart #hermitcraft fanart

[doctor-dt]

papyrus teaches frisk his special attacks!!!

#guns #cw guns #letpapyrussayfuck #dude i went thru like 3 different sketches for this #bc the thought of him being a gun guy would NOT leave me alone #btw thats probably too dark for a shooting range but imagine its in papyrus' house #my fbi agent seeing me google 'handguns for beginners' 'how to hold handgun' 'can minors go to a shooting range' #my art #frisk #papyrus #undertale #lpsf #also the rules of the creator's post said i could add #letfrisksayfuck #bc they're in it and engaging in the same activities as papyrus #XD