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*distant mun fan-girling*
//sorry just fan-art is my weakness and will make me squeal 24/7
Rogue/Knight of Heart/Time
shitty lil self indulgent moralism stimboard... this isnt cohesive at all I kinda lost the plot with it but whatev look at the images
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lena’s a witch, lena’s a witch, lena’s a witch, omgggg!!
clone force 99
(chapter 1 of my rewrite)
[id: it’s a drawing of the Bad Batch heads stacked together going Echo, Tech, Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker from bottom to top. Echo is wearing the cybernetic headpiece and modified arc armor with dual pauldrons. He is depicted with duller brown skin, burn scars that cover half of his face, some short hair, and a bit of facial hair. Tech, who is drawn with brown skin, reddish orange hair and a scar on his cheek, is wearing his usual light grey armor and black goggles. Hunter, also depicted with brown skin and his bandana, is wearing his dark grey armor, as is Crosshair, who is drawn as albino with freckles concentrated on his cheeks and forehead, and Wrecker, who is drawn with brown skin, rounder features, and a scar that starbursts from his left ear, which has partially melted. /end id]
OMGMGM
SOO LIKE THEY HAD THIS CIRCUS GAME THATS NOW LIKE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN UPDATE FORWVER BECAUSE EXILEIED GOT BANNED AND LIKE THEY DID THIS LITTLE SHOWS LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY (I ACTUALLY INTERACTED WITH THEM QUUITE A BIT AND ONCE I JOINED IN WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO THREE OTHER PEOPLE BUT I LEFT LIKE RIGHT AFTER THAT) AND IT WAS ALL NORMAL AND STUFF AND REALLY I HAVE NO INFO ON THE LORE BUT ONE DAY WHILE A FEW OTHERS AND HIM N THE CLOWNS WERE IN GAME HE TELEPORTED US TO ANOTHER MAP AND THERE WAS A BUNCH OF POLICE CARS AND THIS SHED IN THE BACK HAD A HOLE IN IT AND YOU COULD SEE ONE OF THE CLOWNS WITH A BUNCH OF ALCOHOL AROUND THEM JUST PASSED OUT AND LIKE AAAA
WHT IS THERE LIKE NO THEEXILEIED FANS?!?? THEY'RE LIKE MY #1 FAVORITE MYTH AND I HAVEN'T FOUND A SINGLE THING ABOUT THEM :(
I love yandere platonic fae ❤️
what about oldest child being stolen away by a faerie?
You are the oldest and your always working so hard, you take care of your family, you mediate arguments and you are good. You are but you’re also so tired of being kind.
you go into the forest for a little break, or to calm your self down, whatever the reason, you aren’t leaving.
The forest is warm and welcoming, and you find yourself venturing further and further into it, careful not to disturb anything as you go.
Soon you’re completely lost, only someone taps you on the back. you whirl around, ready to attack someone, you haven’t come this far in life without being ready to hurt someone if you need to,only to come face to face with the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.
Even though this person is beautiful, you feel no attraction no desire to flush or flirt, rather you feel safe. they ask for your name and you give it, because you were raised to be good after all, and the person’s smile spreads across their face.
they ask you questions and you answer some of them. you say you’re the oldest and you’re expected home but you aren’t sure how to get there. you accept with a ‘thank you’ and they lead you away.
you two travel together only you don’t start to recognize anything even after some time, so you ask where you are. They smile at you, brushing your hair away from your face perhaps, or just as an excuse to touch you and say, “you work too hard child. you need someone to you first and since no one else has i will.”
the words cause you to panic and just as your about to run, they say your name and tell you to freeze. you do, unwillingly of course, but your body stops completely.
they pick you up easily, moving you around so they can carry you, and whisper in your ear, “sleep little one. we’ll be home soon”
your last coherent thought is, at least they weren’t able to take one of your siblings
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personality disorder symbol
a symbol for personality disorders in general rather than a specific disorder, like how the infinity symbol is often used as a symbol of all neurodivergent disorders
i do know that PDs are neurodivergent, i just wanted to create a symbol that encompassed all personality disorders specifically
the lightbulb represents personality, state of mind, and coping mechanisms due to trauma
the sprout represents growth and hopes to destigmatize these disorders, as well as healing from trauma. the sprout can also mean growing and thriving in places you arent expected to as a "fuck you" to ableists, if the healing symbolism isnt to your liking.
Well, hello here I think?? some my scug designs yep
Chitter-chatter Tittle-tattle
@flashfictionfridayofficial
I come home to Baker Street one early afternoon. I had been out since the early evening before, called by a case that proved more complex and critical than it might have been expected, thus needing my constant attention. But all had come well in the end, and thus did I climb up our stairs to the sitting room.
Holmes was in his accustomed chair, a cup of tea in his hands. Extraordinary the first. But he was not alone,
A young man, darkish haired and lanky-framed, twisted on the settle to look as I entered, and rose to his feet courteously.
"Ah Watson" Holmes says, his voice bright, "This is Hereward, my nephew. Hereward, Doctor John Watson, formerly of the RAMC."
He gestures his hand from me to the young fellow and back again, apparently considering that introductions enough. Young Hereward came around the sofa end offering his hand which I shook, though he shook more heartily.
"Very pleased to meet you Doctor, very pleased." His eyes are bright, very warm and enthusing. Not been in London long, for certain, and young, not yet twenty, or barely so. There is slightly a resemblance to Holmes, perhaps enhanced by the half-grown nature of the lad. Length of limb, a little in the set of the cheekbones. I glance at Holmes and send a look.
Hereward is the eldest son of my eldest brother," Holmes continues smoothly, as I cross and set my bag on the table. "He has come up to London to try his way in business for a time."
"Uncle Mycroft has found me a situation in a good merchant-firm, to give me a half-year trial." Hereward expounds, still on his feet and nearly springing with excitement at the prospect he pronounces.
"Very promising," I allow, nodding, hoping to continue to muffle my overwhelming bewildered state, compounded by tiredness, until I can bead Holmes for proper details.
Hereward beams at me, springs around the settle and sits down, surprisingly calmly, to pick up his tea.
He says a sentence in a language which seems to be a muddle of Latin and Greek.
Holmes - taking a sip of tea at that moment- starts, chokes, spits back his mouthful, and falls to spluttering wheezing coughs He hunches over, coughing into his sleeve, somehow managing to set the cup awkwardly but safely on the side-table in the midst of it. After a little I move over and pat him hard on the back, he clears his throat
"Thank you." The words come out part-bark, part-croak, but Holmes breathes more easily. His head comes up, and he stares sharply at Hereward, says something else I don't understand, except that it does sound more like Greek.
But what little I know Greek, besides the medical applications, was not my grandest subject in my schooling, and I am left a blank as to the conversation, except that young Hereward does not seem particularly rattled by Holmes' tone. He replies again in the same Mongrel tongue, voicing something that might (or might not be) 'Mycroft', shrugging.
Holmes humphs.
"Will you be staying here?" I ask generally, to break the deadlock, wondering as I so so, how it would be managed. Either Hereward or I in here on the settle with blankets, most likely. If me thus, pray that the lad is not perceptive enough to notice the stiffly tidy, barely used, state of the room supposed to be my lodge.
"No, Uncle Mycroft is putting me up - or putting up with me - until I have my feet and perhaps lodging with my fellows." Hereward shakes his head lightly, glances at the clock and rises neatly. "I think I should be going back. Thank you for the tea, Uncle Sherlock." He inclines his head in a nod to me. "Very Pleased to make your acquaintance, Doctor Watson."
I return the gesture, and Holmes rises to his feet, accompanying his nephew across the room to the door.
On opening it Hereward places his hat atop his head, then paused and says something in a very low tone to Holmes, close to his Uncle's ear. Holmes claps him lightly, familiarly, on the shoulder, waits as Hereward moves away and down the stairs hall-wards. Only then does he close the door.
"So, that is your nephew?" I ask.
"Hereward, son of Sherrinford, himself first born Holmes son; he keeps the gentry element of the family, whilst Mycroft and I may make our own paths as we wish." Holmes reels off casually. He looks more closely at me. "Watson did you eat last night?" My shrug is followed by a halloo downstairs of "Mrs Hudson!!!! Bread and biscuits!"
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It is much later, in the dark of our room and bed, with Holmes curled around me, that I ask, "What on earth did he say, Hereward? It was in no language I understand."
"Holmes Patois, my Watson," He says softly. "Invented by Mycroft, taught to me when we were children, picked up by Sherrinford out of necessity. Latin, Greek and French for starters, a little of each with each other's grammar rules as well." I hear the smile in his voice, feel it in the hold of his arms around me. "And Sherrinford kept it up."
"What did he say?" I press
"That he agreed I had found myself an excellent, and handsome, Penelope."
Penelope, a loyal wife. I roll in his arms to face him. "Your family know about," -I wiggle my fingers that are above the covers, meaning the bed, the one room- "Us."
"Mmm." Sherlock says "Mycroft has not been entirely obtuse in his letters home, and neither Sherrinford or Hereward are stupid."
*jingles keys* alright now that I have ur attention, allow me to introduce you to what my brain has been cooking for the entire day: hijack fic but instead of jack going to gang, the gang goes to jack (All inspired by this wonderful post)
How do the gang manage to butt fumble their way to the present? No idea! I do however know that there will be many shenanigans that will take place while the gang navigate earth (and u know, the guardians wink wink nudge)
Anyway while they’re desperately trying to find their dragons, Jamie and co happen upon 5 (6? I mean, one has two heads) equally cautious dragons. The kids have no idea what to do and who can blame them really.
Awkward meetings, magic, dragons, social media, tooth palaces, the fricken North Pole like it’s all here. Going home would be the natural instinct, but a pretty frost boy with prettier eyes might convince a certain someone to stay,,,
Idk what to call this au, probably something corny like the “dragons on earth au” or something
My personal headcanon for Ash Ketchum has always been that regardless of if his dream ever came true he'd never truly stop traveling and learning. Because despite "becoming a pokemon master" being his goal if you actually sit down and watch like Any episode of Pokemon the thing that always holds true is his curiosity and desire to learn everything he possibly can related to pokemon. And he'll try anything to! He did contests and the battle frontier. He'd do those silly little shows with Serena if they'd let him.
So I like to imagine him continuing on in life as this nomad who people don't automatically recognize as anyone important ya know? Just this goofy guy going from place to place always lending a helping hand and hes got a cute lil pikachu on him. And hes often lost somewhere with a friend just exploring the woods to see if he'll find anything cool. Ya know, as hes always been, but older now. And its only once hes drifted once more do you maybe stumble into an article on the pokeweb about him and are like... that guy??
OMG OMG OMG OH MY—
Warm up for drawing Turbo ero ( @marianelidovaart turbo au)
Speed run making this :P
