Doe

Nice to meet you, make yourself at home! (STOP ASKING ME FOR MONEY) (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

[kaitouhime]

Scum Villain Self Saving System // Moshang // Animatic

by Strottine

[kaitouhime]

Moon Waltz | TGCF animation

by Weisser Rauch

[天官赐福] TGCF animatic - Your Eyes

by Weisser Rauch

[天官赐福] TGCF animatic | For you

by Weisser Rauch

[kaitouhime]

[天官赐福] TGCF animatic | Dead Roses

by Weisser Rauch

[a-witch-in-endor]

witchofendor fandom continues to be well fed amazing fics

also i know zuko is probably in agni kai clothes but, listen, i didnt feel like looking up references

[a-witch-in-endor]

Art anon coming in with the AMAZING ART just HOURS after I post an entirely new story! 

And I adore it. Zuko looks so spooky! His eye is so haunted! Yes yes yes, thank you art anon, you are my heart and soul <3

[a-witch-in-endor]

some ghost au zukos…I really loved the scene where zuko cuts his hair and azula fixes it. anyway i promise ill stop flooding your message box with submissions now dshfhs

[a-witch-in-endor]

I want to say too much about this to fit into the tags… 

Anon, you are amazingly talented and I am hugely grateful to be benefiting! The hair scene is one of my favourites, and I adore how you’ve depicted it. Also, Zuko in the coloured piece… Beautiful, painful, want to give him many hugs (with his express permission). Thank you!

[chronik-liar]

Drawings of GSGW au

[lemondooley]

Parallax - A Todoroki Shouto-centric BNHA fanfic by petrichor (findingkairos)

“I wonder if he has a similar weight on his shoulders as mine. Of living up to expectations, spoken and unspoken, public and private. I wonder if he feels it crushing him, like mine does me.” - Todoroki Shouto, Chapter Five: redshift

Omg, I was so happy when the new chapter came out a few nights ago, it made my whole day week. The soft and quiet moments between Todoroki and the others made my heart melt😩💕💕Thank you so much for another great chapter kai!!

Here’s the hallway scene from Chapter 5 of Parallax, (I uh got a bit ambitious and well here’s the final product:))

[velvetcloak]

tnewties

[animentality]

[michaelnordeman]

Värmland, Sweden (9 May 2016, 2018).

[lwh-writing]

LOOK AT THIS AMAZING FANART @delicatementalitydonut MADE FOR ME.

BEHOLD!

I am still so speechless about receiving my first fanart, thank you so much, @delicatementalitydonut you have made my entire month.

Anyway, expect the next chapter of Where Food is Best to be out later today!

[Image ID: there are three pictures, the first of which is fanart of Yusami from Where Food is Best in her work uniform. She has brown eyes, brown hair pulled into a ponytail, and slightly tanned skin, and is dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, black pants, black boots, and a long green apron. She has a hand cradling her face and is smiling.

The second image is Yusami in her formal kimono outfit. She has brown eyes, brown hair pulled into a bun, slightly tanned skin, and is wearing a green formal kimono with a pink obi and flowers sewed into the design. If you look closely at her hair bun, you can see a small streak of white hair.

The third image is the "Oh this? This is beautiful meme" in response to the above fanart.]

[theincaprincess]

I had to wait a whole year to post this 😂

[sakura-haruka]

Happy Star Wars Day!

[willowwyrd]

Snippet from the second chapter of my IL/PHM crossover fic, Death in the Business of Whaling:

When Simon finally looks into the window, his breath is instantly stolen again, heart stilling in his chest.

It's not a window between infirmary rooms or even prison cells.

It's a porthole to space, and what he sees beyond simply isn't possible.

Stars.

Hundreds and thousands and millions and billions of tiny white pinholes in the vast expanse of space, glowing and glittering and violently—deceptively—alive, mingling with swirling space dust and crowned with rich, colorful light.

Simon can't clearly remember a time when the universe looked so full.

It's staggeringly beautiful.

Simon blinks.

The stars wink back, but refuse to disappear, all screaming:

"I WAS HERE."

Simon's hands are moving of their own accord, reaching out to touch the porthole glass. It's slick and cool, like everything else in this place, but different. It grounds him.

The stars are moving, Simon realizes. Slowly drifting, as if each one is being pulled along by a invisible string. He cranes his neck to follow them, watching in awestruck silence as a few stars shift out of view only to be replaced by thousands more.

His heart desperately wants to hope that somewhere in the universe, the ghostlight is still this strong. That somewhere, thousands of light years from the known systems...the universe looks this misleadingly intact.

But then, Simon sees it, and his tentative joy crumples. The sun.

A brilliantly golden star fills the porthole, eclipsing it almost in its entirety, flicking solar flares into the void like tongues of flame. Its light is so bright, it's almost painful to look at, but Simon doesn't care; a handful of angry tears carve stinging lines through the grime, drawing down somewhere into his beard.

His eyes burn as reality comes crashing down.

No star would appear falsely lit at this short distance. So, the "porthole" can't be a window by any stretch of definition. It has to be some kind of electronic monitor, programmed to display an old sun-cycle time lapse.

"'It's a screen, you fuckin' dumbass," Simon hisses, scrubbing at the waste of water on his cheekbones.

He should have known better.

Whatever.

[birdbyrne]

Had another idea (sorry for bugging you so much) Grace singing "please dont take my sunshine away to Simoin. Grace doant realize hes humming anything till Simoin asks him what the song is, and afterwards Simoin had to wonder why hes important enough to be compared to the SUN

Anyway yeah, very normal over your au, very normal

moon/sun imagery for these two makes me so weak bro </3

[flaccid-rats]

I have not watched The Fall Guy but I do like the idea of Ryland having an identical twin brother.

I also like the idea of Ryland and Colt having a Hikaru and Kaoru like suitation going on where people struggle to tell them apart, especially if they don't know them that well.

I also like the idea of Simon, outside of Rocky, being like, the only one able to tell Ryland and Colt apart without issue. He's the Haruhi in this situation. He met Ryland and Colt and just knew who was who, and every time Colt asks Simon how he can tell Simon just shrugs because "idk it's pretty obvious to me" and never explains any further.

Colt feels weirdly threatened by it.

Ryland is immediately in love.

[faerieinthehumanworld]

What Evolution Made Us -Part One

A/N: Hey, everybody, I know it's been like a week since I posted last, but I got sick, and school's been just awful, but I'm back now, and I finally have the first part! I've decided to post in shorter segments just so you guys can have more stuff more regularly, so let me know how you like it and without further ado let's get into it!

If you haven't seen the other posts I've made about this story, you can find them on my blog under the tag #evolution AU!

Part Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Interlude, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen

credit to @uzmacchiato for the pretty divider!

The first time the radio picks up a blip Grace is pretty sure he imagined it. The second and third times it happens he wonders passingly if he’s going insane. They’re just sort of chilling in the piloting hub, because this pilot’s chair is actually sort of comfortable, and Rocky is beside him, humming to himself and spinning… something… out of his beautiful, strange metal. 

Grace leans forward and pokes at the communications array, but no, there is definitely a blip. He frowns at it. “Grace make face, question?” Rocky asks, and Grace just sort of helplessly shrugs. “There’s something the radio’s picking up. It doesn’t make any sense, that shouldn’t— we’re too far from Earth to pick up any sort of signal.” 

Rocky trills noncommittally. “Maybe check anyway, question?” Grace nods absently, already working on it. “Right, right, yeah.” He flicks a few switches and looks closer at the communications array. There is a steady, repetitive signal coming from beyond Adrian— wait, no, that can’t be right. 

He gets up and goes to look out of one of the view ports facing the planet. But no, the Shadow is still there, the huge, expansive swathe of utter blackness that no light has been able to penetrate for the past three decades. He frowns. No one on Earth figured out what the hell the Shadow actually is, but as far as their sensors are concerned it’s a transmission dead zone. Nothing’s made it through, not light from the stars, not radio waves, nothing. Since it appeared it’s been a complete mystery. 

And yet, Grace thinks, returning to his seat and staring at the blip on his computer, there is something coming from it now. He settles down and listens to the signal it’s giving off. It’s radio waves, faint still and staticky, and yet… Grace leans forward, pushing his glasses up his nose. There’s a pattern. There’s a pattern here in the noise, repeating every two minutes. He counts in his head, and then freezes, halfway through a count. 

Three short, three long, three short. Repeat. Morse code. He exhales, just a little shakily. It’s Morse Code. SOS, an emergency. Save Our Souls. 

Grace takes a deep breath, pulling his glasses off. His brain won’t let him forget the origin of those three letters, the desperation in them, and for a moment he thinks of ships and icebergs. Rocky rattles around beside him, obviously curious. “What Grace doing, question?” Grace shakes himself. Right, okay, they got things to do. “It’s nothing, Rock, it’s a strange signal is all. This pattern is Morse code, back on earth it’s what we used to use to communicate. It’s a human way of communicating, that’s why I’m confused, it shouldn’t be here.” Rocky points his scanner at the communications array. “Human signal weak. Sounds strange. What Grace want to do, question?” 

Grace folds his arms across his chest, anxiety fluttering in his chest all of a sudden. “It’s just… we really can’t jeopardize the mission. We have two planets counting on us getting back safe.” Rocky stamps a foot at him, which Grace is learning is the Eridian equivalent of a raised eyebrow. “I sense but.” Grace runs his hands through his hair, frustrated and scared and conflicted. He knows what he ought to do. What the brave thing is to do. And the thought of doing it is making him feel just a little sick. “But that’s a distress signal. SOS, it means Save Our Souls. It’s a cry for help.” He fidgets with his jumpsuit, frowning. “…I can’t ignore that.” 

Rocky trills quietly. Grace is starting to be able to interpret without the computer but it’s still a long way to go. “Then go. We investigate, see who needs help.” Grace shakes his head. “You don’t… have to come with me. I won’t make you do that. We’d have to go into the— into the Shadow thing, and I don’t… want to make you do that.” 

Rocky chirrups, laughing at him. “No, I going. Grace friend. We stick together.” He hops into his ball and rolls away noisily. “Now come! Get ready! Let’s go!” Grace chuckles, quickly wiping away the tears that threaten to blur his vision, and follows his friend to go figure out how the hell to get ready for this new mission. 

[soapyoapy]

being in the project hail mary fandom is taking me back to og tumblr days in the best ways while also being one of the most wholesome fandoms i’ve been in (i personally haven’t seen a lot of arguing)

come one, come all! we’ve got:

- popular queer headcanons people agreeing are basically canon (aroace ryland grace)

- unhinged crossover shipping that ends up trending on tumblr (bloodymary/simon from iron lung) which doesn’t take away from the aroace headcanon at all

- a sibling au birthing beautiful manips that the Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fandom would be proud of (coltland twins, courtland gentry, etc)

- and overall just good vibes that are helping me through my final weeks of college

[bolthedoor]

Simon looking at Grace: "you look pretty"

Grace looks up from what he's working on: "what?"

Rocky zooming past: "he said you look shitty goodnight"

In which Simon proceeds to chase after a maniacally giggling Rocky

Grace, head-scratching, brows furrowed in confusion: "I don't get it"