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@kanedaloveslas
Hey friends, I’m still working on bigger commissions so I’m not taking any of those on yet until I’m done with them, but I’m really tight on money and was wondering if anyone wanted a sketch commission?
You can order one here:
Commission available on Ko-fi.com
Any help is appreciated ;u;
Not to be annoying about this but because I missed so much work and had no PTO to put in for it, I’m broke. Like. Unable to get gas and groceries broke. Anything helps, I’d appreciate even reblogs.
I can’t believe i forgot to post this.
A selfship comic.
Ft. @mannythemunchkin who loves Robbie
I'm thinking of Miguel O'Hara
And idea that Miguel's spider sense goes off when he's by las.
And since Lasis small and can't hurt him in anyway that matters. He's confused. His senses must be off or wrong. There's no way las could hurt him.
Meanwhile las is like <3 <3 hehe~ I wanna ruin him. >:3
Then it's not until las and him are together that he realizes oh fuck. Okay now I see why.
Happy pride to black trans people in particular I know it can be tough out here with how often the image of what and who counts as always seems to never consider us
YURIO SCOTT’S TRAILER IS OUT I NEED A PRESENCE AND EVERYONE’S REACTION TO HIS ABILITIES AND SCOTT BEING ABLE TO HEAR THEM MORE BECAUSE WE’RE SO CLOSE PLEASE AND THANK YOU
bonus if Scott gets emotional because he realizes everyone actually has been missing him a ton and the presence adores him
Marvel Rivals Self‑Aware AU: To Me, My Cyclops
Scott was dreaming.
He didn't even know if that should've been possible.
Alchemax kept him suspended in a perpetual state between consciousness and unconsciousness, trapped within machinery that never allowed him true rest. Every waking moment was agony. Every sleeping moment was stolen.
And yet, somehow, he was dreaming.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Scott Summers was free.
No restraints. No machines. No cables digging into his skin. No forced vigilance.
Just sunlight.
Warm sunlight.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he lifted his face toward the sky. The warmth felt wonderful against his skin. Beneath his eyelids, the familiar power that had defined his entire life hummed pleasantly. Instead of the recycled artificial light Alchemax constantly fed him, his body drank in genuine sunlight.
Real sunlight.
His optic energy responded eagerly, almost gratefully.
For a moment, Scott simply stood there and enjoyed it.
Then the battlefield arrived.
His dream shifted, becoming the kind of chaos that had accompanied most of his life. Explosions. Shouting. The distant sounds of combat.
And strangely enough, Scott found himself relieved.
He was fighting alongside the X-Men again. Alongside his family.
A little part of him felt bitter that even his dreams couldn't free him from leadership responsibilities. But compared to Alchemax's prison, commanding a battlefield felt like paradise.
He sprinted across ruined terrain and fired an optic blast.
The crimson beam ricocheted off a wall then struck another target.
Nothing unusual there. Scott had spent decades mastering angles and trajectories.
But then he heard it.
A voice.
Not from the battlefield. Not from the dream.
From somewhere else.
The same voice he'd vaguely heard during Jean's last visit. Only now it was clearer, much clearer. And apparently very excited.
"0mg, l00k at h1m g0!! R1c0ch3ting 0ptic Bl4sts?! Th4t's s0 c00l! I th1nk he'll be th3 first h3r0 wh0 c4n d0 th4t!"
Scott blinked.
From his perspective, ricocheting optic blasts wasn't particularly impressive. It was practically second nature.
Still...
The enthusiasm was oddly charming.
The dream continued.
This time, he fired a blast behind himself, using the force to propel his body backward and evade an attack.
Immediately, the voice practically shrieked.
"EHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Just l1ke X-M3N—////////" The rest dissolved into static.
Scott frowned. Curious.
Then he launched himself into the air.
Another optic blast. Another ricochet.
This time, however, the beam didn't simply strike one enemy. It continued.
Jumping between targets. Maintaining a sustained barrage.
Scott's attention sharpened instantly.
Now that was interesting.
His optic blasts had always been straightforward. Powerful. Precise. Devastating.
But this? This felt... evolved.
A refinement.
An entirely new application.
The dream showed him unleashing continuous streams of crimson energy, chaining impacts together in ways he'd never considered before.
Then his visor pulsed.
The mysterious voice snorted. "W3 r34lly g0t Cycl0ps r3l04ding h1s 3y3s."
Scott wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but he found himself mildly offended anyway.
The battlefield shifted again.
New techniques. New movements.
A single blast splitting into five.
Five becoming six.
Angles multiplying.
Targets dropping.
What began as curiosity quickly transformed into fascination. And fascination transformed into planning.
Scott's mind immediately started constructing tactical scenarios.
Mission applications. Team formations. Potential weaknesses. Potential strengths.
Ways to maximize efficiency. Ways to protect his teammates.
Ways to win.
Because that was what Scott Summers did.
Even in dreams.
Even in captivity.
Even broken.
His mind never stopped fighting.
And somewhere deep inside himself, a realization slowly began to form.
This didn't feel like a dream anymore.
Then came the final attack.
Scott propelled himself high into the air and unleashed a massive wave of crimson force.
The battlefield exploded beneath him. Enemies vanished beneath expanding waves of ruby energy.
Powerful. Not nearly as destructive as removing his visor entirely, but powerful enough. Important enough.
Some instinct deep within him whispered that this attack would matter. Soon.
The voice apparently agreed.
Scott heard what sounded suspiciously like someone slamming their hands against a desk.
"Ev3ry0n3's g0nn4 d3f1n1t3ly d13 t0 th1s m4n."
"...I can hear you better now," Scott said. Or perhaps thought. It was difficult to tell. "I feel like I'm getting closer to something."
The battlefield began fading.
The dream was unraveling.
No answer came. Only silence.
But for the first time in years, Scott felt strangely light. Hopeful.
And then a thought slipped from him before he could stop it.
"I can feel that you love me." The admission made him blush.
Scott Summers had never struggled with giving love. Receiving it was another matter entirely.
His entire life had been filled with expectations. Responsibilities. Sacrifices. Failures.
People needed Cyclops.
People respected Cyclops.
People followed Cyclops.
But being loved? That had always been harder to believe.
Yet somehow this unseen voice did.
Without meeting him. Without knowing him. Without asking anything in return.
And perhaps that was why he believed it.
The X-Men missed him. He knew that. Jean had proven that.
His family was still fighting for him.
But this strange presence beyond his understanding...
You believed in him too.
Whatever destiny awaited Scott Summers, it was approaching.
Rapidly. Inevitably.
And when it finally arrived— Scott would meet it head-on.
Just like he always had.
❤️❤️❤️
Meanwhile, in the faraway shores of Krakoa, Jean Grey had just opened her eyes.
They were wide and big as she gently lowered her hands from her temples when she finished receiving that strange vision— a gift from the Presence, maybe.
Behind Jean, her fellow X-Men were also quiet, each of them musing to what they had just witnessed. Scott Summers being back, with new and old tricks in his arsenal.
“Let’s move.” Jean told her friends, a look of focused determination on, “It won’t be long until his arrival.”
All mutants nodded. Jean spared one last glance at the picturesque skies above them, sending out a telepathic thanks even if she didn’t knew if you could feel it, and joined the rest of the X-Men.
i hope that bi woman and her boyfriend ruin pride for 23000 people
my biggest word of advice to anyone scared to post their work/ocs/involve themselves in creative spaces online is to earnestly get interested in other people. be kind to others, like/reblog their work, tell them what you like about their work, get to know them as people.
this isn’t to “weasel” your way into anything or having ulterior motives or whatever. if you become friends with someone then that’s great! but there’s always something very personal about posting any kind of creative work. we’re all trying our best to connect with each other and the best way to get comfortable is to get to know others and show up as yourself. 🫶🏾
this is the second case ive seen of a black child going missing and then found lynched, what the fuck is going on
Her name is Juliana Nzita.
Hi, my name is Bueia Umba and I am fundraising for Juliana Nzita. It is with deep sorrow… Bueia Umba necesita tu apoyo para Donate in MEMOR
her family’s gofundme!!
I was missing the original best boy, my first F/o Kaito from Vocaloid, so i went through old art i never posted on here, and redrew it
The new one
The original from 2017?18?19? I don’t remember sorry
I binged the pitt. And now I'm inlove with Dr. John Shen, Dr. Micheal "Robby" Robinavitch, Dr. Jack Abbott, Nurse Jesse, and Dr. Brenden Park "park the shark"
but mostly robby and Shen cause swoon
I'm adding Shen and Robby to my f/o list 🩷🩷🩷🩷
For whichever F/O comes to your mind first: What sport do they/would they play?
Futbol (aka soccer)
Basketball
Baseball
American football
Rugby
Hockey
Golf
Tennis
Boxing
Wrestling
Other real life sport
Sport that only exists in their source
I’m watching the Pitt and everytime a really gorey scene comes on i imagine Remy right there
sooooo funny when i see general selfship imagines etc and then the dni at the end is like "jake doubles dont interact". like girl who is jake. from state farm ? we gotta be a lil more specific than this mamas
Sone more writing of Remy/las
After all that time, it's Remy's turn to pull las so she's leaning against him, his arm around her shoulders. They're sitting on the couch. Las is slowly drifting off. The events of the day finally catching up to her.
He thinks it's cute she's half asleep head against his chest as he watches over her, she doesn't get enough sleep so he's happy to let her sleep.
It's a few seconds later when the door opens. Las brother barging in. Making las jump. Remy frowns.
"Hey, Las. My laundry done?"
Las blinks rubbing her eye as Remy frowns. "Not yet. Machines' still goin"
"Aw. Ok. See you later las. Remy"
Las nods as the door closes again, Remy tries to pull las back to him, maybe she'd fall asleep.
Las shakes her head.
"C'mon babe, at least take a nap, you need your sleep-" remy gets an idea. "Lets lay down. Here I'll hold ya."
Las just nods getting up as remy repositions them so he's on his back and las head is rested on his chest.
"There we go. Now get some sleep" remy kisses Las forehead, las just hums.
A few minutes later remy smiles as he hears a small snore from Las. He was lazily running his hand through her hair, watching tv. He'd catch up on the episode he missed when he went on that last mission.
The washer goes off a few minutes later and Remy chuckles. "Kid should've waited"
Some Remy/las writin
Remy just smiled as he laid his head in Las lap, reaching up to let her hold his hand in hers, watching as she mindlessly traced patterns in his palms and traced his fingers with hers. He always thought it was cute her little habbit of tracing his hands. Made him feel loved, and warm inside. Las loving every part of him subconsciously.
Though he knew she was far away, lost in her head again. The grieving process still taking it's toll. Remy making sure she knew he was there for her every step of the way.
"Mon Chèrie?" He asked gently trying to bring her back. Sometimes it didn't work. But usually it did the trick.
"Hm?" Las asked glancing down at him. She let go and Remy frowned,taking his hands in hers pulling them close so he could kiss her palms.
"Love you" a kiss to her left palm. " mon coeur" a kiss to her right palm. Before he lets her left hand go to focus on tracing her other hand with his thumbs.
Las just giggles. "I love you too." A pause. "Remy?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you"
Remy's eyes move from her hand to back up at her. He smiles softly.
"Hmm, it's no trouble, you're never trouble ta me Chèrie"
FINALLY WATCHING PROJECT HAIL MARY AT HOME
Hehe I'm so excited!
