#idea!!

[dove-wyvern]

I had an idea that I just couldn’t get out of my head so I sketched it

Imagine Minos feeling at where his face once was, desperately attempting to rationalize its disappearance.

When he fights V1, the first being he’s seen since his death and subsequent torture, he asks if there’s even anything left.

The only thing that V1 can register is the semblance of eyes staring back. Are those even meant to be there?

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AGGHHHH like imagine the total horror of realizing that your face was just cleaved off..

I couldn’t really figure out what I wanted to put IN his face hole lol

I originally wanted to do an actual gory cleaved face.. or even one of those front facing mri scans that show the insides :p

I ended up going with ye olde analog horror face because I love the idea of the wetness of his eyes being visible in the darkness and I didn’t want to spend TOO much time on this

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS REMINDS ME OF????

"GO FOR IT DAMI!"

its literally that CONGRATULATIONS BRO

🐌

Is there art of me somewhere in this position with superboy..

[velvetsplentiful-art]

Au idea!!

Pure vanilla is a human here (medic college student) gets isekai into a world from a book/comic he binge reads and now wants to help shadow milk, the antagonist escape fate of death!

Reblog and like if the idea pleases you

i will start drawing it right now

[keire-ke]

The main thing I took from TRoS is that I want Bucky with a lightsaber

But then I thought: what if Senator Barnes and his childhood friend Jedi Rogers

(Also on Twitter)

[keire-ke]

I had a thought about Endgame: Old Man Rogers is not Steve at all. He’s Red Skull.

Red Skull needed someone who loved him to trade places with, because a soul for a soul, and burning hate is almost as good as love, when it comes to magic. Steve stayed on Vormir, doomed to be the half-corporeal guardian of the Soul Stone, and Red Skull fucked off, wearing Steve’s body like a meatsuit.

:D

[keire-ke]

I recently rewatched part of Endgame because the person in the airplane seat next to me had it on, and with the sound off I was struck by two things: (1) Holy shit, Steve's haircut + shirt combos make him look INCREDIBLY DOUCHEY without Evan's earnestness to soften it, and ... [sending in a second post b/c Tumblr still doesn't have functional ask character limits, *shocker*]

…(2) this movie would make so much more sense if, at the beginning of the 5 years, after they fail to fix the snap initially, Steve, in Bruce’s words, gets low. Low enough that he wishes he had another plane as an excuse. But he doesn’t, and the world needs him, so he goes and finds a magician/demigod/evil scientist/Inhuman/whatever, and asks them to take away his feelings for Bucky. All of them – romantic, sure, but also brotherly, also protective, all that Bucky has ever meant to him (2/3)

(3/3) He didn’t ask for his MEMORIES to be removed: he knows those claw their way back. But all bargains have a price, and Bucky’s central to Steve’s existence. Steve didn’t need Bucky to be a good person initially, but now SO many aspects of himself (fighting for autonomy, feeling at home in the 21st century) have deep ties to Bucky that excising all feelings for Bucky blunts those too. The anesthetized shell left is Endgame!Steve. That’s why Bucky’s so resigned: he knows Steve is already gone.

1) Steve looks incredibly douchey. Whatever they did to his hair, both color and product, makes it look like rubber, his makeup makes his skin look plastic, he looks like a wax sculpture of himself,

2) I am sexually attracted to this idea,

3) No, seriously, I love it. Somewhere along the line Steve decided he didn’t need his soul, if he were to be of any use, so he dropped it, believing it’s the right thing.

[keire-ke]

68 and 88 please for Cherik!

Heroic Sacrifice and EroticDreams

Sometime in the early twenty-first century, following a nuclear war and devastating changes in climate, on the eve of the first of solar flares, Charles had Hank connect Cerebro to the network, sent him away and locked himself inside. The Earth was a graveyard, but on that day the sparse population of remnants came together and erected bunkers. Hundreds of bunkers. What was left of sustenance and vegetation was brought in, sealed, and humanity fell asleep, one by one, into a dream, a fantasy of what awaits after the sun storm passes.

Every now and then one of the dreamers would be woken to tend to the others and check on the outside world. They would perform the tasks in mindless stupor, and return to dreamworld just as soon as they were up.

Erik had been one of the last to succumb to sleep, his powers having played a crucial part in securing the shelters. Charles had been waiting for him when he finally had; had waited with his arms outstretched, as the dream‘dstripped away the years. Charles tasted the same, always would.

Erik would wake again, briefly, along with the others, though his age permitted him only a few days in the sun, before they sought out Cerebro, still sealed. When he died a power surge spread through the remains of the network, burning out the final servers.