'because if you that'

listen. l i s t e n. barry j bluejeans is the lover. he loves so much that he is defined by it. lup was more important to him than his own life, a fact that he proved many many times over an eleven-year period by literally dying for her again and again.

but it wasn’t just lup on the starblaster, and it wasn’t just lup that barry loved. the starblaster became his family, and barry, who is known for his love, loved them too.

so give me a barry who stays up until four in the morning sharing stories with lucretia, reminiscing about the lives they lost to the hunger and talking about the families they miss dearly. give me a barry who spends years chipping away at taako’s facade with infinite patience, because he knows there’s more to taako than the fronts the elf throws up, is overjoyed when he finally sees the elf talk to him about something serious. give me a barry who sits quietly next to davenport and coaxes jokes out of him, never judging, to reassure his captain that his crew sees him as more than a silly gnome with a silver ship. give me a barry who gets pranked by magnus and throws himself into his retaliation with eagerness, because it makes magnus laugh and anything that makes his little brother laugh is worth doing. give me a barry who engages in theological debates with merle for hours about the religious connotations of necromancy, and then learns dwarven drinking songs with an atrocious accent to sing with him after they leave fungston. 

give me a barry who loves - who loves so much that his love defines him across the universe.

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an excited hamster ready for the stage.

ka-gay-amaa  asked:

im so happy i get to see soul eater on my dash (; w;)/ i love your art so much !!

Aaah thank you~ I got few Soul Eater fanarts and comics sketched but the Miraculous Ladybug Season 2 hype train hit me on my way to finishing the Soul Eater ones…

I don’t know how long it’ll last but I’ll do my best to try to post the SE ones as soon as I can… T wTb (on ariadusts account ofc).

But training too hard to adapt this boy into my style is taking all my energy left for now (same for Alya tbh)… Aaah…

And since I got already two long upcoming comics for ML, I can’t tell you it’ll be anytime soon for Soul Eater (also because adapting ML to my style is so challenging I’d like to stop by this for a bit!). = w=b I love challenge!

PS : But it might be worth to wait because once I’m into something (which I started with both SE and ML atm), I don’t drop it until I did like 10 art/comic about it! (I wish I was kidding when i say this but I got no chill sometimes). Herpes me!

anonymous asked:

it feels really biased that you only reblog art and fics from your friends. it doesn't help smaller authors get noticed. I wish you'd spread your net wider and include people outside your little bubble.

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Runs lately!

I’ve just been doing whatever lately, and it’s been good! Feeling good and enjoying lots of easy runs 😊

I felt really good running tonight, it was a little warmer out than it has been which felt nice! And I just trotted along listening to my music and jamming out 🏃🏼‍♀️

I am very ready for thanksgiving break. Even though I just had a vacation I could use another break haha 2 more days!

Happy Monday!

hello from the other side

Henry's Unfortunate Ink-antation Part 5

[Submitted by: @the-elusive-blue-skittle]

The papers, dubbed Henry Studies, are brought back to the lounge, where Sammy, Wally, and Norman are finishing up for the night before they go home.

“Hey, Franks! I got some information!”

“Oh word? C’mere an’ lemme see!”

Generic Worker #937 arrives at Wally’s side, showing off her sketchbook. Wally freezes.

“… THEY’RE EATING MY CANDY?!”

Without another word, the janitor storms off in the direction of the music department. Norman makes a snide side comment,

“That guy’s weird. CRAZY weird.”

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Henry’s not far from walking away from the janitor’s closet before he’s suddenly snatched up from the back of his shirt. Panicking, he thrashes like an upset child being dragged away from the playground.

“HEY! PUT ME DOWN! YOU WON’T HAVE KNEECAPS AFTER TH- MMPH!

Wally covers the toon’s mouth with a dirty hand, shivering at the chalky feeling. Squirming harder, Henry makes a futile attempt to escape the janitor’s grasp. Restraining the toon’s legs with his free arm, Wally dashes up the stairs to the projector room, proceeding to dangle Henry over the edge. Henry freezes up, curling into a ball at just how high up he’s being held.

“This’ll teach ya, y’little nutcase,” Wally sneers and hangs Henry from a protruding nail in the wall just below the window. Here in the music department, nobody will hear the poor toon scream.

“WALLY! YOU GET ME DOWN FROM HERE RIGHT NOW! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF RESPECTING YOUR ELDERS?!”

“You’re funny, Henry.”

Cackling, Wally wanders off, leaving Henry alone, dangling forty-five feet up in the air.

… CLUNK… CLUNK… CLUNK!

… Scratch that. Henry’s been left alone, dangling forty-five feet up in the air… In the dark.

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After everyone goes home, Joey makes his way downstairs to make sure everything is cleaned up and put away. He’s also subtly on the lookout for Henry, who had gone missing half an hour ago. Bendy, Boris, and Alice haven’t seen him around, either, so you can bet that the old man is getting a little worried.

Arriving at the main room, with the staircases leading to the projector and music rooms, Joey stops for a small break. He’s started to get winded from the slow panic that’s been building up ever since he got the news of his pupil’s disappearance.

Just then, a loud, high-pitched scream rings out in the dark, empty studio.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!”

The old geezer springs up from his relaxed position, heading in the direction of the cry for help. Sprinting up the stairs like he just gained twenty years of his life back, Joey bursts into the projector room and looks over the balcony, where Henry is dangling by the back of his favorite sweater. The poor little toon is squirming, thrashing, whimpering, and yelling in hopes that it’ll get him rescued faster.

Carefully snatching Henry up from the nail in the wall, Joey cradles the toon in a protective and tight embrace. Shaking like a frozen chihuahua, Henry grasps tightly onto the back of Joey’s waistcoat, whining and sniffling. The old man does his best to soothe the poor guy, reassuring him in a soft, hushed voice that he’s going to be okay, and that it’s time for bed.

“Shhh, you’re safe, kiddo.. I’m not gonna drop ya…”

Henry slowly nods, burying his face in the crook of Joey’s neck.

“Listen… It’s time for little toons to go to bed… Let’s get you back to the first floor…”

“O-Okay, dad,” the little toon mutters, too terrified and exhausted to care that he just referred to his mentor as ‘dad’.

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“Papa Drew, can I sleep with Henry tonight,” Bendy asks as Henry’s laid down for bed in Joey’s comfy office chair. “Pretty please?”

“Sorry, Bendy,” Joey starts. “Henry’s had a rough first day, and he needs his proper rest. Maybe tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” the little devil sighs, curling up on the couch next to Alice, favorite teddy bear in hand. Boris curls up on the floor at the foot of the chair Henry’s dozing off in. Moving Henry’s hair out of his face, Joey applies a small kiss to the little guy’s forehead before moving on to do so with the other toons.

“Goodnight, kids. See you all in the morning.”

The toons unanimously mutter, “G’night, Papa Drew…”

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Henry seems to have gotten over his predicament pretty quickly! He walks along his normal path in the studio to fill his mug with coffee for the third time today with a slight smile on his face.

Suddenly, he trips on a loose floorboard, and the ground is a lot closer than before. The man raises a hand to inspect, but finds that three-fingered, white-glove that he’d dealt with all day. The toon stumbles to his feet, backing against a wall with his head in his hands.

“No.. No, not again.. I can’t be like this again!”

Starting to tear up, he shakes his head and drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around himself. He hears a loud clunking noise, accompanied by feeling the biggest earthquake he’s ever experienced. Panicked, the toon opens his eyes to see the studio’s floorboards crumbling from the other side of the room, though not revealing anything below- just a black, bubbling void. The holes in the floor grow closer, and closer, and closer still to the cowering young man as he once again rises, pressing tightly against the wall, frantically searching for an exit before he falls. The floorboards around him crumble away, leaving him on a small so-called ‘island’ of wood next to the wall.

A very familiar janitor stands not too far away, though his eyes are overshadowed by his hat, and he’s got a creepy, sinister smile plastered on his face. He holds out a hand for Henry to grab. The toon grabs Wally’s hand, though the off-putting janitor yanks his hand away before Henry can get a steady grip. He utters one phrase…

“You’re funny, Henry.”

Henry gasps as the final floorboards beneath him start to creak.

“W-Wally, what are you-”

CRASH. The wood finally gives way under Henry’s weight, and he’s sent sailing into the hot, bubbling ink below. He cries out in pain at first contact, though he’s quickly sucked into the boiling liquid. The toon tries to escape, but to no avail as his body starts becoming part of the pool. Soon enough, Henry finds that he can’t move anymore, and that nearly his entire body has been devoured by the mass. He tries one more call for help…

And nobody comes.

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Henry wakes up in the middle of the night, shivering and shaking like a cat that fell into a bath tub. Everyone is fast asleep…

Watching his step, Henry hops down from the office chair, careful not to touch Boris. He begins to carefully and quietly explore Joey’s dark apartment to calm his nerves.

“Joey’s not in bed,” Henry whispers to himself. “I wonder where he could be…”

The toon tiptoes around a corner and pauses to hide. Peering around the wall, he spots a soft yellow glow. He sees Joey sitting at his desk, reading a book by candlelight. The little toon dares not go any further, for fear of getting scolded for being up so late. Huh, that’s funny… He hasn’t been afraid of getting scolded since he was a teenager. Disregarding the thought, Henry remains silent, watching Joey read quietly. He can’t go back to sleep yet! What if he has another scary dream? Shivering at the thought, Henry wraps his arms around himself and slides down the wall, sitting on the floor with a huff.

Joey hears the quiet shuffling and pauses his reading, looking over at the hallway curiously. Standing up from his chair, the old man quietly approaches the hall, peeking around to see Henry, who flinches and tries to scramble away at the sight of his mentor. The toon is unsuccessful as he’s carefully taken by the arm.

“Just where do you think you’re going, young man?”

“U-Uhh, I, uh… Um… S-Sorry, Joey…”

Joey’s expression softens a little as he lets go of his underling’s arm. “No, no, it’s okay… What are you doing up so late, Henry?”

Henry glances away, rubbing an arm shyly. “Well, I, uh… Had a scary dream…”

The old man kneels on the floor, now sitting at Henry’s eye level. “Can you tell me what it was about? Maybe that way, you’ll feel better about it.”

Henry nods meekly, taking a breath to calm his nerves. “Well… It started with me being… Being human again, and then I wasn’t, and the floor started crumbling, but the music department wasn’t underneath it all. It was just… Ink. And lots of it. And I was trapped against the wall with nowhere to go, and Wally was there. He offered to help me out, but yanked his hand away, and…” Henry pauses, his high-pitched voice starting to sound choked up. “A-And I fell into the ink, and it was BOILING hot, and then I started dissolving and that’s when I woke up…”

Joey sighs, standing up and scooping the little toon up into his arms. “Yeah, that does sound pretty scary. I can assure you that nothing of the sort is going to happen to you here. I promise.”

Henry nods, twiddling his fingers idly. He feels a lot less scared, now that he’s in Joey’s comforting embrace. He replies with a simple, “Mmkay…”

“Come on. Let’s get’cha back to bed, kiddo. Tomorrow’s another day.”

At the sentiment of going to bed, it’s like Henry magically becomes exhausted as his eyes droop closed. He mutters quietly, “Okay, dad…”

Joey smiles. This is the second time Henry’s called him ‘dad’. And in his eyes, it’s the cutest darn thing. He begins carrying Henry back to bed, but the toon seems confused when they walk right past the comfy office chair. He doesn’t say anything, being too tired to speak. The old man carefully tucks his ‘apprentice’ in the bed, gently patting his head.

“Sleep tight.”

The little toon smiles a little smile and promptly closes his eyes, drifting off into a more pleasant sleep.

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Bold the bad habits! I got tagged by @kaosstar, @darthvronton, @juczerro and @s0tc (thank you so much <3

Agent Davin Sullivan

Swearing | Fingernail chewing | Slouching | Slurring | Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse decisions/shopping | Obsessive comm checking | Bad time management | Slang | Poor grammar | Overworking | Slacking off | Oversleeping | Undersleeping| Skin picking | Poor eye contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping breakfast | Junk food | Self criticism | Procrastinating | Day dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Drama seeking | Secret teller | Spitting | Lip licking | Lip chewing | Drinking from the bottle | Yelling | Poor hygiene | Impatient | Hot headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab picking | Cheek biting | Teeth gnashing | Stealing | Scamming | Hair pulling | Large ego | Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Freeloading | Littering | One-Upping | Whining | Borrowing without returning | Unnecessary Aggression |Talking during performances | Plagiarism | Copying | Glaring | Spacing out | Ignoring | Overcritical | Messy | Hateful | Overly Prideful | Reckless

Trooper Mira Lane

Swearing | Fingernail chewing | Slouching | Slurring | Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse decisions/shopping | Obsessive comm checking | Bad time management | Slang | Poor grammar | Overworking | Slacking off | Oversleeping | Undersleeping| Skin picking | Poor eye contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping breakfast | Junk food | Self criticism | Procrastinating | Day dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Drama seeking | Secret teller | Spitting | Lip licking | Lip chewing | Drinking from the bottle | Yelling | Poor hygiene | Impatient | Hot headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab picking | Cheek biting | Teeth gnashing | Stealing | Scamming | Hair pulling | Large ego | Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Freeloading | Littering | One-Upping | Whining | Borrowing without returning | Unnecessary Aggression |Talking during performances | Plagiarism | Copying | Glaring | Spacing out | Ignoring | Overcritical | Messy | Hateful | Overly Prideful | Reckless 

Jedi Omar Demir

Swearing | Fingernail chewing | Slouching | Slurring | Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse decisions/shopping | Obsessive comm checking | Bad time management | Slang | Poor grammar | Overworking | Slacking off | Oversleeping | Undersleeping| Skin picking | Poor eye contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping breakfast | Junk food | Self criticism | Procrastinating | Day dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Drama seeking | Secret teller | Spitting | Lip licking | Lip chewing | Drinking from the bottle | Yelling | Poor hygiene | Impatient | Hot headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab picking | Cheek biting | Teeth gnashing | Stealing | Scamming | Hair pulling | Large ego | Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Freeloading | Littering | One-Upping | Whining | Borrowing without returning | Unnecessary Aggression |Talking during performances | Plagiarism | Copying | Glaring | Spacing out | Ignoring | Overcritical | Messy | Hateful | Overly Prideful | Reckless

Tagging: (I’m not sure who’s done this, but here I go) @wiredraw, @deathstickz, @rhomellegacy, @exvind, @skwerlly-squirrel, @pyritea, @moonlitalien@desuex, @depizan, @kangeera, @empire-at-war, @bootyknight, @bitsypookums

clefa  asked:

stolen-century era barry and lucretia nerding out together 💕

we call this, the author demonstrates her brief interest in cell biology combined with a penchant for emotional headcanons about our favorite characters’ families


The world the Starblaster encounters during cycle eleven is filled with beings so long-lived as to be practically immortal. Finding the Light is no trial - with age comes wisdom, and the ancient beings populating this world hand it over with little difficulty, wisely parting themselves from such a destructive force, handing over the Light and earnest well-wishes.

Lucretia’s spending the day with Barry, in his lab. She’s tired of spending so much time outside, because this planet has three suns and despite Lucretia’s darker skin she, eventually, burned as well. Today, Barry’s looking into - well, immortality.

Lucretia is a relatively unobtrusive observer. For the most part she listens patiently as he explains his research, puts up with his tangential ramblings and long pauses for thought, and skillfully steers him back into explaining whatever point he’d lost in his own distraction. He supposes she’d rather need interview skills, being a biographer and all.

She wasn’t trained as a scientist by any means, but she asks the right questions, and that’s more important than any amount of schooling, in Barry’s opinion. That and genuine curiosity, and she’s already a sight more fun to bounce ideas off than half the researchers Barry encountered during his time in university.

She’s not asking many questions today, though, which is strange. Barry’s rattling off the basics of chromosome generation, using human biology as a basis, and she takes notes astutely, her pen skittering unfettered over the paper.

“So, uh, basically what I’m looking for is - like, in all of our bodies there’s this thing that kinda…prevents our chromosomes from being destroyed before they age properly.”

“Telomerase,” Lucretia fills in without looking up from her notebook, and Barry says “Yeah,” before he really processes what she said.

Then: “Wait, what?”

“Telomerase,” she repeats, and her pen pauses its movement. “You’re talking about this - the equivalent of telomerase in whatever version of cells these people have, right?”

“Yeah,” Barry says slowly. “Yeah, how did you know that?”

It finally seems to occur to Lucretia that Barry is impressed. “Oh,” she says, flushing. “That’s, um, not a story for the lab, I think, but I’m just - if I had to guess, they’ve probably got too much telomerase, so their chromosomes aren’t being degraded fast enough, right? Too much telomerase and you’ve got immortal cells and functionally immortal beings,” she says, looking pleased with herself, before her smile drops. “Well. In most cases.”

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