@whenthesundusks asked:
“Could you please draw wolf baru who seducively licks blood off his claws?”

This is all the good in my life. I’ve dreamt to see this. *wipes a tear* It’s beautiful.
And also lead me drawing an eating blood-soaked wolf!baru and some lewdies shhhh


Top row, left to right

  • Sergeant Xanthia (kill it with FIRE)
  • Sergeant Aemon (stolid but reliable)

Bottom row, left to right

  • Sergeant Kuriel (close-combat specialist)
  • Sergeant Phaedra (squad leader; hates tanks)
  • Sergeant Prascus (close-combat enthusiast)

Came up with their basic personalities as I modeled them; tried to pick suitable faces/poses.

I’m reasonably happy with these poses and weapons, but I kept all the options in case I get ambitious later or decide I really hate something. Gotta have at least two marine-killers with dual lightning claws, and any squad where you CAN take a heavy flamer, I feel like I SHOULD be taking that heavy flamer. I never bother with chainfists; I prefer to get my anti-vehicle from a bit further away. Power swords feel like a waste on terminators when you could have paired claws or a power fist so I skipped that, too. Only one of ‘em has a combi-bolter because let’s face it, combi-bolters aren’t going to win a game for you unless you’ve got a lot more than five of them. The leader has a combi-melta in lieu of the aforementioned chainfist. Though I might just do an arm-swap for her left arm for a chainfist after all and just run her as “AAAARGH FUCK YOUR VEHICLES!!!!!!”

Adrenalize Me

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They’re bound because it makes sense to be, Alexander is slighter older than him and his parents are completely loyal to the Circle. Its made very clear at the start that Alec is only there because it makes Jace stronger, that he’s to die for the heir if necessary, but that it won’t be the same the other way around.  

They grow up like that. Jace chooses to specialize with blades and close combat and that leaves the distance work to Alec who slips into the role of scout and ranged support easily. They fight well together, but don’t interact outside of missions or the training ring. Jace is busy being groomed by his father and Alec, he presumes, busies himself with his own family.

Jace misreads the first signs, the irritation when Alec is with someone other than him, the rage spiraling in him when the archer spars with other Circle members. Instead he focuses on his own blade work, on controlling himself as well as his father does it, trying to become as deadly of a fighter as possible and ignoring all the warning signs as inconsequential, small issues that he’d deal with later. It takes years for everything to boil over.

They are sparring together when it happens. It’s late, they’ve been on stand by for a mission that didn’t go ahead all day and decide to work off lingering jitters in a back training room. It goes as it normally does, long as Alec knows better than to let Jace close enough to get under his reach. When they stop briefly for water the archers pulls off his shirt, reveling a set of bruises that definitely don’t come from combat or sparring. Something in Jace snaps at the sight. He has Alec pinned to the floor by the time thought comes back to him. 

“You’re mine,” he snarls more than says, a small part of him knowing that his hold is hurting the one under him. “You belong to me, do you understand?”  

          For as long as Alec can remember his life had been the Circle. His parents helped Valentine in funding it and their oath was one he had been taught since he was little. They were the elite of the Shadow World, the rogue ones that cared more about protecting it than for an old and failed set of rules, the only ones that saw things for what they truly were. Shadowhunters were a dying breed, and their duty was not only to survive, but to fight downwolders as well. 

          Since he was a child, Alec had fought to be the best he could. There were few Circle born children such as himself, a handful and no more, so it was a small pack to get ahead of. The moment Jonathan started to train Alec was forced to accept he never would be the very best, as the role was reserved to Valentine’s son. To say he loathed the boy would be a bit too much, but Alec definitely envied him. Jace had a natural talent for battle, and effortlessness to his moves Alec had to strive in order to reach himself. Alec didn’t hate the blonde, he simply wanted to beat him or be him.

          Neither was a possibility, however, and reality would mock him in the face by the time he was sixteen and honored with the request to be Jonathan Morgenstern’s parabatai. Alec was under no illusions when it came to their bond, it was meant to make Jace more powerful and nothing else. The runes Alec drew on his skin would be stronger than anyone else’s, in battle, Jace would be able to borrow his strength. It didn’t work both ways, not for them, and Alec had knew so from the moment they stood in the circle of fire and made their vows, his lips grimacing at Jonathan’s empty promise to follow him in battle as much as it did at the taste of his blood. 

          Ever since that day their souls had been inexorably linked, the feel of one another in battle something Alec could hardly explain. He still resented Jace. He did so every time his strength was taken from him, every time he was forced to stand back so his injuries would distract Jace from a fight, every time he was made to feel like less of a shadowhunter because his parabatai was more important to their cause than Alec himself would ever be. 

          He took up archery so he had a reason to stand back, became the best in it, indisputably, because Jace couldn’t be bothered with the trade and no one else was quite as determined as Alec Lightwood would ever be. A good fit, Valentine deemed him, and Alec nodded dutifully even as he seethed and wept inside for his own wasted potential. 

          Things go on like this for a few years. The two of them fight together, train together whenever they must, and that it all there ever is to it. Alec can’t say he knows more than anyone else about Jace, even though he shares part of his soul. He knows how he moves, how he fights, and that is all he should ever care for when it comes to Valentine’s heir. On his side Alec keeps to himself, he has no interest in Jace getting to know him, least of all if Jace was ever to find out what he really is. 

          Alec likes men, as wrong and abominable as that is. It’s something he tries to fight about himself for as long as he can, something he hides and shames over far more than it’s ever healthy to, but it’s not something he can change. By the time he’s twenty one Alec has mostly accepted it. No one ever has to know that about him, and it’s not like the Circle of Raziel is bustling with prospects of marriage when the only girl near his age is his own sister Isabelle. 

          Finding others like him proves to be far easier then he ever thought it would, and he carries on with his life and his fight beside Jace, occasionally seeing one boy or another in his free time. Most of them are mundane, and Alec takes care to only go to such places when he’s absolutely alone, but a couple are shadowhunters such as himself and is one of such bouts that makes him careless. After spending a single night with Michael Wayland’s son Alec forgets to heal his wounds. 

          It is nothing much and he can barely feel the bruises on his hips where the boy has held him far too harshly, but they show as he lifts his shirt and from there it takes only a second for him to find himself on the floor, Jace’s angry face inches from his own where he sits on top of him. Alec’s momentary surprise at the attack immediately turns into a fight, his body twisting and trying to get away from the hold, the grip on his wrists tightening to the point where bruises there as well become a certainty. 

You’re mine, Jace snarls at him, and for a moment Alec is nothing but furious as he buckles and tries to throw the weight of his parabatai off the top of him, legs kicking him away and twisting though Jace still has his hands. 

“I’m not,” Alec barks back, his hazel eyes ablaze and his voice for once as harsh as Jonathan’s demanding tone, a match to it. “I might be your parabatai and your bloody keeper when we’re out in a fight, but that’s all there is, you hear me? That’s all that’s ever gonna be.” 

          He’s angry, more than he had ever been before. The adrenaline and shock of being found out by Jace, of all people, mixed with the resentment Alec had always felt and the voicing of Jonathan’s sense of property over him are a heady combination, dangerous. Out of everything about their parabatai bond Alec hates feeling like he belongs to Jace the most, hates it even more to hear him saying it. 

          Because Jonathan might be powerful and beautiful and destructive - all things Alec had been half in love with ever since he was thirteen and realized he likes boys more than he would ever like girls - but he would never be Alec’s equal and simply couldn’t stand for that.

“Now get off me.” 

Underrated Voltron Dynamics: Pidge and Keith
  • The fite team, living proof that shorter people are closer to hell.
  • Team up to get things off of high shelves.
  • Would probably kill you for Takashi Shirogane. Would probably kill lots of people for Takashi Shirogane.
  • Keith is interested in tech, if not naturally talented with it. He sits next to Pidge and watches the work, and helps a little bit. Handing wrenches and that sort of thing.
  • Twin obsessive personalities. Keith finds a wall and makes a big galactic map that they put sticky notes on. Pins tied together with string. Military strategy interpreted old school cop style.
  • Helps Pidge with the search for the Holt family in the same way. There are file folders. Allura despairs of why Keith is constantly printing things out to stick them to walls. Pidge has no idea why he insists on doing things this way, but appreciates the help.
  • They judge Lance together.
  • Keith teaches Pidge more about really close quarters combat.
  • Pidge is a a bit of a picky eater and Keith is too by nature, even if he’s learned to be flexible. They trade foods at the dinner table if one person likes something and the other person doesn’t.

Soviet soldiers battle through the ruins of a house in a village near Kiev during the Battle of the Dnieper. The battle was one of the largest operations in the war, involving almost 4,000,000 troops on both sides and stretching on a 1,400 kilometres (870 mi) long front. During its four-month duration, the eastern bank of the river Dnieper was recovered from German forces by five of the Soviet Army’s’ fronts, which conducted several assault river crossings to establish several lodgements on the river’s western bank. Subsequently, Kiev was liberated in the Battle of Kiev in December 1943. The Battle of the Dnieper was one of the costliest operations of the war, with casualties estimated at being from 1,700,000 to 2,700,000 on both sides. Near Kiev (Kyiv), Ukraine, Soviet Union. September 1943. Image taken by Simon Friedland.