had to do one of those gifs


I looked over at the empty bed, rubbing my hands together as I contemplated her last words. 

Dean, you don’t love me. You love the idea of me, and that’s why I have to go.”

Those words cut me like a knife, mostly because she couldn’t have been more wrong. Y/N always had a way of thinking she knew what was best. For everyone. 

She’d make an executive decision when she thought she needed to. She always thought she was doing the right thing. Nine times out of ten, she was right. This time, she was wrong. 

I guess we have that in common. Sam has told me on more than one occasion the same damn things I’m thinking about Y/N. 

We are so much alike it scares me. 

Maybe that’s why she thought I didn’t love her. Maybe she saw all of her flaws in me and that scared her. Maybe she didn’t love me, but the idea of me. 

That idea scared the hell out of me because I needed her. Especially after everything we had been through together. 

I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Straight to voicemail. 

“Listen, Y/N. I know you think you’re right. You usually are,” I sighed, running my hand over my face before continuing. “But this time, you’re wrong. I love you. I need you. Now more than ever. I’m going to find you. I’m not letting you run away this time.” 

I hung up the phone, grabbed my bag and headed for the Impala. I wasn’t letting her get away this time. 


You looked at the phone as it mocked you. One voicemail. You knew exactly whose voice would sound through the phone the minute you listened to the voicemail, but it didn’t stop you for hitting play. 

“Listen, Y/N. I know you think you’re right. You usually are,” he sighed, and paused before continuing. “But this time, you’re wrong. I love you. I need you. Now more than ever. I’m going to find you. I’m not letting you run away this time.” 

You threw the phone across the car. 

“Dammit!” you screamed, gripping the wheel tight, tears streaming down your face. Dean couldn’t really love you. You weren’t someone who deserved anyone’s love. Especially Dean’s. 

He’d left that message two days ago. 

You sat in the empty parking lot of a disgusting motel, your eyes squeezed shut as you thought. 

A knock on your window made you nearly jump out of the seat. 

You turned and there were the green eyes you were running from. The green eyes you were trying desperately to save. After the two of you had come back from Purgatory, you’d felt so lost. 

Running had seemed like the right choice. You needed Dean too much after everything in Purgatory. You couldn’t depend on any one person as much as you did Dean. That usually only ended one way, and that was losing that person.

But you stared into Dean’s eyes, and for a brief second forgot why you had run in the first place. 

“Son of a bitch,” you mumbled, running your fingers through your short Y/H/C hair as Dean opened your door. You weren’t sure what was going to come of this confrontation, but you couldn’t keep running. 

Dean would always find you. Especially if he loved you like he said. 

“What the hell, Y/N?” Dean growled.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly against him, his lips crashing to yours, and you let him. You couldn’t promise you wouldn’t run again when you came to your senses, but for now, you let Dean’s arms comfort you. 

For now, you let yourself stupidly believe that maybe, just maybe, you were safe. 

Message submitted from @chaos-and-the-calm67 when she sent the gif: I saw this and I’d thought I’d send it in *hides face*


molliarty au:❝It was very hard to find a pressure point on you, James Moriarty.❞

Everyone has pressure points, and not even James Moriarty can hide his. It was his game, the one he made up years ago and forced countless people to play along. The rules were set: two pills, one gun; and of course, none of those who played, made it out alive. But the last thing even he had ever expected, was for the tides to be turned against him and be forced into the game. Even worse, to find his pathologist and pressure point — Dr Molly Hooper — pulled into the mess as well.

Now I listened to the original song of Warmth by Bastille, but I felt that the live acoustic version of the song worked much better. Here’s the link. Thanks to @branchescuttheskyopen for the request! I don’t know if the story is too repetitive of a theme but it’s all I could think to do. You’ll let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!


Prompt[s]: Could you do a pre-Thor!LokixAsgardian!Reader based on the song Warmth by Bastille? Please?

Sometimes there was no talking to Loki. The rising sun flickers with light like a tossed coin. Heads, he is sociable and good-humoured. Tails, he’s cold. Unresponsive.

Today was a tails day.

You stood outside Loki’s door and knocked gently. There came no response despite you knowing that he was in there.
“Just another one of those days,” you sighed to yourself, readying to admit defeat.
“One of what days?” came a muffled response. Either Loki had shrunk by 5 feet or he was on his knees, whispering through the bottom of the door. Knowing neither was especially likely, you moved on.
“Are you going to open the door?”

“No. One of what days?” He asked again. You sighed and lowered yourself to the floor, realising shortly afterwards that he must be doing the same.
“You’re a cannon, Loki. Some days you’re all firing, all blazing, and there’s no stopping you. Other days you’re…”
“Empty,” he mumbles. “No fire.”

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PROFESSOR REN IV // masterlist

A/N: First things first, as much as many of you wanted Hux to die, I thought that was a little too much for the story (although, if this was in the sw universe I would’ve). Second of all, karmas a bitch so no worries! This is the final chapter for the mini series (?) of professor ren; thank you all for read/enjoying it, I very much appreciated your support! If you haven’t read them, here’s part one, two, and three! Enjoy and thanks for reading, feedback is welcomed!

Warning: Some smut, nothing out of this world but it’s a fair warning.

Word Count: 5.8K+

Never had you imagined things would turn out this way. For you to absolutely hate Hux’s guts and for making Ren feel such way even if those weren’t your intentions. You never meant the man any harm, all you wanted to do was be with him and cherish his presence–but what do you get? Blackmail because a man couldn’t stand the fact that you were with someone else, happy, and not with them.

Because someone couldn’t stand being friend-zoned.

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my first attempt at animating!!!! ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧

ofc i didnt draw this all on my own i just thought it would b fun to do one of those traceovers w anime charas!!! keep in mind that i am not at all good at anatomy so i just had to kinda guess where and how some things looked hahaha ;;;

but i drew haruka and michiru kissin it up ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

u can find the original gif here 

i used paint tool sai and photoshop cs6!!


yes, yes, i know, but i really could only watch this episode now because wifi sucks and i just had a lot to do!!! anyway!! 




anyway, simply put, i absolutely adore this episode and even tho my friend @canthandlefandomfeels and i already predicted Yuuri most likely wouldnt get gold, it was shocking to watch how Yuri took Yuuri’s place with like 0,12 points difference!!

other than that, im glad Chris didnt came like we also predicted he propably would XD and im still sad JJ didnt get his act straight which is completely understandable since this anime is fairly realistcci in some ways.



      This year is nearing its end, but just remember, as one (crappy) door shuts, another one (hopefully better) opens, paving the way to new opportunities whilst saying goodbye to the old. Take the time to reflect on yourself and how far you have progressed this year, know that you will go even further in those upcoming. Spend time with family, and friends, be thankful for those who are still around. Spread joy, and cheer. Forgive (do not forget.), forward yourself. As cliche as it sounds, it’s going to be your year. 

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You still had cuffs on your wrists and a paramedic was using a dremel tool to saw them off, shaking his head the whole time and sighing when they were finally off, observing the black bruises left on your skin. “I’m going to get the bus ready and we’ll head to the hospital, alright?” he was talking more to Spencer but both of you nodded.

“Y/N,” Spencer Reid spoke to you softly. “Y/N, I need to ask you a couple questions.” he told you but they were in the process of rolling Logan out of the ground on a gernie and you couldn’t focus. Spencer’s hand fell on top of yours as he looked at you . 

“Is he dead?” you asked. Spencer’s head fell and he licked his lips before he looked back up at you with honey colored eyes that reminded you of Logan’s in a way. 

“Y/N, he lost a lot of blood…” he knew what you were thinking but Spencer’s rescue had given you hope. Logan was in a different ambulance than you and he was being raced away, leaving, disappearing into the evergreens. The paramedics were taking their time closing Spencer and you up in the back of your ambulance. Spencer sat beside you and you hadn’t realized until half way to the hospital how hard you were squeezing his hand. 

“I’m sorry…” you pulled your hand away. “I-I…” the situation was beginning to become too surreal. Your vision started to blur as your skin felt like it was burning off your bones but you were shivering, freezing. 

“Y/N?” Spencer grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up, keeping you from falling into the floor. 

“I think she’s going into shock.” the paramedic reported and told the driver to step on it. You hyper-focused on Spencer’s eyes and realized that they weren’t like Logan’s at all. Logan’s eyes were dark and mischievous, full of lust and unpredictability. Spencer’s eyes… Spencer’s eyes were safe and warm, they were inviting you into him, you could teach yourself to trust those eyes, those honey brown eyes. 

“Y/N, you need to breathe.” 

“Lay down.” the paramedic ordered and Spencer lowered you back on the gernie you’d been sitting on. The medic slipped a mask over your face and Spencer started to step back but you reached out for him again and he didn’t hesitate to take your hand. He knew what was happening. You hadn’t let go of him since the medic had sawed the cuffs off your wrists. Transference was occurring and the only reason you wanted him holding your hand was because he was the one to free you. You couldn’t actually like him… Or… could you? Even in your current state, he though you were beautiful. He admired how much you care about your best friend, not even worrying about yourself. And he knew you were smart, he’d done his homework on you. You were abnormally intelligent. You were a good person and Spencer’s heart broke to think that you’d live with what had happened over the past few nights for the rest of your life. 

Spencer was pulled out of his daze when your body started shaking violently on the gernie and your eyes rolled back. Without having to be told, Spencer held your arms down while the medic gave you a shot to calm your muscles and your rapid movements slowed until you were still. 

Spencer tucked some hair behind his ear that had fallen when he jerked himself up to help you but he sat back down. He looked at your hand for a moment before he made a dome over it with his own. 

When you got to the hospital, you were wheeled to a room of your own where you could stay. A nurse stitched a gash on your head while you lay unconscious in your bed and Spencer sat beside you. There was a doctor in after the nurse, who looked like he was too tired to care about what happened to you. 

Hotch arrived at the hospital shortly after you and Spencer. You’d been hooked into an IV and given something to help you sleep so Spencer slipped into the hall to walk with his boss. 

“The man that was with her didn’t make it..” Hotch told Spencer, guiding him down the hall. 

“Did you get him?” he asked, his heart dropping when Hotch didn’t answer for a minute. 

“He got away in the river.” the raven haired man answered. “How is Y/N?” 

“Really tired.” Spencer said. “I don’t think Charles fed Y/N  or Logan the whole time he was keeping them there, he drugged and beat both of them but Y/N doen’t seem to realize how long he really held them there.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“In the ambulance, Y/N was exhibiting signs of severe shock and amnesia and asked me if Logan was okay even though he’d been dead for days.” 

“You need to stay with in the room with Y/N. Morgan is going to be there too in case Charles comes-” a quiet alarm sounded from your room that sounded like flat line and Hotch and Spencer were the first to get to you. 

When they opened your door, they saw you trying to stand and Spencer and Hotch rushed to you, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stand on all the medication you’d been given. Both thought they were too late but to their surprise,you stood, holding onto your IV stand. 

“Lo-Lo…” you nearly vomited before you regain a whisper of composure. “I need to see him, Spencer…” you breathed. “I have to find him. 

“Y/N…” he shook his head, his eyes becoming so sad and you knew. 

“No…” you stumbled backwards. “No…” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

You moaned loudly, a deep, mournful howl in the back of your throat and you didn’t care about standing up anymore. Both men grabbed one of your arms to prevent you from falling onto the tile floor. Nurses were gathering at the door, watching the scene unfold like they had nothing better to do.  

“Give her something for the pain, please.” Hotch said, annoyed with the crowd. 

One small woman slipped inside and got into the small cabinet with her key to find something to hook into you to make you fall asleep. Hotch left the room when the nurse did but Spencer stayed. 

“He can’t be gone…” you whined hoarsely, the medication instantly making you sleepy. “He was all I had.” 

“That can’t be true.” 

“It is… I work at a cafe, Spencer. I have a Master’s degree in Psychology and I work at a cafe… I live in a tiny apartment and the only reason I had to live is gone. He’s gone.” 

“What about your family?” Spencer was beginning to become hoarse himself, holding back tears. 

“He was my family.” you coughed. “I wish he’d killed me…” you whispered before you fell into a deep sleep. 


Lucifer: Brother, don’t make me do this.
Gabriel: No one makes us do anything.

Just had a thought.

Lucifer is clearly distraught here; there are tears in his eyes, his expression is full of loss, and his voice thick and small and wavering. He doesn’t want to kill Gabriel. But he’s indicating that Gabriel is giving him no choice, that Gabriel is making Lucifer kill him because Gabriel is trying to stop him. 

Don’t make me do this.

And then Gabriel responds:

No one makes us do anything.

Let’s talk about the word placement here. No one makes us do anything. It always struck me as odd that Gabriel chose those words to say back to Lucifer. Kind of like… he was reminding him of something?

What if Gabriel was reminding Lucifer of something he told Gabriel pre-Fall? Lucifer was the first angel to openly display his free will in Heaven prior to getting expelled. Gabriel was a brother he was extremely close with, as evidenced by what Lucifer says to Gabriel:

“Don’t forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother.”

Maybe this was after Lucifer discovered that he would have to fight Michael the first time, when he discovered he was leaving his home for good. Maybe he turned to Gabriel right before Michael expelled him, as heartbroken and devastated as he appears in the GIF above, and told him:

“Just remember, Gabriel… No one makes us do anything. No one can make you do anything. You are your own mind.”

And Gabriel was just reminding him of that, trying to tap into the Lucifer that he remembered from Heaven, before he was sent to Hell, before the rest of it happened?

Before Lucifer was in the position where he had to kill his own brother, twice?


#7. Little Black Dress (Kevin x Reader)

It didn’t happen as often as you liked, but tonight was one of those nights — the kind where the outfit was perfect, your hair was behaving, and by the goodwill of the universe, you had even managed to draw on perfect winged eyeliner. Not to mention, the right little black dress could transform any lady into a goddess.

“Kevin’s not gonna know what to do with you,” Dean called into your room at the Bunker. He and Sam were poised in the doorway, wearing matching grins.

“You think?” Your confidence was taking twists and turns as fast as any rollercoaster. First-date jitters.

“If he doesn’t like what he sees, I’ll be happy to take you out,” Sam said. Even the younger Winchester, ever the gentleman, couldn’t resist giving you an open once over. You caught his eyes roaming and grinned.

“All right! I’m ready. He’s here, right? Let me get out there before I lose my nerve.”

Dean and Sam followed you to the main hall. For all appearances, they were protective big brothers, but you were pretty sure they just wanted to see Kevin’s reaction to your date-night transformation. After all, for you, “dressing up” typically meant cherry chapstick and a clean flannel shirt. 

“Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting!” you called. Kevin turned from where he had been sitting at the table, idly eyeing some of Sam’s research, and…


He just kinda froze.

“…Kevin?” You fingers played nervously with the clutch purse you had in hand. Suddenly, this entire date seemed like a terrible idea.

From behind, Sam snorted. A second later, and you felt Dean’s coat falling on your shoulders.

You looked to him questioningly and he grinned.

“Can’t just shock a guy like that, sweetheart. See? He’s already coming to.”

Looking back, you saw that Kevin had risen from his chair to join you. He still had that bewildered haze to his face, but a smile had him practically glowing.

“You look… I mean…” Kevin blushed, tongue-tied.

Dean clapped you both on the shoulders and started leading you to the door.

“You kids have fun. Kevin, be good to her. You know Sammy and I’ve got a dungeon waiting if you’re not a gentleman.”

Kevin, who couldn’t take his eyes off of you, nodded mutely, his smile still in place. He had hardly heard a word Dean said.

Imagine: newt and you have been secretly hooking up for months and things are started to get really serious between the two of you.

You can’t let the other gladers find out about your relationship because you’d be going against the rules.

One day Thomas mentioned how cute you were.

“Hey man I know it’s like against the rules or whatever but [y/n] is so hot” Thomas said as he stared at you across the way.

Newt was visibly upset and shit back at Thomas immediately.

“Well Thomas those are the rules so stay away from her” newt voice was raised.

“Damn newt do you want her or something? Shit!” Thomas was annoyed and you could hear it in his voice.

Newt had to do everything in his power to call himself and pretend like everything was fine.

“No, I just don’t need you banished” newt acted.

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“Hey, Y/n, have you seen my-?” Dean stopped talking when he saw you and it was a sight to see. There you stood, wearing one of Dean’s old shirts of Guns ‘N Roses, with no pants on and a bright and colourful pair of fluffy socks. You were blasting one of your favourite jams: Can’t stop the feeling from Justin Timberlake. Ever since that song had come out, you blared it every chance you got. And since you thought Dean would be in the library doing some research with Sam for the next hunt, you didn’t care how you looked while dancing and singing your heart out.
“What?” you lowered the volume of the stereo and looked at Dean with those big round eyes. You tried desperately to hide the blush forming on your cheeks, but you still felt them burning.
Dean’s face lit up with a smile, the crinkles around his eyes appearing again. He shook his head and walked over to you.
“You were looking for this?” you pointed at your shirt and smiled back at him when he nodded. Dean circled his arms around your waist and you wound yours around his neck. Softly, he placed his lips over yours.
When he pulled back, his hands trailed from your waist to your bare lags, 
“Keep it. Suits you better than it ever did me.”

#5. Card Collusion (or, The One Where Dean Cheats at Strip Poker)

You had been down to your bra and panties when it came time to fold your cards. The idea of removing either garment was not appealing, especially when half the table – namely, Dean and Cas – still had several layers of clothes to spare.

Sam, however, was doing even worse than you. He was a pair of boxes and one sock away from wearing his birthday suit.

“Here,” said Dean.

You glanced over at the older Winchester, who was all smiles as he passed you his coat.

“You can’t do that!” protested Sam. “That’s cheating!”

Castiel raised a brow. “I was not aware there was a rulebook in place for Strip Poker.”

“Oh, come on! You three have been ganging up on me all night!” Sam complained.

“I haven’t,” you said, pulling Dean’s coat over your shoulders. “But those two might be up to something.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” replied Dean. He idly played with one of the two wristwatches he had been wearing under a sleeve.

“Unfounded accusation,” concurred Cas.

He had on three ties.

We made the album really close to Juarez and I was just always aware of its presence and its energy right next to us while we were doing the album, and I felt like having a song called that. I thought - you know, when I thought about the lyrics to the song I had written I had felt that it was about somebody that wants to escape through music, and I thought about young people living in a place that they maybe wanted to escape and then, one of those ways to escape is to pick up an instrument and make some music, make some sounds with it if either just for yourself or for other people.

Resquest by anonymous

You woke up on the couch of the Salvatore mansion, your vision was blurry and you looked around a bit confusing, you did not remember how he had gotten there. You suddenly stopped when you saw Kai sitting on a chair in front of you. It had been two months that you met Kai, you got stuck with him Damon and Bonnie for a while and in the meantime you had learned to identify when Kai was angry and this was certainly one of those times. You had it all figured out when Bonnie asked for help not to leave Kai go along and you helped but eventually falling prey back together with him.
“ What happened? ” You asked sitting on the couch, your head ached like hell.
“ Do not you remember? ” He said, getting up from his chair quietly making you shrink the couch. He looked so peaceful. But it was always like that, you know that any false move would make him explode. “ Great, you don’t remember you deceived me and would leave me here. Ironic that you just stuck here with me and now we’ll never get out. ” He said pulling you by the wrist off the couch. “ Kai, please don’t … ” you asked trying to loosen your wrist grip. “ Please what? Not hurt you? Not kill you? ” He pulled you making you fall hard on his chest. “ You know I can’t die because I’m on my personal hell, but you .. ” he whispered in your ear. “ Kai please let me go, you’re hurting me. ” You said trying to push him away from you but he was twice as strong as you. “ You know that now you have no utility for me ” he said taking his chin in his hand and making you look at it. “ In fact you only have one thing I want. ” He said smiling at you slyly. You know what he was talking,your magic. You felt the pain radiating from you, it was as if they were tearing her skin piece by piece. The sensation was very familiar, he had done it before but never for so long. “K-Kai stop. ” You stammered. The pain was too much to bear, it was as if his life was being sucked. Everything began to spin and suddenly everything turned black.
You woke up in your room, looked like day and you did not remember how you had gotten there. The only explanation was that Kai had put you in your room. You would never understand why he would do these things, it was a game of bites and blows all the time. You move in bed and felt your whole body hurt, your mouth was dry and your head ached.
“Will you stay in bed all day princess? ” You turned to find Kai stopped and leaned against the door of his room.
“ Go away, I don’t want to talk to you. ” You tried to look threatening but your voice was hoarse and failing somewhat.
“ Wow, you look horrible! Looks like you got hit by a truck. ” He said walking to his bed’’ Thank you, that’s how I feel. “ You said trying to get up but your body was too heavy and making you fall back to the mattress.
” What’s wrong with you? “ He asked looking at you. ” You can’t sick, no one gets sick here. “ He whispered to himself trying to understand what was happening to you.
” I do not know Ka-“ you tried to speak but your voice cracked, you felt your throat burn. You began to feel sick, you were trying to get up but could not.
” What’s going on? “ Kai looked desperate with their situation, but you ignored him and crawled to the edge of the bed. Your sickness only increased when you leaned on the edge of the bed and you vomiting up over and over, you felt like you were spewing for years until you felt someone holding you hair behind. You tried to get up and clean up some mouth you could see that Kai was looking at you he looked a little worried. ” Are you okay? “ He asked helping you to sit leaning against the bed. ” I just vomit blood Kai. Of course I’m not okay! “ That would have sounded like a scream your throat was not hurting so much. ” Hey need not be rude I’m just trying to help. “ He said getting up from bed and left the room. You almost asked him to stay, you were feeling so miserable and being alone would not help at all. After what seemed like hours he came back with a glass of water in one hand and a rag in the other. ” Drink, you’ll feel better “ he told you delivered water. You wanted to say something like ” what this water has that will make me feel better? “ but then you gave up, you were too tired to start a fight. After you have finished he took the glass and put on the floor on the side of bed. He delivered up the cloth so you could clean the mouth that was still a little dirty of blood. He came up to you and put his hand on his forehead. ” You’re cold.“ He said, turning your face and making you look at it but your eyes felt heavy it was like you were falling asleep at any time. ” Hey y / n, open your eyes! Look at me “ you could hear him say away but your vision went black. ” Damn, damn. “
Kai sat on the bed and pulled you to his lap. He knew what was happening, you were dying and was his fault. ” Come on’’ he said twining your hands in his, he closed his eyes to concentrate. All he had to do was return your magic. He finished but you didn’t woke up. “ Come y / n wake up. ” He rocked you desperately. “ Please don’t leave me alone, I don’t want to be alone again. ” You slowly opened your eyes and saw Kai embraced you he was with eyes closed and had tears all over his face. You had never seen Kai crying before, he looked like a child who had just lost his sweet. “ Kai? ” You asked softly and he opened his eyes and smiled. “ Thank God you’re alive ” he said pulling you into a hug. You were so surprised it took a few seconds to hug back. He was holding you as it was almost hard to breathe, but it was so good. Then after a while you are away and he said seriously “ Do not ever do this to me. ” Apparently he cares.

My favorite Michonne moment. Fighting off walkers to keep her, Carl, Judith (and Father Gabriel ) safe–all with the baby strapped to her back. The definition of a badass moment, all with a maternal, feminine twist.

There’s nothing like mothers going into Mama Bear mode. (Though, let’s be honest, that baby would definitely have had a serious case of whiplash after that swinging around she was doing in that carrier on Michonne’s back. Lol. But I’ll gladly suspend disbelief simply for the image of Michonne protecting those she’d grown to love.)

I always imagine this was what she meant when she was “talking” to her boyfriend Mike in her head—that she could have kept their son safe. And she, ironically, is the one who lasted all of this time and is still around, surviving.

So, keeping Judith and Carl safe is kind of her way to do what she couldn’t for her own son.

That one was hard to do; I’m still not convinced that I did that gif as well as my previous ones. Yet, I think that even a genderbent Megara counterpart had to retain some of  her frailty (that teeny tiny waist? Those spider hands? Oh, don’t get me started on what it was like to make these proportions more… humanlike?). 

Previously: Maleficent, Cinderella and Belle meet their genderbend fate.

Ornstein and Smough tag team the competition!

New year, new characters! Rev those engines because not one but two new challengers have appeared!

I spent quite a bit more time on making this than I had originally intended but I’m really pleased with the finished result and I’m happy to finally have it complete!

The list for characters still to be made can be found here:

Who do you want to see next?