#mood bort

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Guess what I bought!!

Dags för lite liveblogging av boken 👏🏼

Let’s begin!

DET STÅR I ETT GAMMALT AVTAL ATT TIDNINGEN SOM MÅNS DELAR UT SKA PUNKTLIGT VARA PÅ GREVEHOLM VARJE MORGON OCH ”ALLT VAR BETALT I FÖRSKOTT”… Staffan och Jean ba betalade allt med magiska spökkrafter

HAHAHHA NÄÄÄ

Herregud

”Så nu kan ingen i hela Sverige se på tv för att du går runt och tänker på romarriket? Bra jobbat pappa!” Killed me

Ok jag visste inte att tjuvarna kallades ”Ful-Birger” och ”Skit i förgasarn” men det gör det underhållande

Omg prinsessan Dioda har ett eget kapitel bara kallat ”D.” och man får höra hennes inre monolog…

HON ANVÄNDER SINA MAGISKA KRAFTER FÖR ATT LOCKA TILL SIG IVAR OCH ASTRID OCH FÅ DEM HYRA SLOTTET

Mmm middag i mikrovågsugn <3

”Jag har bra mörkerseende. Man får det om man äter mycket blåbär”

Ivar är mycket mer rädd än vad julkalendern får honom att verka. Han behåller masken bra.

Jag börjar mer och mer ha en headcanon att Lillan har autism

”Spöken är bara vanliga människor. Fast döda.”

Lillan är så kaotisk älskar henne

Måns tilltalas som ”tönten” när Melitta pratar med honom lmao

Älskar sättet de försvenskar engelska ord

HAHAHA JAG GLÖMDE ATT LILLAN SNOTT VOLTMETER FRÅN KEMISALEN (i julkalendern hade hennes kompis bara randomly det så jag glömde att de ändrade detta här)

Mood

”Om hon (Lillan) upptäckte något som hon blev riktigt intresserad av så glömde hon bort allt annat” 💜

Yeah! Det var nog allt för idag! Läser vidare sen!

[haroun31]

Ahhhh, it's been a long time since I read anything from Houseki no Kuni, I was really missing it!!!

Is it okay if I ask for some headcanons of Dia x Human Reader who has a lot of energy?

Of course!

●|Diamond x Human!Reader with a lot of energy!|●

● Dia did not expect humans to be so. . .energetic, or at least from his experience with humans! (which was only you) but either way he welcomed the energy with open arms.

● It was just too cute watching how you sprinted from the corner of a room to the other side either asking him questions about the school or helping him around tasks that didn't involve patrolling out in the fields.

● You were. . .just. . .too CUTE!

● He loved the energy you would bring into the room with your mere presence and it secretly amused him watching his little brother Bort going absolutely bashit insane with your over the top personality to the point you would just straight up run away from the black diamond while carrying Dia in your arms just for funsie.

● Your mood never failed to lift his more gloomy days, nor they were ever close to be boring and stagnant. Somehow you had to burn up all that energy and if fighting won't be an option you can be more than sure that your sorry ass will find other way to keep yourself entertained.

● More often than not you would make crown flowers for Dia, running around the whole island in search of the diamond's patrol spot to just placed it over his hair yourself. . .then you will have to make your escape quickly before Bort kicks your ass for distracting them while Dia is in the background either trying to keep in his laughs or blushing madly at the gesture.

● God, he loved your quirky personality so much. He loved how you would sneak in his room because you couldn't fall asleep and needing to burn up more energy. In these cases Dia would happily help you, usually playing cards or sometimes even dancing around his room to quiet tunes he hummed as you guys spinned around, mindful of not making too much noise.

● However most of the times he would be too tired to even keep his eyes open, so you would slip in his bed, by his side and let him snuggle up in your chest while you quietly talked his ear off about random stuffs. Your murmurs were like a blank noise and your soft flesh provided the perfect plushie so most of the time the diamond would fall asleep without problems.

● The next day he would repetitively apologize for leaving you and like always you would wave him off, telling him that it was no issue. You are well aware of your infinite pool of energy and sometimes you felt bad annoying the pretty gem. However Dia would cup your face and look at you with a determined look "Don't say that! You are so cute when you are excited and full of energy so don’t ever stop!"

● You would definitely be his background dancer during his concerts. No further questions added.

● And even if sometimes your energy DO tire him up, he would never trade you for anyone else in the world. You are his little gem.

[tomtenadia]

Detours to You - 18

Hello all,

I have a surprise for you with chapter 18. It has some fluff and Maya has a really great day.

MASTERLIST

The following morning Aelin went to work with the biggest smile on her face. The previous night with Rowan had felt like a massive milestone in their evolving relationship. Nothing had happened yet, although her body screamed for him. The constant ache for him was driving her insane but she knew Rowan was not fully ready yet and even if their kisses had definitely passed the PG stage, Aelin was going to wait for him. They had been apart five years, surely she could tell her hormones to wait a bit longer.

When she walked into the shop Aelin found a cheery Lysandra preparing the bookstore for opening. 

“Look at you all happy, miss engaged woman.”

Lysandra walked towards her waving a book “and look at your big smile, were you naughty with Rowan last night? Did you have hot steamy sex with him?”

Aelin paused “No, we had our date in his office. He had to stay behind to deal with the aftermath of the fire at the waterfront.”

Silence. 

“I read the news.”

“Yeah, he lost three firefighters and there is a whole massive investigation because the captain messed up.”

Lysandra gave her a hug “How is he?”

“He has Maya for the day and he is taking her to his old firehouse. I think he needs it.”

“Elide said that Lorcan was in a bad mood too.”

As if summoned, Elide arrived a few minutes later and she had the same strained expression that Aelin had. 

“Good morning to you too, El.”

The woman dumped the bag on the floor “Good shitty morning to all of you.”

“I know the feeling.”

“Can we have a nice day in the shop and have fun?”

Lysandra hugged them both “we need an event.”

Aelin nodded “I agree, it’s after the holidays and we all need cheering up.”

“Good then, let’s open up and start planning.”

*

Rowan was in his pickup truck with Maya happily chatting at the back.

She had asked him to see a firehouse and on her last day of winter school holidays he had promised to take her with him. He had to visit station 15 anyway for reports from the day before and it was also a good excuse to have Maya with him for the morning.

“Dad can I sit on the truck?”

Rowan chuckled “we can ask the guys at the station to let you climb on.”

“Yes!”

They arrived ten minutes later and Rowan parked against the wall just outside the apron in a place not in the way of the vehicles. He freed Maya and hand in hand they walked in.

As they walked in the apparatus floor he watched her expression morph in amazement when she noticed engine and truck parked up.

“Dada they are big.” Her voice dreamy.

“Morning chief.” Asterin’s voice, the resident paramedic, reached them “Hi Maya, remember me?” asked the woman as she kneeled.

“Yes you helped me and mama after the fire.”

Rowan chuckled. Ach well, at least it wasn’t a total negative memory.

As if alerted by the voices, the rest of the firehouse filed in and Rowan turned towards the group of people and lifted Maya in his arms while the girl waved happily. 

“Station 15, this morning we will have a guest of honour. My daughter Maya goes back to school tomorrow but she asked to visit a real firehouse so she is tagging along.”

Brullo stepped up and went to him “Good morning muffin, do you remember me?”

“Yes.” Rowan happily passed his daughter to the man while he took it as an opportunity to talk to Lorcan“How are you holding up?”

“Besides the fact that I am pissed? That Perrington’s irresponsibility lead to three of us dying? And the man still thinks he was right.” The dark-haired man growled “He punched me when I told him he had fucked up. He benched Borte when she challenged him. I tried to take over before you arrived on the scene but he claimed that his unit had arrived before us so it was his scene.” His hand carded in his long hair “he sent people in without a plan, without knowing where the active fire was, how many people. He just sent them in randomly.”

“I know, Lorcan. I have a pile of reports on my desk and I will have the investigation launched as soon as I can. He will likely be fired from the TFD.”

Lorcan exhaled “The bastard should not have been a firefighter in the first place, you remember him at the academy, right?”

Rowan growled “He was a joke. And the old chief promoting him to captain was a bigger joke.”

The two men remained in silence and Rowan took the opportunity to watch his daughter being passed on from firefighter to the other and having the time of her life.

He looked at his daughter having fun with Fenrys “She is having fun.”

“Elide and I are trying.” Confessed Lorcan almost embarrassed. 

Rowan turned at his friend “look at you. Elide really did a job on you.”

Fenrys had taken Maya for her official tour with Brullo and Ansel and Maya had been fascinated at seeing a woman firefighter. 

“Do you want to see the truck?”

“Yes!”

Fenrys placed her on his shoulder and they walked around the vehicle, opened all the compartment and showed her all the tools. Brullo then opened the driver’s doors “wanna sit on it?”

The girl smiled and he climbed on the vehicle while Fenrys passed her to him.

She sat happily behind the wheel and pretended to drive “Dada look, I am driving.”

Rowan joined them and took a picture of his daughter, then grabbed a bunker jacket that was hanging on the door and placed on her shoulders, looking gigantic on her.

Soon after Ansel stole the little girl and carried her to the engine “Engine is more fun.” Added the woman while climbing with the little girl on top of the vehicle and sitting on all the hoses. 

Ansel placed a plastic helmet on the girl’s head and then passed her the nozzle of a hose and together they pretended to fight a fire “Dad look, I am a firefighter!”

Rowan looked up and saw Maya on top of the engine laughing happily with Ansel. He had no doubts that the two would get along well.

Rowan filled his phone with his daughter’s pictures until Asterin came to claim the girl “My turn,” said Asterin, taking the girl’s hand “want to see the ambulance?”

“Yes!”

Asterin took Maya to her vehicle and opened the back “I am a paramedic, and in the ambulance we treat people.”

“Like you did with mama and me at the fire.”

“Yes, we look after people.”

“I want to be a pamamedic.”

Asterin laughed “I am sure your dad will be happy to hear it.”

However the morning fun got cut short when dispatch alarm went off and they all had to scramble.

Rowan quickly ran to Asterin and picked up Maya and as they stepped aside he explained her what was happening and Maya waved them goodbye.

“Dada that was so cool.”

“It was.”

“I want to be a pamamedic, dad.”

Rowan smiled “Do you?”

“Yes, I want to help people.”

He lifted Maya high up and then kissed her on her cheeks “That is a beautiful idea, my love.”

Rowan collected the reports from Lorcan’s office and then took Maya back to Aelin.

At the shop he found Aelin and the other two ladies busy with customers “Looks like mum is really busy today.”

Maya wiggled free from her dad and ran to the children’s section. Lysandra intercepted the girl and Elide walked to him.

“Having a busy day?”

“Yes, it’s good and we are planning an event too.”

“That is brilliant.”

Elide smiled “Did she have fun at the firehouse?”

“She had a blast and now she wants to be a paramedic.”

“That is great.”

He nodded “yes, I was terrified that she might want to be a firefighter,” he paused “not that I would stop her from doing something she loves but I am relieved. Being a paramedic is at least safer.”

Elide brushed her hand on his arm “I know. Lorcan’s job terrifies me. Yesterday I was watching the news and…” a ragged breath left her lungs “until he answered his phone I felt as if I was suffocating.”

Rowan pulled the woman to his side to offer comfort “Lorcan was amazing last night. He got punched to stop a man who almost risked his entire company.”

“I am proud of him.”

Aelin reached them a moment later “Morning,” Rowan stooped and gave her a gentle kiss “Maya had a great morning.”

“I heard, she was telling Lys that she wants to be a paramedic now.”

Rowan smiled “Yes, Asterin gave her a tour of the ambulance and she loved it.”

In that instant Rowan’s radio became alive “I need to go.”

Aelin kissed him “stay safe, please.”

He waved at Maya and Lysandra and rushed out of the shop.

“So nothing happened last night, eh?”

She smiled “I think we are getting there.”

“You might be the next couple who gets married.”

Aelin smiled “Not yet, El. For now I am taking him not being mad at me anymore. For now I am happy that he allows me in his life and lets me love him back.” A sigh “we are being given a second chance and I am not rushing him.”

“You seem so much happier, though. And Maya…” they both turned to the little girl “she is thriving.”

Aelin nodded. She had been right to fear how Maya would react at having a dad. It could have gone either way and apart from a moment during which she suffered because her and Rowan kept fighting, now she was happy again.

“So? How’s the baby making business going?” She changed the subject quickly.

Elide laughed “Oh it has its perks.”

“Oh I can totally imagine how cumbersome must be to have nightly sex with your hot husband.”

“I had no idea how hard it actually was to try and have a kid. The tracking and  planning and all.”

Aelin chuckled “Sometimes all you need to do is to forget the condom and just go for it.”

She remembered the night that lead to Maya’s conception. She and Rowan had gone out to dinner and then a classical concert. She had worn a dress that had been driving Rowan insane the whole night. They had barely kept their cool in the car, and as soon they had crossed the threshold of their flat it had been crazy passion. 

“Is that the Whitethorn-Galathynius way?”

“All I am saying, less planning and just have fun?”

Elide nodded “we can surely try.”

“Good.”

They joined Lysandra and Maya and Aelin and her daughter decided to revamp the fantasy section.

*

Rowan drove back to his work and prepared himself for another day of reports and to work on the investigation. On his floor he entered his office hall and saw Lyria sitting at her desk. 

“Morning, Chief.” Her tone cold. She passed him a few folders “you had a few phone calls, I noted down the names.”

“Thank you.”

“So, is the wife coming to disrupt your work today?”

Rowan’s head turned abruptly “excuse me?”

“Chief, she bursts in your office unannounced and never with an appointment. This is a workplace and she has no respect.”

“Aelin can come and visit whenever she wants unless I am in a meeting. She is…” he paused “She is allowed in and I do not want to hear any other complaints.”

“Fine, chief.” His secretary almost growled and slammed some documents on the desk “fine. Be happy with your perfect wife and perfect daughter.”

He stepped closer “Lyria, my personal life is none of your business. We are colleagues. If I ever gave you any indication of anything else, I am sorry, but I am in love with another woman.” He took another step closer “You are a great secretary and I am grateful for all your help, but colleagues is all we are.”

The woman nodded “It’s okay, chief,” a pause “I am sorry how I reacted, I had no place for being jealous.”

“It’s fine, as long as we are clear on this.”

“Copy that, chief.”

He nodded and disappeared in his office where a pile of reports was awaiting him. He dumped the other one he got from Lorcan and started to work on the fire of the previous day. He had also organise the funeral for the three firefighters. It was one of the worst aspects of his job. In his long career he had seen far too many firefighters die in the line of duty but nothing hurt as much as seeing three of them be killed because of incompetence. It was not fair. Any of them knew of the risks when signed up for the job. But not for this. Not that meaningless waste of life. He knew station three was a problem, he had been working on it since day two on the job. The previous chief had ignored all the complaints that had come from the lieutenant because she was a woman. One who had proved herself to be a fantastic firefighter. Perrington had so many complaints against him that he should have been dismissed a very long time ago and not put in a position of harming people. Appointing Borte as captain was one of the first things he was going to do as soon as he had filed all of his reports. Borte was a respected firefighter and had the support of the team.

The TFD needed change and it was his job to push for it.

To make sure that no one else would die because of negligence.

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[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

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[ultimate-character-design]

The Ultimate Character Design Tournament

Please remember to vote for characters solely based on design!

Tao Saotome | Gokurakugai

Bort | Land of the Lustrous

Bort's hair is peak character design. It makes fantastic use of the manga’s art style, all the black and white and negative space, and allows for a sweeping feeling of movement during fight scenes. And in the anime, it makes Bort’s motion feel different from every other character - grand and powerful and dangerous. The way it fans open in motion can be slow and graceful like a swimming octopus, or sharp and dangerous like a claw, depending on the mood of the scene. And when the character is standing still, the way it drapes creates a completely different silhouette, distinct from the character’s silhouette during battle.

*Spoilered propaganda below the cut*

Bort | Land of the Lustrous

When Bort loses their distinctive hair later in the story, the symbolism is great because it was so intrinsic to their character design that they really do feel like they're becoming a different person, and it emphasizes the change in their personality.

[whatsgoingonlove]

SD-kvinnornas märkliga reklamfilm

”SCEN: En budgetversion av Pripps Blå-reklamen aka rätt sunkiga klippor, men i stadsmiljö. SJÄLVMEDVETET "LAM" ROCKMUSIK SPELAR.

Kvinna #1 går upp ur vattnet. En man utan ansikte vandrar över klippan. Han har potentiellt SNYGGA axlar. En anka SPANAR IN honom (obs: komik). Det gör även Kvinna #2, som intresserat stryker håret ur ansiktet (obs: sexXigtt).

Mannen TAR AV SIG kläderna till kvinnornas förtjusning (obs: ankan ej längre med på bild). Mannen STRYKER sig över armarna (obs: komiskt seXxigg mood).

Mannen VECKLAR UT handduken. Kvinna #1 vänder sig om i AVSMAK. Så även ANKAN. Så även Kvinna #2.

På HANDDUKEN ser man EUs FLAGGA.

OENGAGERAD VOICE-OVER: Gör som andra starka kvinnor. Välj bort EU-federalism och extremfeminism. Väl din självständighet och välj Sverige.”

Citatet ovan kommer från Nöjesguiden och beskriver handlingen i en reklamfilm som SD-kvinnor släppte inför EU-valet 2014. En av kommentarerna inne hos Lady Dahmer löd: Känns som Baywatch möter Dum och dummare. Och ja, det är lätt att hålla med. Dessvärre är denna reklamfilm idag helt omöjlig att få tag på på nätet. Jag har då misslyckats med att hitta den. Den är dock en råkopia av en schweizisk reklamfilm.

Lady Dahmer, 21 maj -14: Jag är jätteförvirrad just nu.... - Lady Dahmer / Postpatriarkatet | Facebook

Youtube 1: Kinospot Reklamfilm för SVT Schweiz

Youtube 2: Kristina Winberg, SD's kandidat till EU-valet 2014 En av SD:s EU-kandidater gör bort sig i SVT. "Det är bara ett räkneexempel". Klassiker. Artiklar: Nöjesguiden, 21 maj -14. WTF, SD-kvinnor??? Okej, allihop. Gör er redo för lite prima what. the. fuck. WTF, SD-kvinnor??? | Nöjesguiden

[tellmesmthngidk]

Je ne sais pas par où commencer. Par la fin sans doute, car tout est fini. Tout vient de se finir. Le 17 juillet, à 00h ou le 16 juillet à minuit j'ai ouvert la porte pour que tout se finisse. Rien n'a de fin si tout continue dans les souvenirs. Sans doute. Mais le réel se fini, seul les souvenirs et les fantasmes survivent.

J'ai envie d'écrire tout ce dont je me souviens. Les courts métrages après l'orage, les rues vides à cause de la pluie, la nourriture laissé sur le bort d'une fenêtre pour courir. Courir en se donnant la main. Se donner la main, à Paris la nuit, sous la pluie, en sortant de boite pendant que le jour s'est levé. Les marches, les heures à marcher dans les rues à discuter, à se connaitre, à se découvrir mais pas trop, à se protéger mais continuer de ce voir. Le café, l'expresso dans le même café encore et encore, le café dans le bar à 23h parce qu'il ne boit pas, le café qui se renverse le matin sur la plaque de cuisson. Manger, indien ou des pâtes à la sauce tomate ou des ramens. Entendre sa voix, sans m'y attendre les murmures en espagnol ou en italien, les discussions en anglais. Parler, pendant des heures, ne pas vouloir partir pour continuer encore et toujours à parler, jusque 03H, jusque 02H. Jusqu'à ce que mes jambes me fassent mal. Visiter tous les quartiers de Paris en 1H de marche. Wong kar wai et les films que l'on a vu, qu'il a revu pour moi. Sa main sur mes cuisses, dans les miennes, ses mains sur moi, ses yeux sur moi. Nos âmes qui s'entremêlent quand on ne peut se quitter du regard, quand on ne pas s'arrêter de s'embrasser. Les regards qui suffisent pour dire j'ai envie de toi. Les gestes en suspend. Se retenir de dire qu'il est à moi, le fait qu'il murmure que je suis à lui. Le fait qu'il me trouve toujours belle. Désirable et désirée. Qu'il soit ce que je considère comme l'être désiré. Le je t'aime après in the mood for love. La musique, encore et toujours, qui jamais ne s'arrêtait comme une bande son original. Tyler, Kendrick, Sade. Sans doute d'autres mais j'y pense à chaque fois que l'un d'elleux se lancent. Le premier baiser, dans une voiture, tard le soir, la question fatidique "est ce que je peux t'embrasser". Le soulagement. Puis les fois où l'on ne s'embrasse pas. Le simple fait de le vouloir suffisait à combler. La "semaine" "chez lui". Le baiser sur la joue. Les lunettes pour lire les sous titres.

L'incapacité à être plan cul, l'incapacité à dire que l'on se manque. L'impossibilité de créer quelque chose. La peur de se perdre. Se dire aurevoir sans un mot et préférer dire merci. Parce que merci contient tellement plus de choses, il contient les baisers au coin de lèvres, les mains serrées plus fort, les comportements enfantins, les audios, les appels, les sourires, la lumière dorée sur les corps, le froid de l'hiver, la canicule de l'été. Le parc, le piquenique, les discussions dans la voiture, les messages d'anniversaire, les promesses non tenues.

Ne jamais voir la mer, ne jamais découvrir une autre ville, ne jamais faire un musée ensemble.

J'ai peur, j'ai peur d'oublier tellement de choses, j'ai envie de tout écrire en détail, de tout me rappeler. Je sais qu'il se rappelle de beaucoup. J'ai envie de tout écrire. Mais je sais que mon cerveau me fait déjà défaut. Je sais que j'ai oublié des choses, des mots qui m'ont porté. Je suis terrifiée de celle que j'aurais été si j'étais tombée amoureuse. SI je m'étais laissé allé plus encore que ce que j'ai donné. Je suis si heureuse de lui avoir donné autant. Je suis soulagée de ne pas être allée plus loin (même si cétait déjà trop pour lui je crois).

Je suis fière de ce que je suis encore capable de donner même après ma rupture.

Je suis soulagée que ce soit fini, malgré les regards brillants, les mots murmuraient lors des dernières caresses et baisers, l'incapacité de ce dire aurevoir. Faire l'amour pour se dire adieu, quelle idée. Dire merci pour dire aurevoir, quelle idée.

J'écrirais encore beaucoup dessus, je le sais. Maintenant, il faut laisser les gens et les sentiments partir.

Marée basse, je me retire et je pense à moi. J'ai des choses à soigner je crois.

Merci à lui.

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾📿📿📿🧿🧿🧿

[heavensickness]

[imma-miu]

Let's make a cosplay group of Houseki no Kuni, except it doesn’t have to be a group and I'm going alone because I'm Cinnabar.

[secrettyrant]

Thorin immediately hops down from the fences and a loud laugh is punched from his lungs. "Noen ganger svirrer de mindre enn kvinner, hva kan jeg si?" his laughter is dirty and sharp, but for all intents and purposes, Thorin adopts a dutiful stance with hands clasping behind his back. Even if Rineike is clearly in a good mood today. He nods thoughtfully about the Jownehs and Crosses, a frown moving over his lips momentarily. "Så de er en stor pakke for oss �� hate?" he quizzes in curiosity but a loud laughter follows again. "Jeg har ennå ikke sett dem. Er de penere enn sauene?" his grin returns, more prominent about his brother and he waves a hand, quite willingly, in the direction Loki ran off too. "Han var borte før han hørte reglene om storfeet. Kanskje følg baa'ene og du finner ham."

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One Jansen is trouble and any more than that, there's a chaos afoot. Which is why Rineike is immediately stopped from one task when she sees Thorin. He's suspiciously stood on the fencing of the farm area, hardly a natural placement for him. "Det er strenge regler for å knulle disse sauene, Thorin. Get down." anybody would think she isn't joking from her tone barely inching out of it's usual monotony. But, the faint smirk over her lips betrays her. Slowly, Rineike takes a glance around the snow covered farm, as if a Jones wolf will appear now that Thorin has mentioned them. "De er kryssallierte." she answers him before returning her look to him. Another devious smirk. "Selv om det ser ut til at de oppdrar døtrene sine til å være avlsdyr for dem." she adds simply, and now her eyes search for Thorin's counterpart. "Where is Loki?"

[lazikade]

I just heard my brother say "it is prime Phos hours" randomly from the living room as he plays Roblox and that's a huge mood.

[creeped-out-lunarian]

Zircon: Yellow, I'm sad.

Yellow: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Diamond: Bort, I'm sad.

Bort, nodding: Mood.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Mood bort sound really interesting I like you moodbort they are pretty and cool hope you do well have a good time ☺️

I wish Heinrich/Lucifugus whit a dark blue

Hiya Marine! ^^ I'm glad you like them and think that they're cool!! I had very much fun with this one, and I do hope that you like it, and have a nice day~

Christmas with Heinrich and Lucifugus~

[mothersfavourite]

mood bort

[frankenx-x]

Okay so I’m going to ramble about my HNK x GX AU because I’ve been having a brainrot for at least 1 week and I’M NOT SATISFIED WITH JUST DRAWING.

Also sorry for my english heh----  okay let’s start 

I like to think that Phos and Judai have a lot in common, Judai's deconstruction is similar to Phos's with the only difference being the ending. Well- this thought made me spend 4 hours looking for gems that would fit the Gx characters! :’3

Judai would be a tiger's eye (specifically a cabochon!) for it’s meaning and it’s hardness! He isn’t exactly fragile but obviously there are people with a higher level of hardness, It is said that the tiger's eye, which is also known as "Stone of freedom" is charged with positive energy, a quality that protects against bad vibes from the environment.

That’s how I perceive Judai from season 1-2

Fun fact;  In some parts of the world, the stone is believed to ward off the evil eye (Yubel yass) ah! there’s also this mineral called “Ox’s eye”  is a variety of the Tiger Eye that occurs due to an increase in ambient temperature above 70 ° C.

Judai would at first be a bold but carefree gem, being constantly taken care of by Chazz (although Judai doesn't realize it) 

I took a bit of Bort's personality to make Chazz, but they couldn't share the same type of gem, so I decided to use the Black Spinel! The meaning of black spinel is to present intuitive results. It also means overcoming all challenges and returning to the original condition. Black Spinel is valuable in bringing out limitless opportunities.

It is also because the hardness of black spinel varies between 7.5 and 8, this could vary depending on the mood U_U he’s very much like Bort

ok enough i’m going to make a second post because long texts scares me