#more coming? 👀

[loonavrsl]

250404 [News] Modhaus press release for ARTMS - 'BURN'

ARTMS' song BURN is about meeting their new selves, setting aflame the wings from Butterfly. The song, by producer G-High who also wrote Butterfly, depicts the story of girls facing all the prejudices of the world. [...] BURN is particularly meaningful in being the "key" that opens the door to ARTMS' new project, Lunar Theory. ARTMS in reality first showed BURN at their new world tour Lunar Theory's first show in Seoul.

Translation: orrery_nim

[chloesimaginationthings]

New Patreon tier art now FNAF themed,,

[ineed-to-sleep]

Updated Emma's design(previous here) and basically revamped her entire personality bc I wanted to rewrite her fatal flaw. Now she's at least 80% more insufferable and 50% more nosy <3 (and also looks 90% more like the love child of a pirate and a librarian)

First template can be found here!!

Most other templates can be found at the official redspringstudio site!

[too-many-rooks]

Tom McKay, as Jasper Tudor, in 'The White Queen' (2013).

hello kingdom come deliverance fandom. I still have no idea how to make video game gifs so I bring you my speciality instead; gifs of The Actor in a slightly obscure role from their earlier career where we can all pretend its The Character in an au. Helped by the fact that this is a medieval setting and his character has a romantic connection he can't pursue because of an arranged political marriage so he diverts his devotion into looking after his love's child (who just so happens to be called Henry.)

[salamispots]

something something giant isopod sharing is caring pass the detritus

inprnt

[glitchgh0sty]

Decepticon!Prowl: Cycle 51. Signal

Context ✨ Previous ✨ Next

————————————————————————

Prowl: hmhmm,, I fear I misheard you. So, I’ll ask again,, who are you sending out right now???

- Soldier 664 NZ? He’s up next on the spread.

Prowl: … [but? - he wasn’t supposed to be sent out for the next 3 joor??]

[and Prowl definitely didn’t *cough* mess around a bit to make sure that was the case, 2 cycles ago]

[witch--tips]

does anyone ever feel a little disappointed sometimes by the witchcraft content we have, across all platforms? like there are so few people actually posting unique or interesting things, it feels to me like 95% of witch posts are the same 5 beginner concepts, tutorials, and psas over and over again. tumblr is definitely where ive found the most amount of unique posters who give insight into their own unique practices and theories or make actually good witchy shitposts, but still, how many posts about “how to make moon water” or whatever do we need…? i mean it is GREAT if you ever wanna look up beginner stuff, but its gotten so repetitive.

its also sooooo annoying how fake most of these posts are, or offensive, like “take this quiz to find out your spirit animal!” or “how to figure out if youre a born witch” or any other problematic clickbaity thing. also there so many aesthetic posts in the witchy tags everywhere, and tbf i do love witchy aesthetic things, but even then if you look closer so many of those posts are ai (FUCK ai) or the same 30 pinterest photos over and over again… theres also just a lot of spam and bots and people trying to sell you stuff in witchy spaces, which is annoying too 💔

[choccy-milky]

modern AU seb and clora's first interaction 📘📗 (and by modern AU i actually mean super trope-filled high school romance set in the 80's/90's LOL)

[omens-for-ophelia]

melting under blue skies, belting out sunlight, shimmering love well, baby, i surrender to the strawberry ice cream, never ever end of all this love - Counting Crows, Accidentally In Love

happy birthday to my sweet syrup pie @ineffabildaddy !

i can never truly express how grateful i am for you and your kind, wonderful soul, sam🩷 i speak for myself and the good omens fandom at large when i say we are so unbelievably lucky to have you!

[voiider]

I need codependent Danny/Jason as a little treat (for me) and I love the idea of them having some sort of instant connection the moment they meet (bc ghost stuff idk)

Danny who's been dropped in Gotham with no way home (alt universe??) and he's been here for 36 hours and having a Very bad time senses a liminal being and immediately latches onto them heedless of the fact that his new best friend is shooting at some seedy guys in an alley and goes off about how stressed he is and how he can't make it back to the ghost zone and what a bad day he's been having (and it's important to note Danny is a littol ghost boy literally hanging off of Jason's neck as he floats aimlessly) and Jason is like "who are you??" And Danny is like "oh sorry I'm Danny lol" and then just continues lamenting his woes

And honestly ? This might as well happen. Nothing about this Danny guy(is he human?) gives Jason a bad vibe and tbh he's never felt more calm and level headed before so he just keeps up his usual Red Hood patrol and doesn't even think about it when he heads back to a safehouse and feeds Danny dinner (breakfast) before crashing for half the day

The only thing I actually need is Jason meeting up with the bats for some sort of Intel meeting and they're like "uhhh who's that" and Jason is like "that's Danny." And does not elaborate (very ".... What do you have there?" "A smoothie" vibes)

And it takes them a while to realize that these two have known each other for less than 12 hours and are literally attached at the hip

[laismoura-art]

Charlie: Dads? I'm Bisexual

Lúcifer: Oh, Bisexual? I thought I named you Charlotte! :D

Alastor: Ugh! Really? And you dare call yourself a father! Allow me to show you how it's done!

Alastor: Hi, Bisexual! I'm Aroace, pleasure to make you acquaintances! >:D

Charlie:

Charlie: I think I'll go back to bed, proud of you, Al...

Poor Charlie is stuck in a eternal loop of dad jokes. Save her!

@mikka-minns ? May I tempt you with some Queerplatonic Radioapple being cringe co-parents to Charlie?👀👀

@madamealtruist

[edenfire]

✨️💎 my one and only wish 💎✨️

so i was STILL thinking about shuake in the p5r opening and crying and managed to produce this🥰🤲💗🌸💞

please never let me wake up from this dream🥺💘💞

I really like how this one turned out and im thinking about making it into an 8x10 print🤔 what do you think? would y'all want this one?☺️🌸

[2-cornchips]

a little kate doodle for the soul 😌🫶

[picked-stitch]

Doechii wearing Thom Browne at the 2025 Grammy Awards

[benevolenterrancy]

Hi I have caught up to you on having feelings about Zhuzhi-Lang. He's a good boy! 🥺 Good snake boy! 🥺 I had the thought, after Zhuzhi let SQQ leave after SQQ yelled at him... what if they Stole Him. What if.

(Also have you read/been recommended anything by corduroyserpent yet? Big writer of Zhuzhi-Lang fics, including a very cute de-aged Zhuzhi-Lang and some zhushen)

Justifications of bride-stealing!

(AND HE'S THE BEST BOY 😭 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, SO MUCH!! have some further au thoughts because this has contaminated my brain...)

What I think would actually happen if they stole SQQ? Absolutely nothing good for anyone, LBH would Lose His Fucking Mind xD as a more interesting answer though, I like the idea that Shen "Pedantic Nitpicky Asshole" Qingqiu's primary point of argument is that he is not a bride so he cannot be "bridenapped" regardless of demonic tradition or intention!

This eventually leads to them all completely avoiding the Maigu Ridge incident because TLJ realizes that, somehow, SQQ doesn't realize the depths of his son's feelings for him and decides to put all his efforts into being a wingman for his nephew instead because he finds the entire thing absolutely hilarious and rather satisfying after his own sad romance. Obviously someone like SQQ would do much better with his good, loyal nephew than the disappointing offspring of that disastrous relationship!

As for ZZL he just has to assume that LBH must not be treating SQQ anywhere near the way he should be (and like... he isn't wrong at this point, there is a non-zero amount of torture and terror going on here) if SQQ doesn't see himself as being tied to LBH in any way. And if he's not attached to LBH then there's absolutely no reason he shouldn't make his own efforts to seduce SQQ! After all, if LBH isn't valuing SQQ properly then obviously ZZL has to step up because someone as kind as SQQ deserves the best!!!

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about price putting his hat on the boys' heads

cw war guilt, self harm through working out

it's only happened once or twice with each of them, only when they're on the brink and safe enough for price to let himself soften

🧼

the first time it happens to soap is on his first demo mission as a corporal; the first time he's been in charge of the planning the rig and the first time he’s close enough to see the human fallout of the explosion he worked so hard on and realises how often it means a slow and messy death

he knows they're the enemy; knows if it wasn't them, it would be him, then the long line of civilians at his back that he stands so strong to protect. he knows that

but that doesn't stop the screaming echoing in his mind, doesn't rid the memory of burning bodies trying to crawl away from their signed deaths

signed by him

he's sitting on the concrete outside the barracks, trying to get the cold to leech the remnants of the fire from his blood that his ice cold shower couldn’t douse. he jumps at the feel of a leg pressing against his side and looks up at price as he leans back against the wall, his hands cupped around a cigarette

soap flinches at the sparks coming from his lighter and looks away, his knees creeping up tighter to his chest

"it gets easier," price rumbles above him, exhaling a long breath and the comforting acrid scent of smoke spills around him

he shifts uneasily and pretends it's not to get closer. "i don't think that makes me feel better, sir,” he admits

"never said it would," he shrugs with the ease of a man who's had this same conversation a hundred times and will have it a hundred more. "just that it does."

soap sniffles then growls at himself, harshly scraping his wrist over his face

a light weight drops on his head and he stifles a gasp as price's hat falls low over his reddened eyes, hiding him from the prying gaze of the world

"you'll be alright, son," he promises and soap's lips tremble. he presses them tight together and follows price's hand as he guides his face into the side of his knee, cupping his jaw and holding him close as he shakes apart

"you'll be alright."

🧢

gaz doesn't crave softness when he messes up; doesn't want forgiveness or assurance. he wants blood; blood shed for blood that shouldn't have been lost

the punching bag is shining by the time price walks into the gym; shining yet also muted where his blood’s had the time to dry and stain, his knuckles torn to shreds

gaz' fist almost slips off the bag and he clicks his tongue. "you gonna keep makin' that a biohazard or do you want to do something actually worthwhile?"

his lip kicks up in a snarl and he sends a glare over his shoulder. "what?"

"think medical's got enough bodies, don't you?" he asks and a dangerous stillness fills the air

gaz shoves off the bag, knuckles dripping onto the mats. "you wanna add one more?"

price quirks an eyebrow, so nonchalant that it just makes him angrier; blood boiling in his veins. "come on, then."

he stalks onto the sparring mats and price barely blinks before he's attacking; throwing wild punches, eyes a hundred miles away

back in beirut

where they had to pull their team out in pieces because gaz missed the suicide bomber launching himself out of the rubble

price dodges each desperate strike, loose and sloppy and nowhere near gaz’ usual level of skill. he doesn't hit back once and gaz' faces twists with each miss, sweat flying off him as his grunts turn into growls, turn into screams as he throws himself at him

price ducks and snatches his hat off his head, slapping it into gaz' face to blind him and drives him back into the mats

he gags as his lungs seize, his air is forced out of him; leaving him to heave harsh breaths that stick in the fabric of the hat. the humid dark closes in on him, forcing him to focus on his breaths so he doesn't throw up or pass out; forcing him to stay within his body instead of drowning in another country

price's hand is heavy behind it, keeping it trapped over his face. "are you done?" he asks, not even breathless

gaz pants, his whole body tingling, and his fingers dig harder into his face

"are you done?" he insists

he swallows dry, suddenly aware of the exhaustion sapping at his limbs, the pain in his hands, the tightness in his throat. "i'm done," he rasps

price relaxes but doesn't remove his hand or push him to get up. they sit on the mats for a while, price's weight and the dark anchoring gaz to the here and now

💀

contrary to popular belief, ghost doesn't hate family days

he doesn't glare at the droves of civilians entering the base, doesn't stand as a spectre of death and grief over the rookies running into the arms of their families on one of the most important days of their career. he doesn't begrudge the safety and love they feel from coddling mothers and embarrassingly proud fathers, from laughing siblings and sticky-fingered children

he remembers his own graduation too well to want to take it from them

he stands in his dress blues through the speeches, his neck gaiter hiding less than he'd like but at ease with the compromise he and price reached. he looks over the tearful family members as name after name gets called, takes careful note of the ones who are clapped for less than the others, and lines up with the other officers as they wait for the tap out

one by one, the graduates get released by their loved ones; no longer standing attention as a recruit but embracing them as a private

just as he's done every year, ghost checked their records to ensure they all had someone coming for them; he's never let a single one stand in the field waiting for someone who will never come. it's rare that his diligence is necessary but he's never let them feel any shame for it; telling them to keep their heads high as he pats their shoulder

he's not needed today and he watches as they're slowly released and disperse, all with a reminder of why they've worked so hard and who they’re here to protect

it's quiet on base that night; soldiers take any chance to celebrate and a graduation is nothing to sneeze at. ghost stands out in the field, out in the gentle quiet. his hands sit folded behind him as he looks up at the stars and he doesn't flinch as a voice sounds behind him

"been a long time since you could be called a rookie," price says, falling into place beside him

ghost hums. "longer for you, i’d say."

he huffs a laugh. "cheeky shite," he snickers. "that hasn't changed; bloody twig of a thing too big for his boots, angry at the world and ready to prove it wrong."

"plenty changed to make up for it," he huffs, his breath disturbing his gaiter

"lot more's stayed the same," price counters and steps in front of him, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he squares his shoulders

"lieutenant riley," he starts and ghost almost rolls his eyes. "you've shown exemplary courage in the face of adversity, gone above and beyond the call of duty and expressed great leadership in your dedication to your team and the men in your charge. congratulations, soldier; you've earned it."

ghost swallows thickly and refuses to admit to the shine threatening his eyes. "thank you, sir."

price smiles and plucks his hat off his head, placing it on his and pats his head; brushing his thumb over his temple

"come on, son; you've waited long enough."