#thanks for the question ^w^!

[pyreneese]

What made you choose sassy L as a profile pic

Ooh good question :D! Hehe I had to think back on this because I haven't changed my pfp since i made my account back in like 2020 XD. At the time, I was writing pretty much only Lxreader on ao3 so I thought an L pfp would make sense and I loved the sassiness of it and just the way L was drawn in this frame in general. Also it fit pretty well without cutting off too much of the hair. If I remember correctly, it came down to a choice between this one and 'stare into your soul' L XD

[hinamie]

august

[mechieonu]

my favorite sonamy atm is the kind where sonic's feelings are vague, yeah, but he loves her and he loves indulging her

[artuurle]

"Hey you with the pretty face Welcome to the human race" Context: this is a canon divergence AU where when Inspekta descended, something.... some... one(?) else left the rift with him. Doesn't help the stranger seems pretty insistent on bothering the ex-god trying to get used to human life again.

What a strange little thing,

[nedeii]

Yay! It's been like two years :'), but my commissions are currently open! The slots are limited, please do take a look if you're interested:

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[meruz]

this might be a silly question, but is your username on insta (automeruz) from the homestuck AUTO (ITEM) gag? or am i crazy. sorry if thats crazy

like AUTO PARRY? lmao. a little bit! i would be lying if i said the prefix auto wasnt on the mind bc of homestuck. it's also a little... i used to use "automeru" but i think that was snagged on one too many websites so i stuck the z at the end. but automeru specifically was a clumsy japanese katakana spelling reference to automail (ootomeiru...whatever) from fullmetal alchemist haha. while also having meru(z) in it

[dekariosclan]

That music ask gave me an idea I can’t get over.

Imagine Dad!Gale. Tav is plunking out a lullaby on the piano while he reads to their little one. He notices the kiddo isn’t paying attention to the book, they’re more interested in the music.

He gently nudges them towards Tav and the itty bitty magician scampers over, begging Tav to teach them.

“Of course my little love! But first scales!” Tav says.

Gale watches with a satisfied smile as Tav teaches their little one’s fingers the ups and downs of the treble cliff line.

How could godhood compare to this moment?

Ohhh, Gale enjoying sweet domestic moments, my beloved 🥹💜 This is a tear-jerker for sure!

I firmly believe that human Gale would have so, so, so many moments like this, moments where he pauses to take in the joy of a little everyday interaction with his beloved partner/spouse, or his partner/spouse and child, or his partner/spouse and children, depending on your particular HC and whether Tav and Gale got married, etc.

Because human Gale recognizes how precious these moments are. In the epilogue where Gale does not succeed at achieving godhood and he dies, his simulacrum laments his foolishness: “To think I believed godhood was worth losing all this...” And in the epilogue with our beloved Professor/Adventurer Gale, we see him getting choked up at being reunited with the other companions again: “I never thought we’d be together like this again…”

This is why Gale choosing the human path is so important: he not only learns to accept himself, he also learns to embrace mortality, and to cherish all the gifts that it has to offer.

So, if I may continue your ask:

———

How could godhood compare to this moment?

Gale sees his little one’s face light up with glee as Tav patiently instructs them, and he feels his eyes filling up in response.

To think I might never have experienced this…to think I might have traded this for…what? Power? Power wrapped in a cloak of loneliness? Power buried under the weight of an eternity of regret? Foolishness. Madness…

For a moment he’s so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn’t realize tears are streaking down his cheeks, soaking into his beard.

“Gale?” Tav’s loving voice brings him back to the present, and he blinks at the wetness in his eyes as he tries to focus. “Oh, love. Are you crying?” There’s affection in Tav’s voice, and an amused, adoring smile on their face. “…again?”

Gale can’t help but laugh in response, at the situation, at himself, and yet it only makes his eyes well up even more. “I love you,” he says, for what else is there to say? Those are the only words that matter.

He joins Tav and their child at the piano bench, crouching so that he can be close to them, bad knees be damned. His little one looks up as he does so, and concern flickers over their face. It’s such a sweet expression that for an instant it makes Gale’s breath catch.

“Daddy sad?” They ask, eyes wide as they reach out to touch his wet cheek.

Gale’s reply is a barrage of kisses before scooping them up, taking their tiny hand between his thumb and forefinger, feeling how warm and delicate it is, marveling at their perfect mortality.

“Oh no, my love,” he says, laughing even as the tears flow faster, pulling Tav in so that he can embrace them both, his two perfect loves. “Daddy is happy. So very, very happy.”

[voidcat]

togame jo cannot find it in him to refuse when you ask him to accompany you to your friend's city. just as their city is known for the violence and suspicious activity surrounding it; the one you’re currently in shines in contrast— infamously known for inhabiting so many students, the night never comes there, all the places and activities are for those with a young blood.

and you look so happy! giggly and giddy, rushing left and right after your friend as if pulled by them, and dragged by your hand thightly latched onto his, he follows in cue.

it's only the second day and already three in the morning, the streets have gotten quiter but there are still people here and there, he notices. you and your friend shout a bunch of letters in unision, the name of a club? perhaps. he has lost track a while ago already, his attention solely on you.

"come on, jou–" you drag your words, "it'll be fun! just a couple a' drinks an' moving around." "i could really do some moving around." one of your friends interrupts and he can hear it in the poor bastard's noise, they mean it literally, body aching for a good stretch after an entire day of exploring, eating and drinking.

The city is too loud and fast for his preferences but he manages alright, your arm pressed to his side, grounding him before overwhelming sensations can take over.

he obliges without a word, your assurance silent yet clear in your eyes already. when it gets too loud, the lights burning up or the people a bit too much, the two of you just can excuse yourselves and dip out for a bit. it doesn't help his case that all the songs are somewhat dirty, and you are dancing right behind him, so close yet so far away, body barely brushing his. In your element, in your own bubble, unbeknownst to anything else surrounding you; be it the others dancing together, eyes of strangers’ watching the lot of you or how you’re slowly driving his resolve up to a wall.

you mumble something about going to the bathroom and he follows in tow. what self restraint he barely had left is all bu vanished by the time the clear night air hits– early morning? the nights have been of lighter color for the past weeks, and all he can focus on is the chill air and your warm body pressed against his.

"quite the interesting songs you were dancing to." he leans in with a loopsided smile when you look a bit better to stand on your own, balancing himself with one arm against the wall and you right before him.

"really?" your voice comes low, "haven't noticed." you lie with a smile, leaning further into the wall.

"if the offer still stands, i'd like to take my chance." togame says, slowly dragging his free hand by your waist. he really hopes he heard the lyrics right in the midst of all that, else, well, it's not like you'd poke fun at him forever for it, but the embarrassment would stick with him for weeks.

letting your eyes close at the sension his hand creates for you, you focus on his touch– soft, faint and burning. when you meet his gaze, you are smiling, looking at him in a way he can only describe as sultry.

"for you? always."

as soon as the words leave your mouth, he closes the distance in an instant, lips latched onto yours, body pressing you further into the wall until there is no space left.

[waroferas]

who are you?

[bennetsbonnet]

Don't you think that Darcy was selfish with his family legacy by marrying Elizabeth for love since her lack of money and connections would inevitably affect Pemberley's coffers and the dowries of his future offspring?

Selfish is absolutely not a word that I'd associate with Mr Darcy when it comes to Pemberley. While he was undoubtedly selfish in many other ways, I think it's pretty clear based on what Mrs Reynolds tells Elizabeth and the Gardiners during their visit that he took his obligations as master very seriously and, consequently, he would never have done anything to jeopardise the estate's continued prosperity. He took his responsibility seriously in that department, perhaps to the detriment of his ability to give a good account of himself and make a good first impression on others (not that I'm excusing his behaviour!! He was awful!!) but I think there is perhaps an explanation for his apparent contradiction in appearing as a kind, generous master in Derbyshire vs conceited snob in Hertfordshire.

Darcy was very, very well off. I don't think it's inevitable at all that Elizabeth's lack of wealth would've adversely affected Pemberley's coffers whatsoever. Sure, he could've gained all the De Bourgh wealth and of course Rosings Park with all its expensive glazing if he had married Anne but... in not marrying her, Darcy was not rendered a pauper by any stretch of the imagination. His wife could've brought absolutely nothing and it wouldn't have made an impact, really. An income of ten thousand per year is not an insignificant sum. Plus there's all of the interest that a figure would've generated, that's a little complicated and we don't need to get into that but if he managed his money well (which by all accounts he did) then it would've increased year upon year, therefore leaving his and Elizabeth's children in a strong financial position.

As for the figure of ten thousand pounds itself, I'm not fond of simply translating it into today's money for scale because that doesn't tell the whole story so I won't do that.

Rather, here is an interesting breakdown of the finances for a year of a family with an income of £500:

(Here's the source for the above table, also featuring some more insight into finances!)

That table gives you some idea of the relative costs of a household. When you see that rent and taxes set them back 'only' £50 and the two maid-servants earned £15 for an entire year... it helps to put into perspective just how much money an income of £10,000 was!

Plus, when you consider that Jane Austen herself had an allowance of only twenty pounds per year and ultimately only earned £350 in her lifetime for all of her writing, whereas a lawyer earned £1500 a year and even that income, for a comparably high paid profession, is still far less than Darcy's clear ten thousand... it's very obvious he didn't need to marry for money at all. By all accounts his father ran the estate well and Darcy had followed in his footsteps. So, he'd absolutely earned the right to marry for love by being a good master. If he'd neglected Pemberley and needed a rich wife, like Anne, to balance the books but still put his obsession with a comparatively poor woman with fine eyes first, and married Elizabeth despite knowing Pemberley would go to rack and ruin then, yes! that's selfish! But that wasn't his reality.

Also, while you can look at Elizabeth bringing no large dowry and only really herself to the marriage as a bad thing, I would argue that actually merely viewing her contribution through the lens of her worth in terms of cold hard cash is somewhat simplistic and that, perhaps, such a view brings the baggage of the modern capitalist society that we (well, a lot of us) live in, to an era that it doesn't belong in. Women back then who were mistresses of large estates, such as Pemberley, essentially undertook full-time jobs they didn't earn salaries for. Sure, it wasn't truly arduous, intense, back-breaking work, but there was a lot of planning and management to be done; such as organising the staff (in conjunction with a housekeeper), visiting tenants, interior design, formulating menus, budgeting for clothes/linens, sewing items for the poor and doing their own version of networking with other wealthy families of respectable lineage (with social calls and hosting dinners).

So you see, it's not as simple as 'Elizabeth was poor so she brought nothing,' nor was her background necessarily a hindrance, because coming from the family she did would've taught her a great deal about economy, which was such a valuable skill to have as it could allow women to advance their positions in society by looking wealthier than they actually were. Knowing how to economise was vitally important, in a society where so much mattered on snap judgments people made about the clothes you wore, how many servants you kept and whether you had your own carriage or needed to hire one... if you could make an annual budget of £350 look like £500, that was an impressive, sought after skill. I'm not saying Elizabeth would've needed to economise to that extent, but it isn't as simple as 'more money = more worth.'

It would have been better for Darcy (and he was intelligent, I think he would've realised this long before he met her) to have had a wife from a less affluent background but who knew how to make a budget stretch, rather than have a wife from a rich family with a taste for the finer things in life who carelessly spent money on frivolous purchases. THAT would be true selfishness to his children, jeopardising their future with a mother who couldn't, or rather wouldn't, economise and leaving Pemberley in a worse state than it was when he inherited it. I can't imagine Elizabeth spending beyond her means, not when she would've frowned upon such behaviour by Kitty and Lydia and have watched her mother waste money, as 'Mrs Bennet had no turn for economy,' (Ch. 50). Such prudence with money would have been a very desirable trait in a wife. He would've felt secure she wouldn't overspend and ruin his estate. So, although she wasn't wealthy, she was still a catch in so many ways.

And I also want to point out that though I've been commenting on her lack of wealth, Elizabeth wasn't poor! She was of the same class just at a lower end than Darcy (but most people were, compared to him). His problem with marrying her was never about her family's comparative lack of wealth, his concern was with their behaviour and lack of eminent connections, as we learn during his first proposal. Though the Bennets and Longbourn were at the lower end of income for an estate and Pemberley was definitely in the upper echelon, Longbourn was a decent sized estate itself! Elizabeth would've known something about estate management.

Plus, that first proposal shows us that she absolutely wasn't after his money. A good marriage with a prosperous husband was important for a woman in Elizabeth's situation, yes; it was necessary in order to save her from the misery that would unfold after Mr Bennet's demise, but she had shown that she wasn't overawed by his money. In fact, I think it was a hindrance to her ever forming a good opinion of him rather than a help. That's probably what Darcy had been looking for his entire life, someone who genuinely loved him for him and not his wealth! Though he found it out in perhaps not the nicest of fashions, ultimately his dreadful first proposal made him even more certain that when she accepted him, she did it because she truly loved him, not because of any financial considerations.

Anyway, to wrap up: no, I don't think Darcy was selfish in the slightest when it came to Pemberley, nor that a lack of money from Elizabeth would have had a detrimental impact on Pemberley's coffers nor their future offspring.

His children (even if there were lots of them!) with Elizabeth would have been absolutely fine and had impressive dowries even if had to come entirely out of their father's wealth. Plus, even if the Darcy children were ever in a situation where they were cash poor, to be associated with such a family and an estate would open many doors for them, given the weight their name would've carried in important circles. Darcy was fastidious, he would have considered all of this before his marriage.

Ultimately, he earned his love match and happy marriage by not behaving like a Wickham and throwing money down the drain, and Elizabeth should be viewed as contributing an awful lot to the marriage in other ways than merely through the lens of money, which overlooks the hours of work she would put in to running an estate such as Pemberley.

Elizabeth and Darcy were a brilliant match in many ways and even their wealth disparity, though considerable as they were at very different ends of their class, by no means undermined that fact.

[commander--wake]

could you offer some analysis for the greater tlt girlie milieu on wake's crank habits. her personal hygiene rituals. is there a necessary pressure valve release after she's just deadheaded 20 zombies. zombos. if killing something alone isn't enough to get her off is it still a nice boost or is it immaterial? is 'pwn' in her vocabulary

commander awake remembrance of these valiant dead seems like the kind of woman who grabs life by the horns dom top has her j/o routine down to a science when she's off duty but is all business dom top my satisfaction is to see my enemies driven before me and hear the lamentations of their minions when deployed. she's very goal oriented mission driven as they say. and those special-ops strike forces really don't get a lot of time or privacy to even sleep let alone slam the clam. i kind of think they are out in scuba masks and demolitions ventilators going full navy seal etc for like 4 days at a time without sleep then they get back to the safe house and ptfo.

so long story short i imagine that whatever sexual pleasure she gets from putting her thumbs through some fourth house redshirt's eyes (a lot) she saves its consummation for when she is off duty and has had a good sleep and a shower and is ready to unwind after a seven-hour multi-wing strategy meeting. she's not desperate like that... she knows how to delay her gratification for the moment it will be most juicily plucked from the tree and gnashed.......... pls commander call me *bottom emoji*

[awzominator]

@traumas-mermay-2025 day 16: Mermaid for dinner

Was gonna make a Gorey one but idk if I have the time we shall see I may come back to this one

[autism-corner]

You know its name. You have already fallen for its charm. Can you reach the start of something beautiful?

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[since-times-long-forgotten]

anyone ever just. bite their arm. like. arawrawmfphf I need to release energy awrfrwrjfrawrarwrrrwrmphwrf rrfwf 

[artuurle]

(AU)

What if you died and something divine loved you so much it couldn't cope with that fact? What if they tried bringing you back but the result was wrong?

More doodles + rambles below:

Now What if what came back was just off. Looks at the divine without the memories that went back decades. It looks, behaves and works in a way just off enough in a way to make the god unable to look at it. it's not you. it's not. it can't be.

.... but what if what got pulled back was still you, but its- YOU'RE wrong and broken in ways you cant understand anymore.

The apocalypse draws closer and closer and you don't know why every day that passes you seem to be falling more and more apart too. The god is gone. You are alone.

....Anyway yeah i fucked up a perfectly normal Lovestory Au. i gave it anxiety is what i did. sorry for horrid typing in 2nd person trying to explain stuff im bad at explaining <3 i draw, not write for a reason lol.

[ellovett]

What are Kazimierz views on the lives of monsters in the current era? Most monsters are in hiding or familiars.

OOOH this is an interesting one tbh

Kazimierz doesn’t exactly ...mourn the state of monsters in the current TWST times, he kinda sees their decline as inevitable, especially in a world that fears what it cannot control. Even until today tensions between human and fae continue to simmer, and such sentiments extend to monsters as well.

To Kazimierz, most modern monsters aren’t worth his attention. Monsters today are tame, servile, small.. I mean, take a look at Grim for example...ghastly little thing that eats too much tuna .. (this is/lh hes a cutie KJHDFGJ kaz is just a hater),

though he supposed that there's been some integration between monsters and normal society, for progression. with some monsters getting accepted into prestigious mage organizations.

But he remembers their ancestors.. large beasts that once helped him cause destruction across the lands. Fearsome, with sharp teeth bared and claws at the ready, creatures that were once his pawns in the ancient times. To him, those were true monsters.

alas, today they're merely looked down upon..