#this goes in my collection for later :>

[chenyuvale]

ITS BEAUTIFUL THABK YOU IM SORRY

curious abt other medias anon here with a followup;

so if i hypothetically requested a humble genshin rarepair featuring two characters who already existed at the game's launch and with Absolutely No Pressure to draw their canon outfits bc boy genshin fits are. oh golly.... would that be, okay?

the rarepair is baizhu x diluc btw,, im tiptoeing around it bc i Know people will Know who i am from this and i am Ashamed

if its not do-able for you; thats okay too, no worries at all <3 i will cook for myself like ive been doing 🫶

hiya media anon i didnt see this lmaoo, im just gonna answer it now cuz tbh i do not remember almost anything about either of them besides like base lvl facts. I know Baizhu is green and there's Qiqi and i don't think I know almost anything else. Snake? I like Diluc but I also don't remember shit about him rly either so I'm not sure what rly I'd be able to do with it besides them kinda standing there

but dont take it like im knocking u or anything lmaoo, i shouldn't have rly mentioned genshin cuz literally i only remember shit about my guy Albedo and even that's fuzzy tbh, i don't think id have enough passion to draw anything else relating to it

but i hope you enjoy ur rarepair stuff with ur green and red guys, i wish you the best of luck in ur endeavours o7

drew em from memory for ya and i think they're probably so wrong idk

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

[sovonight]

can you believe that i raced my way over to kill thaxll'ssillyia to see what xan might say if i walked right into a second dragon battle and he said NOTHING??? unbelievable. i drew this instead

[keendaanmaa]

Help me choose my birthday roadtrip music for tomorrow!

I will take probably the top 3 with me, so feel free to put additional votes/suggestions in the tags

[youngmoviemaker]

When you have a bad week at work and you just wanna draw Morcubus × Agent OC ship art to unwind . . . The idiots making out below.

[puppet-limbo]

Hi it's like 11:30pm and I accidentally made myself emotional over the thought of PNF-404 mourning and grieving and missing a time when humans still lived on it, even if not all of those times were amazing. And when Olimar and everyone else starts crashing on it throughout the series (it tries to guide them down but when people resist and fight it then all goes terribly wrong despite it trying to lead them down relatively safely) it's delighted to see people again and while it won't hand them a super easy time, it knows they're capable of overcoming anything and is genuinely proud to see how they've all come along after all this time by the time of Pikmin 4

[window-view-orion]

My first Kurhn doll, and this girl goes crazy.

Satin lining on the coat, embroiderey on the robe and the outer skirt, an underskirt with tulle hemming (that you can’t even see here because my shelf is too narrow so the underskirt is bunched up), a super elaborate hairstyle (almost hidden under the veil), beaded jewelry, soft fabrics, sturdy 9-point articulation? AND it’s a beautiful piece of historical Chinese fashion?

Interesting to note that I did some cursory googling since I know basically nothing about historical Chinese fashion, and what I found is that brides in the Tang Dynasty (which is what this doll is) actually wore green wedding gowns! So, unclear how accurate the fashion actually is lol

[kalosian-woods]

Post canon Kalos League vacation to Unova..... What could go wrong? (a lot of things. Maybe.)

Im kinda curious on that offhand mention,,,

Tbf I didn't really do much with the idea now as it is, but it's just one of those fun crack plots that I would like to do if I'm free of the main part of the AU and am still kicking heh. Basically, you are 100% right: everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. We're talking about missed trains, lost in caves, lots of random splitting up (intentionally or unintentionally), getting more lost, trying to stay undercover with random fanclubs, sneaking into places they shouldn't be, more getting lost, and tons of other problems lol.

Totally not a solid 'fic' as it is, but I'm thinking that they went to Unova to just unwind and see another point of view as part of a vacation therapy professional training. They do have outings before but not on this large of a scale, and basically they have to choose replacements before leaving and it's a whole mess back in Kalos as well lol. But even in Unova they do not have peace (not even the plane ride was safe from shenanigans!).

They do meet the Gym Leaders in Unova and have... a relationship (although how good or beneficial it is seems questionable) and the Kalos Gym Leaders are basically just stuck with each other for like a month in a different region. They have to wear different clothes. They sign in the same PokeCentres (because some of them wanted that experience again) (also anonymity). They're all distracted and have to deal with each others shortcomings and while it has a lot of (and I mean a lot) of diffiulties and issues arising, it does bring them more together. And they learn to have fun. And also just learn about each otehr too and how to support each other.

[pekoeboo]

oof. sooo .. lol.... pretty much all of HIWYA is being reworked. like. insane changes. as in "Drehmal as a location is being replaced entirely with Atria" and "the story has no real relation to Minecraft anymore" kind of changes.

I want so badly to be able to make a proper update of sorts to explain what exactly is being rewritten, but so much is still being adjusted and worked on and I also don't quite know how to approach the whole thing when it comes to updating what I have (like the pinned story masterlist post that explains the different Acts, I'll have to think of a different way to title them instead of based on world names). any relation to Minecraft at this point is pretty much just loose inspiration and I'd rather not have the story completely tied to the game anymore, so it's tricky to really figure out how to move forward with that, especially when it comes to organization on here and dA.

tbh it's kind of annoying having such a hyperactive brain, yet simultaneously not enough mental stamina to actually create the things my brain won't shut up about >A< hopefully at some point I can explain everything, though :'0 fingers crossed.

[romantichopelessly]

literally the catch 22 of making urself less to keep people around you directly leading to people leaving u bc you’re not opening up to them 🧍‍♀️

[savage-rhi]

Fuchsia 😂

[fortune-maiden]

Pei Ming Drabble

the writing muscles are really moving today!

He hadn’t planned to let anyone in again after Rong Guang. Relationships were transactional. Love was a weakness. When he first started visiting the Water Master’s Palace, there was a reason for it. But when that reason disappeared, his invitation remained. Somehow he kept taking it, coming by to eat their food, share various news, and engage in verbal sparring, both intellectual and petty. Pei Ming didn’t think a day could come where he would watch a windswept Shi Wudu chase a soaking wet Shi Qingxuan around a room, and stand there with his hands on his knees and laugh.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

I'm aro bc there is not a person on this earth that can make me feel what music makes me feel <- he is listening to music that is not miku for the first time in days

[durzarya]

Aww we managed not to get angry at each other with grandma when she said something idiotic she heard in TV

[kirishwima]

mouth. foot. meet.

[satoblue]

SPOTS — nanami kento

kento’s yellow tie goes missing. | wc: 1.0k

f!reader, established relationship (married), you have a daughter, fluff, kento can’t say no to his little girl, the backstory of how his tie came to be… unique, unedited, this was rushed and unplanned, satoru cameo at the end (i couldn’t help myself heh) | dividers made by me

kento’s tie didn’t always have the black spots it does today. it used to be a simple, bright yellow, void of the interesting pattern which was frankly — not of his own choosing. that is, until it went missing one morning.

the man searched high and low in a rush. at this rate, he would be late for work.

where he usually stored this specific yellow tie to go with this outfit in particular, he found the little pocket beside all his other neatly organized ones to be empty.

how unusual. it’s not as if it grew a pair of legs and walked away on its own.

“hm…”, he hummed to himself in thought, fist below his chin as he cruised his brain to remember where it was last seen. you watch from the bed, having just woken up, blinking away your drowsiness as your flustered husband tries retracing his steps.

even in your exhaustion, you can tell what this is about. he was your man after all.

after a minute of erratic pacing, kento turns to you, face determined and serious. before he can question if you knew about its whereabouts, you give a slight shake of the head.

still disoriented, slowly coming back down to earth, you reply hoarsely, “when i did the laundry, i put it in there. you can’t find it?”

you shuffle out of bed, your feet meeting the carpeted flooring as you make your approach to the dresser.

he grumbles under his breath, a small “no”, mind preoccupied with finding his lost tie.

“can’t you just wear another? i’ll find it later while you’re at work.” you suggest carefully, peeking into the dresser and admiring the variety in your husband’s collection.

you pick one out with a delicate touch, a light blue bordering white, holding it to his chest over his very blue dress shirt.

kento gives you a look, like he expects you to know the reason why. and even if he did, he doesn’t fail to explain it to you yet again. it is simply one of his quirks.

he pries the piece of fabric gently from your hands, folding it back up.

“you know the others don’t go well with this outfit, dearest. especially this one — it clashes with my shirt.”

you huff.

“oh, you—”

before you can respond in a teasing, exasperated manner like usual at his peculiar antics, the both of you turn your heads towards the doorway at the sound of excited little feet skipping down the hall. a small head of hair peeks in not a moment later.

“daddy’s tie?”, your little one inquires, the incomplete sentence endearing to your ears. she must’ve overheard your conversation and her father’s ceaseless shuffling so early in the morning.

“yes, baby. daddy’s tie is missing.” you smile sweetly, crouching slightly. “the yellow one.” you clarify.

your daughter blinks. and then she does it again.

“yellow?”, she repeats.

“mhm!”, you nod.

she takes your hand into both of hers. “i know!”

kento’s brows raise, fixing his sleeves down where he had previously rolled them up to his elbows, and you look down at her in surprise. “you do?”

you take a glance at your husband and then back again. “where is it?”

she doesn’t answer your question exactly, but she does giggle cheekily, “made it pretty.”

you don’t even have to turn back around to see that your husband had frozen in place from those three words. you continue to smile, though you were a bit wary.

“made it pretty..? what do you mean by that, baby?”

“was ugly… baby made it pretty…”, her voice trails off, getting more unsure and quiet by the second under her father’s blank stare.

with pursed lips and narrowed eyes, you hold back a snort.

you don’t know whether to laugh at the fact your daughter was referring to herself in the third person by the pet name you and her father tend to call her by, rarely mentioning her real one unless she was being naughty that she forgets it is even her own name — or that she decorated one of her daddy’s precious ties.

when kento fails to say anything, likely still in shock, you speak up.

“can you show me?”

hesitating slightly, your baby girl nods. she takes one of your fingers into her small hand, guiding you out of your bedroom and into her play room while kento follows closely and silently from behind.

upon entering, you notice it immediately on her play table beside a black, uncapped marker that was likely dried out at this point. she takes it, holding it up for both of you to see her spotty craftsmanship on the silky fabric.

kento’s tie did not, in fact, grow legs and wander off. but, it looks like it would.

“giraffe!”

the both of you stare wordlessly.

now, kento could be quite the complex man at times. he could just wear another color tie. or yet, if he’s feeling a little extra, go to a store on his lunch break and buy an identical one.

he decides, ultimately, it is too much of a hassle.

there is also the urge inside him to correct his daughter on her misconception that giraffe’s have black spots and that they were yellow — that the design is more akin to that of a lizard’s.

but the bright, sparkling eyes of his little girl peering up at him stops him before he can even utter a word.

he’ll probably purchase another one. for now, he guess he’ll just have to make do.

extra:

when kento heads to work half an hour later, he knows on the way there that he has to prepare. he knows what to expect from a certain someone.

as he steps foot into the building, he immediately hears the familiar voice from across the hall.

gojo satoru snorts.

“nice tie, nanami!”