#took a while alright

[nekkuu-art]

Just a pair of completely ordinary bookshop owners enjoying their well deserved coffee break. Nothing to see here.

Unless… does anyone smell sulphur?

[stemmmm]

the scene people keep screaming about from chapter 5 of theseus' guide

[soranker]

IMMA DEVIL IMMA BREAK YOU DOWN!!!

[ricky-mortis]

What a horrible rat bastard of a man ❤️

[getosugurusbangs]

hngggghhhh

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[mitamicah]

First sketch after top surgery: thank you for your patience and for the love 🤗🥹

[mintjeru]

always by your side 💕 alhaitham back-hugging kaveh for @/gueponekasu. thank you for your donation to @hkvthm-action!!

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[im-kinno-hello]

and if i made a comic about them making a blog for the weird demon dog they found in the woods just because they are being brainwashed by it and it told them they need to spread the word of what word they don’t even fucking know?

[art-by-a-gus]

Refresh of my dante design, happy wrath month

[emeraldblonde]

BEFORE / AFTER GIF CHALLENGE → tagged by @eliseliedl ♥

no pressure tags: @lockescoles and @bolina. anyone who wants to try, feel free to take this challenge from me. ✨

[wysteriaisapenguin]

"I think that's the point. There is no worst part of us."

Can you imagine looking down on yourself for the longest time because everyone around you sees you that way, only to have someone tell you that they like you for who you are despite everything you hate about yourself? As someone struggling with low self esteem, this moment of Strange Beginnings gets me so much...

[justgleekout]

Struck by his beauty. Had to draw.

[tiramegtoons]

Yeets this into your inbox for whenever you open it next ghhbjgng

Of course you realize this means war/j

[painom]

perplexed, swayed - chiori

781 words | requested by anon

It wasn’t that she didn’t like you. Rather, it was quite the opposite. You were nothing like her. You were kind and lacked pride. You were not one to fight back when insulted. You were passive and at times quite dull. And still despite all of that, in her own way, she was still fond of you. And that perplexed her to no end. What about you was worth liking so much? She could find nothing, but still yet, she did. 

At first, she didn’t want to take you on as an apprentice. She wasn’t a fool. She had her standards. And you? You had absolutely no background in fashion at all having quit your well paying job just a day before approaching her. You said you were inspired by her work the moment you first laid eyes on it. You wanted nothing more than to follow in her footsteps. She kicked you out not a second later. 

Much to her dismay, you were not one to give up. Every single day following you’d burst into her store begging her to take you on as an apprentice. And when that didn’t work, you started bringing your attempts at garments you made in your free time. Quite frankly, they were horrible. The colors were off, the stitchwork was shoddily done, and the style was mismatched and chaotic. 

But then, things slowly began to change. The garments you brought in, though still disproportionate and sloppy, began to evolve. It was slow, but with proper skill and work put into them, she began to realize they did, in fact, hold a glimmer of potential. But your background was in finance, not fashion. So where did that come from?

Eventually, she gave in and agreed to take you on as a probationary apprentice. Really, you forced her hand. Your incessant begging was reaching the point where she was just about ready to throw you through the window, but you were not rude or unruly enough to deserve that. Perhaps if you were put through the wringer, you would finally give up and leave her be. 

She simply had you cutting fabric at first. How you managed to fail that, she had no clue. How many yards of fabric you managed to ruin she did not understand. But you improved, didn’t you? It was slow at first, but soon you became even more skilled than her most senior assistants. Neither did you let any ruined fabric go to waste, opting to create weird, if not fascinating accessories with them instead.

But no matter how much she scolded you and no matter how much she would force you to complete the same tasks over and over again, you’d always follow through with a smile. And though you could never stop talking and asking questions when she wanted silence the most, you’d listen with the most rapt attention anyone could ever give her. 

You were weird, strange, ultimately a bothersome person. You’d design the strangest things before looking to her for approval. You’d simply laugh when dealing with difficult customers, yet still managing to assist them with ease. That wasn’t even mentioning the natural ease you had dealing with her often brusque personality. What was even stranger was that she didn’t mind. You were weird, and she, dare she say it, liked that.

It didn’t help that she was no stranger to the way you acted around her—how flustered you became when your hands touched, how you stuttered when she complimented you on a job well done. She saw how much you yearned for her attention. As much as you tried to keep your crush lowkey, it was plain for the world to see. And she thought it was cute, endearing even. 

So when the day finally came when you decided to shoot your shot, because of course a weirdo like you wasn’t intimidated by her enough not to, she couldn’t help the smirk that found its way to her lips. Taking steps toward you, her hips swaying side to side, her eyes narrowed in delight as your posture stiffened even straighter. 

“Hotel Debord. Dinner. Seven o’clock sharp,” she answered before taking your tie and yanking you towards her. “I expect you to wear something new, something I haven’t seen before. Am I clear?”

When you nodded furiously, too flustered to speak, she nodded before letting you free and making her way to the front door of the boutique. 

“And I will say this now. I don’t stand for latecomers. So be on time, will you?”

“O-Of course!” You finally blurted out. “You won’t have to worry about a thing!”

She nodded.

“Good. Then I’ll see you there.”

[riveluart]

I’m back

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[commsroom]

i wouldn't be surprised if you've posted about this before (and that's awesome) but i wanna know more about how you think eiffel sleeps. side sleeper? back sleeper? curl up? take up a lot of space? move around a lot? do you think he wakes up in funny positions? does he need light and noise to fall asleep or do light and noise prevent him from falling asleep? aaaaand anything else you can think of

oh, definitely moves around. he gets himself cozy and wrapped up under the covers, but he's generally sweaty and kind of a human space heater, so he ends up kicking everything off the bed in the middle of the night and then wakes up sprawled in the optimized position to give himself a cramped neck all day. sometimes this means he wakes up cold in the middle of the night and repeats the process. snoring loudly, of course. he canonically snores. has probably snored loudly enough to wake himself up before. drools at least sometimes. he's a restless sleeper and he never feels properly rested when he wakes up.

when he first moved out on his own, i think he liked the idea of being a guy who sleeps in a hammock, but he didn't think about the logistics of it at all and it made him miserable. he probably wanted a waterbed, but avoided whatever disaster would've happened if he'd actually managed to get one. he's a mattress on the floor with no bedframe type of guy. multiple pillows. sleeps in his underwear, at most, if he doesn't just pass out in his clothes.

he has a hard time falling asleep when he intends to sleep - he's overcaffeinated, his mind is always going, and he self-sabotages - but he can still somehow fall asleep just about anywhere, and once he's out he's completely dead to the world. he definitely doesn't like complete darkness/silence; if there's one thing eiffel is not good at it's being alone with his thoughts. he's probably used to falling asleep with the tv on; he's fallen asleep on the couch many many times. the background noise on the hephaestus takes some getting used to.

he definitely talks in his sleep; i think he's the kind of person you can have a full conversation with while he's responding from within his dreams. hera finds it really amusing to ask him questions while he's sleeping, and when he wakes up he'll tell her she was in his dream, and she'll just be like, "oh, really?" when he shares a bed, he's a full-body cuddler, but he still manages to steal the entire blanket and - again - throws it off the bed in the middle of the night.