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[calmparticles]

like glue ?

[mouselikething]

[kinda deltarune chapter 3 spoilers?]

shout out to deltarune for creating the worst polyamorous couple in existence

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage: Redemption 3x2- "The Digital Frankenstein Job"

[71eh]

Baby, I'm in love And it's not in to tell Only thing that I can do is hold it in

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

i’m sorry i just love the idea that lqg got his dating advice from sneaking peeks at his sister’s novels and he ends up accidentally courting sqq the demon way. bringing dead creatures, proof that he can provide. sparring, proof that he’s strong enough to protect sqq. he’s so normal. he’s so regular

…….and then when binghe catches him bringing dead creatures to the bamboo house he’s immediately like ‘‼️ you flirt husband!! husband flirt you??’ …husband does indeed flirt him, though husband may not realize that’s what he’s doing

[edennill]

Indis would have known how to deal with Maeglin tbh

[drc00l4tt4]

I hope this ruins someone's day

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

Behold: a collection of kayne doodles on my phone that I did on my phone's notes app with my finger because I really wanted to draw Kayne but didn't want to get up to get my sketchbook and I was holding my phone.

[bogkeep]

originally for my thesis i was gonna like, focus on each aspect of the prague astronomical clock like its history, its function, and its design separately - but even other than this scope was way too big for me, the design IS the function. like, obviously, It's A Clock........ but! the reason the face plate has multiple colors is because they represent the time of day. the blue field is day, the orange is dawn and dusk, and the black circle is night. the placement of the sun symbol indicates the placement in the day cycle. I Know I Know It's A Clock Of Course It Does That but it's different to how we're used to reading clocks in this day and age.

anyway it reminded me of first year of watchmaker school, when we were learning to blue steel, a process that gives steel a specific material quality and also turns it blue. you might see high end watched that have blue hands and blue screws, for example, and it's not Just for the aesthetic, it's a sign of quality, but it has BECOME a preferred aesthetic BECAUSE of the quality. my teacher asked me if i, as a former art history student, knew whether it was common for something to Become Beautiful because it was a Desired Quality. i didn't have a good answer at the time but i have clearly not stopped thinking about it. i think it's a kind of survivorship bias - something can be the most aesthetically pleasing and beautiful but it won't really matter if it crumbles to dust within a couple years and there's no way for future generations to appreciate it. it doesn't make it less beautiful, only that we have no clue it ever existed. so in that sense, the beauty of functionality persists

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 19

content warnings: mention of getting stabbed, there's not a lot of detail but there is some and there's definitely an off-screen near death situation

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Similarly to breakfast, dinner was a meal far less eventful than anything leading up to it. It was not enchiladas, like Dubhe had mentioned that it might have been. It was baked potatoes. Another meal that included a variety of toppings from which to choose, another question about my preferences, another sigh when I said I would eat whatever Dubhe liked me to.

He told me that he'd let the kitchen know about my mango allergy ahead of time so that they could be careful to avoid "cross-contamination." I did not think that the allergy was as dangerous as Dubhe was making it out to be, because that was not something we had ever worried about during the last five years of my life. The worst it had ever gotten was the first time the allergy had been discovered, during which I developed a rash. It was unpleasant, but not dangerous.

Whatever. If Dubhe wanted to employ fifty people so that he could tell them to avoid mango cross-contamination, he could. It wasn't like it was my place to judge.

He ate his dinner with me, sitting on the floor by the window and occasionally pointing at the stars to tell me about each.

"Usually I eat dinner much earlier than this," he told me. "I haven't seen so much of Auriga in a while. Ursa Major, though—my favorite—she's circumpolar. Uh. Close enough to the North Celestial Pole that most of her stars don't really rise or set, they're always in the visible night sky."

I nodded as if I had any idea what he was talking about.

He took my plate when I had finished eating. He asked if I wanted more, and I stumbled my way through telling him again that I would do whatever he wanted. He gave me that look again where we both knew he was upset with me, even if he refused to admit it. And he told me to get some rest, and he left.

~

I stared at the ceiling. My wings folded in enough places that they weren't too uncomfortable to be laying on, but if I fell asleep with them all folded up they'd be sore in the morning.

I just- I had to think. I wasn't supposed to waste time staring at the ceiling and thinking, but I was pretty sure that none of this was ever supposed to have happened. If it was, had the royal family truly cared so little about where I ended up? They were in the dungeons, and that couldn't be right, so none of this was right.

What was I supposed to do about it? I had been told to rest. No one had ever taught me to do anything other than what I was told. If I was expected to change the royals' circumstances, I did not know why and I did not know how. Even if Dubhe was wrong about everything, even if I had the nerve to think that I knew better than him, I would never have the nerve to say it.

Would I be able to disobey Dubhe at the command of a Rao?

The thought scared me. The answer should have been a yes, without hesitation. Commands from royalty always took precedence. But if one of the princes looked me in the eyes and gave me an order to break the rules, then- then how could I do it? How could I, when they had only ever told me that every rule applied to me? When they had only ever taught me that my worth lied in my ability to follow rules? How could I break them?

And Dubhe seemed to think that I was better off without the royals. It was a ridiculous sentiment, because no one was better off without them. He was concerned about my punishments. He was concerned about me being in pain. He'd said they were dangerous.

It wasn't my place to say. As with most things.

But technically, I wasn't in danger because of the royals. I was only ever in danger because of my own mistakes. Punishments only ever happened because of my own mistakes, which certainly weren't royalty's fault. They weren't dangerous to me. I hadn't even ever come that close to dying.

One time, maybe, but I hadn't died. That was the important part, right? I hadn't died. I didn't get to die without permission anyway.

And it hadn't even been a punishment. Not really. Prince Ryan had said that over and over again, that Prince Cardan had no right to do what he did. No right to pull me out of my room after I’d gone to bed, no right to point a knife at my throat and drive it into my torso. Prince Cardan had every right to do what he wished with me, but punishments had to be approved and carried out with Prince Ryan. So it didn’t count as a punishment.

I had slept in Prince Ryan's bed for a few days after that, by his request. He'd said he could keep an eye on me better. Keep me out of trouble better. Out of trouble and out of danger. Danger of the variety that came from Prince Cardan and the things he did to me without permission from his brother.

Were they dangerous?

I hadn't died. Prince Ryan had narrowed his eyes and hissed, "Don't you fucking dare pass out on me," and "You don't get to die unless I say you can," and I hadn't died.

I wasn't in danger of dying. Really, I wasn't even in danger of being hurt at all as long as I obeyed the rules. Unless Prince Cardan hurt me when Prince Ryan said that he wasn't supposed to, which had happened a few times.

But it was fine. Not dangerous. Right? Not worth all this fuss about it.

I rolled over to lay on my stomach instead, letting my wings relax above me. The left ached a bit, something that I could get rid of if I stood up and stretched it. But I was tired. It could wait until the morning. Surely. Probably.

Dubhe seemed certain nothing bad would come from my wings. I had just spent five years learning all the bad things that could come straight from them.

Did it matter? It was a new place to stay, a new king to answer to, new rules, new expectations. I was always bad at new things, but I could at least try to do what I was told. That, at least, I knew.

It wasn't like I had many other options.

~

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[nimarts]

I just really wanted to draw Poppy with vampire fangs. Because she deserves it. Take this

[fujii-draws]

Redraws of one of my first dadnoir posts :]!!

EXTRA >:]]

[rocketbirdie]

Zack gets with Cloud this Zack gets with Kunsel that what about Kunsel getting with Cloud. What about that. (Ignoring the ever beautiful Kunzakkura right there, this ain't about them.)

I'm imagining two unfamiliar cats on opposite sides of the house.

Kunsel: yeah y'know what, i could fix him. Cloud, puffed up and hissing: NO

[prettymimi]

i need emma swan to fuck me while her wifey regina watch us

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

Did anyone else make their hands into little people and critters to play with their siblings as kids? If so. Please imagine John making little critters with his hand.

[electronicgalah]

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