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guys i have to admit, every time namor came out of the water i couldn’t help but think of that one Madagascar scene with moto moto. its ingrained in my brain as my natural response to someone coming out of the water like that im sorry.

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this was so uncalled for

"I volunteer."

fic: crimson rivers, by @zeppazariel

also i have reels on my instagram? (more pain because i get to add sad songs to the drawing hehfjgk) if those interest you guys : ) link

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goosebumps

Climb, Inej

(prints)

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"I love you, too. Wanted to say it for a while. Sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't. Sorry I'm saying it now, but I do. It's okay, right? It's okay. I love you, too."

"You're so fucking stupid," Sirius whispers, squeezing his eyes shut. He shakes his head sharply, lips pressed into a thin line, and then he looks right at Regulus. "Listen to me, there is no world in which I wouldn't mourn the loss of you, because it would be a loss. I don't care what you've done, or how bad of a person you make yourself out to be. You're my brother. Don't you get it? I would never be the same if I lost you."

Crimson Rivers, Zeppazariel

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I need to thank you,

I got glass in my eye a few days ago and I used a great, big tragedy to cry it out, so it’s your fault I’m not blind.

i—

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Saint Milo everyoneee!

I love this so much!

So I did a thing

My art for @grishaversebigbang

For The Goat Who Wished to Be a Saint by @rukiakwashere which you can read in here or here

And also check @margot-arts piece here

Milo’s first challenge on the road to Sainthood proved to be none other than himself… or more like, his nature as a goat. See, he soon came to realise that all other Saints were annoyingly human. Well, admittedly, one had something to do with bees and another could become a dragon, but they could still talk and preach their ways into becoming Saints.

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but look at Milo's tiny head, looking over the plans like that:((

thank you for bringing it to life<3

The Goat Who Wished to Be a Saint

GRISHAVERSE BIG BANG 2022 • 2/3

Inspires by the story of the lovely @rukiakwashere : The Goat Who Wished to Be a Saint🐐

Here on Tumblr or here on AO3

Here’s the summary:

“Milo’s first challenge on the road to Sainthood proved to be none other than himself… or more like, his nature as a goat. See, he soon came to realise that all other Saints were annoyingly human. Well, admittedly, one had something to do with bees and another could become a dragon, but they could still talk and preach their ways into becoming Saints.”

🐐🐐✨

You can also see @lightleckrereins ‘s post here!

It was so funny to bring Milo to life, cheers to my fantastic team ✨

[rukiakwashere]

The Goat Who Wished to Be a Saint

hi, this is my work for the Grishaverse Mini Bang 2022, hosted by @grishaversebigbang ! Hope you’ll enjoy it !

Don’t forget to check out the wonderful work of these artists:

Materialki: @lightleckrereins (here) and @margot-arts (here)

Thank you for bringing Milo to life !

Summary: “Milo’s first challenge on the road to Sainthood proved to be none other than himself… or more like, his nature as a goat. See, he soon came to realise that all other Saints were annoyingly human. Well, admittedly, one had something to do with bees and another could become a dragon, but they could still talk and preach their ways into becoming Saints.”

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38776608/chapters/96959187

Chapter one under cut:

Milo was a goat. It was an indefinite truth he had been born with. His mother was a goat. His father was a goat. His brothers and sisters were goats. Not that goats really exercised a family network. They just were. They ate greens, walked in the field and slept. 

Occasionally a fellow goat would go missing and the rest of them simply would not care. They just carried on eating and walking and sleeping. 

And that routine went on perfectly until Milo himself was the one who went missing. A burly man purchased him and instead of sending him to goat-heaven, he insisted on carrying Milo around with him wherever, because, supposedly, Milo’s fur offered “comfort” and “stability”. Milo really wanted to bite that man’s ass someday.

And that’s pretty much how Milo ended up in the arms of a tall and dark human who was squeezing him like crazy and talking in Milo’s ear. Milo wanted to get out of there. Instead, Milo kept still, sitting in between that tall man and two others; a male with a stick and a smaller female, and the burly man. Milo was having no fun, but at least, it looked like the other four weren’t taking any pleasure in their situation either.

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Milo’s fate changed when the tall man decided to grab him and drag him with them instead of leaving him inside the disgusting creature that the humans referred to as “transportation”. Milo didn’t know if it was good or bad luck. He didn’t care either. He was a goat and the matters of fate didn’t concern him.

The dark-skinned man, who he later learned, was named Jesper, was obsessed with Milo. He was carried along as the three humans continued their journey, to the cane-man’s -Kaz- disapproval;

“It’s a goat, Jesper.”

“My point exactly! He’s a soft and kind goat who doesn’t complain and understands me perfectly.”

If Milo could speak, he would probably comment on the understanding Jesper part. He bleated instead. Jesper pointed at him in approval and so they continued along.

Milo left the gang when they reached a city. Was it the capital? It was larger than he had ever seen. So many buildings, yet wide streets and not that many people. Maybe it wasn’t the capital. He had heard once that the capital was scary. But this was not.

“Bring the goat.”

“Its name is Milo.” Jesper retorted as he handed Milo to Kaz. The two seemed to never agree on Milo’s name but they somehow never seemed angry about it. It reminded Milo of his relationship with his brothers and their play-fighting. 

And that was how Milo ended up in a stranger’s hands and Jesper was standing above him, saying goodbyes and tying a bullet around his neck. Milo let out a weak bleat as the man turned away. He hadn’t realised until then that it mattered to see him go. He was sad to be left behind.

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His life progressed more naturally after that. He was put into a barn along with other goats. He learned he was in Balakirev, not the capital after all. He tried to acquaint himself with the other goats… 

He was left with an odd feeling of unfulfillment. He was destined for greater things than sitting and munching grass! The other goats stopped paying him attention when he asked about where they had come from or where in the world they had happened to be, and Milo soon decided to stop paying any attention to them too. 

He didn’t care if it was out of spite or boredom that one day he wandered too far off the grounds and got lost in the nearby woods.

He had found a place where the fence was loose in his many midday explorations of the plain and gradually he had grown more daring in slipping out. He always made sure to be back by the time they were all ushered inside. Nights were cold.

As the sun fell he unconsciously went after the small light and warmth he felt in the distance that proved to be a bonfire. 

Two humans were sitting around it, their backs slightly turned to Milo. They both turned around, suddenly alert as the goat moved some branches after losing his step. 

Milo froze. He felt like two predators were closing in. The man had a knife out and the woman had spread her hands wide. Even though she wasn’t holding a weapon, Milo felt oddly more threatened by her than by the large man next to her.

A millisecond later they both exhaled loudly, falling back to laughing and Milo stepped slowly to the back. His instinct both urged him to run and stay put. 

“It’s just a goat.” The woman said with a smile. She extended her hand, beckoning Milo to come closer. “Hi goat!”

“But what is it doing here?” The man next to her had lowered his knife but still seemed troubled by his appearance. “In the forest, in the middle of the night?”

“Calm down, Matthias. What is it going to do to you?” The woman stood up and approached him slowly. Milo didn’t bother running away. 

“How odd.” She muttered, her fingers tangling around Milo’s bullet necklace. “Where did you run away from Milo?”

Nina didn’t expect an answer so Milo just bleated in response.

The duo seemed to be good enough company. They were heading towards the sea in hopes to make it to Kerch grounds before anyone noticed them. Milo didn’t really have a choice but tagging along.

Nina never got tired of petting Milo’s head and talking to him, mainly of the Fjerdans, and most of all of the one sitting next to her and occasionally cutting into her monologue. 

“... So, at that point the ice broke and that doofus had the nerve to save me. You hear, Milo?” She paused to bite on her cake. “The nerve!” She pointed at her friend, her eyes wide, betraying her fondness.

“You should be grateful, witch.”

“Oh, I’m eternally in your debt, your highness.” Nina mock-bowed and finally Matthias cracked a smile.

Where Nina was easy to please, stocking up on sweets every time they passed through a village and talking and petting and approaching Milo with no second thought, the tall blonde posed a mystery to Milo.

The Fjerdan seemed to be wary of him which was something the goat had never experienced before. Matthias was constantly watching him but wasn’t attentive of him in the same way Nina followed him around. He didn’t talk to Milo, only referred to him when he had to.

Milo was oddly annoyed at his inability to charm the blond.

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Milo bleated and Matthias looked at him in confusion. The two of them were standing outside a market that Nina had chosen to scavenge for sweets. 

Milo bleated again and Matthias shifted uncomfortably. The goat was starting to enjoy the way the big man tensed.

Their one-sided convo, though, was interrupted by Nina’s loud laugh.

“Oh, come on Druskelle don’t tell me you’re scared of a goat.” She teased as she approached, her bag once again full.

“I’m- I’m not scared of it!” Matthias was quick to retort. “It’s just that… it’s a weird goat, don’t you think? What kind of normal goat follows humans around and bleats when you ask it something.” 

“It’s just a goat.” 

“Witches like you worship much less.”

The female laughed. “You don’t know that much of our history.”

“I know enough to realise that literally everything became a Saint at some point.” 

“Lies.” The girl stuck out her tongue, reaching to pat Milo in between his ears. “Saint Milo the goat.” She muttered nonchalantly and the male laughed, momentarily forgetting about his goat introspections. 

The two continued bickering, not refraining to send fond looks at each other. Milo had long realised that was their natural form of communication.

Still, that small sentence was enough to change Milo’s perspective. For once in his life he had a goal, a purpose… because, why not?! 

Milo was going to become a Saint.

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I hope you enjoyed it so far ! Next part is going to be updated in ao3 at some point this week ! 

[rukiakwashere]

“You were talking with Nora and June, happy and animated and fully alive, a person living in dimensions I couldn’t access, and so beautiful. Your hair was longer then. You weren’t even a president’s son yet, but you weren’t afraid. You had a yellow ipê-amarelo in your pocket.

I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.”

- Chapter 11, Red, White and Royal Blue

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Greetings Grisha,

The Council of Tides is back and better than ever. Here are some announcements:

EVENTS

Instead of having our usual Big Bang, we will be having two smaller events: a Mini Bang and a Reverse Mini Bang.

They will be held a few months apart. You can participate in neither, just one, or both. Up to you.

No amount of bribery will make us change our mind about not hosting a bigger event this year, though you’re welcome to try. Venmo information is available upon request.

MINI BANG

Signups will open February 14th because we love you.

For fics, the minimum word count is 2k and the maximum is 5k.

More information on gang assignments, posting dates, etc. will be announced with the signup post.

MISC INFO

Due to the smaller nature of the events, we will unfortunately not have the Corporalki role (beta readers) this year.

Dates for the Reverse Mini Bang will be released at a later time.

Our desktop website will be updated in the coming weeks with new info and general jazziness.

If you have a question that hasn’t been answered, feel free to send an ask.

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“name one hero who was happy […] I’m going to be the first” and “history, huh? bet we could make some” are on opposite sides of the same scale, and that scale is pain

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THIS BOOK IS ADORABLE

Pleased to finally share my contribution to the @historyinthemakingzine, a lil’ comic called “Mementos.” (Be sure to head to H.I.T.M.Z.’s tumblr to download the whole glorious zine!)

Note: I may have gotten a little caught up in the idea of dueling stories. Henry’s is in words. Alex, however, is a more visual person. 😂

Special thanks to @omgcmere whose beta read really brought out Henry and Alex’s voices, and to @argylefetish, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, and @fight-surrender for their final sweeps! EDIT: And @scone-lover for last minute Brit-picking! (Gosh, it’s been so long, I completely forgot what we all went through to make this thing! 😅)

Enjoy!

[rukiakwashere]

Hello! I'd like to share with you a character work game! I call it "Six Secrets" and honestly it's a work in progress but I'm sharing it anyway

List six secrets that your character has.

1 is an open secret

2 is a secret the people close to your character know

3 is a secret that your character wouldn't really care about getting out

4 is a secret exactly one person knows anything about

5 is a secret no one knows about but they sort of want to come out/to tell someone

6 is a secret no one knows and they desperately don't want anyone to know about.

You can also decide who knows and how

The secrets don't have to have anything to do with your actual plot! The secrets can have super low or super high stakes! It doesn't matter! But you will absolutely have a better idea of your character's intentions and state of mind, and you may wind up coming up with some new plot points/obstacles to play with

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a quiet night in the city we own

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girl help i am the most sensitive person you can ever meet but also the most emotionally unavailable person you can ever meet at the exact same time and i’m still trying to make it work somehow

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A small doodle i worked way too hard on😅

Reblogs are appreciated!!

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Nic nie jest dobre lub złe - wszystko zależy od naszych myśli.

~ Anthony de Mello