#“all of them?”😰😰😰😰

[vltravoilence]

Sometimes the characters that make u feel "I could be a good motherrr" happen to be WWII airmen ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·

[adeleine-everyday]

day 84

special portraits for some special friends

[amazinglyegg]

WJAT THE FUCK

[plulp]

JORDAN PLEASE DONT WEAR SO MANY CLOTHES. PPLEQASE

[privately-andre]

in honour of this thick-plump-curvy-phat ass.

[sunnyupsidedown]

It’s beautiful 🤩

[ramenwithbroccoli]

finally introducing the other character who also occupies a part of my brain:

Meet Giewont!

while the creator of it, Maria Leszczyńska, originally intended to make a war machine, she struggled a lot with finding resources then. however, with her and her family's life deeply affected by both world wars, the idea never left her mind. inspired by utopian idea of glass houses from a novel "the spring to come" ¹, she created her machine from glass. it would be cheap to make, yet durable, available as help to those in need, able to do hard work in times when it was needed - but if fragile peace was in danger again, it could fight alongside other soldiers. as if to set that role of protector in stone, she named it Giewont ². to test her creation, she gifed it to her brother Andrzej, who owned a small farm near the seaside.

Giewont worked as much as four men, not needing to be paid or fed like people would. it was a perfect solution for everybody, the new industrial revolution. that was, until about half a year into her work, glass started to shatter. it turned out not to be as durable as the utopian story made it to be, especially in contact with rough farm tools. small cracks also started to appear after they worked outside in winter, with low temperatures on the outside and hot steam circulating inside. with her fingers and edges getting sharper every day, Giewont was forbidden from taking care of animals anymore, as she would injure them. she was given the only task with no way to injure others - they recieved a showel fully made from metal and was ordered to dig. she did as she was told, even though the work put strain on her already-falling-apart fingers.

but when one day, when returning home, she noticed daughter of Andrzej, Aniela, swimming too far away from the shore and having trouble coming back, long forgotten wire snapped into its place as she jumped into the water to save her. while Giewont did bring her back home, carrying her in their arms, the girl had severe cuts on her body from coming in contact with robot's sharp hands. furious with his sister creation, Andrzej took it outside, desperate to destroy it. blinded by anger, he didn't even notice the storm gathering over the horizon

Andrzej took the metal showel and struck Giewont on the side on their head, then again, until her body fell and crumbled to pieces. He covered it with sand and raised his hands to deal the final blow.

that's when the lightning struck.

and the man fell to the ground, dead.

the sand melted from the heat around Giewont, filling the empty spaces and connecting the pieces back together. raising from their shallow grave, with body more rigid than what she was used to, she took her shovel and decided to bury the man, with what respect they had left for him. that was, after she dealt the final blow herself.

although miraculous, the lightning didn't return her to the previous state of being. their motions were stiff and some parts of theirs got lost forever among the sands of the beach. the part of her head where the first blow was dealt never worked properly again, rendering Giewont deaf in one ear (or whatever was left from it). however it did some good as well, as it widened the space around her mouth, finally making them able to talk - even if it was simillar to a whistle. determined to help people but with a body that kept hurting everyone around her, Giewont set off into the world, trying to find a home and piece herself together, leaving parts herself and a dead body behind.

footnotes below the cut:

1. "During one pause in their journey, the elder Baryka tells Cezary of an entrepreneur who, along Poland’s Baltic coast, devised an ingenious method for manufacturing durable glass from the vast reserves of pristine sands that had lain for eons beneath coastal peat fields. By a massive Rube Goldberg-type arrangement of channels and a creative method for harnessing the westerly winds (the storytelling here is a literary engineering feat in itself), an incursion of the sea provides power for converting the extracted sand into glass. From this vitreous wonder substance, prefabricated houses of glass are built inexpensively. The houses are strong as steel, hygienic, and easy to heat in winter and keep cool in summer. Whole villages are built with houses of brightly colored glass. Life becomes less of a struggle for mere existence, more civilized, and without the need to toil incessantly. People eat less meat or no meat at all, and begin to revere farm animals as sacred beings. For the reader, the digression serves to freshen the mental palate. For Cezary, however, the story is altogether beguiling, raising the utopian prospect of a more wonderful life, reunited with a homeland that might have been his to begin with and a father he has just rediscovered" - via neh.gov

wow thanks for skimming through footnotes as well! as a reward, here's the first ever design of both Janka and Giewont (which proves they were both created around the same time :] )

2. "Those knights had been in a deep sleep for hundreds of years and they only would wake up if it is time to fight on a great battle. When this day comes, the earth will move, there will be thunders that would shake the sky, many trees will fall and break, and there would be noises when the Border Mountains will break. On that moment the knights will take their horses and they will gallop to fight for Poland once again." - the legend of the sleeping knights

a lot had changed since that time :]

[rewrite-canon]

everlark actually makes me so feral i cant think about it for too long if mot i start screaming (this is what happens when i hyperfixate on angsty ships)

[tiger-balm]

@ londonknights: don't get these guys going

[zevrans]

i feel like playing bg3 desensitized my arachnophobia a bit 😳

[aggressivedaikons]

as somebody who has not mutual how mutual and how interaction

[kirstielol]

bf's been playing a new gamed called alan wake 2 and keeps telling me to get it and that i'd like it... sooooooo... new game tonight?? he says it's spooky tho and i get spooked easily 😰

[plulp]

HIIII everybody good morning ❤️ i now have 50 followers (more than 50 now) and i hope that i don't get any more or else i'll have to block everyone (just kidding. i wouldn't do that.)

but now that we're all here if you have a dol pc you want me to draw PLEASE send it to me through asks i'll try to draw as many as i physically can because i think it's funny and i'm going to regret this later

just send in:

- your pc (IMAGE!!!)

- info about them maybe? (i want to know everyone in detail. i love you all. let's all get married)

- and you can ask for a dol character too if you want (my designs because i literally do not know anyone else's i'm sorry i don't look at fan art often anymore but if you have a specific design i can do that too)

and that's it!!

thank you all so much for being so kind to me and i appreciate it a lot :) everything means a lot to me and i'm glad you all like my art

if you don't want to see these asks please block the tag #spulpal <- !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vervainium]

“can you trust me now?” // watercolor & colored pencil

this issssss metaphor by the crane wives.

when i listened to the song, the opening vocals reminded me of a siren. they distract you from the rest of the song, drawing you in.

basically. “don’t look at the ugliness, just stare at the yellow and blue” so yeah!

@mysterypigeon here you go my friend, a tag!

[adriancatrin]

no one told me brokeback mountain was sad

[dnangelic]

"This is a very serious question, so I need you to think about it carefully, alright? And just so you know, there is no wrong answer, so I won't be mad no matter what." She's staring straight into his eyes while leaning in, her eyebrows raised and lips set into a firm line. Who knows what stakes might be met with this? She allows a few seconds to pass before clearing her throat. "Hm-hm. White chocolate, milk chocolate, or dark chocolate?"

@deiscension

uh , wasn't that sort of a contradiction ? as in , it's a seriously serious question , but the result didn't really seem to matter ? the furrow in daisuke's brow eases only to twist a little into confusion . admittedly , his heart had jumped into his throat at first sound of interrogation ... but shi qingxuan's reassurance relieves him enough to only stand puzzled and somewhat terrified , red-flushed , stiff-shouldered , and tight-lipped , until the query's finally fired , point blank at him .

--- thank goodness it ends up being nothing that he was afraid of .

' c ... chocolate ? ' right , valentines was practically already here , wasn't it ? it was hard not to get a little excited ; to feel the love in the air and indulge a little in the season as a hopeless romantic . between love-letters and roses , chocolates and endless swathes of pink and red , he's been lost behind his own dreamy-minded , rosy tints . enough so that dark himself had been perpetually teasing him over his flustered feelings ; things like his childish but innocent hopes and his empty-handed expectations .

it was only a little depressing . pulling the school fire alarm and wrapping up then stealing away the entirety of azumano's sacrificial mound of chocolates to the great phantom thief dark had felt both dramatic and fulfilling ( and , if anything , disruptive and intrusive ) enough . without any suspicion or upheld hopes , he can only wonder just what sort of influence his meager opinions might have had on shi qingxuan's decisions , and what exactly the sudden wonder over the various states of chocolate might have been for .

' i mean , uh ... i --- don't really have an opinion ... ' but that's not very helpful at all , is it ? ' it's hard to choose . white chocolate goes great with things like strawberries or cookie bits , but milk chocolate is the easiest to find , and it probably has the best sweetness . dark chocolate is bitter , but because it's stronger , it goes well after having milk or white ... ' wha , crap , was this sounding too much like 'all or nothing ?!'

there had been a reason why he had stolen the entire mound of valentines meant for dark , after all !

' b-but , um ... ! what i think really matters is who you're giving it to ! or how it's made , or delivered ... the feelings behind it ! something like that --- ! because even if it's the type that someone doesn't like , as long as it's from a friend or someone important to them , they'll still accept it , i think . a chocolate doesn't have to be any best flavor to make someone happy . or , sometimes it's the reverse , and the best chocolate in someone's mind , their favorite flavor , ends up being born thanks to the consideration of someone else . '

happy memories . comforting memories . nostalgic , pure , sugary , and sometimes bitter-sweet memories . always , from the bottom of his heart --- ' it ... might not be the same for everyone , but for some people , i think ... more than anything , it's the thought that counts . ' he flushes ; stands steady in place . he can't help but wonder if she might burst into laughter and say that he was taking such a simple question so seriously , and yet , ' i ... um , hope that helps --- ? '