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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Whatever Man and Whatever Sword

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[yasmeensh]

Finally got to paint something a little more proper for my project. Paleolithic kids see a dragon come down from the sky 🐉

a few more doodles of my OCs Tam Kujo below >>

drew this one in the span of three days during class time :p. A few lines here and there while I wait for the prof to set up the slides and start the class. Kept going until I felt like not adding anymore.

two more

[sleepinglionhearts]

you know I'm constantly thinking of these two

[lavyyulu]

‘‘You’re unusually clingy today~’‘

The first birthday art i actually post of my blorbos :)

oh and these birthday dates are just headcanons.

[lavenoon]

What are all the boys love languages? :o

Sun: Acts of service (as in the one reverse au drabble) and also very very big on words of affirmation. Totally the person that would make an entire presentation (including citing his sources) about why you're great and why he loves you and he will not hear anything against it! Loves doing things for you, cooking, treating wounds, helping out with chores - that's all him and he loves to take that off your hands, loves to see the relieved smile and the affection in your expression when he can do that for you! Loves taking care of you both with actions and with words, making you feel the best you can <3

Maybe has a bit of an issue with feeling useful, so receiving it's very effective to drag him into some quality time and physical touch - just drag him onto the couch for a movie and an extensive cuddle session, and he blanks. You love him even when he's not doing anything? You just like this too? This is fine? He'll be addicted after just one time but will be incredibly shy and awkward about asking for it, since he's so used to being the "provider", but he needs it, too <3

Moon: Quality time and physical touch. Oh my god he's such a whore for physical touch fr. The boy could cuddle 24/7 and in canon struggles because pre-reveal there is just barely any excuse for some friendly rival cuddling. He does get the quality time at least, but he truly thrives on the combination with the touch. Would be all over you as long as you're okay with it. The purring, you know <3 Also loves the cuddling sessions during movies though he'll shit talk the movie the entire time, loves stupid movies for that reason exactly. Honestly, talking shit together about other people/ things is a love language in and of itself for him <3

Absolutely floored and baffled and gobsmacked when he gets hit with gifts though - the thought that someone thought of him while he wasn't there, thought of him enough to get him a gift? Something they thought he would like, that could help him somehow, just something that reminded them of him? He melts just a bit and will cherish it forever. (That's why reverse au Moon is so weird about gift giving - Y/N gets him one and he blanks because he has no scripts for this. They thought of him? He needs to show affection back asap but his usual ways to show affection aren't possible due to the relationship as it is? Gift giving should work - but he's awkward) <3

Eclipse: His sharing translates into a lot of quality time and gift giving - he just wants to spend all the time with you, and while he also leans into physical touch as a sort of consequence (boy is starved for all the love, it translates into all the love languages /hj) the most important thing for him is just to be with you, any minute he can get. He'll shower you in many gifts too, not necessarily big gestures but always thoughtful, little things, and the consistency can be staggering. Almost counts as acts of service, as he tries to find gifts that you would enjoy the most or that might help you somehow. @zelda7999 depicts that beautifully in New Horizons! Eclipse is a big softie who just wants to shower people in love <3

Receiving he's definitely very big on physical touch, like that's a surefire way to get him, and also of course the quality time and giving him gifts, too! Words of affirmation melt him absolutely, even if it's not his first go to regarding expressing his love (still happens often enough lmao) so honestly, any love you show him (though you might have to be very direct if you want it to be an actual confession) he'll just eat up gladly. Love the boy <3

[notllorstel]

colourful log with excellent grain pattern casey doodles :}

[sysig]

They’re too cute, I can’t stop (Patreon)

[cern1cal0]

more practice

[winepresswrath]

For conspiracy theory reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture I was poking through a later vampire chronicles book and Antoine needs a friend to tell him to stop doing husband work on a mistress' salary. Respect yourself, Antoine.

[pastelpaperplanes]

Literally this

the internet remains undefeated I am HUMBLED

[theunfairfolk]

Saw the regex post and was curious about scenarios that may be similar. Say there's this man John Doe. 1. Fae recovers his accidentally dropped driver's license (legal name/photo) 2. John introduces himself to a coworker and fae overhears 3. Fae addresses a group including John with his full name but doesn't know which one he is by look 4. Fae talks to only John but simultaneously says all names of group members from part 3. | Would any/all scenarios give true name power over our poor John?

*cracks knuckles* ohohohoho. good question.

it genuinely depends on what the fae do with names. in some mythology, you have to know someones full name in order to work magic on them, so finding an ID would fuck him over, but introducing himself wouldn't, unless he introduced himself with his middle name which. would be wack imho. the other scenarios might require some additional magic/scrying to figure out which one is John, and them trying to work magic without being able to focus on him/what he looks like might weaken the effects.

if you're going off the "you have to tell/give the fae your own name in order for them to take it/use it" then a fae finding your ID might still allow them to use the name on it but that'd be sorta... sketchy? like if you put out a bowl of milk for your cat and a brownie drinks some, it now sorta... owes you. if you fully lose your ID and get a new one, the old lost one might be sorta. relinquished from your control? in which case it's fair game to the fae. the "you have to tell them" line of thought would also mean they wouldn't be able to look at a list of names and a group of people and figure out which one went to which person without the people themselves informing them.

i'm of the personal opinion that it's not an all or nothing scenario. a fae knowing any part of your name will give them a bit of power over you. knowing your full, true name (which is not always your legal name) will give them more power over you. nicknames, depending on their use and ties to an individual, would grant varying levels of power (so being called "The Dude" in high school wouldn't give them much of anything but if you go by "Buddy" and everyone calls you that all the time, it's a beefy one)

[typinggently]

White Knight

Annie January (Starlight)/John (Homelander) Warning: Homelander. The #Homelight situation and its implied dubious consent.

“Now that you’ve spoken out about your view on sex before marriage – do you have something to share regarding your relationship with Homelander?” Annie stares at the reporter’s lipstick-gleaming smile, a hot-pink contrast to bleached teeth and tan skin. “Our readers are dying to know – does he really land it home?” Blood rushes in her ears.

The flash of a camera reminds her to un-freeze her smile, but her stomach is in tight knots, her fist balled and hidden in the folds of her skirt. “I –“

“Excuse me, what was that?”

Her head snaps up, away from the woman and to him, right there, next to her, using that tone of voice in public. “What did you just say to Starlight here?” He’s smiling, the all-teeth smile, and his voice is light enough to make Annie dig her nails into her palms.

The reporter doesn’t pick up on that note in his voice, has no reason to. She turns her attention towards him, the same lipstick-smile now gleaming in the direction of what’s essentially a loaded gun. “Our readers are wondering about the depth of your relationship.”

“And what makes you think –“ Annie feels frozen stiff, staring his bright smile, those wolf-gleaming eyes. “What makes you think that that’s an appropriate question to ask?”

“The public can’t help but wonder –“

“No.” He shakes his head, one hand going up to stop her, flat of his red palm raised. “No, no, no. In fact –“ Raises his voice, all-American-authority that makes Annie sick to her stomach. “Everybody, listen. Stop the—No flash. I want you to listen.”

The cameras stop flashing, the reporters raise their microphones. The mass of bodies presses in, claustrophobic and unaware of its own vulnerability.

“I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour. You understand?” And his voice tips, gets cutting in a way it shouldn’t, can’t be in public. “There will be no more rude, invasive questions aimed at Starlight. In fact, there will be no more questions of any—“ Louder, colder, and she can’t let that happen. There’s not enough distance between them for her to properly use her powers and there are way too many people way too close for her to even consider that, but she has to do something.

She presses in, puts a hand on his chest. “Let’s go home.”

His head whips around and he stares, ripped from his speech. There’s a fraction of a second where his expression is empty, unreadable, and she tenses up, prepares. But his eyes widen, then his eyebrows go down, he tilts his head, his mouth opens, closes, a flicker in his lashes, a series of almost-expressions rattling by too fast for her to make sense of. Without warning, he leans in, folds himself around her, his arm going around her shoulder and his left hand to her hip. “Right, yes. Let’s go home.” His voice is a little lost, light, as if he’s just as surprised as she is to hear the words coming from his mouth, and she has just enough time to feel his grip tighten around her before they’re shooting up past the gleaming skyscrapers.

When she opens her eyes, the city glitters underneath them and the air tastes of ozone. It’s cool, the wind whips around them. His grip on her waist is tight enough to bruise and her fingers are clawed into his shoulders. “Hey, could you –“

“Yes, right. Sorry.” Absent-mindedly, he adjusts his grip, hoists her up a bit to slip his arm under her knees. It’s so quick and so gentle that there’s no doubt in her mind that it’s a routine move, that he hardly even knows what he���s doing. “Can you believe that?”

She’s resting against his chest, the leather of his glove on her bare thigh. The knot in her stomach pulses sickeningly. “That journalists ask indecent questions? Yes.”

He shakes his head, gaze lost in the depths of the sky around them. “Unbelievable. I should’ve punched my fist through her skull. Should’ve covered the asphalt in her boiling brain matter.”

Annie’s heart pounds in her chest. “Well,” she finally says, light and dry, “I’m glad you didn’t.”

He snorts at that. “Yeah, right. You know, you should be thanking me for this. They never asked Maeve those questions before she outed herself as a sexual deviant. And calm your horses, Jesus. I can hear your heartbeat from here.” At that last part, he tilts his head to look down at her, all smiles and electric blue eyes. “I didn’t save you from those vultures only to drop you to your death now, Sunshine.”

No, she almost says. She’s not afraid. She’s angry. She’s furious and disgusted and hateful. Except – She bites her tongue, hard, and kills that thought in the root. “I’d like to get home, then.”

His smile freezes. “But of course.” His voice is cutting again, haughty. “Hold on tight.”

She swallows, redistributes her weight to rest more securely against his chest. The angle is awkward, she presses her knees together and clenches her fists in her skirt.

“I said,” pressed through those porcelain-gleaming teeth. “Hold on tight, Darling. This might be a little uncomfortable otherwise.”

She exhales through her nose and puts her hand on his shoulder, turns her face into his chest. Shoulders drawn up, she closes her eyes and presses closer, pushes herself tightly against him. Then, everything is a rush of wind and ozone. It barely takes a second, but it feels like she presses her forehead into his warm-hard chest for ages, stomach in knots and heartbeat hammering, the leather of his glove skin-warm against her thigh.

Then, suddenly, he halts, abruptly enough that his cape whips around them. It contrasts with how gentle he lands on her balcony, boots barely clicking on marble.

Relief floods her, sudden and violently. She straightens a little, uses her hand on his shoulder to try and pull herself up so she can climb out of his arms, but his grip on her tightens. She blinks, turns her head to look at him.  

He meets her eye, gold and tan and ice-blue. When he speaks up, his voice is gentle and quiet, a secret. “You know, you could thank me. I mean, I did save you back there.”

At first, she’s frozen in place, staring up at him. From what?, she almost asks. From the innocent civilians doing their jobs? From a situation you put me in yourself? Anger rises in her throat, her pulse hammers against her throat.

She tries to think of Alex, of Hughie. Of the reporter with her lipstick-sticky smile. Her stomach is in knots.

She looks up into his eyes. Under her palm, she can feel the warmth of his chest. “Thank you.”

[note-boom]

Thinking about all the women I ship dazai with while You shake and shit and cry. ❤️❤️

I'm -

Anon, please, I love you.

But also, wrong blog. Do you not understand how annoyingly I've tag spammed other posts "i dont do ships buuuut..."?

Wait wait wait wait....i just realised after typing in my tags but - but WHAT women?? There's only like....4 viable women to ship Dazai with in this manga....what women??

[sysig]

Haven’t seen you around these parts (Patreon)

[asakamasanobu]

i created this compilation for myself last year (or more like last month tbh) and was so excited to post it once it hit 2023 but then i forgot to post it here and it’s already a third into the month now but IT’S FINE I CAN POST IT ANYWAY ……. MY PRIDE AND JOY MY RICCHAN STOMACH ISSUES VIDEO …..!!!!!!! hell ye

[holytrickster]

the way i started trying to ..start. the silmarillion again and i got so distracted writing my silly little notes in it and then i went down a google rabbit hole about the heraldic devices in it and then about the writing systems that come even before early tengwar and suddenly i look down at the book and I'm not even on the ainulindalë yet 😂