#This got darker then I intended.

[chalkrub]

svanhildr my beloved returns

[haunted-xander]

Looking for an angel

[kkoct-ik]

yttd doodle requesties from today

[foxprints]

Transport Crate

[arielluva]

screenshot redraw! though i took creative liberty in making it rain here even though it isnt (yet) in the screenshot bc i thought it'd be cool (i also enjoy drawing water droplets)

there are two versions of the drawing here, the first one is edited for mobile to get it to look closer to my intended colors, while the second one is the original from my computer. the third image here being the original screenshot, lol

[shakingparadigm]

what is the theory that ivan manipulated the event where till and mizi met the wagyein?

It's not a theory, actually! It's confirmed that Ivan orchestrated the whole event. The true reason as to why however is still unknown. The information provides more context to this scene, though:

During the earlier times of ALNST the most rational explanation for this scene was that Till ran after a flower crown (presumably Mizi's) and Ivan followed him in out of curiosity. Now we know that Ivan was conveniently just standing there because he was waiting.

Side note, I find it heartbreaking (and maybe a little funny, sorry) that Till most likely didn't notice Ivan in this scene. That's just like him, isn't it. Always too busy running after Mizi while Ivan trails behind, an ever-present shadow.

I'm not sure how Ivan manipulated the circumstances for both of them to end up there, but it is confirmed that everything was intentional. What strikes me most is how they describe this particular scene:

I can't copy down what they said word-for-word (Patreon info), but they described Ivan watching "creepily" as Till and Mizi are faced with danger. We know that Ivan was familiar with the Cerberus wagyein beforehand, enough to touch its teeth and even to rest himself inside its maw. To Ivan, the wagyein is not dangerous, but to Till and Mizi, it could be. Ivan prepared the wagyein, led them there, and watched "creepily" from afar as Till fell on his knees, seemingly injured.

The closest I can get to making sense of Ivan's "scheme" is that he wanted to see how other children would react in a dangerous situation. Ivan's always been an observer, after all, and he's learned to survive by copying the more "normal" behaviors of his peers. This situation occured when Ivan was still young and had not yet developed his more charming mask, so perhaps he staged this encounter to study a situational response, to learn and mimic the emotion of fear. And what better subjects for the experiment than two of the most expressive and reactive humans of their batch? It helps that he was already fixated on Till beforehand, too. I think Ivan became irreversibly obssessed after this incident, especially since it's framed as a turning point in Ivan's life, comparing Till to the stars.

This is just my attempt at an interpretation, though. It could very well be for another reason. He most likely chose Till and Mizi specifically for personal reasons, not just for reaction. I'm still not sure on the purpose behind the whole thing.

The team wanted to capture Ivan's "dark emotions" through the shot of his stalking, which could relate to his more sinister intentions. His gaze can be read in a few different ways, though. Curiosity, interest, fear, etc. Maybe that's why they decided to redraw the shot in ROUND 6.

I think this better sells the feeling they were trying to convey.

[trainsinanime]

People use "no beta we die like <character>", but I feel you can cause a lot of emotional devastation by exploring the original "like men" as well:

No beta we die like men

No beta we die like men - unwilling to ask for directions, even though we're clearly lost

No beta we die like men - afraid to admit we don't know everything

No beta we die like men - too occupied with vague ideas of "honour" and "independence" and "masculinity" to ask for the help we need

No beta we die like men - trapped in the illusion that unnecessary risk and unnecessary failure is somehow honorable

No beta we die like men - because we've been taught lies about how community is weakness and for girls and we've not managed to get over that

[bee-sidebranch]

Dumping some spec bio doodles here so i can delete them from my tablet there's light body horror under the cut i warned you ok good

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Hades with a human lover who's cursed with immortality? S/O hates their immortal life but doesn't want to abandon him so they just ignore their suffering.

He’d come home, late into the evening, and before Hades made it to the door he knew what was waiting for him.

He tried very hard to be home at a reasonable hour. But with his siblings and other gods it was often difficult to accomplish anything that was ‘reasonable’. Still, he made every effort to be charming and congenial when he greets them. “Hello my love. Have you had a nice day?”

“Same as always.”

Hades sighed at their tone. It was going to be one of those conversations.

When left alone, they had time to think. And when they had time to think, they had time to think on their life. And when they had time to think on their life, they usually became depressed and despondent like this. Not the lively, bubbly, personable [Y/N] they had fallen in love with.

Hades had met the mortal [Y/N] centuries ago. Perhaps even longer than that, as for a God it was hard to tell. They had fallen in love. Madly. Passionately. But he knew as with all mortals their lives were unbearably short. One blink for him and their whole life was gone. He couldn’t see them lost with the souls in the Styx, or felt he could live in a world without them in it. So, for the first time in his existence, Hades refused.

Since he would never take their soul, they were left essentially immortal. At first they hadn’t minded. They had been elated when they found out actually. To be together forever was no longer soft words they told each other in the dark but a real reality.

But time went on. The world changed.

Friends and family they once also called on were long since dust. New friends also slipped through their fingers like sand.

They were immortal but not impervious. Years of sickness and age afflicted them. Their beauty & physical body only intact because he asked Aphrodite to bless them so when he figured it out. But their mind was a different story.

The mortal mind was not meant to carry on this long. It was not meant to carry the weight of time for an immortal life. They had changed. Often times not for the better. But Hades still loved them. So he was willing to love this new person as well.

“Tomorrow then, why don’t we do something different. We could go for a picnic by the Golden Gates. Take a trip to the stars. Whatever you want my love.”

“Are you ever going to let me go?”

It’s the only thing they have ever asked him for these days. No more presents. No more trips around the world. They want to be free of all this. For Hades to just let them go. But as Hades gripped their hand tighter in his, a subconscious physical action to his emotional state of not being able to let go, he told them. “I’m sorry. I can’t.” He knew it was selfish. He knew it was wrong. He knew that his duty as their lover and God of Death would be to release them from this and finally give them peace to return to the ether. But he couldn’t.

“I’ll go arrange for our picnic tomorrow.” He leaned in to kiss their cheek. They don’t pull away from him but don’t reciprocate. “Tomorrow will be a better day my love. You’ll see.”

He left them alone again. Confident they would sit their all evening as they didn’t sleep and had given up a long time ago in trying to hurt themselves to end this curse he’d inflicted on them.

One day he would be strong enough to release them. One day he would be strong enough to let them go.

He wondered who gods prayed to when they needed things? Perhaps he would think on it while he prepared their outing for tomorrow.

[chasingfictions]

shaunajackie + lyrics

[florence + the machine - "mermaids" || sarah kinsley - "oh no darling" || sarah kinsley - "lovegod" || florence + the machine - "sky full of song" || queen - "somebody to love" || taylor swift - "you're on your own kid" || mitski - "nobody"]

[jsbashirmd]

@lietwice sent:

[ smooth ] sender takes their time caressing over every part of receiver's body

Their first moment alone. After the camp and the rescue and the incredible mess of feelings that was watching Garak suffer through hell to save them all. After the gut-wrenching revelation that people hadn't even known he was gone--that a changeling had picked up his life...

But now it's just them. Julian hasn't even gone back to his quarters. He took what was possibly the longest shower of his life, dressed in newly-replicated boxer briefs that he could be certain the changeling had never worn, and laid himself down on Garak's bed, which somehow feels safer than his own now. And now he's being petted, which he can hardly blame Garak for with the mess of fur he's grown out in captivity. If nothing else, it's a novelty, and Julian does enjoy the feeling of Garak's hands carding through the hair on his chest.

"Garak?" he finally says, when hands rise to touch his face. He doesn't stop them, of course. "Did you think I was alive? When you realized, I mean. Did you believe I was alive or did you think I'd been killed for the changeling to take my place?"

[smileysvech]

you said that I always seem to land on my feet, but I got problems hanging like a chain ‘round my neck

calgary - Tate McRae

think later moodboard series masterlist

tagging: @pyotrkochetkov @andreisvechnikov @ahoist @tinyhockey @hoesforthecanes @thesvechnikov @thewintersoldierdisaster @senditcolton @laurenairay

[liquidstar]

oc req i got from a friend on cohost for these two hanging out! which eventually turned into me thinking "what if this is just saiph walking up to ramus unprompted on Guild Beach Day, but ramus fully forgot who he was since they last met" and that concept was funny enough to me that thats what the drawing became

but still, here's an edited (technically original) version under the cut bc i think eventually they start to talk for real anyway lol

[uncuteart]

Your attempt to honor your god just took out His favorite heretic. Rejoice! You will soon know the destruction you seek.

[byanyan]

while a lot of people find enclosed, confined spaces claustrophobic, byan actually finds they feel very safe and comforted in such places. maybe not for extended periods of time or anything, but when it comes to sleeping or taking a bit of time to calm down? they're perfect. especially on those days where they're experiencing hypervigilance, when there's something relieving about knowing that there's no one else with them and knowing that there's only one point of entry — if someone's going to attack them, they know where it'll be coming from.

it's not all that uncommon to find them napping in closets or, to a lesser extent, under beds, or even inside large cupboards if there's enough space. it's been a habit since they were a child, although they couldn't tell you exactly when it started.

[onemorestrangeronthestreet]

Hi this is something I wrote a while back about after the strike

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Jack wasn't satisfied. He wasn't satisfied with the win. He boasted about the accomplishments they've made, but it was all to hide his true feelings. He stayed up for many nights, making sure everybody was alright, cause he felt it was his responsibility. There was hidden terror, hidden guilt, hidden feelings of worthlessness. But he kept up a proud front, cause that's what he wanted the others to see

Crutchie wasn't happy. He wasn't happy to be back. He cracked a smile to comfort the others, but it wasn't the same smile as before. He gave his food to the others, cause that's what he was used to in the refuge. There were hidden bruises, hidden scars, hidden tears. But he kept up a happy front, cause that's what he wanted the others to see.

Race wasn't clueless. He wasn't clueless about what his brothers were going through. He told a joke to make the others laugh, but he did it to not let them in on his worry. He kept a close eye on his boys, cause he knew they always did the same for him. There were hidden thoughts, hidden words not said, hidden anxieties. But he kept up a careless front, cause that's what he wanted the others to see.