#YOU'RE ADORABLE AND AMAZING

[bluepallilworld]

okay apologies I wanted to have a nice bit of spam and I think that equals just about 5 cups of tea in erm anyway love yourself. I care. I asked. + You're amazing. + You're an angel. + You deserve all the good things in life. + You deserve all the hugs and cuddles. And all the love. And I hope you have amazing days forever.

WHA-

THAT'S SO SWEET

JUST

LOVE

OH BOI THANK YOU SO MUCH

EFFJKVNITBNIYTBO?RNBVNRTV

It's just so sudden-

I got a case of shiny 3 times over that because I reread it a few times

[boxfullaturtles]

"No other choice!?"

I, uh. I dunno if this counts as a redraw anymore. I kinda. Went a little ham on it. Oops. oh no guess i'll have to do another one

HAPPY ONE YEAR @rottmnt-residuum you magnificent story! Residuum my beloved. Residuum that I want injected directly into my bloodstream. Residuum that is my favorite brand of horror and angst. Residuum that brings me so much joy and terror. <3

Original panel:

And there's a timelapse under the cut because what the hell.

[mightymizora]

“In some cultures to the east, around the Sea of Fallen Stars, the feeding of dried fruits to each other is the first step in a marriage contract,” he tells her as her lips close again around his fingers. She smiles, and he is suddenly very aware of the proximity of her teeth. 

I was so lucky to be able to commission the fabulous @mooreaux to illustrate the orange scene from Monster, Mine.

I'm just so thrilled with how it turned out - the textures, the warmth of the colour, the invocation of old religious imagery... aaaa!

Thank you again, I adore it!

[kimtaegis]

an iconic look 💛 for @hobicentric

cr. namuspromised

[backjustforberena]

Watching the HOTD fandom turn in on itself and I'm just here, enjoying my flawed, complex, glorious middle-aged couple who just love one another:

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

-request

Because of Childe’s birthday recently I had a thought, would Legacy have had the same birthday as Childe? Would Legacy know what a birthday is? What about decorating, would Legacy help with decorating? I’m just imagining balloons and glitter everywhere at this point, and probably other shiny things

this year's birthday art was the best thing ever, i am humbly asking for Hoyoverse to give us Foul Legacy birthday art

~ * ~ Foul Legacy's Birthday HCs

Foul Legacy x Reader Genre: Fluff Pronouns: Gender Neutral Warnings: None

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-Foul Legacy doesn’t actually know when his birthday is!! He was more focused on survival than celebration before Childe- Ajax, then- tumbled into the Abyss -It’s only after he ascends to the surface of Teyvat clinging to a mortal’s mind does he learn what birthdays are -He doesn’t really understand at first. Isn’t everyone born? Legacy doesn’t see the point in celebrating something that’s natural and normal -Or, rather, he doesn’t see the need to celebrate HIS birthday. It’s only when Ajax’s first birthday with him rolls around that it sinks in. Ajax is alive and here, Legacy is HAPPY that Ajax was born -There’s a burst of excited, overwhelmed chirps and chitters in the back of Ajax’s head, and he has to hold back laughter as Legacy essentially scrambles around his brain happily -Even so, he still never celebrated his own birthday. He was content just watching his host receive his yearly congratulations; as Childe, Tartaglia, and Ajax -It’s you who decides to finally give him his own little celebration, just a day after Ajax’s. The Harbinger is delighted at the idea, an enormous grin spreading across his face when you ask him to help -Legacy can vaguely sense his thoughts and eagerness, but they’re frustratingly locked away as Childe sometimes does. He can almost SEE his smug grin in his head, letting out an irritated huff -You and Childe spend the whole day preparing- well, YOU do, he helps as much as he can before he’s dragged off to work by his sheepish subordinates even on the weekend, laughing and waving all the while -There are streamers and sparkling ornaments and tiny stars everywhere- no balloons. They terrify the both of you when they pop, and Foul Legacy has claws made to pierce the toughest hides. As something extra special you gather some shiny stones from your rock shelf and place them here and there, chunks of glittering colorful inedible candy -You’re just done setting up when the door opens again, the sun nearly below the horizon in an array of bright reds, oranges, and purples. There’s a crackling static sound as Childe allows Foul Legacy to take control, a pair of crimson horns peeking inside with a curious trill -He lets out a yelp of surprise at the new decorations; you spread your hands with a smile and a singsong “Surprise!” like a mischievous magician, and Legacy’s single crystalline eye goes wide with awe -In less than two seconds you’re suddenly scooped off the floor, his head bumping against yours as he nuzzles and purrs, overjoyed and wings aflutter. Tonight is for him? Just for him? And Ajax doesn’t mind at all? You laugh, smooching his masked cheek with a nod, and Legacy is beside himself with delight -He LOVES sweet treats, especially when you let him taste test something new you tried making, so of course you had to whip up a cake for him to munch on. Although at the moment he seems more engrossed in nibbling and licking your cheek. Eventually you'll get him to take a bite of the pastry, and are met with satisfied coos and a rumble so strong it makes you physically vibrate -All he really needs and wants to have an amazing day is to be near you, so he nudges you over to the couch and promptly snuggles against you, his head pressed into your lap and watching you adoringly. There’s a streamer or two tangled in his horns and claws, the very tip of his tongue sticking out from his fanged maw

-You show Legacy your rock collection. He’s seen it before, but he loves seeing it again and again and hearing you talk about each stone. The purple amethyst from Inazuma is his now, as a little gift, and displayed proudly in his blanket nest room, right next to the tiny glass narwhal you got Ajax. Legacy is extremely careful, they’d both be safest in there -Speaking of blankets, you spent all week making a new, thick quilt for him to bundle himself into, all embroidered with little constellations and whales. His eye glows happily when you present it to him, immediately attempting to crawl underneath it with a muffled chitter of delight -He gently bumps your cheek when you put on some music to play, shaking out his lilac fluff and holding out a hand for you to take, to dance with him. There’s some distant memory of how Ajax would dance at home, and neither of you are well coordinated enough to not end up in a pile on the floor, overcome with beautiful and grumbling laughter

-Playfully you stick a few star-shaped stickers on Legacy’s face, and ponder- if he wore a party hat, would he wear one between his horns or two on top of his horns? You’ll have to ask him next year, when you can find or make decent little hats for the both of you, just like you’ll ask if he wants to help with the decorating, too. This year was a surprise, but you can bet on the Adepti that you’ll be doing it every year afterwards -He shifts in your lap, a yawn pulled from his mouth and showing all his sharp teeth like a cat as he rumbles and croons tiredly, smushing his face against your legs. You put in the effort to celebrate, to make him feel as special as you think he is, and that makes today the perfect birthday

-It’s actually better that you didn’t celebrate it on the same day as Ajax’s birthday- you’re very particular in how you planned everything, not wanting either of your two beloveds to get overshadowed by the other -Foul Legacy still doesn’t know what day he was actually born, and never will. But for all he cares, his real birthday is the day you decided to celebrate him in his entirety

[epickiya722]

I just think they would be friends. I just think they deserve happiness. I just think they're amazing.

[ghostlypanda]

✨SPOILERS FOR PUSS IN BOOTS THE LAST WISH✨

i really wanted to draw attention to this scene here. puss has quite a few panic attacks in this movie, which are undeniably relatable for so many, but in this particular instance, he has perrito to help him calm down and breathe and i think that's so great.

i just love the way it's not made into a joke, or brushed aside as though it's not something that's important to show - especially for someone as confident as puss in boots! the story actually takes a moment for puss to reflect and breathe and talk to someone about his fear. he's made very real and that was a huge deal for me. (இ﹏இ`｡)

[caycanteven]

Careful! Don't get too flustered~

Commission for @ask-underpressure ! Thank you so much for letting me have so much fun with your UnderPressure!Sans!!! I am so glad I could get to bring them to life and fluster them up a bit~ Check out their blog if you want to learn more about their AU! Thank you again for your support, it was a pleasure and so were you! 🫶❤️ Version without text under the cut!

[regular-gnome]

I don’t say it often enough but I freaking LOVE your take on the Archivist lore! With so little canon details to go on, and The Collector arguably an unreliable narrator (through no fault of their own), they are an enigma of the TOH universe with questions of whether their actions are malicious or not. I really like how you have characterized and fleshed them out. And, coming from a background of ecology and veterinary medicine, some of your pieces have hit uncomfortably close to home. And just to clarify, coming from me, that is high praise of your work! love works that make the audience think, reflect and maybe feel a bit uneasy when they do.

Thank you so much! it means a lot to me and Im super happy comics do give off bit of that effect:> I always enjoyed whenever villans or generally antagonists had actual reasons for doing what they do. Its not just evil for the sake of evil, there is some reasoning behind it.. ooor lack of understanding for those affected by their actions. Like Collector wasn't being malicious in wanting to play with everyone. But since they come from an entirely different background and perspective their games can seem malicious from the point of view of someone who only experiences their effects. This concept tied up with ecology and the horrors of space.. just feels like a fun story:p

[upperranktwo]

☆Dabi | Blueflame☆

Happy Birthday Gab ♡ @roronoua

[macabresque]

every once in a while out of absoloutly no where my brain will go "hang painting here?" AGHHHHHHJSJDHHH

agony follows me wherver i go.

[prolix-yuy]

Friends, you have all truly made my week with the sweet reblogs (and re-reads!) of SW!Frankie! Him and Ms J were one of my first stories on this blog, and I've missed writing for them! All of your kind words have given me a little extra pep in my step, a whole lot of appreciation for this community, and some much-needed inspiration. Those two still have a lot of story left, and it's about time I got back to writing it! Thank you for being amazing friends. When it gets rough or crazy or blah, I love coming here and being creative with all of you.

[abysskeeper]

They're parenting their nerdy, awkward, teenage son through his first major breakup encouraging their bestie through an incredibly difficult time and really hoping he doesn't explode.

[varianttess]

ORIGINAL DESIGN BY RUMIAMURA ON TIKTOK AND INSTAGRAM!!!!

so.... human caine..

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

i got a massive brainrot w/ sagau stuff like

do you ever think of how when you play the game and don't advance the main story, what would happen if someone turned aware of it? like ive been putting off starting the liyue archon quest in my alt and it never occurred to me how convenient that we start the quest just as it happens to be the rite of descension.

so like picture this: little npc background chara reader who developed self awareness, either by a vision or something entirely like a glitch, and now since the Traveler has yet to start the aq the day before the rite just loops.

they've practically memorized all of the responses and paths and all the shenanigans because why are they stuck in this loop, why won't the next day just go on already?

so probably out of boredom and maybe desperation, they decided to mess with the Snezhnayan diplomat.

"please go out on a date with me"

they did and they had a good time surprisingly so the next day, reader does it again.

and again.

and again.

until one day, when they're about to do it, something changes. Childe somehow loses control and out comes a furry moth monster. Rather than run away and be terrified, they're excited af because holy shit something new!!!

moth man seemed sentient as well and hugged reader back.

apparently, all those times they went on a date, moth man clearly remembers

just a food for a thought lmao idk how this goes from here

anon, you have the BIGGEST BRAIN EVER, i love this!!!

at first, you're absolutely terrified- waking up over and over in the same day, the exact same scenes playing out before you time and time again, and no one knowing what you're talking about, asking if you're feeling alright or if you've had enough sleep- you feel like you're going insane, trapped in this endless, repetitive nightmare. even if you do something different, everything resets the next day- you can't change anything, warn anyone, or do anything to help stop this madness, and it claws at your being as the days stretch into weeks, then months of a repeating cycle

so one day, on a whim, you stride up to the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger and ask him on a date

he seems surprised at your confidence- it's less confidence and more a steeled resolve to try anything to keep yourself from losing your mind- his boisterous laughter filling the bank as he places his hand in yours and accepts, ocean-colored eyes swirling with emotions you can't quite place. you almost feel guilty, as a citizen of Liyue, for being this close to a Fatuus, but it's fine, because it'll be gone tomorrow- it's just to keep yourself sane

yet, you find that you enjoy your time with Tartaglia more than almost anything else. for the first time in months, you feel happy.

so you go back the next day, and the next, and the next. slowly, you grow more and more attached to the Harbinger and the way he holds your hand so gently, swipes his fingers across your cheek like you're a rare, wonderful treasure, looks at you with all the fondness and affection in the world. soon you're looking at him the same way, daily greetings becoming softer and shoulders becoming less tense as he gazes at you with a combination of delight and astonishment and adoration in his eyes

you wonder, when you're falling asleep on that repeated night, what will happen to you and Tartaglia when time resumes

one day, just like all the others, you wander into the bank to invite the Harbinger out as usual, but find him mysteriously absent. with a frown you survey the building, hoping to see the familiar head of ginger hair but with no luck. Ekaterina directs you upstairs, and it suddenly occurs to you that something has changed, something about the day is different. you climb the stairs and knock on Tartaglia's door, heart thumping in your chest, and when no one answers you crack it open yourself and stare into the single-eyed gaze of a strange monster with fluffy ginger hair

it's certainly Tartaglia's room- you can see his coat hanging on the wall- and when the creature slowly approaches and kneels to your height the resemblance abruptly hits you. this is Tartaglia- the beautiful monster with a crimson mask and sharp claws and a flowing, shimmering cape is the Fatuus you've been falling in love with- and when he cups your cheek in his talons you nearly start crying. Tartaglia- or the Foul Legacy form of him- purrs soothingly as you step into his embrace and lean your head on his shoulder. he looks at you the same way Tartaglia did, except multiplied by however many days you spent at his side, his Abyssal nature recalling every blissful moment, from the anticipation of your arrival to the dreaded goodbye at night. with a soft croon, Foul Legacy gathers you into his arms and sets you in his lap, claws drawing comforting patterns and circles onto your back as your own hands wander up and bury themselves in his copper hair; the Abyssal monster relishes getting to hold you in his arms, having your hands run through his hair, your body leaning against his chest, instead of watching inside Tartaglia's mind and despairing whenever his mortal half forgot you and your blossoming, undying love

somewhere in Teyvat, a clock ticks and moves again