#all of this is imo ofc

[toffeebrews]

Ink sans headcanons!

Disclaimer: I don't claim anything to be canon. Although, I tried to make sure it didn't conflict with canon for the most part. Erm, I also didn't check the tag before I made this, so of any these are canon/popular hcs i didn't know before making this.

Ink has something similar to a bag of holding tied to his belt. He picks up little trinkets in the aus he visits (something small, of course, like a flower!) It can hold an endless amount of objects. It also stands as as way of reminding him of where hes been and who he's met! he puts any gifts he gets there as well.

He has this weird ability that if you point at something he knows the exact hex code and color name it is. Why? Not even he knows, but it may be a creator giving him knowledge somehow thing.

For his paints? They all taste a little different. They taste like, something? But the exact flavor is so vague it's "hard for him to describe". If anything, they taste like a whole bunch of flavors at once. A little overwhelming to the palate. They all differ in sensation as well, fizzy, smooth, milky etc.

(more yapping under the cut)

Consistency wise, they both smell and have the thickness of acrylic paint. Specifically that kinda watery acrylic paint you can get for cheap at a store (like apple barrel).

Each of his vials has three dosages. One vial is like daily usage. But they can sometimes run out unevenly depending on how bad/good that day is (ex: on an extremely bad day, he has to take more of a positive emotions) so he had extra markings to "top off". Given there's no consistent time frame hes in, he just takes them whenever he wakes up. [ note: this particular headcanon was partially inspired by @/the-local-eldritch-microwave headcanon lol ↓]

He can actually last maybe about few days without his vials, but his emotions just become duller after 24-48 hrs. Taking a sharp decline after about 72 hrs. Their mobility and mental health declines with it as well, so he'd rather not wait for the decline to start! haha unless he got stuck in some situation where he had no choice!!! :D haha

He tried chugging all his vials at once for experimentation! He vomited everywhere. He'll not be attempting that again. Too much at once...

He has a reallllyyyy long scarf so he has enough room for all of his notes. It drags behind him and also dramatically blows behind him when there's a draft. It tracks stuff in it, due to its length. The bottom of his scarf is all colorful because of all the crap hes tracked in it! LOL

If he ever needed it, he'd add more fabric to the end for more notes. I guess eventually it would get cartoonishy long. At least, until it became completely impossible to manage.

On that topic, hes actually quite messy. Although, its more in a "organized chaos" sorta way. He knows where everything is, even if you don't. hes also MESSY not dirty very clear distinction!

In my mind the reason Ink would have a gap tooth in my version is when he was a "sketch" his teeth were more uh implied? So when he's born (how the hell would you word that? conceived? idk) he now has a permanent gap tooth.

[arcanegifs]

Here are some Season 2 Arcane GIF comparisons before and after I color and sharpen them! | Season 1 Comparison GIFs

[deswhomst]

james was remus’ best friend and sirius was peter’s

[sleepymccoy]

This feels like a secret but I'm telling you

I've always been a spones girly (and I still am, I love their arguments) but mckirk week is strong on the dash so I tried my hand at it last night and ooh! Jim is a fun pov to write! Knocked out 3k before it even got romantic (the desire is filtered throughout, I'm not writing platonic w a twist ending. He has a crush).

Hope I can finish tonight or tomorrow morning and post still within the week, but even if it's late I know I'm mutual w a few diehard mckirkers so just giving you a heads up ily ❤️

[wonder-worker]

Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husband’s reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster “in the queen’s name” in 1483 – only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.

[enden-k]

OLD MAN????

older man since 30-mid 30s isnt really old but ye, middle-aged vika

(for the ppl who dont follow on sideblog, i mentioned some stuff when answering questions abt it:

basically, humans with the illness he has (parasite) dont have a high life expectancy already. combined w sarans cursed eyes tho vikas life is even shorter, he wont make it to 40 before saran consumes him

[bennetsbonnet]

Pride and Prejudice might lack some of the dramatic edge and bite that makes other Austen novels such as Persuasion or Mansfield Park so compelling, but that doesn't make it an inherently inferior or simplistic novel. Ultimately, your favourite novel is down to personal taste.

I personally love the fact each Austen novel has scores of people who will passionately defend it at a moment's notice.

So, I think it's dangerous to assume that anyone who names Pride and Prejudice as their favourite doesn't 'understand' Jane Austen and to look for contrarian reasons to hold the others above her most famous novel and to build them up while trying to knock Pride and Prejudice down. Rather, there is something to be said for attempting to build the other five up to the place they deserve, alongside the most acclaimed novel, rather than placing it there at P&P's expense. Sure, Northanger Abbey might require more historical context to be truly enjoyable, but there are many relatable sentiments (particularly about the moral panic of women reading novels) once you have enough knowledge to access it.

I enjoy all of her novels and would happily re-read any of them, and I can admit in some areas I perhaps find other novels more satisfying. For example, I think the greatest love story is that of Captain Wentworth & Anne Elliot and that Henry Tilney is an absolute dream; he's definitely the Austen hero I would most want to encounter irl.

Nonetheless, there is something about Pride and Prejudice that draws me in each time and makes it the novel I reach for, whatever mood I'm in.

Why is it my favourite and the one I always pick up to re-read? There are many factors but, idk... sometimes it isn't for a deeper reason other than a desire to to escape The Horrors and bury myself in a story full of multi-layered yet surprisingly funny characters, while I enjoy experiencing Mr Darcy and Elizabeth finding their way to each other once more.

[burningcheese-merchant]

The pepperjacks are multiplying-😭😭😭

The Pepper Jacks are a hive mind. The Pepper Jacks are Legion 🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀

(Mine is the only one that's blue, though. Thank goodness haha. I'd seen like a billion Pepper Jacks by the time I started making mine and wanted mine to be as unique as possible. He was, and still is from what I've seen, the one and only blue one. The Pepper Jacks are all beautiful, one-of-a-kind branches sprouting from the same tree 🥹)

[poolseason]

Watching through the Owl House again reminds me how much I loved the Emperor’s Coven as villains. The concept, the scout designs, Belos’s backstory, his PRESENCE, the drama between the coven heads, all the gags and comedic bits with the scouts. Idk probably one of my all time favorite villain groups in fiction, any episode related to Belos had me seated.

[hauntingofhouses]

(concept art of young taigen - source ; art credit: @abigaillarson)

i cannot get over this concept art of young taigen. god.

just look at this angry bratty boy, too many feelings that he doesnt know what to do with! an abused 9 year old kid in poverty always playing with sticks in the dirt, obsessed with greatness and dreaming to escape his decrepit village—and he does!

he does escape. he runs away. this angry little boy, all claws and teeth and biting words uttered with a lisp, going on the run into a world he's never seen before until he makes his way to kyoto. and knowing him he probably forced his way in to be accepted by the dojo, growling and kicking even as he's thrown out, back into the streets, too stubborn to take no for an answer and never knowing when to give up.

taigen calls mizu a dog, weak, an orphan, a scrawny street urchin. but i can't help but think that he feels so bold to use those words because he had them spat at him too.

because taigen had the idea of "this is how the world is" beat into him from birth. he learned quickly that if you couldn't beat the world you could join it. but that meant losing your way, your values, your principles. and isn't that what true honour is? not just titles and status and glory?

we don't get to see what taigen, as a child surrounded by peers encouraging and goading him on, would've actually done if that meteor hadn't fallen right in front of them at that very moment. would he have really tried to throw that stone on mizu, killing her? we don't know.

but we do see what taigen (his true self, with no one around) does, when presented with the same opportunity. when mizu passes out in front of him, unconscious and near death, vulnerable, the path to restoring his honour lays itself out for him on a silver platter. and he wants to take it, wants to kill mizu, to claim what is his and return to kyoto and get back everything he'd worked tooth and nail for. he feels like it's what he should do. but he doesn't.

and later, again he is presented with the chance to betray mizu, likely offered by heiji shindo to get his rank reinstated within the shindo dojo. and again, taigen doesn't take it. he refuses. "stupidly loyal," fowler calls him later. loyal, like a dog.

because now, pulled away from the sneering looks and jeering words of people around him, telling him that this is what the world is, taigen had met ringo and mizu, two outcasts who refuse to follow a predetermined path to greatness. and so inside something blooms in him. something like hope. a chance to live in a world that doesn't kick you down every chance it gets, to live in a world where genuine kindness and and love and friendship and even weakness is possible, allowed to simply exist without fear.

because he'd been running away from the very idea of it the whole time. when he ran from kohama, he never looked back, never wanted to remember what it was like to be a child, afraid and hungry and angry and hurting, without the words to make sense of it, desperately wishing for something. something more. he doesn't know what. but he hears stories of great swordsmen and decides, yes, this must be it. this is what i want: glory, greatness. the twisted seed gets planted and thrives in this barren land.

and when he returns to kohama with mizu and ringo, he at last is forced to stop running. he must face the child within him again, and he tells that child to put down the stones in his hand, tells him to stop barking at anything that moves or looks at him wrong.

the child drops the stone, and taigen buys dumplings instead, gives them to mizu. the child within him, wide-eyed at the prospect of friendship, moves him to pick up a hammer and toss it to mizu. he's smiling inside even as he does it; giggling like a kid hiding a silly prank. as soon as mizu drops the hammer after him, he leaps at her, tackling her to the ground and they wrestle and laugh unbridled like two children playing while the adults aren't around to barge in and yell at them.

and then his gaze catches on mizu's lips, he stares into mizu's eyes, a sparkling blue, inviting like the open sea in good weather.

it's a man's desire that takes hold then, the child in him sinking away again, and he curses himself for it, because it ruins the moment.

everything goes to shit from there, and then it's back to being a man, back to putting on his grown-up's armour to play hero.

it fails. the shogun dies. fowler's beatings reopen all the wounds left by heiji shindo's torture. "honour is meaningless," mizu tells him. "nothing comes from being a samurai but death."

the words follow him, and he follows the words.

as everything burns down, he runs, leaving the fire behind him, and sees akemi, as well as the verdure of spring behind her, calling him. he does not hesitate then to hold his hand out to her, inviting her to come with him. "i don't want to be great," he says. "i just want to be happy."

what is happiness to him? perhaps he doesn't know it yet, or perhaps he does. but really, i believe happiness is what the child in him always wanted but never received. happiness is a home.

[love-songs-for-emma]

‼️ VAMPIRE QUESTION TIME ‼️ [MORAL DILEMMAS ALERT🚨]

if your significant other/best friend were turned into a vampire, would you want them to turn you into one too?

and, vice versa,

if you were turned into a vampire, would you want to turn your significant other/best friend into one too?

[gothicrepetitions]

This episode is so important to me in how much Sam and Dean are just shown delighted at each other, like these people Like each other So Much. Not just love but like. Important to me to sort of find that balance of how their dynamic is toxic and stifling and harmful but also that they also really do like each other as people and the fact that they can spend hours upon hours in that car together is testament to that. And how either thing doesn’t negate the other. And how they navigate through it all together for better or worse

[lunarin64art]

V3 Chapter 4: Halloween Edition

[gatekeeper-of-witchcraft]

I love that the muscles I’m building are like, my real, physical body. it isn’t an artifice I’ve painted on my face, it isn’t a costume or artificial surgical or drug outcome. it’s partly cosmetic, yes, but it’s real, physical strength. its empowerment. it’s me, inextricable from me.

[vagueeyes]

INSIDE NO. 9 | S3E5 "Diddle Diddle Dumpling"

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Batman Annual #25

Before Talia took him in, before he was dunked in the pit to have his memories restored, even when operating purely on survival instinct, he always split a meal with the other homeless people. It may not have been essential to his survival, but caring about and helping other people when he couldn’t even help himself was just always such an intrinsic part of Jason’s core.