#dynamic elements

[gigivas]

1K GIGI Prompts Collections 'Whimsical Coffee Cup: Vibrant Abstract Rendering' 5845 Free 10 pages out of 1000 pages

Get Free 10 pages MTMEVE00556G_106_0001 – 1K GIGI Prompts Collections – Whimsical Coffee Cup, Vibrant Abstract Rendering 5845 10PagesDownload 1K GIGI Prompts Collections ‘Whimsical Coffee Cup: Vibrant Abstract Rendering’ 5845 series provides two documents, one document is 10 pages of prompts in 1000 pages, available for free download. One document is the complete 1000 pages of prompts, this is…

[pukicho]

Oi oi oi... My original release, Spirited Away Away Away Away Away Away is now REMASTERED. Six years, and lotsa newfound knowledge on mastering later, and here we are. Now you may listen to it as though your ears have been UNMASKED, cleaned of mud and sludge.

And for those asking, BANDCAMP will start getting new things often,

Check out the song on BANDCAMP IN LOSSLESS + Hear the difference between the old version :)

And on Soundcloud too!

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[stardustnmypocket]

I really like them a lot🔥💧

[vaguely-concerned]

do you think that when rook stumbles out of the fade prison and through the eluvian to safety, there's a moment of everyone standing around in joyous (and probably exhausted) disbelief, where lucanis meets their gaze and recognizes the look of tremulous, hesitant uncertainty in their eyes -- that tentativeness of someone who feels they stand on the threshold of madness and one wrong move can send them over, the terror of something finally breaking apart in your head in a way that can never come back together and be whole again; the helpless is this truly happening? is this real? are you really here? confusion that verges on pleading. (the last time they saw him, he was dead. the last time they lost someone, their mind fractured around it for weeks, months, to spare them the knowledge, and they couldn't tell. until they could, and by then it was all too late. how could you know it's not all happening again? how could you not fear that it might be?)

yeah, lucanis recognizes that look immediately and with an instinctive visceral wave of empathy. because it's how he's felt so many times looking at them. anyway. anyone ever think about isabela's comment that lucanis looks at rook like he's afraid they're a fever dream. me neither

[aventurineswife]

Hi again :3 as mentioned I'm just gonna write these down as to not forget and you'll get here eventually

Platonic Boothill, Aventurine, Ratio and Jing Yuan meeting reader's biological father who is responsible for their mother's death and is generally just an awful person but wants to get his child back for reasons unknown.

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Platonic Relationships, Found Family, Protective, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy (or Bittersweet) Ending, Justice & Retribution, Revenge Themes, Confrontation, Subtle Whump, Power Displays, Strong Bonds, Reader Has a Dark Past, Mentorship Elements.

Warnings: Mentions of Parental Abuse & Neglect (emotional, possibly physical), Mentions of Murder (reader’s father killed their mother), Emotional Manipulation & Gaslighting (father trying to reclaim the reader), Mild to Moderate Violence, Themes of Found Family vs. Toxic Biological Family, Confrontation Scenes, Reader Processing Trauma.

Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling

Boothill sat on a barrel, one leg crossed over the other, fingers toying with a bullet between his fingers. His eyes gleamed under the dim light of the saloon, narrowing as he regarded the man across from him—your father.

"You got some nerve, showin’ up here after all these years," Boothill drawled, twirling the bullet before snapping it between his fingers. "What’s the play, huh? You waltz in, say a few pretty words, and think you can take ‘em back like nothin’ happened?"

Your father sneered. "I don’t need to justify myself to some gunslinger freak."

Boothill’s grin widened, sharp teeth flashing like a predator scenting weakness. "See, that’s where you’re wrong. ‘Cause you ain't talkin’ to just me. You’re talkin’ to the one who made sure they never had to go back to you. You’re talkin’ to the man who sees right through your lies."

You stood behind Boothill, fists clenched, emotions tangled. He had always been the first to step up when you couldn’t, shielding you from the past you’d tried to escape.

"You killed their mother," Boothill continued, voice devoid of its usual humor. "And now you think you can come back, like you got some kinda right?" He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You lost that right the moment you pulled the trigger."

Your father scowled but didn’t move. Boothill stood up, slow and deliberate. "Now, I ain’t the law. I don’t got a badge. But I got my own way of dealin’ with muddle-fudger like you."

The mechanical plates in his fingers shifted as his hand hovered over his revolver.

"You best turn ‘round and leave, partner. Before I put you in the ground like the outlaw you are."

Your father took one last look at you. You felt the weight of his stare, the years of pain he’d inflicted. But with Boothill standing beside you, unwavering, you knew—you were never going back.

And your father knew it too.

Aventurine leaned back in his chair, fingers laced behind his head as he regarded the man before him—your father. His signature smirk was in place, but his eyes were cold, calculating.

"Ah, family reunions. Always so dramatic," he mused, adjusting the golden rings on his fingers. "But you see, I have a rule against bad investments. And you, my dear sir, are the worst kind."

Your father scoffed. "This is none of your concern. I came for my child."

Aventurine exhaled, feigning disappointment. "So predictable. You don’t actually care about them, do you? No, no, you just don’t like losing something you think belongs to you."

You stiffened beside Aventurine, but his presence was like a wall between you and the man who had haunted your nightmares.

Your father’s lips curled into a sneer. "What do you even know about it?"

"Oh, plenty," Aventurine replied smoothly, swirling the wine glass in his hand before setting it down with a clink. "See, I know the type. Men who think they own what they destroy. Men who kill and expect forgiveness. Men who show up after years of absence and think they still hold the cards."

He leaned forward, eyes glinting. "But here’s the thing—I rigged the deck before you even sat down."

A tense silence filled the air.

Aventurine smiled. "They’re not going with you. And I suggest you leave before the stakes get... lethal."

Your father hesitated, but there was something in Aventurine’s gaze, something dangerous beneath the charm. He knew when he was outmatched.

He turned sharply and walked away.

Aventurine leaned back, sighing theatrically. "Honestly, predictable men bore me."

You exhaled, tension leaving your shoulders. "Thank you."

He winked. "What are friends for, if not for running conmen like him out of town?"

Ratio stood between you and your father, arms crossed, his piercing gaze unwavering. His alabaster mask rested on the table, revealing his sharp eyes—the kind that saw through deception with ease.

"I fail to understand the logic in your request," Ratio said coolly, tilting his head. "You claim to want them back, yet you were the one who ensured they had no home to return to."

Your father clenched his jaw. "They’re my blood."

Ratio’s lips curled slightly in amusement. "Blood is merely biological happenstance. It has no bearing on worth or responsibility." He took a step forward, and though he did not raise his voice, there was an undeniable weight to his words. "You ended their mother’s life. And now, you dare demand theirs?"

Your father’s expression twisted in frustration, but Ratio’s calm, intellectual disdain was an impenetrable wall.

"Pathetic," Ratio remarked. "Your mind is so small, so desperately clinging to control you do not have. Tell me, have you truly convinced yourself that you deserve their forgiveness?"

Your father flinched.

Ratio smiled, but it held no warmth. "You are nothing but a relic of a past they’ve outgrown. Be grateful for that mercy and leave before I decide to educate you in a more... permanent manner."

Your father hesitated for only a moment before turning and vanishing into the night.

Ratio glanced at you. "Are you all right?"

You nodded, exhaling shakily. "I think so."

Ratio adjusted his cuffs, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. "Good. Then let us never speak of that fool again."

Jing Yuan sat, eyes calm but unreadable as he regarded your father. The General’s fingers drummed softly against the wooden desk, the only sound in the otherwise suffocating silence.

"You are asking for something that is no longer yours," Jing Yuan finally said, voice smooth yet firm. "And after what you have done, I wonder… do you truly believe you deserve it?"

Your father sneered. "This is none of your concern."

Jing Yuan chuckled softly, though there was no amusement in it. "You are mistaken. Everything concerning their safety is my concern."

Your father’s confidence wavered.

Jing Yuan leaned forward, resting his chin against his hand. "I have led armies, quelled rebellions, and negotiated peace among the stars. I have seen men like you, men who believe power grants them ownership over others." His gaze sharpened. "You are mistaken yet again."

Your father opened his mouth, but Jing Yuan’s next words left no room for argument.

"They are under my protection. I do not take that duty lightly."

The weight of authority in his tone was absolute. A silent warning.

Your father stiffened, realizing he had lost. Without another word, he turned and left.

Jing Yuan sighed, looking at you with a faint, knowing smile. "A shame, really. I had half a mind to throw him in a cell."

You chuckled weakly. "I wouldn’t have stopped you."

Jing Yuan placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "You are safe now. That is all that matters."

[sengenism]

ahhh magic vs science!

the fact that science is akin to magic in the eyes of the primitive villagers and this is where senku and gen blend in together so seamlessly

because gen is in his element when he works his magic tricks and mentalism, and senku, the science guy, is usually there behind the scenes helping gen to pull them off without a hitch

and the role they're playing here is like that of a magician and his assistant! as always, the irony of senku initially hating gen's scam-y magic tricks but ends up helping gen with them now always gets to me. it's just wonderful how they met in a such strange and absurd world where science is magic, and so, they too become one

[sneakydraws]

like i said. some kinda crack they put in the soma dynamic it cant just be nostalgia for my 2012 otp. it feels like straight yaoi somehow

[normal-thoughts-official]

It's actually insane how brave Wyll is when it comes to Mizora. Not only by not killing Karlach but also all the small ways he defies her - calling her an asshole, saying she's full of shit, even when Mizora is literally choking him he's still telling her that she's a liar. Whenever she shows up it's pretty much guaranteed that she will have to threaten him with lemurehood because he simply refuses to play nice. Even if it accomplishes absolutely nothing and in fact is actively dangerous to sass her

And like. Of course this ties in with how Wyll has pretty much nonexistent self preservation skills and a sense of moral fortitude so strong he can't even pretend to not be hostile towards her. But i also think it ties with Mizora's obsession with him

Because while we all know Mizora is evil and annoying on principle and all that shit, she seems to be particularly interested in tormenting Wyll. I have to assume shit like putting a tracker on him and showing up randomly just to spite him and staying in camp just to be annoying even after the contract is over are Wyll specials, because if she did this to every single one of her warlocks then she would have time for nothing the fuck else. And we know from Karlach that she's generally more worried about sucking Zariel's toes, so

(Also, I've been told that in early access she was like... Straight up jealous if you romanced Wyll, so, again. Obsessed with him in particular)

I always got the impression that she was so evil and annoying to him because she was overcompensating. Mizora is a cambion, which means she's half human, which means that in Hell's hierarchy she is fucking trash. Even the official cambion lore states that they are often rejected in both realms and struggle to earn one of their parents' approval. And it's obvious that in Mizora's case she's aiming to be accepted in the Hells.

I've seen some people claim that Mizora is too cartoonishly evil, and while that is objectively true... I think it works precisely because it's so cartoonish. I'm thinking particularly of how she describes her home in the Hells being all "oh, how I adore it, the delicious agony of it all". It's so over the top it's eyeroll worthy. I don't think Zariel herself would be Like This about it

In other words: Mizora is a tryhard

And Karlach even implies that Mizora resented her because she was Zariel's favorite, which is why I think Mizora's tryhardness was intentional as opposed to just a lazily written villain. She wants to fit in the Hells so bad it makes her look stupid. And she never will, because no matter how over the top she is about being Generically Evil, she is simply not that powerful or important.

So she overcompensates, and then she uses Wyll as her punching bag. If her own superiors will always see her as vermin, then at least she can cope with that by treating others that way as well.

But like I said, she will have no time left to suck Zariel's toes if she spends all her time tormenting every single warlock under her patronage, so the question is: why Wyll?

Obviously his unwavering goodness is the biggest reason. His soul is already damned and yet he refuses to be selfish with the time he has left on the material plane. Mizora can own him, but she can't corrupt him, and that makes her hate him. The fact that even despite her best efforts he is still recognized and beloved as a hero has got to sting too, considering she tries so fucking hard to be the Evilest Cashier In Hell or whatever. And the fact that he still manages to belong in his world (however isolated and lonely he obviously is) despite his connection to hers and she can't belong in her world because of her connection to his... Well, jealousy is to be expected.

But I think his refusal to play nice with her also plays a big role.

There's the obvious "this makes her resent him even more" factor; if Mizora wants to feel superior, it must piss her off to no end that Wyll refuses to bow to her, even if he does her bidding.

But, paradoxically, this also makes her feel more powerful.

Because at the end of the day, she does own Wyll's soul, and he does have to do her bidding, even if he doesn't go quietly. And the fact that he hates her so openly makes it all the more satisfying to have him do what she wants anyway. In Wyll's words, "the more bullshit she pulls, the more [he's] forced to swallow". His hatred for her is exactly why she wants him so bad, even though she obviously hates him just as much.

And so this is why she's so desperate to get Wyll's soul back, and why, even if he breaks the pact, she still makes it a point to stay in camp just to fucking spite him. Because Wyll is the only warlock that actually makes her feel appropriately Powerful and Evil, if we assume that her other warlocks are simply not as good aligned as Good Alignment Georg or even just don't want the trouble of spiting her for no reason. She can be obeyed and tolerated and maybe even revered by the other warlocks, but only Wyll can make her feel like an absolute, inescapable power. Because the other warlocks choose to obey her. Wyll makes it clear that he has to, and thus, she feels like she is mighty.

And obviously I know that the whole "person who has it all is obsessed with the one person who doesn't obey them" trope is a well known cliche, but I think Mizora and Wyll's dynamic is unique in that Mizora doesn't actually want to make Wyll bow to her and respect her as an authority; she wants him to fight back so she can feel like she's winning.

(And, of course, because Mizora doesn't actually have it all; she's just a petty errand girl who wants to feel special)

So, yeah. Wyll's incredible bravery in constantly defying her is exactly why she is so eager to keep him

[gigivas]

1K GIGI Prompts Collections 'Stunning Pancake Tower: Hyperrealistic Delight' 5779 Free 10 pages out of 1000 pages

Get Free 10 pages MTMEVE00549G_37_0001 – 1K GIGI Prompts Collections – Stunning Pancake Tower, Hyperrealistic Delight 5779 10PagesDownload 1K GIGI Prompts Collections ‘Stunning Pancake Tower: Hyperrealistic Delight’ 5779 series provides two documents, one document is 10 pages of prompts in 1000 pages, available for free download. One document is the complete 1000 pages of prompts, this is a…

[katabay]

desmond & friends modern day assassin sequences…..I miss you……..

[emmyrosee]

when you start dating osamu, you find yourself playfully battling with suna over him and osamu just buries his face in his hands bc you’re both ridiculous like what do you mean “you were here first” suna-

[peppermint-moss]

Just managed to finish this before uni started! you can watch this Beings animation meme on my YT now :>

This is a remake of my old beings animation meme from 2018 (SIX years ago wagh!!!) I wanted something quick and easy to practice animating in clip studio paint and this was perfect for that. and it turned out so cutee

commission info || ko-fi (tip jar)

+bonus gif of the lil guy spinning (cw flashing lights):

whee!!

[bastart13]

Some designs for an Avatar Legend of Korra/The Last Airbender generation swap AU!

Korra is now the 14 year old airbending Avatar, found a century after the Fire Nation started their war. She's found by Asami, a non-bending member of the Northern Water Tribe and together they set off to find Korra a way of mastering airbending, spirituality, and defeating the Fire Nation.

Bolin and Mako are children of the Fire Nation colonies, both forced to hide their bending (now firebending and earthbending respectively) and make whatever living they can as orphans until Bolin meets Korra and through hijinks, convinced Mako to let them accompany them.

Then Opal is the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe, fiercely protected and hidden away by her family despite her desperation to use her skill to help people, and Prince Wu is the disgracefully soft Fire Nation Prince, banished for speaking out about the war and forbidden to return until he captures the Avatar and regains his honour.

[artbyblastweave]

There's a longer post to be made on this topic (which I'm working on) but I think a lot of the MCU is downstream of the writers noticing that a lot of the grandfathered-in genre-standard superheroic elements legitimately didn't make a lot of characterization sense for most of the core Avengers roster, before proceeding to make several films demonstrating exactly why those elements stuck around in the comics for so long regardless of how little sense they made

[aventurineswife]

Hello I was watching tangled and I got an idea for a request, what if the reader, who uses a frying pan like Rapunzel, was present during the 2.4 and 2.5 quests and then used it to smack their opponents upside the head from behind, I just thought it'd be funny to see how the characters would react to it.

Frying Pan Saves The Day!

Tags: Feixiao x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Moze x Reader, Action-Adventure, Humor, Crack Fic Elements, Battle Scenes, Unconventional Weaponry, Found Family Dynamics, Light Angst.

Warnings: Violence, Injuries, Emotional Themes, Mild Language, Comedic Violence, Dark Undertones.

A/N: Thought of adding March and Yunli but I ran out of motivation and ideas 😔😪💔

The battlefield was chaos. The abominations swarmed the Xianzhou Yaoqing like an unrelenting tide, their screeches rising above the clang of steel and the cries of wounded soldiers. Feixiao moved like a whirlwind. Her twin glaives glinted under the dim starlight, slicing through the enemy ranks with an elegance that belied the brutal carnage.

Amid the chaos, you crept through the fray, armed not with a weapon of celestial craftsmanship but an ordinary frying pan. The ridiculousness of it all wasn’t lost on you, but desperate times called for creative measures. You hadn’t intended to be here, but an unfortunate teleportation mishap left you smack in the middle of Feixiao’s mission.

“Stay back!” Feixiao barked at you mid-swing, her eyes narrowing as she cleaved an abomination clean in two. “You’re unarmed!”

“I’m armed!” you shot back, brandishing your frying pan with mock pride.

She glanced at your makeshift weapon and blinked in disbelief. “What—?”

Before she could finish her sentence, one of the creatures lunged at her from behind. Reacting on pure instinct, you swung the frying pan with all your might, the metallic clang resonating through the battlefield. The abomination crumpled to the ground, its grotesque head dented like a crumpled can.

Feixiao stared at you, dumbfounded. “Did you just—?”

“Hit it with a frying pan? Yes. Yes, I did.” you replied smugly, twirling the pan like it was the most natural thing in the world.

For a moment, the great Vanquishing General looked utterly lost for words. Then she threw her head back and laughed—a hearty, genuine laugh that echoed across the battlefield. “You’re either incredibly brave or absurdly foolish. Perhaps both.”

The battle resumed, and you found yourself trailing Feixiao, bonking abominations on the head whenever they got too close. To your surprise, the soldiers began cheering you on, some even mimicking your frying-pan antics with their shields.

When the battle was finally over, Feixiao sheathed her glaives and approached you. “You’re either a lunatic or a genius. Either way, I’m keeping you around,” she declared with a grin. “But next time, I’ll make sure you’re armed with something better than… that.”

“What’s better than a frying pan?” you teased.

“Literally anything,” she deadpanned, though the amused glint in her eye betrayed her true feelings.

The tension in the infirmary was palpable. Jiaoqiu worked tirelessly, his hands moving with practiced precision despite his blindness. His irises, dull and unseeing, remained fixed ahead as he administered his unique "nine-square grid" formula to the wounded.

You stood at his side, offering assistance where you could. The sudden attack on the outpost had left the infirmary understaffed, and you were determined to help in any way possible—even if it meant wielding your trusty frying pan against the incoming threat.

The doors burst open, and a wave of corrupted enemies flooded the room. Jiaoqiu didn’t flinch, his calm demeanor unshaken. “Protect the patients,” he instructed softly, his voice a balm amidst the chaos. “I will continue my work.”

“Got it,” you replied, gripping your frying pan like a knight preparing for battle.

The first abomination to approach you met the flat side of your pan with a resounding clang. It stumbled backward, its grotesque face now sporting a comical dent. You swung again, this time catching another creature on the side of its head. One by one, they fell, and the frying pan became a surprising force of justice.

Jiaoqiu paused mid-preparation, his ears twitching at the sound. “What… is that noise?”

“That, Jiaoqiu, is the sound of justice,” you replied, taking out another abomination with a flourish.

Despite his blindness, you could feel his incredulous stare. “Justice? With a frying pan?”

“Would you prefer I used your cauldron?” you quipped, dodging an incoming strike.

He sighed, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Just… don’t break anything valuable.”

When the room was finally clear, you stood amidst the carnage, panting but victorious. Jiaoqiu shook his head, an amused chuckle escaping him. “You have a… unique approach to combat.”

“Hey, whatever works, right?” you replied, twirling the pan triumphantly.

“I suppose,” he said, though his tone carried a hint of admiration. “Still, next time, perhaps consider a weapon that doesn’t double as kitchenware.”

The dimly lit corridor was eerily silent, save for the soft patter of your footsteps and the faint rustle of Moze’s cloak as he moved ahead of you. The Shadow Guard had reluctantly allowed you to accompany him on this mission, though he clearly doubted your usefulness.

“Stay behind me,” he ordered curtly, his eyes scanning the darkness for threats.

You nodded, clutching your frying pan tightly. The Shadow Guard’s somber demeanor made you nervous, but you weren’t about to back down.

As you turned a corner, an enemy leapt from the shadows, its claws aiming for Moze’s throat. He moved with deadly precision, his blade flashing in the dim light. But as he turned to face another attacker, he missed the one creeping up behind him.

“Look out!” you shouted, swinging your frying pan with all your might. The resounding clang echoed through the corridor as the enemy crumpled to the ground.

Moze froze, his eyes widening slightly as he turned to face you. “Did you just…?”

“Save your life? Yes, I did.” you replied, holding the pan aloft like a prized weapon.

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to your surprise, he smirked. “Impressive. Crude, but effective.”

“Crude? This pan has saved lives today,” you said, mock-offended.

His smirk grew. “Perhaps I underestimated you.”

From that point on, Moze didn’t object when you stayed close, your frying pan at the ready. When the mission was over, he even offered a rare compliment. “You may not be a Shadow Guard, but you’ve proven yourself useful. Though next time, I suggest you invest in a proper weapon.”

“Why? This one’s served me just fine,” you replied with a grin.

He shook his head, a faint chuckle escaping him. “You’re… something else.”