#idk why but red is their colour to me

[fkevin073]

these are the hands of fate. you’re my achilles heel. 

[groovyace]

RED ROBIN REDESIGN RAHHGGGG 🗣🗣🔊🔊🔊📢📢📢

I took elements from his different suits plus added some extra flair. My favourite being the addition of climbing shoes.

[scramble-crossing]

I saw it and I had to

[azuree1733]

Tim sketch before I sleep 😋🫶, you would think he’s my fav robin with how much I draw him 💀

[akkivee]

i like how not only do ichiro and hitoya have moles underneath their eye, but their eyes also have the same inverse effect

[myname-isnia]

Uploading the Three Musketeers edit that I mentioned in the tags of my last post bc I spent 40-60 minutes on it and sacrificed all of my tablet storage space and I’m very proud of it

[bombusbombus]

Mom can you come pick me up. I just went in the tags and people are fetishising redheads again

[robotpussy]

Sega during the Dreamcast era: let's publish a game where the designs for the black characters are bordering on minstrel cartoons 🥰

[caprisonnetrinker]

🦋 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🦋

Well lemme think

1. i had a specific language development disorder (you don't know how happy i'm that there is an actual word for it) so yeah pretty much it just that i wasn't at same level like other children at my age. This disorder is the reason why i started writing :)

2. probably you know but i have snakes everywhere. At my jewelry, my coffee, my key chain, my yk what everywhere is at least a little snake. There is no sense in life without snakes

3. actually i hated the colour red. Idk why but i really hated it (never wished to be a gryffindor bc i thought they had ugly colours) But now i love the colour. Red is beauty. Red is power. Red is seduction. Red is life and death. Amen.

Yk everyone reading this shit is able to answer and give 3 facts about themselves. So yk just write a comment or reblog idc

[gaytomwambsgans]

i don’t go here (pedro pascal media) but i’m feeling genuine annoyance even anger because i keep seeing people being mean about his outfit at the recent premiere or whatever it is and it’s like?? a nice normal outfit? maybe i’m missing something and it’s related to one of his shows because i honestly don’t get what the fuss is it’s literally trousers and a cardigan lol are you guys okay

[keeps-ache]

actually. wait. i could just. not draw a background.

i could just not do that.

....

i'm not gonna do that

[morningsstarr]

need to change my pfp when i wake up

[locria-writes]

thanks for coming to my ted talk where i get to discuss one of my favourite things ever -- fashion in my stories, and more specifically, military fashion in my personal writing catastrophe that i still haven't titled yet :D

first things first, i think it's most prudent to get the military structure of concordia out of the way to make things a little less unwieldy.

so the senior officers aka the upper echelons aka the bitches with the coolest uniforms --

navy-blue knee-length double-breasted military tunic (yes i know it's usually shorter but rule of cool)

paired with matching slacks, or knee-length skirt, or culottes, whatever floats their boat

black jackboots

gold thread embroidery and epaulettes

matching peaked cap with a golden laurel wreath emblem

the distinction between ranks goes --

grand marshal | 3 dragon's eyes emblazoned on the collar and shoulders + a cardinal red one-shoulder cape that does not reach past the hips worn over the left shoulder

high marshal | nearly identical to grand marshal, except with 2 dragon's eyes, and a white cape

marshal | 1 dragon's eye

vice marshal | 3 isosceles triangles

commodore | 2 isosceles triangles

(if you're wondering what a dragon's eye looks like, here it is)

next up are the field officers, who sport similarly stylish uniforms --

navy-blue knee-length double-breasted military tunic

paired with matching slacks, or knee-length skirt, or culottes, whatever floats their boat

black jackboots

silver thread embroidery

matching peaked cap with a silver laurel wreath emblem

and distinction between ranks --

captain | 1 isosceles triangle

commander | 5 bars

lieutenant commander | 4 bars

now the junior + non-commissioned officers + enlisted ranks who get something completely different --

light grey-blue single-breasted military tunic (the traditional mid-thigh length)

paired with matching slacks, or knee-length skirt, or culottes

black jackboots

junior officers (lieutenant-ensign) and non-commissioned officers (warrant officer + sergeant) wear matching berets

ensigns wear white berets

corporals and privates wear black berets

distinction between ranks --

lieutenant | 3 bars

sub-lieutenant | 2 bars

ensign | 1 bar

cadet | 1/2 bar

warrant officer | 1 bar and 1 circle

sergeant | 1 circle

corporal | 1/2 circle

private | n/a

also, the concordian military basically more or less exists as one singular branch because aerospace defense is literally their only security concern. of course, there's military police/gendarmerie/intelligence/etc, but they're not under the concordian armed forces' jurisdiction. it's also because i'm lazy and don't want to have to worldbuild that deep lol.

[heffrondriving]

heyyy babes hru!! dale pa' ya themed kenlos blog and new colour scheme for september be upon ye~ 💜 ☜( ￣ᴥ￣ )

[nightmare8-420]

hhhfbdn so im gonna get a drawing pen tmrw (like an actual one) and im fuckinf vibrating ffrom excitment

like ive cleaned up my desk and made a spot for my tablet and everything im so excited

[beababoobies]

Hey there you said you needed a Hazbin Hotel request? I got just the thing. Is it okay you do a Alastor x witch reader? Like reader was a witch before she died and is basically pretty powerful especially in magic? I like to think she covers up her body because she’s covered in tattoos that look like magic ruins or ritual symbols. Idk i just thought it would be cute of Alastor falling in love with a classy yet a badass witch who can put him in his place.

Heya Anon! Yes, Absolutely! I love my witchy friends (shoutout to Tatianna because she follows my blog.) I wasn’t sure exactly on which type of Witch you were referring to, so I decided on a random mix of diff witch cultures! Please shoot me a request if that’s not what you had in mind and I can re-write this for you. Thanks a ton for the request!

From Experience

Alastor x Fem!Witch!Reader

words : 1k , no warnings!

You let out a sigh as you started the spell you had been planning for weeks now. You had to go to Lust to get aphrodisiac rose powder, cannibal town to get the dried blood (and have a coffee and chat with Rosie, of course.) you even attended to Blood Moon festival very shortly to get some black tree root straight from the source from your friend Sally Mae. The candles had been lit - your spirit guides told you it was ready. You closed your eyes softly as you started to read out the incantation in your head.

You sighed softly through your nose as you felt yourself slowly start to float, the bone-marrow candles you had bought starting to glow a blood red colour as you felt the power of the spell start to wash over you, the magical ruins carved into your body lighting up, making you glow softly, and it was all coming together nicely, perfectly one might say - 

“Hello, Darling!” 

You let out a small scream and opened your eyes, falling to the floor with a small thud, groaning as you open your eyes to the familiar face smiling back at you, chuckling softly as you rub your head gently, rolling your eyes. Not an evil spirit. Okay, an evil spirit. But a very familiar one. “Alastor, what a surprise.” You said as he walked over to you, offering you his hand and you took it, hoisting yourself up and letting out a soft sigh as you saw the spilt wax across the floor. 

“How rude of me to interrupt you! Allow me.” He hums softly, and you watch as the candles are returned back to their original state, turning back to him with a smile, brushing your now messed hair back into place, tilting your head. “Back again so soon?” You said with a chuckle, walking into your kitchen to get a cup of tea, him following quickly behind.

Now that you thought about it - he was back very, very soon. You had last seen him yesterday for lunch, and just two days before that for an evening stroll. After seven years of absence, you could’ve sworn you hadn’t even seen him this much before he disappeared. This meant he either needed something, or he was playing you in a big plan.

“Oh, well you just make the best steaming cup of chamomile, my dear.” He compliments, sitting at your small window-side table. You chuckled, taking a spoonful of the mix you had taken years to perfect, crushing the leaves, adding in just a bit of cinnamon. You had even figured out the best tea bags. Possibly your best spell ever. You dismissed your worries as your own overthinking, sighing as you poured the boiling water into the mugs.

“No sugar for you again?” You say, eyes not looking back at him as you pull the cane sugar out from your cabinet, spooning a couple helpings into your mug. “You know me too well, darling.” He says and you blush softly, putting the cane sugar back, bringing both the mugs to the table, placing one in front of him, and one in front of yourself.

“So, why are you back so quickly, hmm?” You said teasingly, leaning back in your chair, mixing the tea in your mug lazily, toying with the spoon as you watching him dip the boiling liquid - always uncanny, how he could do that - before looking back up at you. 

“One could say I’ve taken a bit of a liking to you, my love.” He says with a smile, and you feel your face get hot - from more than just the steam from your tea. He chuckles softly at your reaction, taking another sip from his mug, leaning back in his chair and watching you try to find the right words. Platonically? It’s hard to decipher a man who’s walked out of a couple decades before your time. 

“One might even say you… like me?” You say, testing the waters as you discard your cup back onto the table, crossing your arms over your chest, skepticism all over your expression causing Alastor to let out another chuckle. “One could say that. But I hate that way of saying it.” He responds flatly, putting his mug down as well, tilting his head at you. Trying to read a man who’s face was always carved into that sharp-toothed grin was hard.

“While we are speaking of taking a liking to things.” He says, holding out his hand, a small jar of black sand from the burning desert - one of a kind, unbelievably expensive, and your eyes widened. You swallowed thickly as you eyes the small vial, looking up at him with a small grin. 

“I’m not giving you my soul for this. Tempting, though.” You said with a playful smile, watching him place it delicately on the table. “Oh, no, darling, it is yours for the price of this cup of tea. A friend gave it to me in exchange for a… favor.” He says with a small chuckle, watching you pick up the vial cautiously and inspect it, turning it upside down and watching the pitch black sand move around in the glass. 

Oh, the things you could do with this. 

“And why should I take your murder sand?” You say with a smile, looking back up at him as you toyed with vial carefully, raising your eyebrows, watching his eyes trail down to the vial and then back up to you. 

“Well, I’ve heard it’s good for love spells.” He hums softly, taking another nonchalant sip of his tea, watching you nearly cough on your own spit over the statement, collecting yourself before piercing your lips together, eyes going from him to the vial over and over. 

“And how would you know this, hmm? You some sort of ritual expert now?” You said with a playful smile and tone, clutching the vial in your hand and leaning forward, chin resting on your palm. 

“Let’s just say I can speak from experience.”