#my blorbos ♡♡♡

[lyxchen]

My current blorbo (Campbell Bain) and another very beloved blorbo of mine (Alex Mercer) have the same haircut!!<333

[foxtrotsicrra]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing ( aggressively codependent yet emotionally unavailable )

[nonokoko-draws]

It really be like this sometimes

[icednebula]

It only took me until today but I finally finished the art for the @sonic-oc-showdown !!! Please consider voting for Canyon or Leslie for Round 1! Leslie belongs to @cosmosees Canyon belongs to me ! :D

[michameinmicha]

Im so full of love for justus jonas i hope you all know i think about him a lot! I have zero energy to write or draw anything but i hope you are aware hes rotating in my brain like a little ballerina in a kids jewellry box every day and if i could make some art i would okay!!!

[cirrus-grey]

Reached Men at Arms in the audiobooks and-

It's my boy!!! I didn't think he showed up until Feet of Clay! Doesn't look like he's been promoted to secretary yet, but he's here and he's fetching ladders and I love him ♡

[hwaitham]

no matter where u ar or wat u celebrate , i hope ur day is a happie day full of smiles n magic ‎(◜ᵕ ◝ ྀི ) 🍪🥛💫❄️ but if u r feeling bloo tht is okies too . . ♡ allow urself to feel wat u feel n try not to drown in despair — hold onto the hope that tmrw will b better even if it is jst only by a littl bit , n tht u won’t be feeling so sad forever , n that u are not alone in this ! u cn hold my hand if u need to ! ! ! and we’ll get to tht happie place together :]

( here is a wee litl gift to u . . it is not much , but alllll my love ! ! i hope this is satisfactory enough :3 heh )

[thedorfmirrin]

Random post game scenario, after of which a towerless Pizzahead tricks Peppino to "let" him work "with" him. First day; and Pepperoni is already completely fed up with the guy!

Pizzahead hates dishes, and WILL break them rather than washing any. ever. this is canon and you CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

[thek1ngtalks]

Do you ever write a scene for the end of a book knowing you still have to write everything leading up to it?? Yes? Same? Same.

Spoilers for Mountain To No One below

Bonus: my notes to myself

[the-travelling-witch]

HOLLY U WILL GET ADVENTURIN!! I Believe in u

(Off topic: I’m so glad hoyo is showing more of their characters backstories from when they were younger and not just how they ended up the way they did)

thank you!! i told my friend that if you add aventurine’s crazy good luck to mine, it’ll average it out and he hits me with the “average is better than whatever the fuck you have going on rn i think” (he wouldn’t even let me pull on his genshin account, i don’t get why)

backstories in general are very vital to making good characters, so they’d be dumb to not make and share any engaging ones ^^;

[hirazuki]

for that ship&kiss thing. celebrimbor/maeglin with number 8?? thank you!

…in secrecy | Celebrimbor & Maeglin

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Aman, a cottage near the border with Avathar. Fourth Age.

"You shouldn't be here," comes the response from behind the wooden door -- finely made, though he does not recognize the craftsmanship -- that has cracked open to reveal pale skin, dark hair, and enough traces of his father's favorite cousin to waken a dull ache in his chest.

Celebrimbor cocks his head to one side, in a way that always prompts others to tell him how much he resembles his grandfather; a source of pride, and irritation. "Is your return among the living meant to be a secret? Did the terms of your release from the Halls not permit for visitors? Or, is this a conclusion you have come to for yourself?"

Silence is his reply, and in it Celebrimbor can hear the snapping of fallen twigs -- the sound of wild things in retreat, scrambling deeper into the forest.

Too much, then. He takes a breath, dampens the inadvertent intensity his spirit has ever burned with, and tries again, softer. "You are not the only one who laid low a city."

"It is not the same."

Distance and disdain, coated in a kind of poisonous pride that seeks to deflect, to set apart and deny others approach lest they notice the stain of shame clinging to reborn flesh and detect the softness lying exposed at hough and wrist and throat.

Oh, this, Celebrimbor knows well; intimately, in fact. This, he can work, with all the ease of coaxing naked gold under heat.

"It seems as though someone has yet to hear the full story," he remarks with a mirthless chuckle, allowing his voice to color with the bitterness and self-derision he is always careful to keep hidden in these unblemished lands; well, almost always. "Truthfully, today marks the beginning of a week-long feast in Tirion and I find I am still ill-suited for crowds. Half of those I could think to impose upon are attending; everyone else has a forge."

Dark eyes blow wide at that last statement, akin to the inquisitive perking of coarse-haired ears or the cautious steps skulking out of the underbrush towards a proffered morsel in his uncle's hand or the curious flicking of a tongue in the presence of an unexpected thought, late at night in the smithy; an indication of interest flaring, however reluctantly -- as Celebrimbor expected. He has had long practice, after all, with courting the attention of the supposedly disinterested, and compared to his successes, the Elf before him hardly places for difficulty.

He makes to speak, and pauses. "Which name do you prefer?" he asks, instead.

"I don't," Maeglin says and turns to go inside, the hair he keeps short brushing the top of his shoulders.

The words are cutting, and the door is left open.

Celebrimbor has never met him before, this cousin of his who is half-Sindar, reared in twilight and young in death, born of the union of blinding light and deeply private darkness, but he knows his story -- no; rather, he knows what they say of the traitor of Gondolin.

He knows what they say of himself, as well.

And he may know nothing of Nan Elmoth, save its hazy reputation, nor what signs might mark Maeglin as his father's son, but, after trading a handful of words, he knows this: Maeglin -- Lómion -- is doubtlessly of the house of Finwë.

Sharp; unyielding; obsidian polished to unbearable reflection that yet remembers the fires in the earth --

Celebrimbor likes him. His manner is familiar in a way that is comforting and painful all at once, and he pointedly decides to blame it on the family resemblance; there is only so much room for specters in his heart, and he is not inclined to give ground to shadows, no matter how they may try to claw at his mind.

Fëanor's only grandson smiles, genuinely -- although there are none there to appreciate the rarity of such a moment -- and follows him indoors.

The place is quiet, dim, and sparse; entirely bare, except for the meagerest of essentials: a lamp, a table, a single chair. There are no tools of any trade or decorative items or personal effects, and the degree of dispossession is such that it can hardly be attributed to a preference of aesthetics.

The rest of the house, presumably, is the same.

It says much and, paired with Maeglin's fingers that have been ceaselessly fidgeting ever since he answered the door -- anxious creatures, ever seeking for something to distract, something to soothe -- it amounts to nothing less than an endless, silent scream.

In a display that is incredibly Fëanorian in its brashness and its intimacy, and, plainly, horrifyingly foreign to his host, Celebrimbor reaches out and takes one of Maeglin's hands in his own, turning it so as to place it against his cheek, and presses his lips into its palm.

Maeglin freezes, going still like the hares in the early morning mists of Eregion -- standing upright amidst the holly trees and rays of first light, statues poised to flee.

"If your hands long to make, cousin," Celebrimbor says, exquisitely aware of his own hypocrisy, "you should let them."

[dreamwinged]

im actually becoming so mywifepilled latelyyytyt oday i somehow found a photocard of him (my kpop obsessed friends were there and persuaded me to buy it and decorate the card holders with them it was so fun EHDISJFJSJ) (he is a 2d anime boy i have no fucking idea why he has photocards but whatever i’ll collect them all) and i also just got an ita bag so FINALLY i can display all my keychains and pins and stuff in public like the little nerd loser i am and im gonna hang the photocard off it and attach some plushies and go back to the store to buy some pins bc they just restocked… then i can wear it to con in a few weeks…. this is SO FUN I LOVE COLLECTING😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 the way i had like 0 official merch of him before… thank u japan 🙏

[taniushka12]

Started my new sketchbook (on page 2 bc the pressure of the first page was unbearable) with barry 🤝 alice teasing alan abt the cutout bc the image was simply too powerful. Cheers

His power 👆

[icednebula]

I'm proud enough of an oc drawing to share ! and also to hopefully start to properly introduce him to yall, hes my little bandit guy with a big heart <3 <3 <3

[hasturlover]

Barty in every ships

[kittyslashers]

oh yeah. did y'all see the video uploaded to a certain daniel howell and phil lester joint channel today? how we feelin dil fans?