#okay i really gotta sleep

[b-h-art]

i drew this instead of cleaning my room after promising myself i will get off of my tablet

[fallingyams]

Just had some thoughts on a sherliam post-fall role reversal AU

Didn't Sherlock cradle William's head as they fell from the bridge?

So imagine that because of this, Sherlock ends up taking the brunt of the fall instead of William.

William wakes up first. Sherlock does not.

William wakes up half blind in an unfamiliar room, with the unmoving body of Sherlock in an adjacent bed. He's disoriented and panicked and the only thing that stops him from full-blown hysteria is Billy, who assures him that Sherlock is alive, just unconscious.

He spends the next few weeks attempting to take care of Sherlock and nursing him back to health, even though the other doesn't wake. William's no stranger to this, he had helped to raise Louis, after all. (He tries to ignore the fact that his heart clenches at the reminder of the brother he left behind, whom he might never see again.)

However, most of that time ends up being spent relearning how to do basic tasks with his sight halved. Figuring out how to navigate around his blind spot so that he stops clumsily knocking things over on his left.

After the third time he's upended the basin of water he prepared to wash Sherlock with, William has quite had enough of it all. He despises himself, really, because he can't seem to do anything right.

Feelings of helplessness and anger creep up on him in the silence of the night, without a teasing jibe or an overexcited comment or even just the call of "Liam!" to break it.

But most of all, there is guilt and despair. There was one man who had believed in him throughout all of this. One detective who understood him down to his very core. One friend who had reached his hand out and offered forgiveness where he deserved none.

One Sherlock whom he had almost doomed with his selfishness.

His fascination with the other man’s brilliance had made William drag Sherlock into his damned role in their plan.

He had pulled and teased and tugged, leading this merry chase until Sherlock had followed him to the end. And now, the detective was paying penance for William's actions.

Collapsing into a chair next to the still-unconscious detective, William lets out a cry of bone-deep sorrow.

Sherlock had told him to repent; told him to atone for his sins with the rest of his life.

But how could William bring himself to do that, if the only person who mattered might never wake up again?

What use was living the rest of his life, if Sherlock wouldn't be there to live it with?

Tears slowly trickle down from a single scarlet eye as William bows his head and begs any divine power there is for a miracle.

--

Just as William is about to be consumed by his despairing thoughts, however, a finger twitches and a rasping voice whispers,

"Oi, why are ya crying, Liam?"

(Okay I need to get rid of the angst hi here's a bonus happy end so I can sleep peacefully it's like 2am)

[basicallyjaywalker]

Hm okay last thought. Ivy

Ivy is so interesting because unlike Roxie and Nataly she is not very forgiving. She has a ton of grudges, from the petty to the understandable. She remembers debts owed to her and is more than willing to make you pay interest.

But despite that, she can forgive. Sometimes it's the only thing she can do.

When it comes to her parents Ivy holds a big grudge. Morro went off gallivanting, leaving her mother alone, and when he didn't return Ivy's mother gave her soul to the Cursed Realm in exchange for the opportunity for Morro to see Ivy again, which resulted in her becoming sick and passing when Ivy was a preteen

So now she's an orphan. Because dad was selfish and mom was too trusting and forgiving. That won't have any impact on her psychological development I'm sure

But even though she's angry and hurt, even though she carries those emotions with her as she grows up, she can't help but feel this gnawing ache.

On DotD, in spite of herself, she puts out lanterns for them. She has to substitute Morro's picture with his name, written in painstaking block print, but by the first, every year, she does it. She goes down to the furthest docks, where fishermen moor their old boats in need of repair, she lights the candles (green and blue, what she remembers their favorite colors as), she sends the lanterns up, and talks to them until she breaks into tears she has to discreetly wipe away, even if no one else is watching

Even if she doesn't know if she can forgive what they did, Ivy still honors them. Because it's the only thing that makes that gnawing pain subside. It's the only time where she cracks and admits that she misses them. It's the only time where she admits that, despite the years of anger crystallized in her veins, she forgives them

[bubacorn]

The truth is, I am ugly, I am inadequate, I am lost I am No god

[hawkeyeslaughter]

if there was one thing henry blake could do it was eat people UP with those one liners if he was annoyed enough

[springypaws]

Oh no the archivist is archiving (more versions & ID’s under the cut)

ID: It’s a drawing of Johnathan Sims from the Magnus Archives, sat legs-crossed, with one arm loosely held on his legs and loosely holding his glasses, and the other propped onto an invisible surface. The propped arm’s hand is raised to Jon’s eye, stretched out, but with his index finger creating an opening with the rest to display his overshadowed eye, still easily visible due to it being outlined by bright green lines. The style the eye is drawn is similar to the style of the bright green eyes haloed to the side of his head, and the large, less opaque, large one in the background of the drawing. The middle finger of this hand is lightly pulling down his bottom lid, making the eye more visible. Jon is colored in a grey-scale manner, the dull color ever-so-slightly hinted blue. He is half outlined in the same bright green as the eyes, half outlined in a bright red. This bright red is also present as cartoonish exclamation symbols around him, and in the pupil of his bright-green eye. His other eye’s pupil is also colored brightly, but with the green, rather than the red, interrupting the greyscale of the rest of the area. Jon’s expression is neutral, although he looks exhausted, with deep dark circles under his eyes and a slightly furrowed brow. He is wearing a dark overcoat with lighter patches on the elbows and shoulders, and, under this, is wearing a lighter vest. Under the vest is yet another layer, being a semi-visible white button-up shirt. He is wearing darker dress pants and black, professional, and simple shoes. His hair is long and unkept, decorated with white streaks and put back into a loose half-bun.

Plus some filter-playing fun:

ID’s: The first filter makes the drawing look almost like it’s behind the screen of an old electrical device, more similar to that of an older model of computer. The colors are dulled ever-so-slightly, and the edges of the drawing are darkened with shadow.

The second filter has made the image completely greyscale, muting the bright and dull colors both.

The last filter has made the colors all a bit more blue, giving the drawing more color than it had originally.

And the sketch too cause I think I might like it better (as always)

ID: A colored and shaded sketch of the drawing. It looks very similar to the final product, except less cleaned-up and covered in guidance lines and coloring that goes out of the lines.

[abyssalhuntersnerd]

It's that time of the year again where I put the fish and Amiya in the washing machine...

[brionnnne]

note that i will only ever call mithrun "stupid" jokingly. by "stupid", i only mean "frustrating behavior that i am immensely familar with". seeing him do something that makes me groan aloud, closing my eyes, sighing "stupid (affectionate, mournful)". like when he fucking... his dumbass "i don't want to [use the bathroom] right now, so it's fine." oughh. i know you! i know you! that's not how that works!!! and he's smart!!! he's so smart... but god, god... he's kind of an absent professor. he's kind of a cloudcuckoolander. i love him dearly. he gets called a dummy, a little idiot, and i flick his forehead, a little bonk of hard-heads, like "try again, idiot. that's not how bodies work." and "ooh, 'that's not going to work'. yes it is. shut up, stoopid. stubborn little man, my god." rolling my eyes forever.

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID: a screenshot of a drawing made in procreate. The drawing is of Hunter and Willow from the owl house as Aurora and Philip from Sleeping Beauty. Willow is Aurora and Hunter is Philip. They're dancing, with him holding her from behind by the wrist. She looks surprised and he looks nervous. A filter is applied to the image to give it the grainy texture of a screenshot and the background is grey. End ID]

Also posting this before I forget. I watched sleeping beauty this week hehehe

[scabbardsystem]

okay alright alrght alright

[slythernnn]

Post bath/pre bed photo dump

[transgenderfivepebbles]

All of you are probably aware that I am a man who loves to think about the Ancients’ daily lives, but most of all I am a man who loves to think about them being happy.

The lives not spent in perpetual meditation and self-sacrifice, those spent truly living for something other than the hope to properly die.

Moon speaks of big festivals, of classical paintings so adored that people forged family portraits in their style – family portraits – they cared for their families enough to get them painted together!

She reads a fragment of a poem, from an ancient farmer. Their name is Pel, nowhere near as vivid as those of the others. In the mists of memory, your image dances, like the motes of dust, in a ray of sunlight that pierces a dark room. It is a love poem, it seems; to whom, no one knows. Nonetheless, it is a work of love, and nothing else.

She reads a dark pink pearl. In it are over six hundred memories of one person, who lived near the end of their civilization. They were married with children. They spoke in debate contests, and were apparently incredibly stylish. They preserved the memories of a tasty meal from their childhood, a triumphant victory in a debate, and a peaceful moment in their older years. They were left here to be cherished by those who remained. None do, except you.

But still, you are here. You remember what they were.

And they were alive.

[active-mind-15]

Accidental Siblings AU Headcanon #13

[Ramblings related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

Bokushi has his own room, of course, but whenever Seijuro is visiting home for any period of time, Bokushi prefers to sleep in Seijuro's room instead. He's still kind of not over the whole "separate body" thing just yet. So he will try to be close to Seijuro whenever he can because that's what he's used to and also when he feels more comfortable.

Because he's still working on being verbal about things like that, he tries to be sneaky about how he worms his way into Seijuro's room at night. It could be something as simple as wanting to play a game of shogi and suddenly "oh look now that the game is finished it's pretty late so I might as well sleep here." Basically, he'll find any excuse to come in and then any excuse to stay.

Seijuro pretends not to know what Bokushi is actually up to because, between the two of them, only Seijuro knows what it's like to not share a headspace with anyone. Bokushi was created after his mother passed, which meant there were 10 or 11 years where Seijuro's headspace was his alone. Bokushi has never experienced that. He has always shared a headspace with Seijuro and so the transition from being an alter in Seijuro's mind to being a tangible human being with his own independent thoughts is jarring and Seijuro can understand why it kinda freaks Bokushi out, even if he doesn't say it out loud.

So yes, similar to my second headcanon I made some time ago, Bokushi becomes a little bit more attached to Seijuro to make up for the natural silence in his head. Dare I say it's borderline separation anxiety, but not quite as severe. It's a similar concept, though. Bokushi just feels...odd...whenever Seijuro isn't present.

[everlastiingiimmortals]

wishlist — is it weird that i want someone to be rude to Jing Yuan? i want someone to try to provoke him, not through threats to him or his loved one but insults, derogatory assumptions slung his way, comments on his appearance or his demeanor or his behavior. i want someone to drastically underestimate him, and maybe not even realize how grossly incorrect they are in their assessment of him — because that's canon. whether it's because they don't really know a part of him, or all of him, or because he's no longer the person they once thought they knew, i want that conflict. i want that misunderstanding. it doesn't even have to be significant or particularly hurtful, but i want to showcase his tolerance and the way he looks at you so evenly, that in the silence following your words you realize you made yourself an ass for assuming. assuming what? anything. relationships, habits, personality, his pacifism as a general, truly anything that could be found or misunderstood to be a fault simply because you don't know him is on the table, but you cannot apologize because before you can even say sorry he's brushing off your words like he's heard it tens of thousands of times.

[b4kuch1n]

I put the october pieces on my redbubble as prints because I think they’re preddy good. happy august are you gonna eat that