#the future starts with queue

[front-facing-pokemon]

[nonuggetshere]

CRAWLS OUT OF THE TRENCHES COVERED IN BLOOD

IT'S DONE

Somehow they took longer than PK's reference did. Here's to hoping I don't change their design again so I don't have make a 4th reference sheet for them 🥂

I forgot to add the fact that they start growing leaves and flowers in their fur after they recover and aren't stressed 24/7 onto the ref, AH WELL- I might just make a version for when they are older and not a complete wreck

Some notes;

They now have pernament wings that are usually tucked under an elytra, identical to Pale King's (monarch) wings but black and white instead. My friends also voted the pubic fur out ✌️😔 probably for the better, I couldn't come up with a way to NOT make it look awkward as hell.

Their adolescent stage is around 13-14 years of age and around Pale King's height, outgrowing him ever so slightly.

The hatchling stage is EXTRA potato shaped and EXTRA fluffy now, instead of the fur being mostly on the back of their neck and lower back they have a full mane that runs down their back, much like their dad. The hatchling and child stages also have much dimmer light, it gets brighter with age.

But most important addition; they have ✨️HEELS✨️

Not sure if the white bits behind the ridges on their feet and forearms wi stay but they are here for now, I'll see how I feel about them as I draw them

They mostly take after their father in all but height but they do have some traits from their mother, which will be more obvious once I will make a proper reference for her

[greenleaf4stuff]

Alike (Impressions From The Lindon Shatterdome #1)

(my other TROP fanfics) (Pacific Rim AU tag on my blog)

Silverscars (hinted), Pacific Rim!AU. A short scene/snippet based on the Pacific Rim AU ideas me, @illegalcerebral, @thephoenixandthecrocodile and others discussed, which can be found here or via the tag on my blog.

The premise for this snippet is: Adar is a human who got turned into a human-kaiju hybrid by Morgoth and Sauron, and in this scene is held in the Eregion Labs of the Lindon Shatterdome after having been caught by the Jaeger pilots. He is trying to both warn Celebrimbor and demonstrate/show an approximation of Sauron’s abilities in manipulation, in order to convey to Celebrimbor why – in Adar’s opinion – the humans are going to loose against the Maia.

Slight warning for Adar deliberately trying to incite Celebrimbor’s negative emotions, as well as canon-typical hints to Adar's past under Morgoth/Sauron!

For those who want to read the fic on AO3, here is the link!

"Of course one such as you, studied and well-read," the other said, eyes roaming over Celebrimbor’s form with a knowing, judging look, "would insist that you can deal with this situation by yourselves. Have you ever even seen those you fight up close before?"

There was a pause, with the inventor finally glancing over towards Adar after all; he just couldn’t help himself. Fury was unfurling in his belly at the other’s words, old hurts and doubts yanked to the surface, so expertly as if the other had cast a lure and Celebrimbor had bitten it without even being aware of doing so in the first place.

It was eerie, the way Adar was watching him, but the inventor still held his gaze. The other stepped even closer to the glass before he continued, in a low voice, "This place will fall, sooner rather than later, if you and the others try and fight this war on two fronts. Only if you let me and my children have your technology, your resources, do we still have a chance."

"I am not some pampered academic," Celebrimbor insisted, voice tight even though he tried to keep his emotions in check. "I was there, when the Nargothrond Shatterdome fell. I witnessed the rampant destruction when you and your kind found and attacked Gondolin. It is you who has no idea what you are talking about, or who you are even talking to."

"Oh, I know exactly who you are," the Moriondo said. His gaze was still fixed on the inventor, eyes unblinking, like a predator assessing whether the one before him was a worthy opponent – or prey. "Celebrimbor Curufinion, grandson of Feanor."

The aforementioned Celebrimbor stilled despite himself, eyes widening just the slightest bit. While Adar’s face didn’t change much as a result, the small quirk to his lips was enough to show that he’d achieved what he set out to do.

"I...did not expect you to be so knowledgeable about my family history," the inventor admitted. Adar already knew that he’d managed to surprise him; it made no sense trying to hide that now. "That still doesn’t mean you know me."

"I know that the two of us are far more alike than you or the others would be comfortable admitting, at least in the eyes of your peers," the Moriondo replied, he finally turned his gaze away. It felt as a heavy blanket had been pulled off of Celebrimbor. The hybrid’s eyes were unusually intense; maybe it was the fact that they seemed to glow, with how blue they were.

Adar began to slowly walk along the large glass pane of his cell again, taking deliberate steps as he continued to speak, seemingly unbothered by his own captivity. "Didn’t your grandfather and his sons play their part in the fall of those Shatterdomes and cities as well, by withholding their Jaeger technology and pursing mindless vengeance instead of protecting others?"

"That’s different," Celebrimbor replied, far too quickly for his own liking. It made something ugly curl in his gut. He could see where this was going, the direction the other was steering them in, and though his mind screamed at him that the other was wrong – had to be wrong – a small, deeply buried part of himself questioned whether he truly was. "My family fought with the humans. They were never on the side of Morgoth."

"Is it though?" Adar asked. "Me and my children were forced into servitude, yet are held accountable for atrocities they are either too young to have committed themselves, or that we were made to commit by Sauron. Neither did you, personally, withhold the Silmarillion class Jaegers from your people. But the public sentiment is that you have to atone for it anyways, isn’t it?"

Celebrimbor swallowed and discreetly gripped his grandfather’s hammer tighter in his fist, until he was sure his knuckles must have turned white and his hand began to both shake and ache from the strain. Thankfully, his face remained blank, at least. He tried to take a calming breath, and willed his voice not to shake as he made to answer, but Adar was faster than him.

"You must know, how preciously little it would take for you to end up in my place. For your people to desert you, turn on you, and insist that you are just like Feanor. Maybe it will be a failure to create a new design. Or maybe it will be the defeat of one of your Jaegers. Maybe you will take too long to come up with a solution for the newest breach. But eventually, they will turn on you, the same they have deserted and turned on me."

It was, at this point, that Celebrimbor found his own courage again. Face pulling into an angry grimace, hammer still in hand, he moved forward and stepped right up to the large glass window. To his frustration, and another feeling he couldn’t name, Adar immediately turned and focused his full attention onto him once more as he did. Their eyes met; where Celebrimbor was sure his own sparked hotly with how incensed he was, Adar’s had gone strangely...gentle, almost.

"My friends," Celebrimbor started, and got so close to the glass his breath fogged it. His greater height over Adar should have been an advantage – and yet, he felt strangely small instead, "would never do that to me. They know me, they know my character. I renounced my family and their actions years ago, and have faithfully served humankind and the Jaeger program for even longer than that. Public sentiment might be as it may, but those closest to me do not judge me this way."

At least, he hoped as much, he didn’t say aloud. It was quite remarkable, from a more removed perspective, just how apt the Moriondo was at finding the spots of him that were still tender, and at prodding them with his words until they ached.

He continued. "My family committed horrible deeds during the war, even against their own people, I will not deny that. But unlike you, they were always, and firmly, on the side of the humans. As am I."

His breath came out elevated, as he stood and stared down at Adar, who remained quiet for long seconds, his eyes slowly moving back and forth between Celebrimbor’s own. The understanding, almost pitying expression on his face further made the inventor’s heckles rise.

"See how easy this was? I did not even try, nor know much of you. And yet I managed to bring forth your anger – the same anger your grandfather carried. Whose destructive rage I was privy to, back then," the Moriondo revealed, voice calm to the point it came out soft.

Celebrimbor blinked, stunned at the implications of Adar’s words, of the fact that he might be so old as to have been alive back when his grandfather was still around, but the other continued before the inventor could gather his thoughts, "If I can do this without even trying, imagine how easy it will be for Sauron to come here and do the same. Or call forth other parts of yourself; your ambition, your kindness, your pride...or worse."

Celebrimbor blinked, and experienced whiplash as Adar spoke – the other’s voice had gone back to being almost completely placid, and while his eyes were still intense, he did not look at Celebrimbor in the same, vaguely threatening way he’d done just moments before.

For all intents and purposes, it seemed like the Moriondo had indeed only tried to rile Celebrimbor up to make his point, though the words he had chosen to do so rang far more true than the inventor was comfortable with. Whether Adar had meant them or not, he’d managed to get across what he’d intended to, and in doing so, left the inventor strangely raw, and visibly shaken.

Some part of him could admit that perhaps, the other had a point. He felt embarassed that he had likely proven the other to be correct in his assessments; that he was unable to control his temper, that his family was still such a difficult topic for him, that all this made him an easy target for manipulation.

To his surprise, he felt something else as well, however:

Sympathy.

Because Adar had revealed things about himself as well, though inadvertently. Had been right about one thing for certain, at the very least; they were alike, in some ways. He could see that now. He could see the same sadness in Adar as he had seen in himself, see the way both of them felt like the odd one out. The outsider. The interloper.

The one others would not listen to, because they considered his insights to come from a flawed perspective, simply for who – or what – he was.

'...the same they have deserted and turned on me...'

"Is that what he did to you? How he got to you?" Celebrimbor asked, and could not feel any satisfaction when he saw Adar still on the other side of the glass, this time. "What did he tap into, when he did?"

It only lasted for a moment, one so brief it almost slipped by unnoticed, but Adar’s face changed into an expression so pained as if Celebrimbor had managed to drive something jagged and sharp through his heart.

It was gone almost as soon as it had appeared, and left behind a Moriondo who looked decidedly...wistful.

"Children," he said, words heavy and reverberating in the silence around them. "He promised me children."

And yet, beneath the immense sadness and regret of his words, there was something else, in the way he beheld Celebrimbor when he turned his eyes towards him again.

Something almost proud.

And intrigued.

To his own surprise, Celebrimbor felt himself straighten at that look. A surge of pride ran through him, one that made him want to preen. He barely managed to push that instinct down again, but it remained, just beneath the surface. He’d have to examine that more closely, later on, when he was alone and far away from those intense, clever eyes.

Or maybe that would be a bad idea. He wasn’t quite sure yet.

[imagine-your-nonhuman-fo]

You know how lots of birds are notorious human fuckers? That got me thinking about Avian f/o that rather than be put off by your lack of beak and feathers is just fucking enchanted by you, just over the moon about how gorgeous you are.

[femme-dor]

I see myself in a career where I attend all types of exclusive elegant events, network & befriend many important, influential people (not influencers) over wine and expensive plates, fly to major cities around the world & stay in luxury hotels, dress expensively, be involved in important executive meetings, and retiring to my house in the hills. 💖

[hopkei]

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[deathfavor]

Muse demeanour and mannerisms guide.

Bold - Always/Yes, Italic - Sometimes/Kind of.

LUCIFER - THE EMPEROR OF HELL

ᴇʏᴇꜱ. avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ. clasps behind back, rests in lap,  fidgets with clothes, twiddles thumbs,  chews at nails,  pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces,  animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize,  utilizes sign language,  speaks only through sign, callouses,  scars,  smooth,  wrinkled,  worn,  soft,  delicate,  boney,  slender,  thick,  veiny,  touches others while speaking,  reaches out while laughing,  reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort, places face in hands when exasperated, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed,  rests chin in hands,  taps fingers when impatient,  taps fingers when nervous,  taps fingers while thinking, scratches scalp, strokes chin,  rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. chews lip,  chews at inside of cheek,  licks lips,  bites tongue,  chews on straws, resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout,  grinds teeth,  flexes jaw, covers mouth when laughing,  covers mouth when shocked,  covers mouth when concerned,  hands to lips while thinking,  covers mouth when chewing,  chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open, smirks,  grins,  subtle smiles,  wide smiles,  sad smiles,  intimidating smiles,  menacing grins, openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional, stutters,  speaks quickly,  speaks slowly,  good pronunciation,  poor pronunciation,  moderate pronunciation,  purses lips,  sucks in lips,  holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

ʟᴇɢꜱ. bounces leg when nervous, draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort,  sits on knees,  sits with legs criss crossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other, places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters,  sits on desks,  sits on tables, sits on edge of seat,  sits hunched over with forearms on knees,  arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated, wiggles toes when nervous,  wiggles toes as a general tick,  shuffles feet,  kicks foot into ground, stomps feet, loud footsteps,  quiet footsteps,  silent footsteps.

ʜᴀɪʀ. runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair,  picks at scalp,  chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair, wears hair back,  keeps hair down,  smooths back hair,  plays with other’s hair while talking,  plays with own hair while talking,  strokes hair to comfort others,  likes having hair stroked for their own comfort,  braids others’ hair while talking,  braids own hair while talking, flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face

LING WEN - #1 CIVIL GOD

ᴇʏᴇꜱ. avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ. clasps behind back, rests in lap,  fidgets with clothes, twiddles thumbs,  chews at nails,  pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces,  animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize,  utilizes sign language,  speaks only through sign, callouses,  scars,  smooth,  wrinkled,  worn,  soft,  delicate,  boney,  slender,  thick,  veiny,  touches others while speaking,  reaches out while laughing,  reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort, places face in hands when exasperated, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed,  rests chin in hands,  taps fingers when impatient,  taps fingers when nervous,  taps fingers while thinking, scratches scalp, strokes chin,  rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. chews lip,  chews at inside of cheek,  licks lips,  bites tongue,  chews on straws, resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout,  grinds teeth,  flexes jaw, covers mouth when laughing,  covers mouth when shocked,  covers mouth when concerned,  hands to lips while thinking,  covers mouth when chewing,  chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open, smirks,  grins,  subtle smiles,  wide smiles,  sad smiles,  intimidating smiles,  menacing grins, openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional, stutters,  speaks quickly,  speaks slowly,  good pronunciation,  poor pronunciation,  moderate pronunciation,  purses lips,  sucks in lips,  holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

ʟᴇɢꜱ. bounces leg when nervous, draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort,  sits on knees,  sits with legs criss crossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other, places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters,  sits on desks,  sits on tables, sits on edge of seat,  sits hunched over with forearms on knees,  arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated, wiggles toes when nervous,  wiggles toes as a general tick,  shuffles feet,  kicks foot into ground, stomps feet, loud footsteps,  quiet footsteps,  silent footsteps.

ʜᴀɪʀ. runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair,  picks at scalp,  chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair, wears hair back,  keeps hair down,  smooths back hair,  plays with other’s hair while talking,  plays with own hair while talking,  strokes hair to comfort others,  likes having hair stroked for their own comfort,  braids others’ hair while talking,  braids own hair while talking, flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

tagged by: @yeonban ( thank you ) tagging: @ofsavior ; @soulsballad ; @requiemofrebellion ; @deiscension ; @kyukicho ; @redue ; @valorheroics ; @kisumshi ; @furiaei ; @shackld

[gaydivorcetual]

The meower

[razreads]

You’ve had your cry, but now you’ll pick yourself up and keep living your life.

Emery Lord, The Start of Me and You

[cd-each-day]

༄ taylor swift : fearless (international version) (2009)

༄ from : big w

[uchiha-gaeshi]

you? reblogging a post from six days ago?? how's your queue looking rn? 👀

Oh, that’s probably because I reshuffled my queue a couple days ago, so some posts from the last week do pop out. Once unshuffled posts start coming out of the queue, I just shuffle the next round.

My queue is, as usual, pretty bloated, but for the past month-ish it’s been sitting at around 500 posts give or take (it helps to post at every hour of the day). HOWEVER, I do have over 500 posts and counting in my drafts, which I’ll probably clear out (somewhat, a lot of the posts there are fics or long meta posts) when I get thru the mountain of shit I have to do + normal executive dysfunction in the next 2-3 weeks.

[rottendreamsfromtheevergreen]

Queue dumped. Bye Felicia.

[strawberrypinky]

he’s got the spirit. maybe he just needs some direction 👩🏼‍🦯

"Astarion doesn't do big romantic gestures."

My Durge still trying to get graveyard dirt out of her ass crack after being lovingly pounded into it by Astarion who wanted to share with her this deeply joyful and meaningful reclamation of himself after sharing a vulnerable declaration of his love, at this place he hasn't shown anyone else but her: "Then what the actual fuck was that???"

[daybreakrising]

@resolutepath continued from x

The man speaks, but he says very little. Vautrin cannot fault him for that - they are but strangers, and he, too, would be guarded in his tongue were their positions reversed. He knows he must earn his trust if he is to learn anything more of his experience within that ancient sea. And if he must be the one to trust first, so be it.

"I think... I think I was called, too. Though perhaps not in the same way." He remembers first seeing that ethereal glow deep below the sluice gate, remembers it rushing up towards him as he fell. Had it called to him, even then? Tempting him to return to where he belonged? "I cannot be sure of anything, really. Except that I am definitely not the man I was when I went in."

He lifts a hand - gloved, but he can still see in his mind the soft shimmer that ripples beneath his skin in fleeting glimpses. No, he is not the same. He knows his experience will be far different to that of Childe's. The Harbinger is not of Fontaine, after all, and the ancient waters of the Primordial Sea wouldn't have affected him in the same way. But he still cannot help but wonder if anything they experienced was at least similar enough to share.

"I have come to understand that I should have died. Or, at least... lost myself." His gaze remains fixed upon the rippling water about his boots. How cruel a fate, he thinks now, that he is so soothed by the very thing that once stole away his happiness. "I know now that the sensation I felt upon entering that sea was my body dissolving. I do not know if it was better not knowing at all."

He can't explain, not in words, how all of history and memory had flooded into a mind that shouldn't have been able to bear it. That, too, is something he doubts the other experienced. "Yet despite it all... there was comfort. Did you... do you feel something similar?"

[minminambus]

Runs around!!! The pharmacy!!!!

[deathfavor]

@requiemofrebellion said: "everyone’s staring at us ." (draken to hanma pirate verse )

dusty toybox sentence starters

" Yeah, well, you're loud as fuck. What else do you think people are going to do? " Hanma snorts as he pulls the cigar from his lips and exhales the sweet smelling cloud. " And you look about two seconds away from trying to throw a right hook and start the first tavern brawl of the night. Course they're going to stare. "

It wasn't rocket science, and Hanma certainly didn't look concerned over the matter when he lifted his drink and took a large drink. He lets the cup thump back against the table, flashing a sharp grin towards some of the people watching them. They're quick to look away ; you don't hold someone's gaze in the context of a potential fight unless you're looking to join in on it. It's funny. He turns his head back towards Draken with a sharp, wolfish grin on his lips.

" So? You gonna sit your ass down and have a pint or something, or you gonna start shit? Make up your mind. " Hanma drawls, chin propped up in the palm of his hand. It's a deceptively casually look, as if his guard is lowered when anyone who knew him would know the truth. His guard was always up.

He lazily lifts a hand, pointing at Draken. " You're also tall, guys like us kinda tend to draw attention. Especially when everyone else in the area is sitting. " Just to add a little more burn to his comment.