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[smovs]

Sketch Request samples featuring prompts from friends, who are all comedians, to announce 🥁🥁🥁 my new membership page! Monthly character card sketch requests for the highest tier (and four-monthly for the penultimate tier) on offer now!

[zrllosyn-art]

Been trying to draw Cassian from Villian to Kill and uh. As you can maybe tell. I am struggling.

[spicypussywave]

(long) intro post

you can call me naomi and this is mainly a bl blog. don't wanna mention my age but i am. young

i'm more of a casual watcher. no metas but i do live-blog sometimes. i don't get obsessed easily. or for too long. until perthchimon

on that note. DNF if you hate perth and chimon, individually or as a ship. and krist perawat (don't stan him but i do have a soft spot for that man i stan him now 🤦🏻) reading this post about him would be nice if you still believe he's problematic.

this is not a pc focused blog, but i do mention them often. they're my babies since dangerous romance lol hope that won't annoy you

my main thai ships currently are kanghansailom (dr), chopperben (nlmg) and kongart (sotus).

i cuss sometimes and don't tag tw. lmk if you need me to

i also gif sometimes so if you've got any request, drop an ask. doesn't have to be a show i'm watching <3

shows/ships that got to me:

dangerous romance (thai bl)

chopper/ben (thai bl nlmg)

kongart (thai bls sotus, sotus s, our skyy)

bad buddy (thai bl)

kawi/pisaeng (thai bl bmf)

the guest (kdrama)

beyond evil (kdrama)

devil judge (kdrama)

destiel (spn)

my beautiful man (jpn bl)

tian/shan (19 days manhua)

girl from nowhere (thai drama)

death note (anime)

to my star (k bl)

wave wasuthorn (thai, the gifted)

stuilly (scream 1996)

dan (thai, the player)

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shows i'm watching: (expect live blogs)

23.5 degrees (on hold)

watching once brain allows me to:

we are

my stand in

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currently obsessing over:

yothagun....

[jewish-jonathansims]

I need a direction so I am going to go through through as many fandoms I can in AO3 and write the most unhinged/funny tags I find.

I AM REMOVING FILTERS, I NEVER REMOVE FILTERS THEY ARE THE BEST THING TO BE INVENTED BUT IT'S FOR SCIENCE

BTW you might find that my fandoms are very inconsistent, that because they are, some are years old (pjo mainly being my first real fandom and it never really left) we also have a lot of crime shows, I watch those with my mom (especially the British once but not only) there is obviously TMA because TMA is just part of who I am for ever and always and will never leave, which spread into general horror. And there are cartoons. And very mainstream stuff , also there is stuff no one knows exist, I am not a consistent person when it comes to genre.

Did I mention I have a full time job as well as a few school deadlines and just a lot of shit going on?

This is going to consume me

BTW this is early 2000's to mid 2010's pjo fandom fault, wtf was going on back there??

[xx-juju]

you could guess the intensity of my obsessions based on how many pins i have saved on each specific pinterest board (you could if they were not all private) (i have 3k+ pins on the jujutsu kaisen board)

[astroni800]

Day 19: Fail.

with prompts by @echothefreak

Did you know that if you sell a tie in Bismark, the game will be unfinishable?

[piratespencil]

The Cinderbrush one shot is sooooo so so good.

[kodzue-ken]

Me: oh wow, a lot of my ocs are based on characters I feel super connected with…. that’s interesting…. and I pair them up with characters that I like….. that’s…. cool….

Me to me, like 30 seconds later: OH

[banditywrites]

Fic Preview: Gilded- Pinch of Platinum

To prove to myself and to anyone who is around that I am still, in fact, writing. 

The beginning of my fic, based on the title prompt: Pinch of Platinum. I have added to the title and that may change or not before posting onto ao3, but here is some of the fic so far anyway. 

Summary: Lance is captured by some not so nice aliens and they are trying to decide what to do with him.

Gilded: Pinch of Platinum

He had gotten too comfortable out in space.

They had won a few fights and he must have let it go to his head, thinking he was good and capable of anything and safe.

He was wrong.

One of the worst parts was not having any memory of what happened. The last thing he remembered was being on the castle and they were making plans to do a supply run on a nearby planet. He was pretty sure he had woken up that morning, he assumed he'd arrived on the designated planet and he had the sinking feeling he had wandered too far off on his own. 

But.

But they were looking for him, right?

He had said something to that effect to his captors early on; that his team would come for him. 

Something about the way they laughed hinted to him that they had heard things like that before. But as time went on and he was kept in a much too small cage as they poked and prodded at him through the bars, he started to wonder.

Were they not looking for him?

Not only not looking, but relieved to be rid of him?

In the cage next to his was a young alien about Lance’s age. One night, the alien shuddered out a story about his family selling him to their captors to pay off some debt.

Lance had been horrified at the idea, the fact that someone’s family could sell them off.... 

But time went by. His muscles cramped from crouching low in his cage for too long. The few prisoners around him began to grow quiet. Weak from thirst, hunger and the consuming darkness; he stopped hearing them cry. 

Surely. Surely, his team hadn't given him away?

Lance didn't know how long it had been before his captors finally ripped him from his cage.

He tried to struggle, but they were a lot bigger than him and, while he had only been managing sips of the brackish water that dripped from a leaking pipe and down onto his cage bars, his captors were well nourished and rested. 

He ended up on the floor with nothing. 

Not a stitch of clothing between him and the cold floor. 

And when they turned harsh, cold water against him, he was ashamed at the way he licked the calmer droplets that settled near his lips. 

Lance didn't think he passed out, but he lost time. 

One moment he was being pulled off the floor and the next he was laying on some sort of thin cot, wrapped in foreign fabric.

"Not working class is he?"

Voices floated above him.

"Not much of a decorative piece either."

"With some adjustments…"

"He'll bring in more money as a display than a slave."

Rough fingers scraped against his face. 

"He just needs a pinch of something here…"

Lance shook under the touch.

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Lance had been waiting to regain his strength, his senses, his courage, before he tried to make an escape. 

But his strength never returned, his senses remained muddled and his courage was muted in his chest. 

He knew he was in a plain room, sitting on the cot with a thin mattress. Not really a bed as it was raised off the floor just a few too many inches to be considered appropriate for sleeping.

Kind of like the examination cot in the castle's medical bay, his brain slowly supplied.

Examination. Lance swallowed thickly.

They had wrapped him in loose garments and allowed him to eat. He could have refused to eat. Could have said he would rather starve than go along with things.

But he was hungry and he thought it might help him think clearly. After his meager meal, he felt detached and so, so tired. He figured out they must have slipped something into his stale bread and he had been too stupid to notice. 

When they finally returned, he was laying down, watching the room slowly spin.

He had been expecting them to hurt him. He didn't know what to do with the calm voice that just asked him questions. Nothing about Voltron or who he was. 

Just about his appearance. 

Could he change colors? Could he grow his hair longer in a few vargas? Was he considered a pretty thing on his planet?

He snorted at that. 

His mother had always said he had pretty eyes. 

He must have said it aloud because a hand was grasping his chin, tilting his face up. Fingers pulled back his eyelids and Lance tried to flinch away too slowly. 

The alien laughed at him and Lance winced at the sound.

"For your mother’s memory, you can keep them then."

Lance blinked at the words and he all at once found the sense to twist out of the rough grasp. He wasn’t successful.

The alien laughed harder.

TBC

[bonesandthebees]

one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

[liquidstar]

i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[vamprisms]

i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "����🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[chikinan]

the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait