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[zeenormal]

i’m actually being genuine when i say that i love 1890s clothing to the point of suicide. is this what reverence feels like? devotion?

I started drawing the Ever After High girls in random historical fashion eras… why? I have no idea

Raven Queen in 1890s, Apple White in Italian Renaissance.

Briar Beauty in 1920s, Madeline Hatter in 1880s

No particularly reason for the eras, just the vibe I get from the characters and their designs!

[papermonkeyism]

The company I work for is considering changing their markers to a new brand, and sent my department a package to test out before committing.

I took that personally.

So, I got a project for today's breaks, to stress test the crap out of this one marker. Let's see how it goes! First coffee break: sketch.

[everotten]

I stand with my cancelled wife

[welcomingdisaster]

So he died in the dark, he who had never feared the dark, who had spent his youth caving and diving deep into the sea, he would had carried light undying with him into the night, who had danced by the dying embers of the fire, who loved best the hours just before the rising of the sun and the cool shadows.

So he died in the tower which he had built, he who had ever favored small spaces and hide-aways, fitting as a child under tables and beds, within the hollows and tree-houses and tents and holes and caves, who unlike his kin could not bear to sleep in the open plains, who had always liked the tight embrace of stone around him.

And now he is Aman, that land he had left, where the sun is brightest and the world is open and there is nothing at all to hide from, and he is walking hand-in-hand with the king and everyone watches him, because he was dead and he is not anymore, because he bit a werewolf to death, because his little city has collapsed in on itself and crumbled to nothing, because he has seen the depth of the darkness and what lies below it. But he had known all this would come to pass, so perhaps it does not pain him.

[adorkastock]

Okay okay NEXT pose ref group shoot: FULL ARMOR FOR EVERYONE

Look, if someone wants to buy me a suit of armour, I’ll test the hell out of it. But until then, here’s some theory!

As always, more content, tutorials, etc. over on Patreon

[evangelina830]

Gurl spy

[aeruthien]

Regardless, I am sorry, and I regret that I'm not outright dead already and that you have to stare at this walking pantomime of a life in front of you, but Kiki, I'm grateful for the time I have left to look on you, and I am grateful to fight for your future. And I'm grateful for that chance you took on me. - Vax, C1 E103, 15m19s

Just bringing this quote back for no reason :)

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

i will ignore all the tordedd and tomtord requests in my askbox and instead draw tordmatt for. some reason

Content warning: suggestive

[widgenstain]

Lions are too noble and fitting his ideas of manliness. I vote run down by a cybertruck, put in reverse, run down again and once more for good measure.

i just never want to see elon musk happy

[bb-enablefreebuild]

Commander Wake to John after she inseminated herself

[tsunauticus]

Hey guys I know we’re talking about how Cait leaving Vi reflects Vi leaving Jinx in season 1

The parallels are clearly there, but to me, it also reminds me of a pattern within Vi’s story.

Any time that she “left” someone, she’s kept away from them by force.

When Vi leaves Vander and her group at The Last Drop, Vander locks her in the basement. She’s physically trapped, unable to stop him or save him. While he’s carried away, and she can only assume by the blood splatter on the window that he’s dead

When Jinx’s monkey bomb goes off, Vi is trapped under the rubble but can clearly see Mylo and Claggor

Then once she sees the monkey head, she can only assume Powder/Jinx is under there too

Then of course, Vi is forcefully taken away from Powder/Jinx when Marcus puts her in Stillwater

For 6 years.

And once she’s let out, she finally reunites with her sister, is finally able to make right all the times she couldn’t be there to protect her family

Until she’s knocked out by the Firelights and taken away from Jinx

She’s a character whose physical prowess is highlighted; who breaks traitors’ jaws in prison, who wipes the floor with Silco’s shimmer-drugged mechs, and wins a fight by throwing Sevika into the jukebox.

And yet, for a character that is so strong, every time she loses someone, it’s because she’s trapped beyond her physical capabilities.

She’s strong, but to herself, she’s not strong enough to save the people she loves.

[seabeck]

Catnip: not even once

[stupidvillainousposts]

Scenario: The Mystery Trio is Needed to Take Care of Something Near the Bermuda Triangle

There were only two rooms.

Stan: So... how's this gonna go?

Fidds: I wouldn't mind sleepin' on the floor.

Ford: Absolutely not! Neither of us would mind sharing a bed with you, right Stanley?

Stan, sweating buckets: Uh, yeah. Right.

Fidds: Oh! That's so nice! Who will I sleep with?

Ford: Unfortunately, we all know me. I won't be getting much sleep, if any. Stanley is your best bet.

Stan, inwardly: Fuuuuuuu-

Fidds: Okay! If that's okay with Stanley, o' course.

Stan, inwardly: No, I'm gonna fall in love more if you do.

Stan, out loud: Yeah, sure. No problem.

-Later That Night-

Fidds, cuddled against Stan: It was nice o' ya to let me sleep with ya, Stanley.

Stan: Mhm.

Fidds: Ya sure this ain't a bother? That... I ain't a bother?

Stan: 'course not!

Fidds: So... you're okay wit' me huggin' ya?

Stan: Yup.

Fidds, incredibly annoyed: Fer the love of everything, Stanley! Just take me already!

Stan: THANK YOU SO MUCH!

-Meanwhile, With Ford-

Ford, as he hears everything going on next door: *Currently Regretting All of His Life Choices*

[vorchagirl]

Here's a little teeeensy tiny snippet of a Rook x Spite moment from a future chapter of my fic Untouchable - enjoy!

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Kash awoke to the sensation of hands sliding over her skin, the rustle of feathers, and the deep purple glow that could only be Spite. She opened her eyes to find the room still in darkness, the watery light of the window hidden behind the thick velvet drapes and lit only by the amethyst glow of Spite's wings as he curled them around her in a glowing cocoon. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as though ravenously hungry, and trailed a hand down her thigh, his nails scraping along her skin.

“My Rook,” he murmured possessively, rolling himself on top of her in a graceful move that sent wisps of purple drifting through the air. “You smell of Lucanis. Of us.”

🤫😉🫠

[flamboyant-king]

I bought more Pokemon cards today.