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[wesle-y]

Not to be dramatic..... but I need somebody to nut in my mouth.

[vacantgodling]

watched an elden ring lore video and now i wanna work on tcol as you do 🤷🏽‍♂️

[bl-bam-beyond]

THE EIGHTH SENSE (2023, SOUTH KOREA)

Episode 10 [The Finale]

Jae Won (LIM JI SUB) and Ji Hyun (OH JUN TAEK) got their happy ending. They are willing to try and face whatever comes.

@pose4photoml @lutawolf

[j4r-of-flies]

me tbh

[kalofi]

guess who’s not winning father of the year award !!!

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

when ppl are like oh Draco is so hot I’m like ❓❓❓ that scraggly wet rat of a man? That torn umbrella with an attitude problem? That angry little peacock hatchling? You think he’s hot??

Harry gets special dispensation on that tho. Harry is like ohh my god? He is so pretty 🙈🫣🤭 and everyone else is like 🙃

[michellemisfit]

✨ Gold (gold) // Always believe in your soul // You've got the power to know // You're indestructible, always believing // You are gold (gold) // Glad that you're bound to return // There's something I could have learned // You're indestructible, always believing ✨

Medium: GRAPHIK Fine Liner, Gold Gel Pen

✨ Remember we were partners in crime // It’s only two years ago // // Now he's in love with you, he's in love with you // And love is like a high prison wall // You could leave me standing so tall ✨

For @gallacrafts Theme 38: Shameless Pride - and a little bit for an Inktober I’m not participating in lol

Some in progress and close ups behind the cut

[melon-draws-stuff]

ruby art for his bday (I'm late 💀)

plus comic

GUYS PLEASE THIS TOOK SUCH A LONG TIME TO DO 😭😭

[flash22]

some shit just wasn’t meant to be

[tagapagsalaysay]

cant draw fanart rn. Too embarrassed to admit that I suck at greebling

song is SCARED 2 DEATH - black dresses

[greenlantrns]

I wish that the ‘traditionally’ feminine agere aesthetic wasn’t so ridiculously white washed because I feel like a lot of people treat it as the antithesis of inclusivity in the community and it’s so frustrating.

I don’t think people are taking into account that regression is — for a lot of people — an act of self-healing. A lot of young women and girls are not allowed to be feminine. Black women are often told they’re not feminine enough, fat women, and disabled women are all often told the same thing. There are so many women and girls who are told they don’t reach certain standards of femininity.

Hyperfem regression is not just for white littles or skinny littles or any one group and I wish it would stop being set up as the ‘default’ regression that everyone trying to get away from. There is a very diverse crowd that benefits from it and finds it deeply cathartic.

[shady-scripter]

To Feed the Bird

Fic inspired by @isasan347 art!

And somewhat my Captivity whumptober from last year-

This wasn’t supposed to happen, right? Like, the real heroes were supposed to be going through these portals! Like Mr. Hero! He was supposed to be seeing this giant purple-gold rift and walk through.

But Ravio was with the big guy’s wife, the buff one’s probable boyfriend, the scarred one’s nephew, the short one’s grandpa, the pirate’s uncle, Impa, and the chosen’s best friend.

It wasn’t like he’d never gone through an era-bending portal before. But, there was no way everyone here had battle experience.

They found themselves in the woods, fog swaying across the ground. The short one’s grandpa, Smith, recognized it as Minish Woods.

Groose, with the approval of Malon, asked Tulin to scout the area. Now they were all sitting around a fire, waiting for the young Rito to return.

Impa handed out the rations to everyone soon enough. Just a pack of a few crackers. Ravio stared at the pack feeling as if he would cry. Usually Linebeck voiced Ravio’s thoughts, but he was quiet tonight.

Ravio ripped open the pack and ate one out of six crackers. He was lucky that each one was the size of his palm.

Ravio winced as he felt a sharp scratch on his head. He brought his hand up and, sure enough, his faithful companion took a spot perched on his outstretched finger. Sheerow had been hanging around Groose for some time, but Ravio thought it better not to question it.

Sheerow chiros were squeaky and short, but Ravio felt a comfort in them. Sheerow’s chiros never changed no matter what they’d been through together.

He wondered if this is how Link felt. Going to all of these random different countries, for the only constant to be that dumb hat he held onto.

Goddesses he missed Link.

The fire went out and a puff of air blasted in Ravio’s face.

“Up, up! They’re coming!” Ravio felt his ears perk upward. Link was coming!

“Who’s coming?” Everyone was on their feet at the arrival of the Rito child.

“Monsters!” Ravio’s ears flattened. Of course. Ravio turned around and grabbed his hammer, bringing it up to place its weight on his shoulder.

That was when the shuffling became easy to hear. Looking around, almost no one was armed. Impa still had her sword, Tulin had his bow, Shad had given Groose his dagger, and that was it.

“Tulin, stay back and protect the others as best as you can,” Impa ordered, her once light voice turning cold.

The hairs on the back of Ravio’s neck stood as the first bokoblin breached the tree line. He rushed in, his hammer whistling in the wind. He caught a boko’s stomach and it flew into the one next to it.

Ravio knew, with the letters Link used to send him, that they wouldn’t go down that easy, but he swung at the next bunch.

His arms were starting to grow tired. Impa told him to fall back, to help Tulin protect the others. This wasn’t working. Impa and Groose had cuts all over, so did he, but he wasn’t doing anything back here!

Some years ago, he’d be cowering in fear, begging Hilda to save him.

“Ravio,” he jolted at the tap on his back. Her hand grabbed his hammer before he could protest. “Let me ‘ave a try at the mallet, yeah?”

Ravio pressed his lips into a thin line before letting Malon take his weapon. She twirled it in her hands before looking onto the onslaught of monsters with a look Ravio could only describe as whimsy on her face before she dashed forward.

She bashed a monster, it turned into dust before it hit the ground. He heard Impa laugh as Malon began to clear more and more monsters with his mallet.

Ravio told Malon to keep the mallet. She was more useful than he was with it.

Ravio ate another cracker, his stomach begged for it, but his head begged him not to. Impa’s eyes told him that his mind was far smarter than his mouth. Most of him didn’t care anymore.

“You know those are rations, right?” Ravio’s eye twitched at Groose’s words.

“Yes, but I’m hungry.”

“You haven’t done anything to be hungry.” Ravio’s hand stilled mid-bite.

“Groose,” Malon said, her voice quizzical.

“You got tired so fast that Malon had to take your place, and she did better than you!” Ravio threw his cracker at Groose and stood up.

Behind Ravio’s eyes, he saw the blood and bones of monsters and Hylians alike. Unlike what society would say, they all bleed the same. No matter what color, no matter what race. They all bleed red.

Ravio stood in front of Groose, his eyes wide. “Shut up.”

“Boys,” Smith stood from across the fire they remade.

Groose’s eyebrows furrowed. “I dare-“

Ravio yanked Groose’s collar so their faces were only inches apart. “My name might not be Link, but I am his counterpart, or do I need to prove it?”

“That is enough!” Ravio felt a spike of pain in his ear and quickly let go of Groose.

“Ow! Let me- oof!” He was thrown back next to his bag, Malon standing over him. “Eat your food, Ravio.”

“Well-“

“You’re not angry hun, you’re hungry. Eat,” Malon sat beside Ravio. “That goes for him too.” She nodded to Groose who was being scolded by Smith.

Ravio sighed, aggressively chomping on his remaining crackers.

“You know, he has been feeding your bird lately.” Malon hummed.

“With what? I wasn’t-“ Ravio suddenly stopped his chewing, a sinking feeling filling his chest. “Oh…”

“Yeah. I should’ve told him to stop, but he just…” she glanced over at Groose who also begrudgingly gnawed at his crackers. “He looked his age, you know? He says that he’s only twenty-two, but he always looks like he’s twenty-seven or twenty-eight. When he fed your bird, he looked twenty-two.”

Ravio glared at the grass under him.

“Your bird sits next to him even now, see?” Ravio looked over and saw exactly that. Sheerow jumped around Groose’s hand that held the cracker. Groose looked down at Sheerow with such a regretful look, Ravio felt it in his soul.

Ravio’s shoulders unknowingly untensed at the sight. “Sheerow!” He called, his companion flew over. Ravio didn’t miss how Groose’s eyes followed Sheerow.

Ravio broke off a quarter of his cracker. “Ravio,” Malon protested, but the quarter was in Sheerow’s beak before his name fully came out.

Ravio glanced up and saw Groose’s eyes relax as he took his bites out of his own crackers.

“He’s my friend. I should’ve paid more attention to him.” Ravio sighed. “Maybe I should apologize…”

[kalofi]

namviv

[st4rboyloser]

saw a man walking his bull down the street today

[michellemisfit]

@gallacrafts Theme 35: Let’s Ride

Ian should really have clocked the teasing smirk on his husband’s face as Mickey pulled up outside Ian’s work, but it’s been a long day and Ian is fucking exhausted, so excuse him if he isn’t at his sharpest. He falls into the passenger seat with a brief ‘hi’ and a heavy sigh, immediately closing his eyes.

All he wants is to sleep through to Monday, but eventually Ian catches on to the excitement radiating off the man in the driver’s seat, drags his eyes open and turns his head, drawing breath to ask Mickey what’s going on. Which is when he sees… it.

“The fuck, Mickey?”

Mickey immediately bursts out laughing. “It’s you, see?”

No. Ian does not see.

“I found it at the gas station, by the check out! The packet said it’s a ginger! … Get it?” Mickey gleefully explains, and Ian? Well. Ian does not have the energy to deal with this right now, so he shakes his head, closes his eyes again, and tries to ignore his husband’s continuous chortle.

He’ll get him back. After he’s had some sleep!

It takes Ian a lot longer than expected and several fruitless online searches - who knew cutsie car air fresheners were that fucking popular?? - but after clicking through seemingly hundreds of different ones - almost giving up and just buying the middle finger one cause… well… Mickey - he finally finds and orders the perfect one!

A grumpy black cat, with scruffy hair, blue eyes, and ridiculously angry eyebrows.

And the crowning glory? The cat is much shorter than the ginger!

“Oh, fuck off!” Mickey grumbles, while Ian beams, attaching the second air freshener to the rear view mirror of their car.

Mickey may bitch about how he’s not “a stupid fucking cat”, and later on that it “doesn’t even make sense. You actually are ginger!”, and even later still “And my eyebrows do not look like that!!”

And yet, Mickey doesn’t take them down.

In fact, Ian often catches Mickey glancing at them - swaying and bouncing against each other as the car rumbles down the road - and sometimes Mickey even cracks a little smile.

But only when he thinks Ian isn’t looking, of course.

The End.

Medium: Felt

(Some in progress pictures behind the cut)

[caesarinsalata]

So, this is gonna be a bit of a read, but I thought of a little AU idea and I kind of wrote a mock Prologue for it???

(yes I drew little doodles for it. End me lol)

Since it's set back in time when Xerxes was still a bustling empire, I figured Amestris would be in the 15th century of sorts. (Yes I know Amestris wasn't even made yet, but in this Medieval/Xerxes AU it is!)

Cause I looked into it and figured out Xerxes fell around 1480 or so?? So we're going with medieval Amestris.

It starts out with the trio being young (like 6 and 5 years of age) just so you have an idea.

So if y'all wouldn't mind taking a moment to read this little (3000?) Word excerpt I created out of my ass today, that would be awesome! Not promising it's in character or good 🤣👌🏽

TITLE: Achaemenid

PROLOGUE

Xerxes, a stand alone empire betwixt Xing and Amestris. No one dared challenge or overthrow this stretch of desert as a result of its King. He was ruthless and heartless at times. Yet Communicable and selfless at others. Alongside his majesty stilling the hearts of his enemies, no one particularly wanted such a vast wasteland. Nor could they grasp why an empire rose within the center of it.

The air surrounding Xerxes, upon approaching, was different somehow. No one could place it. All who came to the border of Xerxian territory felt as though something had passed through them or vice versa. The conspicuous distinction in the clearity of the desert sky on the other side of this “border” felt unnerving yet reassuring. At least the air looked sand free the closer the caravan trudged to their destination. The only effective means of travel in the desert was by camel back. Any other means was surely suicide.

“Are thee thirsty?”

The traveling company consisted of four camels, but five riders. Three were knights, bequeathed the honour of smuggling the remaining Rockbell family line from further extinction. They had been labeled traitors in their home country, Amestris. Despite being but a lowly old hag and orphaned child, the Queen wanted blood for crimes they had not committed. Someone on the inside, took action and fabricated the plan to get them to safety before the Queen decreed their sentence.

“Drink, before thy self run dry.”

The knight’s clothed arm held steady in front of Pinako Rockbell. She huffed a thank you, her aggravation more towards the scorching heat than him. After taking a drink herself, she gave the rest to Winry Rockbell, who sat in her lap.

“Drink child.”

Winry took the flask in her tiny hands, touching it to her lips and tilted it back. Finishing with a gasp of air, she felt much better. But a refreshing drink of water did nothing to wash away the fact that her parents were dead and are perceived to be traitors. She knew, without a doubt, that they were most certainly not. She wanted to cry again, but recalled granny telling her to conserve her fluids. This journey had been longer than she anticipated.

Finally coming across life of some kind, the caravan ventured across a bridge stretching over an irrigation system that seemed to go for miles in opposite directions. There were people actively digging the system down below. Hearing hooves shuffle across the stone, a handful of them turned to look up.

Winry ducked her head to escape their gaze, but soon was in awe of their odd features. Each and every one of them had gold hair that varied in shades. But what really caught her attention were the array of amber gold eyes staring her way. They varied in intensity as well, but each was piercing in their own right. She couldn't look away. After staring a moment, the people began to wave an arm in greeting in unison, smiles on their faces. They were oddly friendly to strangers. The people down below disappeared over the hump of the bridge once they crossed it and made it back to land, moreso sand.

The knight's accompanying them steered their herd towards a stable like building meant for housing the camels of travelers for their later departure. Except, they weren't leaving anytime soon, Winry thought. The knight's would leave them behind to burn under the hot sun. Although, now that they were in town, the sun didn't seem that bad anymore, but it still weighed on them.

Given Granny’s and Winry's size, the knights had to help them down off of the towering camels safely. Granny didn't like a grown man touching her, but she figured it would be best not to complain. They did all this for them. She took Winry's hand since she didn't feel safe in a foreign land whatsoever.

“Stay by my side, Winry.”

Winry noded and hid behind her as they walked down the center of the shopping district. A perfect place to attract travelers for money. Everyone they passed seemed to be happy to see them or at least friendly. Some would talk to each other and watch them pass. Granny didn't like being on display like this, she squeezed Winry's hand.

It felt like ages, but they finally walked to the center of the empire and scaled the thousands of stairs it took to get to the throne room. Winry wanted to slap this King or whatever. No one would want to come here and climb a mountain of stairs just for a King.

Once they basked in the vast throne room, the knights turned to Granny.

“Ma’am, the lass need not pay the King audience. Only thee must accompany us.” The knight speaking bowed, but Granny didn't like this idea.

“I'm not leaving her alone. She comes with me.”

“Ma’am…the King wouldn't-”

He was cut off by a tall young man, sporting a blonde beard and hair pulled back in a ponytail. “If I may?”

Pinako looked over and up to glare at whoever else wanted to take Winry from her. “Who are you? I'm not leaving her.”

The man put up his hands in surrender. He didn't take being yelled at very well. “I mean no harm, ma’am. Id like to suggest taking your…..granddaughter for the time being. I have two boys of my own she could distract herself with. I'm sure your conversation with the King will be short and sweet.”

“Like hell you think im-”

“Please please. I promise no harm will come to her. The King doesn't like children in his throne room. She would just upset him. Me on the other hand, I love them. She'll be safe with me.” He gave a pause and looked Pinako in the eyes, putting his hands together in a prayer form. “I promise.”

Pinako didn't care how many times he repeated himself, she didn't like this at all. Leaving her only granddaughter with a random stranger did not sit well with her.

The knight cut in this time. “Make haste, the King doesnt take nicely to waiting.”

“Alright alright. Fine. Get off my back will ya!” Pinako grumbled, turning to Winry. She grabbed both of Winry's hands this time and squeezed. “Winry. I don't want to do this, but you're going to be spending some time with that man there. I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?”

Winry nods. “Okay, Granny.” She looked to the blonde man smiling down at her. He wasn't unnerving or creepy. He looked really sweet and nice. He held his hand out and looked from Winry to Pinako.

“I will take good care of her for you. She'll have fun with my boys, I know it. Come come.”

Winry slowly took his hand and let go of Pinako’s. Neither looking like they wanted to go anywhere. Winry watched Granny go through the big double doors and disappear. She'd be lying if she wasn't worried now.

“Oh where are my manners,” the man smiled down at her while walking her down a corridor. “My name is Von Hohenhiem. What’s-”

“Winry.”

Her sudden response gave him pause, but Hohenhiem smiled anyway. “I know this is stressful and scary, but I promise you'll be just fine. There's nothing to fear now. Through here.”

He guided her through an archway, pushing aside fabric in the way to reveal what looked to be a library with an open floor in the center.

“Boys! We have company.”

No response. He smiles nervously down at Winry. Clearing his throat he tried again.

“Edward! Alphonse!”

He was complimented by a grumble and shuffling of books falling over.

“I'm coming! I'm coming! I was just getting to a good part!”

A moment later, a boy appeared from around a bookshelf, not looking happy to be disturbed. He wore robes like his father with red trim. His hair short in the back, but long in the front, most of it covering the sides of his face. He blinked, seeming disturbed by Winry, obviously not expecting someone else. Turning to look back he sighed.

“Come on Al.”

Another boy poked his head out, hiding behind his brother. Much more shy than the first one. He also wore a robe like his brother, but with blue trim.

As they stepped closer to her, Winry got a closer look at their golden features. She could make out more detail compared to the people under the bridge. These two boys sported the most brilliant golden eyes out of all the eyes she's seen on the way in here. She couldn't help but stare.

“Winry. These are my boys. The one with the sour expression is Edward. The one hiding is Alphonse. Now, I have some work to do for the King. Play nice boys. Don't make her cry.” Hohenhiem looks from Al to Ed. “Edward.”

The boy named Edward had obviously taken offense to this.

“Wha- I haven't done anything yet!” Crossing his arms he looks at Winry, but it looks more like a glare.

“Be nice, I'll let you know when your granny is ready for you, Winry dear.”

Winry nods, watching him leave as the fabric falls back in the doorway, she turns back to Ed and Al.

Collectively, they all stare at each other. Winry couldn't help but notice Al still hiding behind his brother.

“Umm….” Winry started, but Ed cut her off.

“Sooo, Winry huh? What do you wanna do then? All we have are books and some toys. Not much though. We're just slaves after all…” Ed huffs, lowering his arms and resting them on his hips.

“Slaves?” Winry looked worried.

“Yeah, slaves.” He tilted it head at her, his golden hair falling in his face a bit. “Don't you have those where you're from?”

“But you all look the same…”

Edward cocked an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with it? Only the alchemists live well here.” He shrugged but put on a proud smile and pointed at himself with his thumb, puffing his chest out. “Soon we'll be skilled alchemists and surpass those losers!”

Al spoke up for the first time from behind Ed, pushing down on his left shoulder. “Brother-” He hissed at him. “Don't say that out loud, they might hear you….”

“Whatever, Al, it won't matter when we're out of here!” Ed absolutely beamed at his brother.

“Al…chemists?” Winry blinked, completely dumbfounded. “What in the world is that?”

Ed and Al turned their heads and looked at her in unison. Almost in sync. “You don't know what Alchemy is?” They even spoke in unison too.

Winry shook her head, her hair swishing in her face.

Ed looked at Al and Al looked at Ed. They smiled and looked back to Winry. They bursted with energy at her and grabbed both her hands, she almost ran out of the room.

“Come on!”

“We’ll show you!”

Yanking her into the room’s center, there was a carpet lain out for play. They let go of her and ran in random directions, searching through books and scrolls. Winry opted to stand on the very edge of the carpet, deciding to keep her distance. Both boys looked like they wanted to show her a new strange rock they found in the forest or something of the like.

Edward emerged first carrying a scroll and chalk sticks. Alphonse had bottles and jars of unknown substances. Winry was more curious now. If they were this interested in something like this, whatever it was, it must be cool.

Ed rolled up the carpet aggressively and chucked it aside. Holding open a scroll, he read off of it and began drawing lines on the stone floor. Winry was confused now. Was this Alchemy? Drawing on the floors in chalk?

As Ed finished, it was clear to Winry that it was a giant circle with triangles and writing she couldn't understand.

“What-?”

Edward tisked. “Not done yet.”

Winry shut her mouth.

Al gave him a few jars of….stuff and they both opened them and poured out the contents in the center.

“Now the material.”

“Ready?”

They got down to their knees and smiled at each other at opposite sides of the circle.

“Ready.”

A few moments went by, nothing. Winey was about to say something again when the chalk started to glow. She couldnt believe her eyes, her mouth fell open. What felt like wind was circling around the outer circle. Lights and sparks erupted from the center and triangles. The light was everywhere. The boys didn't seem bothered by this at all, they were smiling down at the pile of material they offered to the center and waited.

As the light show continued, the pile started moving. Winry's eyes grew wider. It started taking the shape of a….doll head.

That's when it got terrifying.

The doll head wiggled it's way out of the pile along with a body attached. As it formed the facial features, it looks like something out of a nightmare.

Winry started to whine. But the boys didn't stop until they heard her wail.

They whipped their heads around with worry plastered on their faces. Winry was slouched on the ground crying and rubbing her eyes. Trying to get rid of the sight that bore into her eyes. She heard their footsteps and felt their hands on her arms. Trying to get her to stop crying.

“Winry! Winry! It's okay!” Alphonse was pleading with her, holding her forearm and touching her shoulder. Edward didn't know what to do. He's only ever consoled a crying Al, but that's different than a girl crying. He just hovered and looked ashamed and lost.

When the boys got her to a hiccup, she finally took her head out of her hands and looked at them in front of her. The worry was very real on their faces. They bowed their heads and slumped.

“We're sorry…”

“We didn't know it would scare you…”

Winry hiccupped, but looked over Ed's shoulder to see a fully formed, not scary, doll sitting at the center of the circle. She looked back to sets of golden eyes looking at her. One of them looked like they were about to cry too. She smiled a little. They were only trying to show her something and make her happy.

She was about to ask if she could have the doll when Hohenhiem whipped the fabric at the doorway open.

“I heard crying! Edward, what did you do??”

The remorse on Ed's face was gone in a flash. He jumped up and huffed, stomping his feet.

“I didn't do nothing!”

Hohenhiem scanned the tosseled rug and the obvious circle drawn on the floor. He slouched and sighed, pinching his nose.

“Did you scare her with Alchemy?”

Ed crossed his arms and turned away, puffing out his cheek. “No….”

Al stood up and gripped his robes. “Yes…” Ed whipped around and opened his arms at Al in a ‘are you serious?’ manner. Sour for being ratted on.

Hohenhiem sighed again. “I'm sorry Winry. I didn't think these two were going to immediately give you nightmares as soon as I left them alone with you. I should've known…”

Ed huffed again. “What's that supposed to mean??”

Winry’s eyes whipped from one to another. Amazed by the life in the room. Silently getting up while the other two argued, she tentatively picked up the doll and inspected it. Al quietly tapped her shoulder and smiled when she looked over.

“You can have that if you want it. It won't fall apart. It's really a real doll.” He smiled soft and sweet. “We made it just for you.”

She didn't know what would come of her life here in Xerxes now that she was stuck here for the foreseeable future, but with these two around, she knows it'll be interesting at least.

“Thanks, Al.”