#(because of course it was two boys)

[technically-human]

The infamous puppy debacle of '94

[lgbtlunaverse]

Horrible thing to say but I think there's a real chance Jiang Yanli was both of her parents' least favorite child and knew it and just kinda. Had to go on with her life knowing that.

[davinciae]

as the trees // cry their leaves // vulnerable // just like me //

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[tennessoui]

Hahaha i loved the pregnant one! What about the #19 with obikin please?

aw thank you!! and yes, here you go! tbh i had like....no idea what to do with this one but...enjoy!

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 13. 'kiss me.' (LATEST) - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

19. 'the paint's supposed to go where?'

Anakin looks around at the assembled members of the Council, but no one is smiling. He risks a glance at Obi-Wan, only to find his master looking just as confused as he feels. This is both not a good sign, because that means the Council has gone so rogue that not even Obi-Wan understands what they're up to, and a great sign, because it means that Anakin isn't alone in...whatever this is.

"A break?" He repeats. The word sounds as foreign as it feels for him to speak. "You want me to...take a break. From the war."

"Not a matter of what, it is," Grandmaster Yoda assures him as he crosses his hands over the handle of his gimer stick. "Need a break, you do. Need a moment for yourselves, you both do."

"I quite disagree," Obi-Wan says immediately, and Anakin feels himself relax. If his master can be counted on for anything, it is to disagree in such well-articulated manner that other people just sort of get tired of arguing. "Perhaps a short wartime leave for General Skywalker would be permissible, even recommended, but I can assure you that I need no such intervention."

Anakin scowls. His master can't be counted on for anything these days. How could he have forgotten? After Rako Hardeen, after everything....

"A rest, you need as well, Master Obi-Wan," Yoda disagrees, sounding stern. "Asked for much from you, we have. Spent too long on the front lines, you have. Forgotten life outside the war, you both have."

"We're generals," Anakin points out, crossing his arms over his chest. He glares at the wall somewhere above Yoda's head. "I would think you'd want us to be focused on the ongoing war effort."

"Not to the detriment of your health," Master Windu says quietly. He's sitting straight-backed and tense in his Council seat, but his eyes look kind. Anakin doesn't think he can bear his kindness right now. Not while he's getting--getting demoted.

"My health is--" both Obi-Wan and Anakin snap at the same time before they cut off and look at each other before looking away. Anakin's throat feels tight, and he squeezes his mech-hand into a tight fist before forcing himself to relax.

"A bond, you share," Grandmaster Yoda intones as he looks between the pair of them. "Let it fall to ruin, we should not. All the more special, our ties to one another, in times of war and ruin. All the closer, we should keep the other."

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan says, sitting upright in his chair for the first time this session. There's a rosy pink blush staining his cheeks. Anakin knows that looking at it for too long would be incredibly unwise for his long-term emotional stability. "But I have to ask: on what information are you basing these orders on? Have we acted in any way to make you think an intervention from the Council was necessary? Over something so personal?"

Yoda's ears flick backwards, and his face remains impassive. His Force signature, however, tinges with disbelief and something that feels a lot like amusement.

"Show them, we should," he tells Windu, and the other master agrees with a sigh, pulling up a file on his datapaad and keying it into the projecting device in the Council Room.

Anakin blinks and then narrows his eyes in confusion. He recognizes the still image projected in front of him. Or at least, half of it.

On the right side, it's him, sat in front of a holo camera with a printed picture in front of him. He remembers this. This was from a week ago. They'd brought in a Coruscanti mind-healer for the day to take observations of the Jedi fighting in the war. Anakin had been asked to participate in the study, given that he'd just returned for a short leave from the war front.

He hadn't realized Obi-Wan had also been asked to participate in the same thing, but there his master was in the split screen next to him.

"Oh," he says and he can feel the flush working its way across his cheeks as he remembers the sort of questions the mind-healer had asked him and how he'd responded. "I--I thought that was anonymous."

"It is," Master Windu says. "For most all of the other participants. Your results were worrying enough that Healer Soleuk flagged them for us."

"That's not how anonymity works," Obi-Wan bites out from his seat, and his flush has grown deeper as well. Red now, down to his neck. "Really, Mace--"

"Play it," Grandmaster Yoda commands, and Anakin's side of the screen bursts into motion.

"So I'm just here to get an understanding of how you've been while at war, Anakin," the mind healer's voice says from off-holo camera. "I'm not here to pass judgement or tell your supervisors anything you tell me. Do you understand?"

The Anakin on the screen nods, arms crossed tightly over his chest in a posture that looks incredibly defensive.

In the here and now, Anakin carefully uncrosses his arms and lets them drop to his side.

"Good," the mindhealer says. "Now, on the flimsi sheet before you, there's an outline of a humanoid body. I have about 10 other generic outlines of common sentient forms if you would like to switch to something else, but I wanted to start us out with this one. Do you see it?"

The Anakin on screen nods, and Anakin remembers how tedious he'd found the mind healer's commitment to describing every single thing she said or did as if he were a youngling who couldn't speak Galactic basic.

"Good," the healer says, and the Anakin on the screen's eye twitches. "Now, there are five vials of differently colored paint in before you. I'm going to give you ten minutes. Please use whichever paint, or combinations of paints, you would like to express yourself."

"What?" the Anakin on the screen says, eyebrows furrowing as he looks between the flimsi on the table and the mind healer. "Sorry, but--the paint's supposed to go where?"

"Wherever you want it to go, though I suppose preferably somewhere on the flimsi," the mindhealer tells him in the sort of tone Anakin's only ever heard the crechémaster use. "View this as...an opportunity to express yourself and your thoughts on the war. How has it impacted your body, your mind, if you decide that flimsi outline is yourself? How do you carry it? If I were looking for the war, where would I find it on this humanoid outline?"

The Anakin on the screen blinks at her and then his face flinches. Anakin remembers the feeling. He'd thought she was stupid or something. He'd thought she was wasting his time with finger paintings.

It's almost a relief, then, that Windu pauses the holo right as Anakin bends over his flimsi to start painting. And it's definitely a relief that apparently Obi-Wan was subjected to the same indignities.

Though of course his master handles himself with much more poise than Anakin had. He doesn't cross his arms as he listens to the mind healer, at least. And he seems to have so much patience for her dumb experiment and so many questions in turn that it's the mind healer's voice that goes high and thin with impatience, not Obi-Wan's.

But the holo is paused at the same moment, with Obi-Wan pulling the piece of flimis towards him and picking up one of the vials of paints.

Master Windu flicks the holoprojection to the next picture. Anakin squints at it. He recognizes his own work, of course, but his attention is caught by trying to study Obi-Wan's.

"One hundred Jedi were asked to participate in Healer Soleuk's study over the course of 5 days," Master Windu tells them. "As she said, she offered ten different outlines of sentient forms and five different colors of paint to use to map onto the bodies. You two were unique in two aspects. You were the only ones to solely use the color red in your drawings. And you were also the only ones to make your outlines look recognizably like another Jedi. Specifically, Master Kenobi drew a mech-arm on his figurine as well as a scar through the eyebrow of its right eye, and Knight Skywalker gave his figurine an orange beard--which he spent three minutes of his ten allotted minutes mixing paint for."

Anakin doesn't think anyone could pay him enough credits to get him to look at his master right now, and if the man's sudden silence in the Force is any indication, Obi-Wan feels the same way.

"Now, our understanding is that both of you painted the wounds that the other has incurred during the war. From memory, including the wounds received on missions where you were assigned apart. Is this correct?"

Anakin crosses his arms and frowns down at his feet.

"So," Master Windu says when neither of them replies, "to sum this up: your understanding of the war and its costs--your visualization of the whole of the galactic-wide war that has claimed the lives of many and disrupted everyone's peace and put at risk everyone's future--is, specifically, the wartime injuries that your partner has sustained while fighting it?"

Obi-Wan doesn't say anything so Anakin doesn't say anything either. Like Master, like padawan, he supposes.

"Right," Master Windu says. "So obviously, you're being given a two week leave. We've booked the pair of you passage to Scarif to leave in four hours. Please do remember to pack your sunscreen, Kenobi. I would hate to see how much red paint Knight Skywalker would have to use on your body-map the next time if you don't."

[naffeclipse]

Talk about your monster husband ocs coward (affectionate❤️)

Everyone, the tumblr user themeeplord is bullying me (affectionate <3)!!

You have no idea how normal I am about my monster OCs. They're so lovely just let me—ahhh!

Hawthorn is a Mothman monster. His wings are based on the garden tiger moth and he is so fluffy! He has a thick fuzz on his neck and chest and is a warm, cuddlebug. He also possesses bright orange eyes that pierce the darkness and startle the unfortunate late-night hikers or anyone piercing into the woods after midnight.

He has a thing for hanging out in the thick woods near where the MC lives. Wherever he goes, bad omens follow. He really shouldn't be near MC—he knows he'll be the death of his precious little human, but he can't help it. He's drawn to the MC like a moth to a flame (heheh). He's delightful and gentlemanly, but don't let that fool you. He's got a possessive stretch a mile wide and does not take kindly to anyone giving the MC looks or reaching out for a too-familiar touch. He will bristle and buzz, and fly swift and silent through the darkness to chase after anyone to ensure the MC stays all to himself. He is a bad omen, after all.

Grease is an oil demon! He feeds off of fear, literally, and delights in terrifying people in the night. His body is slick and iridescent, and he is constantly dripping black goo from his person. He is capable of shifting his form to hide in a puddle, slink underneath doors, or bubble through a crack in a broken window. He's got wicked sharp teeth, and eyes like a tiger but with a pale, unsettling blue color. He possesses tendrils on his head that constantly drip and a long, slick tail that he can use to grab MC by the ankle. He's terribly seductive and charming, terrifying but mischievous. He likes to say 'boo' just to watch MC jump. Of course, he's not all tang and salt. He's got a sweet side that rouses in a protectiveness over MC. He's possessive, sure, and he's marked his claim with the oil stains on MC's work apron, but he's got an ooey-gooey center of sweetness that MC occasionally finds when he blushes at a stray touch or a nice comment about him.

Calmo 91, otherwise just called Calmo, is a robot. Constructed in the 90s with a box TV screen head to match, he has bright yellow optics in the screen face along with thick wires falling behind his head in a ponytail-like fashion. He is cool and difficult to read but wickedly intelligent and learning much about humans and affections. His body is a thin endoskeleton with plastic matt gray coverings that give peeks of blue, red, and yellow wires at his metallic joints. He's got a mysterious past the MC is attempting to unravel that he truly wishes the MC would leave be. He's got much to learn about technology but he quickly figures out how to connect to the MC's phone for texting, phone calls, and other useful things of course, like keeping tags on where MC is and monitoring MC's heart rate. Useful tools. Modern technology. Living in the MC's house, he gets to spend more domestic time with the human he decided is kind and generous, but the MC occasionally finds him at the foot of the bed in the darkness, his yellow optics strangely switched to red until the MC says his name and his optics revert back to yellow again.

[luvuomi]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓.

゛star-crossed lovers. they, who shall defy the stars ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

“love can be just as fickle as fate itself my child. but some day, you may very well come across a wrinkle amongst this finely woven tapestry that is your fate. it won’t be something you notice at first, and you will simply carry on with your days as usual — perhaps they’ll feel a little brighter. the moon always does appear more luminous when it’s accompanied by the stars after all. but when you do take notice of that wrinkle, that loose thread, i wonder … will you sever it as though it were nothing but a flaw in the fate’s design? or will you unthread your tapestry and weave a new one from that single thread?”

ah … i think i finally understand what you meant by those words now, master. to be honest.. i was scared. fate has never been a kind friend to me and so out of fear, i wanted to sever it—sever this. but now that i’m standing here in his arms, melting from this kiss and how it deepens ever so slightly, not with urgency but reverence, each soft press of his lips a whispered oath … i won’t just weave us a new tapestry, i’ll weave our entire future together.

i can no longer imagine a world in which this precious star of mine burns out. i love him — unbearably and so very, very tenderly.

🎨 →⠀﹐⠀╱⠀that wonderful illustration you see above there was created by the lovely artist Pengu1nHero on vgen!! aaaa honestly they equally surprised me with informing me these piece was finished🥹staring at it has me kicking and giggling my feet along with making my heart flutter ?? TYSM ONCE AGAIN TO THE ARTIST GO CHECK THEM OUT AND SUPPORT <3

[lunavagans]

So anyway, what are we thinking about Shadow‘s fangs being pulled without anaesthesia ? Yay or nay?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Instruction on Courtship

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[lokijiro]

I'm just imagining young Loki being a mischievous child, but generally managing to talk himself out of trouble because of his silver tongue, and because his mischief was adorable and innocent. (Not to mention funny and entertaining.)

Thor attends the funerals of the guards who were killed in the Weapons Vault. As he does so, he thinks of the brother he grew up with, and he wonders at what moment the mischief turned into something darker and more dangerous.

[charmfamily]

The Gentlemen of PI RHO SIGMA have arrived at the EIM End of Summer Bash!

L to R: Sergio Romeo, Joaquin Le Chien, Marcus Flex, Paolo Rocca, Mitchell Kalani, Jaymes Huntington III, Dirk Dreamer, Don Lothario

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

-request

Because of Childe’s birthday recently I had a thought, would Legacy have had the same birthday as Childe? Would Legacy know what a birthday is? What about decorating, would Legacy help with decorating? I’m just imagining balloons and glitter everywhere at this point, and probably other shiny things

this year's birthday art was the best thing ever, i am humbly asking for Hoyoverse to give us Foul Legacy birthday art

~ * ~ Foul Legacy's Birthday HCs

Foul Legacy x Reader Genre: Fluff Pronouns: Gender Neutral Warnings: None

~ * ~

-Foul Legacy doesn’t actually know when his birthday is!! He was more focused on survival than celebration before Childe- Ajax, then- tumbled into the Abyss -It’s only after he ascends to the surface of Teyvat clinging to a mortal’s mind does he learn what birthdays are -He doesn’t really understand at first. Isn’t everyone born? Legacy doesn’t see the point in celebrating something that’s natural and normal -Or, rather, he doesn’t see the need to celebrate HIS birthday. It’s only when Ajax’s first birthday with him rolls around that it sinks in. Ajax is alive and here, Legacy is HAPPY that Ajax was born -There’s a burst of excited, overwhelmed chirps and chitters in the back of Ajax’s head, and he has to hold back laughter as Legacy essentially scrambles around his brain happily -Even so, he still never celebrated his own birthday. He was content just watching his host receive his yearly congratulations; as Childe, Tartaglia, and Ajax -It’s you who decides to finally give him his own little celebration, just a day after Ajax’s. The Harbinger is delighted at the idea, an enormous grin spreading across his face when you ask him to help -Legacy can vaguely sense his thoughts and eagerness, but they’re frustratingly locked away as Childe sometimes does. He can almost SEE his smug grin in his head, letting out an irritated huff -You and Childe spend the whole day preparing- well, YOU do, he helps as much as he can before he’s dragged off to work by his sheepish subordinates even on the weekend, laughing and waving all the while -There are streamers and sparkling ornaments and tiny stars everywhere- no balloons. They terrify the both of you when they pop, and Foul Legacy has claws made to pierce the toughest hides. As something extra special you gather some shiny stones from your rock shelf and place them here and there, chunks of glittering colorful inedible candy -You’re just done setting up when the door opens again, the sun nearly below the horizon in an array of bright reds, oranges, and purples. There’s a crackling static sound as Childe allows Foul Legacy to take control, a pair of crimson horns peeking inside with a curious trill -He lets out a yelp of surprise at the new decorations; you spread your hands with a smile and a singsong “Surprise!” like a mischievous magician, and Legacy’s single crystalline eye goes wide with awe -In less than two seconds you’re suddenly scooped off the floor, his head bumping against yours as he nuzzles and purrs, overjoyed and wings aflutter. Tonight is for him? Just for him? And Ajax doesn’t mind at all? You laugh, smooching his masked cheek with a nod, and Legacy is beside himself with delight -He LOVES sweet treats, especially when you let him taste test something new you tried making, so of course you had to whip up a cake for him to munch on. Although at the moment he seems more engrossed in nibbling and licking your cheek. Eventually you'll get him to take a bite of the pastry, and are met with satisfied coos and a rumble so strong it makes you physically vibrate -All he really needs and wants to have an amazing day is to be near you, so he nudges you over to the couch and promptly snuggles against you, his head pressed into your lap and watching you adoringly. There’s a streamer or two tangled in his horns and claws, the very tip of his tongue sticking out from his fanged maw

-You show Legacy your rock collection. He’s seen it before, but he loves seeing it again and again and hearing you talk about each stone. The purple amethyst from Inazuma is his now, as a little gift, and displayed proudly in his blanket nest room, right next to the tiny glass narwhal you got Ajax. Legacy is extremely careful, they’d both be safest in there -Speaking of blankets, you spent all week making a new, thick quilt for him to bundle himself into, all embroidered with little constellations and whales. His eye glows happily when you present it to him, immediately attempting to crawl underneath it with a muffled chitter of delight -He gently bumps your cheek when you put on some music to play, shaking out his lilac fluff and holding out a hand for you to take, to dance with him. There’s some distant memory of how Ajax would dance at home, and neither of you are well coordinated enough to not end up in a pile on the floor, overcome with beautiful and grumbling laughter

-Playfully you stick a few star-shaped stickers on Legacy’s face, and ponder- if he wore a party hat, would he wear one between his horns or two on top of his horns? You’ll have to ask him next year, when you can find or make decent little hats for the both of you, just like you’ll ask if he wants to help with the decorating, too. This year was a surprise, but you can bet on the Adepti that you’ll be doing it every year afterwards -He shifts in your lap, a yawn pulled from his mouth and showing all his sharp teeth like a cat as he rumbles and croons tiredly, smushing his face against your legs. You put in the effort to celebrate, to make him feel as special as you think he is, and that makes today the perfect birthday

-It’s actually better that you didn’t celebrate it on the same day as Ajax’s birthday- you’re very particular in how you planned everything, not wanting either of your two beloveds to get overshadowed by the other -Foul Legacy still doesn’t know what day he was actually born, and never will. But for all he cares, his real birthday is the day you decided to celebrate him in his entirety

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

in a world where EVERYONES names match their career and grown up self eerily perfectly, it's the people with Human Names who are the trans ones. the ones who chose their own names. like see Young Mister Creampuff is clearly a birth name that matches him perfectly but Ann. now that’s a woman choosing her own destiny.

[spacegirlsgang]

DBD x Met Gala (1/4): Edwin Payne and Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination (2018)

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Results are in:

Scrooge outfit: Neil, Todd, and Cameron

Heart Boxers: Knox, Charlie, and Pitts

Pink robe: Meeks and Keating

I will forever be indebted to anyone who draws fanarts of them in these outfits

[illicitcab]

okay, i think i officially finished my jayvik playlist. and i'm gonna post it here so that i resist the urge to add even more songs to it...

[ohbutwheresyourheart]

as might be gleaned by the recent tommy crumb posting, I recently started re-reading the mirror and the light and I had completely forgotten how panicked riche is during his first king's council meeting. absolute perfect representation of the "accidentally became important at work" meme. boy does NOT want to be there.