#(but it's something)

[musette22]

Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan reunited at the Hollywood Walk of Fame 25 July, 2024

[primetime24-24]

[rainbowd00dles]

art tip?

something i do when i render lighter skinned characters is i make a multiply layer and make them look something similar to bo bo the clown, with yellow on the forehead and mouth, blue around the eyes, and red around the center of the face, blend it together a tiny amount, and then lower the opacity to around 18-20% depending on preference. it gives the face a bit more depth? or something. I saw this tip YEARS ago, and it's something i've always done since

Edit: for characters with darker skin switch up the colours for richer, deeper tones, reds, oranges, purples, play around with it! Skin tones all have different undertones so the colours won't always be the same

[hypnoneghoul]

"Why do you still do that?" Dewdrop asked in a bout of bravery, stroking Phantom's hair.

"What?" he looked up at him from his lap, with confusion painted all over his face. His soft lavender eyes suddenly made the fire ghoul not so courageous.

"The... when you're with us, but then you're... not," he muttered and looked away.

"Oh..."

"It's... nevermind," Dewdrop's heart immediately started to ache at the hurt shadowing Phantom's face. "I'm sorry, forget it."

"Amman?" (Why?)

"Im vorgoroth," he whispered in their mother tongue after a moment of near painful silence. (I'm still afraid.)

"It's all too good to be true," Phantom smiled, crookedly and bitterly. After all these-- "I'm afraid it's not real."

"It's been years, ant, you know we--"

"I know, but... it was the same there. It's was too good and when I finally let myself believe... well."

Dewdrop knew. He knew what happened and every time he thought about it he was filled with such rage it was a miracle nothing got set on fire.

He didn't know what to say, how to comfort Phantom, but even though he may have not understood---not really---he knew what fear was.

"Iston. Cenon." (I know. I see.)

"I will always protect you," he promised and even if it was too hard for the quintessence ghoul to believe, it was the truth and Dewdrop was not afraid of repeating it. however many times it should be needed to be repeated. "Whatever happens, I'm with you. Voro, gweston." (Always, I swear.)

[spyroid101]

Forget the whole “Find your missing children” plot

I JUST WANNA FIND AND HUNT DOWN WHOEVER IT WAS THAT HURT THESE TINY BABIES

[skylark325]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Mild Smut, Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Not Beta Read, Needy Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) Summary:

“If you take off your shirt then I’ll let you hit me once. I won’t dodge it, pinky promise.”

A slight red dusted his cheeks as Chuuya frowned “…I can’t tell if you’re serious right now.”

“Oh I’m deadly serious. I’ll swear it on Chuuya’s little hat.”

“You-!”

“See, you want to hit me quite badly don’t you? It’s just a simple exchange.”

[houserosaire]

Prompt #1: Steer

The hatchling was a sturdy little thing. Seraphin easily could see the promise of future strength and fleetness in his small but well shaped legs. The little bird’s eyes shone exceptionally bright and keen as they turned again and again toward the boy whose hands rested so gently on his sides. Seraphin could readily read the promise of future strength in those hands too, and all the rest of his younger brother’s rangy rawboned frame. What he could not quite see was just what Silvaineaux was doing.

He leaned over the door of the stall, peering in over his folded arms for a moment until Silvaineaux looked up from his place on the straw. “Look at him, Seraphin, isn’t he a clever one?”

Seraphin leaned a bit closer. “What am I looking at?” He asked indulgently. “What are you doing?”

“I’m training him.” Silvaineaux said, in a tone that suggested anyone ought to have known it.

“Don’t you think he’s just a trifle young for riding yet?” 

There was something that was not quite scorn in the mismatched eyes that turned on him. “Obviously. But he’s not too young to learn how to steer.”

Seraphin laughed. “He’s too small for a bridle.”

“The other kind.” Silvaineaux said. “Watch.”

“I can’t see much from here.”

“So come in.”

Thus given permission, Seraphin slipped into the stall and seated himself on the straw in the corner. “Alright, show me your wonders.”

“Watch him.”

Seraphin watched. Not just the little bird, but the rapidly growing youth who hovered over him, crawling about in the straw like a groom rather than a Baron’s son. Or rather, a Baron’s little brother. That thought was still fresh enough to wound, but he pushed it down. And watched instead the small shift of the hands on the little bird's sides, a little press of a forefinger and gamely the little creature shifted his direction, glancing upward with a small chirp. 

“Good, Joyeux.” Silvaineaux said. 

“Can you get him to do it again?” Seraphin asked, leaning forward.

“Of course.” Sure enough one small shift of a forefinger behind the little wing and Joyeux turned the other way. The little chirp that followed sounded a touch more certain. “Yes, Joyeux. That’s the way.” Silvaineaux said.

Seraphin thought perhaps it was.

[arandomnerd5896]

Colors don't want to color so here's a wip I guess?

This is/will be punk Lethica. I was thinking of maybe implying the mask with piercings or something but tbh idk. Also probably gonna redo the nose because the shape doesn't feel right for Lethica.

[saturnvs]

the chest pain that comes with living under constant stress is really something huh. ouch

[thevoiceinyourheadx]

The urge to lie down in a forest and become one with the moss

[ivyprism]

Happy Birthday, @fanvoidkeith

Don't imagine Captain holding your hand and leading you forward while you have a blindfold on your eyes. He leads you to a place and you can hear the sound of soft music as he slowly takes off the blindfold.

He blushes and huffs. "I figured we should do something...nice for your birthday so." You find he made a picnic for you! There are flowers all around and he sets up the picnic. Once you sit, eat, and talk about many things. He slowly reaches for something in his bag and offers it to you. It's a wrapped rectangle shaped thing.

You open it and it's a novel! The novel is called "The Skeleton and his partner" and it has a beautiful cover.

"I- I figured..." Captain coughs into his hand. "You'd like it... I um... I wrote it myself. Had to get a bunch of help on it. I hope you like it... Happy birthday."

[revenantghost]

!!!!!!

If anyone's been wary of being on bsky because you can't mute words (like me), it's coming! And given... everything, it might not hurt just to have an account in the wings if you're interested

[666writingcafe]

A Little Misdirection

Belphie

I know about ice cream trucks.

I know about a lot of human world things, actually. Even if I didn't do some research before we left--which I did, because I know that the human world has changed a lot since my last visit--I would have gotten some information from Satan. He's been spouting random facts and going on tangents ever since Lucifer told us we were going to see MC. Something was bound to stick in my brain one way or another.

The truth is, I wanted to hear MC laugh. It's become one of my favorite sounds. They tend to laugh when my brothers are being silly, so I thought suggesting that the human world sells magic ice cream that transforms your mouth into a musical instrument would do the trick.

And it did. Surprising, considering how they reacted the first time I tried to misdirect them.

A lot has changed since that encounter. Mainly, my feelings towards MC. My initial plan was to kill them once they released me from the attic, and now I'm resting my head on their lap and allowing them to run their fingers through my hair.

Love is an interesting thing. Sometimes, it likes to hide in the shadows for months on end before suddenly deciding to pounce, hitting you with everything it's got all at once.

The first time I found myself caring about MC was when they told me about the nature of their pacts. Even the lowest level of demons know that pacts are meant to be consensual, so the fact that any of my brothers would force a human into one is appalling.

At the time, I thought that I was merely upset at them for breaking a fundamental rule, but now...

I was upset for MC.

I've come to realize that some of my later actions were fueled by jealousy. I wanted to be the one closest to them. After all, I felt like no one knew them better than I did, given how long I spent inside their head. It was toxic, I know. No healthy relationship can happen out of jealousy.

I knew that MC had to develop a relationship with me on their own terms, but I never thought it would become so intimate. I assumed I would sit on the sidelines and watch as others expressed their feelings towards them. Simultaneously lamenting my circumstances and scolding myself for my actions.

But that's not what happened.

Perhaps one day MC will pick someone to settle down with. I've narrowed it down to three possibilities, and I'm not part of any of them. In the meantime, however, I will enjoy the experiences I have with MC, because there will come a time where I won't be able to be as close to them as I currently am.

[ontoilogical]

not a drabble, not yet a fic

Aylin thinking about Isobel.

There are many stars in the sky. That is the difference between Selûne and whatever deities with the Sun in their portfolio – Selûne gives space for everyone to shine, in their own way, without need for any sort of (luminous) uniformity. The night is so quiet that one could hear the leaves resting for the evening, without the assistance of any druidic talents.

Aylin’s right knee still hurts a little. A foe had struck a lucky blow, slotting the tip of their weapon directly where the two bones meet. It had healed quickly enough, but it doesn’t mean the lingering sensation isn’t bothering Aylin. She dwells not on it, tired but victorious, sighing under the comforting open sky, her mother’s blessings and protection flickering above her.

She looks forward to casting her eyes upon Isobel’s face again (not that she hasn't committed it to memory in exquisite detail), to feeling that embrace holding her heart so steadily and tenderly, to having Isobel's melodious and assured voice vibrate and stimulate every part of her being. Aylin sighs again, outstretching her wings and scooping the air around herself, only to expel it away. The nights have gotten colder, not that it affects her much. Not yet. 

She smiles at the thought of rosy (half)elven ear tips, thick shawls protecting the kisses, and sometimes marks, she planted underneath, warm breaths visible but indistinguishable from proximity, cold hands trying to tease Aylin by invading the skin underneath her garments. They tease in more ways than one – and Aylin lets them roam freely, offering no resistance – firstly to humorous effect, then by suggestion… or promise. 

She would not continue her journey until the next day, for even Dame Aylin requires respite. For tonight, the calm ambiance and pleasant thoughts are her company. Aylin doesn’t wonder whether Isobel thinks of her during their absences, for she will accept however much Isobel wants to share of herself and her time with Aylin, but… Isobel does think of her. Tonight, as well as many other nights, and in moments during the days. Their thoughts and senses are, decidedly, stubbornly... effortlessly, for each other, and they remain so, indefinitely.

[strqyr]

i haven't got my thoughts on this completely sorted out so my opinion on this might change like. five minutes later, but atm i really don't think ruby needs to reforge / change crescent rose in any way shape or form.

for one, ruby didn't give crescent rose away like she did with her emblem; it fell before ruby did, and she tried to scramble after it to catch it, letting out a desperate "no!" doing so. she may not be currently actively looking for it, but twice now ruby has reached out for her weapon when faced with the jabberwalker, only to face the reality that it's not there for her.

and while crescent rose is missing, ruby is struggling with her identity, unsure whether she is a huntress or not because her idea of what being a huntress is about is so messed up to the point of being impossible to reach.

"'just weapons'? they're an extension of ourselves! they're a part of us!"

despite being inspired by qrow and harbinger, when you look at crescent rose all you really see is ruby. unlike harbinger—which is a sword first, scythe second—crescent rose is primarily scythe. it's primary color is red, same as ruby. you just don't look at crescent rose and be reminded of summer (who is the main, hidden burden ruby is carrying that no one else can see; they're all focused on penny's death, the fall of atlas, etc.) or anyone else.

like. crescent rose missing is a huge problem, because it's a part of ruby that is so very much about ruby and ruby alone and she doesn't have it while she's struggling. part of her is missing and putting her burdens down to pick another weapon, any that she would like, is not necessarily a good thing; it's ruby letting go of part of herself.

there's also something about what weiss, blake, and yang were offered during their trials, and how they've grown over the years, that echo what ruby is going through right now. the only difference is that wby had to go through their struggles on remnant, where they didn't have an "easy" way out in terms of ascension, while ruby is now going through it in the ever after where she is offered an "easy" way out; she ascends, her memories gone and she can start a new.

but that's resetting character development, so obviously that's not going to happen. but the temptation is there for ruby, which means that 1. she really needs to let others in and tell exactly what she's going through so that they can help her, and 2. she needs to come to the same realization as wby that all the difficulties and pain and what not she's been through have made her to who she is, and that she has grown and learned from it all.

which is why i think crescent rose is the end goal for ruby during her journey in the ever after; finding it, picking it up, is a sign of ruby finding a healthier way to be herself, without trying to be anyone else.

if crescent rose is broken then sure, ruby is going to have to fix it (and in a way, that would be fitting with ruby starting her journey to recovery) but i don't see any drastic changes coming to crescent rose.