#(so the rest must be as well)

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[st7arlight]

hey :) headcanon that jon develops motor tics during s5 because the human body wasnt built to hold that much power in it :)

[sainz100]

just a few Max moments ❤️ | 📸 x x

[requinum]

Soulmates, or something

Ryuubowlweek Day 5

[demonslayedher]

I finished posting the unabashedly educational Sword Fic.

It includes a detailed (but hopefully beginner-friendly) explanation of all the steps of making a Nichirin blade from a sunny mountain like Mt. Youkou, a touch of swordsmith and metalworker folk lore (including demons), meta about what must make Kimetsu no Yaiba's swordsmithing methods different from real life methods, some character exploration for Haganezuka and his polishing method, vocabulary and additional resources in the chapter notes, and hopefully, an endearing, silly POV character to learn this all through.

[gammija]

now im also still thinking about tma dnd au.... mostly i agree with jonny&alex' assignments. Signing a contract to work in the Archives is really signing a pact with the Eye, so everyone there multiclasses in warlock, but only Jon really gains levels in it because of all the xp he gets by reading statements. Tim is a fighter, Sasha a 'real' wizard, Martin a bard who performs poetry instead of playing an instrument, says he studied at the College of Lore, but really he's self-taught and not even level 3 in bard.

Species though. i mostly drew Jon as a tiefling cause i wanted to give him horns but really, a tiefling would be preoccupied with whether or not he's turning into a monster. Sasha can just be human, and i think Tim is a half-elf, charismatic, easily fitting in with most crowds.

On the one hand i want Martin to be tall. but on the other. he just is a halfling. easily underestimated, typically caring, not very fast, not easily immobilized by fear, and, considering how little he gets hurt or wounded compared to tma's other characters, definitely a certain kind of lucky

[veinsfullofstars]

⭐ We Made It, Boys ⭐

(ID: Two art summary grids featuring some of my favorite pieces from 2024. Lots of bright colors, silly faces, shippy nonsense, and Kirby characters. Links below the cut to the individual posts - mind the tags and trigger warnings in each. END ID.) 

Pieces made between 01/24 and 12/24.

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SUMMARY #1

Jan | Feb | Mar | Apr | May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep | Oct #1, Oct #2 | Nov | Dec

SUMMARY #2

Jan | Feb | Mar | Apr | May | Jun | Jul | Aug Sep #2 | Sep | Oct #1, Oct #2 | Nov | Dec

And an honorable mention to the one piece of fanart I made this year that wasn’t Kirby-related:

Rain World iterator busts

[solarmorrigan]

💘 for the writing game!

Hello! I definitely have to thank you for this prompt because I think it might be my favorite of all the fills I got to write for this meme (although I maybe got a little carried away) <3

Call this one a modern AU, probably. CW: emotional abuse, briefly mentioned homophobia, Steve just has a shitty family

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

Prompt from this list

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So Eddie’s maybe been laying it on a little thick.

That’s his excuse, anyway.

It’s just – it’s possible he’s gotten a little carried away; while the idea had been for him to accompany Steve for moral support to the annual three days of torture that are his visits home for Christmas, Eddie’s priorities had shifted a little with the last phone call he’d overheard Steve taking from his mom.

Something-something-I hope you’ve found someone to bring home with you, Steven-something-something-your cousin already has a baby on the way-something-something-such a disappointment to see you alone, Steven-something-something.

Steve had looked so small and sad after talking to her, the way he always does after talking to her, and Eddie wishes his parents’ approval (or lack thereof) didn’t hold such a sway over Steve, not when they don’t deserve that kind of respect, but he also gets it – family is complicated. So instead, Eddie offers Steve a way to shove his parents’ faces in it.

Instead of showing up in a strictly platonic, friendly-like capacity, he offers to play Steve’s boyfriend for the holiday.

And since Steve is the same brand of crazy as Eddie (even if he buries it better), he accepts.

So from the moment they pull up in front of the Harrington house the morning of December twenty-fourth, Eddie plays the doting boyfriend to a tee. He holds Steve’s hand, he kisses him on the cheek, he snuggles up to him on the sofa; he plays nice with Steve’s homophobic grandfather, and is only a little snarky with Steve’s patronizing uncle, and talks Steve up every chance he gets.

So yes, he’s laying it on a little thick, but Steve’s family should think he has a partner who adores him.

Because Steve deserves a partner who adores him.

(Because Eddie does adore him. Which is – well, that’s probably part of the problem.)

It doesn’t work as well as Eddie had hoped it would, in the end. Steve’s family can’t fault him for being “pathetically single” anymore, but they can pick him apart in literally every other respect – and they do.

He takes it like a pro, letting the nasty, pointed comments roll off him, smooth and brittle as glass, never causing a scene or biting back, because it’s Christmas and apparently this is just how they celebrate.

(They mostly ignore Eddie, acting like he’s beneath them, which has Steve sending apologetic glances his way the whole day, like Eddie is the one who needs an apology when Steve is the one being vivisected by his family.)

Steve just holds in whatever he’s feeling until they’ve retired for the night, up in the guest room that used to be his room, that his mom had apparently barely waited until he’d moved out to start converting.

He holds it in and holds it in until the door shuts behind them and he all but collapses on the edge of the bed, crumpling in on himself like the ugly plaid duvet is crumpling underneath him, with his shoulders curved in and his face covered and his chest heaving with what are maybe supposed to be calming, deep breaths but are definitely not working, because the stress is still coming off him in waves.

And like Eddie said: he’s maybe gotten a little carried away with his role, but it just feels completely normal to go right to Steve, to curl his arms around him and pull him in close and remind him that his family’s opinions aren’t worth shit and that Steve is so good, and–

And when Steve uncovers his face, a little blotchy and pulling tight with the effort not to let any tears flow free, it just feels completely normal to press a kiss to his cheek, and another to the corner of his mouth, and another to his lips, all in quick succession, all soft and reverent and reassuring.

Eddie freezes the moment he’s pulled back. The moment he realizes what he’s just done.

“Eddie,” Steve murmurs into the still air between them, “there’s… no one watching right now.”

You don’t have to do this, he means.

“I–” Eddie’s voice gets caught up in his throat, because his brain is screaming at him to play it off, to tell Steve that he just got carried away, got too into the role – but his heart, noisy fucker that it is, has different ideas. “I… maybe haven’t been faking as much as I said I was. Or, like– at all.”

“Oh, thank god,” Steve breathes, and then he’s pushing back in for another kiss, his mouth eager and warm and perfect against Eddie’s.

And the next two days aren’t going to be any less stressful, spent around a flock of hungry vultures masquerading as people, but Eddie figures that if nothing else, at least one good thing will have come from the holiday.

He tilts his head to deepen the kiss and Steve opens up beneath him, anticipating him like they’ve been doing this for ages, and – yeah, Eddie decides.

One very, very good thing.

[manglam-marfach]

dyke!Chilaios has me understanding breeding kink all of a sudden

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hope you're feeling better, Snap. Good luck with your finals! :)

SO IM FEELING MUCH BETTER NOW FOR SURE

[tagarilaghost]

This is exactly how I remember Darkrai's fight at Dark Crater in PMD: Explorers.

(Bless the Snapcube fan-dub)

[dreamings-free]

17/10/24

[rotisseries]

my favorite thing about mha has got to be how you can't tell if the writers are aware or not that the setting is in fact a corrupt police state

[sacrificialter]

These were my first ever HJP DLM fanart posts 🥹 about how Harry's magic is lightning and Draco's is starlight.

It's also about how Harry starts to lose himself to being an Auror, scattering sparks of himself for the greater good but he has nothing in his life that refuels his light so his world just keeps getting darker. Meanwhile Draco is out in the world rebuilding himself, achieving things he never dreamed he would and coming into his own greatness.

I have this really self indulgent HC that after the war trials Harry tries to return Draco's wand to him. Draco thanks Harry sincerely, for everything, and then leaves Harry and his wand behind.

Harry goes to Narcissa for help tracking him down; she won't tell Harry where Draco is but she's willing to pass on his letters and so every week Harry sends passive aggressive or sarcastic letters about how he needs Draco to take his wand back because as if Draco Malfoy is out in the world subjecting his bespoke trousers to the elements without an impervious.

He never gets a reply but he keeps sending them and eventually the subject changes from Draco's wand and his pants to how Harry's life is going. Or about his troubles, or worries. Things he can't bring himself to confide in anyone face to face. He wonders where Draco is and hopes that he's found whatever it was that was so important. He think Draco deserves it, truly.

It's about five years later when Draco realizes two things; one is that reading the letters doesn't hurt anymore. He doesn't feel that pang of jealousy reading about how the world depends on Harry. He's proud of the life he's been living and the things that he's achieved, and so he actually starts to enjoy getting to know about Harry this way. Until his second realization; Harry Potter is not well. So he grabs his shiny cloak, and his five years worth of letters and walks out the door.

[energonnaccinos]

ok quick little splatter colouring bc i think that brush is neat & i rly needed 👍 arcee as my icon

plus bonus b+w one if anyone needs a reaction image/their own icon

in conclusion,

#👍

[mx-legend-of-faye]

Do you ever just stop and think about how totk Link was really put through the wringer?

First the entire Calamity from botw. He died, all his friends died, and Zelda was trapped. For one hundred years. When he woke up a century later he couldn’t even remember his friends and family until far later.

And then things are looking up. The Calamity is defeated, Zelda is back, rebuilding efforts have begun.

But then it’s all taken away from him again. The Upheaval happens. Link wakes up missing an arm and missing Zelda. He has to once again relearn how to navigate the world, not because he lost his memories again, but because the Upheaval changed so much, added so many things.

And not to mention he then learns what Zelda has been through. He must really hate himself, really feel like a failure. Back in botw he wasn’t able to defeat the Calamity until after dying and coming back a century later, during which time Zelda was holding off the Calamity all by herself. In totk he couldn’t catch her and she fell into the past, the far, far past, where she had to lose herself and become a dragon just to fix the Master Sword all by herself.

Link has friends, sure, and the sages were there this time around. But ultimately he was alone on his journeys.

Idk you guys. I just think it’s so heartbreaking. Botw/totk Link is a character built upon a foundation of sorrow. He helps so many people and yet hardly anyone helps him.

Im gonna shut up now because apparently the tracks to my train of thought got blown up and I no longer know where I was going with this.