#(yes I copy-pasted that lol)

[criminal-sen]

Part 2 of my weird 'video game but not really' series. Was gonna put a UI in this one too (I made a whole elaborate text box and everything) but wound up canning it:p

Part 1 is here

[marzipanladyart]

professor Basildere Valtin of Old Sharlayan

close up and linework cause I like it

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

Agent gijinka + some other merc concepts

[phoenixtherobot]

Artemy Burahk from Pathologic 2, Save me

Save me, Artemy Burahk

Artemy, Save me

[weirdbabs]

thinking about max's possible face blindness and how he pictures the notable people/things from his day. johnny made an impression on him and is all in all accurate. suzy and isabel too. spender, isaac, and ed are close, but theres something Wrong with them. ed's face is too wide and doesnt have as much definition as the rest. isaacs face is too short and he either has giant bags under his eyes or theyre set in too deeply. spenders chin is too wide, giving him a square face rather than the pointed chin weve repeatedly been shown. collin and dimitri both show up but only from the eyes up, with their most prominent features being collin's furrowed eyebrows and dimitris hair

[fromtheseventhhell]

"Ned doesn't know how to talk with Sansa" Okay but like…where though? Where is it actually anywhere in the books that Ned has trouble speaking with Sansa? Or that he doesn't know how to handle her or "what to do" with her? The conflict people try and invent between them is just so...forced. I wish people would just let it go and stop trying.

[quarks-pussy]

[Images description: Twelve pictures of Star Trek actors. The phrase "thank you for being both amazing actors and amazing people" is written across most of the images one word at a time, except for the two images in the middle. The middle images are of William Shatner, reading "not you!" and Robert Beltran, reading "or you for that matter". The actors in the other images are George Takei, René Auberjonois, DeForest Kelley, Gates McFadden, Wil Wheaton, Kate Mulgrew, Patrick Stewart, Siddig El Fadil (aka Alexander Siddig), Nichelle Nichols and Leonard Nimoy. End image description.]

Non exhaustive list of course. Many more such cases, in fact feel free to add

(insp)

[soupmanspeaks]

Has anyone made a FNAF PJO AU yet? no? okay well then I'll do it okay so basically William is a hades kid, and the Afton sibs are all hades legacy but are children of nemesis, and Lizzy is the Oracle ("you wont die, you wont die" yk yk) Charlie is a child of Hecate (and can control the mist) and CHB in this au is the pizzeria, and the concealment/mist is the smell of days old pizza masking the smell of demigod, and I'm gonna be real honest I don't reaaaally know how the robo-possession and such would function but like see Michael's weapon is an enchanted baseball bat he calls "helpy" and because I'm cringe, he too is cringe, and says a terrible catch phrase when he's wielding it like "You look like you could use some *help!*" Maybe William learnt about the existence of mythological concepts like the underworld, Tartarus, Elysium, asphodel, etc. and he kinda wanted to cheat all that like the coward he is and that's why he started going killing crazy?? Maybe he kills Charlie because he wants to somehow glean her mist-controlling powers??? idk lol

I just love the hc(?) That the Afton's just have this.....presence to them when they enter a room, they each have an air of mystery or somberness or just plain fear around them LIKE OKAY IMAGINE KIDS HAVING FUN AND PLAYING IN THE ARCADE, RUNNING AROUND AND HAVING FUN, AND THEN PJO!MICHAEL FIRST SHOWS UP AND STEPS AT THE ENTRANCE, AND THE ROOM JUST GOES (heh, pun) DEAD SILENT AND FAINT WHISPERS ARE HEARD FROM THE AUDIENCE LIKE YOU PICK UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN

[hauntedhopeghost]

i stare at the water 

that promises nothing

besides how much it changes

yet it still could stay the same

and i look at those mistakes

that kills me more inside

any step or breath in the wrong time

means your disapproval and you

always make it seem like i can’t be happy

i walk across the thinnest ice

asking you for your wellbeing

that’s the worst i could do

the disappointment from you

at least when i’m dead

i won’t ever need to be fed

or be anything but a thorn on your side

won’t be someone you worry

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

I’m running

on the urgency of imagination 

on the empty promises

states of being

sand timers shattered 

                           I’m an everlasting

                                      broken fountain of misery

                                            spilling meaninglessness

                                                     when nothing goes my way

i’m not like money

only worth something

when it feels shrouded 

like what we believe

but no problems 

Will be solved by me

i’m just

another number to you

another failure and example

of who you shouldn’t be

just revolving doors

of pieces incomplete

                                 i’m falling down 

                                    through the weight of failure

                                    the mattress of depression

                                      numbness masked as comfort

                                     a blanket of exhaustion 

                                    a bed built on bones

                                     bodies under the frame 

                                     with thoughts that haunt to atone 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

i’m not special in this way

it’s just something we never change

tried everything with me to stay

yet, unconvinced, they wouldn’t break

say nothing, like it changes anything

like stars above i try to rearrange

to move mountains for them, yet it’ll never be enough

they wouldn’t believe until i jump off

i’m on the bus to nowhere

if i could stay forever, i could

just look out this window, better than life

i try to stay bright when only dark survives

say nothing, like it changes anything

like heaven and earth could shift their ways

to be everything for them, yet i didn’t try hard enough

they’ll keep disproving my words to call off my bluffs

but i shake my head

my cause of death would be written in stone

from the day i decided 

i wasn’t leaving life

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there’s chains on my heart, chains of paper that i spent countless hours and decorated it with secrets, memories, gifts, all what i could offer carefully on that chain that i gave. all the patterns that i carefully made that you just discarded to the side because there will always be a better one you can get easily, there will always be someone out there making better chains than i am ever going to make, no matter how much of myself that i poured out to you. and i tried so hard to keep my heart a locked safe but i keep giving the key to everyone because despite everything, i want them to see the best i could ever be. like those paper chains i gave you, they don’t last very long. you can admire them as much as you can, hang them up, smile maybe for a few minutes at the effort before you just walk away and forget about it, before it inevitably tears up and you wonder if it’s worth it to make another one because there will always be one that was longer, that was more impressive, something that was stronger, prettier, something to actually put work into, to actually commit to. and now you know, you know all the pain and messages and what is the worst part of me before i inevitably fuck up again, until i leave you, discarded, and find someone who is better for me. but i'll keep trying to remember you, even if you don't, anymore.

and you’ll do the same.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it doesn’t matter

the sun burns out

when the planets of my solar system

fall off course without you

why does it matter

if the earth keeps spinning

why does it matter

when hearts froze to stone

still keep beating

what killed you 

was the only thing that killed me 

when all the world still rises and falls 

against the storms beside them 

it doesn’t matter how many times 

the earth spins in chaos

over a lost sun

i’ll keep looking for someone 

who i don’t know 

it doesn’t matter how many times

when i manage to wake up 

living on in only my dreams

the places and all those promises

if i held on to every word that you said 

all the time and space we’ll never share

would they know how much i suffer

would the miracle you promised 

running back to this life

and if i tried to find you again it would only be with your melody.

but i'll listen to every note to remember you.

[toyasgirl]

“LmO stop! Dabi look nothing like that ugly Enji.”

Also canon Dabi:

I can do a lot more but that’s enough. I mean i still don’t understand why ppl say that his own kids look nothing like him like HOW? Dabi literally got his nose, eyes and his lips (like how they rise the side of their upper lip up when they r mocking someone) shoto also look like them (same eyes and nose) but I’ll just do Dabi since yall say he doesn’t 💀

[unproduciblesmackdown]

going like hang on my organic Winston Billions ft. Diegetic Makeup trackpad edits can Get Posted. if only

[phantomdecibel]

FUCK you: re-canonifies your Flower!AU

Anyways what if Polites actually still dies flower au au (bit o context in the tags, just so this drabble makes a bit more sense since it doesnt exactly follow canon aha-)

Rattlesnake Root

shield, step carefully.

Watching Ajax rush across the deck, calling out orders while cradling little Astyanax in his arms, the realization hit Odysseus like a brick.

This is what Polites had meant.

Eurylochus’s voice still echoed in his ears — but Odysseus wasn’t hearing any of it. Everything sounded muffled, like he was listening to (one of) his best friend chew him out from underwater. He must have started yelling louder, because the teenager glanced over at the two of them, something Odysseus hesitated to label as anything other than concern written across his face.

He wanted to yell.

He wanted to scream, keep shooting venom like arrows, jump up and pace, even.

Instead he stood, hands clasped over the rail, staring blankly past the blurred shape of his friend. It was both too loud and yet too quiet and annoyingly chilly and somehow everything was way too bright. It felt like there should be a storm brewing overhead, yet the only rain falling came from his eyes. The sun shone down unapologetically overhead, and Odysseus fought back an unintelligible scream.

This is what Polites had meant, what he’d pleaded back in that forest.

If you don’t talk to us, if you don’t trust us, then how can we help?

He’d thought he’d had it all under control, that his own hangups weren’t affecting anyone else, but clearly he’d been wrong. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or just plain ignorance, but Odysseus had fucked up, pushed too far.

He wanted to sob.

He was already crying, Odysseus realized in a vague, sort of detached way. His face felt… damp, and tight from the salt already starting to dry. Something hit his hand; again and again and again, and rolled down his knuckles.

Eurylochus yelled again, throwing his arms out, and Odysseus flinched.

How long had this been brewing?

How long had he been pushing his crew, his friends to the edge? For how long had he been pushing them to the side, ignoring their concerns and needs, forcing them to pick up his slack?

…when had his efforts to protect them start to hurt instead?

Slowly, Eurylochus’s face came back into focus.

His mouth moved and Odysseus could, technically, hear him still, but the words themselves were lost to the buzzing in his head. The tilt to his eyebrows would have looked angry — really, really angry — to anyone else, but Odysseus knew his friend. Eurylochus was angry, sure, but mostly he was just worried (and tired, so tired, and grieving, too). The man’s eyes glistened wetly, shining with unshed tears.

Odysseus barely noticed as he started to shake.

He did this. This was his fault, the result of his negligence. Polites was dead because of him, and now he was driving away the other person he should be supporting, looking after the most.

Odysseus clenched the rail tighter, clearly hearing it creak under his grip. Eurylochus’s voice faded in and out, nothing but background noise.

He’d failed.

Odysseus blinked once, twice, trying to alleviate the pressure growing behind his eyes. The tears, which had been slowing, built again, suddenly, and everything was just too much.

Oh. He dimly realized again. I did this.

And Odysseus…

…Odysseus broke.

Odysseus broke, tears falling like a waterfall. He choked on a sob, shaking violently, as his knees wobbled and knocked together. Eurylochus’s voice, angry and harsh, snapped back into focus, and Odysseus keened weakly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, falling to his knees as he swallowed back another sob. “I’m sorry-“

Desperately, shaking all the while, Odysseus clutched at his friend’s chiton, head pressed to Eurylochus’s knee. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-“

Eurylochus’s angry rant trailed off into shocked silence as Odysseus tripped over his words. Apology after apology spilled from his lips as he sat shaking on the wooden deck of the ship, legs collapsed awkwardly beneath him. He didn’t dare look up as silence crashed against the ship like Polyphemus’s club crashing against men and stone, just kept choking out desperate apologies into the empty, oppressive air.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sobbed, like a mantra. “I’m sorry,”

The moment seemed to stretch for an eternity; a terrifying, heart-stopping eternity.

He couldn’t do this.

Odysseus- he couldn’t. He’d tried, fuck he’d tried. Tried to carry every burden he could, tried to protect his people, and look where they were now.

It was all a mess, a fucking disaster.

And- and Polites was gone, now, really truly gone, never-coming-back gone.

Dead.

And Eurylochus would be too- not dead, not if Odysseus had any say in it, but gone, leaving.

Leaving him, because Eurylochus would do what was best for the crew.

Odysseus was just dead weight.

The leg he leaned against, clutched in desperation, was pulled back, and Odysseus let it go.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, trying and failing to blink away his tears as his hands dropped down to dig his nails into his own knees instead. Something thudded against the ground ahead of him, but all Odysseus could think was ‘this is it’.

This is it, this is where his friend, his last surviving best friend, his brother, even, left him.

And by the gods if he didn’t deserve it.

“‘msorry,” his words slurred together. “‘msrry’msorry,”

He deserved this, for hurting his friend and daring to proclaim otherwise. Why should Eurylochus stick around? Odysseus wasn’t worth the work. He hunched in on himself some more.

“‘msorry,” he might have begged. Please don’t go. You have every right to, but please, please. Don’t leave me. “‘msrrymsrrymsor-“

Odysseus coughed.

Oh, that was odd.

He couldn’t breathe, for a moment there, air knocked from his lungs as his chest collided with something warm and solid. Something strong tugged his forwards, pulled him tight against it.

Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Odysseus suddenly found his head tucked into the crook of Eurylochus’s neck as he shook. He tried to choke out another apology, but Eurylochus held him too tightly to properly speak the words.

Oh.

Oh.

Odysseus shook some more, hands slowly worming their way from his knees to clutch this time at the front of his friend’s chiton.

Eurylochus was hugging him.

Eurylochus. was hugging him.

Odysseus sobbed again.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to force out again, but Eurylochus just pulled him impossibly closer.

“It’s okay,” his friend whispered, voice hoarse. “It’s going to be okay.”

mans is a bit harsh on himself :,)

He doesn’t q u i t e get the point, but he’s getting there-

Anyways so flower au; asty lives and also @hahahaghosty and I are soft for lil ajax :P

I know I always say this, but they were a huge inspiration for this (bc they fuel me w like 75% of my writing ideas lmao-), so thank you a whole lot!! wouldn’t be possible without ya :) they're really fucking awesome, go check out their stuff!! do it- Do It Now-

anyways that all from me for now, thanks for reading :P

(me: check out the tags for some context :) also me: throws way to much shit in them-

just. just read the beginning and end and itll all make sense if u wanna)

[pirunika]

tennis must be a thing in shoh setting bc itd soooo be something Lavinet and Eos plays

inspired by

[serenity-the-firefly]

nothing as humiliating as activating the sticky keys warning…like hey idiot you hit the shift button seven times in a row. what are you, stupid?

[barelyconventional]

for the ask game: 7, 8, 9

7. comfortably full tummies or achingly stuffed tummies?

I adore comfy fullness—it gives me butterflies—but achingly stuffed is hotter to me, partly because I enjoy the intensity and especially because someone in that situation is vulnerable and in need of care, and the idea of taking care of someone, soothing their discomfort or distress and helping them feel good, is one of the core draws of tummy kink for me. So I guess my ideal would be the second leading to the first. 😄

8. a very noticeably distended belly or a more subtly bloated belly?

Noticeably distended for sure; I'm basic in that regard lol. But I do love the idea of subtler bloats that are only detectable either by knowing the person's body well enough to spot the difference or from the person themself drawing attention to it, because then it's a sign of trust and intimacy in the form of little secret shared between the tummied person and their caretaker. >w<

9. upper belly bloat or lower belly bloat?

Upper belly. 💕 Just that visible sign that the person's eaten well, perhaps even too well (or that their tummy is in distress, e.g. too many bubbles that need coaxing out) is so good. Plus it usually means you've caught them shortly after eating, so you'll get to enjoy all the noises and rumbles as their belly digests its bounty. ❤️‍🔥

[ultramarine-spirit]

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