#BEAUTIFUL WORK!1!

[agent-darkfest]

WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! I LOVE THIS!!! LOOK AT THEM!!! I love the poses and the glowing effects! This looks so GOOOOOOD!!! My baby in all his grumpy glory!!!! Precious boy can do no wrong!!! And the setting is so well done! Not to mention the stars and the sky!!! EATING ALL THIS UP VICIOUSLY!! KICKING MY FEET AND ROLLING ON THE FLOOR!!!

Thank you for sharing this with me!!!

Abysstale sans Meet Dca Au Arabian knight

This is the first time that Abyss!sans fly into a desert at night to explore it. He thought this night would be peaceful until he received an unexpected visitor. Unfortunately, Abyss!sans wasn't fast enough to escape from a Djinn.

Abysstale sans (me) metakazkz

Djinn Moon Arabian Knight @agent-darkfest

Sans undertale (toby fox)

Fnaf (five nights at freddy's )

Artwork by (me) metakazkz

[doverstar]

can't express accurately how happy it makes me that c.s. lewis did not leave room for many interpretations in narnia. it's christian and you can't get around it. susan chose to care more about worldly things than what matters and he said what he said. the lion is Jesus. evil is evil and good is good and people have to choose. and that makes some readers angry because it's nearly impossible to ignore and they want to ignore it. they want it to be something else and they can't make it something else without making it not narnia. love that. that is doing it right

[kandismon]

based on this [x]

[ricky-mortis]

Hatchetfield @femslashfortnight Day 1: Make It Sapphic AU

[backpackingspace]

Odysseus with his head in his wife's lap, happily not paying attention to anything, humming one of athenas song and carving something

Some random guy: your majesty----

Odysseus: not bothering to sit up: whatever my wife decided is fine.

[eightspringdays]

if you have the feeling this arc may feel incomplete or something is off, take into consideration fujimoto is doing it on purpose

From this 2021 interview with Da Vinci magazine. Fujimoto doesn't spoon-feed you the content, he never has and I think the charm resides in that he never will

[evelynpr]

Katsuki is always the number 1 fan favorite because the story comes from Izuku's POV. From witnessing the story through his eyes, the reader just can't help but admire Bakugo, like how Izuku can't help but love him too.

[nerdallwritey]

Wip Whursday!

It's been a million years since I've posted a snippet of what I've been writing and I thank you all for your patience with me! Part 7 of Beauty and the Bard is coming along, but it's a bit slow going due to unforeseen circumstances (I'm fine! There's just A LOT going on atm).

Thank you so much to @obsessedwhyyes, @xxnashiraxx, @busy-baker, @khywren, @vividiana, @verbenaa, and anyone else I may have missed who's tagged me, please continue to do so! I love being tagged and seeing what you're writing, it's just taking me a while to get to everything 😅 BUT I LOVE YOU ALL! THANK YOU!

Without further ado, here's how Part 7 starts. It's pretty silly so please enjoy!

You awoke to an empty bed.  Drearily and with a tired moan, your arm flung out to search blindly in the dark, trying to make sense of your surroundings. Slowly, it came back to you - you’d made it to an inn in the Shadow Cursed Lands. You’d shared a passionate night with Astarion. Perhaps the vampire whose arms you were sure you’d fallen asleep in had rolled off the bed in the night? You inched your body to the edge of the bed, hanging your head over the side and blinking rapidly to get your eyes to adjust to the darkness.  Nope. No trancing elf. Just a loose floorboard from the night before.  You flopped dramatically onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. Couldn’t vampires technically hang from ceilings? Was it possible Astarion had somehow sleep… vampired? And somehow found himself snoozing upside down on the ceiling? No, that was stupid, of course he wasn’t on the ceiling. Though you did squint and stare above you for longer than you would ever admit to anyone.   Exhaling quietly, you sat up on your arms to scan the rest of the room before your eyes landed on a silhouette hunched in front of the drawn curtains of the room’s large window.  Astarion was muttering quietly, his arm bent behind his back. “I… F… or is it an E? Is it even a letter?” You heard him sigh and saw his frame straighten fractionally. “What damn language is this?” You half smiled affectionately, sitting up fully against the pillows.  “Need some help writing a sonnet, Volo?” You swung your legs over the side of the bed and turned to face him. Astarion jumped. “Ah!” You heard a loud crash as you saw his darkened form trip backwards over your discarded backpack. “Astarion!” you cried, springing up from the bed and joining him on the ground. “Are you alright?” You brushed your knuckles over his cheek as he groaned lowly. His eyes were shut tight in mild pain, but they opened after a moment to blink up at you. When he saw the concerned look on your face, he sat up quickly and backed away from you until his back made contact with your overturned backpack. You frowned. “What’s wrong?” Astarion smiled awkwardly. “Oh nothing, darling.” After a second, he said your name softly.  You narrowed your eyes and stood up, striking a match and lighting the candle on the table parallel to the bed. “I don’t believe you.”

NO PRESSURE TAGGING: @arzen9, @astarioffsimpmain, @atsadi-shenanigans, @davenswitcher, @pinkberrytea, and @hellethil if you guys have anything to share! Sorry if you've already been tagged this week!

[untitledhjonkster]

I swear this man gets more prettier every freaking day!! Like holy heck!

[soranker]

Favorite Trigun character?

teehee..... can u guess 🤪🙈

[clegfly]

Hey guys would it be cool if I killed myself right fucking now

[deoidesign]

Been thinking about her recently.

[tackledkey]

free my girl ok she did all that but y'all annoying af about it

[beastsovrevelation]

Crowley in Good Omens (1.03)

[wrenaspun]

capri prompt : might be a bit angsty but laurent timetraveling in the past because of magic or something and when he gets to his old self in arles he is whipping damen and damen hates him 🫣

“A gold coin says he lives. If you want to win it from me, you’ll have to exert yourself.”

Laurent had not said the words, but he was aware of having said them; he knew, somehow, that it had been the most recent thing out of his mouth. The statement hung suspended in the air, saturating the wide room. Laurent, now, stood very still and tried to make sense of his surroundings.

It was a courtyard he knew all too well. The sawdust, the sweeping roof, the crumbling wall which had been — or would be? — repaired. The cross in the middle of the space, to which Damen was strapped. He was insensate with pain, which was a far worse sight than if he had been glaring violently at Laurent. The whipping had reduced his awareness of the world around him to a purely physical experience. Behind him, a servant drew back his arm.

“Enough.” Laurent was barely aware of having spoken. He had returned to this place before, in dreams; but the dreams had never been this vivid, and he had never been able to act, only to watch.

The realisation was a cold horror. He was here, repeating the worst of what had been done to his husband, but too late to stop it. He was standing with a view to Damen’s face. He knew that if he walked around the post to look, Damen’s back would be raw. Even now, he could see the thin trails of blood which were trickling down his side, bright red against the brown skin.

The servant lowered his arm slowly, frowning. “Your Highness, you said —”

“I know what I said.” Laurent didn’t know how he was talking. His voice was frozen. “Consider your coin earned. Fetch the physician. Be quick about it.”

He was peripherally aware of the man backing away one step, then turning to leave the courtyard. All of his focus was on Damen. He wanted to be thinking about next steps, about what he would make of this second chance, but his mind was wholly blank. Damen’s head rolled sideways so their eyes met, and Laurent realised he had been wrong. Damen was not totally lost, yet, to pain. That had come with the second round of lashing. This was still the Damen who had called Laurent — it took a moment to remember the insult of years past; that was how thoroughly they had forgiven each other — cold-blooded and honourless. His brown eyes were flinty with dislike. Laurent felt the sharp streak of pain in his chest and curled himself around it, almost welcoming it. Damen, he wanted to say. At a time like this, he wanted to throw himself into Damen’s arms. He had no idea how to speak.

Damen’s eyes unfocused briefly, then redoubled their open scrutiny of Laurent. He was still in a great deal of pain. This was the episode which had turned his distaste into iron dislike. And Laurent had been too late to stop it. The thought came with another lance of pain. What might they have done together, if he had just come back a few days before this — even a few hours or minutes before this?

Damen said, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Laurent blinked. His face had been — he didn’t know what his face had been doing. Damen seemed more unnerved now, looking at Laurent, than he had when he was on the post being whipped. His wrist moved, as though he had forgotten that it was bound in place.

Laurent forced down everything he was feeling and sealed it away. He told Damen, “You’re seeing things. Be quiet and wait for Paschal to get here.” His stomach hurt. Damen didn’t seem fooled; he had always been able to see through Laurent in the most inconvenient ways. His eyes were still narrow with suspicion. He was holding grimly onto consciousness, and this was his tether.

“Don’t tell me you’ve a weak stomach, too.”

Laurent didn’t laugh. Right now he felt weak all over.

[alienoresimagines]

Bucky: I know you hate me, Buck, but- Buck: Wait, what? Why do you think I hate you? Bucky: You always clam up when I enter the room and you’re always watching me and you never want to spend time with me and you get all tense whenever I walk close to you and you won’t talk to me in full sentences and oh, yes, I hear it now, god, you have a crush on me, that’s adorable.