#GOD MY HANDWRITING

[felsicveins]

For all the jasonnie enjoyers out there 🫡 @sibillascribbles08

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[wretchedbroth]

Can’t get this scene out of my head…like…the layers…ough…

[cup1d-ch4rm]

I offer my Apollo design! ( + some notes)

[cubedmango]

indian blorbos obtained u know what that means [hits them w desi memes lazer]

[metamatronic]

some of the old cast! it’s kinda crazy looking back at my old BATIM art, ngl. but it’s nice to see that i’ve improved!

[theerastour]

favorite ttpd lyrics

Cassandra by Taylor Swift

[hizerain]

20241012

Though I am halfway through the notebook that is my dedicated commonplace book, I'm not exactly sure how to fix it anymore. Removing of structure makes it too messy and makes it impossible as a reference piece, adding even more structure makes it too unwieldy to add entries into. Perhaps the inherent problem is looking for this optimization, instead of just trying to make it work for me. Life is busy, thesis work is busy. I want to document more, to share more but I am unlikely to take photos and feel increasingly uncomfortable with being online, not so much because of the people as it is the corporations and the way the internet is changing (though admittedly, the players do play a role). I want to be seen, but I don't really want to be known.

[teaboot]

Did you know. That you can just. Buy arthritic compression gloves. For joint pain

My hands feel so fucking nice right now

[aimtodraw]

Babysitting as a love language (superbat)

Richard: Don't get me wrong, he loves me too (obviously) just not enough to go through today again.

Bruce: What the hell did you guys do today anyway??

[gingermintpepper]

There are many things people expect from one called 'God of Blood'. Always, the first thought is the blood of war, the blood of violence, the blood of the weak shed for the goals of the strong. Ares doesn't think of the blood of battle at all. When he thinks of blood, he envisions the many tied knots of blood bonds and bonds forged in the blood of battle. Blood sons and blood daughters, blood brothers and battle sisters, blood oaths and blood vengeance - he watches over them all and keeps close each one of these bonds.

One cannot begrudge his displeasure then when he realises he cannot tell Leto's offspring apart just by looking at them.

It was easier when it was just Artemis. Dark hair curled about her shoulders, a fierce mien whenever Father summons her to the mountain, a scattering of bones and blood shed whenever she was disturbed; the eldest child of Leto was a wild thing, sharp toothed with sharper claws always at the ready. There's whispers of her being a twin, of her other half being made to crawl on their belly as penance for their sin of god-slaying but Ares pays it little mind. What twins look alike among their number? Even dog litters are born distinct with all their unique markings inlaid in their fur. Artemis' twin too would be much more than their sister's mirror image.

Pouring over his list now, he wishes anything about Phoebus Apollo was that simple.

Mirror image did not begin to describe it. The twins were the same height, the same build, had the same colour and texture hair, ate the same raw food and drank the same amount of nectar. There was no difference in how they dressed, no difference in the company they kept, no variance in the weapons they used. There are some days Ares still cannot believe Phoebus will grow into a man and not some nymph with the way his ears have that slender point. He watches them now, sitting together beneath a shady palm and stringing their bows in an uncanny unison and curses because he still cannot tell them apart. What use is his skill in knowing blood when they both have the same damn blood running through their veins? What bond is there to sense when they are tied so tightly together, Ares can scarcely tell brother from sister?

He sighs. Unadorned and completely alone, the only way to know who is who is to speak to them. He'll have to find more ways to tell them apart from a distance. Surely they cannot stay this similar all the rest of their immortal lives.

[kenchann]

いらっしゃいませ !

[captainuranium543]

Headcannons for the dragon gang!! (yes I include erza fuck you) second and third gen are next and I will probably make more because I love lizards and I love projecting even more

[almondpiglet]

serirei doodles n lil comics

[liltaireissocute]

caleb showing molly his scars for the first time

[dawnofiight]

Hello my cuties again!

Another fun little interaction thing!

Tell me which redacted character you resonate with the most.

Then show me what your handwriting looks like on a good day and in cursive (you don't have to write in cursive it's ok).

Then show me what you think that redacted character would write their name like.

Naturally, I will start.

I resonate with Angel. They are me I am them.

Handwriting below ⬇️