#I hope that this is okay

[dontfindmerain]

:DD

sorry my voice is still shit lmao

[tangledfate]

@kttybot asked: ❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜ { for Blitz }

“O–KAAAAAAAY~!” Hands up and he’s backing away, tugging at his collar with more than a little discomfort.

“That is– That’s a lot…fuck is there not one of you robots that ISN’T creepy?!” Was it just programmed into them to say fucked up shit and be menacing? Or was he just really fucking lucky?

[cwarscars]

@crownfell liked for a starter.

it quells the stinging on his chin - the edge of his lip, bloody. a back-alley brawl that's left the former-general with a swollen smile and purple tainting red. his drink does well to ease any pain; the edge of a fifth that sees bitter whiskey be medicine. with a grimace and a suck of his teeth, he holds a hot breath before he asks for another.

only as his attention's turned from drink for a second does he see the man across the bar; another brawler? another lost soul? just like him-

whatever or whoever the man; he's caught the eyes of a warrior, once savage. a man whose name would have been in the paper yesterday; who, today - is nothing more than anyone else. just another night time face, sitting at the bar, crimson on his lips and liquor waiting to be shared. despite his drink being delivered, he holds his gaze on the other long enough for him to surely notice - and then -

a smirk; the smallest curve of his lip, the bare of fangs between plump lips. a look that dares not look away from desire - a look that simply dares.

[mintytrifecta]

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all (blank) a very pleasant (blank)" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant rosh hashanah". In front of Bugs there is a jar of honey, a stack of apples and pomegranates. In front of bug's mouth there is a shofar.]

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby went into the pit and made a FNAF friend..

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[bats-and-the-birds]

I am thinking about the batkids and their rooms at the manor.

When Dick was first brought to the manor, Alfred put wooden letters that spelled out his name on the outside of the door to his room. He wanted the boy to feel like he belonged, and denoting the room as his seemed like the best way. At first, they spelled out "Richard", and were painted in red, green, and yellow -- the colors that his parents had worn for their circus act, that didn't have any other meaning yet. Dick pried them off the door and threw them away. He didn't want to accept that this was permanent yet. There were new letters on the door a few days later, blue this time, and spelling out "Dick" instead. Those letters got pried off much the same and shoved in a drawer, and they didn't get put back until a year later. He was too short to put them in the same place, so they ended up crooked, and Alfred found it too endearing to fix.

When he left the manor years later, he considered ripping the letters off the door and throwing them in the foyer on his way out. But he left them, and there they remained, crooked as ever.

Jason got his own letters when it became clear he wasn't going anywhere. He helped Alfred put them up on his bedroom door, standing on a step stool to make sure they got in the right place. His were evenly spaced and neatly aligned, and he refused to tell anyone that he cried over them that night. He'd spent months wondering if he'd ever live up to his predecessor, not just as Robin, but in the family as well. And now he had his own letters, just like Dick's, and they weren't going anywhere.

And they didn't. Even after he died. Bruce and Alfred both considered taking the name down to make walking past that empty room less painful, but in the end, they didn't dare touch the letters, just like they didn't touch anything else in the room. Years later, Jason would sneak into the manor through his old bedroom window and find his school uniforms still hanging in the closet, his textbooks on his desk, an open novel on his nightstand, and, of course, the letters still on the door, more of an epitaph than the one on his actual tombstone.

Tim fought for his name on a bedroom door. It took a while, but he trained, and he learned, and he forced himself into the role that he knew he could fill. Part of him thought that no matter how good and useful he made himself as Robin, he'd never really fill the role that the two before him did. He thought there might not be room for him after Jason's death, but he did it. He was older than the other two when Alfred finally put the letters up on his door, but he did it.

Later, when he left in search of Bruce, he didn't think for a second of taking his name down off his door. He'd earned it.

Damian's name got put up practically as soon as he got to the manor. He didn't think much of having his name on a door. If anything, it irked him a bit, being lumped in with the others, but it would have annoyed him more if he didn't get his own name. For a while, his name on the door, marking it as his from the hallway, was the only reason you could tell it wasn't the guest room that it had previously been. He had no photographs, had arrived with no personal affects.

That changed, eventually. As he gained friends, he also gained photos of them. He put up sketches and watercolor paintings of his animals. A dog bed got put on the floor for Titus. But the letters had been there from the beginning, and he grew to appreciate them eventually. His room, with the name on the door, was safe, and he liked it there.

Cass's letters showed up without much fanfare. They were simply there when she exited her room one day. "Cassandra" in black wooden letters that matched all of her new siblings'. She ran her fingers over them with reverence. She'd never been allowed to leave a mark before. Her life was predicated on being a shadow, but there was her name, in big letters, somewhere where other people could see it.

Steph had a room. She didn't want to admit it, but when she crashed at the manor, it was always in the same room. Her name was put up, and she took it down, and it was put up again, and she took it down again until it became something of a game between her and Alfred. If Steph was staying at the manor and Alfred didn't find a wooden S in a random cupboard, then have to search the house for the rest of her name, then he knew she was in a bad mood, and he usually made her favorite cookies and left them outside of the door with her name still firmly in place.

Duke's letters were waiting for him when he moved in. His name in bright yellow letters that matched his suit already in place. Of course it was, it's tradition at this point, and he's part of the family now. He had bounced around for a while now, and the letters on his door made him feel...calmer. It was a sense of permanence, and one he could learn to enjoy.

Barbara didn't need a room. She had her own room, in her own house, but Alfred still offered to mark out a space for her. She declined. When she did stay over, it was either in the cave or Dick's room, she didn't need her own. Still, that didn't mean her mark wasn't left somewhere. There was a study downstairs with a desk that she sometimes did her homework on as a child if she was staying over for the night. Now, the desk held a computer that was wired into the Batcomputer's network, a photo of her and her father, and, of course, tiny wooden letters affixed to the side that spelled out 'Barbara'.

[llamahearted]

two people will go through similar things & learn to cope in different ways

print ♥︎ song

[maskedinfinate]

Woe, mermay moonlily be upon ye!!!

This was heavily inspired by @yamujiburo and their own mermay art!! (sorry for the @ :[ !!!) please check out their art if you havent!! They are SUPER COOL!!!!!!!!!! :D

[the-phantom-peach]

skyward sword… yeah <3

Crimson Loftwing

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[justarandomart]

That's fair

a little comic based on this post by @existencebringsonlypain

[tangledfate]

@aetherianxarchive​ asked: “Hey, I’m here for you.”-- For Thea from Ansal on @luna-mxth ;v;

She wasn't going to cry. So what if they'd taken the first chance they’d gotten to kick her out of the tower that had been allotted to her kind after they'd arrived. She didn't need them; she was fine on her own...

If that was true, why did it feel like this?

Lips pressing into a thin line, she crossed the rampart to nearly the other side of the hold and made her way down the stairs and into the garden. There was a small tower there that had yet to be claimed, perhaps the Inquisition allow her to use it.

Or maybe one of their templars would be stationed to watch her like in the circle? Or would they just tell her to leave?

It took some effort to push the door from it's frame, and a good deal more to force it open against the junk that had been left inside to be forgotten. Broken brooms and dishes. Pots and pottery. Shelves and chairs and tables and all manner of odds and ends that looked like they needed to be burned long ago.

She was staring helplessly at the mess before her when someone stepped around her. Ansal said nothing as he started to tidy the space, offering a smile as she watched him with what was likely confusion on her features. Here to help whenever she needed it.

It was the smile that undid her. A sign that their friendship hadn't been severed by her ejection from the tower--the only one that had proven so, it seemed. So, with tears escaping down her cheeks, she stepped into a waiting hug and sobbed as he murmured a gentle reassurance that he somehow knew she needed to hear.

[cwarscars]

"You wouldn't want my father to hear about this little slip now , would you?" From Rufus :)))

it had been a blip - a mishap.

one man in the building that really shouldn't have fucking been there. an intruder who'd slipped security, wormed their way up each floor and somehow landed themselves in the same office as the president's son. heidegger hadn't known a thing until he'd walked on by the sounds of screams. not of the young vice-president, oh no. the person who'd attempted to attack the other had in actuality, been quickly laid-out by him. someone from sort of terror-cell? maybe a branch of that avalanche heidegger had heard so much of. more-likely, a wutain crossing the lines to make a point.

after-all - the war still rages.

be it on the battlefield or in the general's heart. it still rages.

he's as surprised to hear rufus' question as he is to see the man lying on the floor; a shift of his eyes from the wounded to the other. a tightness in his jaw that has it clenched and him looking stunned. he holds his position for a second, scopes the silence. aside from the two of them - the hallway's dead. a late night and few on to work. perhaps that had been why security had been so lax. his men slacking off. sleeping at the wheel. whatever the case, he'd get on them -

"urgh-" he shakes his head, eyes finally darted toward the ground "my apologies, sir." were his respect to shinra sr not paramount, he'd not be taking it from the man's son. regardless, all heidegger can do is hold hand's behind his back and apologise. "i - i've no idea how my men didn't see him."

the usual growl in his inflection is a weak one; an animal licking a wound (his pride, so sore).

"i-if there's anything i can do-" he'd test the waters, edge his eyes up toward rufus - sprinkle suggestion that a man can get away with anything should he use the right tone "to rectify this situation..." he bows his head "please, allow me."

not out of servitude, but rather out of...self-preservation.

[datcravat]

pe ru so na

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time