#I need to do more of these

[swallowtail-lotus]

🍎Father's Love {Adam x Daughter!Reader}🍎

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This Adam will forever be my favourite version.

I want a hug from him now 😭

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Watching your father's match with Zeus was nerve wracking. Your father landed the first hit on the powerful god.

"Please be okay, dad."

You mumbled, your hands shaking from the fear. One of your older brothers, Abel, noticed your shaking form and patted your head.

"Relax, sis. Dad is super strong!"

He laughed, bringing you in closer to him. He was right. Your father is strong, but a part of you was doubtful of that. You didn't know why.

"He's right! Dad will win this!"

Your other brother, Cain joined in from your left, his grin bringing slight comfort to you. Like your mother, you were more emotional.

As the match progressed, you noticed the strain in your father's eyes and panicked. Zeus was overwhelming him with the punches. Zeus found out the drawback and used it to his advantage by pulling off such a dirty trick.

"No, dad!"

You yelled out, nearly falling from the stands if it weren't for your brothers.

Adam, on the other hand, heard your shout and threw more punches at the towering god.

"Always the observant one, (Y/n).."

Adam thought, fondly smiling at the memory of you. The faint cry of a baby entered his ears.

"There's a baby crying somewhere. There's no need to cry. Don't worry. You don't have to be afraid of those bad guys. Your dad's gonna take care of..."

Adam couldn't finish his thoughts as the punch landed. Having superhuman hearing, you gasped quietly, tears coming out of your eyes.

Just as they thought Adam was done, his hand shot up to grip Zeus's head.

"I got you."

"He took his blows to grab him. Amazing, father!"

You thought, a pinch of hope building up from inside. The sounds of bows being delivered at immeasurable speeds gave you so much anxiety you felt your knees give out. One last blow towards each other ended the match here, Adam standing on his feet and Zeus crumpled to his knees. Your eyes widen from the sight, thinking it was in humanity's favour.

Looking more closely, the hope you had faded away. Everyone from humanity were cheering, but you weren't.

"Hell yeah! You kicked his ass, dad!"

Cain called out, raising his fist.

The cheering ceased once the realisation kicked in. You knew what they were thinking.

The father of humanity had died, standing on his feet and with a smile.

As Heimdall announced the winner, you fell to your knees, the tears you were trying to hold back came pouring out, staining your clothes. Your mother and brothers brought you in for a hug, their sobbing filling your ears. The moment you looked up at the sky, you could've sworn you saw your father, smiling down at you all.

"Never forget that I love you all."

"Especially you, (y/n). I can never ask for a better daughter. My love is a circle, because it never ends."

[stardustghoul]

some old copia face sketches

[softercintailed]

I dunno if this was specifically to me, @bbwinprogress but!

33. How would you react if you woke up and you were 400 pounds? Honest answer is that I’d cancel everything I needed to do that day, and just spend the day revelling in it.

I want to examine every inch of me. I want to see what parts of me I can even still reach. I want to enjoy trying to take my first heavy, waddling steps and I want to feel everything jiggle as I tumble backwards and fall back into the deep crater I left in my mattress.

I so badly want to test my hunger and capacity because there’s something so so hot about imagining that in that extra hundred pounds I also gained a desperate, unquenchable appetite, and a stomach that’s used to being filled and overfilled again and again, like someone else was controlling my body for a while, and they gave in to every last gainer impulse i carry inside me.

Most of all tho, I want to enjoy how to feels to be warmly, softly enveloped in a body this massive and heavy. I’ve dreamed about it before.

400 lbs is in that size range where the sane, self-conscious part of me says “you’ll never get that big, and that’s probably for the best” and where the needy feedee part says “we’ve only just begun to gain! Isn’t this so much more like who we really are inside?” And if I woke up and I was 400 pounds, it would be really hard not to finally absolutely, completely let go

[qaanngi]

✨🤍🩵✨

[siriusist]

Every Friend Group Needs... (Part One/?) (Part Two)

[akapanuka]

Recent page doll commissions! >:]

[taydaq]

I'm putting this one under a cut because I never know what tumblr is going to do AND IT'S NOT EVEN CRAZY. Just a small two panel ambreigns comic with ONE F word and a hand going places... LOL.

If it gets flagged, I'll move it to AO3.

Tagging: @catboymansion, @jackforshort, and @sickfxckmox! Again, let me know if you don't want to be tagged! Or if you do, tell me- I need more ambreigns lovers!

[da3drat]

Was looking through old art and found these sketches

From before I was posting any meralexia (and before I started exaggerating my elf ears lmao)

[pastelideas]

I spent too long coming up with his tattoo design but West needed a better one. His gear also needed a glow up.  

[trixibebe]

oc stuff - Being a translator at Ichiban Holdings: A moodboard

[no1ryomafan]

I forgot I had this

[eluviannaa]

The chamber lay in half-shadow, thick candles casting dark tendrils, shadows stretching along the cobbled floor. Strange symbols, inked in pitch, spiraled outward, shifting at the edges of perception. The air hung heavy, a thrumming breath layered with whispers and ancient incantations.

Ashen mist coiled lazily upward from a smoldering bundle, meeting with the sharp, metallic scent of an offering consecrating the space.

Only two figures stood, flanked by faint runes glowing in a pulsing rhythm, resonating with something deep beneath the stone and earth, binding them—a threshold between worlds seen and unseen.

Eluvianna's eyes narrowed, her fingers curving gently as a violet light bloomed in her palm, its curious threads twisting around her hand. Her gaze held steady, challenging the figure before her.

“Is that a threat?” the shadow asked, voice low and sharp as their own touch flared.

Eluvianna’s lips bowed, though her grip on the energy refused release. “It doesn’t have to be,” she replied. “I’d rather we stay on the same side of things.”

With the words and a rise of her touch, the magic agitated, flames whipping with intention.

Writing Prompt #2859

"Is that a threat?"

"It doesn't have to be. I'd rather we stay on the same side of things."

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[dudenastii]

whatever

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead