#It's going to be so so fun!

[sisterdragonwithfeathers]

this is your random reminder to CHECK IF YOU'RE STILL HAVING FUN

are you enjoying scrolling tumblr? watching youtube? reading that book? playing that game? drawing that art? doing that activity? if not,

YOU CAN STOP AND DO SOMETHING ELSE

you don't have to stick to something that you are doing for fun if it isn't fun for you anymore. You can come back! If you've loved it before you are likely to love it again! but you can stop!

Don't get stuck in a loop of doing something that you think should be fun when it isn't! You can put it down for a bit! Maybe that's the very thing that will make it fun again later!

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[forgetbeam]

why do i keep seeing whole videos on advice for artfight from “veterans” or whatever. here’s all the advice you need:

you don’t need to draw every day

you don’t need to fully render every drawing, sketches still count and the person receiving it will still love it

you don’t need a fully polished ref sheet for every single character, having a basic one or even just a colour palette along with whatever other art you’ve done works fine in most cases

you don’t need to draw a fully rendered piece every single day do not burn yourself out or injure yourself for funny little internet points good lord

boom done there’s your 15 minute video

[gumy-shark]

made a beautiful google slides infographic in 60 seconds on why u should Fucking Vote

[catmask]

SNAPDEX REPORT: WEEK 1

actually, i guess nows as good a time as any. heres all my pokemon warmups from the past 9 days! i wonder how long i can keep going

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[trashworldblog]

living in the olympic village has to be WILD. you wake up from your cardboard bed, overwhelmed with the idea that you're at the Fucking Olympics at 22. you walk around and notice the girl thats sponsered by parmachan cheese. you get breakfast and think of the guy who loves those chocolate muffins. you wish he left one for you. you go to your morning workout hoping to see simone biles. you go to see your team, and they're pitching tik tok ideas. it gets 5 million views. snoop dog is in the background.

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[weathertheraine]

She didn’t knowwww….

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

big bro jazz

[boybecoming]

an ode to testosterone weight gain

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[anna-scribbles]

adrien in my outfit from a few days ago✨ feat. my claws out converse

bonus:

[myhusbandsasemni]

Cursebreakers: Jack's Intro

Aight, we just playing around here so some of this might not end up being cannon. We still vibe though!

Masterlist

Jack loved playing his part. As a Jack from a long line of Jacks, he had an inordinate amount of sass and quips held in his mortal frame. Some say that the bloodline was corrupted by how much time they spent working out deals with fae and humans alike, some say the fae got it from the Jacks. 

Jack’s mother was a Jack too, but she had recently retired and left the business to him, retiring the family’s shared name and taking on her birth name, Cynthia Atkinson, before going to live in the fae courts since not a single fae there would be able to win over her as she now held all of their true names. That was the true goal for a Jack. 

Jack pondered on his own abilities and sass compared to his mother, and while he came up short, he had more than enough to deal with the two he was dealing with in front of him. 

A human woman sat, prim and well dressed, in one chair, and the fae man in the other, sharp hands folded over his double jointed knee. 

Jack looked down at the contract the two had worked out one more time to make sure he was reading it right. 

“Did you have another Fae dealer help write this up for the two of you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at them. 

“No,” the woman, Laura Schultz, said with a simpering smile. “I am familiar with such things. I’ve done this a few times before.”

“Mmhmm,” Jack said, looking back down at the document. “I thought so. Sir, you have read over these terms, correct?”

“Correct,” the fae said with a serious nod. He was new here. Jack had his name now, a prerequisite for any fae or human working with a Fae dealer who needed to have a contract approved these days. He had never heard of a Periot in this area before. And after reading the contact, Jack could almost certainly bet his life and true name on the fact that this Fae had no actual idea what he was agreeing to. 

“Tell me, Periot. You are new to this plane, correct?”

Periot shifted nervously, his chitinous wings brushing the floor behind the chair. “Um, that's correct, sir.”

“I thought so. And according to this contract, did you realize that you would inadvertently be selling the next 10 years of your life and free will to this woman in return for the paltry sum of her services in teaching you - let’s see - ‘The ways of human characteristics, laws, and sex’?”

Periot stiffened, leaning forward to snatch up the contract. “What!?”

Laura turned a glare as bright as an incoming fireball on Jack, which he ignored. He was not concerned with glares as much as making sure the contract was fair. 

“Where does it say that!?” Periot asked, his many eyes tracing the document and Jack cleared his throat, gesturing for the document. 

The fae gave it back over and Jack read out, “‘The fae creature making such a deal with the human being will reside with her for the totality of 10 years, concurrently. During this time, the fae creature will be under the care and mind of the human being so mentioned.’ This could be interpreted as living with her and learning from her, however, this is clearly a loophole that is becoming more common in such contracts. It is clear that when contracts such as this are sealed with magic, this wording will allow her mind and will to win over yours in every case where she wishes it to do so. Really, Miss Schultz. You should know such loopholes do not work for more than a couple of weeks in fae dealer communities.”

Miss Shultz’s expression darkened further. “I assure you, I did not mean any such thing. I-”

Jack felt a burn in his collar bone where his rune sat tattooed into his skin. It grew hot whenever someone knowingly lied in his presence when it was active. “That’s enough, Miss Schultz. You and I both know that is a lie.” He gestured at the sign on the wall that warned that he would have ways to sense a lie. It was written on a small, uninteresting plaque. He was required by law to warn people about his rune in professional settings, but most people overlooked it as the contract was discussed. It helped that fae were so busy being weirded out by humans and vice versa during such meetings. 

He stood up, clutching her small purse in front of her huffily. “Fine. I no longer want to make any contracts with Mr. Periot. Thank you for your services, Mr…..”

“Jack,” the fae dealer replied with a smile as the fae shrank back into his chair, shocked by how close he’d come to giving up his agency and 10 years of his life. The fae must be young, then, if it bothered him so much. 

Miss Schultz stuck her nose in the air and left, slamming the door behind herself. 

Jack turned his attention to Periot. “Are you alright, sir?”

Periot slumped forward, running his hands over his face. “That was….. I was so stupid, wasn’t I?”

“I wouldn’t say stupid. Just inexperienced,” Jack said sympathetically. I can give you a rundown on how to avoid something like this happening again in the future if you would like.”

He sighed. “That would probably be a good idea, yeah. Thank you, fae dealer.”

Jack nodded. He opened his mouth to start giving the fae a crash course on how fae weren’t actually the trickiest creatures in the universe but cut off when he saw a dark haired woman waving at him through the window. He nodded and said, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Periot. I have to step out for just a moment. There are drinks in the little fridge there if you want to have one and relax.”

Periot nodded, still overwhelmed as he dealt with the knowledge of how he’d nearly been tricked into slavery. 

Jack got up and left the office, coming out to the main hall where his wife waited for him, a beautiful smile on her face and hands on her back as she supported herself, her baby bump clearly visible. 

“Hello, Sweetness,” Jack said warmly, scooping his hands under stomach and taking the weight of it for a moment. 

She sighed, relaxing as he supported her stomach and their baby. “Thank you, Beloved.”

“Of course,” he said with a smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I just needed to get out of the house. I brought your favorite.”

Jack’s eyes widened as she reached down and grabbed a bag, pulling out a large cup of elote which they would, of course, share. 

“Oh, Sweetness, you shouldn’t have!” he exclaimed, delighted. “Let me just tell my client I’ll be out for a bit.”

She nodded as he slowly lowered her belly again and went in to tell the fae that he was going to be busy, but if Periot wanted that explanation he could come back in an hour. 

Once he was done with that, he found his wife in the break room, waiting patiently for him. 

She reached a hand out to him and he took it, kissing her fingers before he sat down. 

“Your fingers are still really cold, Beloved,” Elena said with a frown. “Have the doctors figured out what’s causing it?”

Jack looked down at his hands. “Not yet. I’m sure it’s fine, Sweetness.”

He hoped so at least. He still hadn’t admitted that the same feeling of cold had been creeping up through his toes of late. The doctors hadn’t been able to figure it out, so he would probably go talk with his hex breaker buddy and see if one of his disgruntled clients had managed to land a hex on him without him noticing. He couldn’t think of how anyone could have, but it was a good idea to check. But he didn’t want to worry Elena. 

“How has your day been, dear?”

“Oh, you know,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. Elena was excited to have a child, but she wasn’t so amused by the actual pregnancy on its own. “Tired, achey, sickly and all that. I took a bath earlier and that helped a bit.”

“That’s good,” Jack said, making a mental note to rub her feet when he was home from work today. “Any peep from the little one yet?”

Elena smiled. “Yes. They were having a fight with my bladder this morning.” 

Jack grinned, reaching over and rubbing her stomach. “Leave your mama alone, little one. No need to be a handful yet. You have your whole life ahead of you to do all of that.”

“Oh, don’t encourage them.” Elena said, rolling her eyes. 

“Okay, fine. Leave your mama alone, little one, or I’ll promise my first born to the next person who walks in.”

Elena smacked his arm and he laughed, glad to see she was still amused with his antics. 

“That isn’t something to joke about, Beloved,” she chastised him. 

He shrugged. “What can I say? It’s funny.”

“I know,” she said, a little smile on her face. “Do you know when you’ll be home tonight?”

“Maybe in a couple more hours. My load today was pretty light,” he said, taking the elote and scooping some corn out to eat. He hummed and passed the cup to Elena who had her own spoon. “That’s good. Where did you get that?”

“There’s a new food truck near the doctors. Spotted it a couple weeks ago after we found out baby’s gender.”

That was a good doctor’s appointment, not only seeing his daughter in the magical imaging but finding out what she was. She was going to be so beautiful. Just like her mother. It was killing Jack to keep it a secret, of course, but just as it was dangerous to pass out your real name to strangers, it was just as dangerous to tell people the gender of your child before they are born. So, he would have to wait and squeal quietly in his head. 

“I’ll have to see what else they have there, then. This is really good.”

His wife nodded and they ate in comfortable silence for a while until they had finished their elote. Once they were done, and finished chatting about their days, Jack helped Elena up and walked her out to the nearby teleportation port where she paused, kissing him. He leaned into it, perhaps a moment longer than he really ought to out in public, but soon she was on her way back home to rest. 

Jack headed back to his office, pausing when he saw a flash of movement around the corner. He hesitated for a long moment, a bad feeling in his stomach as the cold in his hands and toes seemed to intensify. 

He shook his head and went back inside. He had some paperwork to fill out after that meeting and needed to put together his presentation for the poor fae who had gotten a sharp new taste of what the outside of the Hill was like. 

He couldn’t wait to be home. Maybe he’d call his mother when he got home. She always had such fascinating tales of drama and fae shenanigans whenever he called.

Desiree's Intro

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[chimchiri]

gideon & harrow OR rd and sf as cowboys please please please

It's the cowgirl necro and her gunslinger cav! Who is so damn extra she's got three guns: one left, one right, and one in pole position! (She swears the ladies love it!)