#MY CHILDREN DESERVE HAPPINESS

[angel28716]

my babies

[prxnce07]

Eyeliner ♦️

[notdysfunk]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS !!

Ty to the lovely @end3rf0x for the voice, once again!! bg music is Last Christmas - Wham! Music box cover This one took me about 4 days on-off using flipaclip and pure willpower LOL Enjoy!!

[themusicsweetly]

As long as we both shall live

[linkedin-offficial]

The evolution of Skypeople and their prolific adaptability

open read more for the rest of the text ! warning, long post (sorry lol :'D)

during the early days of skypeople life in the realms of sky, skypeople were very weak and susceptible to the elements and dangers that the land, not being very suited for habitable life just yet, had brought to them. because of this, they had to begin adapting rapidly as they finally began to settle into their chosen homes and settlements.

for example, those like the well known avians; known for sparking the invention of caped flight and nurturing many of todays bird populations; were a derivative of early skypeople that had begun sprouting feathers, wings, tails, and birdlike legs to better help them in their chosen environments of the clouds and wind paths. meanwhile others, like miners, were large and rugged skypeople that were known for their amazing ability to go long periods of time without a reliable light source; they had adapted not entirely because of their chosen home, but because of their occupation.

this amazing rapid showcase of adaptability allowed for skypeople to flourish and thrive, the populations all across realms booming very quickly, and communities growing with every passing year.

soon however, because of the many technological advances made by the growing expanse of opportunity that was created, machines and great inventions powered by the most skilled of light magic users were becoming the norm. intensely laborious jobs and harsh trekking became a thing of the past.

then, to complete the cycle, due to such advances, skypeople began to de-evolve. because of the great new technology that had now been mastered, there was little need for much physical adaption. so, as time went on, skypeople began losing these unique features, and looking much like the skypeople you may know today as "spirits".

some skypeople did manage to maintain small aspects of their adaptable family genealogy, but this percentage was miniscule in number.

fig 1 . two skypeople of the early settlement age. the earliest of the skypeople were small, frail, and very fragile. early skypeople would easily be mistaken for skychildren in todays age, no matter how old the individual.

fig 2 . two skypeople at the peak of evolution; an avian and a miner. due to the rapid evolution of skypeople, there was barely any inbetween period between the early age and the peak evolution age. diversity was abundant, and it was easy to find individual skypeople built for almost any job. avians, who excelled at flight; miners, who dominated the tough jobs in dangerous areas; and divers, who took to the open seas with ease; just to name a small handful.

fig 3 . after the slow decline of evolution due to technological advances, skypeople began to become even more diverse in nature. it became hard to tell just exactly the lineage of any individual simply by gazing at their features. because of this, masks, capes, and clothing depicting creatures, occupation, or status became incredibly popular. to dress extravagantly and display your lineage namesake was considered normal.

fig 4 . mostly all of the latest skypeople come from this age, all those we now know as "spirits". this age was not as extravagant as the detransition age, but many of the cultures and things learned stuck strong throughout. in this age, it was hard to find any who bore the unique features of the peak evolution age, which only encouraged those who were persistent in maintaining their lineage's namesakes through generations.

[ladyespera]

Niënor Níniel

[odetoalostpairofkeys]

kidnaped @ebi-skycotl's OCs to give them happiness

I have never drawn anything so fast

They're playing dress up! (Look they're flowers!)

[cookinguptales]

I love how ConcernedApe was like "no, you may not have children with your adorable monster roommate" and instead of making me less feral, that just encouraged me to marry villagers, divorce them, take full custody, then introduce our children to their new monster daddy.

You made me worse, ConcernedApe.

[solomons-poison]

I keep thinking of Silvio with his first kid, I feel like he'd end up with either all boys or at least majority boys. But generally thinking how soft he becomes for multiple reasons.

His family life was shit, one parent that manipulated him and the other that openly hated him. No luck with his siblings either, for multiple reasons. He grew up expecting people to only ever want something, specifically money, from him, and it skewed his view on relationships and family so much.

But now, now he has you.

Someone who was so ridiculously honest and and kind-hearted and sassy and stubborn that he had no choice but to fall in love with you. Someone that didn't just want him for his fortune or for special favors, but saw through his difficult sides and defensive nature and need to solve all things with money and accepted him anyway (even if it involved some fighting and arguments along the way).

He never could have predicted having a loving family, someone that treats him like an actual human being and not just a get-rich-quick scheme personified, being willing to touch someone with vulnerability and opening his heart to them. Honestly, part of him expected his work might kill him one day; before you, it probably would have been a blessing to die on the seas with his crew, away from the troubles of his kingdom and the hatred of his family. That, or maybe his thirst would finally consume him, the expensive wines he invested in finally taking him in the end.

It was a selfish thought, because he cared for his kingdom and worked hard to make it strong, that was his responsibility as prince. But sometimes, if he let himself think too long on it, it became too much for him. As much as he spouted that money was all that mattered, his heart still felt differently, and it was killing him inside. But meeting you saved him, in more ways than one.

Bringing you home to Benitoite, introducing you to the nation and the king and queen, getting married, it was all so unreal and like a fantasy. Sometimes Silvio was convinced he was just dreaming a drunken dream, and he'd have to slap himself or pinch himself to make sure it was reality. You did your best to assure him you really were there with him, your love and your warmth was real, but you couldn't blame him for how he felt knowing just a fraction of what he'd been through.

That dream-like feeling continued even as you eventually told him you were expecting, as he watched over the months as your belly grew and felt the small kicks of life. Of course he was happy, but he was terrified, too. Terrified that the only good thing in his life would be ripped away, like so much else, that someone or something would take the last bit of light from him and he'd go back to the half-alive existence he had before. He focused his anxieties into protecting you, staying by your side and holding you close. But sometimes the only things keeping him sane were your touches and your reassurances, reminding him you were always with him, that not even the strongest forces of nature could take you away from him. And he'd melt into your kiss, engraving the feel of your lips and your warmth into his heart so he'd never forget.

Things only stopped feeling like a dream when, after hours of labor and frantic pacing, he was finally holding his son, the newest prince of Benitoite and newest addition to the royal family. Just holding that wrapped, wriggling bundle in his arms, sharp wails of tiny lungs piercing his eardrums, finally cinched it all together. He wasn't adrift anymore, he wasn't ready to die with his boat or from excess drink. He had you, your unwavering love and resilience and wit, and this new life that you'd gifted him, that you'd made together. And he'd be damned if anything was going to take that away from him.

Having a family is foreign to him, a loving partner and a child that seeks him out (he will always think of the first time he heard "da da" and thought his heart would explode). Sometimes many times he worries that he'll do something to fuck it up, that he might act like his father or that you'll come to your senses and leave him for someone better. It takes a lot for him to unlearn these feelings, to work past these anxieties, because he wants to be the best he can be for you and his growing family. But he gets there, trusting in you and in himself that you two have got this, that it'll take more than an army to separate you from the people he cares about.

On occasion, he still thinks about if this is an elaborate dream, although the thought is more one in passing than a legitimate worry these days. But if this is a dream, it's one he never wants to wake up from.

[mostlyghostlyy]

had a thought about dancing with dale! i imagine he'd be a giggly two left-footed mess who just spins you around until you're dizzy

This would be so cute!

Dale probably knows some killer moves, although that was a long time ago. He obviously has some nice rhythm (i.e., the "Let me in now" scene where he does those adorable hand movements). Maybe he does a little Rick Astley shuffle when he gets really in the mood.

Although whenever he dances with you, he seems to lose all sense of balance and personal awareness. He tries so hard to impress you and often ends up embarrassing himself. Other times it's because he forgets himself in the mood and relaxed dynamics. Loving how you giggle and pull him closer every time he stumbles over himself. He might fake trip a little more often after realizing you find it humorous and how you check on him after.

Love the idea that he'll just spin, and spin, and spin you until you get dizzy. Both of you snickering as he twirls you. Dale would stop you "What's that Angel? More?" Then start spinning you again. A pleasant warmth in his chest to match his laughter. I think he's also the type to finish a spin with a dip. Dipping you so far back, your hands gripping at his arms and trusting him not to drop you.

[soukoku-stans-assemble]

I think one of the things I'm most mad about in the bsd fandom is the way we treat the abuse cycle.

For one, it isn't a cycle. It's a web. It doesn't just include mori, dazai, akutagawa and kyouka, but also yosano, q, higuchi and kouyo, whether as victims or abusers.

Also, I get so mad about the way we treat dazai. Dazai as treated as if he's just an abuser, whereas akutagawa is treated as if he's just a victim. And they are both abuser and victim, so it makes me mad that only one is held accountable for their actions. (Though obviously dazai is my favourite so I am biased).

What also makes me mad about this is the fact that realistically, dazai has more of an excuse.

Akutagawa was 14 when he entered the mafia, and dazai is 2 years older than him, making him only 16. This makes him not only a child, legally, but also still under Mori's, I.e. his abusers, thumb, while abusing akutagawa.

Akutagawa while abusing kyouka, however, is 20, and has been away from his abuser for four years? At that point? And obviously he hasn't healed, because he's an abuse victim, and that doesnt go away very easily. But he isnt being abused while he is abusing kyouka, and has been in a more healthy environment.

Obviously, at the end of the day, dazai and akutagawa are just victims of the cycle, and neither are more to blame than the other.

But if that's what you want to acknowledge, treat them equally, not just the way you want.

[jinnazah]

what kills me is how people here in the west are so …. willfully, blissfully, ignorant of what’s transpiring in palestine. like i have even seen poc, even seen HIJABIS still buying starbucks and i’m like …… i guess dumbfounded at this point. “oh but it’s just one drink” “oh but my one dollar won’t make a difference if i spent it or not” “well it’s not my problem, the middle east is always at war”

are people so arrogant they think they are the exception to what’s happening in palestine? in fact. the victim blaming against the palestinians is insane “well they should’ve just left” “well they should’ve agreed to a ceasefire” “well they shouldn’t have let hamas take over” you guys make me sick to my stomach!!!! my god this rhetoric is so narcissistic it hurts!!!!!

[several-ravens]

i've had enough of martin getting bullied for no reason and i'm happy that jonathan is too preoccupied by gertrude's laptop to do so

[synth-spinner]

Thinks really hard about superior agreeing to do that for Taka in the recent issue...remembers issue 12💥💥. LOVE this manga they get me fr.. he HATES how he was as doc ock so bad he would rather DIE than go back to being how he used to be even tho he knows he cant win against himself anymore because he refuses to be cruel again.. THATS HOW IT SHOULD BEEEE THEY GET IT... sick and twisted to me knowing how superior vol 2 ended up resetting him anyway.. AAAARGRGGHHHGGGGHHHGHHHH💥

[rhaenyra-first-of-her-name]

Somebody send me recs about Team Black please.

[fistfuloflightning]

you’re so right about Nienor and Mablung, and your art of them is so sweet ❤️ can I hear your thoughts on them?

Thank youuuu @serregon!!! 🥰 And ohhh I have lots of thoughts about these two!!! Be prepared for brainmush and me jumping around from headcanon to AU synopsis under the cut lol

Her years in Doriath are their cutesy era, before they’re both scarred from Turin’s jackassery. Mablung fell first, he admired her strength and resilience and her blunt way of talking which was so unlike most of the Doriathrim he knew. Nienor wasn’t far behind, since this kind buff marchwarden took her under his wing and encouraged her to talk freely with him, so unlike all the Doriathrim she knew. It was nice to have a confidant to share her problems and worries with and who would in return be able to share stories about her father and brother, neither of whom she had ever met.

Still unsure if I headcanon Morwen secretly teaching Nienor how to read and write while in Dor-Lomin, or to have Mablung be the one to teach her in Doriath. (and then she has to relearn it all over again in Brethil :P ) Either way, Mablung was her teacher during her years there, and was the one who taught her how to fight and how to move like an elf (which she used to great effect when she snuck along with Morwen’s bodyguards and even the elves didn’t notice her). His epithet is the Heavy Hand, which I take as he was skilled at fisticuffs/heavier weaponry (aka me indulging in my headcanon of Nienor preferring hand axes to fight since her teacher favored brute force and she’s referred to as the ‘likeness of Hurin in woman form’ and I’m think tall buff axe-wielding woman lol).

In Doriath as part of her training, they would play tag in the forests, or their version of Marco Polo which was each of them imitating bird calls and trying to discern what was the fake bird and trying to find ‘it’. (And if kisses were used as forfeits, no one would ever know 👀. Morwen certainly wouldn’t, Nienor would make sure of that.)

Mablung and Nienor probably got near the point of considering marriage (there’d been more than a few close calls), but then Nargothrond happened, and then Glaurung… And if the next man Niniel fell in love with looked so much like an elf, she would never understand why that pained her every time her husband kissed her and it would feel wrong.

I have two different timelines going in my head, one is where Mablung safely got her across the Girdle into Doriath before they got ambushed. Melian managed to undo most of Glaurung’s enchantment (since I’m absolutely sure a Maia’s power could undo that of a created monster with nowhere the strength of one gifted with the ability to manipulate the First Music). Nienor gets her mind back, but Morwen is lost. She convinces Mablung to help her look for her family, and loyal and utterly devoted elf that he is, he does so. They hit the road and spend the next three years wandering Beleriand (and getting married along the way). They never find Turin, but they do find Morwen and they all move somewhere south, along the coast—but definitely away from all the trauma drama of the rest of Beleriand.

The other timeline: the exhausted remnants of the Nargothrond expedition are ambushed and Nienor flees into the darkness. Three years later, Mablung rides into Amon Obel as in canon, just in time to hear about the dragon’s death and that of Turin’s and Nienor’s. Frantic, he searches the river for her body. But to his shocked relief, he finds her alive. Heavily injured and suffering from a miscarriage, but his Nienor is alive. With her memory restored, she gladly goes with him even though she now feels tainted from her marriage to her brother. The only place she’ll be safe, Mablung reasons, is within the Girdle. But instead of returning to Menegroth, they settle in the Forest of Nivrim. Mablung just…never returns to duty. He lost Nienor once, nearly twice, and his devotion her comes before his duty to his king. And Thingol did give him permission to search for the children of Hurin—he just didn’t give a return date.

It takes Nienor time to heal from everything she’d gone through in the past couple years, but Mablung is literally made of time and he’s with her every step of the way, her hand seeking his like it did in the darkness of Glaurung’s spell. And without the sword of the dragon’s curse hanging over their heads and the world in a small moment of peace, they can finally act on the long-awaited promise they’d made to each other back in Doriath.

And when Thingol is slain several years later after screwing over the Dwarven craftsmen, Mablung is not there to die before the treasury. He has better things to do. Namely, his wife.