#Nature and Imagination

[alexandr-az]

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

this scene had me laughing why'd they run around Troy not once not twice but THREE times

how big even is Troy

he gets the point Achilles you can stop now

[demaparbat-hp]

Golden Boy (and Silver Girl) for the Kintsugi AU.

[snoozyfruit]

🌙🪽✨✨

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Hehe funny vine humor

[n-americano]

❦︎ ︎ ⠀ׄ⁺ ∿　 traces of eternity ׄ ♬ ۪ ׄ*

[yuwuta]

satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).

but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him��in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.

[zephyrchama]

(Based on that one scene from B99)

“Lucifer, your wrist looks kind of funny.”

All eyes turned to the Avatar of Pride when Leviathan pointed this out. They were supposed to be organizing the house library, but it was a long and boring task. One that everyone wanted to finish quickly, yet nobody could find the motivation to make any real progress.

“Oh no! What happened?” Asmodeus leaned over a table to try and steal a peek. Lucifer’s wrist was, indeed, bent in an odd manner. He used his non-dominant hand to shuffle some papers in order.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

“Yeah, Asmo!” Mammon jeered. “Back off, leave the guy alone.”

Lucifer ignored his brothers, icy gaze focused on the documents in hand. They were papers that had been misfiled and did not belong in the library. He reminded everyone in the room to “behave yourselves” before disappearing into his office.

Curious eyes followed him until he was truly out of sight. Then, the brothers exchanged fascinated looks. It’s not every day that Lucifer get injured.

“Alright, everybody bring it in. Huddle up.” Mammon ushered everyone to come close with a sweep of his hand. The boys reluctantly formed a loose circle.

“What are you up to now?” Belphegor asked with a sigh. “I want to finish this already.”

Mammon pretended not to hear as he whisper-shouted, “so, he wouldn’t say what happened, which can only mean one thing.”

”He’s in a fight club,” Beelzebub suggested.

“No. He did it doing something he’s embarrassed by.” Satan was quick to catch on to the truth.

Beelzebub followed up with, “oh. Could be a sports injury. I sprained my wrist playing fangol last year.”

“Really? I don’t remember that,” Belphegor said.

Leviathan asked, “you think Lucifer was playing fangol?”

A deep growl suddenly came from the doorway. There was no warning or indication that Lucifer would be back so quickly. Yet, the man in question had returned. His menacing quickly caused the group to shut up.

“I can hear you speculating about the nature and origin of my injury from my office, but I don’t think it’s relevant to your jobs. The jobs you should all be doing right now. Get to work.”

The brothers scattered like roaches back to their respective corners of the library. All except for Satan, who Lucifer beckoned over with his finger. Satan hesitated at first, but it was better to go along with Lucifer when his mood was sour. The two stepped out for a minute, far enough away that no one else would overhear.

“What?” Satan was fed up with this conversation and it hadn’t even started.

“Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?

Satan’s eyebrows flew up and he took several seconds to think about the question. What an odd offer. There was nothing for Lucifer to gain by telling him this, was there? Though, if he spent too long thinking Lucifer might change his mind and leave his little brother wondering what happened forever. With an oddly docile tone of voice, Satan responded, “...Yes.”

While Satan was busy wondering how to respond, Lucifer had taken out his DDD. He was scrolling through a menu in search of something. “I was hula hooping. Diavolo and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.”

“No way.” Satan's true thoughts leaked out. It was so dumb, it couldn’t be true.

Lucifer raised his phone to Satan’s eye level. The proof was there. ”I’ve mastered all the moves. The pizza toss. The tornado. The scorpion, the oopsie doodle.”

With each and every silly name, Lucifer swiped to a new photo on his phone. There he was, doing the pizza toss. Showing Diavolo how to do the scorpion. Performing a flawless oopsie doodle. Satan was stupefied, his mouth ajar.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because no one…” Lucifer selected all of the images. He tapped on a trash can in the corner of the screen. The images, every last one, disappeared. “…will ever believe you.”

“No!” Satan lunged for the phone in vain. “You sick, twisted, son of a-”

“You got your answer," Lucifer told him. "Get back to work."

[fairyuniverse]

[slymanner]

hurt my heart why dontcha.

[happyheidi]

𝖸𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖫𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗎𝗋

[alexandr-az]

adorable seamless pattern showcasing cute vector illustrations floral clipart, daisies, akin to a perfectly smooth A4 sheet of paper. multicolored flowers, Wall tapestries truly can do it all bright white wall, akin to a perfectly smooth A4 sheet of paper.multicolored flowers,By Stephanie Law — just a seamless, silky expanse, wildlife photography, vibrant, cinematic, fashion, poster, painting, photo, 3d render, illustration, conceptual art

Title: Symphony of Nature by Stephanie Law

Concept Description:

Start with a base that is as immaculate and smooth as a pristine A4 sheet of paper. Imagine this to be the canvas, where no visible texture or imperfection interrupts the continuity of the elements placed upon it.

A symphony of vibrant, multicolored flowers, blossoming seamlessly across the expanse. The main floral motifs will be various daisies and accompanying foliage, arranged in a pattern that does not tire the eye, where each connection between the elements is invisible, creating an eternal field of florals.

Vector illustrations and floral clipart should blend in naturally, with soft transitions and a palette chosen to dazzle. The colors will lean towards bright but not overwhelming hues, creating a feeling of looking at a garden through a brightened, cinematic filter.

Alongside the flowers, insert small creatures such as butterflies or bees captured with the clarity and precision akin to wildlife photography. These should not dominate but rather complement the flowers, adding a sense of life and movement.

For dimension and depth, we will intersperse subtle shadows and slight 3D render-like enhancements to give certain elements the slightest lift from the page, making the viewer do a double-take on whether they're looking at a flat pattern or a textured surface.

Amongst the blooms and creatures, fine details akin to the intricate work of Stephanie Law, renowned for her watercolor representations of natural elements interwoven with fantasy, would add an exquisite touch. Small, seemingly hand-painted touches that bring character and uniqueness to the tapestry.

The edges of the A4 canvas would fade gently into a bright white wall, suggesting that the pattern has the potential to expand infinitely beyond the confines of paper, transforming spaces with its seamless charm.

Every now and then, a conceptual piece of art — a flower that might spiral into an infinity symbol, or a bee with delicate gears for wings — can provide a moment of surprise and philosophical pause, invoking the merger of nature and imagination.

Finally, the overall texture should mimic the silky expanse of a well-curated gallery artwork. It could be placed on a fashion poster or translated into a painting, each medium accentuating different aspects of the art.

[mischievous-thunder]

Also Logan, a few hours later:

Ah yes, the love language of the two immortal psychotic freaks

[aterfish]

Deep inside me, I'm fading to black, I'm fading

[kalims]

⊹ㅤattractive things they do | savanaclaw

parts. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia

characters. leona, ruggie, jack

note. this is actually a hallucination, if I posted twice in a week, consecutively. this isn't true

assertive to an extent (which is a lot in his case.) leona has a knack for pulling you over by your arm, a case is when some fearless students decides it was a good time to insult you right in his face and he raises a brow, then pulls you behind him? just quietly stares down the person cause he's not gonna exert more effort than that unless they got some sort of nerve of steel. he tends to take charge, a bad habit you suppose. what he wants is what he gets apparently.

if you catch his eye he always grins at you. maybe a smile would've been endearing but it's ruggie, his trademark grin is practically the smile of someone like him. across the cafeteria when you're on your way to a table? you see ruggie and he waves at you with a little imp of a grin. just peacefully passing by the hallway on your way to your class? oh. there he is, getting chased by people again. he just passes by and even spades you another grin, multitude of yells following behind him. 'meet me later' is shouted by him after.

jack hugs like a bear. he looks like he gives the warmest hugs, the one where you'll just be engulfed in his ginormous flesh of his arms and turn into putty. if you ever catch yourself in one, well. you'll be wishing you had a fluffy bed and a pair of equally fluffy pillows alongside in it. it's easy to fluster him whether you like it or not by bounding up to the guy, raising his arms to go around your body and melt. cause he will notice and forget he can't control the emotions of his tail.

[gldnstrngs]

this is definitely not healthy but i feel sadness for arthur. like, so much genuine sadness because it was like he was born to die.

he was never meant to be born. ygraine was not able to have a child, but uther demanded an heir by any means. the boundaries of magic were crossed and arthur was born, but then ygraine’s life was sacrificed.

i can only imagine the burden arthur felt growing up, knowing that his mother passed away giving birth to him. there’s never a word uttered about her; he has no clue if he has her smile or personality. he spends his days with the lingering thought in his head that maybe his father wished he’d never been born, just so ygraine would still be alive. arthur probably began to feel that way eventually.

but there’s nothing he can do to change the past, so we see arthur do everything to make uther proud. yet, somehow, that isn’t enough, despite arthur being the one to go out and fight monsters and magic users while uther sits comfortably in his throne and preaching his anti-magic rhetoric.

eventually, arthur is crowned king and learns to rule with his heart rather than with vengeance. then uther’s ghost returns, telling him that he’d failed. arthur was destroying camelot.

“you’ve had your turn… it’s mine now,” is what arthur says before blowing on the horn of cathbhadh, watching his father dissipate into thin air. finally, he doesn’t have to face the burden of his father watching his every move with disapproval.

but then arthur dies. after the constant betrayals from the people he loved and the self-doubt, he dies.