#Old Friendships Asks

[firestia]

Little pony princesses 💗

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In the world of heavy metals, love is denser than hate!

[doctorwhommm]

I hsve an idea. Could u draw rose and ianto as besties

absOLUTELY I CAN

they’re chatting shit (lovingly) about their tall, long-coat-wearing, time-travelling, death-cheating, alien boyfriends who have spikey hair

[llovelymoonn]

hello !! i hope you’re doing well 🤍 may i request a web weaving about friendships that were over because they grow out of each other? thank you sm and have a great day!

@becherdireinen \\ @holly-warbs \\ @holly-warbs \\ @boymiffy \\ amy hempel sing to it: "cloudland" (via @beguines) \\ liana finck \\ claire schwartz (via @luthienne) \\ eliza griswold wideawake field: poems: "flood"

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[permdaydreamer]

is it normal for your chest to physically hurt when thinking about old friends who you don’t talk to anymore for no reason other than slowly and silently growing apart?

[llondonfog]

OK so Baul and Lilias friendship lives in my mind rent free, so I think that a few days after silver gets sick for the first time and mama and papa zigvolt manage to teach lilia the proper way to care for a sick infant after he comes over to their house tembling with poorly restrained panic, Baul goes over with v little persuasion from his daughter to check up on them.

What he sees is a happy and healthy Silver just quietly smiling up at him from Lilias arms while Lilia is passed out in his rocking chair fevered and red from catching baby's first cold.

Baul immediately assigns himself caretaker duties, doesn't even bother trying to move Silver from Lilias arms and instead just picks them both up to deposit them both in Lilias bed for a proper nap before checking the fridge for tomato soup ingredients.

When he first heard from his daughter that Lilia— Lilia Vanrouge, the once General of the Right, feared commander of the fae armies and scourge of humankind— had adopted a human child and had been caring for it for several months now, Baul had roared with laughter so hard that he split a scale wide open on his cheek.

It was certainly a poor excuse for a joke, the very kind of rumor that the castle fae still bitter over Lilia's persistent existence four hundred years later might spread. The very idea that Lilia, Lilia Vanrouge, would debase himself to care for a human child not of his blood, to stoop so low as to toil over its screeching and wailing demands when he had bathed in the screams of its own kind with a mad vengeance after the tragedy of Lady Meleanor . . . not even four hundred years of honeyed peace was enough to sweeten that wound.

Time, it seemed, had forgotten what was so cruelly emblazoned in the very depths of Baul's mind, in Lilia's own memories, and the nightmares of all those surviving fae who stalked the forests during those blood-soaked nights. Those born in kinder years had never known the horror of human avarice, and even his own daughter had taken up residence with one of their kind despite her father's immense displeasure, simpering, soft-hearted fool that her husband was.

At least, to Baul's proud credit, their lineage rippled strong and true through his grandchildren— and with his daughter due any day under the weight of a third, he's only too certain for another healthy, bouncing, scaled Zigvolt.

So when she had simply stared back at him with crossed arms and an arched brow while he had laughed and laughed and laughed, a sinking kind of horror began to creep into his heart— surely . . . she wasn't serious?

Months— hardly the blink of an eye for faekind, but everything to humans. Months, Lilia had kept a child for several months, and not once had tried to rid himself of it? Not once tried to deposit it upon the stoop of a human village and wipe his hands clean of the responsibility of child-rearing? He had been taking advice from Baul's daughter and her wisp of a husband on how to pacify and coddle it? He had barged into their home, fretful beyond measure with a colicky babe clutched in his arms, and all but demanded them to cure the child?

("Or what?" Baul found himself asking, utterly bewildered and needing to find some kernel of normalcy in the fact that surely Lilia had menaced his daughter's husband some into obeying his whims.

"Or nothing, Father," she said, the taunting ghost of a knowing smile playing about her lips. "In all the years that I've known him, I've never seen him quite so distraught. He stayed by the crib all night, frozen— we had to tell him it was alright to breathe and to hold Silver's hand if he wanted, it was as if he was afraid to hurt him.")

Silver? Lilia, afraid? Holding the hand of some human child?

It simply couldn't be true.

It couldn't be, this had to be some elaborate, poorly executed prank.

He clung to that belief even as his daughter shoved a bundle of medicine, food, and knitted blankets into his arms with the stern instruction to deliver them to Lilia's home (Home! He had never heard the forest cottage to be described in such terms! The place was a hovel, a storage shed for Lilia to dump his treasures before venturing off to the next location, how could it be considered a home?).

He clung to it even as he emerged from the woods to the path that led up to the cottage's door, casting unnerved glances to the strange and new abundance of woodland creatures skulking about the thatched roof and scampering along the thick tree trunk supporting the cottage like a lean-to, soft little animals that would have darted away in fright from Lilia's presence before Baul's own.

He clung to it until he could no more, when he threw open the cottage door with an odd tightness in his chest to see his oldest friend collapsed on a worn and lumpy armchair with a honest-to-goodness human baby snuggled safely within his arms and sucking happily on a stray piece of ruby-stained hair. Beyond them, a soothing glow flickered in the fireplace where a kettle of milk quietly steamed, and the scattered presence of cloth toys littered the living room floor along with (Baul shuddered) well-thumbed pamphlets, their covers illustrated with the cheerful faces of frolicking human children.

What had this child done to Lilia Vanrouge?

[castelled-away]

The most tragic thing in each Bridgerton season is not when the main couple inevitably start arguing about their yearning and fEEliNgs for each other but when Violet & Lady Danbury have a fight

[steampunk-llama]

I love my sister, Applejack 🥺

[beastking-golion]

Did christian linke actually do anything wrong beyond saying he didn’t see jayvik as romantic or are you guys just losing your shit over a difference of opinion?

[syrupsyche]

:) Hello, based on your previous post, I have come to ask more about Courfeyrac and Fantine co-teaching shenanigans because that thought HAS REFUSED to leave my mind alkdfhhlksjfljakdkadhdskkhgj

HI EMILE thank u for being such a fan of the teachers AU....it is also living in my head rent free rn 😭😭💗 For those unaware, Courfeyrac and Fantine both teach Physics in my teachers AU!!

I headcanon that Courf was actually in the school before Fantine! So when she came and did all sorts of tricks, he was shattered /lh.

Eventually, he got to know her better and they became good friends! She's a lot more feisty than he expected, and Courf is a lot kinder than SHE expected ((she had initially thought him more like Tholomyès, as per canon, but of course we know that "Courfeyrac was an honorable fellow".))

However, Fantine's penchant for crazy ideas and Courfeyrac's inability to back down from a challenge has placed Courf in a few unfortunate situations...

[paldogangsaan]

the most frustrating part abt the scene with alicent and rhaenyra (other than it being ridiculous) is the attempt at portraying alicent as a passive victim with zero agency (TO BE CLEAR she's a victim of both otto and viserys, that's not a question, she had no choice there. she did, however, have a choice in other moments and those are what i'm talking abt in this post). the writers essentially made her go "oh i thought he was talking about MY aegon. well, it's too late. i am a tragic figure who never wanted war. oh no" like ?? some of us have eyes and can see that alicent has been actively trying to gain power, undermine rhaenyra, and divide the family even before the time skip. she shows up to rhaenyra's wedding late and wearing green, she sows discord between their kids, spreads rumors of rhaenyra's children being bastards despite knowing it could get them killed (+ in the book the only ppl yapping abt them being bastards were alicent and criston cole bc the point of spreading rumors was to undermine and hurt both them and rhaenyra, if it was true or not was irrelevant), and she literally hits aegon and insists that rhaenyra will kill him to cement her claim to the throne even when there's been no indication that she would. alicent did not have to do any of those things, she actively chose to

and rhaenyra was willing to leave all that in the past by marrying helaena and jace thus ending the (then metaphorical) war between their sides of the family, but alicent refused bc she wanted power and for rhaenyra to not have any, so she made active choices to ensure that, and didn't care for the consequences. now her son is the king, she never prepared him for it so he's shit at it, she can't control him, she has no power, and the only person surprised is her (and otto). but again, these are choices SHE made or helped make. making an enemy of rhaenyra, and everything that came bc of that, was a choice. she would've helped put aegon on the throne whether viserys quoted the prophecy to her or not, be it usurpation (which it was) or not. that was a choice alicent made. stop portraying her as a passive victim of the dance when that role belongs to helaena

[revengeraven]

Happiest day

[therewillbenoromance]

intro thingy!! :3

yo!! im ethan, he/it, aroace transmasc guy :D

i'm a minor so no creepiness or nsfw or whatever!!

my timezone is EST/EDT, just a heads up b4 you try to interact at like 4am lol

feel free to use any of my art as a pfp, as long as you credit me :3

also here's this thing

my interests areee:

chonny jash, ut/dr, fnaf, will wood, homestuck, rain world, mlp, lemon demon, tsp, dsaf, dialtown, regretevator (taz's fault 💔) and the glass scientists :]>

useless dumb facts abt me:

my fav hs troll is tavros (he's so silly!)

my fav jashling is mind (he's just like me fr...)

i am completely incapable of choosing a singular favorite song by anyone it changes like every week

i'm an intp(t) so. do with that info what you will

i have 2 gimmick blogs: @nosignificantharrassment and @cccc-daily. the first one is pretty much abandoned bc i couldn't keep up with posting daily nsh art cuz. y'know. i have a life /silly. cccc blog is relatively active though :3

basic dni! as long as you aren't a dick feel free to int

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#friendship truly is magic <3 - interactions with @irusanw4 :D

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tons of cool websites here!!1!

^ me btw :3 if u even care... ^_^

[lunarharp]

witch scrambles

[battfishe]

man don’t ever put some dumb ass callout post on my feed regarding a literal CHILD “for everyone’s safety” some of you guys need to go get laid or do something productive

[askreistar]

*Casually appreciating my own fine details because no one zooms in😭😭😫*

A repost of an ask that I like a lot. The glow and roughness is something I favor In my art.

This is also to let you all know I’ve been busy on some sketch pages and practicing my anatomy so I can deliver Better art at a faster rate.

I know o kinda go over board with each drawing, but it’s just me. I personally believe I should put my all on each drawing. And not just a transparent background with simple lineart and no color.

I like my art to pop and splash when it’s finish.

So with that. Imma find faster methods of keeping the same energy and improve my quality while lowering the time it takes. Currently it takes me a day to sit and Pre-sketch enough things to tie over the posting daily for the next few days. Plus about a hour to four depending on my background and how I decide to set the time and atmosphere of the project.

But again. I love and appreciate you all🫶🏻🫶🏻🥰

Thank you