#THERE'S SO MANY BEAUTIFUL COVERS

[drbatsponge]

We might be winning, Cass bros, holy shit.

All of these covers release in December btw, it's a Christmas miracle.

[poobirdy]

xin mo did not become the demonic op sword of all three realms for this!!! for @kawouwu who asked for binggeyuan sillies! thank you for your donation to svsss' gotcha 4 gaza!

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

not enough discussion about the gavins' complicated relationship with feminine-coded/beauty products, i don't think.

[kmpshitposter]

Dwayne Goettel of Skinny Puppy

[qsmpbutwithsignlanguage]

Headcanon that Team Soulfire isn't Immune to the Cold

Headcanon that they just know to fear it-they're human like everybody else, for the most part. Green Gay Ninjas weren't immune to the relentless heat of the jungle, nor were Bolas Rojas immune to the ever-present radiation that blanketed the plains they called home. No, they adapted, and so did Soulfire.

The cold didn't change Soulfire's body, it changed their mind.

When Ironmouse suggests taking Empanada up the mountain for the scenic view, Tina bundles her in five layers of coats and stuffs newspaper in between. She swats Ironmouse's hand away when the demon tries to give their daughter a thick parka colored pink because-

"Those kinds of coats don't save you. They just make you think that you have longer to live."

When BadBoyHalo sets out to build the massive snowmen that tower over Quesadilla Island, he gathers food. Digestion keeps you warmer for longer, and it keeps you alive.

He gives a bundle of chicken to Dapper and bread to Pomme-

"Dad, why do we need so much food?"

BadBoyHalo's smile falters.

"Because it keeps us warm."

Tubbo doesn't count in sets of five, ten. His are composed of four, eight, twelve, sixteen-

"Why don't you have all your fingers, pa?" Sunny asks one day, as Tubbo is trying to figure out the amount of snow that they would have needed to collect to fill the Tubhole.

Tubbo doesn't answer. The feeling of frostbite, of necrosis, of that realization that if you want to stay alive any longer you have to leave your fingers behind, it's all too familiar to the young mechanic. It's a feeling that he wishes nobody else had to know.

It's not just the leaders either, nor the original Soulfire members (though they bear the brunt of this incessant memory). Bagi seems to always have a cup of tea going on the stove, Rivers stopped wearing flip-flops ages ago (you can't really wear flip-flops when you're missing two toes on either foot), and Missa tries to play it off like it's nothing when he gives Chayanne and Tallulah thick winter coats as a coming back gift.

Team Soulfire isn't immune to the cold. They had to learn how to survive, and learning meant failing, again and again and again. The lessons that came from the mountain aren't ones that they will forget any time soon.

[gibbycat]

in my eyes, argenthill is neither strictly romantic or strictly platonic but a secret third thing. they can't be together long-term because of their paths, but they CAN be deeply devoted to each other. they recognize the others' independence but also know they can lean on them for emotional support.

they are planets whose orbits rarely cross, but when they do, it is a moment that is mutually cherished and kept close to the heart until the next moment. they are lonely people who try not to get attached as theyre frequently on the move, but the heart betrays their true desires.

anyways its about the Devotion and Yearning. to me.

[rox-of-iu]

ayoo guess who finally sat down and caught up with cultivate B)

is me. so you know what that means.

spoiler warning for cultivate ch 30-37

there was actually.... more things i wanted to draw but I already did so many I had to physically restrain myself hfsjkkdh anyway yes can you tell i love this fic very much

yet once again. cultivate by the wonderful @neonghostcat

[wildsaltair]

the man who can light my torch any day

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @ichiruki-auzine! I thought it’d be fun to do a Troy AU (ish) for Ichiruki, with Ichigo as Paris and Rukia as Athena. 

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Holding up a golden apple, Ichigo admired how the sunlight caught on it, the fruit’s smooth skin sparkling like a diamond. All the wealth of his father’s kingdom couldn’t compare to this single fruit, delivered to him by the hands of a god. Even the awe-inspiring beauty of nature, such as the field around him, was no match for this gift.

His fingers brushed against the words carved on it, For the Fairest, and Ichigo frowned. All the strife in his father’s kingdom couldn’t compare to the trouble this apple would cause. The wind blew through the field, ruffling his simple tunic, and he suppressed a shiver. A war could start because of this apple. His kingdom could collapse because of this apple. 

A small tremor resounded behind him and Ichigo sighed, lowering his hand. He’d heard that sound three times already today—the sound of a god descending, of an immortal entering the mortal plane. The first had been when Kisuke, the god of mischief, had given him the apple. 

His sister liked to tell him that every gift had strings attached, that one should be careful about what they accepted. Presents from the gods were no exception. When Kisuke had given him the apple, he had neglected to mention that three goddesses wanted it. That they would do anything for it.

That he would have to pick one and face the others’ wrath; a goddess’s rage could wipe out an entire country if the mood hit them.

Then again, it wasn’t like he really had much of a choice—it wasn’t like one could refuse a god. The Fates had already decreed that he would take the apple.

All that was left was to see where this path took him. 

Two of the goddesses had already visited. Already made their cases, offered him their boons.

“You are Ichigo,” a confident, sharp voice stated behind him. 

And now, the final, third goddess had appeared. Maybe he could just give it to the last one and claim it was a luck of the draw thing.

“Yes, and you’re—” Ichigo turned around and cut himself off. There was no one behind him. 

“Down here,” the goddess ground out, a slim hand grabbing his vest at the same time and yanking him down. 

Ichigo almost fell over, barely keeping his balance as he stared at the pipsqueak before him. The girl barely reached his chest. Piercing black eyes met his, the girl’s expression oddly sharp in contrast to how her black hair curled around her face. “You…”

“I?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Are you lost?” Ichigo asked, glancing around for someone else. “Are your pare—”

Before he could finish the sentence, the girl kneed him in the gut. Ichigo gasped, falling to his knees, his hands clutching his belly. The apple rolled out of his hands, glowing in the grass.

“I am not a child,” the girl growled, eyes flashing like bolts of lightning. The clouds above turned grey and stormy. “I am the goddess Rukia.”

The hair on the back of his neck tingled and he softly swore as he looked up. From this angle, there was no doubt of her power. 

“Give me the apple.” Rukia held out her hand. “Now.”

Something about it grated on his nerves. Did he deserve her attack? Probably—he had disrespected a goddess. But to get kneed and extorted at the same time? If he was going to have to reject two goddesses anyways, might as well pick the one who hit him. “No.”

Rukia stared at him owlishly. “What?”

“No,” he repeated, forcing himself to his feet. His stomach ached. “Hell no.”

“You’re going to defy me?” Rukia glared and the clouds grew darker. 

Every part of him felt electrified. His knees buckled. Ichigo stubbornly stood his ground, refusing to be cowed. “You’re not getting it.”

“Then I’ll just take it.” Before he could react, she marched to the apple and swiped it. 

Or rather, tried to swipe it. Her hand hovered above the fruit, almost touching it, and she grunted as she tried to force it lower. After a few minutes, it was clear she couldn’t pick it up. “Shit.” 

Ichigo looked at her, then at the apple. It looked the same as it had minutes ago. He couldn’t see anything stopping her. Slowly, he reached down too. When nothing happened, he picked it up and raised a brow. “Since you’re so close to the ground, shouldn’t this be easier for you?”

“Height has nothing to do with this!” She snapped, glaring at him once more. Her hands curled into a fist and she growled, “You have to give it to me.”

Ichigo snorted. “I don’t have to do anything. Weren’t you just going to steal it?”

“I can’t.” She stamped her foot, sending tremors through the earth. “That bastard Kisuke…the apple can’t be taken. It has to be given.”

Ichigo stared at the apple, then at her. Given meant the power dynamic just shifted. He smirked. “So, how badly do you want it?”

Rukia ground her teeth. “Maybe I’ll just torture—”

“Hey, Yoruichi! Goddess of the Hunt!” Ichigo called out immediately. “I’ll give—”

“Wait!” Rukia tackled him.

His head knocked on the ground, the breath knocked out of him. Despite her height, she was impressively strong. He groaned as he lay there, her small body pinning him in place. “Are you trying to kill me?” he growled.

“Oh believe me, you’ll know when I try,” Rukia retorted, her hands clasping his arms and forcing him to stay down. She leaned forward, her hair brushing his cheeks as she hovered over him. This close, he could make out her long lashes, the soft curve of her jaw. If it weren’t for all of this, he might have thought her attractive. “Look, let’s make a deal. You give me the apple, and I’ll give you something in return.”

“Another gift?” Ichigo snorted, trying and failing to lift his arms. Unfortunately, the strength of a mortal was nothing to that of a god’s, and he settled for glaring at her. “No thanks. That’s what got me into this mess in the first place.”

“What if it’s something you want?” Rukia tried again. “Look, there has to be something you want. Name it. I’ll give it to you.”

“Anything?” A blank ledger. He could ask for anything. Ichigo bit his cheek. Now, that was tempting.

Sensing his interest, Rukia perked up. “Anything,” she repeated. “I could give you a nice house.”

Ichigo laughed. “I’m a prince. Kinda have that covered.”

“Beautiful women?” she tried again.

“Not really hard, since I’m a prince,” he repeated, stressing the last three words. 

“Wealth beyond—”

“Are you sure you’re the goddess of wisdom?” Ichigo asked, amused.

Rukia headbutted him. Immediately, she rolled off him, clutching her head, “Fuck, why is your head so hard?”

“Screw you,” he grunted, rubbing his own head.

“A wish,” she ground out, turning slightly to look at him. She still had a hand on her forehead, and there was nothing dignified at all about how she looked, lying on the grass with him. “I’ll give you a wish. You can cash it in whenever you want.”

Ichigo rubbed his forehead one more time. Feeling a bump, he countered. “Make it three.”

“Like, I would—” Rukia cut herself off as she looked at the apple again. She banged her fist on the ground. “Fine. Three. But you can’t wish for immortality or anything like that—I can’t give you things that aren’t in my domain or aren’t obtainable.”

That was fine. Ichigo could barely figure out what he wanted to do in one lifetime, let alone dozens. “Deal.” He sat up and held out his hand. When she looked at him quizzically, he added, “We shake on deals down here.”

“Oh. Right. A contract.” Rukia sat up and ran a hand through her hair, shaking out the loose grass. Ready now, she slipped her hand in his. Despite how rough she seemed, her skin was soft. “With this, we are bound.”

His hand engulfed hers entirely. “My apple for three wishes.” 

As they shook, translucent, glowing chains wrapped around their arms. Ichigo gasped, trying to pull away, but her grip was too strong, the chains too tight. Just as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared. Rukia paled, falling forward, and it was all he could do to catch her in his arms.

Something about her felt lesser, smaller. Even her body felt impossibly frail as he held her. She trembled as she clutched him, her hand curling into his chest.

“Are you okay?” He tightened his grip, looking around. There was no one else in the field. “What was that?”

“A god’s vow.” Rukia took a deep breath then pushed herself back. She didn’t leave the circle of his arms as she straightened up, still looking all too fragile. “I…that wasn’t supposed to happen.” She snapped her fingers and when nothing happened, her shoulders slumped. “I can’t…”

“You can’t?” Ichigo asked, not following.

She looked up, locking eyes with him. “Until you make those three wishes, I can’t do anything. I’m stuck here.”

Oh. Ichigo stared at her. Well, that changed everything.

[volivolition]

wiggles my fingers at you ouuuu… you want to tell me about solace so bad…

HKJGG wiggles my fingers back lovingly!!! i really do, i fuckin LOVE solace :3 hey did you know i really like making fake skill descriptions?

SOLACE

Follow the north star. Find light in even the darkest places. Cool for: Optimists, Recovering lost souls, Sweet summer children

Solace is the skill you tucked away long ago, at the bottom of Pandora's box. The little one that tells you: despite it all, there is still hope. It needs a lot of nurturing -- and it's far from being the most helpful for police work -- but taking care of it is basically self-care. It enables you to find the glow in yourself that you often ascribe to gold lungs or brilliant halos in others. It encourages you to wake up and watch the sunrise, to play board games with someone you love, to forgive yourself and let yourself be a gentler kind of animal. Constantly looking forward to a brighter future, it also helps shield your morale from damage.

At high levels, Solace gives you a heightened sense of childlike optimism - which isn't always the sense to lead with in this precariously harsh world. Always looking for the bright side will blindside you with naivety. At low levels, however, you may just extinguish whatever keeps your soul alight. You've already lost her once. You may not survive the desolation if you let her disappear again.

[animaxvi]

"I've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real or not?" ❤️✨💙

Day 7 - 'dreaming | waking'

INPRNT

[snailfen]

being a kaai yuki fan is awful. i want endearing edutainment-styled songs about cat behaviors that sound like a kid with a cat obsession writing a song about them not this lolicon-styled trendbait SLOP 😭

[ladywaterfall]

Egmont Disney Princess magazine covers (in norwegian), 1999, issues 1 - 4 - from the GCD comics.org website.

Comments: Esmeralda is here! In the early days, when the official Disney princess lineup was not yet set in stone, Disney experimented with having other heroines under the brand. This included Esmeralda (though she disappeared very fast), Jane and Alice. The website doesn't have scans of the insides, unfortunately.

The magazine gifts: Ariel's cute necklace, Esmeralda's magic mirror, Belle's rose diamond, Jasmine's party jewelry.

Fun fact for my fellow MLP collectors: In Esmeralda's issue you could win My Little Pony prizes. Hasbro had just launched G2 MLP the year before, so this was probably the result of marketing.

[damian-lil-babybat]

There's this kind of hybrid artstyle in comics lately that I wanna learn how to do (i just wanna stare at them coz its too pretty). Would it be an insult to call it hybrid? Hybrid in a way that its more anime-ish/cartoon-ish...but still very much in comic artstyle. It's very stylized too, and it's more softer and expressive on the face, and I love it.

I don't know if its a real thing, or I'm just seeing things in my fave artists in comics

Jorge Jimenez (Super Son Vol. 1)

Simone di Meo (Robin 2021 #16)

Belen Ortega (Batman 2016)

Yasmine Putri (Robin 80th Anniversary)

For chibi, theres

Dustin Nguyen (Lil Gotham 2021)

Juni Ba (Boy Wonder 2024)

Other notable artists that I like: (1) Patrick Gleason for giving us RSOB & for drawing kids who look like kids; (2) Joelle Jones for lineart; (3) Christopher Mittens for inking and panelling; (4) Otto Schmidt for character dynamic & fight scenes; (5) Gabriel Picolo for nostalgic DCAM feels

[lycanthroid]

clearly defined list of parameters/online avatar

[lilidawnonthemoon]