#YES Iris actually they are

[grassbreads]

I've been going back through Countdown to Countdown since I binged through it so fast the first time, and I cannot believe I missed all the little Lillium legs hints lmao

[cry-ptidd]

” Am I not right to weep? O my children, cursed children of a hateful mother - ”

[galaxostars]

presque vu (almost seen): the intense feeling of being on the very brink of a powerful epiphany, insight, or revelation, without actually achieving the revelation

Sirius Black is born.

Sirius Black dies.

Everything in between is the unknown.

—from the fic Presque Vu by @starsworth

[aro-arttorneys]

Babey I’m cooking

Currently designing a bunch of designs for a Very VERY specific crossover that appeals to like 3 people including me. The storyline is practically the same as Super Paper Mario, with some changes regarding character dynamic and cause -> effect events.

I am having a LOT of fun drawing these! I'm nearly done with the rest of the main cast. Might do a masterpost or just a Big Ramble about this AU/Crossover at some point teehee

[the-implications]

heere's infected!paul as a pone 4 u :)

[nikatyler]

Celebrating Women CAS 2024 ✨ 05/31 ✨ Online Icon

Iris Orellana started her channel just out of boredom in high school, but her lovely personality, beautiful voice and creativity earned her the title of the most comforting ASMRtist on simtube.

[niobiumao3]

The idea that if you don't write gen fics/make gen art where a woman character of color is in a vacuum away from her (male) love interest you are somehow not REALLY appreciating her is reductive, gatekeeping, and absurd.

They don't receive the same fan attention white women do, romantic and otherwise. You cannot apply the same expectations and metrics because misogynoir has its own facets to consider.

Fans don't have to 'prove they care about her' by writing her in a context free of her partner. That's just an attempt to shut down those fans, and when the character is a WoC then they already struggle enough getting fandom to care about them.

You're not fooling anyone with that fake feminist garbage. If you don't want to see a woman of color in a romantic pairing then whatever, but stop saying people who predominantly write about them in that fashion don't 'actually care about her'.

If you're not providing that content either, then neither do you.

[great-tusk]

For @huntinglove’s Proselfshiptember Day 3, here’s Sleep!

[perenlop]

i never fully understood the iris hate because she really never does anything worse than anything the kanto season did

[what-an-art-blog-huh]

Punk is sort of dead. It really depends on your definition

[aeviterncl]

” i’ll be here the whole night okay?  nothing will get to you while i’m here. “

(Iris to Moira)

MEME┊accepting.

Who would've thought she would be so shaken by a simple tale of supposed folklore from centuries past? Well, Moira sure didn't. Apparently, the latest investigation with her professor had led them to explore a desolate town that might as well have been a ghost town in of itself—supposedly there were some nasty creatures that destroyed it and converted all the people living there into vicious creatures. Of course, there were some old folk still living there in those half demolished houses, but it was obvious that the place that was likely once a home-y little town was utterly decimated by something. To say she was practically clinging to her professor's arm the whole time would be pretty accurate.

Even a week after they returned from that trip, the young sculptor was still shaken by the sight of those old residents who looked half dead and half alive, the cemetery with bloodied and broken headstones strewn around, the neglected care of the other buildings that looked like extensions of the graveyard with numerous remains of catastrophe, and the inescapable feeling of being watched. The sights she saw were so ingrained in her mind that she spent countless hours just sculpting away, putting that fear and apprehension into the way she molded the clay in her hands. Apparently, that had led for arguments with Iris—and Moira really didn't like that. So when she came clean about why she was staying up so late to sculpt, somehow, they had arranged for a sleepover party of sorts at her own house (thankfully, her mother was out).

Right now, the small, dark haired girl was snuggled tightly against her friend. Moira had chosen to sleep on the floor with Iris and the multitude of blankets used as her bedding. She couldn't sleep alone when she still felt that fear of something crashing through her window and—the girl squeezed her eyes shut and clung tightly to the blonde's shirt, burying her face into her chest— let's not go there.

I’ll be here the whole night okay? Nothing will get to you while I’m here.

As Iris' voice entered her ears, Moira relaxed a little, although she didn't budge from the way she was clinging onto her friend almost for dear life. Ah, that was right. She wasn't alone tonight.

❝ Thank you... Iris, ❞ Moira feebly whispered, slowly opening her eyes to be met with a blur of colors that could only belong to Iris' shirt. Despite having that reassurance though, she definitely didn't feel comfortable enough to let go any time soon. Hopefully Iris wouldn't mind.

[bytesie]

OC-TOBER DAY FIVE- RELATIONSHIPS

THEODOSIA 'THEO' REYNOLDS

Once again speaking about Theo and once again not finishing this forgive me one day ill finish these all separate <3. I think three of the largest cornerstone relationships in Theos life are their sire, Sacha (top right), their kind of girlfriend/soulmate/something deeply disturbing Iris (bottom), and Stewart their childe (top left sort of lol). I think Theo is a character shaped almost entirely by the people they have been surrounded by- by their own choice or otherwise.

[auxiliarydetective]

So, I've been dropping hints about OCs I've been obsessing over lately that I haven't properly introduced yet and I can't figure out who to introduce first, so... I figured, in my indecisiveness, I'd finally use the poll feature and let YOU decide, my lovely followers! And these intros come with a special treat, because, on top of the usual moodboard-playlist-combo, I made manips (or, in one case, a gif) for them!

Anyways, without further ado:

[aro-oak]

The only advertising that is effective at getting me into media as yall blorbo posting is when lesser known fiction podcasts feed drop each other's episodes and do crossovers

[carewyncromwell]

“Are we too far apart? Two worlds among the stars? You’re gonna take a piece of my heart if you leave... So it’s two separate ways, Or am I too late to say, I wanna fight for what we got? ‘Cause I believe in family...in family...”

~“Family” by TobyMac

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I gotta say, I didn’t think I’d become so attached to Carewyn’s youngest cousin Tristan when I decided to write for him in that one drabble I did, but...yeah, here he ended up as a young adult with Carewyn in my sketchbook! Go figure! XD

But yeah, this is Tristan Cromwell, age 18, and dressed to the Goth Victorian nines. Yes, that is his aesthetic -- he would’ve 150% been that Tim Burton-obsessed weirdo kid, if he’d been raised in the Muggle World. I see this being him reaching out to his now-nearly-30-year-old cousin Carewyn at the Ministry of Magic, specifically talking at that one fountain in the center Atrium, which has gone through some changes since its pre-Wizarding-War days and especially since the Wizarding War itself. As you can see, Tristan’s grown up a lot since he appears in that drabble -- a bit personality-wise, yes, but definitely physically. Tristan ends up being the tallest and lankiest of all the Cromwells at 5′11″, making him both an inch taller than his father and the same height as his deceased grandfather, Charles. It also means he towers over Carewyn, the smallest Cromwell at 5′3″.

Despite his and Carewyn’s differences, though, Tristan as a young adult really becomes all the more motivated to fix the rift in his broken family. (I’m not joking, while working on this, I must have played Scott Shattuck’s cover of Waiting on a Miracle a good twenty times, imagining it as a theme for adult!Tristan.) As Blaise’s only son and heir, he’s presumed to be the one who’ll have to take on the mantle of leadership for the Clan, even while the youngest of the Cromwell cousins, so Tristan feels an obligation to do what his father has been unable to and bring Carewyn, Jacob, and Lane back into the fold. One lesson Tristan does internalize that Blaise never does, however, is that love is about sacrifice, not just possessive control...a lesson bolstered by his interactions with his favorite "bastard cousin,” Carewyn. I could even see Tristan seeking out Carewyn’s help with getting a position at the Ministry as an adult, since his father’s influence is far less than Charles’s was back in the day and Tristan’s lack of real-world experience, connections, and social skills hampers him in his job search.

“I’m a Cromwell! I’m not supposed to have to struggle to get the respect owed me.”

Fortunately for however proud and entitled Tristan is thanks to Blaise’s toxic influence, he also is painfully aware of his duty to his family and is determined to be the best Head he can be...even if it required him taking a desk job he’d be miserable at.

“Wouldn’t I, what, prefer to do something else? Obviously. I’ve been locked up inside nearly my whole life -- you don’t think I don’t wish every day I could just pack my bags and go running off into the sunset on some whirlwind adventure, the way your brother does? Hell, reckon even your precious Quidditch player’s able to do that sometimes, with how much travel he must get up to...

“...But...I can’t. Not when it’d break Father’s heart. Not when the whole Clan needs leadership, and just about all of them presume it has to be me. It’s not like it could be anyone else, really. Elmer’s not the leadership sort, and Arsen and Kain...they can’t even score a promotion with the Hitwizards, let alone take charge of the Clan. And Heather, Dahlia, and Iris, feh -- the Manor would probably get burned to the ground in a week if they called the shots.

“I was raised to do this, by my father. I have to do this, the way he has -- but I can’t do it his way. Not just because the Cromwell name’s been tarnished and Father can’t help me get ahead the way Grandfather did for him, but because...well...”

“...You’re not your father.”

“...Yes. And...if anything is going to get better, with our family...if I’m ever going to make things right...I can’t be like him, either. No matter how much I love him and no matter how much I want to make him proud...if I’m going to make that dream come true, I have to do things my way.

“So just...put in a good word for me, will you? Maybe Father’s word doesn’t have weight here at the Ministry, but yours does. You’re the Ministry’s Star Prosecutor, after all. Even if I do have to be stuck indoors all day, well, at least it’ll be a different ‘indoors.’ And I know Father will be pleased, if I ended up in your Department. Sure he’ll see it as the perfect excuse to try to lure you back home...”

Tristan’s lips were curled up in an amused, mischievous smirk, when he said this: one that made him more closely resemble that thirteen-year-old boy Carewyn had seen back at the Cromwell Manor during the War.

As one can expect, Carewyn didn’t flaunt her influence around to get Tristan a job the way he wanted...but, feeling some compassion for her cousin, she did line up several promising Ministry internship opportunities for him -- one with the Department of International Magical Cooperation, one in the Department of Magical Games and Sports’s office closer to Quidditch League Headquarters, one at St. Mungo’s sponsored by the Accidental Magical Reversal Squad, and even three for the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. None of those opportunities, however, were in Wizarding Law. 

Sorry, Tristan -- but I think you’ve had more than enough of being stuck indoors.

After much deliberation, Tristan selected one of the internships for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, specifically the one that required him to work with the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau, exploring more humane methods of transport for the creatures across Muggle-occupied areas. Tristan’s extensive knowledge of magical creature anatomy ended up being very helpful in this task -- though the best part of the experience, by far, ended up being when he was able to finally see a real-life Welsh Green for the first time. After only ever knowing such creatures as models and drawings in books, Tristan almost couldn’t breathe when he was able to actually reach out and touch one, with his own hands.

Blaise would probably be more than a little disconcerted about his son ending up so close to such a dangerous creature -- but in that moment, Tristan couldn’t keep the huge grin off his face as he ran a hand gently along the dragon’s comb, rubbing his wet eyes on his sleeve. He’d never been so happy in all his life.

[teabookgremlin]

happy mother’s day here are pictures of me and the dogs i’ve been a mom to over the past few months bc i love being a dog mom