#a thousand diamonds for you

[necromancer-at-abattoir]

There are blogs that love Solangelo and Percabeth

There are blogs that hate Solangelo and Percabeth

There's a blog that likes Percabeth and hates Solangelo

Now find me a blog that loves Solangelo and hates Percabeth and my life will be complete

[bixels]

vague-posting about this here cuz i don't feel comfortable yapping about my su takes on twitter, but after everything that's happened the most interesting thing about the su fandom to me is that so many are 100% there for applying the "everyone can change and deserves a second chance" message to everyone, even the diamonds. except for one ☝️ she doesn't count. cuz she's dead.

[peasant-player]

Ecthelion Lord of the Fountains

...greater and more loudly was Ecthelion Lord of the Fountains at that time Warden of the great Gate

All in silver was he clad and upon his shining Helm there was a set of spike steel pointed with a diamond; ...

His house found delight in diamonds

I was looking at some Lord's and Lady's and stumbled on Ecthelion description and

wow

Tolkien made very sure to point out that Ecthelion really liked to shine an sparkle.

His Shield was bedazzled with so many crystals studs that it looked like thousands rain drops.

Sooo of course I had to draw him.

I didn't finished the hair my finger hurts but I add him to the pile of shame to be colored in the future :)

It was very important to draw him with his helm and then to not look silly.

Did I manage that ?

I tried to give him a stern face idk but that's how he is often portrayed like.

I imagine his sword style to be very fluent and swishy like Malenia from elden ring.

Hence the odd gripp on his sword.

Here's a close up to the armor it is very pretty and full of details so take a peek!!! and my cat giving side eye

[salty-and-spiraling]

You can't tell me these two aren't basically the same person!

[pollen-blogs]

Hi, hello, please consider this:

Unsealed Hanako with Blue Diamond's power.

Context? Elaboration? What's that?

[lara635kookie]

Please, if someone knows a YouTube or anything that posts all of the love and deepspaces complete 5 star cards, I beg you, let me know. In Zayne's last event I only got one card(I got Snowfall Encounter and couldn't get Snowfall Embrace)and while I will try until the very end just like I always do, to get AT LEAST Zayne's Entwined Shadows card(the three of them would be way too unrealistic for my broke ass even though I love Xav and Raf)(Gosh Sylus arrival will make me even more poor than I am today) I still have to prepare myself for the worst case scenario so if anyone can help me I'd be really grateful

[griffinsboyfriend]

They fully changed the ad diamonds because they expect us to buy for Blades 2. The problem is I’m sure many of us who hardly used the app outside of diamond mining or dailies amassed diamonds to fully spend on Blades 2. So what now?

[tytonnidaie]

people who are starved of stories that make them feel things to the extent they groan and writhe like a worm HATE being told that they might have to read technically poor writing. like grammar is that important

[hirokiyuu]

did a oneshot with some friends last night and wanted to draw my pc!!! changeling wizard who spends most of their time as a sugar baby. diamonds don't pay for themselves, after all....!!!!

[danelloevee]

I look away for half a day and suddenly the Wait Until Free episode period for most of the series I was reading on tapas changed from 3 hours to 24 hours so I guess I'm going back to pirating websites

[mechahero]

//HE'S GOT ACTUAL ARMWARMERS NOW

[loud-whistling-yes]

Stayed up 2 hours past my bedtime to rewatch ponyo alone on my shitty laptop and I regret nothing

[tearlessrain]

A Thousand Suns by Linkin Park and Diamond Dogs by David Bowie are actually the same genre, and that genre is "post-apocalyptic concept albums that are Very Gender and permanently altered my brain chemistry when I was seventeen"

[sunlessea]

do you feel anything when you look at me? - stonescups

not unlike them, to have lulls 'tween the carnality. there is plenty of time that stretches from the moment stones steps foot in london 'til it must move to elsewhere, always one week at a time in each place it travels 'fore it must change location lest the sun heat that scorches its dead heart consume it entirely. curators may be creators of whim and instinct, but even they cannot pin one-another down for days on end without losing themselves in occasion to the quieter moments.

it usually passed the time in inconsequential ways, when it was not otherwise engaged with business practice. brushing its hair, grooming ear and tail, painting its claws, or intricate designs 'long its skin in vibrant color. it's the latter this time, with the occasional drop of paint staining the fancy sheets they'd already more than mussed : at the house of chimes this week, having already spent their time together in its own spire the week prior.

it would have to leave the city again, in three days. even now, it's chest burns. in part for the restlessness that burdens it, yes, but also for cause of its bedfellow watching it with expectant, unreadable eyes. at least ... it couldn't read them. they look at them so strangely. as always. not any way a curator is meant to look, 'gainst its much more ordinary, stoic expression.

"mm." it looks 'way from the line it follows on its veins with aquamarine paint, looking down at cups beside it. they've inched closer in the silence, enough that they are nearly pressing 'gainst its side, ears flat, eyes round. they are still undressed, covered 'cross their chest in brilliant color that stones had already painted over them hours before, when it had straddled their waist in prior break to amuse itself with them, first.

"likely." its answer is expected. it is not unusual to feel an emotion, when looking at another. what a stupid question. it doesn't understand the point of asking. "are kindred, not dead. should we not feel?"

[webism]

sugar daddy!gojo who cuts a deal with you one evening: for each orgasm he can pull from you, he'll transfer $1000 into your account. who has you on your back, sweat soaked and fucked boneless as he brings you to your eighth climax of the night.

who, instead of dirty talk, or talking you through it, he coos about all the things you'll get to buy with what you earn. "can get your nails done so pretty, oh and that bag i know you've been looking at baby," because cocky is an understatement and you're too cumdrunk to tell him to shut up even if you wanted to.

sugar daddy!gojo who pays your rent on the condition that he has his own key cut for him to use as he pleases. sometimes you'll come home to a new set of lingerie laid out on your bed. sometimes you'll open the door to flowers on the kitchen counter, other times it's diamonds.

who sometimes surprises you when you're home, too. he sneaks in as you're showering and gives you the fright of your life as he hops in with you. it's okay, though, because he makes up for the scare by dropping to his knees and eating you out with such scalding passion you barely notice the heat of the water against your skin any longer.

sugar daddy!gojo who takes you shopping with the intention of showing you off. of course people turn their heads when a pretty thing like you walks by with his hand dangerously low on your back. bags hang off his free arm full of gifts for you, who he loves spoiling more than life itself.

who can and will fuck you in the dressing room if you show him an outfit that he particularly likes. no one will notice, bar from the slightly sore gait you walk with for the rest of the day. pushes you against the full length mirror and fills you with his cum, makes you spend the rest of the day shopping with him leaking out of you.

sugar daddy!gojo who buys you a car despite always being the one to drive you around. he likes being behind the wheel with one hand inching up your thigh just a little higher at each red light. you swear he brought you your car just to show off, just to make the purchase obsolete.

who fucks you in it regardless of the fact that it never sees the road. parked in your garage it sees more movement than it ever would otherwise. he hardly fits even in the backseat, but it's worth it when his legs are splayed and you're bouncing on his cock like you have no regard for the expensive leather lined seats. not that it really matters if you mess them—he can buy another car.

sugar daddy!gojo who likes giving you your allowance in cash, just so he can have you on your knees with your lips wrapped around his cock as he lazily counts out the thousands he'll gift you. every time you make him feel particularly good, he reaches over into his safe and pulls out a few more notes to add to the pile—laughs when you moan around his cock at the sight.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”