#and I'm enjoying every second of it

[martianbugsbunny]

not to be dramatic but if Miss Vida Boheme jumped off a cliff so would I

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

oh no, they've discovered my weakness: a gorgeous lady covered in blood

(image under keep reading)

[bixels]

Finally made cover art for Project Pacifica.

[120percents]

i just think it’s so funny that zoro does not even wanna comment on the usokaya situation when usopp explicitly asks and he very pointedly looks away when they kiss and yet he proceeds to butt in every single time sanji flirts with a woman or implies he knows about romance to redirect attention back on himself like god i wonder where your interests lie…

[spaceratprodigy]

Ooh palettes 🥰 Jasper and Faith in either Malabar squirrel or cherry pie?

@darkfire1177 — [ palette prompts ]

✨ The Unplanned Variables ✨

[jinstronaut]

happy new year, army!

another year with armyblr and another year of things i am thankful for uwu while i'm busier than usual and cannot make the things i used to make all the time, i'm still so grateful for having this creative outlet and having a place to share the love i have for these seven boys with people who love them just as much. you're all so special to me!!!! i want to recognize some of the people who've been extra kind to me and have made my journey on this blog as miraculous has it has been -- however, i cannot state enough that anyone who's ever interacted with my blog is so, so special and important to me. the work i do isn't just for myself, it's for everyone. i'm so glad to share my creations with anyone who wants to receive them!!! ♥

some of my mutuals who have been nothing but kind and supportive of the things that i manage to do while working my crazy work weeks -- i can and would move mountains for you all. you are so, so special to me and i love you so endlessly.

@jiniekook | @seokljin | @cordiallyfuturedwight | @aprylynn | @rjshope | @raplinenthusiasts | @starcatching | @heybaetae | @kimtaegis | @yooboobies | @bisexualrapline | @userhobi | @userjiminie | @sugaftrm | @jjwannie | @sevencoloredstar | @livelocks | @jkvjimin | @taegularities | @thv-hyung | @sopekooks | @kithtaehyung | @kth1 | @jimin-gaon | @jeonjcngkook | @ncytiri | @eoieopda | @cosmicdreamgrl

(part 2 coming in a reblog bc of tumblr's silly limits!!!)

[david3096]

Find someone who looks at you the way Peter looks at Harry

[yannig]

I think there is definitely something going on with themes of godhood and creation.

The title implies the acknowledgment that there is a story happening, and that the way it ends is a important stake. This is reinforced by the several instances of typewrite/keyboard/notes/book pages.

I'm fully partial to the idea that Damon is straight out of Anawin's imagination which makes Anawin his creator, his god.

And of course there is the "'i'm not a demon" tattoo, and what if Damon thinks of himself as a god instead of a demon, who can kill whoever he wants not because he's bad (a demon) but because that's what a god is, all-powerful over its people. And he makes art with the people he kills because art is creation and creation is art and creation and destruction are just two sides of the same coin.

Then there is name meanings.

"Anawin (or Anawim)" in Hebrew designates "the poor of God", the humble, the ones who are bowed down and only have God in their heart. The wiki article mostly says that the concept is fucking complicated, but that it refers to the idea that only the poor/humble ones (Anawin) can welcome God.

(Also Anawin is a plural. I know people have been talking about multiple jeff, but what about multiple barcode?)

"Damon" can come from the Grec "damao" which means "to tame". Or from the Latin "daemonium" meaning "guardian spirit" or "God".

So.

Only Anawin can welcome Damon.

There is absolutely no way this is a coincidence.

This show is going to be great AGKDFHJDHLG

Ok, i'm back. Let's try to make something a bit more elaborate with this.

So. Who is whose god here exactly?

I love the idea of Damon as some sort of God/Genie/Immortal entity that Anawin calls/awakes/resurrects/frees/is a vessel for. It's most likely an accident on Anawin's part, maybe it's not even something he's done, maybe just him existing is enough for Damon. And Damon needs this human to be here/exist/be present in this plan of reality, and he loves him for it in the all-encompassing way a god loves. Which might very well involve leaving him corpses as gifts just like Kim left corps for Chay.

And maybe Anawin created him with his story, or maybe Damon already existed and found a vessel in a character or story Anawin wrote, or maybe Anawin built his story around a pre-existing legend and woke up an old divinity.

But even if Damon isn't an Entity, Anawin is the reason he exists, the little one, the humble human who gives him shape - because what is a god without believers or a character without a creator?

[silverskye13]

There’s a saying: Character is what you are in the dark. Its meaning is simple. Anyone can be a hero when the world is watching. When the world isn’t, when you could get away with murder or mercy and it wouldn’t matter, when there is no one to point and judge… that matters. That is the measure of your humanity. 

Helsknight is sharpening his sword. He has been sharpening his sword, alone in his home, for over an hour. It was already sharp when he started. The edge hasn’t seen enough wear to be anything but. It’s been days since his last bout in the Colosseum. He made a ruthlessness of himself there, in front of hundreds -- thousands of people. He shouldn’t have done that. He remembered the showrunner criticizing him as he fled down the steps into the cells below.

“You could have at least tried to put on a show, Hels!”

He hated when people called him that. Hels. It felt… wrong. The place, hels, was the pit of everything left behind and unwanted. Stuck in some facsimile of the nether, inhabited by the dark unvirtues of a thousand different worlds. The place, hels, wasn’t even important enough to warrant a capital letter. It was a proper noun wasn’t it? A place. Calling it hels made it feel like something lesser, made it feel like a nonplace. Not the World, land. Not a God, deity. Not a living Hels. 

He was knighted for a reason. 

Knighthood puts a lot of stake by character. Doesn’t matter what kind, really, as long as it follows rules, and Helsknight is good at following rules. Putting order to the universe feels… nice. Like scratching an itch. That’s another good saying: scratching an itch. An itch on the skin is so easy to underestimate. It’s just an itch, until you can’t scratch it. Then it’s agony. Then it’s skin crawling off skin crawling off sinew and bone. An itch can be anything. It can be an allergy, an insect, a mortality. Once his only warning before a respawn in the Colosseum was the itch that told him a hit to the back of his head had gone through his skull instead of skipping off his helm. The itch had been blood running down his neck, before realization and void. Finding order felt like that; the itch from a trickle of blood, felt like scratching the itch and mending the wound.

It’s an interesting exercise in restraint, not scratching an itch. It’s also an exercise in madness, futility, and pain. The itch gets uncomfortable until it hurts. Sometimes it spreads. Your body twitches. You start to convince yourself you’ve never known what it's like to live itchless. You start to feel empathy for people that you’ve never met -- those mystical people with skin diseases or allergic reactions or plant rashes. You start to wonder if pain is really, actually the worst thing you can inflict on someone.

Sometimes, Helsknight itches underneath his skin. That is real madness. An itch so deep even peeling your skin can’t scratch it. 

Helsknight takes his sword off the whetstone, holds it up to a lantern to inspect it. The blade is sharp. The netherite is pristine. The enchantments glitter. He tosses it none-too-gently to the floor, listening to the ringing clatter as it tumbles across the floor. One of the tiles chips and goes plinking off like a dropped penny. The netherite stays sharp. It’s a good sword, the kind that feels indestructible. He was told once by a smith that a good netherite sword with the right enchantments can cut through iron like a knife through butter.

Helsknight always has a sharp sword. It’s expected of him. It isn’t a knight’s expectation, not really. Knights do more law keeping in hels than the lawmen, and less dangerously. There’s something to be said about a person in plate armor. No, people just expected Helsknight to have teeth. He couldn’t blame them, when he reacted the way he did on the Colosseum floor. Temperamental people have teeth, get dangerous, and bite. Even people who like him treat him like he’s rabid, only docile and slow right before the lunge. He doubted any of them had ever really seen what a rabid animal is like. Uncanny. Or maybe they had, and that was why they tiptoed like that. Maybe he is uncanny. 

Helsknight stands and runs his hands through his hair. He doesn’t like sleeping in this house. It’s too quiet. That’s why he’s awake, sharpening his sword, but it doesn’t feel right staying in the Colosseum cells. Unwelcome. People talk about him, or they don’t. It’s hard to tell. People just kind of… fall silent. Paranoia dictates they’re talking about him. A rabid animal itching in its skin longs to bite and spread the disease. They watch him like he’s about to bite.

He doesn’t know how to smile, put them at ease. It feels weird on his face. Besides, it’s not expected. Helsknight doesn’t smile. When he does, surely it's a bad thing. Helsknight doesn't talk. When he does, he must be angry. Helsknight carries a sharpened sword. If he doesn't, something is wrong. Helsknight is. Hels isn’t. 

Helsknight was knighted for a reason. He’s good at following rules.

Helsknight crosses to his lantern and turns out the light. In the dark, he stands alone in an empty room, listening to the world outside, and suddenly very aware of the sword he’s sharped and cast away so carelessly on the floor. He could stand here forever and it wouldn’t matter.

Outside, a group of people laugh uproariously as they walk down the street. It’s night in hels, or a late hour at least. They sound happy. They talk so easily to each other, conversations rolling around hiccups and stutters of joy, rivers running. There truly is still water in hels, nether or not. There’s an itch under Helsknight’s skin.

There’s a saying: Character is what you are in the dark. Its meaning is simple. Anyone can be a hero when the world is watching. When the world isn’t, when you could get away with murder or mercy and it wouldn’t matter, when there is no one to point and judge… that matters. That is the measure of your humanity.

In the dark, Helsknight wonders if he even exists.

[wuxxxian]

i've been trying to draw xz birthday art all day BUT I KEEP GETTING ATTACKED BY THE BIRTHDAY BOY HIMSELF PLEASE XZ HAVE MERCY

[arthursfuckinghat]

Man, starting a new playthrough makes you realise just how truly sick Arthur was towards the end..

[lestappenforever]

Just in case nobody's told you yet:

It's okay if you don't enjoy going to the gym. Even if you go regularly, it's okay if you still hate every single second of it.

[mo-ok]

red boys?????????? red boys 😌😌😌😌

[bluepallilworld]

teehee

Happy birthday @shinechermont !

Here our girls hanging out because I thought it'd be fun uwu

Rose

thanks @ari-cuno for organizing that collab gift thingie!!!

[spilledstars1234]

my new link click WIP, originally called "golden," has now been renamed to "golden hour", the reason being because of this scene that i cannot for the life of me remember writing (according to the google doc's history i had written this out at 1am haha...)

But honestly? This scene is very cracked lmao, (especially because of the "happy hour" bit lol). I don't know if i'll keep this scene or remove it as a result of the impulse taking over, but we'll see!

'golden hour' is going well so far, with only a few bumps along the way (also known as writer's block hahaha...screw writer's block it's horrible, i'd punch it in the face if i could, i didn't have it for so long but now...)

and soon enough, my ao3 will have 3 link click fics instead of 2! soon enough!!!