#and it gave me feelings

[thatdemiboymess]

Do you think any of the Todoroki siblings had a period of time where they hoped Touya was still alive out there somewhere and not actually dead like their father told them? And do you think they wrote letters to him that they kept in their rooms to cope with the loss and the grief of losing him?

[thedarklordgivenofucks]

Excerpt from a Diary

It became apparent quickly that Sparrow and I were very similar. They were good with their hands, good with a blade, motivated to miracles by even the promise of gold. Even their casual, easy-going smile masked a world of hurt not unlike my own. They were human, still very young, but the way locks seemed to spring merely at their suggestion was as if they’d been a thief for hundreds of years, not a couple of decades of human life. It was startling, to say the least. They can do anything I can, with as much or more efficacy. Terrifying.

Fear is not new to me, and I doubt anyone would have the right to judge me for being afraid: First the nautoloid, the mindflayers, the tadpole - and then being lost in the gods-fosaken wilderness with nothing but a dagger and the clothes on my back. Even when I first met Sparrow and their merry band of misfits, the first thing I’d thought upon seeing other people in the woods was that surely they were Cazador’s lackeys, here to return me to his service. I was fortunate to be proven wrong - perhaps the only fortune I’ve ever received.

Nevertheless, the fear that they’ll tire of me is stalwart. I can’t survive out here on my own, not with all the nonsense that’s going on, and knowing that I could become a mindflayer at any moment without the protection of the artifact they carry is reason enough to be terrified.  I need Sparrow if I am to survive, no matter the cost. But as it stands, our talents are very similar, and I’m not certain why they keep me around.

Sparrow is afraid of magic - whether because of street superstitions or purely due to their uneducated background I cannot say. Regardless, they refuse to touch the stuff, relying purely on their wits and mundane talents. Therefore, naturally, when Gale offered to teach me a few spells, I accepted. I was so desperate to prove that I can still be useful, despite Sparrow and I’s similar abilities.

I fear I may have miscalculated. My attempt to gain versatility may have left me at a weaker position than before. As it stands, I am not as good of a thief as Sparrow, nor as good of a spellcaster as Gale. I feel like a child, mimicking their parents’ professions with toys in an inferior attempt to be noticed. It’s disgusting. Pathetic, even - but I’ve made my choice. I’ve put too much effort into the facade to drop it now.

I don’t understand why they keep me around, to be honest, I feel worthless in a fight, and anything outside of a fight Sparrow can handle themselves. Despite that, they do more than just keep my company - they take me everywhere, almost not even letting me out of their sight. Even when they’ve dismissed Gale or Shadowheart to camp in favor of other company, they keep me by their side. Their smile seems easier when they lay eyes on me, and they laugh even at the worst jokes in my repertoire. I don’t understand it. “I’m just glad to have another crim around to be honest,” they’ve told me. “I was worried I’d get stuck with a bunch of hero-types and get lectured about how stealing is wrong and whatever else. Much better to have an honest criminal for company.” Honest. Surely they can’t be that dense. Sparrow is also a shameless coquette. I don’t think there’s a single member of our camp they have yet to flirt with - save the dog, of course, but even then I wouldn’t be surprised. It seems like they develop an attraction to anyone who can stand to talk to them for five minutes. Naturally, that includes myself, and I’ve indulged them in it - even gone so far as to return the flattery. Loath as I am to return to using my bed to keep people’s attention, there are worse partners I could take. Sparrow is charming, a pleasure to be around - even a bit handsome, all things considered. If I can get to them before one of the others do, it may be all I need to cement my position in the group. Besides - who better than an honest criminal for company?

[noirandchocolate]

Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."

So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.

And also...

My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.

It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.

So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!

And I really am feeling very good about doing it.

[mylittleredgirl]

okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.

[bumbleboa]

I saw one scruffy older Cora-san design and had to draw my take on it immediately, with a bonus Law to fill space.

You can say a lot of things about One Piece Odyssey, but it did give us a Law & Cora tag-team fight in which Law shambled to the location of Cora's bullets and that is just objectively cool.

[theodysseyofhomer]

spare thought for the enslaved shepherds in greek mythology/tragedy who rescue the exposed doom babies... sometimes they know why the baby was left to die, sometimes they don't. they just — it's a baby. no one else wants it. you can't leave it here. what harm could it do. it's a baby. you want it to live. it's a baby

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Some small details for a character learning sword fighting for the first time:

- sore wrists

- blisters on hands

- every movement opens you up to be hit

- they will hit the tops of their arm and own sides with the sword while learning

- there is a primal sixth sense when you know you’re being toyed with

And, for your typically nonviolent characters.

You don’t aim for the swords. You aim for the person holding the sword.

It sounds so obvious but needs to be accepted. Actively. When holding a sword you have to understand you’re attacking another person. Even to block you have to aim your blocks at the other person or they won’t be strong enough to actually protect yourself.

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

It's been 10 years and just now im learning how to draw the ogs smh

Happy ten years at Freddy's! 🎉

[artofalassa]

Down Below

Here's my yearly dose of fish. A lot of them and one big boi. Oh and Link's there too. <3

[woffolke]

growing up together

[scraps-n-starters]

Trapped in a book this and sentient marble shenanigans that

Give me sentient 'cursed' sword Danny. Give me a tragedy broken Danny who had to choose whether to allow the observants to use him or trap him or end him and Clockwork give him another option. To hide and grieve and rest.

The Cursed Sword left in the League vaults that slides uselessly through any innocent and if you push? If you keep trying to raise it's blade against an undeserving opponent? Will bite back on it's wielder with frost and reflected fear

Gifted or found, give me Damian carefully cleaning a neglected old blade. Give me Danny waking once more to the gentle grind of a whetstone, a sliver of electric green shining in the space that shouldn't be. A magic blade that has never resonated with anyone that sings in Robin's hand, freezing over those with cruelty in their hearts

(Dealer's choice what reverts Danny back to his humanoid form. True love's kiss? Legitimately wanting to be a person again? A tricky situation where the Bats are stuck and he's left lying useless on the floor, unable to save anyone, this time of his own volition?)

(Bonus for if the first time he's wielded against the Joker Danny just. Mimick style eats him. Blade splits down the center, cavernous maw, swallows whole. Nobody realized that could happen.)

[catsharky]

And on that day, Garrus learned two things: to shut up and let Shepard fight the losing battle against gravity, and a whole lotta new human swear words

Comic Masterpost

Also, while I didn't end up being able to match the vibe of the rough for this panel, I like it so much that I must share it with the world

[venduri]

Only you could accomplish such art, Celebrimbor

Assad Zaman as Celebrimbor from JRR Tolkien's The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales

[cringefail-clown]

post-canon/epilogues au, in which kankri, through paradox space shenanigans, gets revived and comes into his ultimate self, gathering knowledge from all of his past and future iterations - including the signless. now hes on a one-man mission to stop ult dirks plan to start another session of sburb in the bud

[danggerine]

going insane thinking about the harrow and palamedes friendship. harrow, who has never met another necromancer her age forming a bizarro 3D chess rivalry while pal worries about her safety at every possible turn. harrow, who is up to her eyebrows in paranoia and secrecy, trusting the sixth house with gideon unconscious and hurt, letting them into the ninth house quarters unsupervised. if “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” is goth for i love you, “death first to vultures and scavengers” has got to be goth for i love you (platonic). pal’s first reaction when harrow comes into his bubble in the river is to scoop her up in a hug, and at this point she doesn’t remember anything about him because cutting out all her memories of gideon is impossible without cutting out memories of the sixth, but she still makes him a skelehand to inhabit anyway. when harrow’s memories are finally whole, she tells dulcinea she couldn’t face pal knowing that his pen pal girlfriend died on her account, but the next time she “faces” him, palamades’s soul is in someone else’s body and harrow’s body is full of nona’s soul. he spends six months protecting and caring for harrow’s body (and nona obv), believing in the possibility of bringing her back to it the same way cam believed in him. “god, do you know i miss harrow terribly.” and by the time harrow comes back to her body at the very end of ntn, pal is gone forever, fully pauled. the last time harrow and palamades see each other as their complete selves is in canaan house, alive and unlyctored. two of the smartest and loneliest people in the solar system meet each other in the worst of circumstances and spend the rest of the story dancing around each other as fragments of themselves, trying to care about each other in the interim but never fully meeting like they did the first time. a friendship made almost entirely of missing the other person. “do you know i miss harrow terribly.” god. i need to lie down

[twinstxrs]

fabian’s insistence on calling someone to tell them about lucy & yolanda because he thought people just deserved to know, out of respect. both deeply sweet & incredibly gutting. (bill seacaster move over that’s MY darling boy)