#and now I will sleep for a thousand years

[lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie]

Girl, you should be grateful you only have to write 600 works and get to work. It says a lot that you can’t even be bothered to type 600 words.

When I was in high school, my teachers had me doing 5000 word essays. One time we even had almost ten pages to write including the cover page and the works cited page. Was it grueling each time? Did it suck that we couldn’t just use wikipedia? YES.

Guess what? we still did it. We pulled all nighters and ruined sleep schedules just for a couple thousand words. And it was all worth it. Not only did I earn a decent grade, I did it all on my own! Plus, my writing improved along with my typing speed. Here I am now, several years later with the ability to write stories and fanfics that over 10,000 words. Did AI help me do that? Nope.

Hell, I had to do a ten page essay again and it was twice for my art history classes. It felt so good when I aced the second essay. I spent several days and nights on that one, going to bed at almost 3am when I finally finished it and turned it in.

Meanwhile girly pop here is complaining that they’re still failing. At a 600 word essay.

[keiths-haircare-routine]

Fic Snippet

It was no secret Lance had been looking.

He’d been looking since he was twelve, and a streak of pitch-black had brushed past him and Hunk in the Garrison Auditorium. He had watched as the unknown boy made his way across the room looking disgruntled, stared until Hunk managed to snap him out of it. He watched in awe as Keith cleared the simulator for the first time, stars swimming in his vision.

He’d been looking till he was fifteen and seething with jealousy, glaring angrily as he watched Keith clear the simulator every time, then harshly snipe down his classmates’ every attempt at befriending him, borderline rude in his responses. He watched his shoulders begin to fill out his uniform. He watched the infuriatingly smug, lopsided smirk Keith shot his way every now and then.

He’d been looking since he was seventeen, just under the threshold of a legal adult, with the both of them now soldiers in a thousand-year-old Space war. He watched as Keith barrelled through enemies thrice his size with nothing but sheer stubbornness and determination. He watched as Keith’s eyes flickered yellow when he was emotional, his teeth suddenly becoming sharp.

Lance is nineteen now and he’s still looking; the only difference is that now, he’s allowed to touch, too.

He’s allowed to take Keith’s hand while walking through the hallways and kiss his cheek as good luck before battle, and shove him playfully when he’s being annoying.

And making out? Well... Technically, he’s allowed that too.

“Woah, woah, woah, time out,” Lance says, sitting up on the edge of his bed and forming a T with his hands. “We’re getting dangerously close to ‘My Catholic mother would not approve of this’ territory.”

“Why?” Keith snorts, standing near the foot. “Because we’re both men?”

“Because we’re making out in a bed and we’re not married, duh!” Lance corrects, smacking him on the shoulder.

“I mean, there’s an easy fix, right?” Keith smirks as he moves to lay down beside a blushing Lance.

“I mean, I dunno,” he hums and taps his chin inquisitively, deciding to humour him. “Do they sell wedding rings in Space?”

“Maybe. There should probably be some at the Space Mall.”

“That is where we found Kaltenecker.”

“Yeah. If they have a cow, they should probably have some diamonds, right?”

“And if not, we could always ask Allura and Coran about Altean wedding traditions.”

“Yeah,” Keith sits up on the bed and makes a show of yawning, lifting his arms in a stretch. “Anyway, G’night, Lance.” He pushes off the bed and heads for the door.

“Wait, wait, where are you going?!” Lance cries, sitting up frantically.

“Back to my room.” The other boy says like it’s the obvious conclusion. His finger hovers over the doorpad.

“Aren’t we going tooo-?” Lance gestures wildly at the empty bed beside him.

“‘Aren’t we going tooo-?’ what?” Keith asks, just a few degrees off from genuine confusion, that bastard.

“Weren’t we just about to make out?!” Lance practically yells, then bites his tongue when he remembers the other Paladins are all probably sleeping.

Keith is unable to fight back his laughter as he says, “I dunno if we should. We’re not married, remember.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Lance yells, and Keith fully breaks, laughing his head off as he leaps into the covers beside Lance with all the finesse of an Olympic swimmer.

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

“Every day, thousands of commuters and tourists pass beneath the former hospital. Some might look up to admire the terracotta facade, with its ornate colonnades and glazed tile lettering, but few are aware of the medical horrors that took place in one small room on the top floor: the Sleep Room. It was here, on ward five, that female patients – they were almost always women – were put to sleep for three to four months (in one case, five), only roused from their beds to be fed, washed and given electroconvulsive therapy (ECT): a shock of up to 110 volts that passed bilaterally through the temporal lobe of the brain, triggering a grand mal seizure.

Almost 60 years on, Imrie and other former patients want to know why they were subjected to such extreme treatments without consent. “My father was absolutely shattered when he saw me,” remembers Anne White of her time in the Sleep Room. “He said I just looked like a walking zombie.” Shelley, who worked as a nurse on ward five for six months in 1968, recalls the patients’ glassy skins. “They had this dozy, greasy sheen to them. They were like people you just don’t see. We knew them all, but not at all really.””

[sunnytheopossum]

THE LAST HALF BODY IS DONE! MY PART IS COMPLETE!!

I’m genuinely super proud of myself for this, guys! I’ve always been too nervous to participate in MAPs before now, but after forcing myself to apply and actually work on something like this for real, I’m really happy with the result, and I’m just glad that I was able to build up the confidence to try in the first place.

I’m gonna post Alex’s halfbody frame here by itself just for the sake of consistency with the other halfbodies I’ve posted, but in just a minute I’ll post my completed MAP part as well ^^

For this halfbody, I was originally going to surround him with trees like everyone else, but I ultimately decided to place him in the Rosswood Tunnel instead, mostly just because I think it’s a cool visual, but also because I think it’s a very “Alex” location. For the rest of his background elements, I gave him his gun, punched him in the face a whole lot and dragged him through the mud (bc he deserves it), splat some of Tunnel Guy’s blood on his shirt, and surrounded him with some of his own scribblings for that good good ✨visual intrigue✨. Also!!! His weirdo Jesus crown of thorns bleeding from the head thing from Entry #14! I had to include that, it’s my favorite Alexism.

[penguinly]

So uh... I got randomly really motivated and wrote 752 words of madness in like an hour? I am a really yappy wall. Enjoy!!!

PUMPKIN SOUP STORIES

The pumpkins on Skyloft looked like actual pumpkins. Which was weird because Wild knew that Sky was supposedly the furthest removed from him in time so theoretically they should’ve had the most differences in their food. But no, the pumpkins were definitely the same as the ones Wild bought in Kakariko, just slightly less fortified. 

Wild put the last of the butter into the pot. He was following the same recipe he used with his own era’s pumpkins but the results were looking good so far. He picked up the new ladle Four had gifted him last week (the old one had shattered against a bokoblin’s head a month ago) and stirred the soup. 

Maybe it was the altitude or the very stressful week he’d had in Hyrule’s Hyrule but Wild didn’t notice someone approaching until they were already standing right next to him. He craned his neck back to glance at them before turning back to the stew. 

“Do you need any help with the stew?” Hylia – no, Zelda – no, Sun asked. 

“No. I’m basically done.” Wild said. 

“Okay. Has the altitude sickness gotten any better?”

“Yeah, the green potion worked. I could probably sleep for a week, though.”

Sun smiled at this. “I get what you mean. I took a thousand year nap after my first time on the surface. Well, I suppose that was a little different – but still.”

“Oh, I was only out for a century,” Wild replied, picking up the ladle again.

“What?”

“Huh?”

Wild looked up again at Sun when she didn’t respond. He stirred the soup and set down the ladle. “So… why were you asleep for a millenia?”

Sun didn’t answer right away, instead choosing to sit down next to Wild with her gaze fixed on the pumpkin soup. She told him about growing up with Link on Skyloft and the knighting ceremony. She told him about falling to the surface for the first time, alone and afraid. She’d led her best friend through the unknown and dangerous new world. Then she’d sacrificed herself for a thousand years to seal the inevitable darkness away until she awoke. 

She told him about The Imprisoned and Demise and even though Wild knew how Sky’s story went, he still listened. So when she reached the end of that story he told his own, or what little he knew of what came before and the life he’d lived in the aftermath. 

He told her about his family, the one he knew not in his own memories but from the little pieces that Mipha remembered. He had a sister, once upon a time. There was no knowing if they’d died during the Calamity. He told her about becoming a knight when he was twelve and a royal guard just two years later. 

Then he told her about the Calamity and the guardians and waking up alone and free a hundred years later. She listened when he told her about the months of preparation and happiness he lived before fighting Ganon once more in a fight both far harder and far easier than he could ever have imagined. 

The pumpkin soup was done by then so Wild split it into ten portions and called over the rest of the group to join them. The stories went forgotten as Wind burned his tongue and Sky finally got around to properly introducing everyone to Sun. 

They didn’t stay on Skyloft long, stories of unnaturally strong monsters across Hyrule calling them down to the surface for another week before they stepped through another portal and were gone. 

The next time they returned, Wild let Sun scoop the seeds out of the pumpkins (he would never trust anyone with the cooking pot again after Hyrule managed to light his ladle on fire). They laughed as they worked, scars that had been too raw the last time they met now healed enough to make light of. 

They talked about their lives between their own adventures and the first portal. Sun told Wild about her childhood misadventures with Sky and Wild in turn told her about Flora and her fascination for frogs. 

Wild took a small pouch of Skyloftian pumpkin seeds to try growing in Hateno that visit. He smiled faintly to himself when he noticed it was missing one day. He turned in the direction of a familiar castle that would soon become the ruins he’d woken up to two years ago. 

The pumpkins on Skyloft looked remarkably similar to the ones in Wild’s Kakariko.

Yall, I just realized a thing...

WILD AND SUN WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS.

hear me out here.

Both of them died, came back, and had to restore their memories. They both deal with feeling like an intruder in their own body, feeling like they can't live up to who they used to be in their past life. WAR PTSD!! FLASHBACKS!!! They're both knights (sort of? This is a bit of a stretch lmao) Sun went to a knight school, Wild used to be a knight before he kicked the bucket.

I need more content of them interacting and just relating to each other. Because they really would relate. Their experience of dying and coming back is not a very common one, and having someone else to relate to would probably make them overjoyed. Also, Wild has already spoken to her. Mostly just as a business exchange and she's Hylia then, but STILL. Pls someone write a fic abt them, I will marry you. This is my official proposal. Compete for my aroace hand right now. GET WRITING PLEASE YOU'LL HAVE MY SOUL. (because I'm too lazy to)

[alesshi]

He would never ask

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

♡ chronicle #1 : routine ♡

wc : 2544

somehow, you’ve gotten used to living with the dragon man.

the man, you later found out his name is bakugou (after some prying, the guy’s annoyingly stubborn) had been living with you for about three weeks now and has seemingly started warming up to you, you say seemingly because you’re still not so sure.

he adapts to the human lifestyle quite quickly. he ditched his tattered old clothes and you've offered him your biggest set of clothes for the time being until you’d go out shopping some other day.

you have to admit it’s entertaining to watch him interact with your household items, like your utensils, glasses, books and plants, even if they are fake.

he likes watching tv but acts like he doesn’t, claiming that human entertainment was beneath him. but you catch how he always seems to be laser focused on the tv whenever you have some kind of drama tv show on, despite him saying he’s only watching ‘to kill time.’ he’s gotten used to technology rather quickly though. he likes listening to music and choosing songs when you connect your phone to your little bluetooth speaker.

you also note he likes cooking, or he likes watching you cook. you wouldn’t have guessed by the way he pointedly glares at you but you notice he’s less focused on you than he is on the food your making. you’ve let him try using the knife more lately when you were sure he wouldn’t use it to kill you in your sleep. he’s good at cutting stuff up, (maybe from experience?) and you were pleasantly surprised to see he was actually a really good cook. pleasantly surprised, definitely not a little jealous of his ability to watch one cooking show and replicate the dish perfectly. not at all.

in a way, it’s like having a roommate..that just so happens to be a dragon.

except it’s not because he acts more like a big cat rather than a roommate or a fearsome dragon.

for some reason he’s decided to make his stay- until-he’s-fully-healed-deal insufferable for you.

he nabs your food from your plate whenever you order takeout, despite you letting him pick out what he wants from the menu every time. he growls and nips at your fingers whenever you try and reach back for your food and he snarls at you whenever you try to take your food away from his grubby grasp.

he still sticks to calling you human despite you having told him your name multiple times, all he does is stick his nose up and scoff at you. he’s also, despite his rather large presence and size, really good at sneaking around. meaning he sneaks up on you regularly and scares you shitless. he likes to pretend you’re overdramatic too, calling you a scaredy-cat for getting startled so easily though he makes no effort to hide that shit eating grin on his face whenever he’s spooked you.

he doesn’t seem to understand the concept of having job, making fun if you for 'submitting to another puny human'. you’ve tried to explain how the puny human in question is the reason you get payed and the reason he gets to eat that yakiniku he seems to love. he merely scoffs and claims he would’ve just beat the shit outta your boss. "have him know his place."

you find out through light coaxing that bakugou is a dragon shifter, they posses human forms but have the blood of great, ancient dragons coursing through their veins, is what he says. they seem quite incredible from what he’s told you and he himself seems pretty damn proud of his heritage. they age the same way humans do but their strength, stamina and quite literally everything else surpasses them greatly.

you were curious, how could you not be when a dragon man was in your house with answers to all of the fantasy questions you’d accepted would never be answered forever ago?! you ask and ask and bakugou answers, some of your questions have him scoffing offendedly ( like you asking if he uses his fire breathing as a barbecue tool, the answer is unfortunately no) some questions have him snorting and smirking to himself and some questions take a little while of thinking before he provides an answer. you notice his long, scaly red tail raises upwards the slightest little bit when you hum excitedly whenever he answers your questions, as much as he huffs about them. you decide not to comment on it.

“ what about your parents ? are they dragon shifters too ?" he stiffens at your question and you feel the vibe has changed from the one before, you don’t like it.

he lowers his head and his eyebrows furrow a little harder, you’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to divulge private information about himself but then he speaks up and claims it’s none of your business.

he’s right, it really isn’t, but you foolishly believed you’d get to know each other a bit better. you know you don’t technically need to, but you thought— you don’t really know what you thought. all you can say is that as annoying as he is, you can’t deny your intrigue of this man.

you decide to blame it on the fact that he’s a dragon for now and leave it at that.

you have more you want to ask him, but he doesn’t seem to want to talk about this subject anymore. you don’t want the conversation to end yet.

and then you remember.

“hey !” you suddenly start, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you “ how exactly did you end up blasting through my wall ? you were injured too, i never asked you about it, must’ve slipped my mind.” when he registers your question, it has him tightening his jaw in anger. fists clenched and veins popping “that fuckin’ bastard..” he growls.

“who ?”

he regains as much of his composure as he can but he still looks very pissed off.

“nothin’. it doesn’t matter.” he shrugs, looking away from you before deciding to step off your kitchen chair to flop onto the couch unceremoniously.

“wha- the reason you blasted through my wall doesn’t matter?!” you splutter, staring at him dumbfounded but he either doesn’t see you or doesn’t pay you any mind. he’s already scrolling through channels on your tv and replies with a simple “nope”.

and just like that, the conversation ends.

lately though, you’ve established somewhat of a routine with the dragon man.

he seems to enjoy binge watching tv shows rather than watching movies, you realized he was hooked on your favorite show when he growled and threatened you when you turned it off to head to bed. you didn’t mind watching your favorite show for the 50000th time and it’s always nice to see other people’s —dragons, in this case—reactions to your favorite moments.

despite his bravado, he’s ridiculously expressive. he glares and growls and groans whenever characters do something he deems stupid. he doesn’t say much when romantic moments happen, but he huffs proudly, almost like everything went according to his plan. frankly, you found it quite cute.

every time you come back from work, you chow down on some take out and watch your favorite show toghether, mixed with bakugou occasionally commenting every once in a while.

today though, you're back late.

today had been more grueling than usually, work seemed to drag on longer and it seemed that the clock in your office was frozen or broken. that, or you were stuck in some type of time vortex.

it's about 10pm when you step foot into your apartment. you instantly feel more at ease, it's warm and you smell the donburi leftovers that were confined to the fridge yesterday. you blink, then look up at your dragon roommate.

his head is perked up, the tip of his tail standing at attention, his eyes narrow into slits when he sees it's you and his shoulders sag. he huffs and a barely there pout forms on his lips.

"you're late." he grumbles. he takes another fierce bite of his donburi and shoves it in his mouth, as if to simulate biting you for the irreperable act you've commited. you hold back a snort at how ridiculous he looks trying to be intimidating with his cheeks all puffed out.

"yeah, sorry" you sigh "work ran till late" you kick off your shoes and you hear him scoffs, muttering something along the lines of why you don't just have your boss burnt to a crisp. "don't talk with your mouth full" you joke. you scold him like he's a child and he responds like one when he simply growls at you.

you're opening the frigde to grab your portion when he beats you to it " 'ts in the microwave ! " he calls loud enough for you to hear. and sure enough, you find you're bowl in the microwave waiting for you, you'd have to heat it up a bit, but not as long. you smile to yourself and turn to him, he glances at you then pointedly looks away, scoffing to himself. you're too far away to see how his ears prickle and burn as they turn a light shade of pink.

you plop yourself down next to him on the couch, food in hand,and start eating. bakugou jumps into motion. he snatches the remote without even giving you a chance to glance at it and switches to netflix like he's been living here forever. you find you don't really mind that, for some reason.

he mutters a "fuckin' finally" when he hears the iconic 'du-duummm" and the show starts where you left off yesterday. this is the episode you left off on yesterday. then it clicks.

you blink at him " you haven't watched episode 15 yet ?" you questioned. he rolls his eyes like you had asked him a stupid question "course not..." he sniffs. he wants to cut himself off but decides against it "you weren't back yet." his eyes are fixed to the tv.

you feel yourself flush involuntarily, it's such a miniscule, frankly stupid thing to be embarrassed about but you've learned to not take the dragon man's kindness (if you can call it that most of the time) for granted.

"oh" you gasp, he refuses to look at you. your eyes dart from him to the tv then back to him, and back to the tv to hide your embarrassement.

"you could've started without me, i wouldn't have minded." you whisper bashfully, you're quiet over the sound of the tv, but you know he hears you cus he scoffs at you.

"shut up." he grunts, his arm flexes where he has it draped on the back of your couch as he shuffles to sit more comfortably. " i can't do that." then, as if trying to save face, he splutters "you'd get all pissy about it..it's annoyin'".

"i wouldn't have gotten 'pissy' " you mocked hotly.

"ya did when i blasted your wall."

"that's because you blasted my wall ! "

"tch."

your banter ends there as you both quietly watch the show, you let out a few yawns and rub at your eyes, trying your hardest to fight off sleep but you feel like your losing. until bakugou speaks up again.

"you..." he starts. you lazily roll your head back from where it's propped up on the couch to blink at him sleepily, he meets your eye for a moment, only for a moment, then looks out towars your balcony window. you hum to try and coax him to continue speaking.

"you..wanted to know about my folks, right ?" he asks gruffly.

you're using the last of the strenght your sleep-riddled body has to sit up a little straighter and nod quickly, eyes slightly wider. he looks at you for a moment longer than before. a beat passes and neither of you say anything, finally he sighs for the umpteenth time today and speaks up.

“my ma’s a shifter, my old man’s a human." he confesses. you’re eyes widen, you sit up straighter “woah really ?!" you bleated. he grunts in response.

" wow, so you’re half human..?"

“all of us are, shitty human.”

" cut that out, i’ve told you my name a thousand times !"

he simply rolls his eyes at you.

"you're a human, a shitty one at that, that's all i need to know about you." he smirks when you lay down onto the couch just to kick him in the shoulder. he smiles wickedly and grabs your leg, shoving it back towards your torso. you yelp, kicking your other leg up but he's faster. he's got you in his grasp, like a hunter catching its prey. his sharp teeth on display with that nasty little grin he has on his stupidly handsome face, a mischievious glint shines in his eyes and it has your stomach tying itself into knots.

"c-cut it !" you whinge. he smiles wider at your complaints, leaning over you a little bit more until your socked feet are pressed to his chest, you try to push at him, but you stop when you feel like you'll damn near break your legs trying to cause any damage to that huge chiseled chest of his, your head spins. you resort to trying to push at him with your hands, but it feels like you're trying to push a fucking wall at this rate.

"you started it, shitty human" he cackles, pressing against you harder "gotta pay for it, now."

"y-you'll crush me, you b-big lizard !" you wheeze.

"big lizard, huh?" he guffaws, smirking down at you "got some guts talkin to me like that, human."

despite rapidly losing your breath, you find the strenght to glare up at him, puffing out your cheeks. he snickers and finally relents, pushing himself away so you can finally breathe "fine, fine" he concedes "you prey animals are all so weak, barely touched you and you almost died"

"you-!" you sit up quickly, sputtering as you catch your breath "you just tried to kill me ! how's that barely touching me?!" you shot. he simply rolls his eyes at you and you think this is the longest you've seen him with a smile on his face, albeit at the expense of your poor lungs.

" relax." he answers easily, you feel like strangling him "wasn't trying to kill ya," a dangerously mischievious glint glows in his deep carmine eyes again when he looks at you " if i was, you'd know." you can't help the chill running down your spine, you mask it with a cough and turn away from him to continue watching your neglected show, turning your nose up at him. you hear his deep chuckle in response, you want to punch him.

but there's a part of you that can't help but feel a little giddy, you've learned a little more about your dragon...co-habitant. even if it's just a little bit, you feel like he's opening up to you more, very, very slowly but surely. you smile softly to yourself.

somehow, you've gotten used to living with bakugou.

[nanashi-07]

the epilogue for and reclamation is now posted, which brings the fic to a close. thank you to anyone who has been reading along ❤️

[kresnikcest]

The Graces model viewer is finally complete!

This viewer contains the character models of the party + their costumes, and all variations of unique NPCs. All models and textures are pulled from the Remaster, with the exception of the Idolmaster, Code Geass, .hack// and Toro costumes (PS3) and the BoA costume (Wii with upscaled textures).

Some of the glasses-wearing characters may be inconsistent in their lens transparency, but otherwise, feel free to lmk if there's any bugs or if I made a mistake in mapping transparent textures!

[thatswhatsushesaid]

this cat is determined to take up as much space as possible in this hotel’s king-sized bed, and i can’t even be grumpy about it because she looks so fucking cute.

[magentagalaxies]

creation of adam but it's this photo of me handing scott the martini before his buddy cole set in the KITH toronto show

[bruiisedfawn]

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—

[sunnytheopossum]

IT’S DONE!!! WAHOO! YIPPEE!

I’m not going to list off EVERY change and minute detail I added here because it’s currently 1AM, but here’s a handful of fun things that I can remember off the top of my head: I changed Jay, Brian, and Seth’s eye colors to be more accurate, cut Brian’s hair for the 2006, 2012, and comic refs, gave Seth a second crutch, gave Jay and Tim some scars (Tim’s being a bit more depressing in origin than Jay’s), and I made post MH Tim have some gray hairs because there’s NO WAY that man doesn’t have the world’s worst anxiety disorder in the present day… also he has Jay’s hoodie tied around his waist because I thought it would be sad and I was right :)))

[dizzybizz]

man,

[rodismancave]

@forgedcold my final message. goodbye

[slimslamflimflam]

agender mikitaka

The creature of unknown origin