#and okay sooooooooooooo

[storge]

Guo Haojun | Rising Feather (2023)

[sforzesco]

THE BROTHERS SFORZA

augh. there sure is a lot going on between them. tfw you know your older brother is wary of you so you have to navigate that fine line of proving you're useful, but not dangerously so. tfw your younger brother has the potential to be a knife in your back, but he's your brother. don't think too hard about what happened with the galeazzo. unfortunately, you're both visconti as well as sforza, and the visconti were prone to conspiracy. fucking RIP.

this definitely won't be upsetting years down the line when ascanio is near death and ludovico will be desperate to figure out how to bring his brother's body back to milan so ascanio can be interred in the same place as ludovico's recently deceased wife, beatrice d'este, and where ludovico himself has been haunting in a perpetual state of grief.

& the background of the first panel are public domain scans of two cards out of the visconti-sforza tarot deck.

Ascanio Maria Sforza: la parabola politica di un cardinale-principe del Rinascimento, Marco Pellegrini

[mrschwartz]

INSANE thing he's said that i'm not fully convinced isn't made up

[stellerssong]

5 and 24 for the fic writer asks?

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

it's probably gonna be the very recently renamed "kīpuka," subtitle "danny and despair talk about their feelings," sub-subtitle "this one was technically just supposed to be about the rats," sub-sub-subtitle "can i get a hell yeah from all the pre-contact hawaiian culture specialists and enthusiasts hanging out in the sandman netflix tag on ao3 for some reason":

Anuanu ka ua no ka uka o ʻŌlaʻa. Cold falls the rain in the uplands of ‘Ōla’a. Sharp eyes accustomed to darkness might spy, far off to leeward, a break in the clouds, the faint pale gleam of a low moon and stars. Here, though, in the windward shadow of the mountains, the night brings a chill in its wake, and the air is so heavy with moisture it clings like a second skin. Above the canopy, a fine, steady fall of rain silvers the air; below it is a claustrophobic press of ‘ōhi’a and tree-fern trunks, so dense that no human could hope to pass through without iron and fire and poison to clear a path. Even light struggles to reach the forest floor, caught in the tangle of frond and bough. Something has passed through here, though. Something that needs no path, that leaves no trail. See, here—a gap in the understory. A rare old-growth koa tree, missed or passed over by the kahuna kālai wa’a of far-off times, its trunk and boughs breaking through the ceiling of greenery and reaching towards the clouded sky. A patchy clearing has opened up around the great tree, as though its smaller neighbors have withdrawn to a respectful distance, maka’āinana before their ali’i. At this hour, in this weather, no light pours through the koa’s wide-spreading boughs to dapple the olonā and fern below. There is simply the rain, the cold, a momentary relief from the closeness of the forest, and— A stir in the darkness at the foot of the koa tree.

24. By the end of this year, you want your fandom to think of you as “that author who _______.”

"that author who is real weird about lucienne making out with a creechur, beeft, and/or entity." i'd also accept "the danny/luce person" on the grounds that i do think most of the stuff in that tag on ao3 is my shit anyway. witness me.

[bravenew-what]

Andi Deris - Perfect Gentleman

Helloween - Silver Spring, MD 5.18.2023

[starswallowingsea]

context

for you i pulled the 10 of swords and the high priestess @izzuleos

word count: 544

content warning for leo's high school depressive episode

Leo rolls over in his bed again. He does not want to move despite the gentle orange of the sunlight peeking through his curtain with the sunrise (or is it the glow of the sun dipping back below the horizon? Leo can’t tell right now). 

He just wants to throw himself to the tides and let the ocean carry his body somewhere else. Maybe he can find a will to continue somewhere else. 

But he just stays in his bed. He brings his legs up to his chest and tries to cry, but the tears don’t come. 

He must still be out of tears from the last time he cried. 

When was the last time he drank? 

When was the last time he ate? 

His hair felt greasy and matted and he needed a shower. 

There’s a gentle knocking at the door and he wants to tell Ruka to leave him alone again, but the voice that greets him isn’t that of his little sister. 

“Uh, hey, Leo-kun. It’s me, Sena.” 

Oh. 

Leo wants to turn him away, send him home. He can’t possibly see him like this, so sad, so pathetic, hardly worthy of the title of King. 

“I know you probably don’t want to see me right now. I wouldn’t blame you if you just cursed me out to my face, but we’re worried about you.” 

There’s a pause and Leo moves to respond before-- 

“I’m…worried about you, Leo-kun.” 

Please just open up and let me take care of you, if only for a minute.

Leo doesn’t have the energy to move from his bed, but he talks just loud enough for Izumi to hear him. 

“You can come in, Sena.” 

There’s another pause before the doorknob turns and the silver haired boy enters the room. 

There are clothes on the floor and crumpled pieces of paper everywhere, but Izumi doesn’t seem to mind as he closes the door behind him and gently pads over to Leo. 

“Your sister told me you haven’t eaten in a few days. She wanted me to bring you this soup.” 

Leo shifted in his bed and sat up. 

“Thanks, Sena.” 

Leo tried to grab the bowl but his hand shook as Izumi pulled his hands away. 

“Why don’t you let me feed you, Leo-kun.” 

Leo just nodded and Izumi went and pulled up the chair from his desk next to Leo’s bed. 

Slowly but surely Izumi made sure Leo ate the soup. 

It struck Leo that this wasn’t something Izumi would have ever done before. Something so small and domestic like feeding Leo soup and wiping his chin when some of the broth dripped down his face. 

But he didn’t mind. It was just what he needed at that moment. Even in the silence, thick with problems that needed to be addressed eventually, just for a moment, Leo let himself just take in the feeling of being alive, of being loved. 

And maybe he would make it past this eventually, even if Izumi had to come back every week, every day and make sure Leo ate something, had wiped his face off with a wet towel, and took care of himself. 

Maybe that was love, and maybe Leo could let himself be loved again one day. 

[thekidsarentalright]

so crazy how fated everything surrounding fob and i have been like no it isn't parasocial we were literally written in the stars i literally understand them on a deeper level than anyone ever w r soulmates‼️

[jensonsbuttons]

where is nico when we need him the most

[selchwife]

ive actually been thinking about emet smoaking all morning on and off i have to tell you guys i really like the ideaof him leaving his lipstick on the used up ends of his cigs <333 and getting to look at him smoke,

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

three drafts left AND I rb'd some other ask games, we gettin this BREAD

[kavehater]

Am I allowed to just not talk to someone ever again for no reason apart from the fact I simply don’t want to (unbothered core)

[quendiviner]

uh oh new tow captain dropped

[sapsolais]

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[glitchgeek]

Trembling like a wet chihuahua because one of my mentors at work is going on vacation tomorrow for like. a week and a half.

We're the only 2 people in the department that specialize in this area for one of our biggest fuckoff customers, and they tend to have...

✨ problems.✨

Often.

[astrxealis]

my tita's taste in video game characters is so silly i love it

[budgiepunk]

heehee