#and ur like dam

[sch1z0grypz]

idk i prolly should be medicated but i think being actively psychotic brings life to the spice ukno

[fkapommel]

Seeing tlt fanart made me realize that Nona's amorousness and attraction to Corona is almost a visual inversion of Anastasia and Alecto. Corona *ahem* Crown and Alecto are both described as near perfect articulations of their gender - bosomous, voluptuous, blonde, beautiful. Both a little mentally fucked as a sprinkle. But Alecto hates her physical form, implicitly because it was created with such a vision by a mortal-made-divine man. It shows how disgustingly tragic Alecto's lot in (human) bodily existence is, how she could have loved her body if it wasn't crafted by a man intending her body to be something he would be sexually attracted to, if it didn't confine her to such a limited physical experience (where are the rest of her legs!), and if it could be a body that she grew with and learned to mold and use like Corona. Alecto hates her form, but when she is placed in the body similar to her true love and partner's, she is able to appreciate and be attracted to a body similar to the one crafted for her. Harrow's body is a descendant of Anastasia's. She is able to love her body (ie something approximating it) literally through her lover's eyes.

[shrimpari]

“I made a pact with Vol, a pact of Blood”

Strahd von Zarovich and his very, very good friend.

[theloveinc]

act i scene i: older, childless, bachelor Barbarian!Bakugo finds you six months pregnant hiding in an empty stable during one of his clan raids--and instead of slaughtering you as a much younger him might've done...he throws you onto his cart of treasures and decides to take you home so he can start the family he never had with you and your child as his bride and baby.

[hobbithoes]

Making an emo mournwatch death caller mage i’m soooo freaking hype for new dragon age 😭

[alukaforyou]

Hi! I was wondering how did you learn how to draw? You’re so talented !

hii i just started when i was a kid & never stopped 🤔 everyone starts out drawing bad / wrong whatever but all it is is training ur eyes to see and ur hand to replicate what you see :3 like ur gonna make a drawing that doesnt look right, and you go hmm what about this is off, and compare it to reference photos / whatever it is you are trying to draw and try to figure out what is different between ur pic & the original thing / ur ref photos etc and thats the whole constant process of learning 😅 and u can also google tutorials like "how to draw hands / cats / cars / whatever." i also went to art college which was a ton of life drawing / model drawing / naked ppl drawing / skeleton & anatomy drawing etc.

to improve at drawing u gotta just keep doing it constantly long term, like get obsessed with something (anime characters, for me) & go to town. find art that looks good to u and try to figure out what specifically u like about it (line quality? color? shapes?) & u can practice emulating it, maybe it will show up in your own art style as you develop it.

im still learning obviously, and i feel like theres sm i dont know how to do yet, so using a boatload of reference pics is key, sometimes i take my own ref pics lolz good luck :') just keep drawing ah

also if you look thru my #art ref tag theres some helpful link stuff, i feel like 80-90% of the tag is me saving reference pics lol but every time i find resources or guides or a helpful site i also put it in that tag 😵‍💫

[ilonacho]

Did you... did you draw one of Rippen and Larry too? 👉👈

I was going to eventually but thanks to you I did yes ❤

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[kayayayayayayayayayayayaya]

[IMPORTANT]

Lixue appreciation post!

Also friendly reminded to Go read Second honkai eruption Manga!

[desktopmermaid]

One of Jo’s buddies.

[fjordfolk]

Got up this morning saying I'd be very happy if she made excellent, and she did! If Troj hadn't been so upset at the ground (wet grass, saturated and squishy) I think she would've placed, the judge liked her a lot better than I first expected and she has a really solid topline normally. But you can't place a dog that doesn't move cleanly, and I'll take it as a huge compliment that it didn't move her down to Very good.

Our breeder took both BOB and BOS in Veteran (Ace, who's 10 and was reared along with Sparta + his daugther who's 8) and they pulled Troj back in the ring so she could get a troupe for the breeder's competition, so that was very fun also!

[tomboyyyaoi]

the anti-merylness on trigun tiktok is fucking putrid can u horrible little freaks leave the "i love this wholesome regular straight ship teehee SIIIKE I LOVE GAY PORN, I HATE WOMEN" edits back in 2012

[masatos-wig]

god ive been so tempted to pull for werewolf eiji his unbloomed art is sooooooososososo cute o(-( but the fear of ren being the 2nd half halloween ur is keeping me in check

surely they wouldnt do 4 limited, non-stage for myself heavens urs in a row. right. haha. right .

[theloveinc]

I am in love with the idea of sugar daddy bakugou, he would have to physically drag me out of bed to class, I set like 5 alarms and then still not go

IT'S ABSURD, like you can't even lie to him abt it either because he has your whole schedule memorized!! You think you've finally gotten away with missing one morning class just to sleep in and cuddle, but NOPE, after one hit of the snooze button he's pulling off your blankets and flickering the lights on and off.

You're like, "can't i just be your housespouse, stay home and do chores???"

And he's frowning, "first you were beggin' me for tuition, now you don't even wanna go???" (i'd immediately get up to argue with him but that's another story)

He is so annoying lmfao. Has an argument for all of your complaints, and will try to slap your butt if you don't get up. And the worst part is that he really does want you to do well !!! and get a degree in case you need to support yourself ever. Good LUCK not feeling guilty and trying to get out of homework, too.....

(and LITERALLY ME THIS MORNING, my alarm rang for an hour and apparently i just did not give enough of a fuck to notice😭😭😭)

[krogans-give-the-best-cuddles]

I generally think that the advice that if you want to make x thing you have to exist in x spaces is true... like if you make a movie but don't watch movies that would be shit, and the same with original fiction.

But I am tired with the disdain that goes both ways in the fiction/fanfiction spaces. Like I will see people be like "you won't get better at writing until you start reading og fiction" which is like. 1. Are they trying to write og fiction or fanfiction? Bc if it's fanfiction. A genre in its own right. By the logic of if u want to get better at x then you must participate in x, then they really only need other fanfiction 2. Not everyone wants to make original fiction. There's nothing wrong with that. The sort of disdain that treats fanfiction as training wheels is so annoying

Plenty of kinds of fiction rely on already created characters, and thinking that the only valuable stories rely on entirely original characters is foolish. Mythological retellings, Sherlock Holmes retellings, and comic books often have existing characters one is adapting. That's a different skill set one needs than the one for completely original fiction, just like fanfiction has.

And when people who exclusively read fanfic act like og fiction has nothing to offer, isn't diverse enough, isn't xyz, they're also being condescending and wrong. Like. Og fiction has everything you could want from fanfic. Except you gotta meet the characters the first time.

Everybody needs to get off their artistic high horses and come down in the dirt and just start learning and creating from one another, as is just.

[bingobongobonko]

tbh while sometimes while im drawing hassans hair im like. Lol hair wouldnt do that realistically. but . i mean its. its surely doing something right