#ashes of the old world

[spookberry]

the first time I drew these two(when I was 12) they were functionally the Color Guardian's version of Jessie and James,,,

[michellymy]

More old designs!!!!

Kenyan was Llyísma (how is it pronounced???), and the stereotypical Elfin Princess. Ask my younger me why the wings, cuz I’m unable to tell 😀 I don’t remember much of her previous story, but I know she was in love with her guard. She also participated in a rebellion (second drawing), but it doesn’t even make sense; Kenyan, wearing an armor and fighting straight on? I doubt it.

That’s Nalyke, currently Hiélo. I changed the name to Aliza cuz I was confusing it with Kenyan’s name, but some things happened at home and I considered safer to make Aliza a male, so now it’s Hiélo. The personality and lore itself didn’t change a lot, only the gender.

Ah, there was Hiélo’s siblings too, but now I don’t know if I should keep it or no. Maya (I mentioned her once) was his sister, but it’s not anymore. There’s also Izak, but I don’t know if I should even keep him as a character anymore.

That’s Izak, previously a guard and Sylris’s left hand. Now, IF he appears in my story, he’ll be a priest.

And that’s Yuno! Somehow, HE NEVER CHANGED! His name was always Yuno and his first appearance stays (except the eyes). But his personality is a question mark even now. I don’t know if he’d be more playful, serious, or shy, so I’ll just write his reactions and see how he acts through the book.

[wagingmywarsbehindmyface]

JONAH HAUER-KING (and KATHRYN NEWTON) being absolutely adorable while practising dance for Little Women (2017); (via Kathryn’s ig) 📚👭👭🧍‍♂️

(i’d fucking die if he looked at me this way)

[devil-in-hiding]

This has single handedly been the most stressful fucking week of my life

But I still have my photos of my baby and my cat. That’s all I cared about.

[womenenthusiast2]

Wanted to try a more “painting” like style, but i basically gave up on the background so here’s an awkwardly cut version of the drawing. My still nameless Mc and Helios (belonging to @coeluvr ) together while i can still draw fluff.

Used this picture as reference.

[joydoesathing]

dancing with a bunch of corpses

was trying to find a reason to draw all of the versions of st. germain

[binsandcans]

A taciturn billionaire, a mild-mannered reporter and the sharpest kid you'd ever see.

[leminaus]

for some god awful reason I find myself scrolling through the pokeani reddit and I get psychic damage whenever people trash on sun/moon while praising xy. I am in your walls

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

A little Melancholy edit just to let everyone know I am still alive in the Servamp fandom.

[ciaossu-imagines]

For the Disney day of the event, I definitely spread the beloved topic around to all my fandoms! For Servamp, I decided to write about what the Servamp’s favourite Disney treats from specifically the Disney World park would be and I hope you’ll all enjoy the weirdly specific, but hopefully interesting, headcanons!

The Servamp’s favourite Disney Parks treats:

Kuro can’t pass up the popcorn carts and really loves Mickey pretzels. However, his absolute favourite treat exists in Disney Springs. He’s a huge cola fan so it’s no surprise that he definitely considers the ‘Tastes Around the World’ international tray from the Coca-Cola Store Rooftop Beverage Bar a must during every Disney trip.

Hugh is actually a really huge fan of pineapple flavours so he can’t help loving Dole Whip. While just the Dole Whip is fine, his favourite treat are the Dole Whip floats, especially when they have the specialty orange flavoured ones since orange soda is his favourite among the soda types and to have it topped with delicious Dole Whip? Heavenly.

Jeje’s favourite Disney treat is only available seasonally, around the autumn and Halloween season. He’s a bit of a basic bitch in how much he enjoys pumpkin anything and especially pumpkin spice anything. Rosie’s All-American Café in Hollywood Studios does a pumpkin bread tiramisu around that time that Jeje absolutely thinks is one of the most delicious things on earth.

Freya has grown to really love the taste of apples, and while there’s a lot of delicious foods available at the parks, her favourite treat is a drink. She really love LeFou’s Brew, especially in the souvenir glasses. She definitely has multiples of those cups.  For those unaware, LeFou’s Brew is just a frozen apple slushie with marshmallow flavoring and a passion fruit-mango foam.

Lawless likes a lot of the Disney treats. Most of them are served in some over-the-top presentation and that really appeals to him. In terms of taste though, he’s a big fan of the Cheeseburger Pods served at Satu’li Canteen in the Animal Kingdom.

Ildio can really get behind those massive turkey legs served at all the Disney parks. It’s a little disturbing just how many of them he can eat in a row. His siblings have clocked it and it’s sixteen. Sixteen of them in a row and he said he was still hungry, but they’d all run out of money.

Lily is a huge fan of Les Halles Boulangerie & Patisserie in EPCOT. It’s a must on any trip to Disney. He always gets coffee as a drink and likes to try out the different bakery treats. His favourite from them though is their macarons, especially their Macaron Lime Raspberry.

Tsubaki likes to try all of the different treats and foods you can only get at Disney World. He finds a lot of them tasty, yeah, but he’s never been able to settle on a favourite. However, Disney World recently released a treat that he tried, and it became his favourite right away. The new Everest Cupcake from Animal Kingdom just fully won his heart over.

[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.

[michellymy]

Look what I found.

THEIR FIRST DESIGN EVER!!!!

Unfortunately, I didn’t know yet that I should put dates on my drawings, so I don’t know when it was made, but if I had to guess, I’d say 2019-2020.

Ethan Yanner was Luke Harvery, 16yo, and had a magic pencil that turned drawings into reality. Also, Kenyan was dead and he’d bring her back to life using that pencil 😀

Behati Nearu was Kate Madeleine, 17yo, and she wanted revenge on the king that sent her parents to war—where they died, obviously, because apparently I have some obsession with dead parents ☠️

Here their name changed again (cuz why not). I guess Behati was Maki Gleiphnir, and Ethan was Hiroki Kotaro.

Many weird drawings, but I like to keep them so I can look at my drawings now and realize how great they are 🥰 tomorrow I post Kenyan’s, Hiélo’s and Yuno’s first designs!

[wagingmywarsbehindmyface]

JONAH HAUER-KING for Oliver Spencer (2020) 👞🕶️

Cinema is a visual art, and so much of the storytelling is about how something looks - the aesthetic and how that makes you feel. The two go hand-in-hand," he explains. "The clothes do a lot of the work for you. A pair of shoes can influence how you walk, for example. When I was filming World on Fire, something as simple as wearing the army uniform helped me get into character. It was stiff and itchy, so that tells you little details and gives you vital prompts.

- about how clothes help with immersing in a character

[thedeadthree]

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-`. LOVE THAT HEALS.

your love is healing. it burns you with every bit of your soul, but you choose to heal, nevertheless. you are so, so so strong and i hope you know that. i send you peace. i send you calm. i hope things will become better for you in time, just as you have made others better in time as well.

-`. LOVE THAT LASTS.

love unconditional, love unfailing. you love no matter what happens because you believe in the best – of you, and them. it will hurt and it will fail you, but this love tastes so sweet – you can never believe that it bitters sometimes. the way you choose to love unconditionally is incredible.

-`. LOVE THAT PROTECTS.

you love so fiercely, with every fibre of your being. maybe you were wounded by love in the past ; such that you choose to love and love and love so wonderfully that the next person who comes into your life never doubts that they are loved by you.

-`. LOVE THAT STRENGTHENS.

you make sure that people know that they are loved, and you give them strength when they need it the most. this is an ability that is rare; the love that you hold speaks wonders of yourself. i hope you're doing alright. isn't it exhausting always being the bigger person?

-`. LOVE THAT CALMS.

this is sweet. i hope you know that you make others feel at ease around you. you're a gem, a blessing, a treasure – and you should know it. it's comfortable loving you. it's a privilege to be around you and to be let into your world.

[boyrobott]

Astro and Hamegg + parallels vs. contrasts

[joydoesathing]

another batch of unfortunate victims to the grimace shake