#beautiful work as always

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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[ibahibut]

Let's make an oath to live together

[kandismon]

based on this [x]

[magnusthepuppet]

god this makes me extremely happy. the joy that this show and its community brings me will never cease to amaze me. cant wait for season two in october <3

✨🏳️‍🌈 Our flag means pride ✨🏳️‍🌈

[theindefinitearticle]

what you have to understand is every character in riverdale represents a genre and a class dynamic do you understand no wait come back

[mrsnaildood]

Hopefully it's still February 29th somewhere in the world :] Happy Birthday, beloved Hiccup

[semisolidmind]

i love. LOVE. the fact that wukong is affected by sophie's tears. he's concerned, and it shows on his face. he's so so worried about her.

but the imposter doesn't care. the imposter smiles. he's amused by her suffering if anything and it's suitably infuriating. he's boutta get what's comin to him

wonderful, wonderful work :) 👏👏👏

Finally, this is done! Thank you so much for the support for my JTTW AU and my love for Sophie and Wukong! Now if you will excuse me I will go to my cave and disappear for a while! 😩 Yes, this song has pretty much nothing to do with the story or the animation but it gave me inspiration to do this so I guess it's a win-win? 🤔 Hope you still like it!

[shadebloopnik]

Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.

Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.

Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.

He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-

So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.

It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.

He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.

Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.

But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.

So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.

Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."

Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.

What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????

"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.

But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.

"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."

Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.

Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.

"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"

Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.

Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??

(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)

Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.

"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."

He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.

So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.

Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.

But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.

Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.

Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.

They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.

As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.

[canisalbus]

gothic lolita machete came to me in a dream

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[ninjautizm]

@chaellooo that's actually funny cause I drew something like this a few days ago! 😭

[undeadmagick]

i think something so lovely about love/beauty deities is that they don’t actually force you to change into anything specific. they always encourage you in ways to accentuate you as you are.

like working with freyja, i didnt get a nose job. she just made me love my nose and how it has a bump in it just like my mama does.

freyja didn’t make me start frying my hair to make it appear a certain way. she nudged me to buy products to accentuate their natural texture.

freyja didn’t make me start wearing more makeup. i just started liking what i looked like in the mirror—acne, dark circles and all.

and if i did wear makeup, she was right there making sure it came out perfect for my face, not for anyone else���s.

freyja didn’t “magic” away my current body shape. she made me not worry if im bloated some days or about the light marks on my hips.

there was nothing “imperfect” in her eyes. she wanted me to see that.

beauty and love deities have been misrepresented as deities of conventional beauty when in reality, they are mirrors to show how beautiful you’ve been all along.

[stuckinapril]

Just a girl who wants to be her mother’s daughter in the ways that matter

[saphirune]

the process for my miraidon & koraidon (indigo & sienna) designs...they are probably my fave legendary ocs ;_; the latest is on top, and the last one is the draft i started with (featuring their parents , morow & yor).

i don't think i shared the 2nd pic before so i thought i might as well compile everything together...i actually quite like that take still, so now i'm thinking of changing indigo again lol...

[slayerchick303]

AND NEVERAFTER WAS THE HORROR SEASON?!? The first battle of Burrow's End was the most gruesome, terrifying set in the history of Dimension 20. It made me feel physically ill for a moment.

Great work, Rick Perry and team. It was truly nauseating. And I mean that as the highest form of praise.

[happyheidi]

[kiisaes]

hero triangle!!! 🎵🌹

a collab i did with the magnificent @zipsunz — i did the line art for the main hero and he did the colors + bg + chibi hero :D