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[cherry-mash]

sanji in every universe shall have the pottiest of potty mouths, now with the added bonus of 4x combo-ing

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[suntails]

winter

[harriertail]

I was only trying to do what was best

[sygneth]

"The Fall of the Starmaker"

[caughtshrimpin]

shelter 🩸🗡️

[bookshelf-in-progress]

A Father's Heart: A Beauty and the Beast Retelling

For the Four Loves Fairy Tale Challenge at @inklings-challenge

Let me tell you, I sure confused that Beast when I returned. Have you ever seen a cat pounce on its own tail? That was the look of confusion the Beast had when he saw me in his palace. Only this cat was enormous—standing seven feet tall on his hind legs—black as soot, with claws this long, and a mouth full of teeth like butcher knives.

"Where is your daughter?" he asked me. Yes, that's what he sounded like—all deep and raspy, like he was growling and purring beneath his words.

"At home," I said.

"You did not bring her?"

“You told me,” I told him, "that I could return to be devoured or send her to take my place. I returned.”

"She did not wish to save you?"

“I never told her. Do you think I could lay that kind of burden upon my own daughter? What sort of father do you take me for?”

He had taken me for a cowardly one, I guess, because it took me a long time to convince him that my daughters were all safely at home, and I didn't plan to fetch any of them. He didn't seem to know what to do with me after that. He wasn't as bloodthirsty as I'd have expected someone with that many teeth to be.

"You will be my guest," he said at last—and he didn't seem too glad about saying it. No doubt he'd have preferred a pretty young girl as a houseguest to a weathered old sailor. But he gave me run of the place—I could help myself to anything, go anywhere I pleased. I didn't understand it. He'd been ready to kill me for a rose, and now he was giving me everything in the house?

I wasn't about to complain, though, so I set about to enjoy the place. The Beast encouraged me to enjoy the luxuries of the palace, but I've always been a working man—I didn't fancy living the life of an idle aristocrat. Before the week was out, I was working in the gardens—the place was overgrown like you wouldn't believe. When I wanted a rest, I'd explore the castle, and boy, was there plenty to see. He had rooms upon rooms of treasures—paintings, silks, wines, musical instruments, even an entire room full of exotic birds! I'd made my living selling such things, and my head swam at the sight of it—a tenth of it would have been worth more than all the riches I could have transported in ten lifetimes.

I didn't make my fortune by having dull wits, and I didn't lose it for lack of courage, so it wasn't long before I began to piece together the truth of this place and confronted the Beast with it.

"How long have you been cursed, your highness?" I asked him one evening at supper.

That great big cat was so shocked he knocked a wine bottle off the table. "Who says I am cursed?"

"Blazes, man, I'm not blind! This palace is worth more than most of the kingdoms of the world put together. If there was a king out there this rich, you can bet every merchant in the world would know of him. He'd have destroyed the world's economy. Fairy magic's the only way you get a horde like this, but you, sir, are no fairy."

Now the Beast seemed intrigued. "How do you know that?"

"A fairy would never have let me live—if he promised to kill me, he'd have killed me. No mercy among their kind. Only a human could have changed his mind like that—for which I'm very grateful, by the way."

"You're welcome," he said, seeming dazed.

I went on, "You're definitely more than a dumb beast; you walk and talk and dress like a man, so it stands to reason you were a man once—that furry coat of yours is just some fairy shell. Same way all these riches are probably just dirt and ashes once you take away the magic. Which means you must have run afoul of a fairy sometime in your past, who decided to curse you with an animal body and then trap you in a palace full of false riches."

I looked at the furnishings, the food, the Beast's clothes—everything spoke of royalty. "Fairies always meddle with royals, so you must have been a prince. The seventh son of the king of Gher went missing just before I went on my last voyage, so I'd wager that he is you. Am I right?"

The Beast goggled. "I…can't say."

"Which means I'm right. No fairy worth his salt would let you say you were cursed. Which means all I have to do is figure out how to break it. Those fairies always give you a way out—the more improbable the better."

I came around to his side of the table so I could walk around him and examine him from all angles. "You were disappointed when I came—you wanted one of my daughters, not me. When I did come, you didn't seem too keen on killling me—which makes me think it was an empty threat, trying to convince me to send my daughter instead. Which means she must be the way to break the curse. What can she do that I can't? Easy—true love. No fairy would think a girl could love a hulking monster like you, so that would be their impossible way to break the curse. You needed, what—true love? Marriage?"

"I can't say," the Beast said, but I knew by his face that I'd hit upon the right answer.

"That makes things simple. You let me out once before. Let me go home again and fetch one of my girls, tell her there's a prince waiting for her, and bring her back to join you in wedded bliss."

He seemed genuinely horrified by that. "I…can't say."

"Oh, of course. It won't count if she knows you're a prince. Well, I'll leave that part out. Tell her that the Beast who spared my life is in need of more company. With a bit of time and a bit of encouragement from her old dad, we'll have you back in human form by Christmas."

He thought it was worth a try, and something he could arrange with the conditions of his curse. So I went home to my children, convinced my sons not to follow me to slay the Beast, and made the castle sound intriguing enough that all three of my girls agreed to join me. I thought that maybe Hope would be the one to break the curse��she's always been the boldest of my girls—but it turned out that my quiet, gentle Beauty brought out the soft side of the Beast. It was the cutest thing you ever saw, the way they'd sit together reading in the rose gardens, that great big cat as shy as a schoolboy with her.

It wasn't three weeks before the Beast worked up the courage to propose—and my Beauty accepted without hesitation. Then there was blinding light and earthquakes, and when the dust cleared, the palace was gone. We were standing in a clearing in the woods—and a black-haired prince stood where the black-haired Beast had once been.

He's an excellent boy—I'll be proud to call him a son. He doesn't mind at all that his bride's the daughter of a failed merchant or that she once worked on a farm. We'll all be moving to his palace across the sea to live as honored members of the family.

Which is why we're moving out on such short notice—his highness doesn't want to be away from his kingdom any longer than he has to. I'm sure you'll find someone else to take the old place off your hands.

No, you don't have to believe me, but it's much better if you do. You'll look much less like a fool once it comes out that it's all true.

[mintnoodles]

[ID: Two digital illustration. In the first, a grown up Nezha listens to a conch on the beach, eyes closed and softly smiling. Ao Bing's image forms out of the waves, scales dotting his face. His expression is affectionate, and he's cupped his hand as if whispering to Nezha. In the second image Ao Bing is gone. Only waves remain. The sun sets. Nezha still cups the conch to his ear. The smile is gone. His eyes are open and blank. End ID.]

the whisper in the waves

[impyssadobsessions]

My Redesign/Concept for Clockwork/Chronos for my danny phantom x devil may cry crossover >W< Clockwork is the one that sends Danny on this quest afterall ;3 Also ghost king Clockwork for the end ewe when he stabs Danny. He goes from looking old frail and weak to becoming more youthful and strong- truly looking as he is a demon. I failed a bit on the clock arms to be his wings =w= but that can be worked out more a different time XD Also my idea of like Clockwork having been a piece of chronos trapped/linked to the ghost realm. A way to be in both places at once and how he was stripped of his power. Broken up and force to be weak- until Danny steps in.. not knowing he was setup his entire life to free/heal him. Also i wish i could animate or do the texture

the blue glow in his stomach is actually suppose to be sand flowing from his rib cage to his pelvis like an hour glass.

This was part of my reference... imagine him riding on that chariot >w< So I had to combine those ideas plus I combined the ideas of what ppl usually depict Chronos as which is a buff old dude XDD I had fun coming up with this. Honestly what started it was the idea of after Danny who's fighting the chains trying to bind him to the coffin, that pariah the dark was sealed in after defeating Pariah, gets stabbed to the ground by clockwork's staff. And in his blurry vision see a pair of leathery skeleton feet and a long end of a beard, before recognizing who this is. Clockwork having stopped/slowed time to keep nero, dante, and vergil from intervening. Link to my other crossover concepts

[graynide]

my fav dav pilkey angst that was never explored in their respective books lez gooooo

[tuxedo-rabbit]

Cut Qunari Companion's Room

So do you guys remember the concept of another qunari companion in the artbook? This guy:

Well apparently, he got far enough into development for them to design his room:

Now I don't know for sure this is the same companion, but this image is titled "Personal Hub - Saarbrak" and the figure sitting in the top right corner looks to be qunari.

How I wish we got to meet the dapper qunari spy. His name was Saarbrak T-T

[nessa007]

halsey’s upcoming album being called “the great impersonator” and promoting it by recreating iconic album photoshoots from various iconic artists and people on twitter continue to be like “what’s the point in recreating all these photos??”

[sceebybeeby]

⚠️spoilers for the entire aj trilogy lol⚠️

is this even anything? don't answer if it isn't

[fatedroses]

Legatus of the VIIIth - Titus yae Galvus, The Iron Reaper

[piperonipizzabot]

Hey guys

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

oughhhhh thinking about a fic where you and suguru meet every summer by stepping through a door only the two of you can see ….. you’ve never met outside of it but you practically grow up together, playing in the sunflower fields inside this mysterious pocket realm, splashing each other with sweet-salty river water and catching fireflies with your bare hands, even if nobody believes you when you insist you have a childhood friend with soft hands and a kind smile and flimsy, curtain-like bangs …… meeting him there again and again, until one summer there’s no one there but you, and all the sunflowers have wilted.

[lavampira]

if I must forsake myself to keep mine oath, then so be it.