#everi daze

[lolotheparagon]

Choose Your Pony for A Charming Birthday : The Video Game

[accidentallyycreated]

Another reminder that percy actually listens to annabeth spouting architecture facts.(And not him getting ready to argue w clarrise to defend annabeth)

[an-established-butt-dent]

Dreadwolf summer is on the rise

I finally bought my first ever iPad and immediately installed Procreate. The joy! Stay tuned for all my digital art experiments. :)

With this piece I first painted the base with inks on paper, afterwards I digitalised the artwork and added the details and highlights in Procreate. I love working with a mixture of analogue and digital art. Embracing the old and new.

[corruptedflowerr]

i could cry just thinking about you

[herewegobebe]

KEY 키 DAZED 데이즈드 Shooting Behind [x]

[alastairsparis]

I want ty to give kit forehead kisses

[sophmere]

I.N x DAZED KOREA 🖤

[wr-n]

To me, some of the traits your art has that pops out is; your line art is super clean, perhaps due to your art having thicker lines than most? Also there's something about how you do the guys' eyes... I don't know how to phrase it so I can understand if you don't add the eyes style in the challenge, but they're distinct to me.

I dont know if I did this right so I sketched out a new character for the occasion XD

I was trying to go for a sketchy-painty feel to it since I think its the opposite of what I usually go for (since i usually do cleaner lines and get all OCD about my shading LMAO)

Uhhhh we'll call him Onyx :)

[erlandious]

So. The sillies am I right

[chevaliermalfets]

Arthur and Lancelot's farewell - Camelot (1982)

[autisticwriterblog]

(I'm not including compilation albums to make things more challenging, so no Live in Moscow, Alchemy or Alexander Theater. Also, I'm not giving you a "I can't choose" button because we'd all pick that. 😂)

[duahauuoplanh]

it’s okay to want more 🫧

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Literature

day 3! @youngroyals-events

“I thought you were a literature student?” “This is literature!” Wille is a very serious literature student, thank you very much.

Read below or on ao3! (cw: implied sexual content)

To the surprise of no one, graduate school turned out to be a little demanding. Still, Wille enjoyed it. He did. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was actually producing something worthwhile. Finally, he had an outlet for all the confusion and turmoil growing up, an explanation for why it’d been so hard to accept himself for who he was. In literature, in tracing lines between characters and plot lines, connecting authors and themes, he found answers. He found common ground and explanations for the world around him. It helped him see beauty in the little, mundane things and simplicity in the big, complicated things. No more was it, why do I feel like this about another boy? It was oh, you felt this, too, and it all turned out okay. The humanity in his readings and the brilliance in discussing it with others, the searching for answers and that spark of joy when he finally connected two pieces together, it kept him going. All that, along with periodic praise from his advisor, plenty of coffee, and, of course, almost more than anything, Simon. 

Simon. Wille knew that he could’ve done the whole thing by himself – he’d enrolled before even meeting Simon, thank you very much – but something about having the man by his side, going through the same slog of self-doubt and fear and exhaustion made it all the more worthwhile. To have each other to go back to at the end of the day meant everything to Wille, and he was pretty sure Simon felt the same. He still didn’t know who to thank at the university for that silly bonding trip, but Wille was eternally grateful to whatever almighty force had brought Simon into his life. That first day, Simon’s shy smile and blushing cheeks, which quickly turned to sassy remarks and teasing smirks, had been a ray of sunlight in Wille’s life. Things had already been fine, even good, but Simon brought something more. Something Wille would never be able to put into words. Wille could read every book ever written and still never find the words to describe it, that thing that brought them together, that tug at his core; come closer, be near me, be with me.

All told, the little pieces of Wille’s life fit together well. Most days, he remembered to eat meals at reasonable intervals and got at least a few hours of sleep every night. Sometimes, he even went to the gym. Unfortunately, graduate school didn’t give a fuck if you were happy and in love and generally having a good time. It had a way of pulling apart all those little pieces and scattering them across the room, like an ornery housecat. On this particular day, Wille felt as though someone had stuck a spoon up his nose and scrambled his brain. He’d been reading the same three papers for days now and was making no progress, he had dozens of unread emails sitting in his inbox, and only one line written for his writing workshop assignment (which was due in two days). Needless to say, he was exhausted. There was only one thing he wanted to do: curl up in bed with his boyfriend. Very rudely, Simon was busy with rehearsals, so Wille was cursed to spend the evening alone. 

Sighing dramatically, he fell into bed, then squirmed around in frustration. It made him feel a bit better.

As was typical of a literature student – Wille, ever the cliché – his room was covered in books, haphazardly stacked in precarious piles on every available surface. Most were of respectable nature, if a little promiscuous. A few, however, were of a different breed. Since he had the time to kill, he pulled out a book from the bottom of one of the stacks, huffing when the whole pile toppled over. 

The cover was a swirling array of dark fabric, and nothing more. In simple serif font, the title read: “Velvet Desires: Passion Unleashed". And, so what if Wille liked to read trashy smut novels in his free time? He spent so much time dissecting prose and interpreting symbolism, who could blame him if every once and a while he just wanted to turn his brain off?

Simon found him like that hours later, half reading the book and half dozing. 

“Hi, baby,” Simon purred, crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around Wille’s waist, burying his face there. 

Wille smiled and set the book to the side, then pulled Simon closer. “Hello, my love.”

“Missed you,” Simon said into the fabric of Wille’s shirt, the sound a bit muffled. 

“I missed you, too. Did you have a good rehearsal?”

Simon simply hummed and lifted his head, smiling sleepily. Wille glanced at his book for a moment, and Simon followed his eye line. They both froze, before they each pounced on the book at the same time. Simon was faster. He jumped out of the bed and spun away from Wille’s reach. 

“What’s this?”

“It’s a book,” Wille huffed, grabbing at it. Simon giggled and climbed across the bed, dodging Wille again. 

Simon gasped dramatically as his eyes skimmed over the back cover. He looked up with mock horror on his face. Wille rolled his eyes. 

“I thought you were a literature student?” 

“I am– That is literature!” 

“This is smut, Wille.”

Wille groaned. “Come on, Simon, give it!” 

They chased each other around the room a moment longer, Wille not really upset and Simon not really horrified, before collapsing back onto the bed. 

“Very uncouth,” Simon tsked, poking a finger at Wille’s chest. 

“There’s a lot of good symbolism in there.”

“Oh, is there?” Simon asked, tone low. He rolled and moved to straddle Wille, leaning down to kiss gently at his jaw. “What else is in there?”

“Simon…” he whispered, then brought his hands up and gripped Simon’s hips, before sliding warm fingers up his back, along each vertebrae. 

“Anything fun?” 

Wille hummed, then curled a hand around Simon’s neck and brought their lips together. 

“I can show you.”

[aroace-poly-show]

buying ichika alt covers is funny to me like are you sure you don’t hear enough of her voice already considering she’s in Every Leo/Need Song

[sharkenedfangs]

i really like your writing style! it's very, um... i don't know how to phrase it, but it really... it's really. u-um. it makes me go hhhh? yeah ., ///

Haha, thanks ^^ I’m happy to hear my writing makes someone’s brain go dumb whether it be good or bad. As long as some are out here to actively enjoy my writing, it’s enough for me since I’m not very confident in my skills and english isn’t my first language either. (Correct, it’s the cursed one called ‘french’ that the entirety of the world hates and for good reason)

It’s heavily inspired by one of my mutuals @neetily so do check her out if you can. Her works never miss.

[shakingparadigm]

Would the human pets be capable of basic tasks like washing their clothes or preparing food? I can see some pets knowing how to prepare food as like, a fun little party trick to impress others, but as a basic survival skill I don't think it's commonly taught to humans anymore. There's most likely a line drawn between pets that are helpful and reliable, and pets that are too capable, to the point where certain owners may feel threatened by their level of intelligence and independence. I wonder just how helpless the humans would be without their aliens.