#extending the logic

[valtsv]

yeah? and i'm supposed to be normal about this?

[mekha-draws]

mmmm thinkin' again about the frog wind ancient thing, this time looking a bit fucked up :)

ofc i dont know what im doing why do u ask

[nightmarearian]

Done (heavy quotation marks) with monster Ody @evergreen292 ;)

tbh I couldn’t for the life of me pick a color palette I liked And Render it so I gave up on color. Enjoy the half assery.

Tbh I’ve just been call it Ithacan Naga, but it’s objectively it’s a mix of snake, owl/bird, and human. So 🤷.

Tbh the wings are supposed to be white/gray-brown, cause owls & Hermes, while his scales are supposed to be an oscillating scale from sea green-blue to purple-tinted gray. Uhm. Evidently that sorta didn’t happen but also did. So.

The purple/grayer scales are gonna be more around with the feathers and wings.

Those fin colors are. Too blue and too bright but I love the colors themselves so they’re staying for now.

Uhm. That’s it for now, ig. I’m sorta on a timer rn and I’m tired so <3

The writing bit with this is still in the works (😭)

[cinderflower]

🦋 Day 1 - Gold

"It may be unalloyed gold now, but it was borne of your blood. Every thread, every joint, every finger - they are all pieces of yourself which you gave to me willingly." Looking up at him, Malenia added softly, "I am made whole by you."

Excerpt from Field of Reeds chapter 20

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

Taking a shot at Lillith :]

Love having the excuse to be drawing people with varying levels of critter features again <3

[susspirria]

Daniel being profoundly disgusted by his fathers infidelity is so interesting and funny to me because he's done so many horrible things but this is where he draws the line. Murder, extortion and coercion are all fine. Cheating on your wife is not.

[narutoheretic]

Hottest Danzo moment?

No top 3 hottest moments

everything about the Kabuto backstory is nonsense to me but I'm glad it exists for exactly one thing

this panel is possibly the sexiest danzo is ever drawn. the leadup of him actually dropping his head and putting his hand against his eye before looking up to say this is both very attractive and contributes to him serving the most intense 'i am powering through a migraine right now and I do not have time for your shit' energy. which is hot because we actually don't see Danzo being visibly Fucking Done with people that much. the bandages and hair are on point! the narrowed eye! it's zoomed in so you can't see the weird coat they put him in! i could look at this panel for hours

2.

the entire bit where he's like 'i didn't bring along bodyguards to do bodyguarding lmao' is hot but there's something that particularly Gets me about the moment where he's using the Sharingan to locate and count enemies - I just really love 'basic' use of the Sharingan as a supplement to other types of fighting ig, because I also find Madara using it to supplement his taijutsu during the first part of his comeback very sexy. There's something about using something powerful sparingly and strategically, instead of treating it as your only power or going straight to some xtreme jutsu. and i had to include the anime as well because danzo's (japanese, obv) voice actor makes this moment even sexier 👌

3.

anime only: Danzo really claims his hitherto only speculated upon DILF status in the Kinoe arc (who's Kakashi), and a moment that both kills me emotionally and makes me somewhat aroused is the moment where you see Hiruzen come this fucking close to pushing him too far when he asks Danzo to hand over Kinoe. like, Danzo gets so personally upset about Hiruzen angling for him to give Kinoe over, ('I found him, I protected and raised him') and when Hiruzen tries to hit the button that usually gets Danzo to do things (it's for the village c'monnnnnn) Danzo responds by looking around like he's assessing whether he'd win a civil war right now. (and then decides against it and looks so fucking sad while conceding kinoe god this arc fucking kills me!!)

I think the data we can compile from this is that I really, really like it when it seems like Danzo is either At His Fucking Limit or Has Crossed His Fucking Limit (for the amount of time he's spent not kicking ass and murdering people). man should explore his limits more. in my fanfiction documents

[sleepy-crypt1d]

i have a semi deranged question for the aom fandom

do you guys pronounce his last name, Leatherhoff, as "leather" like the material or "lee-ther" with an extended "ee"? because this entire time i've pronounced it with the extended "ee" sound and i wanted to know what other people did

[coloredcompulsion]

My dad rewatching the FNaF movie with me: So that guy's the killer right?

Me: Yes! I'm kind of disappointed he's no longer British

My dad: He's no longer What

[drinksglue]

I know my whole brand is Complaining but honestly I am so so glad that my post has shown me that the vast majority of profic people seem to agree with me wrt people liking harry potter (w/o giving rowling money). I bitch and moan like every day about people faking being profic but thankfully it's still such a small number of people.

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

My roommate and I had a conversation last night and I keep rotating it in my brain and I Don’t Like It

[balkanlila]

i haven't even seen the episode yet, but learning about the fact that they didn't include such an essential aspect of the story is making me feel so irrationally sad

[grahamcarmen]

[neroniiii]

I don't trust anybody who tries to justify Hiruhiko slander by saying "he was too cocky he was overconfident etc about a battle he couldn't win" because no I don't think casting En one millisecond before he could be beheaded by Samura to retreat a number of floors down dogpilling him with corpses and trying to make the building collapse in on itself and dogpilling him with corpses AGAIN just to get him to leave speaks to underestimation. Like at all.

[lichqueenlibrarian]

What are you two doing

[tanoraqui]

Trick or treat!

This is the askbox equivalent of a king-size candy bar, I guess.

In the late part of Fingon and Celechwes's wedding (both in a continuity where Celechwes was already pregnant or in which pregnancy was the Plan but never came to fruition, and Gil-Galad was a random sergeant from Nargothrond who stepped the fuck up), Lalwen, very drunk, leaned against Círdan's side where they sat together on a balcony overlooking the moonlit first rise of the River Sirion, and asked if he wanted children one day.

After centuries of correspondence both formal and informal, such questions were easy between them, if particularly intimate tonight. Círdan admitted that he did think of it with yearning sometimes - but he had other duties and loves, and at any rate, he'd never found someone to have a child with.

Lalwen promised that if he still hadn't found someone when this was all over ("this" the war, the Siege, the Long Peace, which they had no real hope of ending in conquest themselves but which they thought Morgoth could never break, either), she would happily marry him, and bear "more children than Nerdanel."

Círdan said, amused and fond, that that seemed excessive, and one or two would likely be quite enough.

Lalwen agreed. "All my siblings are overly ambitious." Then she slid down and fell asleep in his lap, because quite frankly Lalwen could never hold her alcohol.

About 200 years later, after "this" was, in fact, all over - and they'd both helped raise a king to adulthood, and the Sirion and all the waters and lands of Beleriand were lost beneath the sea - they stood on a new shore and Lalwen wept because she would miss him terribly, her dearest friend left, as she would miss Gil-Galad and her few other remaining niblings, and all those of their jumbled people who chose to stay...but she couldn't bear to stay herself. Too many had died, from the first steps upon the Ice - from the blood-stained docks of Alqualondë, from the Darkened steps of Formenos! - and she couldn't endure a single change of seasons more, watching the trees go dull and bear again.

Anyway, she said, wiping her nose quite unprincesslike on her sleeve, those who Sailed now needed someone to speak for them in the high courts of the West. Even Finrod, even Idril...well, they hadn't been here in the end, much as those who had arrived (and survived) through the end had never been here for the long years of joy and peace. Someone of repute needed to go who had endured through the whole long Age, and Lalwen was more or less the only one left (humble enough to seek forgiveness).

Círdan, tears on his cheeks as well, promised to see her again first thing when he one day followed (which would be many, many years in the future, they both knew, because he had long-since been bidden to Sail West last of all the Elves of Arda).

(Now, that was always a little exaggerated, because even after Círdan the Shipwright has Sailed, for Ages unto the End of the World, there may always be one last stubborn elf isolated in a forest glade who decides that enough is enough and builds a clumsy canoe from a fire-hollowed tree, or maybe no more than a raft; and so long as their aim is true, Ulmo will see them safely to their promised home.

But the fact remains: one day, Men will look back and deem that the winters have grown harsher, or awkwardly more mild, and overall less wonderfully crisp; and the summers have grown more fiery, or awkwardly lukewam, and overall less perfectly golden; and the brooks babble less happily and the rustling of tree leaves sounds less like conversation... A few will say it is because the last of the Elves has finally left us behind. Most will say, in later days yet, that it was early signs of anthrocentric climate change and the pre-industrial revolution bringing increased population and burning of etc etc…)

Some years hence, Círdan and Lalwen sat together on a bluff overlooking the eastern sea, which once they viewed as the western sea, and Círdan said, "Do you remember our conversation just before you fell asleep at Celechwes and Fingon's wedding party?" (She did.) "If you're still willing - well, the truth is, I was speaking with Ossë and we..."

Now, a thing you should know about Círdan Shipwright, in his youth called Nowë, is that he is possibly the only elf of note to have stayed on good terms with all the Elvish peoples of Middle Earth through all the ages he dwelt on its shores. Even Elrond feuded with Mirkwood for a few centuries in the early Third Age! But Círdan was universally known and respected for his patience, his diplomacy, both his deep wisdom and his common sense...

Less well-known, though never deliberately hidden, was the fact that his dearest friend in the world was Ossë, Lord of Storms, and nothing delighted him more than to sail a sturdy one-elf coracle out to the heart of a wild sea-storm and fling his heart open to the crashing waves, the howling winds, the crash and the flash and the rain so hard and seas so high that the songs of air and water, up and down, tangled together in a glorious symphony that wasn't discordant, not anymore, but couldn't be said to be safe either... But Círdan was one of the greatest sailors the world ever knew and the ships of his own hand were steadier yet, and Ossë was only there to play, not to rage. Together they danced and sang, while Uinen kept a discreet eye out from a distance to be sure everything stayed safe, sane and consensual.

(This might explain, a little, why Círdan got along so well with the ever-tempestuous Noldor.)

Meanwhile, Lalwen had a reputation for being "the normal one" of the House of Finwë. She hadn't put any particular effort into this, she'd just never died in battle nor told a Vala to fuck off to their face, nor even created any legendary objects of power. She threw a good party and had a well-honed knack for stopping fights before they started.

Their wedding was extremely tame by Noldorin standards, and only a little dramatic by the standards of the Falas - a simple beachfront affair with extended family and a few dozen good friends, with no more glitter than the gems mixed into the sand and Eärendil sailing brightly above. (In balance, Fingolfin, who'd been shipping this since roughly 200 FA and not just because it would've been wildly politically convenient, threw his sister THE most glorious gaudy bachelorette party. Possibly ever.)

They were entirely open about the fact yes, naturally, they were marrying because they loved each other dearly and, after so long apart, they looked forward to being bound together for eternity - though probably not living together all the time, because Lalwen was at heart a city girl and now that Círdan never had to worry about random large predators, bandits or shadow-laced bad weather, he slept on the beach or on a ship 9 nights out of 10 -

- and also that Lalwen was going to more or less serve as a surrogate birth mother for a child brought into the world by Círdan and Ossë. Ossë couldn't bear it himself, see; his nature was too inherently destructive...

People who didn't know them well tended to blink at this; think, Well, it's Círdan and Lalwen - they must know what they're doing. It must be reasonable and not insane; and move on thoughtlessly. Some even forgot as soon as the subject changed, because it wasn't in line with what they knew.

People who knew them well asked things like, "What?" and "How!?!", and even, "Is that safe? Have you consulted Thingol, the Vanandili, the Fëantúri - "

(Lalwen shrugged at her older brother. "We're going to make it up as we go. Don't worry, Nolo! Uinen will be involved as well, to keep everything as peaceable as an infant fëa needs, and myself as well. We've literally had foursomes before - and this time, it won't be stretched across several thousand miles plus the Straight Road.")

Faliel ("daughter of the waves") is a basically normal Elvish girl, except she casually runs on water, and breathes it if she gets into the rhythm of it (saltwater is much easier, but freshwater works, too.)