#for simplicity's sake

[gamebunny-advance]

Huwah~

I finally got around to starting the fanarts challenge thing, so look forward to that (hopefully) getting posted within the next couple of days~

I managed to get 8 requests~ 5 are familiar faces (characters I've drawn at least once before) and 3 are new ones.

[daily-hyosatsu]

Today, a name with two useful kanji and a hundred million potential pronunciations. 都築 can be read (deeeep breath) Tsuzuki, Tsuzuku, Tsutsuki, Tsuzura, Tsutsugi, Tsutsui, Tsuki, Tsukiji, Tsukizu, Tsukizuku, Tsuchiku, Tsujiku, Tsukushi, Tsuguchi, Totsugi, Totsuki, Tochiku, Tozuki, Tokizu, Miyakochiku, Miyachiku, Kunimichi. And these are the only ones of which the news has come to Harvard! There may be many others, but they haven’t been discovered. (x)

都 means capital or metropolis. It's read miyako, to, or tsu. It's used in place names, like 東京都 Tōkyō-to (the official name for Tokyo),

築 means to build, construct, or fabricate. It's read kizu.ku or chiku. After all that, you deserve some simple kanji, no?

[softquietsteadylove]

How about Thenamesh Oce Queen/ Tyrant King AU a little backstory about Thena teaching Gil how to throw knives? :D would be interesting

Thena tried not to groan as she pushed aside yet another paper. There was so much to sort through after being gone for so long. It wasn't her fault she'd been poisoned!--and even now that she was back, it would be a stretch to say she was completely recovered.

Kingo and Karun had done a valiant job of running the business in her absence, but even now, there was enough to check over that she was considering never leaving her office ever again.

Gil tossed another knife at her 'dart board' (really, it was a corkboard with other business connections on it).

Thena didn't even look up, "you're flicking your wrist too much."

Gil sat up from where he'd been slouching so low he was practically lying down on her couch. "What's that, Sweetness?"

"Your wrist, you're moving it to much," she muttered, scribbling on paper after paper. "Think of it more as a frisbee."

"A what?"

Thena sighed. Maybe this was the end of what she was going to be able to get done today for work. She set her pen down and looked up at him finally. "When you flick with your wrist, you change the knife's trajectory. They're weighted at the handle, almost like an arrow. If you throw with your arm and let go at the right time, it will fly straighter."

Gilgamesh looked down at the knives left in his hand and gave it another shot. What she said was true! He was still off, but it hadn't flown completely off course this time. "I did it!"

Thena bit back a smile. His excitement was maybe a little bit cute, but he didn't need to know that. "I wouldn't say that if your target is sill able to come after you."

Gil faked a long, dramatic sigh and looked at her, "will you help me, Ice?"

"Gil-" she sighed, sagging in her chair. She was exhausted just from signing papers all day.

"Please, Princess?" he tried again. She looked up at the shift in his tone. He looked down at the knife in his hand, "I...what if someone comes after you?"

"Gil," she rolled her eyes, but soon discovered he was being serious.

"Really, Thena," he said more softly, standing to walk over to her. He gripped the knife in his hand. "You're still not fully recovered, and there's only so much I can do to protect you."

"I have people for that," she frowned.

"So do I," he shrugged without hesitation. "It's not enough, sometimes."

He had a point. Thena looked between his sad puppy dog expression and the knife in his hand. No one else had ever been allowed to touch them and she had let him occupy himself with them while he waited for her to be done with work.

"Angle your hips more."

Gil blinked as Thena rose from her chair and walked over to him. He let her guide him back to the corkboard and position him. Her hands ran over him, setting his shoulders, turning his hips as desired.

"Keep your arm steady," she advised quietly, her breath close to his ear. "Think of it as closing the distance between you and your enemy."

He risked a glance at her with a smile, "you have a real poetry when it comes to this stuff, huh?"

"Focus," she drawled, turning his head back to the target again. She raised his arm for him. "Don't think of it as throwing the knife. Think of pushing it forward yourself."

Gil took in a breath, thinking of the day he might have to throw one of these at someone coming at the Ice Queen--his Thena.

Thena watched passively as he made another throw, this one actually landing in one of the photos posted. "Not bad."

Gil looked at her, although she immediately moved him back into position. He chuckled, "must be my hot teacher."

"So insubordinate," she rolled her eyes at him. Once she was satisfied with his stance again, she let go, "again."

"Again."

"Again, higher."

"Again, faster."

"Y'know, Princess," Gil spun the knife in his hand before his toss, letting his improvements fuel his confidence. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

Thena shook her head at him. He was lucky she loved him. "Well, do you?"

Gil blinked as she leaned up, only to slip the knife out of his hand for herself. "D-Do I-?"

"Know better?" she laughed, tossing hers over her shoulder and directly into the clock on her wall, stopping it before it hit the hour.

"Okay, okay, you win," Gil conceded, quietly pleased with the smile he got for it. That was the last of their throwing knives anyway. "What do you want for your prize?"

"Hm," Thena sighed, her fatigue coming over her again. Maybe it was a little too obvious - or maybe Gilgamesh was a little too good at reading her - because he had her in his arms in an instant. "Anything?"

"Anything," he whispered, kissing her temple and then her cheek.

Thena grinned, stopping him before he could get to her lips. Not that she was opposed to it in any way, but she most certainly didn't have the energy to keep up with him for even the gentlest of sessions. "Tteokbokki?"

Gil just smiled, his lips pressing against her fingers. He leaned down, kissing just beside her lips, "I'll have them delivered."

"That sounds perfect," Thena sighed, leaning against him heavier (and barely noticing as he pulled her into his lap on the couch).

[againstme]

third person ive seen on the dash drunk tonight. what's in the water.. or, for me, vodka and orange juice

[duckfucker77]

>opens chapter 4 of book to do some writing

>changes how one sentence is written 4 times

>possibly thinking of changing it again

[plein-air-on-gorkhon]

image description: pixel art of a scene from pathologic classic in three color variations: earthy yellow orange, cool purples, and pale greens and blues. an odongh and factory worker sit by a fire behind the stillwater while a barely defined bachelor dankovsky approaches through the early morning fog

[efverse]

i like to think that rotom would be able to make different outfits for maggie if she asked...

[womenaremypriority]

Our culture posits brute strength as synonymous with strength altogether. This is why feminists are accused of thinking women are inferior when we mention women have significantly less raw strength than men. Think about how Darwin’s “survival of the fittest” is considered about how well an animal can win in a fight, instead of multiple aspects of strength both physical and mental. Brute strength has been considered the only part of physical strength that matters because it is the most immediate and obvious, and because it’s the area men succeed.

[dreamerlynx]

for @simplepotatofarmer's soul eater au: first rough idea - based a lot on @rainystressed247's design- is a lot darker overall with a bigger hoodie to convey a more closed off edgy vibe, my second and more final design builds on both and a little bit of kingdom hearts influence for a more anime protagonist vibe. soul eater dream: now with 300% more chains!

...you don't want to know how long I tried to figure out how to put a chain on his scarf

[speedlimit15]

touch grass=your perspective of the world is internet poisoned

touch flesh=your perception of the body is internet poisoned

[a-cat-in-toffee]

dave elizabeth strider and no one out here calling her lizz?

[starshapedspider]

messy render to celebrate rickbot’s survival. we will be back to our usual doodles momentarily

[tizzymcwizzy]

here are my stop motion and rotoscope animations i did for my video class! super duper proud of these,, they took way too long lmao

[psychotrenny]

While more of a general trend than a hard rule, I've noticed that that Straight people tend to say sexual things in the least sexual way possible while Gay people love talking about non-sexual things in the most sexual way possible. It's like

Straight guy making sexual advances: Hey girl wanna bouncy-bounce on my pogo stick till I shoot sticky ropes

Gay guy eating an ice cream: This is so fucking good I feel like an entire locker room is fucking my mouth and ass at the same time

[lakeofthesocknessmonster]

I'm huffing copium but supergiant knows what they're doing with Hermes and Charon.... they're cooking and we are EATING

[tainebot01]

I would like to officially welcome Eustace Winner to the "My Name Is A Cruel Joke My Paternal Figure Played On Me" club

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Eustace Winner from Ace Attorney and Hunter from The Owl House in a handshake, against a purple background. Both are looking towards the camera as if they are taking a picture and both have a look of concern on their faces. Eustace’s expression is significantly more distressed than Hunter’s. End Description]