#happy endings everywhere

[choccy-milky]

herbology class 🌹🌿 (from chap 2 of my fic!)

[zodiac-monkey]

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[cleocatrablossy]

She would be a haunted house kid in high school.

After this it was agreed that Mabel has to give some warning before she pops up after more practice so as to not give anyone a heart attack.

[carlyraejepsans]

One thing I think people forget is that sans probably wouldn’t talk about missing his home and never being able to go back and giving up unless he absolutely felt he had to

with frisk he’s pretty sure that’s the time traveler that could very well end the entire world. He’s trying to reason with em as a someone he’s hoping could be a friend at that point because he’d really rather not have that happen

In geno is IS the end of the world and he’s hoping you’ll realize this is stupid and cruel and reset. It’s not like he’d have this conversation on a random Tuesday with papyrus

yeah agreed, sans goes out of his way to not talk to/with papyrus about their life before the underground. remember the newsletter q&a? (this is more a theory, but judging from their behavior i personally think papyrus is an amnesiac/sans thinks he is, and he's trying to spare him the grief of remembering).

his memories and mementos are stored behind his house for a reason, he's had his realization that he'll never go back already: there's no sense in reopening that wound again if he has an option to avoid the topic.

[akirathedramaqueen]

No rest for the wicked

What often keeps my mind occupied and worried for the last couple of... weeks, or even months, maybe, is what might happen to Stolas's relationship with Octavia in the near future.

We know something bad is brewing. The trailer gave us enough information to freak out but learn nothing from it. I think though that I have found yet another foreshadowing, and I am sad I did. I was not sure if I should post it since predictions and speculations are not quite my style, but fuck it, I’ll roll with it. I want you to suffer with me <3 Besides, after yesterday's @tealvenetianmask's wonderful post about Stella and how society enables her behavior, and my rambly reblog, which delves more into Stolas's relationships with Octavia and how they are affected, I decided I need to let it out of my system.

So, you see... while I believe this screenshot is our last hope for us, the Stolitz nation—that these two dumbasses will have ANOTHER chance to talk properly...

It implies that something arguably worse than their breakup is going to happen. Something on the 'whole palace is in ice and Stolas is in immediate mortal danger' level of 'worse.' Something bad enough to make them forget all the shit they’ve gone through with their disastrous miscommunication and unite to face a common threat.

Andrealphus.

Something that would make Stolas to leave quickly and forcibly. Run for his life. Disappear, sweeping off his trail, without Octavia knowing...

And let her think he ran off with Blitzø.

Are you gonna run off with him and leave me behind? Go away, where I can't find you?

Make her run around the palace looking for him and not being able to find him. Because he isn’t there.

Daddy! Daddy... I had a dream! A really bad dream! I was looking all over the palace, and I couldn't find you anywhere! You weren't there!

And the worst part is that it would make her assume the worst: that he left her behind just for a weird red dickhead.

Why?

Because Stolas's relationship with Blitzø has caused a rift between the prince and his daughter.

Because he, unfortunately, has never told her what kind of mother Stella is, or what she has done to him. She is left to believe everything was okay until that imp came around, seduced her father, ruined her family, and wrecked her home.

Because Stolas grew distant and forgot about the important stellar event he promised to show her. Was he wrong for it? Of course not! Stella made everything to throw him off the rails completely that morning. But Octavia still has the right to be upset.

Not to mention that she’s nowhere to be found since that night in Los Angeles… Why isn’t she around? Is she resentful toward him? Is she being kept from him? Or is he keeping her at arm's length because of the assassination attempt and his deteriorating state of mind? What happened?

I can already see how Stella and Andrealphus could use all of it against Stolas, grooming Octavia and simmering her in hatred for him. Bluntly lying about true reasons Stolas fled.

Stolas kept silent about the abuse he survived, hoping to protect Octavia and let her live a perfect childhood. But instead, she won’t have a single soul to support her, since Stolas will be chased off and hated. By her. Surrounded by vultures who now prey on her, who have couped her father and forced him to break the solemn, earnest promise he made to her.

What?... No! No, no, never! I'd never do that. Never...

How fucking tragic is that?

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

can't forget these losers. mondo n taka

mondo is the ultimate cyclist. he and his brother ran a bike shop that he wants to make the best in the world, which is not related to why he liked biking. he just likes going fast

his brother was in a biking accident. there's some rumors that mondo staged the accident so he could become the ultimate cyclist

he can't have his pompadour because of biking helmets but he dyes his hair still bc it's cool as fuck

taka is the ultimate martial artist. after his grandpa's misconduct brought shame to the family, he decided to try restoring it through the renowned sport of honorable combat

is never not thinking about focus and discipline. tries to hide his relationship to his family in contests and school so that he never wins or loses a match because of rage alone

his grades and school conduct are still really good

[1tsjusty0u]

iyomiel wanted to bring sissel with him. during tje wjhole revenge plot he had sissel with him. he was in that bag the entire time. henwould be brought alone the whole trip ghe whole time. his best friend. in that bag. he was there the whole time. he was there. he wouldve brougjt that suticase everywhwrrw because his friend was in there

[zemi-noelle-art]

The hardest part of my Halloween costume is done! Can you guess who I'm gonna be? :)

[multiverse-singularity]

The Book of Bill has sunk in for me and I think Bill should've been killed more than once, one time is simply not enough.

Stanford Pines deserves his happiness and family, so glad he got it at the end of the series.

[winterisol]

im in the trees, im in the breeze (2/?)

Rosquez Future Reconciliation Fic (2028-TBD)

Part One. || Part Three.

Word Count: 2.2k words Warning(s): This is not in chronological order, aka. this is a flashback, also a lot of angst :D

Valentino has a legacy to maintain. And he has an army of young italian riders to carry it. Yet, one seems to have always been a little bit different. Because the more Valentino looked at the kid, the more he saw him. He swears he's being haunted. Or whatever gods that exist have made it their life mission to make him suffer. To remind him of his sins.

Valentino always dreamed of creating his own academy. The idea of training the next generation of great motorcyclists, a tantalising dream which he was drawn to like a moth to the light.

But that idea was for the future. When Valentino cemented his legacy. When he achieved his tenth and retired in a blaze of glory. Valentino never thought it would come so abruptly.

It began in 2011, when his father suddenly called him, almost begging Valentino over the phone to go and meet one of his old friend’s sons. Uncertain, but irked by the desperation of his father, Valentino agreed to meet the kid, inviting the kid and the kid's father to Tavullia. 

Valentino didn't know what he expected.

The kid was young, aggressive and reckless. But that came with the age, he was only 17.

However, it was the kid off-track which really intrigued Valentino, as much as the kid was recklessly rapid, offtrack the kid was clearly smart, and laidback. As they took a break from riding, the kid sunk into the chair comfortably, fiddling with his leathers, before casually striking a conversation, despite his eyes bright with the same shiny admiration almost anyone has the first time they meet Valentino.

The kid's intelligence also meant that he was fast at learning, and by the end of the day the kid could comfortably follow Valentino around the Ranch. Valentino would never admit this until years later, but the kid quickly wormed his way into Valentino's heart. Enough so that Valentino invited the kid over the following month.

This kid’s name was Franco Morbidelli, and from that day on it was history.

In the next year and a half, Valentino would invite Franco over during his breaks. They would spend hours on track, Valentino coaching him on every corner and straight. It gave Valentino a purpose, a distraction from the disaster that was Ducati. 

Franco, or as he insisted on being called Franky, began to open up more. He would talk about his family and school. He'd talk about how his Dad used to also ride, and how coming to Tavuilla was always the highlight of his week.

Valentino quickly picked up that Rome was not that much of a happy place for the Morbidelli family, Franky often talking about how kids make fun of his accent that he gets from his mom, or how his father works long hours, only returning home as the clock strikes midnight.

Sometimes Valentino found himself wanting to ask more, but what could he ask?

It wasn’t like it was any of his business. So he stayed quiet, hoping that the joy Franky seemed to have at Tavullia was enough to outweigh the struggles at home. 

Then in the week following New Years day Valentino got an abrupt call from Franky’s mother. Her voice shaking as she told him the news. Franky’s father passed away and Franky would no longer be able to train with Valentino in Tavullia, or compete in motorcycles again.

Stood in shock, Valentino tried to find words, only for nothing to come out.

Taking a deep breath, he continued to search for words, something to comfort her. And perhaps it was the longing look of Livio Morbedelli, Franky's father. Or, perhaps he was just feeling particularly generous that odd January morning, but whatever possessed Valentino that night he would forever be thankful for.

By the next morning he had arranged for Franky and his mother to move into a house next to the ranch, telling Franky’s mother it would not only give Franky a chance at his dreams, but also give them a much needed change in scenery.

For the rest of 2013 Valentino would quietly support Franky’s endeavours in Moto2, giving snacks, advice, and a private shoulder to cry on. It was a nice small thing, almost like having a new little brother. But like most things Valentino touches, it didn’t stay small for long. 

In 2014 Valentino would create his very own Moto3 team, and sign a particularly interesting talent, Francesco Bagnaia, or as he was affectionately referred as, Pecco. 

Before his own eyes, the VR46 Academy quickly grew into something more, the once small hangouts with Franky turning into a reasonably sized class around the track.

And like school not every kid got along at first. It was no secret that hosting private races around the Ranch with half a dozen teenage boys was a breeding ground for fights. But as time passed the kids began to change. They began to grow as competitors, as riders, as people, but most of all they began to grow closer together.

The group of kids turned from a ragtag group of teenagers who's only commonality was their love for racing and  worship of Valentino Rossi into something more, a family. 

And as they continued to grow, their personalities began to solidify, each unique yet similar in their own ways. The media liked to joke that they were all similar in that they all inherited the best aspects of Valentino.

Franky’s relaxed demeanour, always lounging back as the younger boys bickered over who had the best lap or sense of style.

Pecco’s charisma, his sharp gaze being more than enough to shut down any arguments between the boys.

Luca’s pragmatism, his ability to analyse every movement on and off track, calmly explaining why Bezz's lap times were still slower than Pecco's or why Franky was losing a tenth in every left corner.

Marco’s passion, always ready to compete, whether it's for the best laps times around the Ranch or in a silly game of monopoly.

And then there was Celestino, the baby, who the media used to say that he was like young Valentino, charming off-track and absolutely captivating on-track. The new young talent from Italy, climbing the ranks at alarming rates.

But all of this was nothing more than media speculation, people whose lives depended on pandering towards the god of MotoGP.

They never mentioned how Bezz took everything on track to heart. 

They never mentioned how Pecco was cruel with his words, playing the media game with almost terrifying accuracy, every cutting comment purposely chosen to cause the most pain. 

They never mentioned how Luca had an ego, an ego that convinced him that he could fix what even those greater than him were unable to correct. 

They never mentioned how Franky was struggling to live up to his promises. 

And they never, ever mentioned how Celestino was petty, clinging onto the pain of others rather than letting it die.

No, instead, Valentino quietly observed these traits. Watching as each and every of these ugly parts manifest in each boy. A painful reminder of how human he was.

However, the most heart wrenching was seeing his kids act similar to him.

It hit him first when he saw Pecco apologising for an incident between himself and Jorge, immediately holding up his hands and taking blame. Valentino would never admit to a mistake so willingly .

It then hit him again when watching Luca unabashedly laughing with Enea Bastianini. The two boys giggling in Enea’s garage as the mechanics began preparing for the final race of the Moto2 season. Valentino would never even try to be so openly affectionate to a title rival.

But the worst of it was Celestino, perhaps it was another reason for the decline in their relationship, who when breaking his collarbone for the third time insisted that it didn’t hurt and that he was fit enough to race. No one believed him, but the stupid medical centre, clearing Celestino to race. Valentino cared too much about his own life to ever think about risking it, especially when it's not even for a win.

Luca once sat his brother down and straight up asked if he hated Celestino because he saw parts of him in the kid. Valentino dismissed it, telling Luca that he could never hate Celestino, and that the only similarities between Celestino and him was the RedBull sponsorship.

Luca scoffed.

-

He saw him in Celestino’s carefree laughter, competitive streak, but worst of all, his eyes, shiny and bright. The gaze of love and warmth. Except those shiny eyes were not directed at him, no, instead they directed themselves onto the one Academy boy who everyone said was the most similar to him. Marco.

The boy who worshipped Valentino as a kid. The boy who listened to every single word that fell from Valentino's mouth. The boy who could never understand the line between reality and on track delusions. The boy who did everything to hate him.

Valentino felt himself suffocating every time he was in a room with both boys, Marco’s obliviousness to Celestino’s gaze a painful reminder of a time of his life where he was the same, willfully ignorant.

It felt like being burned, and Valentino could not bear to feel any more pain. So he did what he did best, pull away.

At first Valentino thought his withdrawal from Celestino was unnoticeable, spending slightly less time in the VR46 garage in Moto2, pulling away from Celestino’s embrace a few seconds quicker, and focusing less on him when the boys practised. 

It just so happened it was the same time Celestino got close to him.

And from there it crumbled.

Valentino still remembers the day vividly. It was a cloudy morning in Tavullia but the boys were already awake, most of them sat eating breakfast while talking about their Summer break. In the background the August sun was lazily rising, its light providing warmth to Valentino who was frying the eggs.

Then suddenly the front door opened and Marco was the first to shoot up, immediately running to the main entrance, the loud bang and muffled words being a sign that Marco had found whoever was dropping by.

Luca trailed after Marco, his voice slightly muffled by the distance as he said, “Celin, you arrived early.” 

“Yeah, I was busy.” Valentino could hear the young boy reply.

And soon the three boys walked in, Marco still clinging onto Celestino, his arms draped over the younger boy’s shoulders.

“Vale.” Celestino greets softly, smiling.

“Celestino, come sit we’re eating breakfast.” Valentino greets back, turning back to the eggs and transferring them to a plate.

Sitting across from Celestino, Valentino focused on finishing his breakfast.

“Ah, Celin, what's got you busy this summer? Finally found a partner?” Pecco teases jokingly reaching to ruffle the younger boy's curls.

Celestino shakes his head, saying, “Nah, I was with Marc-”

And to this day Valentino doesn’t know what overtook him. Perhaps it was due to his lack of sleep, or how Marc was on his mind since the morning. But suddenly Valentino slammed the table, curling his lips as he venomously spat, “What are you, his newest shiny chew toy to rough around with?” 

“Vale-” Luca reprimanded, blue eyes staring piercingly, only to be cut off by Celestino.

“No, I in fact didn’t even go riding with him, which you would know if you ever checked my schedule!” Celestino yelled, face turning red, lips shaking.

“Did you even know where I was before I came here? Did you even check what sponsor events I have? Because if you did I would hope you have enough of a brain to put one and one together and get two!” Celestino continued, taking a deep breath, seething as he glared at Valentino.

With no response, Celestino’s hands began to tremble, lips curling into an ugly snarl as he said, “Well, because you don’t even seem to have the time to look at our shared calendar, I was in France signing with Tech3 KTM. And then I went to a RedBull event with another MotoGP rider called Marc Marquez. You might have heard of him, kinda famous and important for RedBull."

“Celestino-” Valentino began, only for nothing else to come out.

"You know I was asked if I wanted to immediately announce my commitment to KTM, but I told the team to wait. To wait until the next race so I could tell YOU before it was announced! How stupid of me to think you cared.”

Rubbing away tears, Bezz tried to reach over, only for Celestino to pull his arm away.

“I know I’ve been a disappointment, but I was hoping that you’d at least care enough to see that I was going to achieve my dream this week.” Celestino said, shaking. 

“I, I just wanted to make you proud. I still remember nervously telling you that RedBull gave me a better sponsorship offer than Monster. Back then you told me it was fine, that a sponsor meant nothing. But I see how it is, no matter what I do, as long as I bear any mark similar to Marc I will never be accepted here.”

And Celestino left the table, immediately heading out, and Valentino just sat there, like an idiot. As Marco chased after his best friend, Pecco picked at his food and Luca glared dangerously at his brother.

Finally meeting his younger brother’s gaze, Valentino cowering as Luca pointed his finger at the main entrance, eyes piercing, lips pursed, and face hardened as two simple words left Luca’s mouth.

“Fix this.”

He didn't.

[spitinsideme]

Any thoughts on the new trailer?

going to beso honest like righr now, lime COMELTY honest righr now, i actually do not care for tadc lime .. at all .. it is not a show id usually watch and when it does come out i will probably not watch ir unless im feing like watching ragapom moments i guess ? it juat isnr sowmthing i actually care aboit .. so sorry to you all i am actually not a tadc fan 💔 heartbreaking im sure, i juat am a daily distrubutor for ragapom art

ive heard about it rhoifh from posts ? the like princesss of sweets or soemthig, she seems pretty i guess ?? sowmrhing aboit pomni beong jelaous for ragatba and the sweets princess, old woman yuri idonrknkw my sources are from gay artists but looks good o guess 👍 im sure it will be fun !

[mx-myth]

Post-canon difang amnesia au where someone decides that di feisheng needs to die once and for all. They don't exactly succeed but once again dfs loses his memory. When he wakes up on the bank of a river all he has is three words written on his palm: find fang duobing.

He picks himself up and finds that when he asks around everyone is all too happy to tell him about fdb. Oh yes! That gongzi, they tell him, he's a hero! He's going to kill the number one villain in the jianghu!

Dfs doesn't know it yet but whoever made that attempt on his life threw fdb under the bus. It's meant to be another donghai-sized misunderstanding except that he's lost his memories.

He continues onward and eventually finds himself at Tianji Manor. The servant who lets him in is wide-eyed but when he asks for fdb their face turns downright scared. He's timidly informed that their shaoye is out right now.

That's fine, dfs says. He plops down right there to wait.

Master He, who has perhaps not seen her son since li lianhua was supposed to be at the beach, is told of this situation. She's heard the rumors that her son is looking to kill dfs and, half-believing this, storms out to give him a piece of her mind.

Dfs is wildly confused about why this woman is yelling at him. He's vaguely scared of her but it's not because he finds her intimidating. He doesn't know why.

Luckily this is the moment that fdb arrives home. He's tired and exhausted and forcing himself to take a break from his search for llh. "Niang!" He calls.

And then he stops. Dfs stares at him around his mother. "Lao-Di?" He says. His voice is wavering and cracks in the middle.

He stands and stumbles towards him. They meet in the middle of the yard and fdb looks like he wants to hug him but he thrusts his palm out at him before he can. "Fang Duobing?"

Fdb stares at it before taking it and cradling his hand in his own. His eyes are as huge as the moon when he looks at him. "A-Fei?"

Dfs may not know the difference but he can feel it. Whoever he was before was this boy's Lao-Di but right now he's his A-Fei. The name knocks a single memory loose - knowing nothing, like he does now, and a warm and familiar voice calling him A-Fei. He looks at him and clutches at his hands. "Who am I?"

So on top of the search for llh fdb and a-fei have to hunt down whoever tried to kill dfs. Fdb knows how to exist with dfs; without the barrier of llh, he's lost on what to do with a-fei. But they relearn how to work together, how to coexist, and step by step a-fei regains his memories.

[forestanomaly]

East slavic naming guide

From a ukrainian artist who grew up in russia-influenced culture and has russian friends. Probably can also be applied to other east slavic nationalities, but I can't talk for them, so I strongly advice to do additional research.

So, you desided to make a character that is russian, ukrainian, belorussian or perhaps rusyn. It is very nice, we'd love some representation! But how to name your new east slavic creature in a way that would sound right for their real counterparts? Let's go over some frequent mistakes I notice in names of slavic characters.

Structure of the name

Our names consist of name, patronymic (usually) and surname. There can be exeptions from the established rule, but usually name and surname is a must.

Name

Gender is stupid, but if you want to be aware of it, then please mind which gender the chosen name represents. There are names that can be considered unisex in their nickname form, like Alexander (m) and Alexandra (f) is commonly redused to Sasha (f/m/whatever), or Evgeniy (m) and Evgeniya (f) can be nicknamed Zhenya (f/m/whatever). Mind that nicknames are usually used by friends and family, and it is considered polite and respectful to refer to a person you don't really know/who is much older than you or is of a higher rank or position by their full name and patronymic/matronymic (ex. "...so my teacher, Alla Ivanovna..." "Andrey Romanovich, can I ask you something about the task you gave us earlier?") (more on that later) Full, unshortened version of the name is rarely used in friendly and family settings, especially if the name is long and common. No friend or family would call you Vladislav if they don't mean it in comedic way or using your Full Name (tm) when they're angry (you know what I mean, your parents do that too), on a day-by-day basis people who know you would usually just call you Vlad. I encourage you to look up common nicknames for names when you choose them and to think about how other characters would refer to your east slavic depending on their manneurisms and relationships. Some nicknames are more often used in sertain settings than others, for example, here's name Sergey. Common nickname is Serezha/Serega, but on the streets (tm) it can be shortened to Seryi, which literraly means Gray, so have fun with that.

Surname

Please please PUHLEASE WATCH THE ENDINGS OF THE SURNAMES Most of the words in east slavic languages are gendered, especially surnames and patronymic/matronymics, that change their endings depending on who they belong to! Ex: If a character is male, then his SurnameNamePatronymic would be Sobolev Alexander Vasilyevich. If a character is female, her SNP would be Soboleva Alexandra Vasilyevna. You see where I'm going, right? There are some surnames that don't change, like Onyshenko, or Yakovenko, for example, that stay the same, no matter who they belong to. Be aware of that when you choose a surname and check how it changes and if it does at all, please. We would appreciate it greatly.

Patronymic/matronymic

Most of the time you meet people with patronymics, aka derivative word from the name of their father. It is uncommon, but not unheard of, for people to have matronymics (same but with their mother's name) or have neither. They pretty much always change depending on the gender of a person, ex.: There is a dude named Bogdan. His son would have patronymic Bogdanovich, his daughter - Bogdanovna, and his nonbinary child would probably choose a plural form of the word - Bogdanovni, but there are no rules for that in languages I know, so I'd ask actual east slavic nonbinary people how they go about that. People usually actually use patronymics/matronymics combined with full names in official settings. NP/NM is usually used by students when they reffer to teachers, by subodrinates when they talk to their boss, by kids when they talk to their friend's parents and etc. It's basically ms./mrs./mr. of the east slavic languages. It is also common for older people to call each other only by patronymic/matronymic if they know each other well, like if they are neighbours, colleagues or friends. They also usually shorten the patronymics/matronymics when they do that, so Ivanovich becomes Ivanich and so on. People younger than, like, fourty, usually don't do that and just use names if they know each other well. It's always good to double-check the spelling and pronounciation of specific everything (name, surname, patronymic/matronymic), because boy do they hold linguistic surprises. Thank you for reading, have fun, do your research, don't be afraid to try new things and ask questions!

[ecto-stone]

No need to Work up so much Vladdy. Just sit Back and enjoy the absolute chao that about to happen.

[cuethe-laughtrack]

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