#he’s an ass and j love him

[crybaby-bkg]

I want piercer Dabi and I want him NOW!!!!!!!!!!……

I just think he’d have such a terrible reputation for being so standoffish and unfriendly and rude with the customers, but it’s only from the WIMPS!!! and when you go in, nervous but excitable and jittery, he can’t help but lay on that Dabi ‘charm’ that typically leaves him a nasty review online.

but you love it because he’s low key hilarious and makes you feel so comfortable with how open and honest he is about everything. breaks your heart tho when he tells you that certain piercings aren’t compatible with your anatomy but makes up for it by offering up another piercing for half off the pricing!!

you get your lip pierced, and he’s holding your jaw with a surprising amount of gentleness. turns you this way and that before he tuts that he’s gonna give you a vertical labret instead of the snake bites you originally came in for, tells you how the former is much cooler, how pretty you’ll look with it. he’s so cheeky, pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, a ‘requirement’ to make sure your lip won’t reject the piercing (he can’t tell this way, he just wants to touch you and watch how clouded your eyes get).

he’s full of praise but only for his best customers (just you). calls you good and sweet and a little crybaby, but only when you whine or whimper. tells you how good you take it for him, smirks when he watches your thighs shift and clench against each other.

oooooohhhh and imagine you want a tattoo too and he does them as well????? hour long sessions of a bat winged heart as a tramp stamp that he can’t help but drool over. the way you’re bent over, how you moan a little in discomfort, look back over your shoulder to see your progress. he’s hard the entire session, and convinces you to come back for another long, detailed tattoo in a risqué area just so he can see you, smell you, feel you again. whore.

[signanothername]

He’s not impressed with your self destructive behavior

[mochiajclayne]

aside from the fact that everyone can't figure out the depth of naruto and sasuke's bond, it's genuinely so funny that on the surface, they know just how much those boys influence each other because kakashi openly says that naruto's driving force is sasuke then obito says that naruto was meant to be the pawn to test sasuke. it even came to the point that all you need to do is say their name and the other one would fucking react. orochimaru perfected that tactic and triggered feral naruto. they might not understand that bond but they know how it works on surface level. and they take advantage of it.

[dhmis-autism]

a few experimental ducks in dresses originally made to mess with some brushes, then some palettes, then some textures...

do yourself a favor and listen to some caro emerald while you look at these ones lol!

[professionalidiot32]

he’s a facebook mom to a weird egg first, and a silly little guy who wants to destroy the world second

he just wants to make a perfect world guys (replace every person and pokemon with a togepi)

[island-in-the-shadows]

Armand: toys with Daniel, sasses him, all the horrors him, etc.

Me: Sure. Personal demon and all...

Louis: Humiliates and belittles Daniel.

Me: (makes a call) Hi Blade, I have a target for you.

[owtenen]

losing my mind imagining etho driving in his car irl listening to misery business like what the fuck

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Sorry yall in my Fabian Aramais Seacaster hours you can’t stop me

[reinabeestudio]

Taking her home

[littencloud9]

i love u nekoma & karasuno i love you SO MUCH

[evilbeing]

I fucking love Altaïr

He's such an interesting character

I love his dynamics between all the characters. I love how he Is written. I love the way he dev through the game. He started out as an extremly feared assassin. Legends were told about him. Besides his skills he was still "damaging" the Brotherhood rules and stuff by being too proud. They let a protagonist to be proud and (a Little) mean. They gave him the weight of being the reasons for Kadar's death. (Ik some of yall can Say its not actually his fault but thats not important, thats still what it seems at least to Malik's eyes)

ALSO HE SILLY??? HE SO COOL THE FUCKING ANGEL OF DEATH AND HE CAN'T SWIM??? HE FELLS IN LOVE WITH HIS ENEMY ??

Also he so cool he can Jump looking like an Angel, he is not afraid, he challenges his master, his robe makes him look like an Eagle, in fact his name means Eagle.... I love BIRDS ESPECIALLY EANGLES. AND ANGELS AND FEATHERS . AND HE IS RELATED TO ALL OF THAT WJHSHFJUD💔💔like Bro I want to be him so bad hes literally everything I want to be🤬 Literally me HE SO ME YALL DONT UNDERSTAND WE BOTH HAVE AN ARABIC NAME PLEASEEEE me fr

Hes probably my ancestor guys I might be Desmond 🙏 or Ezio...

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 10 Quote highlights:

The soft voice was deceptive—Aedion had learned that these weeks. Perhaps a weapon in its own right, to make people believe him gentle-hearted and weak. To mask the sharp mind and sharper instincts behind it.

As if these troops weren't for their queen, hadn't come for Aelin when she'd called. As if the Bane served anyone else.

Ren blew out a breath toward the tent's high ceiling. A large space, but unadorned. They hadn't time or resources to furnish it into a proper war tent, setting up only a cot, a few braziers, and this table, along with a copper tub behind a curtain in the rear. As soon as this meeting was over, he'd find someone to fill it for him.

Had Aelin been here, she might have heated it within a heartbeat. He shut out the tightness in his chest. Had Aelin been here, one breath from her and the five thousand troops they'd exhausted themselves killing today would have been ash on the wind

None of the lords around him had questioned where their queen was. Why she hadn't been on the field today. Perhaps they hadn't dared.

Aedion stopped long enough to greet those men, to ofter a hand on the shoulder or a word of reassurance. Some would last the night. Many wouldn't. He halted at other fires as well. To commend the fighting done, whether the soldiers hailed from Terrasen or the Wastes or Wendlyn. At a few of them, he even shared in their ales or meals. Rhoe had taught him that—the art of making his men want to follow him, die for him. But more than that, seeing them as men, as people with families and friends, who had as much to risk as he did in fighting here. It was no burden, despite the exhaustion creeping over him, to thank them for their courage, their swords. But it did take time. The sun had fully set, the muddy camp cast in deep shadows amid the fires, by the time he neared Kyllian's tent.

"Aedion."

He'd know that voice if he were blind.

Lysandra stepped from behind a tent, her face clean despite her muddy clothes.

He halted, finally feeling the weight of the dirt and gore on himself. "What."

"Is this some attempt to reenter my good graces?" He was too tired, too weary, to bother beating around the truth.

Her emerald eyes went as cold as the winter night around them. "I don't give a damn about your good graces. I care about this army being worn down with unnecessary movements."

She'd been in some small, unnoticed form. Precisely why so many kingdoms and courts had hunted down and killed any shifters. Unparalleled spies and assassins.

She crossed her arms. "If you don't want me sitting in on your war councils, then say so." He took in her face, her stiff posture. Exhaustion lay heavy on her, her golden skin pale and eyes haunted. He didn't know where she was staying in this camp. If she even had a tent. Guilt gnawed on him for a heartbeat.

"When, exactly, will our queen make her grand return?"

Her mouth tightened. "Tonight, if you think it wise."

"To miss the battle and only appear to bask in the glory of victory? I doubt the troops would find that heartening."

"Then tell me where, and when, and I'll do it."

"Just as you blindly obeyed our queen, you'll now obey me?"

"I obey no man," she snarled. "But I'm not fool enough to believe I know more about armies and soldiers than you do. My pride is not so easily bruised."

Aedion took a step forward. "And mine is?"

"What I did, I did for her, and for this kingdom. Look at these men, your men-look at the allies we've gathered and tell me that if they knew the truth, they would be so eager to fight."

"The Bane fought when we believed her dead. It would be no different."

"It might be for our allies. For the people of Terrasen." She didn't back down for a moment. "Go ahead and punish me for the rest of your life. For a thousand years, if you wind up Settling."

With Gavriel for his father, he might very well. He tried not to dwell on the possibility. He'd barely interacted with the Fae royals or their soldiers beyond what was necessary. And they mostly kept to themselves. Yet they did not sneer at him for his demi-Fae status; didn't really seem to care what blood flowed in his veins so long as he kept them alive.

"We have enough enemies as it is," Lysandra went on. "But if you truly wish to make me one of them as well, that's fine. I don't regret what 1 did, nor will I ever."

"Fine," was all he could think to say.

She shrewdly looked him over. As if weighing the man within. "It was real, Aedion," she said. "All of it. I don't care if you believe me or not. But it was real for me."

He couldn't bear to hear it. "I have a meeting," he lied, and stepped around her. "Go slither off somewhere else."

Hurt flashed in her eyes, quickly hidden. He was the worst sort of bastard for it.

She was a stupid fool. A stupid fool, to have said anything, and to now feel something in her chest crumpling. She had enough dignity left not to beg. To not watch Aedion go into Kyllian's tent and wonder if it was for a meeting, or because he was seeking to remind himself of life after so much killing today. To not give one inch of space to the burning in her eyes. Lysandra made her way toward the comfortable tent Sol of Suria had given her near his. A kind, sharply clever man—who had no interest in women. The younger brother, Ravi, had eyed her, as all men did. But he'd kept a respectful distance, and had talked to her, not her chest, so she liked him, too. Didn't mind having a tent in their midst. An honor, actually. She'd gone from having to crawl into the beds of lords, doing whatever they asked of her with a smile, to fighting beside them. And she was now a lady herself. One whom both the Lords of Suria and the Lord of Allsbrook recognized, despite Darrow spitting on it. It might have filled her with gladness had battle not worn her out so completely that the walk back to the tent seemed endless. Had the general-prince not filleted her spirit so thoroughly. Every step was an effort, the mud sucking at her boots.

[acting-pterygii]

i’ve been listening to nothing but francis forever and i’m your man Mitski for the past six hours so obviously it’s benvolio montague angst time!! i attempted to do some rendering but it’s pretty rough :( someday i’ll get good at rendering. but that day is not today.

characters in order from left to right are valentine, benvolio, and mercutio. designs are taken from Toho 2019 RetJ, white cast. the text and premise are taken from this fic! the original is in russian, and i google translated it into english. btw mercutio never actually appears in the fic but he is mentioned briefly. so i have to draw him now.

alternate versions + closeups under the cut :)

1. without text 2. no text + no funky ghost effects for merc

3. valentine 4. benvolio 5. mercutio

[rainbowpufflez]

Got around to redesigning an old (now ex) Team Galactic oc

[nicoscheer]

Championship rounds. Mucho hurto with big @Mileskane

That sensei at the end of Willie’s turn got me cackling

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[sundial-bee-scribbles]

hai guys :3