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[untulithed]

i have a question for the people who read the comics/have better media literacy skills, cause i was just reading a dbd fic and got curious. When we see Edwin meet Charles for the first time he tells him about 'ghost rules', and basically teaches him how to be a ghost.

But like, i thought that Edwin JUST got out of hell, and went to the school first, and in the 7th episode we are shown that in hell, where edwin was ever since his death, their bodies were a lot more corporeal and probably did feel stuff like touch and pain, so very far from how he described ghosthood to be.

So did he learn all the 'ghost rules' in the few maybe hours he's been out of hell, or went to the school actually weeks after his escape, or did he just come up with them on the fly for Charles to make his death less scary and more cool?

[bikareka]

need to combine my interests that are not getting any (official) content rn.. Milgram x nilfruits i will be thinking…

[ronihilator]

SCREENCAP REDRAW OF LANCE! (ft. headcanons because fuck you)

[itz-lauryz]

Art Fight (again 🙃)

Lei belongs to @jasper00nb

[galaxythedragonshifter]

The feeling when you want to make your own fantasy world and you've tried so hard you've gotten to the point where you have no idea what you want

[istjury]

my csp just killed itself and now i dont have any of the downloaded stuff there and cant open any of my files thus i can't finish any of my works

im goig. isnane i dort even care if anyone can comprehend what im saying i just need to put it annywhere cause im a crybaby ew /lh

[starriink]

Are they on a date or is it a dating sim? You decide

[paradoxbeta]

didnt want to flood the dashboard but i couldnt in good faith leave these asks unthanked!! these were so sweet, i appreciate them all greatly

[triglycercule]

triglycercule..

STOP I HAVENT FINISHED MY THANK YOU ART FOR THE FIRST BUNDLE OF JK AU DRAWINGS YOU SENT ME AND NOW YOURE GIVING ME THE FULL VERSION OF THE FOURTH ON E??? 🙁🙁‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️🙏🙏😭😭😭😭 THEH LOOK SO CUTE AND ADORABLE ANS PERFECT YOU DRAW THEM SO WELL I LOVE THE GRAYSCALE LOOK AND SEEINF THEM WITH LEGS THIS TIME IS SOOO CUTE I LOVE SEEING LEGWARMERS I M GENUINELY TEEKING GEEKING DYING IM SO THANKFUL FOR THIS‼️‼️‼️!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE A LEDGEND YIUR A GOD YOUR EVERYTHING THST THE WORLD NEEDED IM SO HAOPY SOMEONE DREW THE JK MTT I DIDN'T EVEN PUT THST MUCH EFFORT INTO IT.,,,,,.... theyre so happy they make ME so happy AND ASIDE FROM THST YOURE ACTUALLY SO GOOD AT ART THOUGH THIS IS JUST A sketch PROBABLY. clothing folds 🤤🤤🤤🤤 expressions 🤤🤤🤤🤤 hahhnds 🤤🤤🤤🤤 why do i feel like i shouldve see this artstyle from someone before. who are you gshaewru. what type of name is thatHUH??? NTBE TYPE OF NAMR AN AMAZING PERSON WOULD HAVE FOR THEIR UMBLR ACCOUNT YOURE SO AMAZING PLEASE DON'T DIE. ok but again thank you so much for the jk!mtt art i've never been more overjoyed in my life this is like a blessing from the gods themselves for me. NOBODY KNOWS HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME

[paula-in-dreamland]

So in other news I spent the last 30 minutes of my baby's nap setting up my fic on A03. There's only a post button no save draft??? SO I CLICKED CANCEL HOPING ID GET AN ARE YOU SURE AND NOW MY 30 MINUTES OF WORK IS GONEEEEE. :( But I just wanted to make a draft !!!!!! I don't want to post it yet!!!

[squidkidnerd]

Man, with how vague Splatoon is about its lore/plot points sometimes, I’m very wary of people who claim there is One Definitive Interpretation of this that or the other thing. Like no, just because the game uses they/them pronouns for Captain 3 doesn't mean giving them any other pronouns is misgendering. Like, unless you have something from actual canon (ie. the games themselves or dev interviews) to back it up, then I don't think it's fair to expect people to Universally Agree With You or Else. Going "This is how I see things, I really don't like it when people see it this other way" is fine but "This is how I see things, I am RIGHT and anyone who thinks otherwise is WRONG" is not. People have different opinions. You are not obligated to agree with them, but at the same time, they are not obligated to agree with you.

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[lemongogo]

hi

[atlaswav]

ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU ☆

INFO: 941 words, yelan x gn!reader SYNOPSIS: you, the golden knight of the Qixing, take a deadly dance with temptation which leaves you with memories of gold AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this fluff? angst? something? at 12am while listening to enchanted by taylor swift its a little short, rushed and choppy but for my first post its definitely a start 😍

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

You made a sacred vow. Kneeled with your sword beneath the great moonlit tree and spoke the holy words. Watched the wispy threads of gold bind your hand to your blade then disappear in a whisper, leaving a heaviness in your heart, sword heavier in your hand. 

When you rose, you rose with purpose. Duty bound for life, only reprieve in death. 

You were so sure, so certain that this was your path. Your birthright – the one beacon of hope left in the bleak night.

But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Clearly, the gods had other plans. 

An early Autumn chill swept through the ballroom’s grand balcony, gauzy white curtains swaying in the breeze. Scarce sunlight drifted through the willows in the courtyard, casting an intricate mosaic of shadow across the marbled floors. 

The ballroom was garnished with tables flecked with gold and marble, laden with delicacies and sparkling wine. The music swelled and waned, dancers following the ebb and flow of music in an unending reverie. But it wasn’t the flurry of skirts and masked faces in the centre of the room that caught your attention. 

Among the throng of partygoers, one stood out, a mouth of painted carnation and dress of the clearest cerulean blue. 

Wandering, sly, turquoise eyes met your own through a silver mask engraved and adorned with valley orchids. 

“More wine.” The Queen holds out her golden chalice as a servant stumbles to refill her cup, obstructing your sight.

As the servant leaves, your gaze wanders to find the lady with the orchid mask, only to find the white curtains, whispering in the breeze where she once stood. The Queen idly swirls her wine around in its cup, observing the activity beneath her ostentatious throne of gold.

“You.” 

You turn toward the Queen whose eyes, golden as the ballroom around, focus on you. 

“You’re dismissed for today. Go enjoy the festival.” Her chin barely dips as she acknowledges you, though the red tassel pendant resting on her forehead sways like a pendulum. 

You bow your head, backing away from the throne and descending the steps. Your ceremonial armour weighs your steps down – elaborate detailing the finest of the seven kingdoms, but utterly useless in a fight. 

The celebration absently parts for you. You with your cloak woven with gold, twinkling in the scarce sunlight, and the silk flower buds woven into your hair in a crown formation. 

The picture of everything regal and chivalrous. The Qixing’s golden knight. 

The cacophony of the ballroom, as if suddenly muffled, disappeared behind the great, gold edged door, and all was quiet. 

The final rays of sunlight flood the hallways, filtering through the windows and illuminating the white marble floor. And sitting on a windowsill, orchid mask hanging loosely from her grasp, the turquoise eyed woman. 

Her cerulean gown glows in the light, revealing a hidden labyrinth of embroidery which climbs up the skirts of the gown like the trickle of a waterfall. A white, fur lined jacket is thrown over her shoulders casually – carelessly – and her gaze shifts from the horizon toward you.

A coy smile. Her gloved hands finger the designs on her mask. 

You stand frozen in place, unsure of what to do. 

Impossibly, it seems, she’s more captivating without her mask on. A conduit for the light, emblazoned by the sun. 

“You.” She finally says, amused. 

You step down the hallway, into the light. “You.”

“An honour to finally meet the Qixing’s golden knight.” She stands. Steps towards you.

“The honour is mine, Lady…” 

“Yelan.” 

“... Lady Yelan.” You take her outstretched hand and bring it to your lips, brushing her knuckles with a ghost of a kiss. Yet your touch lingers on her hand long afterward, and she doesn’t pry you away.

And so begins your dance with temptation. Sin. 

Although your vows hang heavy over your head like a guillotine, Yelan is the high you’ve been chasing your entire life. Her sharp wit and cunning has you in a chokehold, her captivating gaze has you mesmerised. 

Like a fool, you fall for her ministrations. But, like a fool, you let yourself. 

And  for a while, you think it’s love. 

Yet you’d learnt the hard way that good things never last. In all, there must be balance. The scales must always be balanced. 

When she grows tired of your biting replies and shining sword of gold, she withdraws. Like a crow drawn to a shimmer, she was drawn to you. 

But even you – the Qixing’s golden night, have a flame that can be as easily extinguished as it can be ignited. 

So when she grew tired of your golden flame, she found another. Another that happened to reside in a continent seas away. From hearth to hearth, she would travel, insatiable as she was. You were all but another pawn in her never ending game. 

Even though good things may never last, you’ll always look upon the whirlwind that was her with such fondness. For she fuelled your flame, taught you to nurture it.

You now palm the note she gave you on your first night – after hours of being twisted in bedsheets and in each other – and your heart aches at the loss, but your mind knows there’s nothing left for either of you.

The nights spent together, the hours shared basking in the sun, getting drunk on the finest wine, gorging on the finest delicacies of Liyue. They’d shine like gold through your memories. 

Like you’d done a million times over, your fingers trace over the swirls of ink. 

‘Enchanted to meet you, my Lady.’

written by @atlaswav , published 20th of August, 2023.

[vallahaii]

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CW FOR ALL THINGS "SINGING MACHINE"

death (by suicide), implied homicide, heavy blood

"Drunk words are to sober thoughts, as twisted displays are to heartfelt declarations."

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So sing, for all the tears we cry.

A song for when we say goodbye.

And every time we close our eyes, we'll hear a lovesick lullaby.

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...

"Oh, dear... You poor thing. Only when the sky comes crashing down do you ever reveal your heart, raw and bleeding beneath your skin.

One of many bitter tastes.

But I digress. We've had a bad day."

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[innanzituttoticalmi]

i'm sorry if you genuinely think bozzi and leclerc "copied the other driver/engineer's strategy" i canttttttt take you seriously