#hope i captured them well!

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

It's time to celebrate!

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[thephouseplants]

Since Dan shouted out the Tumblr artist who will draw Dnp Chained up out of context, I though I would jump in.

[ryssbelle]

doing the missing Linktober Inktober prompts the crazy bonkers way with a SKY LINE UP

I picked and chose a few prompts not really caring to make it the right prompts for the days, and for the rest of the month I'm just gonna mix and match them (more like taking the day 29 prompts and using them tomorrow kind of mix and match)

But YEAH this was a lot of fun!! the aus i used going from left to right-top to bottom are: @bonus-links @linked-maze @linkeduniverse @limited-hero @heroesspirit and finally my own (which remains unpublished atm)

I'll leave close ups to all the guys under the cut!

Skyward Sword stained glass

Loft Bonus Links

Sky Linked Maze

Sky Linked Universe

Sky Limited Hero

Sky Heroes Spirit

Sky Fractured Timelines

[rogloptimist]

LAKE MISSOULA x JONAS VINGEGAARD

credits under cut!

lake missoula - richy mitch and the coal miners // jonas vingegaard - team presentation, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard, tadej pogacar, and remco evenepoel - podium ceremony, tour de france 2024 (belga images) // tadej pogacar and jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // wayward son - rainbow rowell // jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 // it's down to legs - caley fretz // jonas vingegaard - stage 20, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - stage 11, tour de france 2024 // a poem on hope - wendell berry // jonas vingegaard and remco evenepoel - stage 19, tour de france 2024 // quora user shulamit widawsky // jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 (getty images) // jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 post-race interview (flobikes) // 'now the fight is over': jonas vingegaard concedes tour de france battle for yellow, but still aims for second - adam becket // jonas vingegaard - stage 19, tour de france 2024 post-race interview (flobikes) // video: jonas vingegaard and matteo jorgenson consoled after heart-breaking end to stage 19 of 2024 tour de france for team visma | lease a bike - kieran wood // jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // 'probably the hardest moment of my career'-- jonas vingegaard on his crash and fight to be ready for the tour de france - stephen farrand // jonas vingegaard's tour de france was a venn diagram - iain treloar // rise up and salute the sun: the writings of suzy kassem - suzy kassem // jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2023 // jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - stage 11, tour de france 2024 // vingegaard exhausted after tour de france: may cut season short - sjoerd valkering // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - stage 20, tour de france 2024 (belga images) // the thing is - ellen bass // "if you had told me four months ago that i would be second, i wouldn't have believed you" - jonas vingegaard disappointed but proud of his tour de france - ondrej zhasil // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - stage 11, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard - stage 11, tour de france 2024 post-race interview (nbc sports) // alfred lord tennyson // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - stage 11, tour de france 2024 // remco evenepoel and jonas vingegaard - stage 21, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - tour de france 2024 // matteo jorgenson and jonas vingegaard - stage 19, tour de france 2024 // matteo jorgenson and jonas vingegaard - tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard and tadej pogacar - podium ceremony, tour de france 2024 // jonas vingegaard and wout van aert - tour de france 2024 (team visma | lease a bike)

[ebonytails]

Bittersweet fish 🌏💫

[puddii-ng]

Can you draw fem hiiai plsss your aira is the cutest ;_;

WAAHH THANK YOU LOVELY ANON!!! THATS SO SWEET,, ILL CRY RN!!! OFC I CAN :3 here u go!!!! 💕💕💕

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

“When you awaken, what kind of world will you find yourself in? Will the world reflected in your eyes be the world you wished for? You are the one who will decide.”

A big thank you to the adventure that changed my life and so many others. From the bottom of my heart, to yours 💚🔑

[hauntingblue]

making a collection

making another collection with a threatening aura

[movementsofmylife]

considering the true ridiculousness of that heist and how completely implausible every single thing they did was, the episode should have felt slower for me. usually i need a bit more than, waiter who is clearly not like the rest because he's in a literal mask and going in the entire wrong direction, to agree to suspension of disbelief. but even as i was thinking about how truly bad this heist was, it was still enjoyable and hit enough points of tension and had great pacing, and the overall episode felt like it went by in a flash.

but also,,, like, what is the point of it all????? it's not like the one ring. it can't actually do anything. rose's dad doesn't just lose his wealth and privilege because he lost this ring?? (if they do that i am going to both laugh and be so annoyed.) i truly do not understand, but i'm willing to play along because its a fun ride.

[freaky-flawless]

I really want Mattel to just hurry up and release more Abbey dolls. I need to see how they expand upon her style.

[sysig]

By the skin of your teeth (Patreon)

[vagun1ka]

sf-a2 miki is one of my faves honestly. its more about her image and status than voice but its part of her as well.

in my hcs she is young woman (perhaps 28 yo?). Really positive and open-minded. She is an indie-artist. And Kiyoteru is her loving boyfriend:3 They probably met at the one of night shows at the bar.

Also Piko is Miki's young brother! He is suffering from depressive disorder so Miki is here for Piko trying to make him feel better:(

[good-beanswrites]

Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.

Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!

Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...

I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm

Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.

Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.

“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.

She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store. 

Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore. 

“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.

It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”

She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath. 

Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.

She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.

Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her. 

So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death. 

“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno. 

“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying. 

At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”

Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.

“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”

The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.

But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.

Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well? 

At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe. 

“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”

[raelyn-dreams]

Okay so Twinkle Kuuchuusen is AMAZING (as expected and I will try to gather my thoughts about it later), but THE SOLOS OH MY GOD THE SOLOS AND THE LYRICS I'M!!!

They both reference 2x2 a lot, and you can see their development so much from their previous solos! There's a big theme of acceptance and both and they're driving me crazy with it!

Hinata's '"street" being bathed in blue and how he accepts it as a part of himself before declaring he's going to light it up with colors because he'll love himself even more!!! The way he doesn't try to gloss over the negative but decides he'll stick to his positive worldview while taking everything in stride! How he knows now that no matter how far they drift their hearts will always reconnect!

And Yuta walking the line between two worlds confidently, not looking back into the shadow of days past and pushing ahead into the unknown! Going all out and no longer suppressing his feelings, engraving them into his heart and making bold decisions as himself! The way he connects their worldviews with their differing light, knowing someone will always be at his back no matter what!

If there was ever any doubt within me about the future of 2wink, I feel like these solos resolved it. They really have come to a temporary truce and peace with each other, they'll stay together while continuing to push and compete in their separate ways. These songs feel like letters to each other almost, about how they're able to move forward with their own worldviews without shame, but will always hold the other close. And even if they do come to that breaking point in the future, after the dust has settled, they'll still be there watching the night sky - in a much better place than where they started.

[horrornvnfan]

The First Night

I wrote another Restart Heart Fanfic! This takes place on Day 1 of the game, and is starring my MC, Maria Dust, and Ezra Galverton. If you're interested in my MC in the context of this game, click here. Since some scenes from the game are included, a few lines (spoken and action) are used here. Please check out this game and support the dev, it's really great! @restartheartvn.

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Ezra Galverton was someone you never quite had words for.

He was someone you admired since you met him. Confident and composed, playful yet still so cool. He was always amiable with you, and his fashion sense was killer. You have asked them more than once where he got his earrings and necklaces, and he'd always answer warmly at your enthusiasm.

But there was always something else about Ezra, something you couldn't quite name, in the way he looked at you from time to time.

It mostly made you think of sadness.

In the few months you've known them, that look has tugged at your heart, a gentle pull of concern for Ezra and whatever it is he was feeling. But you weren't true friends. It wasn't your place to intrude or ask. So all you could do was give him your sincerity and friendliness whenever you saw them in the store.

Tonight, though, you learned how considerate Ezra was, treating you, Sammy, and Blaire on this spur of the moment café outing they had planned just to make you feel better after your breakup.

But that's not the only thing you about Ezra learned tonight.

On the beach, as he comforted you over what happened with Kenneth and Sarah, (you were stunned that he even knew, but he explained himself), you realized exactly how intense their stare was.

His eyes held… something unspoken, but strong. Longing? Desire? Despair?

He did say earlier tonight that he was captivated by you, that he liked you. You laughed when he did, sure he was just messing around, but now you weren't certain.

And then you asked him a question. You asked him if he wanted to come back to your place.

You still weren't sure why you did.

You generally had little to no interest in sex, and you usually had a disdain for people touching you in any capacity. Besides your family, Steph and Kenneth were the only people you felt comfortable touching you, who you liked to have touch you. A hug, a hand hold, a cuddle, an arm around your shoulders… a kiss.

But Kenneth revolted you now. Your skin felt stained, burned even, on every inch where he had touched you throughout your relationship. You wanted to feel cleansed of him.

So in a fit of reckless loneliness, you invited a beautiful acquaintance back to your apartment for a one night stand.

Ezra was cool as ever, smoothly accepting your request and walking you home. Your face burned every time you got the nerve to glance at him, excited and embarrassed yet still so deeply unsure. Ezra smiled at you every time your eyes met. He was simultaneously reassuring and cheeky about this.

The walk was too short, and your apartment building loomed in front of the two of you, and suddenly your body felt very cold. Any thrill of rebelliousness that came with all this had all but vanished as you were faced with the very sharp reality of sleeping with Ezra.

Still avoiding his gaze, you led them through the building, up the elevator, and finally to your front door, but all the while, the sudden discomfort in your chest at this only grew worse.

Your apartment door unlocks, and the two of you step inside. You notice that Chris's keys are still gone. "My roommate isn't here, so we should be fine…"

You feel gentle hands slip around your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. Your skin tingles beneath your clothes at the feeling.

"I think it would be fine even if they were here, right?" His head rests on your shoulder, and he smiles at you. You look away from him for a moment. Your mouth feels dry. You don't know what to say. You don't know how to feel about the contact, but it isn't as liberating as you were hoping it'd be.

"Um… my room is down this hall here," you say while trying and failing to sound composed.

Ezra chuckles and pulls off of you for a moment. You're relieved when he does. You aren't upset with him. You're just frustrated that of all times for your discomfort for physical contact to flare up, it's happening now.

As the two of you enter your bedroom, you realize that it's still messy since you forgot to make your bed this morning. Great, another thing to be embarrassed by. Why can't things go your way right now?

You awkwardly try to make your bed when Ezra comes up behind you and leans against you, placing a hand over yours. You glance at them, and they're still smiling at you, relaxed and a bit coy. "We are just gonna mess it up anyways, right?"

His body is pressed against yours. It doesn't feel… bad. But your heart isn't beating faster because you're happy about it.

"Can I kiss you?" He's so pretty when he asks. You can't answer him.

Right now, right in this moment, you're powerfully overwhelmed, by the feeling of touch, by the idea of this going further and having to experience more touch, and by… by everything you had to go through last night and every emotion you've repressed about it.

It's too much for you.

This won't make you feel better.

You carefully pull away, and you try to smile at Ezra despite knowing how nervous you must look. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

He looks surprised only for a moment before he looks reassuring again, completely unoffended by your rejection. "Of course, I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with, okay?"

You're grateful. You step a bit further away, rubbing your arm, and resisting the urge to scratch at your skin. "Thank you…"

He smiles, a hint of levity on his features, and asks "Do you want me to hold you…or?"

"Oh, no," you say, laughing unsteadily at their repeat of their earlier question. "I think I'll just start to cry if you hug me right now."

You know instantly you shouldn't have said that.

His face falls into concern and he takes a short step away from you. You curse yourself, you curse the tears pricking your eyes already, and you curse the shudder that runs through you as you try to hold in your awful, awful feelings.

"I mean," you say quickly, "N-Not to say that that's anything to do with you, because it isn't. You've been very nice to me tonight, and perfectly respectful. I think…" your words crack. "I think I'm much more upset than I realized. I should've known I'd be like this tonight, everything just happened, I don't know why-- I shouldn't have invited you here. That wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry, I--"

"Maria, you have nothing to apologize to me for." Ezra's smooth voice stops your rambling, and you go quiet, focused on fixing your breathing. Ezra leans over slightly, trying to look at your face despite you bowing your head. You realize he's waiting for you to look at him, so begrudgingly, you lift your gaze to meet his imploring eyes. Their face softens when you do. "I'm really sorry that you're going through all of this."

You open your mouth to speak, but finding no words, you close it and turn your head, rubbing away the few tears that leaked from your eyes. Mercifully, it's enough, and you are not crying. You're upset, but not panicking. Your breathing begins to even out.

Seeing that you've calmed down a bit, he stands straighter, his face full of nothing but genuine compassion for you. "Do you want to talk about it?" they ask soothingly, as if they will easily accept whatever you have to say. They sound so thoughtful that you actually feel able to.

"I wouldn't know what to say," you manage, and then you sigh. "…I'm miserable. I'm furious. I feel like a mess. Everything is horrible and I can't even begin to think about what to do about it all. It's all... so much and I don't want any of it."

"Sounds like you have a lot to say," Ezra teases and you chuckle. He steps closer to you; not too close that you're on put back on edge. "Sugar, you're going through something that's bound to effect you deeply, and you're entitled to everything you feel about it. You have the right to process it however you need to."

"I have no idea how I need to process it," you say honestly, because you don't. "My feelings are a mystery to me half the time, you know. Or maybe… it's more like I try to not have feelings because the conflict is just too imposing. If that makes any sense."

"Mm, I get what you mean." Ezra hummed thoughtfully, and then sat down on your bed before patting the blankets beside him, offering you space to join them while still giving you a wide enough berth to not overwhelm you again. You accept his offer and sit beside him, feeling your body deflate with the motion.

There's quiet for a moment, and then you speak again. "…I don't know how I can handle facing everyone again. Especially not…" your voice hardens and trails off.

"Don't waste your worries on that prick," Ezra says with a barely withheld anger. "I'm not about to let your ex start shit with you."

"Kenneth can go fuck himself," you say bluntly, bringing out a startled laugh from Ezra. You continue, "I'm really not concerned about Kenneth right now. I probably should be, but I'm not. I'm concerned about Sarah. About my parents too."

And you had every reason to be worried about your family. Your family and Kenneth's family had so much riding on this wedding, on their ties to each other, and now that it was undone… was there really a way for you to cut ties with Kenneth without cutting ties with your parents? Or with Sarah, who betrayed you, who was pregnant with his baby? You felt like your world was on the verge of collapse, and if you were honest, the only person you felt might understand or be able to help you through it was Steph, who had been all but completely absent from your life for ages now, and--

You shake your head, as if physically dispelling the thoughts; you'd already climbed down from the verge of a panic attack you were on, and you don't need to work yourself up again. You change the subject. "This must be super weird for you, listening to me like this when we don't really know each other."

"We know each other well enough," Ezra said simply, making you quirk your eyebrow. He grins charmingly at you. "You know my favorite chocolate and about my sweet-tooth." You let out a little laugh at that. He's been good at making you laugh tonight. Then, Ezra takes a conspiratorial tone, and says, "And I know your biggest secret."

You sit up straighter, blinking in surprise and taking him completely seriously. "You do?"

Ezra nods solemnly. "You work in a chocolate shop… despite strongly disliking how chocolate tastes."

That one earned him a bigger laugh from you. You'd completely forgotten how you'd mentioned that to him once, offhandedly, probably months ago. He chuckles with you, until you both fall into a comfortable quiet.

Ezra scooted closer to you. "I know that we aren't close. But I'll be here for you whenever you need me, sugar."

You turned to face him better, looking him directly in his eyes, taking in every bit of his sincerity. They… really meant what they were saying. Ezra wasn't the least bit disappointed in you for a single thing that happened tonight. Not your uncharacteristic brazenness in inviting him over, nor your oppressive emotions and sensory overload pushing you to not only reject intimacy with him, but to spill your guts. He wasn't judging you or condemning you. He wasn't only being polite, either. Ezra was telling you that you could rely on him because he honestly cared.

Your heart felt warm, wholeheartedly appreciative. "Thank you, Ezra. Really. That-- All of this means a lot to me."

Ezra winks at you. "Anything for you, sugarcube." They shift, leaning closer to you, and there's the faintest shade of pink on their cheeks. "Do you… think I could give you a hug? Only if you're comfortable with it, I mean."

You consider this. Ezra wasn't your best friend, or your partner, or your family. Touch with Ezra didn't feel natural the way it did with them. But their presence was steadying, and while you were much calmer now, you wanted more of that, even just for a moment. You nod and lean closer, and his arms envelope you in a gentle, comforting embrace. He murmured reassurances and soothingly rubbed your back. You can't remember the last time you were held with tenderness like this. You hold them close in turn and let yourself relax into them. Minutes pass, and you almost find yourself dozing off in Ezra's hold, so you lean back slightly with a yawn.

Ezra chuckles at you as you separate, gently holding your forearms in his hands, still rubbing circles with this thumbs. "We should probably get some sleep now."

"Do you want to leave?" You look them in the eyes. "I know it's late, so you are welcome to spend the night here, if you want."

Ezra thought it over for a moment before smiling down at you. "Yeah, I think I'll take you up on that. Thanks, Maria."

You look him up and down, calculating how to make the best of things for him. "Are you alright with sleeping in your clothes? I don't think I have anything that'll fit you, but…"

"I'm comfortable. I've slept in worse." They pause as they begin to look more intently at you, appraising you. "Do you… mind sharing a bed with me? I can take the couch if you'd prefer."

"I don't mind sharing a bed, it's wide enough for us both. Besides, I don't think you'd fit on my couch, being nine feet tall~" you quip.

Ezra laughs. "I'm twelve feet tall, actually. I thought you knew me better than that, Sugar~"

You both laugh over your silliness. Then, you send Ezra to the bathroom with a spare toothbrush to ready himself for the night, and fix your blankets and pillows so your bed is ready for two people instead of just you. He returns, and you take his place in the bathroom, washing your face, brushing your teeth, and putting on your pajamas.

Once you're ready, you return to the bedroom, where Ezra is already under the covers, scrolling on their phone. Seeing you reenter the room, they shut it off and put it down, smiling at you and reclining to get comfortable. You walk around the bed to your side -- how did Ezra guess which side of the bed you prefer to sleep on and automatically take the other? -- and climb under the covers yourself, snuggling into the blankets and pillows.

"Good night, Ezra."

"Night, sugarcube. Sweet dreams~"

You hum and roll onto your side, away from Ezra, and let your eyes falls shut. As you find yourself drifting further and further into sleep, you feel Ezra's arms wrap around you tenderly as you laid next to each other. In the dark, you couldn't see the light blush that fell upon his cheeks. Just before you finally fell asleep, you felt Ezra pull you closer and bury their face in your neck, and you felt at ease.

You had more words for Ezra Galverton, now. Ezra was a good and kind person, and Ezra was someone you wanted to know truly; and not just what his favorite chocolate was (mint chocolate).

Perhaps, one day, when your heart didn't ache so much, you could consider something more with them. If he ever wanted as much, anyways. But that was something to think of another time.

You had all the time in the world.