#i don't really have a style

[seventeenthya]

a little crowley study because i have no idea how we are supposed to draw them

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.

[evgar]

decided to redraw and improve this silly thing i did two years ago

here's the two compared like damn the colors on the first what was that 😭

[somnimagus]

out of the frying pan and into the fire and into another frying pan that's also on fire

[id in alt text]

[marzipanandminutiae]

every time a man assumes I'm a tradwife type because of how I dress, I just want to be like "at any given time it's been an average of three weeks since I last shaved my armpits. sometimes longer"

[cosmogyros]

Getting a little tired of people who move to Germany from abroad and then complain about the "rude customer service"... when it's literally just neutral customer service.

Don't get me wrong, there is plenty of rude customer service here too - but I'm talking about someone in a café who doesn't smile at you, or answers only the question you asked without volunteering more information. That's just... normal, my dudes. That's neutrality.

And the fact that people working in customer service in this country can be neutral - can be real human beings who don't necessarily feel like beaming and fawning all day every day - without having to fear losing their job for it... I think that's pretty great. And that's a big part of the reason I moved here, and the reason I feel more comfortable in this society than in the US.

I studied Germany for years before making the big decision to move here (I literally majored in German Studies in the US), and I visited this country multiple times, for increasing amounts of time, before making the big move. I knew (to a degree) what I was getting myself into, and therefore I've never regretted it.

But I meet multiple people every year - newcomers to Berlin whom I already know won't last - who decided to move here spontaneously, based on very little knowledge of the country or culture (let alone the language). And then they get so shocked and disappointed by Germany being... German... that they soon leave again. WHYYYYYYY

[canisalbus]

Happy non chocolate cake day.

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

While you were fighting in the war, I was falling in a pit.

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[scribefindegil]

As much as I adore conlangs, I really like how the Imperial Radch books handle language. The book is entirely in English but you're constantly aware that you're reading a "translation," both of the Radchaai language Breq speaks as default, and also the various other languages she encounters. We don't hear the words but we hear her fretting about terms of address (the beloathed gendering on Nilt) and concepts that do or don't translate (Awn switching out of Radchaai when she needs a language where "citizen," "civilized," and "Radchaai person" aren't all the same word) and noting people's registers and accents. The snatches of lyrics we hear don't scan or rhyme--even, and this is what sells it to me, the real-world songs with English lyrics, which get the same "literal translation" style as everything else--because we aren't hearing the actual words, we're hearing Breq's understanding of what they mean. I think it's a cool way to acknowledge linguistic complexity and some of the difficulties of multilingual/multicultural communication, which of course becomes a larger theme when we get to the plot with the Presgar Translators.

[causticflower]

the wild life!desert duo race/species(?)swap situation that @mambodork pointed out and who's post has inspired this. madness

'sugar plum fairy'/vex grian & parrot/avian scar

(thought of adding their 'lives' on their wings but ehhh idk. too many colors for me)

[titaniumions]

ANIMAL CROSSING 1999

[weaverofink]

AU where Belos DOES manage to successfully possess one of the unfinished grimwalkers and poor Hunter has to confront yet another thing wearing his face

[bramblesnbones]

finally posting these after what feels like forever

featuring my attempts at figuring out how I wanna draw them, and a few redraws of some older pieces that never got posted (+a new cover image for my playlist)

[thebatcreature]

James Wilson's pen grip appreciation post

[snepfeathers]

we all love fat foxgirl friday so much, it's great!

but what if... what if we followed it up with

soft snepgirl saturday

[fearandhatred]

the rapture

it's a holy thing, in theory, a glorious celebration, where those who believe rise to meet the lord in the air. it's a day of joy, in theory, and maybe even of vindication for those who have always believed.

but no one thinks about how it's like to see the dead rise again—bodies clawing their way out of bolted wood and six feet of packed earth, bodies decomposed and maggot-feasted, nails stained with rot and dirt. no one thinks about the violent lurch of their bodies being jolted into the air by the stomach, gravity flinging their heads back down to earth as they struggle in vain to find footing on molecules and gas. no one thinks about those who don't make it.

no one thinks about the screams.

crowley hadn't thought about any of these things. he certainly hadn't thought about the angels that would be called back to heaven along with the believers.

here they stand dead in the middle of absolute ruin, the promise of heaven the only thing left to look forward to on the wasteland of this earth. the sky has opened up like the eye of god, watching over her people for the very first time, and crowley's black wings against the beams of light only remind him that he doesn't belong up there with the rest of them. crowley wraps his arms tight around aziraphale, squeezes his torso like he can maybe keep aziraphale with him through sheer will or, laughably, demonic intervention. like love could ever be enough. like love could stay.

around them, the cacophony of wails and mockingly exaltant trumpets scorch the earth in their intensity, clashing and agonising even—especially—for them, and words make no sound. but they hold on to each other, even as they shrink into themselves against the noise of the undying. i don't want to leave you either, aziraphale doesn't say, but his hands dig into the cotton of crowley's sleeve, and crowley hears the words through his fingertips.

he feels a stronger upward resistance against his embrace now, and he clings tighter, steadfast, even as aziraphale's grip falters. but he knows he can't hold on forever. he knows that nothing ever lasts.

trembling with something unspeakable, he lifts his arms from aziraphale's torso and covers the angel's ears with his hands. he feels more than hearing aziraphale's resulting sob, and he spreads out his wings to wrap them around their bodies. a shield, a comfort, a goodbye.

it's okay, the gesture says in silence. i'll see you in another lifetime.