#i love her man

[achillean-heartbeat]

i will never not be full of surprise and admiration and respect to nora and the aftg fandom because. i cant believe nora released a trilogy in 2013 that was so fucking good that its fandom is still thriving and growing even till today. nora you absolute genius

[kiwikiwii]

四名景 • 雨师篁

details + speedpaint undercut!

Details!

Had to do quite a bit of research to figure out how to do her robes QAQ

Speedpaint!

Just saying but the background actually drove me insane

Worktime: ~11 hours (not counting sketch times because I'm stupid)

[fortheloveofwbb]

happy august 1st ! 🪩

[sinsmockingbird]

sharing this zoya piece i found while going thru weibo with you 👀

artist~

OH MY GOD! My baby!!! That's my love!!

Thank you for sharing this with me, including the artist! Gosh, I'm having thoughts while staring at it longer. I want to sit between Zoya's legs with her arms around me while we just... sit there, enjoying one another's presence.

[shynrinn]

Not an accurate Beth. But this is Beth.

[nrd-answers]

I know something i shouldn't.

How are you, Aileron, Pennon and Pinion?

. . I know more too~

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[kitzani]

drops md oc and runs away

[knifefyx-demon]

Can we chat about murder drones and our ocs?

K

[asimpleram]

Sorry to everyone who follows me I’m having a street fighter Chun Li moment. You know how it is

[chomiyeonjogiyo]

BRO I HAD A DREAM WITH SOOJIN IM ALL DLKDLSKDKS SHE LOOKED SO HAPPY IN IT I CANT STOP BLUSHING AND GIGGLING WTF IS WRONG WITH ME I LOVE HER SM

[flesh-connoisseur]

I actually find it so funny I disappeared from here for a long time since December from last year and my chosen person spoke to me again, apologized, and now we're dating again, please

[gongyussy]

make men slutty again.

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bonus as rightfully added by @polyabathtub:

[yes-we-exist]

Hate to sound like a broken record but good god Oceans of Slumber is so fantastic

Where Gods Fear to Speak is beyond amazing

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[daensuse]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ( an aesthetics dash game based upon figures from arthurian legend ) — repost , do not reblog .

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐲: midnight rituals. looming shadows. the feeling of being watched. veils of mist. unrequited love. the musk of exotic herbs. silk & velvet. moonlight through twisted branches. the beauty of a storm. the weight of destiny & prophecy. a chalice that might be poisoned. healing hands.

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭: a noble heart. oaths of protection. a quest for redemption. heroic deeds. pine. fulfilling a role. shining silver. quiet fortitude. selfless dedication. a bountiful feast. war horses. seeking a greater calling. fatal mistakes.

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧: whispered incantations. ethereal light. ages-old secrets. the spark of creation. ancient disputes. a hidden sanctuary. the allure of the unknown. finding balance between light & dark. opportunism. fear of unfulfilled potential.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞: the grace of a queen. jasmine. unyielding faith. the blush of a tender moment. a golden crown. poetic letters of affection. the aroma of blooming roses. the glow of candlelight. a radiant smile. lavender. wise eyes. eternal love.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫: unity, at whatever cost. an overwhelming presence. battle cries. noble sacrifice. enduring legacy. a grand vision for the future. the balance between justice & mercy.

𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧: unwavering loyalty. strength in humility. the glow of a warm hearth. old traditions. chivalric valor. a canopy of trees. wisdom gained from trials. being one's own worst enemy. bearing a heavy conscience. a sense of duty to protect the innocent. hooves on a woodland path. the scent of leather & steel.

[lackadaisycal-art]

I'm getting so sick of major female characters in historical media being incredibly feisty, outspoken and public defenders of women's rights with little to no realistic repercussions. Yes it feels like pandering, yes it's unrealistic and takes me out of the story, yes the dialogue almost always rings false - but beyond all that I think it does such a disservice to the women who lived during those periods. I'm not embarrassed of the women in history who didn't use every chance they had to Stick It To The Man. I'm not ashamed of women who were resigned to or enjoyed their lot in life. They weren't letting the side down by not having and representing modern gender ideals. It says a lot about how you view average ordinary women if the idea of one of your main characters behaving like one makes them seem lame and uninteresting to you.