#i really like this !!

[withered-rose-with-thorns]

"I found a Japanese samurai skirt and I put that on him, and he was turning and he loved how we could walk with it. And then from that, we started cutting his costume." - Jany Temime, Costume Designer

HOTD SEASON 2 APPRECIATION WEEK (Day One) Costumes - Daemon's black warrior tunic (x, x)

[myewt]

A song for nobody

[oliviridian]

Why is there no mustard emoji

[3ggsnbutter]

Read this new Fanfic and I loved it sm I made a doodle for it!!

Thank you @janjamming for making this!!!

Go check out It was hellish(It was heavenly)

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[icarus-suraki]

A little solarpunk inspiration for your afternoon, p'raps? And, yes, it's real. This is not AI.

EDEN tower in Singapore (streetview)

[oli-the-cat]

what Adventure Time take got people looking at you like this

[serfuzzypushover]

well this took a bit

[squeaky-potat]

Lawyers need lazy weekends too. 🛌

[w33zerbluealbum]

Two.

Alt version under cut

[mo-gxn]

Forgotten Realm

closeups:

[nothing-but-flowers88]

Giving this it’s own post. More martial arts teacher Luke au

Din is very impressed with Luke’s skill and after a class when no one else is there he asks him how to do a certain move. Luke guides him, and all he has to do is move Din’s shoulders a little and Din is already not paying attention, he messes up the move and falls. Din’s incredibly embarrassed but Luke’s just fretting over him, assuming Din must’ve twisted his ankle since the other man is frozen from embarrassment, Luke picks him up bridal style and walks him over to where he keeps the first aid kit. And that was the final nail in the coffin for Din Djarin, no more denying he wasn’t totally head over heels for this guy…literally

[mlklucasb]

Based on that very specific image

i feel like agatha has been the only thing im drawing help

[montydrawsstuff]

floaty smooch- now in stunning digital

[littlesparklight]

so close to the end, so have this snippet.

"Hektor." Apollo tipped his cup and took a sip, gaze falling onto the gleaming nectar within. "Even if I hadn't known him before I came to glory in him for these past years, I always would have. But I've known him since he was a child - he and a companion of his were born on the same day as I call my own, the day my divine mother and sister brought me into the world when Eileithyia had finally been appeased and lured away from her mother's side. Polydamas I gave the clear-sightedness of knowing the paths and signs of birds and omens, for that was a fitting gift for the son of a priest of mine. Hektor I needed time for; before Kassandra and Helenos, the closest that family has brought out in augurs were Priam's oldest."

Pausing, Apollo cocked his head, glancing up to meet Hyacinthus' gaze. There was a curl of amusement in the corner of his.

"Perhaps I became too fond of listening to that child as he grew, for he was an ardent worshipper in the connection of our shared day of birth, and I could still find no fitting gift than my continued attention. He was earnest and gentle, someone I could see would be, and quickly became, a defender both of what I'd helped build and what was housed within. No great skill at the lyre or with poetry, and he preferred other weapons than the bow, but his company was… soothing."

"Soothing?"

Only part of this was what Hyacinthus had expected to hear. Even the parts he'd expected fitted ill to what he'd expected would be the whole those parts would fit into. He'd overheard Apollo talk about Admetos, about Kassandra, and Helenos. Knew how Apollo talked about him, both to him in their bed and to others. But there seemed to be no desire at all as he spoke of Hektor, though fondness was the beating heart found within each and every syllable.

"Soothing," Apollo agreed, taking another sip. Briefly, his expression was an open wound. "Not a son, not a lover, and I needed not be either of those things for or with him - I can see what my dearest sister find in companionship with her girls. He was a warrior, but a gentle one, and even before the war I'd begun to give him what I knew would serve him best, though it's a role I haven't exactly embodied until recently."

Apollo, not the poet or the hunter or even the plague bringer, but the rouser of armies.

Apollo of the bow, not in play or in search of sustenance, but the gleaming edge of bronze of an arrow nocked to find the heart of a man, a sword swung to kill, a spear thrown. Stormgod of the army, as the Trojans called him. In relief, in need, though not, as far as Hyacinthus had been able to tell, because of the hostility of Pallas Athena the sacker of cities, nor that of the more uncertain support of bronze Ares.

"So you gave him a helmet, with your own hands," Hyacinthus said slowly, thoughtful and understanding both, reaching out to stroke Apollo's knuckles of the hand he had clutched, and far tighter than it appeared by sight alone, around his kylix.

"I gave him a helmet," Apollo agreed, and threw back almost the whole contents of his cup in a single swallow.

[chui--3]

I dont think that i will ever finish this, but maybe some day i will do it.

The wings looks more like tails, but i wont fix that.

I just started plaing Limbus Company so maybe i will draw someone from there.