#idk if this is cool or nah

[galaxicnerd]

horse?

[little-bumblebeeee]

how I think steve figured out The Hair:

Just did what his mom would do when he was like 10

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Found his mom's hairspray and magazines, did some thievery of both

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Okay we're doing better not as shwoopy

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Literally too baby girl for his own good, ran his fingers through it more and grew it out some

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Possibly got it trimmed, still doing a routine but not as much as he used to, his hair is definitely softer than pre s3 from not using as much product but he def keeps a bunch on hand for bad hair days (his mom still doesn't know where the farrah fawcett spray went, she doesn't care either because she simply has not been home). Definitely keeps it this way because he knows if his parents were home then they'd make it go back to s1 Lego man hair

[reallilystuff]

back on my drawing bullshit or whatecer....yeag

*haves ur lock @naffeclipse* your oc. her. eel(?) looking lady. havelocked. she is. so so cool looking

pov ur about to become fish food. sleeping with the fishies tonight. uhhh what other fish related prey jokes can i make. uuuuuummm

oh yheh drawing pile task #1 out of 23568 done yippeee!!!! now i go back into my cave for the next four years

little version without the murky lighting below readmore for funsies

ɢᴜʜ ʙᴜʜ? ᴡʜᴜʜ? ʜᴜʜ ᴡʜᴜʜ? ʏᴜʜ?

[bone-evidence]

Here's the second of my PruCan Minifics, based off sentences (or prompts) given to me by you lovely folks! This one was from @disneyprincessdxminatrix, and it was: "No one's ever going to hurt you again. Not as long as I'm around." I took that and ran to perhaps unexpected places lmao! Enjoy!

Quiet murmurs of anticipation all stopped the second the large wooden doors opened. The High Priest, dressed in fine white robes and the visage of a horrific horned Demon, led the sacrifice like a dog on a leash to the circular stone altar. 

Matthew was almost relieved. Almost. 

Though they'd bound his wrists in front of him with rough rope, they hadn't bothered to cover his eyes at all. No, they dragged him out of the animal pen in which they'd kept him for the last two months and paraded him around like a prized beast ripe for the slaughter. He supposed that a blindfold wasn't necessary. The dozens of people around him, all dressed in black robes, wore the same mask their leader did. There was no mercy to be found among the sea of cold eyes on him. 

The room was lit only by candles placed in the alcoves that lined the stone walls. These seemed to be shrines in the Demon's honour. Each one held a candle and a sculpture of the fiend carved out of deep red wood, decorated with the leaves of poisonous plants and various bones. Matthew tried very hard to push the question of where they'd gotten those bones out of his mind. If this was where he would die, he'd rather not think about those he was about to join.

The circular stone altar at the end of the room was his final destination. If he had any strength, he might have tried to wriggle out of the ropes and run. His captors were, unfortunately, smarter than to let that happen. He was only ever given enough food and water to keep him alive. At first, when they came into his pen bearing a knife, it took four of them to hold him down long enough to pierce his flesh and carve in the beginning of their profane symbols. It only took one to hold him down and finish the unholy scripture three days ago. 

Tears he didn't know he had left slipped down his cheek as he was finally forced to kneel on the stone altar. The carvings that were forever scarred in his flesh, up his freckled arms and down his back, were mirrored on the obsidian rim that surrounded him now. There was no need to tie him down to anything. Once he was on the ground, he knew there was no strength in him to get back up. All he could do was sob as the High Priest's hands raised to the sky, silencing the ghoulish crowd before them.  

The profane sermon had begun. 

Much to Matthew's horror, each praise that fell out of the Priest's mouth ignited a symbol on the altar. Each word in an infernal language he didn't understand , each dark promise, each retelling of horrible deeds inflicted upon humanity, all of these in turn ignited more of the circle around Matthew until it was almost completely lit. The sacrifice trembled and wailed for someone, anyone to save him, though he knew it was hopeless. 

If the Gods wanted to rescue him, they would have done it alrea- 

Ker-rack!

Halfway through what was surely the last words Matthew would ever hear, something dark and horrible crashed through the roof and landed in a heap on the stone floor.

The cultists around it backed away, whispering amongst themselves as they did so. This… thing, whatever it was, wasn't what they were expecting. The Demon was taller, right? Had horns? Wasn't it supposed to burst out of the sacrifice's body and be reborn in blood, not punch a hole into their sacred meeting place?

An unnatural wind, cold as the moonlight now cascading through the broken roof, whipped furiously around the thing as it stood. From thin air it conjured a sword made of no metal Matthew had ever seen. After all, what metal shimmered gold under lunar glow?

 At the thing's unspoken command, the wind rushed towards the alcoves on the walls. It stole the fire from each candle and knocked every small shrine down, sending bones and wood clattering to the ground. It carried the small flames, one by one, to the thing's outstretched blade until one couldn't see the metal through flame. 

It leveled the blade at the cultists, and Matthew wasn't sure whether he should be terrified or grateful. 

The men and women around it surely thought, since they were several dozen and it was only one, that they could take it. That mistake proved fatal. 

The being was obviously some kind of divine. No other force could cut through those bearing a Demon's protective amulets as though they were butter. Nothing else could splash stone walls with red and ignite the robes of the very recently deceased in one blow. Nothing else's wrath could be so swift and terrible! Matthew wasn't sure whether his screams joined the many cut off by horrific gurgling. All he knew was that once every last cultist was dead, after every soul in the room had been severed save for his own, it was alarmingly quiet. 

The thing stepped into the pool of moonlight made by it's entrance and paused to catch it's breath. Finally, Matthew got a good look at it. 

At him, rather. His feathered wings were cloth ripped from the fabric of night itself. His eyes, still wild from battle, were swirling red nebulas set into the bloodsplattered face of the moon. His steps were even and measured as he walked towards the sacrifice, blade held at his side. 

Matthew flinched and squeezed his eyes shut on instinct. The angel before him was fallen, after all; beholden to no God and no code, if he decided Matthew's life was forfeit too, his blade would find no resistance from demon-marked flesh.

Matthew expected the next (and last) thing he felt to be the bite of that sword. For his abused body to burn, for the fallen one to complete his task and leave no one alive to tell the tale of what happened here. What he didn't expect was a gentle hand under his chin, lifting it slightly and bidding him to open his eyes. 

He did so slowly, expecting to be greeted with the same battle craze and bloodlust. Instead, the clouds of the divine's eyes had cleared, leaving only dolorous pools of crimson to stare back at him. 

"What is your name?" The angel asked. Though it was clear he was trying to be gentle, there was still a commanding edge to his voice.  

"M-Matthew. Matthew, my name is Matthew, Mr. Angel. A-are you going to, um… I-I mean, am I going… to…?"

A breath resembling a chuckle left the divine's lips at the implication. His deft fingers began to work the knots that bound Matthew's wrists together loose, until the bloodstained rope finally fell to the cold stone altar. "You will not die tonight, Matthew. Can you stand?"

Truth be told, Matthew couldn't even find it in himself to try. His strength was gone. Starvation, dehydration, and countless tortures would have been enough of a reason, but something in his very soul had been drained and fed to the ritual. Perhaps something small in him had died along with everyone else in the room after all. All he could do was shake his head. 

This was, apparently, not going to be a problem for the angel. He scooped Matthew up easily, as if he were merely a child and not a man of twenty-three. A soft half-smile illuminated the fallen one's face as he walked towards the moonlight. 

"I can promise you this, Matthew." He began, as he stretched out his mighty wings. One flap, two flaps, and the room that was supposed to spell death was nothing more than a memory. 

"No one's ever going to hurt you again. Not as long as I'm around."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So two Golden Reddys walk into a bar-

[eri-pl]

I need a name. But not for a character.

So, you know how in LotR there is that one charge where Thoeden charges and "his eyes shone like a Vala's" and stuff.

Let us ignore for a moment the fact that comparision to a Vala (or to Orome by name) is a huge compliment by itself. But. This is the same description that Fingolfin gets in his death scene. And Fingolfin is insanely powerful first age king of the Eldar. So, basically, Theoden gets complimented by comparision to Fingolfin, but not directly, but by getting the same poetic description.

Does this literary device have a name?

I don't mean things like Elrond-Luthien parallel description because they look similar, because he is her great-grandson. I mean things that are more behavioral or psychological than just physical looks. (Yes, in the Legendarious "shining eyes" is a psychological trait).

Thank you.

[rexscanonwife]

I'm gonna continue giving love to my fem f/os and my fellow wlw self shippers but you know who's threatening to make a comeback lately..? 😳 I'll give you a hint 🪲

[cenobi-ravioli]

tfw u realize there’s a good chance you’ll outlive you’re baby brother

I really like the headcanon that future Mikey ages faster do to the extreme overuse of his powers during the war

[mylove-thresher]

guys... i had a vision

is it visioning tho

if you want to know my thought process behind this idk i need to yap and rant sm uaarfhghdgh 😭vvv

ok so i had this idea for a while right mainly inspired by this show my ma watches on netflix called glow up

it started off with an oc of mine modeling with watercolour hearts all over her body and just very heart themed overall very artistic in general

and today i decided i wanted to sketch something bc i was like "no way my bruabba shitpost has more notes than my /srs posts" and it was kinda like my actual art wasn't really worth it in comparison to a joke and it made me stop for a sec

so i kinda had to lock in and pull out my semi realistic art style, even if i know it doesnt exactly get the biggest spotlight (im that insecure 😭)

and well this was the finished sketch

decided to make it more like some photoshoot (ig) and added more accessories than what i had originally thought up (ex. the heart earrings (barely visible lmao 😭), pearl necklaces, and the fuzzy cloth that wraps around the both of them)

i also switched up their hair styles (low side bun for giorno and some kind of finger waves for trish) bc hey they can change their swag just like trish did in the manga multiple times

hope y'all like it even if i didnt put too much time into it, i appreciate y'all a lot <3<3<3<3

congrats if you read allat ig lmao *hands you over your clowning medal*

[peanutbutter069]

hel;o tv series yasuto akita (jmoar kurohyo art!!!!!!!!!) A BUNCH OF MISCELLANEOUS DRAWINGS AND DOLDLES AHEAD (noy assorted in anyway likr new to old or stuff like that.sorry, its just stuff i didn't bothered to post here until NOWWW) no literealy those r a lot of drawins my big kurohyo art dump..........(minus nishiki drawn m=by memory and frye adn some inkling dude person. and some seals and a random lady and the really really streched out puyo)the weird neru and akita amalgamation thing was an execption because. hwell its kurohyou related

yea most of it is juts pure slop sorry once again

[vaugarde]

imagine if instead of having vic mignogna keldeo, we got an iris movie about her relationship with kyurem

[skinandscales-if]

Wait?…does our clothes tear of when we transform? Or do our clothes meld in to us? Orrrrr are we dragons just going full on nude like? Please don’t tell me we have special clothes that change with us course that would look UGLY! Super baggy pants that has a hole for the tail😭

the most important question imo: do we look cool or not

don’t worry I got you anon 😌 check this post for all the clothes shifting info you need!

[kedreeva]

Saw a little guy sitting on Artemis, so I offered my hand and he jumped right to me. I let him go free next to my chair, and 20 minutes later he turned up again. So the second time I set him free on a sapling near my back door and turned around to find my good old boy on the frame.

[pizzagodswag]

The Dandy's World hyper fixation is real

I'm so addicted to Dandy's World help, I literally spend all day playing, watching memes and animations and daydreaming about Dandy's World nonstop😭 I'm barely focusing on my schoolwork these days because of Dandy's World helpppp😭

Btw, sorry if I write something wrong I'm not fluent in English

[kaitaiga]

love/hate relationship with writing out oc bios

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually