#idk. we'll see how it goes!

[moonchild-in-blue]

I got some really pretty silver thread and gorgeous blue beads, so I'm thinking of doing a little Atlantic/Drag Me Under inspired choker. I think it would fit nicely.

[bluewolfangel01]

I love the unhinged idea that if Mc is angry or dissapointed with the demons, that they would create a circle of salt around themselves and just stay in it

And no matter the immense combined powers that Diavolo, Barbatos, and the Brothers hold, they ain't getting past the salt circle no matter what they do

Salt is the most powerful thing in the Devildom, confirmed

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i have to say i love the art from your pfp where erik's holding charles it looks so sassy idk i love seeing erik holding charles in various ways and you just draw that perfectly thank you very much erik please do carry charles everywhere he's a princess and he deserves that

thank you my friend !! he is his princess thats so true .....

[roobiedo]

Made this for the Solarpunk Aesthetic Week server in a sudden creative fever, so I guess I'll post it here too hh

A relative of mine knows someone who teaches kids, so I'm gonna suggest this as an art project for them! The idea is that students could each make/decorate their own shelf, then put them together to form a hive, which could function as mini lockers in their classrooms. Then, by the end of the school year or something, they could either take their own little shelf home (or exchange them with their peers?), or recycle them into materials for the next class! Hopefully it'll teach them about pollinators too 🐝

Idk how doable this project is really, and its scary to imagine one of my silly designs could actually become something tangible irl. But even so, I'm still excited to try 🥰 (And if anyone else attempts this too, please let me know!!!)

[dawnofiight]

We got the ultimate study guide: Damien, Aaron, David

The Crammer: Asher, Darlin', Elliot (I do not know this man)

And the person who doesn't study at all but somehow fucking passes because knowledge: Porter, Milo and unfortunately Blake

[karkatbug]

I think candy!john should keep this look tbh it suits him lol

[kas-eddie-munson]

more disabled steddie~ same CWs as earlier parts.

Part 1 ~ Part 2

~~~

After the party, Eddie was out of commission for a few days, exhausted.  But he had a mission now, so by the time the next weekend rolled around, he dragged the phonebook out of the kitchen drawer and scanned the B’s for Buckley.

Her mom picked up, because that was just his luck, and he made something up about being a friend from band til he got Robin on the line.

“Hey!  Buckley!  You watch a lot of like, foreign films, right?  Like in French or something?”

“Uh, yeah?  Eddie?  Who is this?”

“Yeah it’s Eddie.  Listen, does Steve like those?”

“Steve?  I mean I’ve forced him to watch them with me, but no, not really.  Are you alright?  I don’t think you’ve ever called me before.”

Eddie explained that he wanted to invite the two of them over to watch a movie, and Robin got excited, listing off movies she thought they’d all like.

The next day, Eddie opened the door to an enthusiastic Robin, Steve getting out of his car behind her.

“- and we ended up going with Star Wars which I’m sure you’ve seen already but like it’s a classic?  And it’s Steve’s favorite, so we can do a mini marathon!”

Eddie pulled up next to the sofa and locked his wheels, scooching over onto the sofa and getting himself comfy.  Robin stood staring at him.

“Um, do you need help?  Or,”

She made a pained expression and Eddie told her he was fine, which he was.  She sat down in Wayne’s recliner, as far away as she could be from where Eddie was sitting.

They got the movie set up and Steve made popcorn while Robin skipped through the ads.  Steve brought over the food, and she navigated the menu, turning on closed captions.  Eddie said nothing, but Steve scowled at her.

“Eds, did Robin tell you I’ve seen Star Wars before?  Multiple times?”  Steve made eye contact with her as he spoke.

He and Robin had a silent conversation.  She pressed play without looking at the remote, and Steve heaved a sigh, head flopping back onto the sofa.

Eddie nudged Steve as they watched, making little comments after he got his attention.  He didn’t ask about the elephant in the room.  By the time the first movie ended they were barely paying attention to it, conversation drifting between all sorts of unrelated topics.

The next day was rough.  Everything hurt, despite not doing much the day before.  Too much to even sleep it off.  He didn’t have weed, since he wasn’t selling anymore and couldn’t exactly ask Wayne to run him up to Rick’s place.  He just laid in bed, half awake most of the day.

Wednesday, Eddie woke up feeling alright.  Wayne helped him down off the porch to the car, and then packed his chair in the trunk.

Wayne took Eddie to the grocery store sometimes, like he was a dog that needed a walk.  It was one of the few places in town with automatic doors and ramps onto the sidewalk, presumably for the shopping carts.  He’d rip their shopping list in half, and hand half to Eddie, who would grab what he could carry in his lap and return so Wayne could get the rest of their food.  Eddie was sure it took longer this way but didn’t complain.

He overheard him talking to Mrs. Henderson near the checkout lanes.  She called Wayne “an angel.”  Wayne Munson, who watches baseball in his underwear and smokes a pack a day.  Eddie doesn’t think Wayne’s been called an angel in his life.

But he was an angel now apparently, because he has the gargantuan burden of babysitting twenty-one-year-old Eddie Munson.  Indefinitely.

Eddie pretended he hadn’t heard the conversation in the car, just fiddled with the radio.  Wayne didn’t mention talking to her either.  They drove home in silence.

Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6

[juustozzi]

slowly descending back into inazuma madness while waiting for the game news... (and daydreaming about an old AU again)

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Sunday doodle, will likely clean this up later :3

[jenevawashere]

Just finished rewatching a show about saffic witches and their adopted gay son as a coping mechanism. I'm gonna try to say this without spoilers so...

I noticed that Teen has a tapestry of the Moon Tarot card hanging in his room. And uh... I'm just gonna leave ya'll with this: "The Moon is a card of illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself."

Now to those of you that have watched the show, think about his character, what we know about him now. Three years between the flashback and the present within the story.

He was telling his parents without actually telling them. They had the visual clue right there on the wall and they didn't notice. Agatha was right, they really are dramatic. And now this one looks like he's got a guilt complex.

[angryducktimemachine]

Give a man a canon cat in his podcast of choice and he'll draw a thousand things including the cat.

[ID: a digital drawing of Hampton from Fawx & Stallion. He's a white man with freckles and curly, ginger hair. He's wearing a red smoking jacket in which he has wrapped Ambrosius, a large ginger cat. /End ID]

[nightsky-blush]

Yandere Sorcerer x Princess Reader

Tw for yandere themes and some stalking elements

The kingdom has a royal sorcerer, and he’s getting on in age. He takes on an apprentice who will replace him. When the new, handsome apprentice arrives at the castle, you’re instantly interested in him. 

As the youngest princess, you have a little more freedom than your older siblings, and have time to visit the new apprentice. 

He’s tall and has a sharp jaw and cheekbones, dark hair that reaches his chin. He has deep brown eyes, elegant eyebrows and a soft, low voice. He's only a little older than you, and although he seems quiet and serious, he always smiles kindly at you. 

You've always been curious about magic, but never been allowed to learn it. He indulges your questions and lets you watch him work, and even teaches you a few simple charms as long as you keep it a secret. 

The two of you become good friends, but it's not long before he starts to feel more for you. You're smart and beautiful, and he can't help picturing you in his arms, even though as a princess, it’s impossible for you two to be together. There's no way your parents would let you marry below your station. 

But the longer he knows you, the less he can imagine letting you go. He uses scrying spells to watch you bathe, commands mice in the castle to bring him scraps of your clothing, laces your dreams with images of him. He can't help but imagine your soft body pressed against his, his long, thin fingers exploring every inch of your skin. 

So when your father reveals that he’s picked a husband for you, he flies into a panic. You belong with him, someone who truly knows and loves you, not some random royal who you’ll only marry for political reasons. 

He’ll do anything, even venture into dangerous dark magic, if it means the two of you can be together. 

And it seems like he might have to do just that. 

[lizardkingeliot]

if i suddenly become a thousand times more annoying on here it's because i'm trying *really* hard to spend less time on twitter because iwtvtwt is nothing but the same stolen gifs being reposted over and over again without credit in between the same mind-numbingly dull discourse recycling itself with the phases of the moon and it's becoming incredibly grating to witness lol

[feeling--pink]

Day 15 (pink) - Weblena 💕

I'm back!! Y'all would not believe the week I had but I digress- weblena!!! :D

[madamemiz]

[mystery-salad]

I think I need a break...

The lack of sleep from having a day job is starting to really affect me on top of a couple other things that are hitting much harder now that I'm on a medication that tempers more obvious issues. And these are pushing me into a state that has me very terrified I've pushed everyone away.

So I'm stepping back for a while until I can rationally not assume the worst of my actions in my own and others' spaces.