#it was kinda weird! :P

[ladytauria]

Ship bingo for uuhhhhhhh Jaytim is basic as is DickJay hmmm

DickTim <3

i love them <3

romeo & juliet part 2 electric boogaloo -> ngl while u can def fit ~forbidden love~ into this ship i picked this one mostly bc they are ABSOLUTELY the kind of idiots where, if one of them sacrificed themselves, the other would follow. or, well. go to the ends of the earth to either a) prove they're not dead or b) bring them back :P

this such a healthy, normal relationship (lying) -> they're bats. the obsessive tendencies come baked in <3

childhood friends to unresolved sexual tension forever and ever -> bc they're dummies who would never actually confess :P

give it twenty years & maybe they'll get their shit together -> see prev

it was love at first sight -> definitely for tim BUT my favorite dicktim flavor is post-red robin (ngl most of my tim ships, my favorite flavor is post-red robin) so i like to imagine that tim takes his cowl off and/or shows off that new confidence / the new tricks he's picked up & dick simply trips into love with him <3

[sunsetcorvid]

couldnt sleep and ended up binging hlvrai again

am i cooking

[boarloved-art]

hello hello!! <3 since i discovered you via your wenzhou fanart i have been waiting with bated breath for more of that (shameless sketch request nudge nudge). i love your style & while i adore your other art as well, there is something to how you draw wenzhou that just ,, hits me straight in the heart. they're my fav of all favourites of all time and your design and interpretation of them make them come alive. (also i know u specifically meant danmei requests, but i'm reinterpreting that as dangai :3) obvs not a demand! ignore this if you're not feeling like it idk, i just also took this as an opportunity to finally tell you i guess <3

hii!! omg thank you so much this is so sweet TT !!!! im glad u enjoy my wenzhous, im sorry they disappeared off the face of the earth!!!! ive missed them dearly!!

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[buwheal]

hey spamton! anything interesting happen recently?

[kerosnes]

been up to some stuff

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

[blackheart-6]

happy anniversary deltarune chapter 2!!

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Wait you went through labor unmedicated???? 🤯 How are you not mentally dying from the pain? Was it painful? Did it take a long time?

Uhhhhh hard to say considering I got through a little over half of it before my appointment yesterday morning but it LITERALLY just felt like my typical period cramps and I guess I have a decently high pain tolerance that it was a nonissue for me until I was admitted and further along :’D My chosen pain management didn’t work because I was already so along but by that point it was basically already time for pushing. It definitely hurt but now it’s like 🤷‍♀️

But I spent maybe 10ish hours in labor in the hospital and I wanna say the birth itself took maybe one?

[screamingfrenchfries]

finally got the chance to bust out this playlist 😼 (give me some fun songs to add if u want lol)

[premamelody]

drawn ref for a flowey wof cbc (mine i made six months ago)

[the-punforgiven]

Do y'all ever get nightmares that just like, aren't scary?

Like you can tell your brain is trying to make this scary, but you just feel nothing?

[leilanising]

Meet my invader zim oc, Biz!

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Biz is part of a special force of irken soldier. Genetic or surgical changes have been made so that Biz can function as a walking, talking communications tower. Like, the antenna were turned to actual antenna 📡 and a headset helps to do proper communication.

With the antenna, Biz can kinda hear every single open irken transmission, and also do hacking to hear private transmissions, or listen in on enemy comms. Along with this tho, means that Biz heard the last transmission of the irken armada, before they all died. Like the screams and everything. Angst ✨️

Sort of like one of the last irkens, like zim. Biz heads to earth to hide. Least that's sort of the story I've figured out :P

[charrytree]

david krumholtz as charlie eppes in CBS Apple Promo

Numb3rs Between Season One and Two

[lopposting]

with every mistake we must surely be learning

[emero0]

In Rin’s one star “Bursting With Energy!” Side story (part 2) Minori and Kohane talk about the ways Rin and Len are interpreted in their songs