#its better now though

[flightlessaugury]

Who knew that when a program says the file needs to be in .txt format, with encoding of Unicode UTF-8 and "insert line breaks" that it ACTUALLY needs that to function properly! That's insane! Woah!!!

Side note, fuck you ms word for making it so convoluted to actually get to that fucking point. I was fine, I understood what needed to be clicked, but why'd you have to make it so confusing to get to that window.

[egophiliac]

Final manifestations for Book 7?

I'm trying REALLY hard not to build up any solid expectations, because I wanna go in ~fresh~! they're already so far away from anything I thought would happen (not in a bad way, I'm just accepting that I'm on Miss Yana's Wild Ride at this point and we're seeing this thing through 'til the end, by gum). so it's nothing too major, but:

they've been handing new crying expressions out like candy lately, I want to see some delicious Malleus tears.

honestly I want everyone to cry buckets. their tears sustain me. the more Silver angst specifically I get the happier I am.

SILVER!!!! 👏 VANROUGE!!!! 👏

just let him have this. the poor boy's been through so much. let him have his big "I'm proud of you, son" moment with Lilia.

I'm 100% expecting Grim's arc (and probably whatever's going on with Crowley) to be its own episode, but a nice hook to leave us hanging on would be good!

a nice hook though, please, I don't think I can take another "Grim is attacking us! now wait eight months to find out what happens :)" cliffhanger...

some Meleanor? as a treat? just a little bit, a tiny quick flashback or something, please Twst I just, I just want to see her again. let her have a little ghost cameo like Dawnathan Knight got. Lilia and his kids are all having their big group hug or whatever and she can gently fade in to be all like

(turning asks off until I'm done playing, SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE Y'ALL)

[shripscapi]

Queen Cersei Lannister

absolutely never would have anticipated how many times i’d end up drawing cersei when I first started asoiaf but over time she has cemented herself as one of my favorite characters…

i’m forever revisiting my own designs, so here’s a second attempt at Cersei’s ruby mourning dress and a first attempt at her in her hunting greens when she goes to meet with Ned. I think hunting greens implies menswear, but I’m not certain and I could be misinterpreting…? either way I think it is more reasonable for trying to be stealthy so that’s the route I took…

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[melonsharks]

like a thing, make a character lineup to figure out how i would draw them. thats the way my brain works! you can find close-ups under the cut!

these were fun :] theres a lot of characters in this show that would be fun to draw, is there anyone you guys wanna see next? 🤔

[ciderjacks]

despite Laios low self esteem making him think that if he’d been eaten, Chilchuck and Marcille wouldn’t have helped Falin,

theres a small part of me that thinks the reason Chilchuck stayed with the party and went back in the dungeon in the first place was because he didn’t want to leave Laios alone. That Laios was moreso the reason he stayed.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hi!! Your Cherik is so good and gorgeous 🤩🤩 If you don't mind wanna try to draw some Fall of X Cherik please?

thank you so much !!

i have a couple of ideas relating to the fall of x period specifically since theres. A Lot i wanna play with, so i hope this lil thing may be a satisfactory start :]]

and the obligatory bonus:

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[hoshiina]

pairing: narumi gen x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he's always thought that anyone would do if he just wanted to find love but he realizes you're the one he wishes for, inspired by pop song by yonezu kenshi

warnings: some profanities from narumi

wc: 1300

Narumi Gen hated a lot of things, but one of his least favourites of all time was "true love". He despised when people would describe their love for another as "true love". It couldn't possibly be that serious. Just say you loved your partner. That was probably the extent feelings got to anyways— you just so happened to like each other at the same time. To him that was plenty of a feat alone, why would you have to make it sound like more than it is? For the sake of love? Ridiculous.

To him, that was truly all love was. If there was someone who liked him when he happened to like them too, that was enough. No need for years of pining, no need to get attached to some unrequited love. All that noise about love and destiny surely wasn't all that necessary.

Now, this wasn't to say that he didn't wish to find love— because he did. Like any other person, he truly wished to be loved. It was just that what he had in mind wasn't some deep pure love that'd last forever, nor was it a promise for eternity. He just wished for a light-hearted "I love you" here and there with someone he found special.

And for that, anyone would do. He'd find someone who fancied him along the way, and hopefully he'd like them back. That was all there was to it.

This meant his plan for finding his partner was sitting around and waiting. As horribly lame as that sounded, because he was Narumi Gen, this wasn't that hopeless of a plan. So, that's what he did. He'd go around saving people and doing his duties (to the absolute bare minimum) while making sure he was constantly trending, hoping that one day, someone would like him.

Today he was standing around for a solid five extra minutes after he defeated the honju with ease, hoping the media would snap some nice pictures of him, or he'd finally charm someone this time.

"Captain, you ought to stop that," you said. "It's rather embarrassing, you look desperate now."

"Oh, would you shut up," he said. "You're ruining my good name!"

You snorted. "What good name," you scoffed.

"I'm starting to think its your fault I'm not charming anyone. Perhaps if you didn't stop me every time, someone would have found me by now," he said.

"Yeah, right. Captain Ashiro seems to be having no issues charming people and I've never seen her try to," you said.

"You little shit," he said.

"Besides they're going to be utterly disappointed if they think this is what you're like and then they find out what you're… actually like," you said, and he was starting to think you wanted him to fire you. "It's okay. Someone will see how you're actually lovely at times soon."

"What?" he asked, shocked by what you said.

"What?" you replied, confused.

"You— you said lovely," he said quietly. Suddenly he felt flustered.

"Oh," you said, looking away and avoiding eye contact. It wasn't like you didn't mean to say that, but you didn't think it was that big of a deal. Rather, how flustered he sounded took you by surprise. “Well, you’re a little lame but you’re a good guy. Like you pretend you only do it for the media, but I know you’re always checking the alleyways that don’t have as much surveillance just in case, and checking alleyways isn’t something a captain has to do. And we both know the media isn’t writing about anything you do there. Things like that.”

“You never know!” he said, and you snorted.

“Alright then,” you said. “You do you, Captain.”

“I will!” he said back, trying to sound proud.

A week had passed and here he was, doing what he always did after arriving fashionably late to the scene and taking all the kaiju out in a matter of minutes: standing around trying to look good. Because he wanted love, and anyone would do. Anyone who liked him was supposed to do.

...

And yet he wished for you.

He wished that when he woke up, the first thing he would see was you. He wished that you'd smile at him everyday with love and genuine joy the way you did to others, and he wished that you’d smile that way to him alone. He wished that after a long day, he was the one you came home to. He wished from the bottom of his heart that you would always be safe and no harm would ever come your way. He wished that your days were filled with laughter and smiles and he knew he would risk his life to protect that.

It was so unlike him in a way he absolutely hated. True love was supposed to be nonsense and someone being ‘the one’ was supposed to be some dramatic line in a movie. It upset him, that he was so utterly fond of you. Yet, no matter how much it upset him, it didn't change the fact that he was, and he couldn't deny it anymore after trying to ignore it for the full week.

So here he was, acting stupid again, hoping that you’d scold him again or tell him he’s embarrassing himself, because that’s what it’s come down to. He just wanted another reason to talk to you.

But you wouldn’t come to stop him after 10 whole minutes.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?” he asked, irritated.

“Pardon?” you asked, utterly confused.

“Why aren’t you telling me to stop?” he asked again. He was aware how silly he sounded, but he was pissed off that you meant so much to him so he had to take it out on you.

“Because you told me to stop last time??” you replied. “I thought you were going to keep this up until you found yourself a partner.”

“You’re the one who told me to find someone that saw how I was…. lovely…. at times,” he said, but said the lovely very quietly. Remembering that you had described him as lovely made his cheeks burn and he’d rather die than let you see that.

“I mean, yeah. I do think you should,” you said.

“Don’t you notice, though?” he asked quietly, avoiding eye contact. There was a moment of silence.

“I do,” you said, and immediately he looked up to face you. You had a grin on your face and you looked so proud— you looked like you had won a game. Oh, how he hated you.

“You’re so annoying,” he said, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Rich coming from you,” you said.

“So, do you—,” he started to yell before cutting himself off. Carefully, he tried again. “Would you please… uh… be mine…?”

Oh, this is so embarrassing, he thought. Perhaps you’d laugh at him, but he wanted to do this properly, or at the very least try to. He’d be far more than just stupid to mess this up now. He was finally in love.

But your laughter never came. When he looked up your eyes were wide and you looked so flustered, but soon you had the most beautiful smile on your face.

“I would absolutely love to,” you said.

So he kissed you right then and there, because there was nothing he wanted to do more at the moment.

He laughed a little.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“No, nothing,” he said.

There was no way just anyone would do— it had to be you.

[ricky-mortis]

Curtwen Week Day 7: First Meeting/Last Words

[ghostorbz]

Guess who accidentally deleted the animation before I posted it on here and had to use cobalt to get my own video

yt link

[jaylleoo14]

Yan!Jade x Vamp!Reader Drabble

“If you hate me so… then why do you smile so beautifully?”

Hands wrapped around his tender and proportioned neck; huffing on top of him like a savaged animal, pupils blown wide as your vision shakes and becomes disturbed. You’re practically drooling, frothing at the mouth as you eye him like food to feast upon. A surge of desire pumps through your veins, nails digging into his neck until it slowly creases into his skin. 

Jade could throw you off quite easily. A simple thrust of his palm into your elbow and it’d be enough to break your arm inward, or perhaps a kick to the rear end to have you fall forward and then he would grab you by the shoulders to toss you off of him. Though, despite all the possibilities he could possibly enact, he lays there with no struggle. As if accepting what fate would befall upon him. 

“You’re smiling as if you enjoy being choked yourself, Jade.” 

Your voice is low and graveled, strained as you clench your jaws together. And despite that hungry smile you’re fighting back to hold, the urge to bite down onto him and drink his blood is even harder to withstand when he’s in your grasp like this. 

“This is quite the sight to see you in, (name). It’s as if you might just eat me up alive, fufu~”

A click of the tongue is all you give in response, trying to keep your hands steady as you pin him on the floor. Your heart is thumping with a rapid pace and sweat drips down your face. Despite your hands wrapped around his neck, it's as if your hands has thoughts of its own and wants to wring him like a towel. But your sane state of mind is trying so hard not to hurt him and refrain from doing something you could regret. 

“Are you… Out of your mind? Why aren’t you… Why aren't you doing anything?”

You feel his gloved hands slide up to your arm, the fabrics being rubbed against one another as he presses against your body. It makes you tense up even more, and in this state he can observe that your senses are so much more sensitive. Your hold on him isn’t tight enough for him to lose the air streaming through his lungs. But he could feel the restraining and shaking pressure against his skin and tendons as you try to hold yourself back. 

“Oh aren’t you quite the hungry one? It’s quite amusing to see you holding me down like this with your hands around my neck. So starved. Hungry. Primal. Desperate. The things you fail to show when you aren’t looking at me so hungrily.”

His hands don't go to your wrists to try and pry you off, instead, he wraps his arms around your torso. As if encouraging you to drop lower and indulge in yourself. Teasing you, playing with you. Even though he's about to be choked, it’s as if he's planned for this moment. As if he’s still the one in control of this situation. 

“Stop it Jade.” Your smile widens a bit bigger, your eyes widen just a little more as it focuses on a particular spot on his neck. Despite your protest, you feel your desires blinding you more and more, as much as you try to keep yourself together, your crazed and animalistic desire makes you smile big in joy as you’re about to feast for the first time. 

“I’ve seen how you look at me. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You tell me to stop, but you look so excited. Let me guess, is this going to be your first time? You’re practically exhilarated, (name).”

“Shut up. I… I don’t want to hurt you Jade.” 

And as he continues to watch and observe your face, he can only squeeze out a chuckle as tears start to dwell in your eyes. Despite that excited smile on your face, you really don't want to do this. He can see that you’re trying so hard to pull yourself back, to refrain on what you really want to do. Because the moment you sink in your virgin fangs into his neck, and lap up his blood, there will be no going back. 

Call him cruel all you want, but the truth is, Jade is. Jade wants to twist you up inside, watch you writhe and crumble, fill up his curious and sadistic, masochistic thoughts and desires. A sick and twisted, secretive freak that will not outwardly say- but display in manners where you’ll start questioning your own sanity. And all this is derived with his mere sense of corrupted love for you. Love that had bloomed in his pruned heart, a heart full of curious adventure that had spurred with enticement the moment he had found your secret. 

“I’ll be alright, (name). Why don’t you go ahead and indulge yourself.” His voice is soft, as if whispering into your ear like the devil on your shoulder. His arms press more down against your back, pushing your shaking figure down against him. “I have plenty to spare, don't you worry my little Pearl.” 

“I…I hate you Jade. I hate you… Why? Why would you…?” Your hot tears drip onto his cheeks, and your jaw finally loosens up. Releasing your hands from his neck, they adjust to lay on the hard floor beneath you both. The other hand goes over to the crown of his head, and you grab a fistful of his hair. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and yet his scent is making you drool. 

“Jade… You’re really crazy for this… Please, stop me.” Your mouth is already open, your fangs out ready to take a hearty bite in as your fangs shimmer so intimidatingly. He helps himself out and leans his head to the side, as if giving you more room to take your bite. Displaying his tantalizing neck some more, making it look so much more delectable as his collars roughly undone to reveal more of his skin. “I won't be able to go back! Jade, you won't be able to go back!” 

“I’m aware. Don’t be so afraid, (name). I made sure to taste extra good for you.” 

Your fangs hover over him, and even though his last words reveal a sense of lingering mystery, it was already too late once you tasted the blood of his ravishing body. 

A grunt. 

A small moan.

A sharp pain. 

A soothing pat on your head. 

And a fistful of hair in yours. 

Sevens, Jade was right. He did taste extra good. Or maybe, it was just because you were hungry. Still, his blood was delicious. And you hungrily suckled on the spot that you bit into, slurping every single last drop that seeped out of the opening you created into his skin. 

You can hear him chuckling, his warm blood heating your throat with every gulping swallow you make going down your throat. 

“Aren’t you adorable?” 

And once you had enough to satisfy your cravings, you felt as if you had captured your sanity again. Releasing him, you aggressively wiped your mouth and looked down at him with your chest rising and falling, panting as if you ran a marathon. Your face flushed, as he sat up to face you. 

“Weren’t you scared that I could kill you?” Your tears still hotly seep down hitting the palm of your hands with fat drops. 

“No. Because I knew you wouldn’t let me die. You’re too scared to let that happen.” He said as he rubbed the mark on his neck. 

“I'm not bleeding?” All he could feel was your saliva coated around where your lips were being pressed against his neck. No streaks of blood, completely gone and not smeared or slated across his skin. You shook your head, wiping your mouth and the tears that you were slowly drying out as you held yourself together.

“No, my saliva ensures to close the wound back up once I'm done, um… Drinking.”

When you turn your attention back to his face, you can't help but harden your expression once you have gathered enough sense. What the hell was going on in Jade’s mind? 

Call it a hunch, but Jade gets the feeling that you’ll come crawling back to him, again and again. Begging to drink more of him, allowing to be your little blood bag. But drinking such delicious blood doesn't come for free. Everything comes with a price, and Octavinelle is all about making bargains and deals. 

And now that you’ve taken the bait, he’ll ensure you’ll stay and get yourself reeled. A carrot on a stick tactic that has been effectively used, and he won’t mind using it consistently if needed. If it’s for you.

Just you.

“Let's make a trade, (name)”

A smile so wide, so cunning and sly. It's like he was looking down at you- you, trapped in a cage he was able to lure you in and lock you forever. As he pushes himself up from the ground, you get a tingling sense of his scent filling your lungs. When you scoot back, he leans forward. 

“Everytime you want to feast upon me, you have to allow me to indulge in something from you as well. Be it from giving you little errands to run for me, or to somethings more sporadic. But don't worry, those things will only come when you’d like to feast. To make it an equal and fair trade of course.” 

He leans over to you, hovering over you intimidatingly with his larger body. Caging you further to prevent you from escaping from his grasp. Clicking your tongue, you get a surge of goosebumps despite your hostile facial expression.

“Was this what you were after this whole time? Jade, you sly bastard.”

Is all you can seethe out. But god, now that his taste has already injected and poisoned your system, you can't help but get hooked up on it. To get addicted to it. 

To the taste of him. 

In fact, even though you just finished drinking his blood, a part of you wants to continue tasting him just to have his flavor continue coating around your taste buds. But you steel yourself by clenching your fists as you swallow your own saliva down your throat to coax yourself instead. 

He knows he’s awakened something inside of you. Something primal, something desperate, something full of glutton. And oh does he love knowing you need him. The fact that you’ll desire him. Maybe not in the same sense as he desires you, but it’s close enough. It’ll eventually be the same thing. Afterall, the gears are already turning and the script to his plan is already playing out the way he planned. It’s all a matter of time as pieces start falling into place. 

And did I forget to mention that Jade is a very, persistent and patient man?

[binx-art]

JadeRoxy where have you been all my life

[natesrivers]

@nearsbday day 7 - fixation (+ day 1, toy!)

*turn brightness up ^_−☆

[lutervania]

New drdt coming out means MORE TERUKO DRAWINGS FROM ME!!!!! HAHAAAAHHHAAA!!!!! And that other guy I suppose.... (Joke xander is my Goat

[lotus-lamps]

like father like son

hes just toji but smol