#lets hope i manage it

[amimere]

tdf update 2

first third of my tdf project is done!

i ended up going with the sweater (or cardigan) spin ive been planning for a few years, i decided on going for a higher twist and thicker yarn than i usually do for it, so its not as even as it could be, but that just adds to the charm imho

now im on to the the second of the three colors i picked out for this project

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[absentlyabbie]

taking my life into my hands to resurrect this godawful hellpoll and let it run for a week this time

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

My Cabinet of Tiger Ministers is in shambles.

[diamondzart]

My first attempt at imagining adult Tanya Willis

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Yet another jewish privilege: Stores putting sales on holiday items because (apparently) management has no clue when "those people's" holidays are.

They put chanukah candles on sale for $0.71 a box the week before chanukah

[lemongogo]

[milamurart]

Merry (belated) Christmas and Happy New Year to you, @thatswhatido28! I was your fellow gifter this @dishonoredgiftexchange Winter Feast.

You requested Billie and Daud in the last days before his death, so here's a little bittersweet-ish evening they shared. I hope you enjoy it! Because I sure did enjoy working on this prompt.

Have some great winter holidays, people

a bit of wips because I find them amusing

[twisting-in-wonderland]

Silver + glasses = wise old man trope...

. this has been a wip for like. weeks - i had no energy left to finish it properly lol so i'm posting it as is-----

'bonus' (VERY. UNFINISHED- )

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[valgeristik]

Ничего не останется от нас, Нам останемся, в лучшем случае, мы

hi. hello. listen to this song

i have so many thoughts about these two. oh my god. maybe i will write it out some day, but for now drawing it out will do

translation will be under the cut! knowing the words does add to the work so i do recommend reading it. or just enjoy the art <3

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heres the translation, color coded according to how i broke it up for the art. just in casies

first page:

Love is scarier than war

Love strikes more true than steel

second page:

More true, because of your own volition

third page:

You run towards all the winds

Let there be pain and eternal battle

Not atmospheric, not earthly

fourth page:

But definitely with you

caption:

There will be nothing left of us,

we will be left with, in the best case, ourselves

[salmon-vive]

So what are Fiddleford's thoughts on the whole... Willford situation? How involved is he?

Explanation:

At least during the building of the portal, fiddelford is not involved.

He began to see how his best friend crossed his boundaries. Ford began to become more consumed by his work and the desire to be recognized (and who knows what else)

This comic could be a continuation of this one. Will possesses Ford and feels sorry for Fiddleford, but Fiddleford doesn't trust whatever Ford is going to tell him because all the attempts to comfort him are just to keep him working, just like the coffee! usually ford just gives him coffee to keep him awake.

if only he could come back to those college days with ford...it would be so funny if Will made Fidds tought college ford was back for a moment-

[aueua]

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[rhinoyo]

a little fan animatic for @lostxmelody's mikofuu fic parts of a human...! <3 a very very very good read :') <3

[xmrnothingx]

Samus Aran from Metroid, Aerith Gainsborough from Final Fantasy VII, and Tharja from Fire Emblem Awakening

Merry Christmas!🎄 I drew my favorite video-game girls hanging out under the mistletoe

[damnprecious]

Wait, is Finland not Scandinavia?

Finland is, in fact, not an Scandinavian country. Denmark, Sweden and Norway are Scandinavian countries, while the three Scandinavian countries and Finland and Iceland make up the Nordic countries, and the Nordics also include the autonomous areas of Greenland, Faroe Islands and Åland.

In the English language, the two terms are often used synonymously, but in the Nordics, the two terms wouldn't be used interchangeably. This is because of geographical and cultural reasons: Geographically, Scandinavia refers to the Scandinavian peninsula, which Finland is not a part of (aside of the northernmost parts of the country), and culturally Swedish, Norwegian and Danish are Scandinavian languages, while Finnish is a Finno-Ugric language. Although Denmark also isn't located on the Scandinavian peninsula either, Danish is a Scandinavian language. There's also historical and political reasons for the distinction.

But yes, very much understandable if you didn't know this since at least English treats the two terms as synonyms, I'm not sure if other languages treat them as the same or not.