#mm. i mean...

[fideidefenswhore]

Henry was not even a particularly neglectful father by royal contemporary standards. He saw Elizabeth seldom, but he was kept aware of her progress, and in 1542, after dining with both daughters at Pyrgo Park near Romford, he began to see more of them. In Elizabeth's case, this may have had as much to do with her age as anything else--she was, in her father's words, now exhibiting the qualities 'agreeable to her estate' [...] At nine or so, Elizabeth would have begun to be a civilized companion. For the last five years of the king's life, Elizabeth was given increasing signs that he loved and cherished her, and she reciprocated with a proud and powerful affection which endured in her as queen.

Elizabeth: Renaissance Prince, Lisa Hilton

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[orxinus]

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[nell0-0]

I was just having a bit of fun with incorrect quotes stuff and. well-

Look, do I love Fi? Yes.

Do I think Mask would be a tad salty and sensitive about that specific subject? Also yes.

[colorpuzzled]

does anyone fw him . the ringer

[narsh-poptarts]

Tonight's cooldown Fierce Deity is brought to you by the world's emo-est vibes

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "delicate" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+*:🍰:*﹤descrip. : trying something new w leehan!

+*:💚:*﹤content : sub tendencies!leehan x softdom tendencies!reader

+*:🍓:*﹤warnings : 18+, mdni <3, handjob, choking

+*:💗:*﹤word count : 1.6K

+*:🍰:*﹤masterlist

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Leehan has this way of loving you that makes you feel heavy, vulnerable, suffocated in the best way possible. With wide, watery eyes, he stares at you like you raise the sun and lower the moon, even now, when you have him pinned against the wall and your hand working his cock rapidly. 

His head is leaning back against the surface, but his glossy eyes are locked on you. You want to shy away from all that adoration, but it's useless – your eyes always fall back on Leehan, leaking with every gross, lovesick emotion you could ever feel for another person because you're no better than him.

His hips are meeting you halfway, thrusting into your palm. His neck is flushed and decorated with bruises you sucked into it moments prior, and weak, raspy noises leave it continuously. You lean up to suck more kisses onto it, lick stripes along his Adam's apple, and he groans at the feeling. 

You pull away to see the new marks already coloring, shiny with saliva, and you reach up to wipe the area clean. Your hand falters on his cock, distracted, and it's like something else is controlling you when your fingers drag across his throat again, feeling at the bump protruding from it. You lightly press on it. 

Leehan huffs out a deep breath, and you tear your eyes away from his throat to look back at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed in a silent plea, so you try it again, pressing your thumb against his throat a little harder. You're careful not to actually hurt him, and your breath catches at the way his eyelashes flutter. 

You position your hand so your palm is touching his adams apple, hand wrapped around his throat, and look at him again, check in on him. 

“Is this okay?” You ask, voice quiet and gentle. His eyelids are lower now, quivering like he's struggling to keep them open. His nod is short, movements restricted by your hand. He swallows, and you're addicted to the way you can feel his throat constrict and release under your hold. His hands are resting on your hips, so you bring one up and wrap it around your wrist. He lets you guide him easily, body pliant where it's slumped against the wall. 

“Will you tap me if you want me to stop?” You ask just loud enough so he can hear you, because you're afraid the air will crumble to pieces around you if you disturb it. He lets out a faint, breathless “Okay,” a tiny vibration against your palm that makes your panties wetten.

Your fingers squeeze around his throat lightly, just to test the waters, and Leehan's eyes flutter shut again. You give him a second to regain himself, and when his eyes open up again, falling onto your own, you wrap your free hand back around his cock.

His breath catches at the feeling, and he lets out a shaky sigh as you start a slow pace. You speed up gradually, and when your pace is back to how it started, rapid and relentless, only stopping every so often to thumb along his tip, you tighten your grasp on his neck, feel the delicate structure in your hold. 

Leehan's head knocks back against the wall, pretty eyes squeezing shut and grip on your wrist tightening. You pay close attention to see if he'll tap you, if he needs you to stop, but he doesn't. 

“Look at me, Hannie.” You whisper. You're not sure he heard you, but after a couple of seconds, his eyelids flutter open. They're lower now, from the force of his creased eyebrows, threatening to close again. It's surprising – Leehan is usually the one advocating for eye contact, but he can barely keep his eyes open. It's powerful to strip away the one demand he always gives you, to flip the switch and give it to him instead. You loosen your hold on his throat and rub the head of his dick again, gentler this time, because he's trying to say something. 

“Breathe, c-can’t–” He gasps out, hips rocking into your touch desperately. His voice is hoarse, words broken up as you continue stroking his cock, squeezing around it lightly, squeezing around his throat simultaneously, cutting off whatever else he had to say. 

Precum is leaking from his tip, spreading along your hand and his shaft, making your strokes messy and smooth. You lean up to speak near his ear. 

“You're so tender like this, with your life in the palm of my hand. D’you like it, Hannie?” Leehan likes when your voice is soft but teasing, whispering dirty words where only he can hear, so that's what you do.

His response is just a pathetic string of choked-off noises, nails digging into your wrist. He's stunning, but you tell him he looks pathetic, watch as the words settle along his skin. His mouth is hanging open uselessly, drool running down his chin. You attach your lips to his, kissing him roughly, while he pants into your mouth, desperate for the little air he can get. 

He’s trembling, grip sporadic as it tightens and loosens around your wrist. You watch as his eyes roll back into his head. His cock is hot and heavy in your hand, and it twitches right before he's spurting cum all over your palm. You release his throat, using your now free hand to press his hips against the wall as you work him through it. His throat is scratchy, whines breathless as he weakly tries to push your hand away from his overstimulated cock. 

You kiss away stray tears that fell at some point and left streaks behind on his cheeks, rubbing his shoulders soothingly as he catches his breath. He's just as beautiful now, face pink and eyes sparkling with stars in them, and you bask in it, sure that your own eyes are shining with love as well.

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a/n : a leehan choking fic that literally no one asked for, if you sent an ask i'm working on it sweeties <33 pls lmk if u read this & see any typos

[tiger-grace]

Damian: it’s me!

Dick: no, it’s me!

Tim: come on guys, it’s probably cass..

Alfred: I would also offer it on master cassandra.

Duke: what are you guys even doing?

Steph: they’re trying to vote and see who bruce’s favorite child is

Jason, entering the room and then turning around: I refuse to vote on anything ever.

[amaranthdahlia]

they passed ofa around like a basketball game

[the-peak-tmnt]

Oh no, the jig is up! This person has discovered my dark secret! I'm totally paying people to read my silly ninja turtle fanfic because it's just too unbelievable that people would read a long fic or leave long comments because of...

[checks comment again] ...high gas prices???

[nosleep83]

I love how the nightmare sequence in the newest raph teaser shows us that this is canonically how leo acts in raphs head

[ohitslen]

Promises

He should know better. 

Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised. 

Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.

He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment. 

He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies. 

Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.

A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.

It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.

He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit. 

But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.

He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them. 

So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.

For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.

For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.

He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.

He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.

He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.

He should know better.

But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?

[turtleblogatlast]

Middle of the night thought that I may extrapolate on much, much later: The next iteration of Leo always has something about them that the previous iteration wanted or was denied of.

[egophiliac]

I was wanting to try doing an art piece in the style of the signature spell poster art pieces you create. But I’m not really the best at coming up with a composition for such a thing.

Do you have a process for how you come up with the compositions for them?

oh, awesome! it is an INCREDIBLY enjoyable style to work in; I hope you have fun with it! :D

I'm not great at putting my thought/art process into words, so my apologies if this doesn't make a lot of sense, but I'll try! my first step is always to do a LOT of thumbnails to figure out both the idea and how I want to show it; not trying to do a real sketch or anything, just little doodles to figure out what exactly I'm trying to portray. (I also call these "garbage passes" because they're not meant to be any good, they're just there to throw things out. aha. ha. ...anyway.) I think it's important during that first stage to really focus on the idea and the layout and not to get too bogged down in the actual drawing yet!

I tend to save my final thumbnails, so I'll use 'em as examples (I posted the ones up through episode 5 here if you're interested!) (and, uhhh, spoilers through episode 5 also in this post, hopefully that won't be an issue!)

the main thing I try to think about in composition is balance -- not necessarily in terms of symmetry, but in where each element is placed and how much space it's taking up. remember, empty space is still space! it's also really important to think about the parts that don't have anything in them, as much as the parts that do!

personally, I like to divide things up roughly by both halves and by thirds -- there's a lot more in-depth info out there on why the "rule of thirds" in particular works well visually, but in short, our brains tend to focus on things that are placed closer to imaginary division lines, instead of in the exact center of an image. so even when I'm doing something that is very centered and symmetrical, I try to keep that in mind and generally aim around those for landmarks like faces/eyes (or...where they would be, anyway) and other focal points.

it's not a formula of "the character's face should be in this division of this grid" or anything, more like "our minds like to focus on these areas, let's think about how to use that", if that makes sense! and of course rules are made to be broken, art is lawless anarchy, and so on. but it can be a good starting place for deciding where you want to put things!

(blue - thirds, red - half)

and against the finished versions, because they do usually end up changing a lot (including the empty space of the border):

(...these actually lined up a lot better than I thought they would. :') it makes me look like I do things way more intentionally than I do.)

other stuff I just try to keep in mind is that our eyes like following arcs and paths, which can be a good way to guide the eye:

and frame and control the focus:

honestly, composition is one of those things I feel like I struggle with a lot, so I'm not sure how much of this is helpful or actually makes sense outside of my head. but hopefully it helps a little! it's all just stuff to think about while drawing and not anything hard-and-fast, so don't, like, stress out about making sure things are lining up exactly on the thirds or anything. again, it's more "our brains think these are the dopest parts of the rectangle" than anything else! take advantage of the cool parts of the rectangle!

NOW GO HAVE FUN DRAWING seriously though, it is always super cool that other people like this idea and style enough to want to do it themselves and for other/their own characters! thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

[sysig]

Can I request a pokemon drawing? Was thinking mewtwo but idk whoever whatever!

Day 11 - Quiet pls