#my face still hurts

[silverskye13]

Have you seen the coliseum? The jaws, the stands, the banners, and blood? The crowds, the roaring magnanimous flood? Their voices, the ocean, the pulse in your ears, the shape of their outcry, the shape of your fear. Your sword is the lightning, the thunder their praise, the silence befallen your hand when it's stayed. You should see the coliseum, the fights in the sand, your soul in your teeth and your glory demand. As if you were thunder, the god of the storm, you, gladiator, the proud and hels-born.

[werewolfsmile]

My sister @vampiritea and I are playing a Leverage game. I say an episode title and she has to try and figure out what happens in that episode. It has been a wild ride so far.

(disclaimer: she has seen EVERY EPISODE at least TWICE)

Me: The Carnival Job Her: All I see is Eliot going *wheeeee -- splat* Me: LMAO YES

Me: The Ho Ho Ho Job Her: ....I am begging that it's a Christmas episode

Me: The Big Bang Job Her: idk, it's a big bang so ... there are explosions? A big explosion? Me: It's one of my favourite episodes. Her: That doesn't help. They're all your favourite. Me: It's Eliot-centric Her: well, OBVIOUSLY! Me: It has a cringey fight scene Her: Oh! Where he slides on his knees while he's being shot at?? Me: Yes!

Me: The Van Gogh Job Her: Ah, it's about a painting. A Van Gogh painting! But he has a lot of paintings so ... that doesn't help.

Me: The Long Way Down Job Her: I'm thinking it's something in the snow? Where they climb up a mountain cause if they fall it's a long way down. Me: Correct! Would you believe there's another episode called The Snow Job? I get these two mixed up all the time. Her: ..... Wait what's The Snow Job then??? Me: I'll give you a clue. They're only in a snowy location for like, 1/4 of the episode. If that. Her: ?????

Me: The Miracle Job Her: The Miracle Job ... miracle ... it's a miracle ... The Miracle Job. Where miracles happen.

Me: The Homecoming Job Her: Homecoming ... Is this where they have that high school reunion thing? Me: No ... That's The Reunion Job Her: 😐

Me: The Beantown Bailout Job Her: My first thought is when they go into a bank ... and there's a briefcase ... Me: No Her: Okay. I tried. (later) Her: There's a car ... a bad guy runs away ... Nate saves someone ... Me: He saves two people. Her: He saves two?? One's a child ... the other her dad ... Me: Yes Her: Right ... It's a cool story, dunno how it fits with anything.

Me: The Fairy Godparents Job Her: ...Yikes

Me: The Ice Man Job Her: That's when Hardison's Australian! Me: .....NO!! (context ............. we're Aussie)

Me: The Runway Job Her: The runway .... where they strut their stuff ... like models? Me: Yep. Are you remembering any of this? Her: Nope! I'm just good at detectiving 😇

Me: The Zanzibar Marketplace Job Her: It happens in a marketplace! Me: Um... Her: (sees my face) Or does it??

Me: The Bottle Job Her: Well, that's the one where they're all stuck inside a bottle. Me: 😂 Her: Does it have anything to do with Nate and his alcohol problem? Me: ... A little, yeah. Her: Is that why it's called The Bottle Job? Me: .... No.

Me: Do you want an easy or hard one? Her: Easy! Me: Okay, The Future Job. Her: ........... I said easy.

Me: The French Connection Job Her: Oui oui, baguette, Eiffel tower ... I'm just getting in the mindset of a Frenchman ... No, that's so racist .... Please don't write that!! 😭 (later) Her: Eliot is a chef Me: Yes Her: Teaching people? Me: Yes Her: ...Why?? (later) Me: Do you remember Toby? Eliot's mentor?? Her: Eliot has a mentor. File that away for later. (later) Me: (describing the beginning of the episode in detail) and they beat the snot out of Toby- Her: (whispering) I have no memory of this.

Me: The Broken Wing Job Her: Um! (sticks leg in air) Parker!

Me: The (Very) Big Bird Job Her: ...... Sesame Street?!

Me: The Long Goodbye Job Her: That's the one where they all die Me: 😨 Her: Was I supposed to be softer about that?

Me: The Real Fake Car Job Her: Oh I know that one. That's with the car thieves and the girl, and Hardison has to electronically unlock the car. Me: ....... Her: What?? (oh wait I know now..)

Me: The Jailhouse Job Her: Nate is in jail! I think they break him out? I don't know why, though. (whispering) Leave him in there.

Me: The Gone Fishin' Job Her: That's where they go fishing. Me: Do they though?? Her: No! They get interrupted! ���

[renthewerecatboi]

guess who's cat just fell in the bath

[wasyago]

tango doodles

first you make up a guy and then you struggle to draw him correctly

[xxplastic-cubexx]

apocalypse doodlings aka We Couldve Had Grey Hair Erik And Charles Is There Too I Guess

[bertoyana]

charles and erik with each other: oh dear, oh dear. gorgeous 🥺👐 charles and erik with the villain of the week/the x-men: K1LL YOURSELF 🔥🔥🔥

X-Men: First Class (2011) | X-Men Apocalypse (2016)

[factual-fantasy]

[silusvesuius]

testing out drawing maormer 🪸🐚🪸 and a nelvas 🧣📜🩷 i'll ramble about maormer a bit in the tags

[deoidesign]

Sketching

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Would Bardaby (from the Fantasy Au) still do his affectionate biting as shown in the original WH or would it be different?

i'd say Yes Absolutely!

he's gotta be more Careful about it tho... look at those chompers...

[satans-knitwear]

I've been waiting to share this skirt/bra set I found with you for what feels like forever! 🥰✨🌹

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[icantdothistodaybruh]

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

@val-the-bun you are Evil. You are evil putting this in my inbox.

More were-harpy Vaggie but it's sad now and everything HURTS (copy pasted here bc the format in the ask got effed but i refuse to suffer this alone)

val-the-bun asked:

And then, of course, *the trial happens*.

And *the absolute shit timing of the fallout*.

Charlie is too stuck in her own spiral while vaggie just... Tries to hole up on her own (her usual 'nest' was in their suite. But she didnt want charlie to have to deal with her).

Charlie is curled up on vaggie's side of the bed, buried in blankets while she questions if anything they had was real.

While vaggie is in agony for the first time in three years since she'd started changing. Every fiber of her being wants to call for charlie. Yearns for that safety... but instead she bites her tongue and just curls in on herself, alone in the room she hastily barred shut. ~~She deserves this. To be alone.~~

Not sure which hazbin is the one to hear vaggie's pain and tries to check on her (let's go with angel and husk).

The hasty barricade she put on the door isnt enough. Not when the others are trying to force it open.

Vaggie tries to scream for them to go away. The last scrap of clarity she has before that warning turns into a predatory *shriek*. Vaggie's monster form tears apart the already falling barricade, and bursts into the hall.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!'

'Fuck if I know, just run! Angel, hurry up!'

Vaggie is *tearing through the halls*, jaws snapping after Husk and Angel. They manage to hit the lobby, Husky grabbing Angel and flying like his life depends on it.

Meanwhile monster vaggie leaps after them... *right into the chandelier*.

Charlie hears the sound of that distant, shattering crash down below, and she *realizes*. Suddenly those painful worries have to get shoved down as charlie bolts out of their room.

'Please dont hurt anyone. Please, please, *please...!'*

Charlie's heart sinks as the shadows around the hotel start to writhe, and radio static fills the air.

'My my, what a surprising turn!'

Vaggie is *shrieking*, thrashing against shadowy tendrils as she tries to claw at Alastor.

'Now now. *Stay down*'

A rap of his cane, and vaggie's practically being crushed into the floor.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?!'

Husk is holding Angel back, looking away as Alastor starts to raise his hand. He cant watch this...

'Let her go.'

Alastor freezes when he feels the tip of an angelic spear under his chin.

There, standing at his side, in her full demon form, *is Charlie*.

'Ah, miss Charlotte. Lovely to see--'

'Let. Her. *Go!'*

For a moment, everything is quiet except for the sounds of vagging struggling, her talons digging into the floor. She's bleeding, golden blood pooling on the lobby floor... *And dripping from the claws on Alastor's hand.*

'Oh, very well. Good luck!'

Vaggie is snarling when Alastor lets her go. She starts getting ready to pounce when Charlie steps in front of her, spear in hand. Vaggie starts backing away, looking less like a predator and more... *like a cornered animal*. Her whole body seems coiled to run away as she keeps backing up, snarling and shrieking more in warning than anything else.

'Was it a lie?'

Vaggie shrieks at her, swiping at the air in the hopes Charlie would stay away.

'When you told me you didnt know what this was, was it a lie?'

Angel starts to step forward, but husk grabs his arm.

'Just let them do this...'

'Did. You. Lie?!'

Vaggie backs right into the wall, feathers flaring with a hiss.

'Was any of it real?'

Charlie can feel the tears on her cheeks. But what she wasnt expecting was to see tears in Vaggie's eye... Even as she snarled, and shrieked, and snapped her fangs, she was crying.

Charlie presses forward, Vaggie raising up over Charlie with a hawk-like screech, talons lashing out... But they dont connect, her talons *trembling* as they stilled inches from Charlie's face, her own spear aimed at her chest. Vaggie's eye is wild and afraid, but Charlie can see the *pain* there, too. She let out another shriek, closing her eye like she was bracing for the inevitable...

[medicalunprofessional]

twisted fucking cycle knots scribble collection 2 🫣

[sysig]

Just keep getting back up (Patreon)

[pastafossa]

TW for those with religious trauma. A little long and just about something personal so putting it behind the cut, but basically:

I got to set a boundary and say No today, and that's huge.

I'm still mildly on FB to keep up with older friends and fam and events, and a few groups where I learn things generally from older folks (trust me, the old woodcarving guys aren't usually on tiktok). And let's just say I'm... very obviously not a Christian over there - not rude, not attacking, just happily on my own path. And there was this lady, who apparently had known me when I was 5 or so and had somehow stuck around. She had recently taken it upon herself to evangelize and 'bring me back' by repeatedly bringing up me loving Jesus at 5, and talking about God at me, and I am loved by him and etc etc don't you still talk to him, Pasta? Maybe that's why I remember you talking to him when you were little, so he can reach you through me, aren't you afraid Pasta that he's reaching for you and you'll miss it, etc etc.

Now I was raised strongly christian. The whole shebang. Christian elementary school, church every Sunday, youth groups on Wednesday, radio set to a christian station, etc. I'd heard these lines, believed those lines, said those lines for a long time. And even though my family was chill (one reason I wound up feeling supported enough to leave the church as an adult), I'm still unpacking a lot of that trauma. And one bit is my inability to set boundaries. Girls and women must always be polite, kind, and nice no matter what. Respect your elders when they speak. You are to be the sacred little vessel of the light and always be ready and willing to explain and advocate your beliefs even if someone's being mean, don't walk away. If someone asks you to help with something you don't want to do, you do it anyway, because your happiness and comfort doesn't matter, you are meant to serve.

I mentioned this while chatting with a group of friends the other night - I told them about this woman who'd been targeting me, and the bad memories it brought up and the ensuing anxiety attack when a bunch of things stacked a few weeks ago. And one of my friends turned and looked at me and gently said, 'why haven't you unfriended her?'

And I... paused at that. Why? Why hadn't I? Because this woman didn't 'intend' to be mean? Because I wanted to try to 'represent' something? Because I used to know her? Because I was afraid to be judged as rude? Because... my comfort and happiness didn't matter? Why on earth hadn't I?

Because... my comfort and happiness does matter. And I was being disrespected. It doesn't matter if I'm seen as rude. I'm allowed to say, 'no, you don't get to treat me like that.'

I... am allowed to cut someone off, even if they find that mean.

Even if they knew me when I was little.

Even if they have positive intent.

I don't have to give those people access to me if they're hurting me and trying to scare me.

And so I got home, and I rolled through that old list, and I culled it. Out went the people who I got a sick feeling thinking about. Out went the people who'd never really respected me. Out went the people who saw me as a trophy they could win by 'bringing me back'.

I said no to all of that.

I can say no.

And I know that seems small. But it feels like a giant leap for me.