#my most beloved creation

[suunfilled]

dear god. he’s beautiful.

gaze upon my most cherished treasure in awe and admiration. NOW.

credits for tboy percy flag goes to the illustrious @onelastskip 🤍

[hanazukashii]

I'm not ready to type it all out yet but when I get the mental energy to go into detail about the Kakaslut dragon ball AU that I created with my sister it's over for y'all

[carrotcouple]

"the first to betray me was a god, my mother"

[cipherr]

[queenlucythevaliant]

Coming Home

i. Shasta heard a story once—he could not remember where—in which two brothers lived on an island covered in gray soot. Everything on the island was colorless except the brothers, and every day they looked at each other to remind themselves what color looked like. Shasta didn’t remember how the story ended.

ii. “Home” was not a thing for which he had context. Neither was “Brother.” “Father” meant only cruelty and neglect. And yet, Shasta was home now. His brother pulled him into mischief by his elbow and his father asked after his studies at supper. It reminded him, now, of that story from long ago. He was trying to see the world in color, having known only gray soot all his life.

iii. Had he ever seen a violet like the alpine glow off the mountains at dusk?

iv. Shasta went out walking sometimes, trying to understand it. The grass withered and turned brown, and the frost came swiftly behind. It crunched underfoot the way sand did not.

iv. “Father,” Shasta would say, “What color do you say the ice is?” “What color do you think it is, my son,” the king would reply.

v. The ice was many colors. White snow on the ground. Blue where frozen lakes reflected the sky. Faintly green where it hung in icicles from his window. Gold when sunlight passed through it.

vi. Long ago, Shasta had been born the Crown Prince Cor. He’d been born to all of this, to home and father and brother, even if he’d never known of it till now. These were Cor’s tall green trees. These were his violet mountains. This was his family, and his colorless wind that nipped the nose whenever he stepped outside.

vii. And yet sometimes, even years on, Shasta would wake expecting to hear the sea.

viii. He asked Aravis once if she knew the story of the two brothers on the island. She nodded, “Of course. It is from a literary epic in which a bride cleverly tells her husband a story each night in order to postpone her own murder. But how,” here she raised an eyebrow, “did you hear of it?”

ix. Cor (Shasta) shrugged wordlessly, a little embarrassed. He made Aravis give him the name of the story, then turned and scurried off to find the court librarian. “Can you find a book for me?” he asked.

x. He was learning to read, you know. It was difficult. What a strange world, in which the illiterate sons of fishermen must learn to become kings.

xi. One day, during one of his walks as spring was arriving and all the ice was beginning to melt, Shasta (Cor) stood at the edge of a cliff and saw a rainbow arch across to the other side as though it were a bridge. It felt, obscurely, like a promise. 

xii. Cor was clumsy-footed and uncertain, but Aslan kept him back from the ledge. He'd build a bridge for Shasta to cross into his verdant, mountainous home. The Great Lion stood fast at every cliff, to make certain that Cor would not fall. 

xiii. Aravis found him in the library, struggling over the thick tome which contained the story of the two brothers and their colorless island. The language was more archaic than he was used to, and some of the letters were drawn with flourishes that got in the way of reading.

xiv. But then, Aravis sat down beside him and said, “Would you mind if I read aloud? I did so love that story as a girl.” She did not seem to be making fun of him, so Shasta handed her the book and settled in to listen.

xv. At the end of the story, the brothers escaped the island to a land where the sky was blue and grasses grew tall and green beyond the desert.  

[jakeperalta]

Jake Peralta in 8.10 “The Last Day (Part 2)”

[perfectionpersonified]

A lovely piece by the talented @onewingd.

[aengelren]

Pls he’s just a baby SOMEBODY SAVE HIM

[crispy0nion]

DTM (altrdecho) asked for community Ghosts and their names on twt and i submitted Rex not thinking much about it but...

the tiny 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

full pic here

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Listen, the simple truth is that for the past 6 months or so the precarious jenga tower of my mental state has been held up solely by this big resplendently angry knight lady, her glorious flowery old-timey speech pattern, and her tiny goth girlfriend.

[einsatzzz]

OC Crossover (3/3): A meet-up between fellow mechanics with Yua (@social-muffin 's OC) ft. Hibari and Kanarobo. Yui and Yua have shared fields of interest so it would be natural for them to get along! Unfortunately, the school's terminator recognized the familiar face the robot is inspired from and it triggered his fight mode immediately (lol).

[sometimesmaybespoof]

CHRIS GETS HIS NECK ADJUSTED BY HIS TRUSTED CHIROPRACTOR :D

OC by my beloved friend @cult-rangoons <3 hi bestie teehee

[sweetmage]

To the people who followed me for the Wyll related posts, firstly: Hi! 😊

But secondly, be aware that 99% of what I post on here is not things like that and just art and rambles about my OCs so if you're expecting meta or discourse or anything of the like you will be sorely disappointed and/or bored 😅

[generic-whumperz]

Side characters turn out to be my favorite. Every. Fucking. Time.

[trash-can-sam]

Artemy should not have agreed when Andrey asked if he wanted a drink- horrible mistake rly.

[redrawn-to-life]

(( I finally got around to putting together a reference sheet for some of the Creations on this blog. I thought you guys would be interested in seeing some behind-the-scenes stuff, so ta-dah! This is what the items would look like in HD, I guess, haha. ))