#night of 1000 tags

[indigozeal]

Eternal Blue art from Kitsune Wazatsuma's doujinshi Sataan ga Ippai (Lots of Saturn).

[bexsbelts]

BECKY LYNCH monday night raw - nov 6, 2023

[poke-poke-poke]

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it was originally going to be a winter scene - but i couldn't get the colours to look right,,

[tarraxahum]

free runner

[thepancakelady]

ql 2024 [spoilers!]

starting off my new youtube channel with a whole lot of yapping and a desire to get cancelled

[the-kipsabian]

[heartbeetz]

:(

[cuteniarose]

who's lien-hua??

Short answer: My absolute child and the only OC I have cried genuine, REAL tears over. And not tearing up or sniffling a little, full on SOBS. Kat still owes me emotional compensation for that one 😤😤

Long answer: She's one of @katkastrofa’s OCs that I now have partial custody of. P'Li's little sister, born in 136 AG, a sweet cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure, no matter how damn overused that phrase is, it still fits her 🥺🥺🥺 When drawing her last year I accidentally made her look a lot like my friend's little sister so now I am always extra soft about her. But considering what happens, you can imagine the level of emotional devastation this is causing me and just how much this has affected my ability to look at Katya the same way ever again. Doesn't help that her older sister has an annoying tendency to wear her waist length hair in a brushed back braid...

Anyway, for reference, the baby girl, sweet girl herself, from about July 2023:

And now that you have been fully taken with this precious thing's cuteness, it is imperative I let you know that she is killed at age 7 by the warlord who tried to turn P'Li into a living weapon 😐

She's the living embodiment of a tragedy, a child born to be collateral damage, the one who could not be saved no matter what was done, the "it was always going to end this way" half of the tragedy dichotomy. A little girl unjustly killed as punishment for her sister not wanting to become a warlord's weapon, forever remaining as nothing more but a hazy memory of someone to protect. And I'm gonna stop now because I will start crying again, istg–

(There is a verse where she lives, though that is part of a much larger AU that can basically be summed up as "completely self indulgent mishmash of ideas, everybody lives/nobody dies, sunshine and rainbows and peace on earth, unless you're a world leader, then RIP", or as we like to call it, the Ultimate AU, because we never came up with a better name :P But getting into it would take too long and there really isn't too much to explain since it lacks a cohesive plot and is more a bunch of family shenanigans thrown together, so... moving on)

In Kat's fic Lost and Found the memory of Lien-Hua is the driving force behind all of P'Li's decisions, and she constantly blames herself for not having been able to save her (despite the fact she was a child herself, no older than 13), right up until the very end where she.. doesn't really get closure, per se, but is able to let Lien go, in the scene which I have affectionately dubbed "F.C. Yee owes Kat major royalties for this one, holy hell" #ifyouknowyouknow. But also Lien is a point of some interpersonal conflict since no one else can quite relate to P'Li in this case. Ming-Hua (while not present in LaF) is an only child, Zaheer is the youngest of three and was never close with his sisters, and Ghazan... well, his sister is two separate cans of worms depending on whether you're talking about Haya or Zada. Some pretty interesting stuff overall, really scratches my soft spot for family related dealings in fics, and I can't believe I just realised that P'Li's the only non-youngest child in the RL foursome, huh. It's oddly fitting, in a way, at least in my opinion

Oh, and also, Midori is a reincarnation of Lien-Hua :)

[seithr]

scientists are calling the situation "like if cortana sucked and was a gay knight"

[dubiousdisco]

Woah Romário video...

[indigozeal]

Apropos of nothing, Nei, Luna, and other 16-bit-era gaming characters from Akari Funato’s doujinshi Jam Jar.

[iguessitsjustme]

I have regrets

[howthesleeplesswander]

baizhu in his character teaser rEALLY BE OUT HERE LIKE—

does something about this prescription...

-ACTIVATES LILTING VOICE-

-MAXIMIZES BEDROOM EYES-

-STRETCHES ARMS BACK WITH HANDS IN HIS HAIR-

...displease you?

asdfkdfjdks i'm screaming howling foaming at the mouth gOD PLEASE JUST BECOME PLAYABLE ALREADY, I NEED MY DENDRO DOCTOR BABYGIRL IN MY LIFE ASDKFLD

[alteredsilicone]

and I love that for him

[lightcreators]

@familyname continue from here

Lucius has the slightly absurd instinct to correct his language. Draco is an aristocrat, the scion of the Malfoy family - he should speak according to his station and nothing less. His lips still turn down, even as he doesn’t have the heart to berate Draco for his language. The pain and exhaustion still sits in the back of his head. And the anger.

Draco is barely a Malfoy anymore. He’s a traitor. Lucius can’t forget that.

“Not everyone can be bribed,” Lucius says. His own father started taking him to the Ministry at fifteen - at that age he was too preoccupied with his own matters and had no desire to implicate his son in his criminal actions. A long shot that paid off. Draco will have to learn from his mother. “You cannot control an entire system. You can only put pressure on the right places. You have to find the right people.” With the Ministry overhauling in favor of the Order, it will be even more difficult.

Lucius is caught in the hopelessness of it. He cannot teach Draco what he knows. There is no time, no way, there is only weak words that can be overheard if the wrong person walks by.

“You will not be a king. You will never be. Don’t try to be,” Lucius says. Words his father spoke to him, years and years ago. His father was older than he is now. Older than he will ever be. Lucius paces, catches himself in his tracks, feels his own terror root him in place. Draco is all he has left and Draco has betrayed him. Lucius is damned.

“Forget about revenge. Just survive.” Lucius cannot look him in his face. At least he will not be alive to see his son betray him in every word and deed for the rest of his life.

Temporary, he managed to push behind everything who happened … slight action he never achieved to reach during an entire year, slight desire he cannot touch meanwhile he had been embraced by complete hopelessness . It won't last. It can't last. Regardless how much he could searching comfort inside an comfortable denial, or even pretending nothing of terrible circumstances he was actually experienced actually happening, he cannot undone to had removed himself an prorective veil of delusions. Besides, something changed from course of their conversation. He wasn't interested anymore to win a childish game against his father. He wasn't interested anymore to play an game fullfilled of illusions … If he truly desired to be honest, he wouldn't even care about the future of the wizarding world. Whatever posterity of the wizarding world will came from his own mood … Besides, for embracing another layer of entire sincerity towards his inner feelings --- by the moment he had to check up a promise that could be broken at any moment, the wizarding world asked to be eaten by the underground !

An disagreement gaze exposed an opposite opinion about his father remembrance. There was still a way, hidden far away in the shadows, when no one could refuse him. There were some guys that would be so happy to bring destruction and terror in middle of the wizarding world, where absolutely no one could save them. There was still an option to dealing with another devil, in which, he was perfectly aware, he will never be able to let go. During one year, he did nothing. During one year, he wasn't emotionally in state to track down all the things the press say about him, to correcting every kind of terrible reputation he got --- nevertheless, hungry for revenge, hungry for blood, he would making them pay for every unfortunate words they had written. Giving all the red truth he craved so much gutting them alive second by second to receive all satisfaction of playback. If it's wasn't counter productive, he would galdy torturing some Death Eater inside his prison, and showing to his father becoming that terrible terror in the shadows would be easy. He learned well from the Dark Lord after all, why not bring all his knoweldge in an inner conquest ! It had been an informative question, an curious sentence who had to leave his lips. His father didn't believed it was possible. His father didn't believed revolution was possible. His father ddin't believed he could controlling an entire system. For once, he managed not to react on the matter.

Everyone can be brided. Everyone can be corrupted. Everyone was something to blame. Everyone had secrets. Everyone had little corners of truths they didn't want to be exposed. Simply, he didn't learned enough how to get such qualified skills on that domain … Simply, he always have been mentally too kind for daring starting touch the heart directly --- ❝ Fine. ❞ He finally expressed in a tone which expressed a half renunciation, which was faked. He would need to control everything inside the chessboard of the wizarding world … Thinking about how to have pressure points everywhere, and be enough invisible and oppressive for remaining something others wizards cannot deny … For a short mental instant, he remembered this was new conditions of his hell, of that endless hell that will not end … He cannot anticipate his reaction where he will learn his father's death, however, depending how much he had advanced inside his little domination project, he might be clement. Not requesting all the wizarding world blood in retrubition because the Ministry just wanted a pool of blood. ❝ I will do that then, and cheerfully perpetuate my name in family traditions. ❞ It had been an fruitless wish, nevertheless, mere fact he had been trying his move generated an silent contentement. Perspective changed : if his father, regardless how much he loved him and accepted to be an sacrifice for compromise of the wizarding world, didn't perceived him as a member of his own family and remained the traitor … he just had to show him what a Malfoy he was, forcing him to recognize him as king. Such words … such discouraging words cannot reach his heart. It was too late for that. He decided to becoming the king a long time ago, and becoming supposed sacrifice of circumstances --- Crown of an Dark Lord already had been eaten, in which he take blame partially, it was too late. ❝ I just have to prove you wrong. ❞ He expressed calmy. He wasn't going to speak about the Dark Lord, it was a very bad idea. Would only awakening fire between them and how much he wasn't his son anymore, where he would had wished to have kill the Dark Lord himself … ❝ A wide shining crown is just higher to reach, but being the ones responsible for their careless choice, a thief must well devour them. ❞ Composed tone noticed.

It was following sentences who catch up him off-guard, regardless about not be looked at. Without revenge, he won't have lived that far … Revenge had been the essence that had allowed him to live a semblance of existence for a few years, where once emptied, reason for his existence escaped him. Despair eating him instead, doomed every nook of hope, gently breaking his will to something, breaking his will to live … and he had just received a new dose of gasoline ! ❝ Apart from revenge, would I have something else to hold on to in order to survive ? ❞ These two sentences, he had heard them time and time and time again from Potter lips who didn't wanted him to break apart. These two sentences, he heard them more than he could count. For what finality, for what ? There was no hope at the end of the road. He would be murdered one day and it was impossible he was experiencing normality as he should be. Create a family, be loved ? It was mere dreams. It was delusions at this point. Without revenge, he had no reason to keep going … Nevertheless, it remained another informative question.

[idliketochill]

I keep writing too *much* of all things…