#peace real tags now

[motof1bfs]

heyy.. can you pls pls plssss make a poster with enea bastianini? love your work endlessly!!!!!!!! <3

Enea Bastianini #23

hey... i got the fucking plague sorry for the wait.. -🏁

[artuurle]

doodlepage and then a bunch of pre godhood lovestory. gramps keeps hanging on so he can get it.

[lunarharp]

fwee top 5 things i had fun with this year :-)

[flyhighisco]

acquiring jude, kylian and now possibly trent fan girls all in the space of three seasons?

[tricos-here]

I'm never finishing this because every time I open the file I realise I made another sylvari I need to add to the lineup

[sourcetwo]

hey, don't cry. soldier's big beautiful smile, okay? <3

[charafansmile]

It annoys me when I see someone comment on a post that they "only ship canon ships" and bring up alphyne and asgoriel.. I have to stop myself from getting in pointless arguments about how asgoriel is not canon. Not in the current timeline of undertale and certainly not in deltarune. DOA ass ship. You don't even learn they were together until it's obvious toriel divorced him!!!! Nobody has played a version of the game where they are currently married!!!! You would think with the way people talk about asgoriel that she forgave him and they got back together!! But! no!! Their ship sailed and sunk before the title even appears!!!! and unlike alphyne their isint any ending where they do!!!! Asgoriel is about as canon as soriel and papyton are!!!!! You are longing for a past you never experienced!!!!! Stop it!!!!!

[hesperidia]

What I still can't put together is Akutagawa's personal thoughts surrounding his own death.

Taking a look at some moments from the manga, the first time he fights Atsushi in ch 4 and his death scene in ch 87:

And something that also stuck with me: This scene from 55 minutes.

Where he repeatedly "smiles in self mockery" when he believes his death is near, because he thinks going out in ways he deems "beautiful" is too much of a privilege for such a lowly person.

Knowing how he is and what he's been through, he might be waiting eagerly for his time to come. I would say the way he did actually die is not satisfactory to him at all. He would be so conflicted because what is more honorable than self sacrifice?

He longed for a horrible death. More fitting for someone like him. And I think that would not sit right with him...

Unless he realizes, in the split seconds before his consciousness fades, that death is death and that's what he was looking for. No matter how beautiful or damned it is.

[foreveranonymousfa]

I am normal and can be trusted with a new laptop and modding Skyrim 👀👀👀

This is my new character Felinwen. She is a completely bonkers extremist Green Pact Bosmer that doubles as a werewolf (not how that works). Truly, the best way to consume the Meat and Flesh of other beings is in the form of a Beast yourself (this literally goes against the green pact). She's been exiled from Valenwood due to being A Little Crazy. She's convinced that gorging meats brings her closer to Y'ffre (ok babe w/e). Surely The Ooze will understand :)

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[over-smiles-and-over-wine]

Yeah yeah I know it's my fault for letting myself get so attached but sadly that is not how human emotions work and so sadly that has no bearing on the fact that hearing my family talk about BC like they do still makes my chest physically hurt

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

i think my problem with a lot of the tails and wave content that’s out there (besides the ship content we all know that’s the bottom of the barrel) is that people… LOVE to make tails win in the end. and like. i’m so sorry but no the fuck he would not LMAO

listen, LISTEN. i know i’m biased as a wave girlie, but seriously. wave’s whole thing is that she not only gets under his skin and outdoes him, but that he’s just simply not at her level when it comes to mechanics. inventions? whole other story, there’s a mandate restriction shimmied in there somewhere about eggman and tails. mechanics? EXTREME GEAR??? run, dude.

in the end, wave is very clever and also mean. tails isn’t going to get a last minute victory or upper hand, he isn’t going to “school her” or put her in her place… he is going to get bullied by her. sure he can land a few hits back but unfortunately wave isn’t going to give him the time of day required for him to even rebuttal.

“but in his spinoffs—“ i am so sorry to break it to you but wave is a rival, not a villain. tails can’t murder her, hell, their fight is of an intellectual nature not a physical one! tails does not win by fighting wave, the whole point of her character is that she’s older, more experienced, more specialized, and more cutthroat than him in her field. die and stay mad at it guys, tails isn’t coming out of this one unscathed

[ectoplasmer]

i mii,,ss,, my bofyriendss,,, (can think of them whenever she wants) (for free) (no charge)

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

You know back when the AU was a comic, I was able to gloss over so much of the politics of Mewni Creek I was not well equipped to handle and focus instead on the relationships and bonds that were important to the story going forward and explain the new governmental system of this combined world after it had been established and the masses calmed long down.

But now? Now that it’s a fic? Now that I have to essentially re-start the Ovelia establishment and better flesh out her blossoming friendships and connections to the main cast?

I’ve really gotta buckle down and write the politics and post-Cleaved chaos don’t I.

Man…