#perservance

[cloverina-sasha139]

The seven human souls in my ver

Please ignore the fact that I stole Bete Noire and Akumu and made them my OCS thanks

[nancyanncreed]

Love this!

[stayonit]

To get to where you wanna be at in life, it's going to take a lot of perservance, sacrifice, discipline, and help along your journey to greatness!

[patcegan]

That's It, I Quit!

Quitting is easy I’ve done it again and again Quit my diet Quit exercising Quit losing my temper the list grows long The problem is I’m quitting the wrong things instead, I should quit overeating quit being lazy quit complaining then I can proudly say I Quit! ***** I quit praying how relieved God must be blah-blah-blah in His ear all day long whining, complaining, begging trying to…

[calvaryatx]

Will it be easy? Nope, but we can endured through them because of the Hope within us. Didn’t make sense to me the summer of 2006, but when you’ve surrender to Jesus it will make more sense. We love you and God Bless You “And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.” ‭‭Romans‬ ‭5‬:‭3‬-‭5‬ ‭NKJV‬‬ #hope #perservance #trials #tribulation #holyspirit #jesus #calvaryatx (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoY1-CWM_u1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kachowblueninja]

Bros. Lilly's statue in shintaro?

Right.

Now...

Nya in seabound.

...

She became her element.

SHE BECANE HER ELEMENT.

[qs-art]

took another stab at a drearburh harrow, aka "Reverend Daughter" design. i love bone pearls

closeup of the lace design:

[fandomfiish]

The Aeons of Honkai Star Rail

"Countless shooting stars streak across the night sky... If you can pick the right one, it will carry your wish to thousands of distant worlds."

[thefigmented]

me when uh uhm. robots and the horrors etc

[tiredqueermushroom]

The relationship between the Prime Deities and the Betrayers is so interesting, especially when examined through the lens of grief.

One side mourning the loss of their home, running and building a new home. With new life and hope, in hopes of honouring what they had lost. And recreate that feeling of home.

Vs

The other mourning and carrying that loss with them, being defined by their grief. Viewing the world they're siblings created as nothing but a mockery that spits on the memories of home. Their true home.

[hyenagurl]

okay there is one thing i really wanted to show yall. one day when i was thrifting i got this 1956 second edition copy of an original betty crocker cook book… for $2. and its kind of a mindfuck

its a beginners cookbook so they have several pages just defining cooking terms and giving tips like where to store food (p helpful honestly)

theres three pages dedicated to meal planning everyday with some pretty goddamn 1956 esque meals

my favorite was of course the baking section, the one im most likely to use

and since its 1956, they have a “foreign flavors” section with such exotic dishes like… enchiladas! spaghetti and meatballs! chow mein!

thats not even the worst though. there’s this legit depressing (imo) section aimed at what has to be a hypothetical house wife reading this and giving her tips on how best to manage her chores every single day:

look at those fucking tips 😭 “is the constant drudgery and upkeep and childcare without access to your own bank account or ability to leave your unloving husband getting you down? have you tried laying down? have you tried thinking positively?”

[sparklingspangles]

A weeks worth of lace. Not much but most of it was one at least twice. My last heart was much better so hopefully that is not just a fluke.

[reilora-borealis]

a shadowgast headcanon

I imagine that a short while after Caleb's death, Essek, who has seen a few members of the Nein die but has never been shattered by grief like this, who has been alone for so much of his life already, realizes how much longer he will have to be alone, and it breaks him.

He will never again set foot in the tower; try as he might to recreate it, it won't be the same. He understands better than anyone that magic can stop time, heal wounds, bring people back from the dead, but it's all just temporary. It's not natural, as Caduceus keeps reminding him over and over as he bargains. It's not what he would have wanted.

Worst of all, Essek knows - in that hopeless, irrational, melodramatic, fundamentally true way that a person knows things when they're grieving - that he will never love anyone in the same way ever again.

So, in a moment of weakness, for the first time in his almost 200 years of life, Essek casts find familiar.

Of course, there were the cats that Caleb kept in their cottage, plus the strays that he fed in the back garden. There were the dogs that Beau and Yasha adopted, the menagerie of critters Jester collected over the years and foisted upon all of their friends. But Essek knows none of them will be around for long. Compared to the lifespan of a drow, most pets are like mayflies. They will all leave too, sooner or later. Everything will.

He doesn't know what to expect, as he's casting the spell. He doesn't really have a shape in mind, he's just looking for something to take the loneliness away, anything, calling blindly into the dark to see what answers back. He thinks this is foolish, this exercise. He thinks he will never heal. He thinks of Caleb.

When he completes the ritual, he opens his eyes and there before him is a cat. A familiar brown Bengal tabby cat.

And Frumpkin climbs into Essek's arms. Because someone needed this fey spirit once, long ago, someone in pain. And even though Caleb set him free, he knows that someone new needs him now.

[plush-rabbit]

Dating Headcanons for Himiko Toga

Request: Could you possibly write headcanons for Toga with a fem civilian s/o?

A/N: I love her design so much!! I love her fangs and bangs and her eyes!! She’s so cute!!

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Himiko loves with her entire being. She never meant it to be twisted or malicious, but certain upbringings and repression has made it out to be so. Having her as a partner is a dangerous one, she’s a villain- a young one at that. She is unstable, but she never means for her own obsession to hurt you with malicious intent. She can’t control it, she loves too much- too wholeheartedly. 

Perhaps she has a type looking at her past two most obvious crushes. She likes to think that she doesn’t- that she loves people and all that they are, but she likes convictions. That’s what attracted her to the young two promising heroes, how far they were willing to go for the other, but you aren’t a hero. You’re a civilian, and it's been a long time since she actually liked anyone like you. But she becomes lovestruck when she sees how kind you are. 

There’s a panic around the area caused by her and the others- people push past one another and somehow she’s been caught in the middle of it, pushed to the ground where her bare knees become scraped. The crowd disperses as soon as she's in the ground, and she’s not astanger to scrapes and cuts, but the knee injury hurts just a bit too much, and any pressure on her ankle makes her think that she might have twisted it. She’s taken in a sharp breath, ready to brace herself and move forward when a hand is held out in front of her. You must know who she is, when you hold out your hand to her when she’s fallen, there’s no doubt that even with her attire, there has to be some common sense in your head telling you to run the other way. Instead of doing the most logical option, you help her up, and hold her hand in yours for just a moment too long, until you pull away and mumble an apology, running the other, leaving her in the middle of the desolate plaza, with her heart beating against her chest. Late at night, she lays awake thinking of you, fisting the hand that you held and covering it protectively with her free hand. 

She wishes that it were more of a challenge to find you- you’re too predictable, too easy and unaware of your surroundings, especially after an attack where you happened to be at. Fortunately for her, you walk home alone for a few blocks and that’s when she makes herself known, grabbing at your hand, and pulling you close to her. You’re startled, but not scared, and you let her lead you into an alleyway where you certainly don’t belong. She’s infatuated. Lovestruck. Obsessed. You aren’t scared of her. You’re letting her hold your hand. She already knows you’re kindhearted. She knows your name. She knows your schedule. She introduces herself, and when you reply back with your own name, she wraps her arms around you, already giving you a nickname, one dripped in sugar and everything nice.

There’s only so many places the two of you can be together without raising suspicions, and your family has already started to wonder why you keep going to the playground at night, so that location has to be shelved until further notice. Other than that, you often go wherever she leads you to which happens to be the current location of the League hideout. They didn’t take too kindly to you at first- Twice, or Jin- being the most harsh in wanting to keep you out of any type of League affairs. You later learn that he and Himiko have a rather close relationship, so you understand the brash behavior and reservations that he may have about you. The both of you usually meet up together after school. While you do your homework, she likes to peer over your shoulder and help with whatever she can. When you have passages to read, you like to read them outloud to her. She’s always happy when she gets to hear you read to her no matter how boring the story may be because she can rest her head on your shoulder.

No matter how sweet she can be, she’s still obsessive. Her questions always start off innocent enough- how did your day go? What did you learn? How was gym class? Who were you with during lunch? You’re not getting bothered are you? Is that teacher still giving you a hard time about your grades? She needs to know how your day went, and when she doesn’t know, that has her worrying her bottom lip. She cares too strongly, loves too fiercely. When she notices that you’ve had a particularly draining day, she holds off on the questions, instead taking you into her arms and resting her cheek over the top of your head. 

It comes to no surprise that she’s an affectionate person. She loves to have her hand on you in some type of way. Your hand will be in hers, and she;ll press her palm against yours, comparing the size and slowly intertwine your hand with hers. Whenever you do your homework there at the hideout, she sits next to you, mumbling about how she always hated homework, and what subject she was the worst at. Sometimes, she’ll get a forlorn look in her eyes, and when she realizes that you;ve been staring at her, she’ll press her lips against your cheek and rest her head on your lap, asking you to read her the chapter of the day. 

The rest of the League- once they get used to you and agree with each other that you probably won’t rat them out- do they actually tease the young member. It did take a while for the rest of the League to become comfortable with you and while you won’t admit it to your partner, you’re positive that they each gave you their own version of a shovel talk. During the threats, a part of you thinks that it’s nice that she found a family within them, how they all care for each other without actively saying it. Most of them didn’t even actually have a full conversation with you, only showcasing their quirks in front of you and you quickly understood that that was a threat. 

With her quirk, she feels the need to have to suck on blood. And being around you can be a struggle. There has to be restraint, especially since she doesn’t want to scare you away from her. There’s been a handful of times where you’ve gotten a cut in front of her, and each and every time, she watched you with unblinking eyes. The scent of iron is thick in the air no matter how little the cut was, and there’s a heavy flush that reddens her face. She hardly makes a sound, and it reminds you of a predator watching their prey, with how her pupils dilate and how silently she moves. She leaves the room for a few minutes and returns as if nothing has happened, asking you if you’re okay and giving the bandaged wound a kiss.

Whether you give her a taste of your blood or not, she understands both decisions and she doesn’t press. She won’t ask for a drop of your blood. She’s loyal to you, and she just likes to be around you- more than she would have ever realized. If you were to offer your blood to drink to Himiko, she takes it as a great show of your relationship with her. She’ll take your arm and ask how you would like to do it. She could give you a little cut, or bite down, or press her needle into the soft of your elbow- whatever it is that you choose, she’s fine with that fact. Either way, she takes your hand in hers, twisting it around and kissing at every inch of skin that she can, mumbling how she's thankful for having met you. There’s still red beads of scarlet that prick from your skin, and watching you, she swipes the tip of her tongue across the wound, pressing a kiss into it and mumbling how she has to clean you up now. There’s a lovely look in her eyes when she glances up to you, her pink dusted in pink, and only deepening when you kiss her.

[silkjade]

‘Rose, oh roses, grant me my wish. Blooming from the stone, the Golden Rose sang to me.’

“An exiled scholar once cultivated these roses specifically to survive the desert.…but something so special should be regarded alongside someone worthy of its beauty. Delicate, yet strong. For your personal archives….”

“personal archives” because my s/i is an archivist at the akademiya, and now here it is in our teapot bedroom muahaha

[mo-ok]

Toku Summer Day 1 - At the Pool/Beach

Dairanger ep25 Zyuohger ep21 Go Onger ep25 Gingaman ep21 Changeman ep6