#posting this on tumblr has ruined it

[pencilscratchins]

atla renaissance pt 3 calls to me like a siren

[caffichai]

Regular Abyssal Hunter downtime activities

[vulc4nus]

Kinder-totenlieder, a vignette on Grief and Music.

   In the stream of light which came through the window, the dust held itself in the air like the breath before one begins to weep. It was a simple cottage where he went to write, empty except for an old piano, and a desk with paper, and other little oddities, a stone, or the cocoon of an insect that had caught his eye strewn about, the simple furnishings which left for its occasional inhabitant respite from the business and turmoil of the everyday, as well as a solitude which he seemed to both require and resent, at least in times like this.

Nearly four months had gone by since his daughter, Maria, a happy and playful, but frail and sickly child, had passed away from scarlet fever, leaving Gustav empty, and pulling the growing silence and resentment between him and his wife into more of an irreparable divide. Retreating into himself, he counted the days after her death, days added against the time given to his ailing heart, and counted the beats of his broken heart as if they were written in his scores.

  Gustav swung open the door, and set his satchel of manuscript paper on the chair next to the desk. A few half dried autumn leaves that he tracked in crumbled under his boots as he sat down to his well-worn piano bench. Reaching for his papers, he paused and held his hands in the air for just a moment. Memories were brought to his mind of playing piano, not unlike the one he sat before now, with his daughter on his lap, singing. These memories of childhood folly now seemed of infinite value, and he held them in his heart, gingerly and carefully, like he once held his daughter.

   After this memory had fled from his brain, leaving the feeling of her absence yet again in him, Mahler played a few scales to ensure that the piano had held it’s tune despite the changing weather of the early autumn. It was determined that the instrument had, in fact, remained adequately in tune, and Mahler brought out the manuscript papers from his bag, as well as pen and inkwell. However, rather than continue working on his latest composition, he paused yet again, held his breath, and wiped a few stray tears away from the lens of his glasses. He ran his fingers through his hair, and began to play.

“Songs on the Death of Children,” he whispered to himself, “had I not imagined that I might be tempting Fate.”

   It was the third movement, which he felt like the stab of an arrow today. His gaze, like the father written in the score, was forever drawn away from the face of his wife, and towards the empty place in his heart once filled with the joyful face of his daughter. Did she blame him, for writing this tragedy into their future, or had the pain of their loss changed them so deeply that they could not reconcile it.

As he brought the words forth from his lips, it was now that he felt that the man who had written these songs had never considered himself as the father in the poems. He had lost so many of his siblings, his mother, and later, his brother too, to suicide. The loss of what could have been was a prominent feature in his young mind, but what he had written here was more than a requiem for a life unlived.

As he sang the words “Ach, zu schnell, zu schnell,” his voice broke and he held his head in his hands, weeping. Glasses falling to the ground unceremoniously, he felt so poignantly the loss of his future, with his daughter, and his present, with Anna and his wife.

“What right has the sun to rise again, and to shine through the trees, while she lies interred in the earth, never to see it?”

Gustav whispered to himself, with his voice still hoarse from crying. In the silence of the early fall, where no birds were left to console him with their song, the flowers had withered away and turned to dust, just as he felt he had.

[sweetsouldhavernas]

Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David ↳ UNDER COVERS

[tradingjack]

celestial bodies

[rinisdrawing]

the golden princess & the sorcerer prince

[generalsdiary]

Moze x Jiaoqiu

warnings: none

word count: 900~

description: just them being domestic (pre-2.5 events)

moze is the type of husband who always cleans, keeps everything neat, he will run (quite literally) anywhere and do any errand without complaint, nothing is too hard or difficult for him. he is v protective, „I promise I will bring him back“, nothing is stopping him from getting his husband back, he is confident in his abilities, to the point he isn't even worrying. he always attentively listens to jiaoqiu’s ramblings, his full attention on the foxian. he will eat anything jiaoqiu puts before him, no matter his preferences. uttering simple praises after the meal and never letting his husband clean up.

at night he cuddles with him, being the big spoon, holding his husband close, face buried in the orangey pink hair. like a touch starved kitten, he gravitates to him during the day, always hugging him- backhugs are his favorite. jiaoqiu always smiles, a sparkle in his eyes with each embrace. moze is often quiet, very thoughtful- usually ending up blunt in his words but not cold, never cold. the care and love for each other shown in the soft words, gentle embraces and lingering gazes. moze doesn’t do causal touches, his hands don’t wander to jiaoqiu’s soft tail, or even softer ears, or to caress him. he doesn’t want to overwhelm his husband or make him uncomfortable. yet when they stand close he bumps his nose against his. and when he is so so tired he rests his forehead on the shorter man’s. recharging, seeking comfort, love. luckily for him, his husband knows his main love language is physical touch. jiaoqiu bringing his hands to cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing the rough skin. he misses the smile that brightens the foxian’s face, his eyes shut relishing in the sensations. such a sensitive and responsive man. jiaoqiu is the only person moze allows to touch him, to drag those soft fingers across his scars, through the silver hair, to see him shirtless. he is the only one with whom he makes and keeps eye contact. moze is the type of husband that even without being close jiaoqiu can feel his touch on him. sitting across him, over a hotpot. lilac eyes on him. full of love. as if he is caressing his husband’s cheek at that moment. making jiaoqiu’s chest feel warm from the feeling of such a silent expression of admiration.

on the days jiaoqiu voices that he feels tired a quick response is given in turn “I can carry you.” a blunt, straightforward, and the same offer every time. he is more than happy to carry him + he enjoys showing off for his hubby. not caring for the public opinion or any observers; it doesn’t even cross his mind, jiaoqiu’s happiness the only thing on his mind. sadly, he is always rejected (occasionally making him pout). moze doesn’t even know why (painfully obvious why, the rare blushed jiaoqiu further confirming it). shadows are his safe haven, but jiaoqiu is his peace. they fill each other's needs, like puzzles fitting together, completely domestic in their behaviors; perfect for general feixiao’s safety and well-being. despite working together they don’t get tired of each other. work is work and their house is home.

coriander is not allowed under this roof and no big lights are ever on. when they have guests, jiaoqiu compensates with many small lamps, fairy lights, and a bunch of candles. unscented ones. otherwise, they would clash with the meal. sometimes, jiaoqiu will light a scented candle, but it won’t be lit for longer than an hour, otherwise, he would get overwhelmed due to how sensitive his nose is to smells. moze being the clean freak, and insistent on maintaining really good hygiene and not strong perfumes so he can do his job perfectly would just make jiaoqiu purr if he could. type of husband truly only for him. jiaoqiu is quite a social butterfly and he drags his husband with him, who will grumble a bit and then go along, and behave politely to the best of his capabilities. moze cannot read a room to save his life, short in his sentences and straight to the point despite pondering his words prior, they end up always coming off blunt. he means no harm and what he says is usually of little matter, and none of it holds any weight to him when all he needs is to hear his darling chuckle or gaze at him and all is well in his world. the only result he could possibly ever wish for.

and when they kiss? the lighting and shadow with fire and spice? the I talk a lot, flirtatious, rarely flustered with I listen to you with heart eyes, mainly unaffected but you make me smile. well… they keep it private. such actions feel too personal and intimate for them to be shown in public and given for anyone to see on display. they hold it too close to their hearts, it matters in a different way to them. something near and dear. they won’t be caught showing pda, not even holding hands- well they rarely hold hands either way. it is behind closed doors and in the privacy of their home that their lips meet, and hands wander, leaving soft touches in intimate places that they’d never do in public (unlike many others). it means too much to them.

[ghostingcrows]

He has acquired a child (babysitting for Peter)

[xullian]

Ccinooo

Not happy with this, kinda hate it. Pink verson under cut

Bright ass pink be upon you.

💥 Jumpscare 💥

Ccino belongs to black-nyanko

[dispotatorulzz]

Viv and Vex ponies !!! So happy with how these guys came out honestly <333

Design referenced from @the-good-luck-anomaly (specifically this)which was inspired by this)) fun little inspo train :3!! Me talking bout it and some flats and such under cut

Queen and Laz soon ^^ !!

RAGHHHH OK.... I loved doing these guys so much !!!!!

Basic flats ⬇️⬇️

I imagined them with opposite faced curled collars (imagine my dismay when I checked and this was just their hair and not also cool collars) so a little bit of fun jacket business.

their bodies are bloodstained but less so in the areas under the coat and gloves . the gloves protected the area they are worn on more than the coats because the gloves are a bit tighter, the coats don't even really close lmao

ALSO AUGHHHH the designs I referenced for these guys are SO GOOD!!!!!! the flat teeth specifically I love so much they're just so good and the perfect amount of spooky unexpected (for a vamp) for them 💛💛💛

[faunina]

happy TWO YEAR anniversary to everyone who attended the destiel wedding!

and happy valentines day to the rest of you guys <3 click the image for a surprise!

if you’ve ever seen that one post (i’ll link it in the replies) about the parallels between the rodeo scene in 12x11 and the movie “urban cowboy” and it entirely broke your brain, then this post is for you. and also i’m kissing you on the mouth

[ID. Digital art of Dean Winchester done in black and white. He’s is laid back on top of an electric bull. One hand rests on his hip while the other hovers in mid-air, fingers slightly curled, and he seems to be looking at it. When clicked, the transparency shows Castiel standing behind him. Castiel is holding Dean’s hand to his lips, while his other hand supports the back of Dean’s head. Castiel has a visible halo and wings that he has curled protectively around Dean. End ID.]

[itsrlymine]

Hey could you share pics of your Porsche or smth that happened to you? It’s not that I don’t believe you I just really need to see proof lately to believe cause are half the people here just scripting or sharing actual success stories?

You shouldn't need proof in the 3d to know something is real. That's the whole point of law of assumption.

If you are experiencing people just scripting and posting just to post, that's based on your literal assumption!!! Like do we not know how this law works???? Click the link and don't ask me for proof again.

[silvertws]

how I would draw Light's eyes if I actually had motivation every time lol

[avatarkcrra]

tlt enjoyers i am so curious to know what has been occupying your mind the most during the alectopause. i for one Cannot Stop Thinking about judith deuteros.

[danmeichael]

see chu wanning was an engineering major who started in that field because he genuinely wanted to do things to make the world better. mo ran has an engineering minor because he thinks professor chu wanning, teaching the engineering course, is hot but he would in fact be a business major because he actually doesn't give a fuck about any other person on earth.

[blackbackedjackal]

i remember you mentioning some bad experiences with arsanatomica; what was that about?

I posted a coyote skull from my research collection, and they DM'ed me and asked if they could re-post it to their page. I said it was fine cause I wanted to get more eyes on it since the pathologies it had were interesting and difficult to pinpoint. I got it secondhand and didn't have all the info I needed to say for sure what happened.

I mentioned to them that I study coyote morphology and pathologies with some other researchers, and I had a young coyote skull with another mystery pathology. I sent them some pics to look at, and they told me that the coyote was geriatric and the issues were from old age, which it absolutely was not. When I corrected them about the age of the animal (based on very obvious markers that proved it was a young animal), they doubled down about it being an older animal and stopped talking to me 🤷‍♀️