#smal things...

[meimeikyu]

i love having small differences between all the sans aus,,,

[inkshojo]

Art block bad week go my fox

[woahjo]

mmmm high lord katsuki and new attendant reader…

he’s a cold man, with an icy stare and a fiery temper that is set off at the drop of a hat. the high lord katsuki has a reputation for being harsh on his peers and servants alike, though he has enough political sense to keep the peace.

he’s from an important family, born and bred with a silver spoon in his mouth and taught all of the niceties of good society. katsuki has read all of the classics and, in addition to an impressive family home (which he manages along with familial business), he has an extensive library, which he visits frequently.

you are low-born, only granted to opportunity of reading because your father taught you before he passed away. you’d been forced to find work when he passed and, by some stroke of luck, someone in the kitchens was willing to take you in and have you keep inventory for a small monthly salary. reading and writing comes in handy for that.

you consider yourself unlucky, however, at being noticed by katsuki’s first officer and personal attendant, kirishima, who happens to be of common birth with a position that should belong to a noble and thus, outranks you. well, just about everyone our ranks you. it’s him who recommends you for the “promotion” and lands you in katsuki’s personal office in the main house.

“my lord,” he says, stepping into the room with the comfort only a noble could have. “i’ve brought them.”

“who?” katsuki doesn’t raise his head. his voice is low and gravelly.

“the new serving staff, my lord,” he states. “the one from the kitchen inventory.”

katsuki looks up at this, his gaze unimpressed and unyielding. he looks you over for a moment, staring as if to size you up.

oh, he’s beautiful. it’s shameful thing to think of such a harsh man, but it’s the truth. he almost looks like a painting, with hard set eyes and round lips. you’d expected someone frightening, with harsh features and sharp, cutting proportions befitting of a man with rumors like the ones surrounding him. instead, the man who sits before you seems a prince with a slightly colder gaze. you suppose that his beauty is drowned out by the other rumors surrounding him.

“you said they could read?” katsuki snaps.

“yes, my lord,” he responds.

katsuki doesn’t comment on this, instead, he shifts his gaze to you and harshly barks a question.

“you’re willing to work?”

what does that matter? you don’t have much of a choice.

“yes, my lord.”

“very good,” katsuki says. “kirishima, see her to her quarters.”

kirishima excuses himself and you bow deeply and do the same. katsuki’s gaze lingers on you for a moment as you bow. it is so intense that you can almost feel the moment he tears it from you and returns to pouring over the papers in front of him. he does not look up again as you shut the door.

katsuki gives the impression that he is made of stone, stubborn and immovable. you imagine that his peers have trouble convincing him of anything and you briefly wonder, judging by the hard look he’d given you, if you’ll run into the same trouble.

[shoverse]

sfw — thinkin bout bestfriend! jeongin, who loves to joke about how 'rizzful' he is, giggling loudly when you turn your head slowly in faux horror and feign a disgusted expression. not that you don't believe him, of course, he's always out. it's just that he he always comes home and flops onto the couch next to you, sipping a fresh (not really) lemonade he bought from the seven eleven down the road. 'what movie today?' he asks, resting his head on your shoulder, peering into your eyes.

jeongin, who wakes you up to the sweet smell of fluffy pancakes, setting the table with his favourite weaved placemat and hanging up his pretty white apron. he smiles softly and wishes you good morning, voice soaked in morning grog. the pretty heart he meticulously carved into your butter was already half-melted, your own heart melting into the familiarity of it all.

jeongin, who was there for your first crush, first love, first heartbreak. he'll, he's been there for every heartbreak. he sneaks into your room and sits next to you on your bed, rubbing your back and letting you cry into his chest.

jeongin, who buys you pretty flowers on every occasion possible. he picks out the best bunch of sunflowers, wraps them up in a checkered yellow cloth and scribbles out a heartfelt note for you. something about how you're his sun always slips in, about how pretty you are, but he crosses it out and starts again.

jeongin, who turns just a shade pinker every time you thank him for the flowers. smiles so wide and offers to spend the rest of the day with you. you accept, of course, who could ever turn a boy like him down?

jeongin, who's been with you since the start, smiling his sunshine boy smile, drawing bright yellow tulips on the sidewalk. he wipes his chalk covers fingers on you and sticks his little tongue out. the tongue that slowly retracts as you sport a devilish grin and chase the shrieking boy down the road.

jeongin, who spends weeks learning how to paint from hyunjin, trying not to get frustrated when he messes up. he grins and calls it effortless when the painting finally ends up in your hand, but his shy smile hints at something else.

jeongin, who demands that 'as best friends, we are obliged to get matching phone cases'. he giggles every time you tap your phone cases together and completes the cartoon on the back of your phones.

jeongin, who sits on a picnic blanket with you, picking daisies and weaving them into your hair. he rests his head on your lap as you absentmindedly play with his hair and watch the sun set. he squeals and rolls off of you when a drop from your mango popsicle drips onto his forehead.

jeongin, who robs jisung of his nail polish so you two could match colours. he spends his afternoon focusing on getting your nails absolutely perfect, scrunching up his nose and furrowing his eyebrows. he smiles when you take dozens of pictures of yours and his interlocking fingers.

jeongin, who humors you and agrees to play a game of truth or dare with you. it's tame at first, stupid questions like 'what's the fattest shit you've ever taken?' (okay, maybe not exactly that.) until it's not. i mean, you don't think it's that serious, chewing on your snacks and thinking up interesting questions. when the words fall from your lips, he clams up immediately. 'do you like anyone?' he opens his mouth to say no, but what slips out instead is what he's kept locked away for all those years.

'you.'

jeongin, who's a terrible kisser. maybe it's his nerves, maybe he's just bad, but it makes you laugh into the kiss. he tastes like honey, sweet and infatuating. his lips are soft, he slips his hand behind your neck and smiles when he pulls away. he rests his forehead against yours and erupts into an explosion of laughter.

jeongin, who hugs you close to his chest that night, whispering into your hair as you drift off to sleep. you're so perfect, he's so glad he can finally say it.

jeongin, who's yours. that is all.

[disneytva]

Disney Channel Sets Rebrand With New Logo And Graphics, Slated To Debut September 30.

Disney Channel has just updated their YouTube Channel profile picture and banner, ahead of the channel's upcoming rebrand which is expected to launch on September 30th.

The rebrand showcases new graphics alongside a new logo that drops the Mickey Mouse ears that where around for almost 10 years.

Like the Disney Jr. rebranding from earlier this year, they seem to be swapping out the Mickey ears/head element of the logo design and having a deeper focus on the Disney logo itself. Disney Channel, however, also seems to be retaining a Mickey head element that will be used in the new graphics and design of the rebrand, though it's too early to say given the regular assets have yet to play into the equation ---- @disneyschedules

[yea-baiyi]

the key to understanding hua cheng’s appearance and how he occupies space is that he’s a transmasc goth who’s committed to red and silver as his aesthetic. ok. the layered hair the outfits the boots the chains. he doesn’t shave off his eyebrows and redraw them only because he is a shapeshifter and so his eyebrows grow the way he wants.

[aseuki]

Wow! You're so cool looking, Parhelion Knight. I love your wings!

I'm curious: how did you find Parhelic Anima and what made you decide to become its guardian?

Don't think yourself so highly to be as lucky.

[strawberri-draws]

Experimental comic page I liked 💫

[boodubious07]

i forgot to post about this since tumblr was down but i do like the new maglor guy. little soft puffy thing epilogue

[cycas]

The etymology of the word 'Fuck' on Etymonline is a wild ride, and I highly recommend it.

One highlight: Flying fuck originally meant "sex had on horseback" and is first attested c. 1800 in broadside ballad "New Feats of Horsemanship."

[ursaribbon]

guys. guys

its 3am

i droo somfig

[cephalog0d]

Batfic - "Bower Birds"

(For @dangerousdan-dan, because this is all your fault! <3)

Category: Gen Rating: General Audiences Characters/Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Stephanie Brown, mentioned Dick Grayson Additional tags: Humor, Secret Identity Shenanigans, Batbros, Agent of Chaos Stephanie Brown Words: 1,000

Summary:

Really, the whole thing was Dick’s fault. In which Damian and Tim start competitively collecting Nightwing merch, Tim's friends wildly misread the situation once they notice, and Steph is making things worse on purpose. In unrelated news, Tim will be moving to Nepal to live as a goat.

Really, the whole thing was Dick’s fault.

It all started when he found a Nightwing themed hoodie and bought it for Damian as a joke, pointing out that they would match now. Damian had, obviously, scoffed and rolled his eyes, but he hadn’t gotten rid of it, and Tim had caught him wearing it more than once (usually when Dick was gone for an extended amount of time).

And then Steph had found a hilariously bad version with a staggeringly off-center chevron and bought it for Tim, which also got an eye roll, except it turned out it was actually really soft and comfortable, which meant Tim started wearing it.

And then Damian apparently started feeling territorial, and it wasn’t like Tim was all that great at not rising to the bait when it came to Damian, and things...escalated.

There were rules. They couldn’t just make things themselves, they had to be produced by other people and not by special request. They couldn’t have the same piece of merch, so once one of them bought something it was off the table. If they both happened to get the same thing at the same time they had to compete for it. (This was quickly amended to having a neutral third party flip a coin after an incident involving a broken window and some dead rose bushes.)

It was a ridiculous competition to have, but it was also sort of fun trying to find the most random, off-the-wall merchandise they could to impress each other.

It didn’t really occur to Tim, caught up in deep diving the internet and scouring random stores for handmade things to purchase, what it looked like on the outside.

(Cont. on AO3)

[klmmcqueen]

so anyway i turn 32 next month

[smoshidiot]

i don’t have a consistent art style at all and it’s kinda driving me insane. all of these ian drawings are from the past 24h like WHAT

[lenteur]

man. i need to go back to writing on a diary.

[aseuki]

💼 curious what Stell might be carrying around in those inventory slots

[ask meme]

💼 (Bag) - Inventory check! What items does your OC typically carry around with them? What do they carry them in?

You’re in luck, it’s something I Also think about on the regular!

Stell is very much a “be prepared for anything” kind of guy—years of dropping planetside and foraging for parts and research has kind of taught him well, if you count “Get Them before they can Get You” and “Energy Drinks are a viable nutrition source” as good lessons >:’D

Then again, if the extent of preparedness is also maintaining a viable mode of transportation, then I suppose it can’t be all that bad haha