#so here you go :D

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Sun and Moon

Just a couple of Space Rangers au doodles I did the other day when trying to get my drawing motivation back :]

[wren-of-the-woods]

I used @finishwhatyoustarted-event as motivation to finish up an old ficlet! Silmarillion fandom, G, 0.7k, also on AO3.

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Fëanáro loved the language.

The elves made it; it was theirs. Theirs, and theirs alone. No Vala was responsible for it. Nobody else could possibly claim credit for it save Eru himself. They always have had it and they always would have it. They were the Quendi, the ones who speak.

Fëanáro loved the forge, loved to create things of beauty where there were none and to make things of wonder and delight. He loved to wander the land, to seek out new and undiscovered things. For many years, he could delight in the pleasures of the world without hesitation. He eagerly took the knowledge offered by the Valar and used it to achieve things unheard of. 

But the Valar were meddlers. They were fools. They were thieves. They would take what they wanted from the elves and claim that it was their right. They would say it had been they who taught the arts to the elves. That the elves could have made nothing without their aid. That this gave them a right to whatever was created by the craftspeople who had surpassed the Valar’s skill many years ago. And the elves, foolish as they were, believed them.

The Valar could have no such claim on the language. They never have, and they never will. Words belonged to the Quendi, and they always would. That made them precious. As precious as the brightest stars.

But they were impermanent. Transient. They did not have the great stature and majesty of the stone towers in Valimar, nor the solidity of the metals of the forge. They are the wind blowing through towers and cities of the mind; sometimes a gentle breeze, sometimes a great and moving tempest, but always temporary. Always changing. Always passing away. Even the greatest song, the most moving speech, would be lost and forgotten in time.

Numbers could be recorded with repeated markings on stone or cloth or rope or paper. It was much harder to record words and sounds. There were the picture-like symbols that the Vanyar would sometimes use to record history, of course, but they were cumbersome and imprecise and only conveyed simplified meanings at best; far too clumsy to be much use to someone like Fëanáro. The vast majority of the knowledge and history of the Quendi was passed through verbal communication only.  

Fëanáro would not tolerate this.

Works of language deserved every bit of the credit given to great feats of engineering or works of art. They deserved to be passed down through the generations without change, shown to anyone who would see them. The Valar should be made to see that they do not own the Quendi. The language would be as immovable as the stars, fixed and unchanging in its beauty. Its current course of incessant change, of unreasonable divergence from what is right and good, would be stopped.  It was perfect as it was. Any change could only result in the downfall of the one thing the Quendi could indisputably call their own. 

It must be set down and recorded. It must be made to stay put. It must be perfected, polished, and purged like the finest jewel.

Ñolofinwë had said this was impossible. He had said that words were like the wind, and that nobody could possibly catch the wind in a bottle and keep it on a shelf. Arafinwë had butted in and added that even if one could, it would no longer be the wind — without motion, wind is nothing more than air.

Fëanáro ignored them. He had learnt, over the years, that the only voice worth listening to in these things was Nerdanel’s. If anyone else said that something could not be done, Fëanáro would simply complete his project with greater eagerness and be ready to flaunt his success in their face. But if Nerdanel says something cannot be done, then it truly is impossible.

This time, Nerdanel said it is a wonderful idea. She even offered several suggestions on where to start — perhaps he could use a simplified form of the explanatory diagrams he would sometimes create when making blueprints, or of the historical tapestries woven by the Vanyar. Fëanáro had taken her thoughts eagerly. She was usually right about this sort of thing. 

The paper was spread out in front of him, ready for his ideas. Countless new worlds would be opened up when he succeeds. He would succeed. He always did. If one had enough determination, creativity, and skill, anything is possible, and he certainly had a surplus of all three. All he needed was time.

He touched his quill to the paper, and began.

[faithfulcat111]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley/Vickie Characters: Robin Buckley, Vickie (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Knight Robin Buckley, Castle life, Fluff, Meet-Cute, Ficlet Series: Part 4 of Mapleswood Castle Summary:

Robin always fell into crushes far too easily and out of them just as easily. This one though...

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[ptr-sqloint]

[toboldlymuppet]

the empress ✨

[shima-draws]

Luffy bites I don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bonus:

Sanji could not stop his onslaught 😔

[bepomepo33]

LOOK AT THEM GO!

[qvert]

She’s going on an adventure!

[otaku553]

Luffy week day 7:

Free prompt: Sunrise

Happy birthday, Luffy :)

[expelliarmus]

[starwarjotta]

Cody surrounded by family and the people he loves, because that is what he deserves

[o-sunny-day]

*WAS IT WORTH IT?

GAAAAAHH posted this on tiktok forgot to post it on tumblr

also i made a work-in-progress overview on tiktok and the sound got removed so im gonna do that for this too 😭😭 BUT AUGGGHHHH THIS THING TOOK YEARS OFF MY LIFE/pos (tbf this comic in general is taking years off my life so LEMME GIVE A LITTLE BACK TO COMMUNITY♥️♥️♥️)

its hard to describe after its all “done” (its not exactly done- but i’m calling it here cause i’m happy with it)

BUT I EXPECTED THAT! SO I RANTED ABOUT IT AS I MADE IT ON MY ART ARCHIVE SERVER!!! HAVE AT YEE

all the little ins and outs :3

since I can only post 1 video per pose ill post the works in progress’ after this- be on the look out cause I ALSO CANT JUST REBLOG THIS 😭😭 videos are weird on tumblr smh

[luminique]

Lighter when reader is sick/has a cold/etc he has to be a hot fucking mess

OH HES ALL OVER YOU WHEN YOURE SICK !! the moment you’ve got a cold, he’s immediately telling the girls that he is out of commission. he wants to take care of you but like lowkey. he’s buying medicine, he’s getting food, he’s making sure that you’re not overexerting yourself.

but he’s also getting bothered by the fact that you’re calling out to him with a red flush on your face due to the sickness. you’d think he would be pushed away by how rough your voice sounds but no, it’s actually a little conflicting to him. something deep within him wants to be all cuddly with you but he’d tell himself that he’ll catch a cold and who will take care of you if he’s sick too?

you’re more than capable to take care of yourself but having you depend on him like this, even if its only for a short moment, has him melting completely. he’d pretend to be a little distant (because he can’t show that he’s worried) but he’s always looking out for you. coughing ? he’s getting water. sniffling ? he’s grabbing tissues. too hot ? he’s ready with a wet towel.

once he’s done taking care of you for the day, the girls are definitely there to tease him about it and all he does is push his shades up a bit more. he cares so so much but that’s not a good look for his cool and mysterious personality. either way, he promised to take care of you until you get better, so he’ll be back in the morning to check on you again as usual. it’s all too obvious when in the next few days, he’s the one sniffling and sneezing instead.

[raycatzdraws]

A Linked Universe meets The Dark Crystal AU! I don't even remember what started it at this point. I remembered that the Dark Crystal and Age of Resistance are things I like, blinked, and woke up three days later with an AU and a bunch of art.

The designs and the story are a wip and for fun so expect a lot of variation! (I have a few different beginnings, ideas for different designs, etc)! :D

In addition to #linked universe I'll be using the tags #the dark crystal lu au and #courage of the dark crystal!

[mywitchyblog]

Message to @alphaltrainreflection

First of all, bitch, where did I ever say anything about "eroticizing inferiority"? Like, be fucking for real. Show me the receipts. Because unless you’re reading between lines that don’t exist, nothing in my post said anything about power dynamics, submission, or “inferiority.” It sounds like you’re projecting some judgmental bullshit that I didn’t even invite into the conversation. So let’s start there—check yourself before you come into my space twisting my words to fit your weird little agenda.

Second of all, and I mean this with every ounce of sincerity, shut the fuck up. Genuinely, if you don’t like what you see, don’t interact. It’s that simple. Not everyone has to match your narrow idea of what shifting is “supposed” to be. Shifting isn’t some gated community where you get to play security guard and decide who’s allowed in. So do us all a favor, take that rigid-ass energy, and keep it to yourself, bitch.

Let’s be real for a second. You said, “sex freaks who insist on eroticizing inferiority are ruining shifting.” Bitch, nobody’s ruining anything—especially not me. All I said was that I want to get fucked. Plain and simple. If my desire to shift for a good time offends you, you’re free to move along. Shifting means different things to different people, and if sex is part of that, it’s totally valid. If I want to shift to a reality for some damn good dick, who the fuck are you to get all sanctimonious about it? Newsflash: your opinion on what’s “appropriate” doesn’t apply here, darling.

And let’s get one thing fucking clear, because clearly, you need this spelled out: even if someone did want to shift to a reality where they take on a more passive, submissive role, what of it? Why the fuck does that bother you so much? Some people spend their whole lives having to be strong, holding shit together, constantly defending themselves, and staying in control just to survive. Maybe, just maybe, they want to create a reality where they can finally let go, surrender, and trust someone who respects them and won’t take advantage of them. Imagine that—feeling safe enough to let down your guard and explore a side of yourself you don’t get to express in this life. For some people, that’s healing. For others, it’s fun. Either way, it’s their choice, not yours. So back the fuck off.

So let’s talk about this “ruining shifting” nonsense you pulled out of nowhere. Bitch, the only thing “ruining” anything is people like you, stomping into conversations uninvited and acting like you’re the gatekeeper of how others should experience their desires. You’re clinging to this imaginary rulebook about what’s “appropriate” for shifting as if that makes you morally superior, but all it does is make you look insecure, judgmental, and way too invested in other people’s business. Spoiler alert: nobody gives a fuck about your approval or needs it to validate their experience.

Here’s the truth, since you seem to need a wake-up call: shifting is deeply personal. It’s about self-determination and freedom, not conforming to some rigid-ass code of conduct set by random bitches on the internet. If someone wants to shift for spiritual growth, self-discovery, sexual exploration, or all of the above, that’s their fucking prerogative. Shaming them because it doesn’t align with your limited, vanilla-ass view of what’s “appropriate” is straight-up pathetic.

And by the way, bitch, sex is a natural, beautiful, and completely valid part of life. If I want to shift for sex, or if someone else wants to shift to feel cherished, adored, or, yes, even submissive, that’s nobody’s fucking business but ours. Maybe instead of trying to drag others down to your level of insecurity, you could take a hard look in the mirror and figure out why other people’s sexual autonomy bothers you so damn much. Because this isn’t about “ruining shifting”; it’s about you being uncomfortable with the idea of someone enjoying themselves in a way that’s different from what you deem acceptable. Maybe some self-reflection would do you some good.

To every other shifter out there who’s ever been made to feel guilty or “lesser” for shifting for your own reasons, listen up: you don’t owe anyone an explanation, and you don’t need anyone’s approval. Your DR, your fucking rules. If shifting for you is about finding love, intimacy, exploration, or yes, even some good dick, that’s your choice. Don’t let some insecure bitch shame you or make you feel like you’re somehow ruining the experience just because it doesn’t fit into their narrow little box. Shifting is about creating the life and reality you want to live—whatever the fuck that looks like for you.

So, here’s a suggestion: take your unsolicited, holier-than-thou attitude and keep it to yourself. If you can’t handle seeing people talk openly about their desires and goals for shifting, then bitch, scroll past and save yourself the outrage. Because at the end of the day, I’m not here to please you, and neither is anyone else. We’re here to live our best lives, however we see fit, and if that’s too much for you, the door’s right over there.

To everyone who’s out here shifting for what they want, keep going. Own your desires, own your reality, and don’t let anyone’s outdated judgment make you feel like you’re doing it wrong. Shifting is your journey, and if that includes exploring intimacy, vulnerability, or sexuality, you’re not alone. You’re valid, and your experience is just as real and important as anyone else’s.

Consider this your reminder that no one’s begging for your approval. I’ll be over here, unbothered, shifting for exactly what I want, and loving every fucking second of it. ✨