#so sane abt him

[scarasimping]

i hope you all know me and scara are actually married btw and we've adopted all the aranara

[fistfuloflightning]

When even a Fury’s strength may wane

[layraket]

hai

i went crazy again

OK SO I HAVE THINGS TO SAY WITH THE LINK DRAWING.

i hc that whoever (prob Ganon) that controls his mind doesn't properly take care of his body, causing him to loss bodyweight from bad nutrition and his hair getting longer. They only need him alive to control his body, for a hero like him the minimun should be enough

anyways close-ups and speedpaint under the cut

alr goodnight

[verxsyon]

royal au hsr. dan heng il x royalty!gn!reader.

¡ contains leaks, nothing too major dw !

dh il’s voice line about vidyadhara customs is making me ill - the vidyadhara put their hand on someone’s forehead to greet them. ik it's a greeting, but hear me out here: it's like a sign of familiarity, like you gained trust from someone such as dh il.

ok ok, so reader sneaks out of the castle when they were younger and found a wounded dragon. after the dragon was taken care of, he touched their forehead to thank them. years later, dh il saves reader from monsters at their castle but he's in his il form and reader's like "are you gonna kill me too?" and he touched their forehead and said "it's you." I'M LOSING MY SHIT BYE—

[burningfunobject]

I love jayce

I mean who doesn't its just by God does he make bad decisions

[p2ii]

"all is hushed for the song of Orpheus..." my own take on udad!Orpheus, partially inspired by @/reegis's design (making him a sad goth boy is such a concept <3) and these images of ts/jl:

[satellitesunset]

and what's worse is I can't stop thinking about how gojo was responsible for geto's initial death. thinking of the years of guilt he carried from killing his best friend, his soulmate - convinced that he'd never see him again. So to then hear geto's voice calling his name, to be maybe given another chance, to not only get back what he's lost but to also undo his greatest sin...

how could he not turn around?

HOW CAN HE NOT TURN AROUND !!

geto('s body) was the only possible option to seal him. the only thing that would have made him pause. it's literally called an 'impossible task'.

BUT THE LOVE GOJO HAD FOR GETO WAS ENOUGH TO DEFY THIS IMPOSSIBLITY !!

BECAUSE HE PAUSED. HESTIATED.

the concept that suguru had somehow came back was enough. enough for him to start reminiscing despite the danger. despite everything.

this panel specifically highlightes your point about gojo's guilt. the guit of killing his own best friend a year ago. the guilt of losing geto 11 years ago. that melancholy of being left at 17 is something that he has never escaped. he's been grieving geto even tho he was alive for 10 years. and he mourned him again after killing him for another year.

[crimson-constellations]

I’m too mentally unwell for Viktor posting rn y’all wait till the end of the week until I can actually express what I feel with words

[trans-rights-coastalmangoes]

not me picking up another shift at work tomorrow in hopes that it'll trigger my alter to start fronting so he can finally come home and play mouthwashing

[berrysquared]

Welcome to YJH Fail Gallery, also known as me trying and failing to draw Yoo Joonghyuk for a month straight

tag your favorite yjh fail below, im pitting them against each other now

[ghostbeam]

Cool. So I guess this really was my hero academia or whatever the fuck ever

[twistedserval]

I'd like to share my Il Dottore inspired dragon OC Plague Bringer! I love him so much!! Anyone who'd like to draw him I'd love to see :3 (or with your own genshin oc??)

[spring-lxcked]

@florietiae ( continued from here )

It was just a short detour really, his drive home to relieve Jayne of her ( much enjoyed ) babysitting duty interrupted by a whim. Passed his exit, took the next one, and it had left him deposited on his ex-wife's doorstep, the smell of oncoming rain an omen. Almost like some romcom scene where the ex-boyfriend shows up on the porch in the rain to make amends and sweep his lover off her feet. How cruelly unfitting a comparison to make.

The comment upon her opening the door had held none of his usual bitterness, far too caught up in pitying himself and his situation to entertain his deep-rooted and, often, all too vocal anger toward Juliet. He hardly heard her protestations, eyes scanning over her face. He missed her, if he went right to the root of it all. It had been too long, yet not long at all, since they had last seen each other. Was a compliment in order—you look good—or would that just scream false nicety?

"If I'm not interrupting anything." And, well, perhaps false niceties had a place. He had stepped through her doorway even as he'd said it, never considering whether this was a good idea in the first place. Surely she expected he was there for a reason. It was up to him to either come up with a good excuse or admit he had none. "The kids are at the house with Jayne." Unasked question answered—knew she'd be wondering. He knew Juliet, despite the awkward too-close-but-too-far distance between them now.

Right, he was just lingering in front of the door. Gesturing forward, he followed her deeper inside. "Well, you know I can never turn down anything that would satisfy my sweet tooth." He hovered near the counter, watching her movements like he was trying to memorize them. "I know you're wondering why I'm here. Do me a favor and don't ask. Just indulge me. Let's talk like nothing's happened." This was William at his most honest—at least the most honest he could be to anyone but himself.

A breath, a beat of silence. Then: "How was your day, darling?" ( The sort of question he had never asked quite often enough before. )

[tired-twili]

Playing re 6 and finding that this file exists

"But they could not forget what they felt for eachother"

The plot of re6 is just leon and ada pining after eachother

[placehcld]

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 & 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

General Information

Full Name: ██ ██████

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Sighting 9536-B — The Visitor | Humanity's Arbiter | The Devil | "Kang Daehwan" (trans. Dae (대) "Grand or Great" | Hwan (환) "Illustrious, Shining, Light")

Gender/Pronouns: ??? / Appears Male, Uses He/Him and Masculine Nouns

Age: ???, Appears in his mid to late forties.

Species/Race: ???

Birthdate: He was not born.

Sexuality: Terrible. Does he even understand the concept of love?

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Interaction Warning(s): Downright evil character, supposed to be a version of the literal "Satan". Inspired by Needful Things, the SAW Franchise & various similar franchises. Mentions of Gore, Blood, Kidnapping, Torture, Cannibalism, etc. will be present.

Appearance

Height: 6'0" (183cm)

Build: Mesomorphic, Inverted Triangle

Skin Tone: Rich Golden, Warm Undertones

Eye Color: Dark Brown with a hint of deceptive warmth, Almost black

Hair Color/Style: Rich dark brown, a faint hint of warmth when sunlight hits his hair; A few streaks of grey peeking through, though, they're often hidden away — Slicked back with a few strands of fringe lazily hanging to his eyes

Distinguishing Features: A signature smile that feels not only empty but also incredibly inhumane; Lack of proper facial expressions that express genuine emotion; A faint scar behind his left ear; Flawless complexion, otherwise

Clothing Style: Business Casual, Suit & Tie

Background

Birthplace: He was not born.

Current Residence: Golden Peaks - Definite residence unknown

Family: None.

Important Relationships: Does not have any favorite toys at the moment.

History

❝ It shouldn't have been possible. But it is! It was. This is definite proof that it had happened. Around four years ago in the middle of May, Sighting 9536 had appeared yet again. It stood within the middle of a clearing of the southern part of Copper Grove. That damned, white door . . . It had finally appeared once again. It was protocol to ignore it. After all, Sighting 9536 might be passive in nature, yet it bears dangers & horrors of unimaginable quantities. And thus, one must ignore it. At all times.❞ [ . . . ]

❝However, some tourists end up being too curious for their own good and so, I keep watch in front of it once it appears. For their safety, of course. It's my duty, after all. It stays for about 46 hours every time it appears. Why not two full days? I don't know. I stopped questioning the sightings within Golden Peaks & the logic they follow. In any case, I would remain stationed in front of it for those 46 hours in the middle of May. As always, I held my rifle, clutching it to my chest, expecting to shoo or scare away anyone who dared to come to close. It all seemed like the usual deal since I've taken this job up. But it wasn't. No. I think the Sighting, the Door felt . . . Maybe realized that I was there to dissuade anyone from entering. And in turn, it had responded. In the middle of May.❞ [ . . . ]

❝ The first 24 hours were like always; Nothing happened. It was easy to stay awake, simply because I'm used to sleeping only a little or not at all. I held onto my rifle with one hand whilst scrolling through my phone with the other — Like always. However, maybe I should have started questioning this particular situation when my phone just randomly decided to die on me. I still had 22 more hours to go at that point & only the sky & the forest to keep me company. ❞ [ . . . ]

❝ At the 30 hour mark, I was already starting to feel drowsy. That alone was strange on its own. I do not get tired that easily. 12 more hours passed & I started to feel how my grip loosened. On my rifle. On reality. Sleep was attempting to take me at this time. And it felt even stranger — Like a hand caressed my soul, ushering me into slumber with gentle yet empty-sounding whispers. I was getting more & more tired. I felt heavy. So incredibly heavy. But also . . . so warm.❞ [ . . . ]

❝ It must have been around the 45 hour mark when I felt something bump against my lower back. Immediately would my eyes flutter open. I had fallen asleep. I must have fallen asleep. But I didn't even remember falling asleep? Another thud against my lower back. It wasn't forceful, though. My mind yelled for me to turn around, check if the door was still there — if it still was, that would mean that no one had passed through while I was asleep. Another thud. I didn't even have to turn around because I soon heard a voice from behind me . . . ❞

"Miss, would you be so kind and move out of the way?"

❝ I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing once I looked up; The white door was cracked just a tiny bit, revealing the face of a middle-aged man clad in suit. At first, I thought him to be a hallucination. That this place was playing another trick on my mind. But as I continued to hold eye contact with that man, unable to see the interior of what laid behind that door; I felt it. That unnatural smile on his lips. Warm eyes, yet empty as they locked on my own. This wasn't a human who had managed to escape the anomaly. And yet, I would move out the way, letting him step through the door completely. I had only turned away for one moment but the door was already gone once I looked back. But he was still there. Smiling at me. Holding that damned briefcase. ❞

"I didn't know that I would be having a welcome committee. Say, Miss . . . What is your name?"

❝ I didn't answer, even if my lips & tongue moved on its own & wanted to respond. I was somehow drawn in by that handsome, strange man in front of me. I couldn't move. Couldn't swallow. Couldn't even properly breathe.❞

"We can't begin if I don't know your name."

❝ I felt that grip on my soul again. But this time, it wasn't soothing. It wasn't warm. It felt ice cold.❞

"Answer me, sweetheart."

❝ With the last bit of power left in my body would I pull the trigger of my rifle — The bullet connecting with my foot & painfully cutting through muscle & bone. He didn't even flinch. He only continued to smile. I don't even know if he blinked. But it didn't matter. The moment of pain brought autonomy back to me & so, I ran. I limped away. He didn't follow. He only smiled. ❞

Sighting 9536-B must be treated like its predecessor — He must be ignored at all times. Do not let yourself be roped in by his games. Do not even look at him. Just act like he doesn't exist and soon, he will leave. Or you had wished for him to leave.

Trivia

The man known as The Visitor does not seem to be bound by the laws of what human consider logical and real. He seems to be of omnipotent presence. His abilities are yet to be determined, although, they might be too vast to be properly documented.

The Visitor will often introduce himself as Kang Daehwan. It is unknown if that name is one made up by the entity or the former name of the body he currently possesses. It is not known if this body is his. But it is known that this is not what he actually looks like.

There are no records of a Kang Daehwan ever having lived in Golden Peaks. This means he is not a survivor of Sighting 9536.

[prac-ticalproblems]

u ever look at a fictional man and be like "yup, I want his hands on me" that's me with this man and goddamm dang nabbit I need more kindred spirits like u

pulls you to the side. Listen anon. I will give you the biggest tip of your life. Make a silley side blog to share your dumb little ideas with the public !! It’s fun!

or just ramble (like I do)

Point is : 🤝 we’re all one and we are all synced together. BE FREE NONNIE!! LIVE YOUR TRUTH!!!