#the four swans

[literallyjusttoa]

I remembered that mouse I gave Apollo a while ago so I made a couple of sketches for him. His name is Phulax and he deserves the world actually.

[itscosmicnerd]

Maybe it will turn out this time?

[coalitiongirl]

Regina lets out a little puff of laughter, then looks annoyed again. “No sense of self-preservation,” she says, frowning. “How am I going to get you to activate all that magic if you can’t even do it to save your life?” She considers for a moment. Then her eyes light up with an idea. It’s a little frightening. “It’s not your imminent death that gets you moving,” she says slowly. “It’s saving people.” And without hesitation, she throws herself off the side of the ravine. Emma lets out a cry, panic flooding her as she rushes to the edge. Regina drops peacefully, as though she’s already resigned to her fate. Emma has to do something, she has to help, she has to– She is in the air before she can think about it, but she hasn’t thrown herself off a cliff. No, she’s floating a few feet below Regina, magic warming her entire body as she throws out her hands. Regina lands in her arms, cradled against her, and Emma jolts from the force of the catch. Slowly, she tells herself, and they descend to the bottom of the ravine, Emma flushed with the effort of controlling her magic. “There we go,” Regina says softly, her eyes on Emma. Emma stares back at her, their gazes locked, flushed with magic and victory. Her whole body feels like it’s humming, like she has been given an infusion of energy that makes everything feel so alive. “Do you feel it?” Emma breathes. She thinks that she could probably summon one of Regina’s fireballs right now with just a thought, that she could move worlds with a blink. But she doesn’t, because Regina is still in her arms. She feels so small like this, not a legendary evil queen but only a woman, soft and warm. “Yeah,” she says, trembling with the force of the magic. “Yeah, I feel it.”

[i-am-pinkie]

He really has great chemistry with, almost everyone I've seen him act with, sigh. The Beautiful Man 😍♥️🥰

Quietly he pulled her towards him and covered her face with kisses. Nothing at all violent, this time; five or six brushing kisses, loving, admiring; too sexual to be brotherly yet too affectionate to be altogether resented.

‘Goodbye,’ Ross said. ‘My dear.’”

— The Four Swans: A Novel of Cornwall, 1795-1797 (Poldark Book 6) by Winston Graham

[whipedcream]

some curiouscat requests!

[mccallhero]

favourite ouat scenes: 12/?

[ihavesomejays]

fuck around, find out

i've been procrastinating SO hard lately it's unreal. so i saw these two with their homoerotic tension and i just had to draw you know (also in my gouache brush phase because the texture is Pleasing to someone who usually doesn't draw with any texture at all. we're probably going back to flattish colors soon though because sketching with paint is very time and morale consuming)

closeups below keep reading

[chaotictoon]

7 Deadly Sins: Envy

[lilithslittleworld]

Character list!! (Requests are open)

Hello all! I'm compiling my first masterlist (I'm pretty new to all of this tbh) but I thought I'd do a little overview of what characters I write about/with and in what areas!

Divergent series:

Four (Tobias Eaton): fluff, angst, one shots, headcanons, smut

Tris: fluff, angst, one shots, headcanons, smut

Peter Hayes (SOO underrated imo): fluff, angst, one shots, headcanons, smut

Christina: fluff, one shots, headcanons, some smut.

Probably anyone else upon request unless I really dislike them.

Will: fluff, one shots, headcanons, and some smut.

Harry Potter universe:

Harry Potter: fluff, one shots, headcanons, smut

Weasleys: Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George: all fluff, one shots, headcanons, angst, and smut

Tom Riddle: some fluff,one shots, headcanons, smut, and angst.

Hermione Granger: fluff, headcanons, one shot, and smut.

Luna Lovegood: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Draco Malfoy (sometimes): angst, smut, one shots, and headcanons.

Marauders era: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black: fluff, angst, smut, one shots, and headcanons.

Twilight saga:

Bella Swan: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Cullens: Jasper, Alice, Edward (sometimes), and Carlisle upon request. All: fluff, angst, one shots, and headcanons. Smut: Alice, Jasper, and sometimes Edward and Carlise

Quileutes/Pack: Jacob, Jared, Sam (sometimes), Embry, Quil, Paul, Leah, and Seth (only fluff, absolutely no smut unless it's in the future aka everyone is an adult) All: fluff, angst, one shots, and headcanons. Smut: Jacob, Jared, Quil, Embry, Leah, Paul and sometimes Sam, sometimes.

Top Gun Fandom

Maverick: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Rooster: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Hangman: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Phoenix: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Bob: fluff, headcanons, and one shots.

The Hunger Games Series

Katniss Everdeen: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Peeta Mellark: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Gale Hawthorne: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Finnick Odair: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

[shadow-draws-gta]

hello to all the two Fury fans that remain after all these years :D I was looking through my Google Docs files after rewatching the movie today (which reminded me of the absolute chokehold Fury has on my heart) and I found this weird ahh AU from four years ago… a Fury horse AU 😭 I have PAGES of this so I decided to draw it for the first time in years.

how did I even come up with this AU. who was I.

I’m sorry for this btw 😭

[swan2swan]

I know it's (probably) not Denver, but Darius and Kenji's trip from Colorado to somewhere in the Oklahoma Panhandle would have taken about six hours (366 miles).

Nice little awkward motorcycle trip. Probably with plenty of breaks. But if Harry and Lloyd can do it, these two can!

Though I would also note that they left in the middle of the night and arrived at night, so the trip was probably longer, and they stopped for sleep and/or food. I assume the former.

Whatever the case, considering the time differentials, there's a healthy vein of raw Fanfic Material running eight to twelve hours through this show.

[tybaltsjuliet]

okay. star wars hotel video time.

[theblackhate]

TheBlackHate - Materialist

divergent

twilight

harry potter

the walking dead

[billiuspendragon]

I wonder if the people who named the constellations felt the same way I do drawing parallels between Saiki K characters

[whipedcream]

more of the whiteboard doodles i did last night

[setevulpo]

i was thinking about the archangels and how fucked up being possessed by one of them would be and this was created. headcanons on what each (non-bloodline) vessel would go through while possessed! bon appétit

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michael

their vessel runs hot, grace a constant thrum under the skin that imitates a heartbeat well enough for those unaware not to notice. the blue glow that takes over their eyes upon the slightest provocation calms only when their enemies are on the ground, enochian seared into what’s left of their skin once the light dies down.

the heat that follows them shapes the air into wings too big for the space they’re in, even in the most expansive fields earth has. they have to watch out when stepping on grass, or stretching their wings too far into the trees, or fire will follow them too.

eventually it starts to burn, whatever body they’re in. the grace running through its veins turns closer to lava with each passing day, flares deep inside its chest and expands down to its hands when their anger rises. bruises showing up in blues no matter how old they are, burns in its skin hot to the touch.

a smell of fire and smoke follows them when they leave the vessel, and they set ablaze anything in their path on the way to a new body. the largest fires are caused by their rage, charred eyes and hearts left behind on their path.

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lucifer

there's something freezing under their skin, somehow encompassing entire rooms and digging into the skin of everyone around them. the air around them is cold enough to kill, frostbite reaching others before turning their own vessel's hands red with it. its lips are bitten red and raw because the taste of blood is almost intoxicating.

garbled enochian slips through in a constant downpour, because they are an angel and won't taint their tongue with a human language despite the way it burns their vessel's mouth. the easiest way to find them is following the trail of frozen footsteps and the scent of rust so strong it can be tasted.

the hypothermia that sets after some time is what leads them to find a new body, when the one they are wearing becomes too sluggish and their grace starts slipping through the dry cracks in its skin. all that's left is a cold body with its eyes frozen shut.

the earth bleeds on their path, water freezes red by being in their proximity, plants burn and die from the frost. their grace whips through the air and leaves bloody slashes in the skin of anyone who dares get in their way, the wounds never closing completely.

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raphael

their electricity can be felt under the skin of their vessel, sometimes shocking those who try landing their hands on it. their presence makes people’s hair stand on end, their voice resonates through the room in a way that makes it impossible to ignore. the fissures that appear on its skin from one day to the next are eerily similar to lightning.

the eyes of their vessel gain an unnatural brightness, something fiery that is just wrong when compared to the decaying state of the rest its body. their words flow in a way that’s almost hypnotic, calming until the next strike of their blade.

an ill-suited vessel can’t hold them for long. the tremors starting in its hands show that, as do the bouts of dizziness that hit them every so often. by the time their vessel starts losing its sight they have a new victim picked, their electricity having already eroded the brain of the previous.

it seems as if thunderstorms follow their grace, both rain and lightning falling close but never hitting them. wildfires start in their wake, raindrops never quite reaching their destination, and the injured miraculously recovering in hours.

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gabriel

there’s a wind hiding under their skin, usually unnoticeable to the common eye. they’re light on their feet, eyes travelling through every corner of the room they’re in, the air around them somehow feeling heavy with the power they chase. at times it blows stronger, the whole of them looking longer, bigger than their vessel, but it doesn’t last long anymore.

their vessel’s skin grows dry with time, tearing open with each snap of their fingers, grace pouring from its hands and giving life to lilies wherever it falls. all of their vessels’ hands are burnt by the time they leave, skin too fragile to handle their grace.

erosion is what kills their bodies, the debris that always seems to fly back towards them easily chipping away at flesh and bone. what’s left of the body after they take their leave isn’t enough to keep it alive, not with the dust coating its lungs.

tornadoes follow the path of their grace, leaving destruction and chaos between their vessels. they are angry, and they are frustrated, and the mayhem they create is the singular way they can be heard. the debris lifted by their rage is flung as far as their grace can reach.

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