#the swirly fire

[ectoimp]

Working on a murder mystery costume. Im not sure how I want to do the teeth tho. Cause now that im looking at it, Im worried his teeth silhouette is not going to read well irl once hes got his skin. im tempted to make take some inspo from concept art and give him green teeth so it will stand out more in photos

I dunno what do you think? Stay video accurate? Or tweak some things so it reads better as a costume?

[puppyeared]

learned something about myself lately

[mayordea]

hehe. yay 💗

[myreia]

A Mage in the Fields of Mourning…

NARRATOR: Deep among the stinging roses and sweet-smelling thorns the underworld princess makes her uncommonly common discovery once again. A Shade at peace with the sorrows she once bore. A witch, perhaps—or a mage in her world’s terms. A warrior born of both astral and umbral, a daughter of darkness resplendent with light. AUREIA: Keep going like that old man and I will end you. NARRATOR: A sorceress of eld, one might say. Though it is suspected her sharp tongue would refuse such a comparison on principle. AUREIA: Ugh.

Thank you so much to @sunshinemage for this gorgeous Hades 2 inspired artwork of my Warrior of Light, Aureia.

[otiksimr]

Queen Coral cares so little about her sons to the point where they're barely even considered royalty.

[visage-of-hell]

[Outfit Credit]

[Mask Credit]

[p---l---c]

First comm of the new year! And one of my favorite commissions EVER to boot! Design is by @shining-ruby0911

[toxycodone]

Mind if I come ever and recommend you this neat little music video that a friend showed me and I think you might also be the type to enjoy? https://youtu.be/hrNHsbYjFNg?si=8nAOIYb5-icaYn0f

OH THIS IS FIRE...TY FOR THE NEW BIO FOR MY BLOG "you will gradually find yourself growing fond of me" is so. real

i love toxic dynamics sm. esp when its just terrible on both ends. YEAH

[epochthedragon]

Poor little "sidekick"

[alteredsilicone]

really like the Zariman ephemeras so put them on Viri's Warframes then thought... what if she just... leaks void energy and grows little void growths on her frames and has to file them off

[spkyscry-a]

anonymous asked: Important question: How does Amira beat up Leonard and his toxicity?

“Excitedly, happily, and with plenty of satisfying results.” Amira, turn your hands back to normal. Amira, the fire fists are not necessary. AMIRA. 

[ravencrow-shinies]

Day 3

painting some random flowers as a gift while listening to random songs.

[liketolovexx]

James Potter is easily the biggest of the three. He’s just so muscular and strong, but in a soft way. He’s got a soft layer of fat protecting his muscles, and I imagine he’s very freckled too. Not sure why. He is the epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend. He likes being the big spoon, and has an INCREDIBLE weak spot for getting his hair played with. Like, it’s literally orgasmic to him. He grew up with everything. Love, money, etc, etc, so he’s probably the touchiest (at first), and is all over you from the start. Also, I think he often forgets his strength and squeezes u too hard and you’ve gotta be like “uh.. Jamie..? You’re.. you’re kinda squeezing-“ and he just puts an arm over ur mouth like “shut up, baby. Sorry. Love you.” He’s adorable.

Remus Lupin is just a normal sized boy, and runs hot like a radiator. Honestly. He doesn’t even need all those knitted sweaters and warm coffee because he just is the embodiment of autumn warmth. He’s littered with silver scars from his lycanthropy, so when u see him naked for the first time, he’s so self conscious. He’d have his arms wrapped around himself, shielding his scars from your view, and you’ve got to prize his hands off of himself. “I’m sorry.. i know they’re not.. appealing.. it’s…” and you’re just like “woah, rem, what? You’re fucking beautiful.” You say that, and he’s yours. He’s not used to love like James is, but he’s probably the one to start getting cuddly. I imagine it’s winter and he’s reading in the common room, and ur shivering because by some miracle the fire isn’t on. He looks up from his book, admiring you for a while and then lifts up his sweater. You SHOOT underneath it and basically curl up like a cat against his bare chest. I repeat: HE IS SO FUCKING WARM. You’d probably have an ‘eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’ moment with him at the start of your relationship though. You know when Clementine is saying she always thought she was ugly and Joel starts kissing her and saying “you’re pretty, you’re pretty, you’re pretty…” yeah, you’d be Joel and he’d be Clementine. But once he’s comfortable, he’s a fucking fiend. You’ll never be cold again, trust me.

Sirius Black is skinny and pale. Like a vampire. Endearingly. I imagine he has a nose piercing and an eyebrow piercing, and he’s all tattooed up. Will DEFINITELY get your initial on his abdomen or collarbone in swirly penmanship. Sirius will act like your best friend even when u two are dating. Bless him though, he’s so used to being hurt and abused by those that are meant to protect him that he can’t trust you at first. I think the first time he came to realise you were different is when you asked him what happened after winter break at his parent’s house, because he was being really quiet and flinching a lot which is unlike him. You cornered him in the common room when no one else was there, and asked him “hey, Siri? What’s going on, man? Tell me.” He insisted, “I’m fine. I swear, sweetheart.” You went to tuck his black curls behind his ear but he flinched, which shattered your heart. You said “Sirius, please. I need to know you’re okay, because I need you safe.” And hearing that, he broke down into your arms. From then on, he’s always in your arms. He adores comforting you, because he’s a big brother himself and so he has the instinct, you know? But man, does he fucking adore being in your arms. He WILL curl up beside you wherever you’re sitting or lying, and is always rubbing against you. He always says “I can’t help it, babe, it’s just the dog in me.” Which he seems to find HILARIOUS. Oh yeah, and he literally can’t sleep unless you’re the big spoon or his head is on your chest or in your neck. He likes to feel safe and protected for once, and you do that for him to no end. He’s THE 70s rocker stereotype, and he loves having matching nail polish with you. You’re best friends as well as lovers.

Sorry for yapping to no end guys!!!

[hellenhighwater]

I got this pot rack but I'm going to hang it over my firepit so I can set pots and pans on it to make fire food. It's totally unnecessary but it wasn't very expensive and I like how swirly it is.

[deafenedsaltwater]

A lotta self-indulgence today

reblogs are, as always, very, very appreciated

Ran out of steam after the itsy bitsy forest fire today,, next thing to do is a Daddy Long Legs gijinka sketch page

It's probably out of character, but affectionate lines said to the other. Colors for the words correspond w who says them

I think it takes a lot to get them tired, but when they do it might look something like this

X is a messy (but quiet) sleeper, whereas Four is loud and stays still as a rock when they sleep

Very important info to me ☆ <- click for the link to the post on my other blog ^^

Notes for Seven are already in there,,

Went a bit overboard with the bracelets, but the whole point of this page is going crazy with it, and doing whatever makes me feel happy.

I tried my best to keep it to characters X is friends with, or I think they would be friends with (Square Root of Two), but I haven't seen the main bfdi series, so I had to go by the wiki

Four would only really wear a bracelet X made for them soo,,

As for the rest of the gijinkas, I have trouble keeping them consistent, but X will always be shorter and have their hair done up like that

I like the idea of Four being in a suit, so that stays. Roman Numerals are lovely, I started doing them for Ten, but it's hard to make the distinction between X and X

X gets overalls because they seem the type. Swirly buns for extra style points and various hair clips

Not a lot of thought went into this one. I just messed around for like twelve hours and forty-eight minutes

Algebralien color pallet (not actually color accurate/eye-dropped, just based on my personal preferences) + my rewatch of iii in the corner because of the release of this video

[xianyoon]

you cannot be serious

neuvillette x gn reader where his melusine daughters get mischievous reupload from my prev. blog @.i23kazu. domestic & romantic fluff

the minute neuvillette steps into the house, his mind is already at ease. the air is warm, a stark contrast to the chilly autumn that decorates the outside world. you’ve already had the fire started from the time you reached home — your husband is grateful, taking his gloves off and warming his hands by the fire.

“welcome home, darling,” you croon, helping him take his jacket off. “dinner will be ready in half an hour, why don’t you go and rest?”

"have i mentioned that i'm grateful for you?" neuvillette smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. with another stolen kiss to the cheek, the man reappears from your room quickly, freshly showered and changed into a dark turtleneck. neuvillette moves to sit on the navy loveseat, gratefully nursing the warm mug of peppermint tea that you had prepared while the sounds of his shower going had become your white noise.

as he nestles into the soft cushions of the seat, your two little ones, mela and puca, giggle and push one of the books he had bought for them into his hands.

"pleeeeaaaseeeee, daddy?" mela whines, snuggling closer into his lap.

"didn't i read that to the both of you last night?" neuvillette raises his eyebrows in confirmation, not unkindly. he couldn't quite understand your girls' attachment to this particular book... not especially after narrating it to them, every night, without fail. nevertheless, neuvillette gently plucks the book out of his lap when mela and puca nod furiously, and the father adjusts his position – making space for the two girls to nuzzle on his lap. they stay in that spot for a while.

there's nothing but the sounds of the warm fire crackling alongside them, neuvillette's soft narration breaking through the quiet silence. even the girls know not to disturb the serenity of the scene they're in.

but the serenity seems to catch up to neuvillette – especially after a long day at the opera epiclése, the warmth and hearth of the home gently cover him like a freshly-warmed duvet. his words start to slur and trail off into nothing, and the book lays down to rest on his chest as he puts it down. your husband has finally succumbed to the warm lull of sleep, gently snoring.

mela and puca exchange a glance and giggle softly, deftly leaping off his lap and trotting to the next room to grab items for their next activity. papers and markers are held with childish eagerness, and the pair sprawl themselves out on the floor to continue, drawing cute foxes and flowers.

as tranquil as the house is, energy-filled little girls never are fully entertained by the limits of marker and paper.

and sometimes, little girls need to do what little girls do best – find another outlet. unfortunately, neuvillette had become too easy of an outlet by his proximity and lack of awareness.

puca quietly tiptoes to her sleeping father, leaving behind the forgotten, strewn about pieces of drawing block – and turns her attention to a snoozing neuvillette's face. mm... daddy wouldn't be angry, right?

the markers are back in use – swirly scribbles and smiley faces decorate neuvillette's cheeks, with brushes of bright yellow under his eyes and green whiskers. mela soon joins her sister, her red marker highlighting her father's lips. with the most mischievous grins only little girls could muster, puca giggles and gathers neuvillette's hair into tiny pigtails, his white hair sticking up at odd angles.

neuvillette is turned into a masterpiece.

well, a masterpiece, in your daughters' eyes.

perhaps mela had giggled too loudly, or puca had accidentally knocked her marker against neuvillette's cheek – but the older man starts to stir, noticing a wetness on his face.

"what happened?" he mumbles groggily, moving to sweep his hair out of his face – when he realises that he can't.

puca and mela hide behind the curtains, giggling.

"dear? i think there's something on my face, could you help me to check it?" neuvillette calls, and you set down your phone to make your way to the living room. he rubs his face with more vigour, but nothing comes off. strange.

"let me see-" a quiet oh. tumbles off your lips, momentarily caught off guard by the... sudden bedazzlement of your husband. you bite back a laugh, not wanting to embarrass him – but how can you keep a straight face when your husband is quite literally the embodiment of a girl dad right now? you tremble with laughter, spotting your mischievous little ones hiding behind the curtain.

"mela, puca, did you happen to give daddy a makeover?" you laugh lightly, searching for a mirror to hand to neuvillette. finally, one with a wooden handle is found, and he chokes at his clownified appearance.

"we did! isn't he pretty?" mela positively beams. neuvillette's heart breaks, and he doesn't have the heart to wash it off at this point.

"are you.. are you angry, daddy? mela and i just wanted to have fun, and the drawing paper wasn't enough." puca nervously toes the ground, her eyes not meeting neuvillette's.

"while i am, ah.. surprised, i could never be upset at the two of you, mes petits rayons de soleil." your husband smiles, his lips still painted cherry red. your little girls snuggle back into his arms, grinning and touching his face.

oh dear. that'd take a while to come off – but you snap as many pictures as you can, because this might not happen again anytime soon. your little mela and puca are the most pleased, and neuvillette would do anything to make it stay that way – even if it meant leaving his face of artwork on for a little longer.