#they're so much fun and look so nice

[mirukimary-artarchive]

Timelapse under the cut!

⚠️WARNING: Flashing lights⚠️ Timelapse | Real time: ~7h

🧡 For Azuki_Nyan on Toyhouse 🖤

[synthshenanigans]

Me when I'm taken for a ride or somethin

Og from TFaR/that banner Jash uses everywhere:

[torgwn]

i think kanaya would like making fun of dirk

this is what the refrance (and my partial redraw of the bg's down there too)

[clar-a-m]

Had the best time ever coming up with Imogen and Laudna designs alongside the one and only @the-junebugg for her the last of us au

I had made a few Imogen designs before but we got to add a few more for her and finally figure out Laudna's look!

You can check out all of Imogen's looks in a single image under the cut:

[icewindandboringhorror]

I thought that these inner sections of a pomelo peel thing kind of looked like flower petals with their coloring, so I left them out to dry for a few days, and then glued some of them together to make little "flowers" to hang in my window.

[bunnihearted]

🫖🐭☁️🍚

[rotisseries]

the anger and hatred i feel for the "robin wouldn't date nancy cause of steve" rhetoric is literally unmatched by any other force on planet earth

[scratching92]

Ran my first ever session of CAIN yesterday. It made sense in context, but there was a part of me that laughed when one of the players said "We should find a drug dealer" as soon as the briefing was over.

[da-janela-lateral]

At this point I don't think Teruki's parents are exceptionally horrible individuals (long-term psychological consequences still happen in cases in which the abuse isn't considered particularly severe + everyone is capable of harm, even "good" people), but they weren't the best, without a doubt.

Okay, they got too busy with their jobs and had to move overseas to progress on their career. External circunstances. Things that happen. They left their son behind, but that could always be justified by hectic schedules of ever-moving businesspeople. How else could he have a stable routine to focus on his future? They're just busy. Teruki hasn't seen them in long but that's not their fault, right?

They cared for Teruki, didn't they? His parents made sure that there was someone home to watch him whenever they were far away. It was inevitable that there would be times he would be with himself, though. But that's not bad! It only became a problem once those strange espers tried to take hold of him on the street. And even then, they were so weak he could barely give them the title of a psychic. It wasn't an issue that it happened more and more and there was no one to intervene. Or that Teruki had to torture descriptions of "Claw organization" and "brainwashed soldiers" out of these grownups to know what they wanted with him. His parents couldn't know. Why should they know? Better put: what could they do?

What could a normal person do against someone with psychic powers?

It was Teruki's choice to live by himself. He could manage it all. Contrary to the other kids, he was an independent and responsible young man who could be trusted with a house and money. Such a great boy. His parents were so proud to have someone as competent as him as a son, one which wouldn't mean hard work for them. One who always had the best grades and was the soccer team's best player and was the best student on the town's best middle school.

Of course they would suddenly allow Teruki to live on his own. Any parent with a child like him would, wouldn't they? Anyone on their right mind and who knew the slightlest about him would be sure he could do it.

And even if this "Claw" organization scared him a bit and he felt a bit lonely at times, it wasn't an issue. Issue would mean it was an obstacle - which it wasn't, as Teruki did perfectly on his own. His parents believed on so. That's why he had his own apartment at 12 on the first place. Teruki was so wonderful at this. It wasn't horrible if they didn't answer his calls, because they were so busy and he wasn't a little kid who depends on his mommy. None of this was their fault. He shouldn't bother them or himself over this.

Because they cared, right? On the end, it was only a pile of tragic circunstances and coincidences no normal person could act against. It was part of life as someone special like him. He couldn't expect that his parents could change any of this, and this made his loneliness the best possible choice. It was obvious that they would support such a decision.

What would a normal person do against someone with psychic powers?

[sysig]

*You give him a laptop (Patreon)

[tommysm0ondust]

doodled a little void stiles and wanted to share

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[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

Please BE EXCITED about stuff you like/ want to be excited about 💞 That's what life supposed to be about, finding joy in the smallest things, in the things we enjoy and love. And the people that judge us for having that joy in our hearts lose their own life, because they spend too much time judging someone else's life instead of doing something with their own. FUCK them

this is one of my favorite asks and i love you

[x-adoringvoid-x]

Apparently that's called the 'irresistible force paradox'

[ridl]

playing metal gear solid rn and this game's awesome, ridiculous and very fun, it holds up extremely well

[joyridingmp3]

not me accidentally meeting the lead singer of alt. and not recognising him

[immobiliter]

@apocryphis sent: had his discomfort been so very obvious, that miss navia had deemed it necessary to come to his rescue? neuvillette assumes so, slightly mortified at the thought; wondering if anyone else had noticed how ardently he had been trying to avoid stepping into the crowd of dancers (everyone certainly had - the iudex isn't known for his subtlety). fortunately (?) miss navia had rescued him from his pursuants, offering up her hand for a dance instead… and where neuvillette had thought himself initially rescued, he is now wondering if he has not been tricked instead.

"…" neuvillette usually has no qualms in keeping silent or at the very least quiet, but doing so with her feels… unbecoming. but what is one supposed to say, in those less official functions where he still must uphold the mantle of justice, in the company of a young woman whose life he had repeatedly shaken to the core (and who has done the same to his in return)? "i do hope you are not regretting your decision to ask me for a dance, miss navia. i am afraid it has been some time since lady… miss furina last dragged me onto one such dancefloor." (exaggeration of a perfectionist - perhaps he is a little stiff, as he always is, but his steps and careful gesture do betray a few centuries of experience… even if a semi-forced one). his hand lets go of hers just long enough for a side step before gloved fingers reach back again, delicately holding onto hers. she cannot feel the cold of his hands through the fabric of their respective gloves, can she? to indispose her when she had meant to help him (?) would be most unfortunate. "but i must ask… was this invitation a rescue mission? or for your own amusement?"

       She did so love a ball. After all that Fontaine had been through as of late — the tragedy in Poisson and subsequent stress of rebuilding, the flood, the upheaval of Miss Furina's retirement — Navia could not begrudge the joy and excitement of such a gathering. Music and dance and human connection was as much a balm to the soul as collective grief and memorial, and she had to admit that it was nice to once again concern herself with the more frivolous topics of which dress to wear and which jewellery to pick out and who to ask to the dancefloor first, instead of grappling with the overwhelming task of rebuilding the lives of those under her protection in Poisson.

       But there was one in the crowd who did not seem to share in the joyful relief at the evening, or the prospect of things in Fontaine finally returning to some sort of status quo. In fact, Neuvillette's discomfort seemed quite obvious to everyone, not only her — loitering on the far edges of the room, she surmised, so as to not be coerced into actually joining the fray of dancers. And yet, if he had hoped to keep a low profile, he must have surely realised that his presence here was so noteworthy that everyone here was watching him closely, surprised to see their Iudex outside of the courtroom. Navia had never seen him at any such function during her lifetime and, surely, if he had attended one before, he would have undoubtedly had the illustrious and distracting Lady Furina to hide behind.

       It was a sight that made her almost sad for him, and that was how she had wound up at his side, offering him her hand for his first ( and perhaps only ) dance of the evening.

       She expected him to be stiff and uncomfortable, but was surprised when the orchestra started up and he moved as well as the rest of the dancers surrounding them. They first circled one another in silence, before Neuvillette surprised her again by speaking. Lessened a moment later to perhaps half a surprise as he offered up a modest half-apology — of course, what else did he tend to default to in her presence? Navia stepped towards him and then back, chin tilted upwards all the while to keep his gaze. “ Well, I had hoped that I might get the Chief Justice to crack a smile while dancing with me... but no. You are far too hard on yourself, Monsieur Neuvillette: I've never had the privilege of seeing you and Miss Furina dance together, but she is a far superior dancer to I and you were clearly able to keep up with her. ”

       Navia meant every word: it did not escape her notice how, whenever their dance dictated that she reach out her hand for him, his was always held out ready to take it. More than once, her gaze strayed to their entwined hands before the routine dictated that Neuvillette let go and side step her. Plus, amidst the throng of warm bodies moving about on the dancefloor, she was not concerned or even aware that her partner did not exude the same sort of body heat as the rest.

       They may well have been moving together in harmony, but her brow soon arched, amused, at his interpretation of her motives. “ Can both things not be true? ” Yes, it was true that some part of her had simply wished to see just how well he fared as a dance partner — or even at all, in a space that could not be further from the courtroom he presided over. But it felt cruel to leave her answer at that. Not when he seemed so concerned about what she thought of him. “ But it is not at your expense, Monsieur. Many in the crowd were wondering when our Iudex would take to the dancefloor and, without Miss Furina present, I figured he might feel more comfortable doing so with someone he already knows. ”

       Someone who was a friend, she wanted to add, though she did not know if Neuvillette would go so far as to describe her as that. But they were not strangers or mere acquaintances, far from it... so what else could they be?