#this event is so fun

[acaciaavenue]

Sitri gets MC, he understands her so well

[hehehereliesmysanity]

Crush

“What’s up with your face?”

“Simon’s not at school today.”

“I think it’s time to get over your crush. He has a boyfriend.”

“It’s not like they are married. I still have a chance.”

“You are beyond help. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Simon’s back at school the next day, but before he has a chance to talk to him about some silly homework, his annoying boyfriend comes and kisses Simon, so he has to turn his head away.

“Bro, I’m telling you. There’s no way Simon and Wille are ever gonna break up. Get over it.”

@youngroyals-events

[xayspancakeee]

mountain journey spoilers??

ladies and ladies, it is confirmed:

sylus calling us “my beloved”. his entire story was just one word: romantic. (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

zayne calling us “my love”. and he also says “the moon is beautiful tonight”- twice. they were sooo open with each other and just so… raw. ( //>/// <//)

rafayel being nervous, the sweaty palms and his fear of heights? ahhhh. only to be hit with the “even if we went back 100 years, at least you’re with me”. gave me god of the sea flashbacks. creh. his ears were red too, good lord just let me kiss those ears. (≖⩊≖)

xavier- huuuuu, baby admitting that he’s troubled with fear that he can’t keep up with our wits and that it could be boring being with him? EXCUSE YOU, HOW DARE YOU THINK SUCH THOUGHTS??? *aggresively kisses those thoughts away* ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,) then ending off with our wishes being aligned? “i wish we were never separated again”. ahhhhhh~ not forgetting his promise of finding us all throughout the cosmos? hngh.

i was screaming, yelling, crying, foaming at the mouth truly goooed and gagged. (ㅅ´˘`)

and yet people ask why are we obsessed with fictional men. (o/////o " )

[dragonshoardofworks]

Ecto-Implosion Time! (3/3)

Take The Stars And Show Them How To Glow by @ikiracake

The only thing that came to my mind to comment this post was this meme (sorry not sorry 🤣):

At long last, everyone at full power!!

...or are they?

Spoilers/Trivia under the cut!

At long last, Val my gal at Full Powaaaaaa!

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

The initial reasoning for Val taking so long to reach her full potential came from a brainstorming sesh on the EI server with the other artists, because I had no Idea how to design the Final Form.

Everyone had their interests and quirks fitted in their outfits and designs, but Val was just in an alt version of her Huntress suit! ( ≧Д≦)

Due to poor show planning choices, canon Valerie Gray has no interests, hobby or little details to make her a well-rounded character other than a martial art expert who could kick your ass into the next week and used to be a snob/A-Lister.

Yes, that made her a blank slate to paint in any way I desired, but it was completely unfair to her!

But then @faerynova gave me the nudge I needed to think deeper into her character:

consider: valerie herself doesn't know because she painted her entire identity around being an a-lister and fitting in and then around revenge and by god does she need to sit down and figure out what she enjoys and how to enjoy things for herself

That made me think back of a past fic of mine, where Val's Grandma was from New Orleans (thus the jacket and the tignon headwrap).

AND THEN!

Valerie Gray is a Pro with her Hoverboard. It wouldn't be too much of a leap for her to start skateboarding for a challenge, since the laws of physics are more pressing with "analogic" tools instead of "cheating" with ghost-related ones.

So, Skater Girl Val! 🙌

As for Tucker, like I said in the previous post, this was his original-do, because my man deserves his past power-ups to be recognized!

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

And last, but not least, Jazz!

She's a teenager, she deserves to act and look like it!

Thus Ember-style makover, still retaining her science roots and interest, but not chained by them.

(◡̀_◡́)

I think that this is all, for now.

This @ecto-implosion was a blast, I had so much fun working with Ikira (thank you again for choosing me! 😊) and I cannot wait to see what next year has in store!

Happy Imploding Everyone!

(ﾉΦωΦ)ﾉ*.✧

[sonicstalker123]

I made a new yt video!!

Gonna add a hc because I damn well can (bc of this event): Xiao can play the harp, he was taught by Zhongli and he acts like he hates playing it, but he enjoys playing it and plays it late at night because it’s one of the few things he can do to not be stressed all the time

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[pininghermit]

Wifed up on a tuesday

Request: If you are still doing the tropevenia event, can you please write a fic with secret marriage prompt for Adrian Tepes x female reader. ( =＾ω＾)

AN: get this dhampir a wife! Such a fun request

Genre: fluff + Secret Marriage

Pairing(s): Alucard x Wife Reader

Summary: "No one hurts my wife," he said, his voice steady and cold, without sparing a glance back.

"You have a wife?!" Sypha screamed, her voice echoing off the walls as Trevor stared blankly into the void, looking more lost than usual.

You winced at the shriek, gently setting her cup of coffee in front of her. "Nice to meet you," you offered with an awkward smile, unsure if she even heard you through her shock.

Next to you, Adrian cleared his throat, his golden eyes flickering away as a faint blush crept up his pale cheeks. "We have been betrothed for twenty years," he said evenly, though his voice wavered slightly. "It was... a matter of time."

That, of course, did not make things better.

Before you could fully process what happened next, a heavy pile of books toppled onto you, and the sharp sting of a whip lashed across your back.

"Not a curse then," Trevor murmured, standing over you with an expression that teetered between relief and annoyance. From the corner of your eye, you caught Adrian gawking, his face frozen in disbelief.

A bubbling shame welled up in your chest, hot and suffocating. You pushed yourself to your feet, glaring at Trevor. "Indeed, quite human," you snarled, and without hesitation, you swung your fist, landing a solid punch to the oaf’s jaw.

"I am human," you continued, your voice sharp with fury. "At least in part. Adrian and I were betrothed by our parents. And we are now wed."

You could see the dread settling on Sypha's face, her expression torn between shock and dawning understanding. Then you turned your blazing eyes back to Trevor. "You're not welcome in my home. Sleep in the barn tonight."

Adrian's friend or not, no one struck you and got away with it. And if they dared, you made damn sure they understood the cost of their actions.

The silence that followed was tense, broken only by the sound of Trevor groaning from where he had staggered back.

Snapping out of his stupor, Adrian ignored Trevor completely and rushed to your side. His golden eyes scanned you, his hands hovering just shy of your back, as though afraid to touch and cause more harm. "Are you hurt, my love?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry.

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, Adrian’s power rippled through the room like a sudden gust of wind. With a sharp crack, a mighty blast of air sent Trevor flying backward, slamming the doors shut with an echoing thud.

"No one hurts my wife," he said, his voice steady and cold, without sparing a glance back. The message was loud and clear to Sypha, who stood frozen, staring at her husband lying in the rubble outside. "And anyone who wishes her harm shall bear my wrath."

In the quiet stillness of your room, Adrian carefully peels the fabric of your dress away from your back, his movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid to hurt you further. His golden eyes scan your unmarred skin, but the frown on his face only deepens.

"I should have stopped him," he mutters, his voice low and filled with guilt. "I was too late... I'm sorry. I just... I didn’t expect it." He rambles, his words tangling together in frustration as his gaze flickers between your back and his own trembling hands.

"Does it hurt?" he asks, his voice achingly quiet, like the faintest whisper of wind.

He had failed again. To protect you. To care for you. Gods, he was lacking, and now he had allowed a Belmont, his own friend, to harm you.

His father, who burned the world for his mother, would never have allowed such a thing. Dracula had been many things, but in love, he was absolute. But Adrian knows he will never be his father, in both good and bad.

He will never be the husband you deserve.

But he is in love. Unforgiving love that clutches at his heart, that reminds him with every breath of all the ways he falls short.

His expression crumples, like paper crushed in a fist. Adrian, for all his power, for all his strength, is so terribly fragile when it comes to you.

“It doesn’t hurt,” you reassured him, turning to face him fully. Your hands rose to cup his face, tilting it gently so his eyes met yours. “You know it can’t hurt me. Trevor didn’t strike to harm, only to dislodge potential glamor.”

You could see the mild complaint brewing on his lips. Adrian worried too much. Fretting, after all, was his favorite pastime. His brow furrowed deeply, no doubt already replaying every moment in his mind and finding a thousand ways to blame himself.

“You did nothing wrong,” you said firmly, your thumbs stroking the sharp planes of his cheeks. “You did the right thing. Tomorrow morning, your friend will apologize, and we will forgive him because he is your friend. And then, you will no longer hold this against him.”

Adrian opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with a stern look.

“Nope. Listen to me. Wife is right.”

His lips quirked upward, despite himself, and the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. His hands moved to rest on yours, cradling them against his face like a lifeline.

“You’re always right,” he murmured softly, leaning into your touch.

“And don’t you forget it,” you teased, smiling at him.

Adrian laughed, low and quiet, before pressing a kiss to your palm. “Never,” he promised.

Somehow, Adrian had found a wife. In the bleakest of times, when the world had turned its back on him, you had come to him. And now, you were here, standing in his castle, a presence that soothed even his most troubled thoughts.

When the next morning came, you were greeted by an unexpected sight.

A sizable tuft of brown hair lay at your feet, carefully placed by Sypha, who stood before you with her hands clasped. Outside, just beyond the castle doors, her husband knelt silently, his head bowed low in shame.

The tuft of hair. A Belmont tradition of repentance. An act of humiliation and an offering of guilt.

An act you had no use for.

Still, it would be of little use to ignore it.

"My husband is a dog," Sypha said with a weary sigh, though her tone softened with affection. "He lashes out carelessly. Please, forgive him." She bowed low, an act that clearly caused Adrian discomfort. His eyes flickered with unease as he watched his friends, who seemed more like chastised children than the bold warriors they usually were.

Gently stopping Sypha mid-bow, you reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder. "There’s no need for apologies," you said, your voice calm but light with humor. Sparing the kneeling Belmont a glance, you gestured toward the tuft of hair at your feet. "Though I reckon this," you said, pointing to it with a raised brow, "shall make for a very interesting wedding present."

Sypha’s head snapped up, her lips parting in surprise before a laugh bubbled out of her. The tension in her shoulders eased, the corners of her mouth lifting into a grin.

With that simple jest, the air shifted, the weight of guilt and harshness lifting from the room. Grudges were set aside, and forgiveness settled in their place like the morning sun breaking through heavy clouds.

"Bring your dog in for breakfast," you said, your grin widening as you met Sypha’s eyes. "Adrian’s the one cooking today."

The smile she returned was bright, her laughter lightening the room even more. "I’ll hold you to that," she said with a chuckle, turning toward the door to retrieve her sheepish husband.

Behind you, Adrian stepped closer, his expression softening as he gazed at you. "You handled that well," he murmured, his voice laced with quiet admiration.

You turned to him with a playful smile, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "It’s what wives are for, isn’t it darling?"

[lurking-loaf]

It's essential to teach them color theory when they're young so they understand how to mix colors. How else will you get art that's good enough for the fridge?

Day 6 of DCA Promptober - hues plus bonus animation of Sun imitating the Mac's wait cursor aka the Spinning Beach Ball of Doom

[stemmmm]

ok a third one. i've got a third one

context: 1 2 3

[gingermaple]

incredibly self-indulgent roleswap au dress designs (we sure do love making these two attend fancy events)

bonus:

the event gets interrupted and unfortunately for bleeding heart, his dress was only getting in the way.

[t0bey]

my fav ivory tower students 🫶

[tehcherrya]

For those of you who never knew as it's a detail one can easily miss (especially depending on which aspect ratio you're viewing in) but a lovely detail at that: Pippin was in the hobbit band in the background!

He's the one playing the banjolele!

These shots I have of the scenes where he is most visible are from the Fullscreen edition (A DvD I own and often watch for the different viewing experience). I believe in the Widescreen edition their heads are cut off by the aspect ratio-- so it's easy to miss!

And for those of you who haven't put it together already, yes! That is our beloved Merry standing next to him as they both watch Frodo dance.

Mind you, Merry is not in the band. A few scenes prior he was actually along the precession line of bringing in Bilbo's Birthday cake. He probably came up to the platform to talk to Pippin, give him a mug of something to drink and inevitably snatch him away for some mischief. Because after this brief scene, Pippin is then absent from the stage-- he and Merry are going to go swipe some fireworks!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A procession of confessions.

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[ohitslen]

Average university experience

[hinamie]

off on an adventure ! this au turns 1 week old today

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

pose ref [x]

[nipuni]

Photos from the event for the 40th anniversary of the historical Strawberry Train! 🚂 I have a million pictures from this day so expect more! [Part 2] [Part 3]