#this is long overdue lol

[bikwin5]

wii idol costumes part 2

[chococrystal]

new master of wind !!!!!! I am morally, spiritually and financially obligated to make fanart of Euphrasia and Morro now sorry

[apparently-artless]

✵✺❂ JUJUTSU KAISEN S02 ◉ GOJO SATORU ❂✺✵

dedicated to Clu (@gojoed)

[ruskatuskapuskasapuska]

Sord🗡️

(edit: I forgot to color aoba's headphones and the tiny yellow patch on his jacket, oop fixd)

[purenonsens]

Hands up everyone who thought about this after watching season 2

[hallowshumour]

Design update for an old dino oc of mine, mesa. 🏜🛸🦖🌶

[serendippertyy]

☆HII WELCOME TO MY BLOG!!☆

☆ I'm Merrily, though some may know me as Dipper! I go by she/her!!

☆ I'm 23 years old and an artist!

☆ All my ART is SFW, but I may make suggestive jokes/reblogs every now and then so just beware!

ALL MY SOCIALS

MY COMMISSION INFO

MY MLP ACCOUNT

MORE STUFF ABT ME DOWN BELOW!!

☆ I'm on the aroace spectrum! I love exploring dynamics through shipping so there's a lot of that here!

☆ I also occasionally self ship!

☆ And I heavily fixate on things for long periods of time, mostly characters!

☆ I LOVE CHRISTMAS!🎄

☆ I also have a huuge unexplainable interest in The Santa Clause franchise; I have a PhD in TSC lore /j

☆ I also have a side blog for TSC

☆ I have raging anxiety, so I may respond slowly but I am always willing to make new friends so don't be afraid to reach out to me!! ^^'

☆ I aim to provide a safe space for wacky weirdos like myself! Always be yourself and do what makes you happy!!

dividers by @/cafekitsune 💜 dreamy by @/flitterjitters 💜

[thylacines-toybox]

A second berryopteryx arrives! This needle felted berryopteryx was an Art Fight attack made by user Teddyboy1der, and is the perfect size to be friends with my tiny plush! I love that wiggly wool used for its leafy wings...

[petrovna-zamo]

The movies are back

[cherry-velvet-skies]

James Remar as Ajax in The Warriors (1979)

(GIFs are mine; give credit if used)

[monerelluvia]

Iri'thiel reference sheet for lvl 10 (2023/2024)

---------- I post her often but if you're new here - she's a character from a homebrew The Revenants (Awakening) game that started as our first DnD one-shot 4 years ago. Today the game is separated into 3-4 different groups of players in different places around the world and time, trying to prevent it all from collapsing to an anti-magic calamity.

Iri is a customized Fey Wanderer Ranger that is based on slashing and psychic damage, blade dancing, misty stepping and invisibility. She's a good investigator and has the Observant feat that lets her see things others wouldn't. She also has more and more issues with having her mind safe from exterior influence and dangerously growing number of people to care about.

[nebulaerage]

I recently replaced my poor broken laptop and now I can finally draw digitally again, so I decided to render/redo one of my last Drebber sketches!

[honorhearted]

Ben + tumblr text posts

[stylographic-blue-rhapsody]

for @skullhaver for the ZA server OC kiss week! can you believe this has been in my wips for three years? can you believe I've rewritten it five times and wasn't ever really satisfied with it?

...

The Winter Palace is beautiful, and Felix wants to go home. 

He arrived with the envoy from Denerim—an attempt by Alistair to soothe past conflict and rekindle common trade between Ferelden and Orlais. Many of the older members of his council had been against it, of course, but there had been enough support from the younger generation of nobles that steps were finally being taken towards a working international relationship. It is important work, Felix knows, and he could not have turned down Alistair’s pleading request for his assistance in facilitating diplomacy. 

Even so, Felix is tired, and the Wintersend Ball cannot conclude quickly enough. He makes it through yet another tedious conversation with an Orlesian nobleman who, apparently, believes he is the first to see an opportunity for his unwed daughter to gain court favor through a political marriage into a Ferelden Teyrnir. (Said nobleman is not the first—this is the fourth conversation of this nature that Felix has been cornered into. He wonders if the others of the envoy are navigating similar headaches, or if he just has particularly bad luck.) He glances across the grand hall, hoping to identify a cluster of guests to mingle with that are less likely to try to play matchmaker.

And that’s when he sees her. 

It’s so brief a glimpse that he would say he mistook a stranger for her in a moment of wishful thinking, but no: under the Orlesian half mask there is the scar on her jaw from falling off her horse when they were kids, and the trio of moles like stars along the column of her neck. There is her easy soldier’s stance, and the way her fingers tap idly on the hilt of the sword belted over her ceremonial attire. There is her crooked grin as she takes her leave from her conversational partner and her purposeful stride to a side door off the main hall. 

Felix would know his sister from a stranger like he knows the sun from a lantern.

His breath catches on the sudden lump in his throat, and without one more wasted moment he begins weaving through the crowd in pursuit. 

She’s always been fast, impressively so on the battlefield when wearing plate, and while she is unencumbered in formalwear he loses her by the time he makes it through the door. As he wanders briskly through the adjacent corridors to try to pick up a lead, he is stopped by a palace steward who sternly attempts to herd him back to the main event. With great sincerity and only a bit of pleading, he convinces her that he has great need to speak with the knight that passed through. That chevalier is an old friend, you see, and I have missed her dearly.

It almost hurts to call her merely a friend, as if that could ever encompass the way he carries her child-self and her teen-self and her adult-self with him always, every moment of growth and change and becoming. As if it could ever describe how all of his becomings are carried with her, in turn. 

But he doesn’t know if it would be safe to call her sister. She disappeared, and she could be in hiding, or using a different name, or even pretending (Mum and Dad forgive him for even thinking it) to be Orlesian, pisspoor Leliana impersonation and all. Even if it would cause Beatrice no harm to explain their connection to a stranger, he knows how that conversation goes; the Mac Eanraig blood they share simply isn’t enough to make them look remotely related. 

So why call her ‘sister’? Alistair had asked him once.

Because she is my sister in all the ways that matter, Felix had replied. 

The steward points him in the opposite direction he was looking, towards the interior gardens, with a warning that if he gives any of her staff reason to complain, she’ll have him expelled from the Palace entirely. He thanks the woman with genuine gratitude and swears to cause no trouble. Felix offers her a short bow before striding down the hall. 

It may be early spring, but it is frigid. Apparently. Felix knows this not because of any chill from lacking outerwear (the Taint that burns like a furnace beneath his skin has not lessened with time), but because fresh snow dusts the pathways and the tender blooms of the garden trees. His heart twinges to see it, an echo of the landscape during their flight from the assault on Highever, but the ache is promptly overwritten by nervous anticipation at the sight of footprints in the powder. Still, his stride does not falter, pursuing the trail until—

“Bea?”

It slips out like a question, like a plea. She’s real, she has to be, Maker she’s here and she’s real and Beatrice, Beatrice, Beatrice—

She stands quietly at an intersection of footpaths, her court mask in one hand as she rubs at the bridge of her nose with the other, eyes closed. At the sound of her name, she startles, and when her gaze snaps to his it is wide with shock. “Felix?”

“Beatrice—”

And Felix is to her before he even realizes he’s moved. He wraps her in his arms, curling down around her as opposed to lifting her like he might have when they were little, and holds her as tightly as a prayer. He squeezes his eyes shut against the welling tears, pressing kiss after kiss to her soft copper hair as he murmurs her name. She, in turn, hugs him back and laughs, dumbfounded. 

“Maker, Bea. You just left. Disappeared. No one knew what happened.” Felix mutters desperately against the top of her head, a part of him still fearful that this is a dream. “We thought that assassins… that your body had been dumped in the harbor—” 

“Well, that’s a bit insulting. Like I’d go down by something as embarrassing as a knife to the back.”

Although he can hear the smile in her voice, he pulls back to look her in the eye, hands gripping her shoulders. “It’s been bad at home, the rebuilding has been so messy and the court is a wreck—Andraste’s bloody knickers, I’m so fucking happy to see you alive.” 

Something in his expression tempers her cheeky grin with sheepishness. “Sorry I couldn’t write to you. We thought it was safer for everyone if we cut contact for a while.” 

There’s a moment of silence as Felix feels his mind go blank, and then his thoughts kick back up at breakneck speed. He whispers, “Morrigan?” 

When the smoke cleared at Denerim, Beatrice and Morrigan had vanished without a trace. Losing his best friend without warning was just as difficult as losing his sister, and Felix spent months afterwards searching for any sign of them across Ferelden before Alistair had pleaded for him to return and assist in reestablishing order. It was excruciating, giving up the search.

“Morrigan,” Beatrice confirms softly. “And… Keiran. Our son.” 

Felix stares at her, stunned, before saying slowly, “It worked. It worked, and… I’m an uncle.” He laughs, loud and joyful, the sound of it ringing off the courtyard walls. “Fucking ashes, Bea.”

He pulls her into another crushing embrace, planting a kiss on her forehead for good measure. There will be time for explanations and tale-telling and familial introductions later. For now, in this moment, the only thing that matters to him is that his sister is here and healthy and whole, and Felix feels a little less alone.

[lyvli]

"Slacking off, partner?" - Heinwald

[octobertomarch]

Dropping off another fanart before the year ends

Yeah the coloring was lazy tho 😂🤣

Reference below:

This time it's Min-Min and Bong-Bong 💕 from kdrama Strong Woman Do Bong Soon!!