#;technical queue

[ardenssolis]

@tenkoseiensei​ said (inbox):

365 days. nine-thousand hours, five hundred thousand minutes, the amount of meaningless time it had taken him to inspire and incite a proper insurrection; to train and fit a sizeable militia, as well as ready their human hearts for whatever might have awaited them. the process could have been considered nothing short of a sprinting miracle to some, if not a testament to underground guiding and gathering talent, but he was more than aware that the careless arrogance of a long-untouched ruler could be a boon to plots and schemes. perhaps the old sun within his ruling quarters had well already heard myriad whispers, yet still cast them aside as impossible and insignificant. there were always whispers, after all, yet so little echo or action beyond them ever since this egypt had been lulled into its endless, unchanging state; the first sin and the first grievance.

in this despot’s lair there were none who would dare to raise a hand against the pharaoh’s likeness, never by themselves. this too had become a boon birthed out of a heavy hand and an iron fist: the lostbelt king’s people were strong, healthy, and righteous, yet never moreso than their ruler himself. such loyal men greet the doppelganger with bewilderment and wonder, a startling sensation that perhaps they too had even forgotten amongst themselves. presiding day after day with little conflict outside the temples and palaces, adhering to duty despite a lack of need for it until they grew old and died, allowing the next human sheaf of wheat to take their place--- was this not a curious difference? in their lives, and their lives only? the peasant-regent glows in a way that refracts like starlight off of his eyes and his ornaments. certainly, this was ozymandias, albeit natal-formed, a stranger to any who could not place his vigorous fires or his self-confident passions, a torch carried in the heart as his hand gripped his staff while he marched into what place he should have never even left.

his people; his country. the abandoned, the ignored, those left to gather dust and die, each and every life a leftover claimed as his very own treasure; those who were willing to do battle, and kill any fellow man, if not be killed themselves to prove their ideals. such individuals follow behind him in a brave line, yet the intimidating pilgrimage turns out a peaceful one, at least upon entry. new approaches old and to any hard, stony visage, the doppelganger presents a twinkling, soft-humored expression. he stands before the other haughty and unquaking, unbending, unyielding; the first in perhaps decades or centuries. all to shift into a grandiose silence as footsteps scuffed against the floor and members gathered, both sides waiting. within his mind, there’s nothing but the other’s memories and a purpose. he thus announces it clearly.

‘ ---  we have come to voice our discontent. ‘

     WORD OF A DOPPELGANGER had reached Ozymandias, and yet he had paid it no heed. There were always those who tried to plot to usurp him from his proper place upon this gilded throne – ungrateful fools all. However, he could be kind, he could be merciful, and thus did he forgive their trespasses against him. Those who became too emboldened were annihilated, village and all to remind others of how grateful they should be for all that he had done for them over the countless, countless years. However, even so, they too were forgiven upon their deaths, for such was the nature of the ever radiant, eternal king of this never-ending kingdom. Eyes closed, his cheek rested upon closed fist, mind going over the potential of that ‘Savior of Humanity’ coming to his beloved Lostbelt and attempting to undo all he had worked so hard to preserve. Unlike with his people and how he granted them his continued benevolence, that intruder would be dealt with violently, viciously until there was nothing left of them to signify that a human had existed. Ah…but that was a thought for another day. The other Servants who had been challenged him had been dealt with, so this ‘threat’, if one could call it that, was akin to an ant crawling up one’s leg.

     An annoyance and nothing else.

     In the end, his Egypt, his Golden Age, would continue to exist and exist until the very end of time itself, and like the perpetual overseer that he was, he would watch it all from high above as he did now; unchanging, order overriding the chaos until only equilibrium remained. The deep growling of a sphinx made him open tired eyes, his gaze slowly moving towards the source of their discontent as the clacking of sandals hit against polished stone with could only signify as purpose. Who would dare intrude upon him like this without announcement? To approach him without permission was worthy of punishment, and yet, even within the deepness of the apathy he felt, there was a hint of intrigue.

     ‘We have come to voice our discontent.’

     That voice…? That voice…! Sitting up, he looked down to properly address the owner of that voice that sounded so eerily like his own. He had heard rumors that there was someone who resembled him going forth and spreading disorder in his perfect kingdom; however, he had thought nothing of it. Imagine his surprise now to see that the rumors held truth. For the one who stood before him, was himself. Slowly he came to stand, the gold of his eyes almost as intense in their color as the sun that burned above. ❝You dare come before me with this false visage, Pretender? Can you not even recall your own true form amidst the lies? Regardless, you cannot hide yourself in shadows beneath the brilliant sun.❞ The sphinxes that had lounged on either side of his throne came to stand as well, towering in their appearance as they made to step forward, claws unsheathed and ready, yet they did not attack. Not yet, no. Only upon his divine word would they do so. ❝I forgive those foolish enough to have accompanied you here as they are ignorant to your deception, but you…no, there will be no such a thing for you. To take upon the image of a god is to commit the gravest of sins.❞

#tenkoseiensei #;v: empty king #;;lostbelt #;;f.go #answered #;;inbox #;technical queue #[FOAMS AT THE MOUTH #RATTLES MY BARS #SCREECHES]

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

#i've been listening to icarus by bastille #and for some reason my brain fills in 'this is how it feels to take a fall' as 'this is how it feels to take off all your skin' #and like fuck man #and I KNOW that’s technically not a misheard lyric but my post my rules cope #anyway my line now #also probably phrased this poorly but its ok #im allowed to be incomprehensible #as a treat #and then fuckin #from we sink by of monsters and men #the original line was 'please look away dont look at me' #and i kept hearing it as 'please learn a way to look at me' #anyway #shoving this post in the queue but please be aware that i am writing it very late at night #q

[ruporas]

… and it all came flowing to his brain, three years of his youth. (ID in alt)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #kenjaku #geto suguru #ruporas art #happy boxing day :partyexplosion: this is technically a redraw of an old piece i did!! #one of the top tier scenes of jjk - the tragedy was truly crazy i remember seeing this back then and had my whole life sucked into stsg #for a bit wraghhhgds it came back when s2 started airing but not for long... i knew i wanted to do a piece in celebration of the boxing tho #after this........i wonder if ill have the strength to do more jjk art... after that new chapter *puts my hands behind my back* #*staring longingly into the distance* but it was fun revisiting these scenes. im also queueing this before the ep airs #so im excited to see how devastating the effect will be in mappa's animation!!!

[dannypocalypse]

See y'all next year

#dannypocalypse #danny phantom #mod zach #queue will still be updated and running but it's technically not the 3rd anymore sooooo

[freckledbastard]

saw someone say cloud has 'post traumatic sephiroth disorder' which is extremely funny but also there's no way sephiroth would ever allow cloud to be post-anything sephiroth, that twink is getting sephiroth trauma 24/7 babeyyyy

#sefikura #final fantasy #ffvii #sephiroth #cloud strife #he said someones gotta traumatise cloud and that someone may as well be me #oh hojo already traumatised him? thats fine thats even better for me. free trauma boost package #i should reblog the post.... ill add it to my queue #ffvii spoilers #? technically...?

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Redraws of some of my favorite manga panels

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #byakuya twogami #ultimate imposter #shsl imposter #for someone who doesn't have an official name imp really has a lot of aliases eh #komaeda nagito #redraw #sdr2 #super danganronpa goodbye despair #i mean this could technically be imposter x nagito if u want it to be #not me purposely choosing their most gay panels together #komaposter #twomaeda #??? #my art #a e i o queue

[l3viat8an]

MC:*Walking into Lucifer’s office* Hi Luci!

Lucifer:*Holding up a hand* Don't distract me. I’m busy organizing all my mail into three categories. From Satan, Death threats, and Death threats from Satan.

MC: Don't forget "Begging for a pact." from Solomon.

Lucifer: Right, four categories.

#technically it should be six categories if he adds ‘bills’ and ‘Mammon’s bills’ #hsjshsj #surprise it’s queue! #ro’s dumb stuff tag! #obey me! #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me incorrect #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me shitpost #obey me shenanigans #incorrect quotes #om! #om! lucifer #om! mc #om! incorrect quotes #obey me crack

[horreurscopes]

transfiguration's gonna come for me at last, and i will burn brighter than the sun

#posting a little mello deathnote 5 mins before the end of his birthday. as a treat #its been a couple rough months catching up with the commission queue so #technically this is from september i just went through my sketchbook trying to find something that'd be easy to finish #him....... alex are you still hyperfixated on-- yes. yes i am. death note blorbos save me. death note blorbos please #death note #mihael keehl #mello #mello death note #mello dn #meronia #horreurart

[front-facing-pokemon]

#trapinch #i knew this one was gonna be good. no eyes. no mouth. just trapinch #pov. you are about to be bitten. or something like that. i think trapinch has a pretty interesting typing but it's mostly just because #i like ground- and rock-types that aren't. made out of rocks or whatever. i dunno if it actually has a dragon typing until it hits vibrava #okay it doesn't it's just a ground-type. but ground/dragon is interesting. i'm always surprised vibrava isn't a bug-type but it is still #interesting. imo. bug/dragon. 4x weakness to ice my belovèd #want the same downside as all the dragon/flying types for no reason? ground/dragon is your typing! garchomp typing i think #technically garchomp is dragon/ground as opposed to ground/dragon but no one pays attention to the order of types #except for Me… in my pmd ttrpg i talked about yesterday to me and like two weeks ago to you guys #anyway i'm hungry so i'm gonna go queue up vibrava. their eyes are a bit messed up so forgive e

[cametotheshowinsd]

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #tswiftgif #lyrics #high infidelity #that's HER eye but I have to use it bc there's stars in it #(technically they're fireflies but whatever its so pretty) #also tag #mv #lavender haze #out of the woods #queue it all too well #body parts tw

[wasyago]

chip chip chip chip

#not sure if people draw him with top surgery scars because its canon or because its a big fandom headcanon but i like it either way #also not sure why people draw him with fire tattoos... but maybe its something that happens later. im on ep 66 atm so who knows #(well. this post will technically be in the queue for the next 3 days so idk what episode I'll be on when it'll actually be posted) #either way. chip is very poggers im so happy with all the character development and changes he's going through #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #chip jrwi #my art #sketch

[ardenssolis]

misc actions meme; accepting || @hiruinonai​

🤚   - to offer your muse a hand in dance / also this bc why not

     QUIETLY DID HE WATCH the others as they moved about the ballroom floor, smiling, laughing – dresses billowing, shoes clacking against polished marble with each movement. It was hard to hear amongst the music that was played by the Fae, but even so, he knew. Taking a small sip of his wine, he merely enjoyed the overall festivities from a distance as he often did in life despite the lack of need to follow time old traditions when such mattered little in this ‘newfound life’ of his as a Servant. Gilgamesh too seemed to be of the same mind, the two often together during many an event if only because their mindsets were so similar to one another. ❝The Fae always have some of the best wine. Nothing compared to what I have in my vault, of course, but good enough. At least this time I do not have to worry about it being poisoned and can properly enjoy it.❞ Sure there was brewing chaos in the background – a murder that had taken place not too long ago, although that was hardly enough to ruin his good mood and desire to properly enjoy himself after the long, exhausting process of merely being a king.

     If there was anything that Gilgamesh would have said to him, those words certainly never left the other’s lips. Instead, there was another that spoke in the Golden King’s stead. His gaze was quick to move from the dancing before him, landing upon the only other person close enough to be heard. ❝Was there something you needed?❞ he asked, glass of wine gently placed upon the table as he awaited the other’s words. Rather than the questions that he believed would be asked, what was actually said took him wholly by surprise. ❝You wish…to dance?❞ Him? Dance? How utterly preposterous. Although…he supposed he could make a concession, just this once. He had pushed Nitocris to go forth and enjoy herself, and thus, could he not also do the same? At least for a night? Besides, it was entertaining enough that Saito had come to him out of the many present. What was it that had drawn the Shinsengumi to him, he wondered? A thought for another time, perhaps. After all, he could not keep them waiting for too long.

     Chuckling, he glanced towards the other ruler, offering a lazy wave in their direction. ❝I shall return soon, Golden King. Do not miss me too much in my absence.❞ Pushing himself up, he temporarily ignored what was left of his wine for the time being (he would return soon), reaching out to take Saito’s offered hand with growing amusement as golden eyes practically gleamed with mirth beneath those ballroom lights. ❝By all means, lead the way, Shinsengumi. I will allow it.❞

#hiruinonai #;v: chaldea days #;;f.go #answered #;;inbox #;ask reply meme #;technical queue

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

#ink sans #food #<- the lollipop #another lil guy in a suit because i'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here with art motivation #insert that meme of Lord Farquaad pointing with the caption 'SHORT' #so short you can give him a stepping stool as a chair #every time i draw him he gets shorter help #also the lollipop is made of all colours except red and blue (no amgry or sadge squid to see here) #technically it's not food it's paint on paper machete #queue

[2knightt]

5 things dallas winston hated about you.

—even when you were on his last goddamn nerve, you were still everything to him. is he still everything to you? after all he’s put you through?

-> in no way is this me changing my style nor should this be taken seriously…i’m just bored. and sad. and bored. and i miss my boyfriend. posted on queue!! i’m probably either studying, working on asks + event, or sleeping. either one.

(I.your snarky remarks.)

“did nobody ever teach you how to properly play uno of all games?”

you asked, a chuckle in your voice as you held your one card in hand. dallas glared at you from across your table, holding 12 cards. this was the 5th game you two played. he was never one to accept defeat easily.

“this game is just fuckin’ stupid. n’ you’re a dirty lil’ cheater.” he grumbled, staring down at his all red cards, eyes shifting back to the green 3 that you had placed down. dallas wanted to say more not-so-nice words, but knowing you fully, you’d say something even worse back. he hated that about you. you always said that it was apart of your charm, he always disagreed.

“why would i ever need to cheat when you can’t seem to count?” you snapped back, brows furrowed. you referenced the fact that dallas tried to pick up only 4 when he had to pick up 6, thinking he was slick.

dallas just huffed, picking up another card from the pile before mumbling a small, ‘go.’ there was a tug at the corners of your mouth, causing you to grin a little too hard as you placed down the winning card. for the 5th time in a row. dallas threw his cards down, clicking his tongue in annoyance. he leaned back into the chair, his head turned away from you as his arms hung off the chair.

“stop bein’ a baby and help me clean this up.”

“no. it’s your house.”

“and you’re the one who’s bumming around in it. clean up with me before i let you walk those streets. again.”

(II.how important your looks were to you.)

you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, fingers running through your hair as you starred at yourself in the window of a convenience store.

“are you serious, y/n?” he asked, pockets in hand. he stopped walking when you did. he said it was so nobody hit on you. in reality, he liked it better when he had his eyes on you 24/7. he likes knowing you were safe. even for a second.

“yes, dallas. i am.” you replied with an eye roll. you grabbed your pink lip gloss, re-applying it for the 4th time today. sure, you were willing to admit it slowed you down—your focus on your looks. but were you gonna change? no! if someone doesn’t like it, who cares?

once you were done, you continued walking, leaving dallas to rush to catch up. he walked beside you after speed walking behind you for a few seconds. your lips shined under the hot tulsa sun, eyes glowing along with them. dally couldn’t help but wrap an arm around your waist.

he grew more and more aware of the men around. he held you closer, even when they paid no mind to neither you or him. he felt almost threatened for a moment.

“are you even listening?”

you chimed in, breaking his train of thought. dallas nodded, head empty. he didn’t hear a single thing you said. was he going to admit it? no. he didn’t want these other guys to know about how terrible of a boyfriend he was.

you just hummed, walking to your house in silence. any insults, compliments, comments, or cries would fall to deaf ears as of now.

(III.how you were blindly loyal.)

“i cannot believe you right now.”

“i jus’ said she was pretty. god forbid.”

he muttered as he entered your car, sitting in the passenger seat. dallas knew it’d be a terrible idea to try and make you jealous. boundaries, you’d shout. boundaries!

“i’ve told you how many times on how uncomfortable that makes me.”

“m’sorry, doll. i…i know. it was the alcohol.”

dallas lied right through his teeth. in all honesty—he’d been hoping it’d make you want to show him off. he was stupid for ever thinking you’d so something like that.

your silence scared him. you usually would’ve spat something back at him without a single thought. a sigh left your lips as you started the car, finally speaking up.

“i know.”

you muttered quietly. goddamn, maybe loyalty was gonna be the death of you. he didn’t mind much, though. at least you knew where home was. with him…right? right, y/n? he wanted to ask over and over again. dallas wanted the reassurance. he needed the support.

for what? he didn’t know. he just wanted to make sure you still felt the same way he does.

(IV.the way you fought.)

“she got you good, y/n.”

“oh, shut up, dal.”

you muttered, washing your bloodied and bruised hands under the faucet. you stood there, spacing out, letting the water run off your hands. dallas tapped you on your shoulder, snapping you out of it.

he handed you a clean shirt, a couple of bandaids in the other. you ushered him out of your bathroom, closing the door to put the clean shirt on. ‘she got you good.’ what does that even mean? was there seriously no, ‘are you okay?’ you wondered to yourself as you opened the door.

dallas sat you down on the toilet, brushing the fresh blood that slowly streamed down your cheeks with his thumb as he placed bandaids all over your face. he kissed every single one after doing so.

he wanted to make sure you still knew he likes you. that dallas winston liked you a whole lot.

“you’ll be alright, doll.” he comforted, patting your head. he thought back to your several other fights. you fought strategically and with honour. something he’d never do. but, recently, you’d been fighting just for the fun of it.

when you fought before—he felt a little angry. he didn’t like seeing you fight, but he didn’t like knowing you were good at it. knowing you were at the same level as he was at something he took pride in hurt him. dallas was frustrated at you and himself.

maybe his bad habits were rubbing off on you. a way to remember him, as dallas thought about it. he said he’d talk to you later about it. he never did.

(V.how quickly you were able to move on. faster than he ever could.)

you realized you needed better. dallas didn’t treat you like he used to. why? you didn’t know. you tried to be the best girlfriend he’d ever have, so why did he have to ruin it? was it your fault?

you kept on asking yourself questions like this when the reality of it all sunk in. that same day, you left dallas winston.

he felt his world crumble before him. this whole, self-sabotaging thing that pony warned him about was catching up to him. dallas felt hatred for you. well, at least he wanted to. he wanted to feel angry. hatred for you.

he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. even when he watched you move onto another guy. from afar, he’d see you giggle and flirt with him. like how you used to do with him.

even when you’re with someone else, you’re still everything ti dallas. would you ever forgive him if he said sorry? would sorry even fix the way he treated you?

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x reader #this whole thing is just dallas being toxic #and just like disliking how reader is catching on #bibically accurate dallas winston technically #emotionally mature reader methinks #would modern day dallas listen to alpha male podcasts #this fic is technically me shitposting #i hate this so much #but idgaf #me coded dallas winston #queue posting my love #sleeping rn #was so not proofread #ifnore any mostakes

[probablygayattorneys]

My therapist: So. You didn’t get that job you applied for. How are you feeling?

Me:

#apollo justice #apollo justice: ace attorney #technically I know this isn’t from that game #but I’m not sure what it is from #it’s a picture I took last may #and isn’t it all from the *~apollo justice trilogy~* #queue takumi defense squad

[purpleleafsyt]

My entry for the transfem Leo tournament ( @ultimatebabygirlsupremebattle ) <33

You asked what name(if any) I call her and I do have a special name for her!!

Lenore :]

#my art #my digital art #off queue #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt leo #transfem leo #Lenore #technically Lenore wasn't from me originally #the name came from a friend of mine and it stuck #also I have. so many old drawings of Lenore I could've used #but I wanted to do something now for it!! #so here she is :] #also. I have to post this off of my normal art queue which is always funny #to me. because the queue is always months behind #purplearts