#im not gonna read this trough

[thelien-art]

Hiyas maybe you'd consider a request of my wicked royal Princess Luella Tulloran? It won't let me add refs here but if your interested let me know and I'll send her refs along. Thanks for considering.

Hi, I know you probably mean nothing by this but of what I can see you just started following me, a Tolkien blog, with no interest IN Tolkien (judging about what I can see going in on your blog) and just dumps YOUR OC on MY head without even going just a little bit through my blog to see if requests are still open and what the rules are

You might have found me via this year pride art where you problby clicked the link that led you to an information on open requests WHERE I SAY ONLY TOLKIEN REALTED and only for pride aka this month, four days ago I said I´m closing the requests as I have 55 requests left, which is fine you didn´t see as I deleted it a day after, that didn´t mean I opened requests again tho

Sometimes when I open for requests I also open for people´s OCs but I make it clear when I am

I also made a promise in another answer to a similar ask about me taking nonrelated Tolkien requests so I advise you go read that HERE

You know i would really appreciate an answer for you if you could go out of your way to do that, thank you!

#i reached 19 you guys #19 people who sends in nontolkien related promts #im not gonna read this trough #just fucking remember to respekt artists that also includes writers i am sure #im not the only one thats tired of other people thinking we exist to please you and make content for your ocs and what not #im so fucking close to just not reales the last pridepiece which im almost done with btw but now i dont want to work more on it #and yes im only reading through this once so if you see flaws then blame my non nativ english speaking ass with dyslexia

[rreeaahh]

We are both filthy now | R. A. B.

Third chapter of "One way ticket" | Ch. 1 / Ch. 2

READ THE AUTHOR NOTE, THANK YOU.

taglist> @my-beloved-fandoms

pair> regulus black x lestrange! reader (slytherin)

summary> a birthday party means, for most people, a way to celebrate your existence - for purebloods, however, is a good way to spent time together with their master. regulus and y/n are not fond of the event, but no matter the traumatic experience they both go trough, they are still enemies - and y/n should've know that.

word count> 4.5k (wtf)

warnings> some type of angst; slow burn af; family toxicity; female discrimination; description of getting the dark mark; regulus hitting reader's hand; not proofread!

a/n> hi m'loves<3 do not forget that the tag list is open, feel free to ask to be added! im sorry for the long wait, it was one tricky chapter to write and from now on im gonna stop hunting the perfection, ill just enjoy writing. im more than happy to see all the notification from you on this series, and im beyond grateful - ill love to read your reaction, it makes me incredibly happy and helps me write. any comment is more than welcomed<3 any reblog helps this series to get to more people and it only takes a minute to do so. thank u for reading, ily all<3

Dear Y/N,

I hope my letter finds you well – your cousin’s pathetic owl is one lazy bird, let me tell you, but Rodolphus seems to be quite fond of it, and won’t let me get a new one.

Anyway, I write to you in hope that you’ll make me the pleasure to attend my birthday next weekend – I already spoke with Rodolphus and your father and they assured me you’ll come, but I still think it’s better to write to you personally.

We’ll also have a little meeting, besides the party itself, so I’m sure you’ll find it rather educative than a silly simple ball – do not worry, I know you tend to get anxious when surrounded by people you don’t know that well, but my cousin Regulus is coming too! I’m sure you two young purebloods will have all the fun you need.

Don’t worry writing me back, just come along with Regulus back from Hogwarts. Your presence if the only gift I need.

                                                                                                      Lots of hugs,

                                                                                                                                    Bellatrix L.

Y/N puts the letter on her desk and grabs the other envelope – this one also has her family’s wax seal, the L and the raven on top of it sending her chills on her spine.

            Y/N,

Don’t even think of not attending Bellatrix’ party. You cannot let this family down. Your cousin, Rabastan, will wait for you on the Platform 9 ¾, since me and Rodolphus have a lot of work to do for the meeting. Saturday morning, no later than 10 A.M. The meeting will be at our house.

                        ��                                                               Don’t disappoint me.

                                                                                                                        Cyrus Lestrange

She scoffs and lets the paper fall from her fingers. She was only a child when her cousin, Rodolphus, married Bellatrix, Regulus’ cousin. They were the youngest at that party so all the adults expected them to spent time together. Truth is, however, that Regulus was shy and quiet and only stayed by her side, listening to all of her questions and never responding back. After the wedding, when her father seemed to be so pleased with little Regulus, with his manners and his obedient nature, Y/N decided that she hated Regulus Black. He was just a little prick, and she decided that she’ll be better than him – always.

As her roommates are deep asleep, Y/N stays at her desk and watches the two letters. She grabs again the one from her father and watches how the flame of the candle on her desk dances on it, the paper getting warmer and warmer, until it’s lit on fire. She hates to keep her father’s letters – it’s like she’d want to ever see them again.

With the burning paper still between her fingers, she gets out of her dorm and walk on the dark corridor of the Slytherin Girls’ Wing and goes to the Common Room, where the fire seems to be burning with green flames. The Black Lake is silent behind the large windows, only the water’s movement being heard. She throws the letter in the chimney and smiles at the sight of the fire eating up her father’s words. It’s like she’s watching him get eaten up by the flames.

“It’s late, Lestrange.”

Y/N jumps on her feet and gets a grip of her night robes. The light green material covers her body now that she’s tugging her fingers into it. From the dark green sofa, Regulus Black watches her with a bored expression. He was reading a book and in front of him, on the small black table, is a cup filled with tea, she could guess.

“Always staying in the shadows, like a rat,” Y/N mutters and walks to him, staying on the couch in front of him. While she sits down, she lets the robe fall from her shoulder, exposing the skin. She’s dressed in a dark purple pajama set, made out of silk, and the little string of her tank top falls with the robe. Regulus seems to notice the bare skin just exposed and he gets his eyes to look at her face fast, before she could sense his gaze. He feels… disgusted.

“Always speaking like you own the whole place,” he talks back and smirks, “when we both know it’s nothing like that.” His voice is flat – no matter his facial expressions, Regulus Black always had a boring voice when he’d talk to her.

Y/N just watches him for a second. He’s still in his Quidditch equipment, even if the Slytherin team came back from practice a few hours ago. His hair is messy, his eyes are circled by a dark color, in comparison with his light skin, and he looks tired.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” she lets the question escape her lips without even thinking.

“I could ask you the same thing, if I really cared,” he says and grabs his cup, drinking slowly from it.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Black,” Y/N laughs and puts her hands over her chest. Regulus notices that, too. “I’m sure you got an owl from Bellatrix.”

“Yes, Bella wrote me about her birthday. Unfortunately, if you’re telling me about it, it means she wrote to you, too,” he says in a quiet voice, letting out the air in his lungs.

“She’s part of my family, too, Black,” Y/N says and surprises herself – she never gave that much importance to the family relations. She only had herself, at the end of the day, no matter how much her father would scold her for being an absent member of the House of Lestrange.

Her father never really showed her love – he was meant to be her father, but he was just a kind of legal tutor who raised her and was responsible for her well-being, and her cousins looked down on her – she was just a silly girl, meant only to bear children and get more powerful connections for her family. Her uncle and her aunt were distant, and maybe that was better than giving her reasons to hate them, like the rest did.

“Please, do not remind me – I still can’t get over that.” Regulus seems annoyed, bored, tired of her presence. And, yet, he stands there, face to face with her, watching each other – studying each other with such attention like they’re looking for a weak point.

“Why are you such a hypocrite, Regulus?” Y/N suddenly asks. He just smiles in the corner of his mouth, grabs his cup of tea and gets up from the sofa.

She feels him getting closer to her and in a second his breathing is hitting her face. “Don’t act like I’m the only one putting an act on, Miss Little Perfect,” he says amused.

Her brows drop. The skin on her forehead wrinkles and her eyes watch his, wanting to see behind them – they are empty. “I know you look up to me, Regulus, but there’s no need to remind me,” now she’s the one to smirk, and he’s the one to frown.

“Please,” he scoffs, “I wouldn’t look up to a pathetic orphan even if you’d be hanging out from the ceiling,” he mutters and gets back up on his feet, looking down to her. Regulus is not the tallest boy Y/N knows, but that position gives him a more decent posture.

“That orphan is better than you,” she whispers. “That’s why your momma always prays the ground I walk on, right?” she laughs and she can sense his body getting alarmed by her words. “My dad just wanted an heir, someone to get his name far – but Walburga wants more than that, right? Now that Sirius, your disappointment of a brother, left, she only has you, but she doesn’t seem to be fulfilled,” the air leaves her lungs when Regulus drops the cup of tea and gets on top of her. The liquid spills on the stone floor.

His hands grab her bare shoulders, his leg is between her hips and he presses her body into the couch. Her back is arched into the plush material of the sofa and her eyes widen at the proximity. His jaw is tightened and his breathing is deep while Regulus watches her face with a spark into his eyes. “Do not, ever again in your filthy, pathetic, good for nothing life, talk about my family,” he mumbles and his grip only gets tighter – his nails digs into the skin of her shoulders like he wants to rip it off.

Y/N shoves him away and quickly gets up from the couch. Regulus is on the floor, right into the tea puddle he made, and he seems to be caught with his guard off. “Do not, ever again in your pathetic, sad, good for nothing life, call me an orphan – I have a family, Black. The blood in my veins is just as pure as yours, and my name is just as important as yours.”

And she leaves him there, into the Common Room, to take a bath into his own mess. She needs to go back to sleep – tomorrow she has to go back home and get ready for a birthday party.

The whole night she tried to forget Regulus’ hands onto her skin – her shoulders felt like burning, like they got marked by his touch. She tried not to think about the anger in her soul the whole ride back to London, when she was forced to be in the same wagon with Regulus – apparently, they both wanted to travel into the Prefects’ cabin. At least, they both kept their mouths shut and didn’t even looked at each other.

She didn’t have to have a very warm welcoming back home – Rabastan waited for her at the station and kept his eyes on the road the whole time. He only asked about other Slytherin kids in her year and some older ones – he wanted to know if she was behaving well enough towards them. Once she got to enter the big mansion she called ‘home’, there was chaos – all the house elves were running left and right with platters, candles, flowers in their hands and all of them stopped to look at her and welcome her mechanically. She just got up to her room and closed the door behind her. When she dropped on her bed, there was silence – there was no longer Regulus Black, or Cyrus Lestrange or any other dumb man who made her angry.

Once she woke up, she started to get ready for the gathering she was forced to attempt. She got dressed in a dark grey dress, elegant enough not to make her father a fool and yet, simple enough not to make Bellatrix feel left out – it was her birthday, after all.

“There you are,” says her father as she gets out of her bedroom. “I thought you’re still asleep.”

“I was getting ready.”

Cyrus looks her up and down in a judgmental way – he points to her neck. “Make sure the chain is visible, nothing else.”

Y/N forces a smile and a hand travels to the gold flower at her neck. “Yes, father.” He gives her his elbow and the two of them go down, where the elves decorated the whole floor with black and purple roses and white candles. There’s a long table near a wall, right at the fireplace, where are plates with food and glasses of expensive champagne.

“Here,” Cyrus whispers and gives Y/N a red box, and before she could question his action Bellatrix is right in front of her, laughing happily.

“Y/N! I’m so glad to see you, how are you?”

Bellatrix Lestrange, nee Black, is a very… bipolar witch. Once, she’s loud, smiley, in a good mood, and then she acts like the Devil himself. Y/N could never figure out why her cousin, Rodolphus, wanted to marry her – there were plenty of purebloods who wished to be married to him, but all his attention was on Bellatrix ever since they were in school together, despite the fact that she didn’t show any kind of interest in him during those years. Now, Rodolphus would do anything Bellatrix asks without blinking twice.

“Happy birthday, Bellatrix,” Y/N smiles and hugs her in a soft manner. While giving her the small box, she can see her cousin behind his wife, watching them carefully.

“I told you there was no need for gifts,” Bellatrix says and gives Rodolphus the box to take care of it. “I assume you just got down here,” she continues and grabs her hand, getting her away from her father – he doesn’t seem concerned about that. Cyrus always said that Bellatrix was a good wife and that Y/N had a lot to learn from her. What he did not know is that Y/N really wanted to learn a lot from Bellatrix – she wanted to know more about the power a witch could hold.

“Yes,” she said and looked around her own house. It was full of wizards, all of them being purebloods and talking to each other with a clear superiority in their voice. “I hope I’m not late to the party.”

Bellatrix scoffs. “The true party begins only when he gets here,” she smirks and Y/N freezes, knowing who she’s talking about. Tom Riddle was certainly not her favorite person, no matter how much he convinced her father that she will be a good daughter for him.

“Wonderful,” she manages to say and walks beside Bellatrix to greet her guests. She smiles and greets Bellatrix’ parents and gets a deep breath when her aunt and uncle come to wish her a happy birthday.

“Y/N, how are you, dear?” Walburga asks and kisses her both cheeks. Bellatrix seems busy talking to her uncle about the upcoming meeting, while Regulus sits behind them and only listen. “How is school?”

“It’s good, wonderful, even,” she smiles and Walburga laughs happily. “I’m working on some essays for Potions and Transfiguration, maybe they’ll be published after I finish school.”

“Did you hear, Regulus? Y/N plans to publish some essays after graduation,” she scolds her son and now his attention is on them. He only smiles to his mother and she goes on with the talking. Neither of them seems to be truly focused on what she’s saying – they look at each other like they’d snap each other’s neck if they could.

“Regulus, why don’t you invite Y/N to dance?” Bellatrix pops between them and her aunt claps her hands satisfied with her proposal. “You know how much joy it brings me to see you two together, Reggie,” she continues and puts her arm around his shoulders. He looks at his cousin with doubt in his gaze – she made them dance together at her wedding, too, like they were some monkeys to entertain the adults.

With a silent scoff, he forced a smile in his cousin’s direction and looked shortly to his mother, who only seemed to tell him the same thing with her eyes. “Shall we dance together, Y/N?” he asks and gives her his pale hand.

No matter how much she’d like to hit it, getting it away from her, she grabs it lightly and smiles. “With pleasure,” she mutters and the adults all clap their hands and smile in their direction as they go to the center of the room, where other people are dancing slowly.

Bellatrix flicks her wand and the room is now filled with a more vibrant music – they smile to each other and Y/N’s skin is burning under her dress where Regulus’ hands touch her. He cups her hand into his and the other one rests on her back, bringing her closer to his body. She has a hand on his shoulder and they both move synchronically to the rhythm.

“You disgust me,” he whispers into her ear, sending shivers all over her spine.

A big smile appears on her rosy lips and she looks behind him, where her father is beside Orion and Cygnus Black – they all had firewhiskey glasses in hand and talked with serious expressions on their faces.

“The feeling is mutual, my dear Regulus,” she mumbles and steps on his foot, careful to put the heel right into his toe.

“Then, you could’ve save us both and deny Bellatrix’ stupid wish.”

“On her birthday?” she scoffs. “Yeah, right, you tell her no, I like to be alive.”

Regulus lets a small chuckle out and before she could look at him, he spins her away for a second. When her body is back into his arms, her vision is blurry. “You better keep your mouth shut during the meeting,” he says in a cold tone.

“Why, Reggie?” she mocks the tone Bellatrix used. “Scared the Dark Lord will see more potential in me than in you?” She’s joking. On Merlin’s beard, she’s only trying to piss him off.

“Tonight is my night and you better not do anything to steal it from me,” he spits the words into her ear. Her skin becomes ice cold and all her blood runs faster into her veins because of the way he presses his fingers into her back. “I warn you, Y/N, stay in your place,” he mumbles and when the music changes, he lets go of her and smiles, before going away.

After some hours, the chaos in her house begins to cool down – the guests start leaving until there are only the usual people. They all sit at the long table, talking about some things that happened in the Muggleworld and how unacceptable they were – for someone who said they despised the muggles, they sure talked a lot about them. The conversation dies when the chair at the end of the table is occupied by the tall, dark haired wizard. They all rise from their sits and greet him with joy.

“It’s good to see you too, my dear friends,” Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort says and he shakes her father’s hand. Her lungs take the air in with great difficult, given the fact that there’s only a sit between the dark wizard and her. “I assume I need to apologize to Bellatrix,” he speaks and looks to his left, where the witch smiles from one ear to another. “I did not bring any gift with me, Bella,” he explains.

“You are my greatest gift, My Lord,” she says and from her left, Rodolphus and Rabastan just nod their heads. “Your presence gives us hope for a better future for us, the right titled wizards,” she continues and everyone agrees.

Bellatrix is one of the most loyal followers the Dark Lord has besides Cyrus Lestrange and the rest of his friends from when they were in Hogwarts. He saw the potential in her, just like he saw it in Y/N.

“Then tell me, which is the reason of this meeting?” Voldemort asks and looks at every face at the table.

It was not Y/N’s greatest pleasure to sit at that table from time to time – her father thought it was good for her future to assist those meetings, but they were incredibly boring. There were many parents of her housemates and from other kids from school, but not even a single person her age – that until Bellatrix brought Regulus to join her. Apparently, he was quite a fan of that man because of his cousin’s stories.

“We think it’s the time to welcome another wizard between us, as an official member, my Lord,” Lucius Malfoy speaks and his voice is just as annoying as ever.

“Oh, really?” Voldemort smiles. “And who might that be, Lucius?”

“My cousin, my Lord,” Bellatrix says and points to Regulus. “Regulus is one of the most dedicated wizards to your plans,” she continues and the air leaves Y/N’s lungs.

Looking over the table to Regulus, she could see Walburga smiling proudly while he just looks to Tom Riddle. “My Lord,” he says, “I swear I’ll serve you with every power I have.”

“Then come closer, young Regulus,” the dark wizard says and plays with his wand between his fingers. The boy gets up on his feet. From his right, Cyrus Lestrange clears his throat. “Yes, Cyrus?”

“My Lord,” he begins, “I was not aware that the Death Eaters were open to new members.”

“We always have free spots for the one who wish to serve our believes,” comes his explanation.

“In that case, I’m sure you’ll agree with me that Y/N is just as worthy of getting the mark as young Regulus is.”

Her heart stops beating. What did he just say?

“Right, Y/N?” his father touches her back, forcing her to look at him. His eyes are desperate. There is no way, in his opinion, that his only child will not be recognized as a worthy follower of Lord Voldemort.

All eyes are on her. She can feel them. However, she does not care about them – the only ones that matter are her father’s, and the one from across the table who looked down at her.

“Yes, My Lord,” she says that quietly that she barely hears her own voice. Her father pats her back and goes back to Voldemort. Y/N can’t gather the courage to look at Regulus.

“You said she was worthy from the first day you saw her, My Lord,” Cyrus says. “You said she will be a powerful witch, with a great future – how is she supposed to be powerful if not under your command?”

Voldemort smiles pleased. “You’re right, my old friend. Come, child, let me get a better look of you.” Her father looks at her and orders her to do as asked just with his eyes. Do not disappoint me, hesays with his burning gaze.

Mechanically, Y/N is on her feet and walks behind her father, in front of the sick looking wizard. His hands are cold, like he’s dead, when he touches her jaw. He looks at her like she’s some kind of animal that needs to be inspected.

“Are you willing to follow my orders, whenever you are needed, child?”

There’s a knot in her stomach. She wants to say no. She wants to leave that house and never come back. She’s scared.

“Yes,” is the only answer she can give in return.

“Very well,” Tom Riddle smirks satisfied and gestures to Regulus to come closer too. They are now next to each other. She can hear his breathing from her left and her knees are about to go numb. “Who wants to go first?”

Before she can say anything, Regulus already has his shirt lifted from his left arm and brings it closer to the man. Y/N can hear the soft scoff of his father.

“You need to swear to always serve me, boy,” Voldemort demands, the tip of his wand pressed into Regulus’ arm.

“I swear, My Lord. Whenever you’ll call for me, I’ll be there, ready to do everything I’m capable of for you,” Regulus speaks.

With a big grin on his face, Voldemort begins to press the wand deeper into the skin, until Regulus grabs his arm with his free hand. From under his skin is visible a dark smoke that lingers there, running like it’s chasing his blood. His nose is twitching from the possible pain, but besides that, his expression is blank. When the wand is lifted, the Dark Mark is on his white skin. There is silence, like the rest would wait for him to scream. His parents have a proud expression on their faces as Regulus watches the crowd with a blank, serious stare.

“Your turn, Y/N” Voldemort says after a few seconds and puts his hand out there to grab her arm. She lifts the sleeve of her dress and looks at her father – Cyrus Lestrange watches her with a demanding manner, like he’s forcing her to go closer to Voldemort. Which she does.

“I always knew you’d be a great witch, child,” he says with a proud tone in his voice. He wanted her to be his weapon. “Say you’ll serve me without question, Y/N. Let the others know that from today, you’ll become one of the most powerful followers of mine.”

“I do, My Lord,” is the only thing she says like she’s hypnotized – her body doesn’t listen to her commands, it acts on its own.

The wand is cold against her skin, but as soon as Voldemort presses it harder into her arm, a burning sensation hits her entire being – she needs to grab her arm in order not to get it away from the unspoken spell. The black smoke feels like venom and she wants to scream from the bottom of her soul. Instead, she just bites the flesh inside her mouth, the taste of blood blooming from her cheek. When the wand is lifted and the mark is done on her arm, too, there’s silence again – and when there’s no screaming, all the Death Eaters gets up and start to applause them, to congratulate them.

“That’s the best birthday ever!” Bellatrix laughs maniacal and jumps from a foot to another.

She still has her left arm in her right hand, looking at the black drawing on her skin. She’s too afraid to touch it, like it could burn her fingers. Two arms wrap around her in the noise and she’s hugged by her father. Cyrus Lestrange hugs his daughter, and a single tear rolls down on her cheek.

“Good job, Y/N,” he says in her ear. “Now you’ll show everyone what you’re made of.”

She gets slightly away from him and she can feel the vomit sensation grow in her stomach. While everyone clink glasses of champagne and laughs with joy, she excuses herself and leave the dining hall.

She could not see Regulus in the crowd. She needs to see him to be sure it was all real. And she finds him on the corridor near the bathroom, at a balcony with a view to her garden. His shoulders are moving up and down and his breathing is accelerated. If she didn’t know any better, she wouldn’t guess he was… crying. She stepped closer to him slowly and put her hand on his back.

“Regulus…” she said softly and tears started to form into her eyes, too. What have they done?

“You couldn’t contain yourself, right?” he screams and turns around to face her. “You got to be the center of the attention tonight, too,” his voice is full of hate, which she ignores when she sees his wet blood-shot eyes. Her hand tries to touch his shoulder, wishing to show him… empathy?

“Regulus…” she mumbles again and her voice is hurt. Maybe they are in this together; she just needs to explain everything.

“Don’t put your filthy hands on me!” he says and slaps her hand away.

Y/N doesn’t know what hurt more – the slap, the burning feeling in her arm or the fact that she thought that maybe, just maybe, Regulus was willing to show her kindness then, when it was clear that neither of them was feeling good with their actions.

She looks at his hand – the one he slapped hers with – and at his arm. His left arm.

“We are both filthy now,” she says with despair and turns around, leaving him alone.

#slytherin #angst #hogwarts #smut #regulus black #regulus x reader #the black family #x reader #one way ticket #slytherin reader #voldemort #dark mark #death eaters #marauders era #regulus fanfiction

[lolmaddox]

I guess people liked it so heres part 2 but this time in Landos pov :)) enjoy

The stream is good fun and ginge keeps making him cry from laughter, so pulling an all nighter gaming sounds like a good idea.

Until he gets a text.

The last text he sent to Carlos was this morning when he got home from italy after the award ceremony. For some reason whenever they were on the same country a text was send letting the other know. That's something that never changed between them.

Now carlos was texting him to met up in half an hour.

Without thinking twice he sends a yes and ask for the spaniard to come to his place and carlos accepts before he can even close the chat. At least he seems as excited as Lando feels right now.

"You good there, mate?" Ginge asks finally getting his attention.

"Yeah, mega" he puts the phone down and Lando its almost surpised to still be streaming "im gonna go, its getting late"

"Surely not leaving me for a hot date"

"Are you jealous, baby?" He jokes and his phone pins with a new message. Shit. Carlos is watching his stream.

After he says his goodbyes and ends the stream Lando just sits there, still processing the fact that Carlos was watching him, seeing him tease ginge and fucking moan in front of twenty thousand people.

He hides the mess behind the closet door and jumps in the shower, he doesn't really need it but just thinking about hanging with Carlos after what he just did on stream has him restless. If he's honest with himself it also has a lot to do with his tiny box.

When he met Carlos that day at the mtc his world changed in more than one way. He started living his dream and what he thought he knew about himself changed, cause after just a month every dream was Carlos Sainz. His stupid big deep brown eyes and that long hair that always looked nice, even after a race wich to be honest was as annoying as hot. But things weren't as easy as a random crush, that was his teammate for the entire year. So he put all those feelings inside a box and pushed it far away, deep down in the dark. Trough the years it rattled and treatened to open whenever Carlos was overly friendly or too touchy to be just platonic, but Lando wasn't the best at social clues so it might as well have been him reading it wrong.

So Lando keeps the tiny box closed and secured.

He gets the notification that Carlos is here when he's fixing his hair, good enough.

Fit looks good, apartment is as clean as he could get it and the box is secured.

He needs to chill. It's just two mates hanging out on a random monday at midnight, just platonic, totally not a hot date as ginge said. Just mates.

There's a knock at the door and Landos heart races off his chest.

Totally chill.

Tiny box secured.

Just mates.

#lando norris #carlando #carlos sainz jr #not my first language #im so sorry if theres any mistakes

[anotherfloridaman]

Somewhere, beyond the sea~ pt 2

Part 1 is here

#################################

In the classroom, Iruma looks at the sheet of paper in front of him. Reading every letter, knowing every syllable, but the question itself is what throws him to the ground.

“When is the velocity of flight to outweigh the condition of elemental mana as fire, if the defensive has only healing mana?”

Worse yet…

He needs to explain it instead of multiple choice.

“Iruma-sama, are you feeling well? You look pale.”

“Oh yeah, im fi—” “You didnt eat enough in the morning, did you?! I knew we should have gotten more trays! Those idiot chefs have no clue who they are supposed to be feeding! Dont fret, for i, Ausmodeus Alice, will begin making your morning feast at exactly 0:06 hours every day!”

At the commotion, Clara joined in. “I wanna help Irumachi too! Im gonna make all KINDS of delicious yum yum bake cake treats for Irumakins!” Ausmodius sighed and Iruma just laughed, trying to tell them he was fine, in reality, he was worried about his grandfather and the way everything will play out sooner rather than later.

A few minutes go by, and Grandpa appeared at the door of the royal one, with Ifrit and Marbas in tow. “Kalego-kun!!!!! I need a word with you for just a few minutes, please!!!” The dog couldn’t say no to him, but he could have a sour face. So he followed and grumbled about how the old fool was interrupting his class.

Marbas and Ifrit just walked around, watching over the kids and joining in on a couple conversations over the time they spent there. It was a half an hour before someone(Clara)asked where Edgy-teach was.

And when the last letter left her mouth, two figures entered the royal one. One had shoulder length, unruly hair, with curls and waves at random, wrinkles all over his teacher uniform. The other had long, knee length hair, straight as a pencil, and neat clothes. Iruma saw two things that almost solidified who they were.

One; they had dark purple hair.

Two; both had the little horns of hair that Kalego has all but trademarked.

The neat one speaks first. “Alright, you both can go back to your classrooms, this room and these students will be secured with us.” He states while fixing the cuff of his sleeve.

“Hey there! You are..?” Marbas tries to question, and Ifrit, not knowing either of them, squares his shoulders and tenses his legs, Waiting for some kind of fight.

“I am Narnia, your dog’s brother. And this is our uncle, Lord Sullivan and Dantallion-san know him.”

After a quick check in with Sullivan trough the telepathic link, and confirmation of these plans, the teacher’s leave with a parting gift of wisdom. “These kids get hurt, you will die.” And the classroom is left in silence.

Narnia and his uncle take what seems to be practiced steps to opposite sides of the room. The elder dog goes to a bay window and sits, leaning against the wall and glass. The brother, steps behind Kalego’s desk and picks up papers, reading over their teacher’s notes.

“Uhh, hey, maybe you don’t mess with Kalego-sensei’s things? He might not be too happy with that.” Lied, poor poor Lied speaks. Narnia’s eyes snap towards the boy in question, and a slight smirk takes the new dog’s thin lips, a knowing glint in his eyes. Lied almost shrank in his seat, toes curling inside of his shoes, and nails digging into the palm of his hands, almost regretting speaking up.

“It’s alright Lied, he won’t mind if it’s me, Kalego and i have similar taste in organization.” The look turns a little playful towards the end, and Lied is able to take a breath of relief…

Then Clara speaks up again. Great.

“Hey not teacher! How did you know Liedy-kun’s name?” She almost screams across the campus. The dog in the back of the room begins howling with laughter, almost completely on the floor with how his body shakes on the window. “NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES!”

“Uncle, please dont laugh. Kalego will literally never talk to me again.” High pitched wheezing leaves the dog’s throat, then a cough. And sudden silence.

“Before walking in, i took the liberty to scavenge through the school records, and therefore, teacher’s homeroom classes. That’s how i know all of your names.” Narnia manages to wring out an explanation easy enough, until the lazy dog on the window opens his mouth.

“Kalego brags about all of you the first chance he gets, every chance he gets.” Was a sudden burst of information from the back of the room.

Silence.

“THAT MAN DOES EVERYTHING EXCEPT BRAG ABOUT US!” “I CANT BELIEVE YOU!!” “THIS GUY’S LYING, I BET HES NOT EVEN SENSEI’S BROTHER!!”

Jazz, Lied, and Camui, all screaming over each other as the class burts with life in disbelief or pure joy. Some were a mixture of both. Sabnock just laughed like he was plotting murder and going to frame someone else.

One solid “Enough.” And the class just froze. After a second, they got back to their seats and stayed. The worst part was, he said it like it was a request, but the mana flooding from him said differently. If Iruma felt the shivers, then what did the actual demon children feel?

Whoever these people are, they’re more of a threat to Iruma’s humanity than this school ever will be.

The boy’s eyes lock with Narnia’s, and The man closes his hand into a fist at his side. Both have the same thought. ‘This one is a problem.’

#mairimashita! iruma kun #naberius kalego #iruma kun characters #welcome to demon school iruma kun #wtdsik #m!ik #misfit class #naberius narnia #sbts

[rabbitreader09]

What about a little bit of Fluff and comfort with the Boys Vincent, Victor and draco?

Wooo one shots!

Warnings: none (THE PICTURES ARE NOT GORE OR SUM IDK WHY TUMBLR IS GIVING ME A WARNING-)

Pairing: Vincent Edgeworth x reader

You buried your head in Vincent’s shoulder, feeling him rest the book he was reading on your back, every few minutes or so, he pressed a small kiss against your forehead or cheek, then went back to laying his head against yours.

You fondled with the buttons on his top, popping them open and closed, he didn’t mind it, he had already gotten rid of his blazer and shoes a long time ago, and now you just laid on top of each other in silence. You were sleepy, but didn’t doze off, just wanting to feel his embrace a bit longer. You loved the feeling of his affection, it felt so trusting, and even with his usually dark demeanor (even towards you) so comforting.

*chu*

He pressed another light kiss against your head, you smiled, leaning further into his chest, it was cold, and as hard as metal, but you didn’t mind, and he knew you didn’t. Some people would long to listen to their partners heartbeat, but you didn’t need that to love him. Your finger gently ran down to his collar, pulling ever so slightly so he‘d look at you, which he did. You gazed at him, god he was beautiful, it was mean sometimes. You pulled harder, swaying him in to kiss you, his lips honestly felt a bit dry, but that you didn’t mind either, you just kissed him because you wanted him close to you.

The air always felt cold when you parted, so much so you always had to hold yourself not to reconnect yourselves. He looked at you, his lips forming a thin smile, inside you melted, you loved seeing him smile, not his cocky smirk, or the often fake laughs he gave from himself, no, that nearly transparent smile he wore at night, when you were close, you loved more than anything.

Without much hesitation, you knocked both of you down on his bed, a loud thump echoing trough the previously silent room, he didn’t say anything to it, he didn’t even make a face. As you laid back down on him, wrapping your arms and legs over his body, he simply put his hand down at your head.

„I would‘t feel complete without you…“

Pairing: victor blake x reader

The sound of cars rushed by as the dim moonlight shined in trough the car windows, the cold breeze coming in from the only rolled down one gave you goosebumps.

You and Victor were originally just going to take a small trip in the car, but traffic seemed to have decided that today it was gonna throw a tantrum, the 3 hours car ride turned into 8, and then 10. And as it slowly got darker and darker, with 3 a.m fast approaching, you decided to just park at a pit stop, get some sleep and hope for better luck tomorrow.

While the situation might‘ve been quite stressful for most, you were honestly quite comfortable with it, Victor let you climb over into the drivers seat on top of him and gave you his vest while he smoked a few cigarettes out the car window.

You heard him exhale, sending a line of smoke into the outside air, before throwing away the burned off cigarette and rolling the window back up. You were quite lucky he used a decent amount of cologne so he wouldn’t reek of cigs, otherwise holding him this close would take a lot more out of you.

He hummed as you repositioned yourself a bit, now more sitting in his lap than laying on top of him, you made brief eye contact, he smirked pitifully, „don’t kiss me, I‘ll taste like shit“ he chuckled, you narrowed your eyes at him, then connected your lips without hesitation, they were warm but as expected he did indeed taste of tabac.

You pulled back again, your slightly scrunched up expression telling him more than enough, „told ya“ you smacked his cheek jokingly, opting him to be quiet, „im flattered you‘d still wanna kiss me like this darlin‘…“ he leaned his head into your neck, his breath was warm and steady, gently brushing up and down your neck. You both leaned back.

„I adore you, mi amor…“ he hummed quietly, making you chuckle.

„You are such a hopeless romantic dear..“

Pairing: Draco Edgeworth x reader

A weak fire sizzled in the chimney in front of you, it had been burning for a couple hours and was slowly eating up the last bits of wood inside, despite its dying flames, you just stared into it, laying on the couch in front. The atmosphere was cozy, but also suffocating, the heat coming from the flames was both comfortable and unbearable, it just seemed to switch, outside it was storming, thunder fast approaching, so the places in the house the heat didn’t reach were very cold.

„miss/mister y/n?“ you opened your eyes, only then realizing you had closed them in the first place, you looked up to see Draco standing next to the sofa. „What with the formalities Draco?“ you asked, a hint of mixed sarcasm and annoyance in your voice.

He paused before speaking another sentence, „Its getting late, you should sleep in a bed.“ you rolled from your side to your back, looking up at him, his eyes always looked lively despite looking like single beads sometimes.

„Is everything alright miss/mister y/n?“ he asked, still not breaking eye contact with you, „So we really aren’t any closer than that, Mister Edgeworth?“ you raised an eyebrow, and you swore he smiled and chuckled for a quick moment.

He sighed, a few strand of his bangs falling out of place before he sat down in the couch next to you. You grabbed his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder, „Thats more like it.“ his lips twitched up, he was obviously trying to hide his amusement.

You sat in complete silence for a few minutes, the presence felt so calm, almost even calmer now that he was here, the fire cracked quietly every few seconds or so, and the wind howled past the windows.

„Should I stack on some more firewood?“ he asked after a while of you fondling with strands of his hair. You shook your head, „not when I get to sleep by you tonight…“

He was unimpressed by your prompt decision that he didn’t even have the choice to disagree on, but its not like he would‘ve declined in the first place. You swooned to the side, eventually laying your head down in his lap and hooking your legs over the side of the couch. He reached up and pulled off his glove with his teeth, moving down to draw lines trough your hair and to caress your face, so softly you felt you might just fall asleep right here and there.

„You fill my heart, dear.“ he hummed, but you didn’t even really hear, his touch and the atmosphere were already rocking you off to sleep, he smiled pitifully.

„Its better to sleep now honey, its not pleasant to miss the morning.“ his arms snaked around you body, and before you fell to sleep, you felt him lift you up.

#dinoverse #vincent the secret of myers #vtsom #x reader #fluff #draco edgeworth #comfort #vincent edgeworth #victor blake #au #butler #dino999z #cuddling #aesthetic #oneshots #oneshot

[cyandonuts]

Finished Trigun Volume 1!

This is gonna be my first post in the bookclub tag, so a quick introduction: Hi fellow Bookclub people, I'm Cyan! I first read the manga a few months ago, after Tristamp introduced me to Trigun. But I kinda rushed trough it and struggled to understand some of the more confusing action scenes, so Im super excited about the bookclub!

I don't have much to say about Volume 1, but some thoughts are under the cut:

• Browsing through the book club tag while reading Vol 1 really enhanced my reading experience! Thank you to all the people explaining action sequences or summarizing conversations <3

• That said, I still kinda struggled with the pacing in this volume, just as I did on my first read. This might be personal taste, but I feel like the art and story just flow so much better from Vol 2 and Trimax onward

• I do really like the character introductions here! We get a good look at Vash's pacifism and his backstory with Rem, the insurance girls and some cool themes about family.

• I absolutely love this cover with Milly and Meryl:

Thanks to @trigun-manga-overhaul for the scans and translations!

#trigunbookclub #cyan reads trigun #trigun manga #trigun

[linalavender]

[Spoilers] Chainsaw Man Chapter 134 thoughts, theories, and Ramblings

Hoo boy Okay. That was a chapter.

Sup its been a while, I didnt have too much to say about previous chapters but I got some thoughts I wanna share about this one, Its starting to become very interesting.

Well thats not actually true, The Church of Chainsaw Man and such is very interesting, but itll have to be another post!

First I wanted to talk about the Girls in the School hallway because I think they say some very interesting things:

"Nostradamus isnt a Devil y'know!"

But... by all the laws we know of this world, with enough fear from humanity its made manifest in Hell. And heck if things like Tomatoes have Devils then surely The 1999 Prophecy or Even Nostradamus himself must have manifested in Hell. "Oh but Nostradamus is a Specific person not a concept" So were Nazis, and we know there was a Nazi Devil that Pochita erased. and even so his prophecies are kind of concepts. I think they could definitely manifest as Devils in Hell.

Also I absolutely adore Fujimoto for blessing us with some Denji Nayuta day to day life stuff. Even if they are discussing something so serious as the Church getting Violent. Its starting to remind me so much of Fire Punch with the Church of Agni stuff.

I adore all the interior shots we get of Denji and Nayutas apartment, I can see all the love and joy they have together with everything its so heartwarming, From the Funny Far counter from like 10 chapters ago or something, to the Stickers on the toilet door, all the Dogs and Nyako, Everything is so nice. He really has gotten a Normal life, Or well being a Teenage boy raising a Kid is not normal but you get what I mean.

I think its adorable that he consults Pochita when he is uncertain. He fianlly has his normal life but... Is that enough anymore? Why does he feel like he needs to aim higher? Nyako fan service too, love to see it.

Now to the Meat and bones of the chapter Fakesaw Man makes an appearance. And I think its safe to say we have his Identity.

Devil Hunter Club member Seigi Akoku. I think its funny that i was reminded of Fire Punch so much lately when this guy bears a Striking resemblance to Agni himself.

Also hey thanks for the Reaction images of Denji they are incredible.

But I think its pretty fascinating its pretty much like alot of us thought (If his story is to be believed) He is a chainsaw man lookalike thanks to his perverted sense of Justice granted by the Justice Devil. Now he is so Powerful seemingly that one has to wonder what kind of Power he has trough Justice. Is he contracted, Is he a Hybrid? Is he a Fusion like Asa? Whatever he is, Im certain that Fami has him under her control. And im sure he can read the Minds of people like Yuko could, Im sure Fami might have told him anyways but hed know of Fami, Yoshida, Asa, Denji etc. He probably also Killed Yuko to get rid of a Justice Fiend.

What the hell is Fami aiming to achieve with all this?

How is Yoshida gonna react to Fakesaw man? Or is he gonna exploit this opportunity to Kill Nayuta if Fakesawman transforms? Pretend he isnt aware. Arent we all supposed to be on the same side here guys?

Fascniating stuff really.

#chainsaw man #Chainsaw man 134 #chainsaw man spoilers #spoilers

[shadale-s-safe-space]

HELLO

I just went through your comic and OH MY GOD, THAT'S AMAZING!!!

You've done a great job drawing all this, so impressive and really made my day! No words can describe how many emotions I felt when reading it over and over again. Totally skilled artist, your artworks just fire.

I'm so happy to hear that :'] I went trough a lot of emotions myself just trying to make the damn thing, from I think I've had my best idea yet, to what have I done I'm wasting my time, but I'm halfway there, [spoilers] there will be 3 chapters that I was very hesitant about . I'm happy to know that I have a leg to stand on so I don't have to fear the worst. I'm also happy you liked the art bcs my electronics sure didn't, to the point I had to restrain myself from some details just so I can finish a page without crashing. In a way it's noticeable on what pages I lost my determination and on what it came back. I guess my comic was a Rollercoaster for everyone.

Fun fact: it's the first comic that I actually finished and you could read it without needing the rest of the chapters.

And

Im very bad at words. I'm surprised people actually got emotional over it. Cuz I didn't expect it..... [ I actually just thought people gonna hate it and say how I ruined the whole series for them or something bcs when I drew sonadow thing as a commission for someone, extremely tame nothing interesting and to this day I still get comments from sonic fans saying how I ruined their childhood funny i drew it when i was 14-15 or sm]

#this is why i lov3 md fans #fuck everyone else #is this how it feels to be yourself and not get judged?

[lenguagesforaina]

Fall/winter lenguage goals

So I'm starting school again in less than a month, and with my re introduction to a rutine and the academic world, i want to set myself a more consistent scheduale for my lenguage learning, since i dont feel like im improving that much right now. I'm starting by setting a list in each one of my tl that i will try to achive in the upcoming 4 months before christmas.

DUTCH:

(I'm lower intermidate, been studiying it for a yean now)

Take 6 italki lessons

Keep a consistent daily diary

This I've already been doing and its working wanders, so I'm keeping it up and trying to writte at least a page a day every single day.

Find a lenguage exchange partner

(If you speak dutch and want to learn some spanish or catalan hit me up!)

Read 2 books

I have 2 books in dutch witch are for children but quite above my level rn, one about orangutans and one about witchcraft.

Go trough 4 magazines

I use magazines (children's ones, about animals and with lots of comics and games) to practice intensive reading, so i go trough them very slowly and paying attention to every single word.

Watch 25 hours of movies/tv in dutch (minimum)

Right now i'm watching My little pony , Tangled the series, and i want to start Wie is de mol

Watch dutch youtube in class

I study art and most of my classes will be studio time, so i'll try to chose youtube videos to have as background noise instead of music whenever i can use my headphones.

Master the 10.000 most common words

I'm planning on using Clozemaster for that, but i still need to get the premium version. Also my flashcard app of choice: Duocards. And compleating a vocabulary list notebook i bought recentley.

Learn to conjugate like a pro

I'll probablly be investing on buying a grammar book, but even if i can't get to that, i want to focus on learning conjugation well with videos or websites, more than eny other grammar point at this moment.

FRENCH:

(Used to be advanced but lost a lot of it, so im revivifying it step by step)

Master the 5.000 most common words

Sadly i've forgotten a lot of vocab so i want to start from the bottom again to solidify the basics in my brain

Get a grammar book and start it

If i can find it i want to dig up my old high school grammar book or find a simalar one secind hand.

Watch 6 movies in french

They'll probablly be Gibli films, since i find french really armonizes with the Gibli aesthetic.

Start reading a bit every day with apps

There are apps that show you a bit of art history, fun facts, or a history event that happened on that day every morning. You can set those in your tl and then you have a bit of reading every day provided to you in a subject you like!

Writte 1 or 2 short stories/texts every month

I dont want to writte as much as in dutch but i still want to practice my spelling, so ill be filling in 1 or 2 pages every other week with watever i feel like writting about.

Listen to more music in french and start analyzing song lyrics at least 1nce a week

Music is my main motivation to learn french so i'm gonna dive into it as much as possible

INDONESIAN:

(-0 beginner, haven't started yet)

Learn the 150 most common words

The basics: greetings,colors, animals, 10 common verbs, etc...

Get to the 1st checkpoint on Duolingo

Learn to introduce myself

Learn the basics of the grammar and save up for a grammar book

I'll probablly gift myself an indonesian textbook by christmas. Until then ill watch a lot of videos to famirialize myself with the grammar points.

Start a childrens tv show in indonesian

Also music! Instead of doing a lot hardcore studying i'll be just doing a lot of pasive learning and listening a lot

#lenguageleraning #lingblr #dark academia #learn dutch #travel #lenguages #studyblr #study blog #polyglot #dutch #indonesian #french #learn french

[earendilsass]

I posted 9,644 times in 2022

That's 9,644 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (0%)

9,601 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@beenovel

@blueberryrock

@outer-space-face

@dreamcatcher-ranger

@a-written-dream

I tagged 2,170 of my posts in 2022

#st - 542 posts

#silm - 330 posts

#toh - 188 posts

#ghost files - 176 posts

#watcher - 145 posts

#merlin - 116 posts

#the sandman - 86 posts

#pjo - 53 posts

#the witcher - 41 posts

#toh spoilers - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#depends on the vibes some books need to look like they've been read trough a hundred times but other need to look brand nee so cracked spin

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

4, 35 and 40!

Thanks for the ask

4. What cryptid monster do you belive in?

Idk, i should really learn more about cryptids i only know like a few well known ones and barely remember even their names

35. What's your timezone?

I only know its 2 h later than in england so rn its 12:47

40. Have u had any snacks today?

Im constantly in a car today so im always chewing gum but i also just had fries

6 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#4

Hey, im @kriimu10 and had to make a new blog cus my other one just randomly logged me out and i couldnt log back in

Im gonna tag some ppl i know follow me and hope they notice

@blueberryrock @burning-quesadilla @sundustingdryads @hellsitevistor @dreamcatcher-ranger @lumithearsonchild @percysupremeacy

6 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

#3

I forgot my keyes at home today so i have to wait until my mom gets home so i could get inside too

I've been in the library for like two hours now and im bored

9 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

#2

Some toh doodles

See the full post

12 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Everybody please fill this up it'll take like five minutes and i really need this for school and i need to have 20 answers by friday (ill be able to get most from ppl i know irl but i still need as many ppl from tumblr as possible)

Please share this to as many ppl as possible

Aslo my techer sees the responses so mabye behave

(If anybody wants there is a link to my friends survey in the rebblogs too)

Edit: apparently i have til monday morning and the more responses the better

@dreamcatcher-ranger @outer-space-face @burning-quesadilla @a-written-dream @blueberryrock @avantegarda

29 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[zeenbean]

my scrapped oc and more of her.

(pls excuse the quality i was half asleep while drawing it and fell asleep even before i could open my comp to write this😭)

these are my two designs of her

also im referring to more lore i wrote here

about her)

her name never was clearly established. it was always something about Siv, Sil, Silvia or Sybil. shes 17, and from the same reality as kiri. she was in the main story for a really long time, cause she was my technically third oc and she was there instead of kiri. that i added kiri, so they would be like friends and than i couldn't handle writing the story with two people. also she ended up like this third wheel bcs of that and i wouldnt like that

origin)

so as i said, she was there instead of and then with kiri. her origin is from other fictional character that im not gonna be naming bcs the og storyline was a fanfic i wrote in my head when i was 11 and im not gonna be embarrassing myself like that. so, bcs i would have too much work with rewriting the story(like if i already didnt rewrite it completely)her powers are same as the character she was based at. mind control. tbh it was mind control trough touch but im not gonna be giving more details cause ppl with general knowledge of some tv shows would know who was she based on and on who was the fanfic about(i can tell you, it was amy, my oc set in some world). i know that almost noone is reading this but the humiliating in front of nobody is painful.

her part in the story)

disclaimer: now im talking bout older version of the story so nothing makes sense)

shes bfs of kiri, where she and kiri was picked w mis b to help with destroying the fucking world. but they escaped and now are in some reality that is somehow protected from tracking people down.(this was a thing, you could track people by magic. so like 1 person is less trackable than two and so on)than they meet amy, blah blah, she helps them and starts following them like a fucking dog, she gets closer w kiri, blah blah, and then there was the problem. me not being able to handle write trios. amy had personality. kiri had personality. but siv was totally forgotten. she played a big role with her talking too loudly in the cafe where amy worked and than amy hearing about all of this, but, that was it. i could take that to my advantage and like get her angry at amy for wrecking their friendship but then there was gia who was a total nightmare and miss b on their necks and tree enemies are too much. or so i thought.

her design)

she was always the one with the weird haircut and alt appearance. the first one there id her if i got to the goth scenario and the second one.. idk. but i left out a lot from her outfit in the second. also i know goth is music based style and yes i wanted her to be goth idk why. but if she stayed in the story she would prolly ended up with something similar to the second one bcs its a comic and ain't drawing that much details.

fun facts that arent fun)

siv tried to kill amy several times. she was this gia of the past.

they werent a trio. for some period of thime there was this guy, liam, who i eventually roasted in some burning building.(literally and methaphorically)

amy was literally schizophrenic. i know its something to say that, but what i was making her go trough, (ad i remind you i was eleven😭)that were almost all symptons of schizophrenia.

at the end amy got TRAPPED IN SOME WEIRD PLACE FOR 1000 YEARS(that was technically gia bcs they are the same person but some things i was really mixing up

gia was possesed an was murdering everyone(pls someone take away the pen from 11yo me😭)

gia and amy had two big birthmarks on their faces and heterochromia in their og design

amy/gia were actually the only ones im the multiverse who didnt have a variaton of them. i cant call it like ONLY amy or only gia bcs amy was originally gia but thets my nameology

#art #help #comics #wtf #idk how to tag this #oc lore #scrapped concepts #scrapped oc #oc #original character #artists on tumblr #drawing

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Thank you very much for the ask!!! It really calmed me from the overwhelming tasks im in the middle of and reminded me that im not gonna clean forever🩵😅

Seeing my friends smile and succeed

A stray cat coming to greet me

Walking trough the city on a nice day

Finding postcards of art I love

Reading/Watching episodes where the people just interact without troubles that usually get them harsh

[bbina]

omo!! i waited to answer so i could read the update first!!

i’ve had some thoughts about the previous ones, so i’ll just put them here!! (i’ve been influenced by the city of yapsalot)

1- at first i was just wondering how wonbin would react to everyone going to ulsan, bc like, he did kinda go there for some alone time, and the group going to meet him there kinda defeats the purpose of that?? but wonbin is going trough it, poor boy, so ig he’ll be okay

2!!! - osaki “trust me” shotaro, he has a group of friends and a dream

3!!! - since i’ve been invited by the creator themselves, it’ll be a honor to join bbinaverse 🫣 i was just torn in between 🔬(to match the aesthetic) or 🪻(bc cute), so i shall leave it in your hands 🥹

nauurr u decide which emoji u want!! that defeats the purpose of being an anon 😔 anyway im gonna answer ur qs!

1. wonbin doesn’t know yet that they’re visiting 😌 and it has been a couple of days and probably at this point he has sorted his shit out (for now)

2. 6/8 of the backstreet boys ask him how will this all play out and he’s just like TRUST ME BRO 🙏🙏

3. u decide!!!

#mailbox #btl ask #i cant tag u just yet cus u havent picked an emoji! #just trust 🙏 wonbin won’t mind or will he who knows stay tuned to find out!

[rusted-sun]

think im gonna give up the royalty part of the world and make it all modern day. simply because, surprisingly enough, i dont wanna read trough articles upon articles of whatever bullshit those people have going on.

fun combo idea tho: modern day and hybrids combined. theres some food for thought. its probably all really stale and cold food, but its food.

#chess shh #many many many thoughts about bar joint owner elias and bouncer dominic

[blueempty]

I cant see shit when I take pictures facing the sun, its a miracle theyre often in focus

Had another late rise today. I hope I find the strength to wake up at 11am again soon. Today was good because I was not at jury duty. Thats all I can really ask for

I'm gonna start trying to learn one kanji a day on top of practicing my kana and numbers, and first one I picked is probably more complicated than I should have chosen, but I have a history with chinese characters so the complexity of the particular kanji isnt really a concern for me

Today I went with 願 (ねが ne ga), because I was going through my lessons again and like the first thing they teach you is introduce yourself! Say "onegaishimasu" and then I look up to read the kana and it says お願いします, and I'm like come on bro. So I learned that one. Maybe thats how I'll choose, I'll just go by whatever pops up next in my lessons lol. Its 19 strokes but I sat there and did it over and over for like 10 minutes and I think i got it. I actually like learning stroke order and stuff. I always preferred writing chinese over speaking it

I really need to get back to streaming, which i say all the time, but speedrunning and goofy challenge runs would be good for streams. Im trying to beat Onimusha without upgrading weapons or using healing items right now. The trick with that is if you kill enemies with an issen strike they always drop health souls, but issen are very hard to pull off. It forces you to really learn every enemies attack animations well, which is something I love doing

A big point of contention with me and my friends rn is they dont get how I can just sit and play Monster Hunter for multiple hours at a time. My brother has admitted many times now thay he is never paying attention when we play, he just auto pilots fights because he doesnt find enjoyment in fighting them once hes basically seen everything they can do. But like thats the fun, is learning how kill things faster and more efficiently. I can play for hours on end because its fun to react to something a monster did and cause it to fall out of the air mid jump because you knew your weapons hitboxes well enough to hit it backwards while it was above you. And then he points out thats the fun of fighting games and asks why i dont wanna play those anymore, and I'm like because I fucking hate other humans and the way their minds work lol. I want to abuse a poor helpless CPU player that cant even stand on two legs. The lizard men in Onimusha raise their little cleaver and I go haha idiot, and I instant kill their ass. Thats what sparks joy for me. Thats also why I've been playing games alone for two months I guess hehe

Anyways, thats not really me complaining exactly, I'm trying to be aware of my negativity you see, thats all to say that I love the slop Capcom puts in my trough. It's good slop. I'm also so fucking excited for Splatoon 3 Side Order (i guess) but more importantly HYDLIDE 3 COMES OUT TODAY YAHOOOO

Heres my kanji for today cuz the night sky hasnt been very photogenic around here. With and without guides

Live Long and Prosper

#skyposting #thoughtposting

[zoneofsmites]

Narrator: you try to examine the book, but the longer you stare the more those piercing, amethyst eyes draw you in. You've seen similar books in wizard's libraries - a tome on Thayan magic. A rare and expensive find, but people have gone mad reading less dangerous texts. Astarion: That looks terribly heavy. Why don't you let me carry it for you? Wyll: We surely shouldn't just leave such a threat out, where anyone could stumble across it.

Wyll is right, of course. Although we had to like, go trough a secret door and chat up a magic mirror and get past traps to even get here. But yes, too dangerous to leave out.

However.

We're also not destroying it.

This is forbidden necromancy knowledge. Lucien might be less grandstanding than some wizards in this party - not gonna name names 🙄 - but he is still a wizard. (ofc you have wizard hubris it came free with your xbox etc etc).

Is this a good idea? Oh absolutely not, Lucien is terrified of this book ruining him. Such a classic necromancer - destroying your soul for power. But it's not about power it's about knowledge, and hey with that tadpole in your head you have no cure for as of yet you're already a dead man walking.

(Also, I love you for trying Astarion, but this time im a necromancer, if anyone is reading the cursed necromancy book it's going to be the wizard who has a phd in it thanks.)

Narrator: The book's pull is irresistible; you feel changes, bettered, for having opened it. Suddenly, you are capable of anything - felling mountains, darkening suns, conversing with the dead.

astarion and gale disapproving the NECROMANCY PHD WIZARD READING THE CURSED TOME. like again - Lucien is infinitely more qualified than you two idiots. But go off kings.

#bg3 #oc: lucien levvine rainhold #playtrough: lucien #zone of truth