Silly, goofy , wacky girls 🖤🖤🖤
That amulet was probably the first time both of them laughed in their lives. I'd love to think they share all kinds of little things like that but in their relationship they're kind of big things. Like Shadow would take their cuddle time very seriously when Lae asks.
Also, Shadow is a sucker for romantic gestures and she would fall hard for Lae'zel once she starts opening up.
"What is a warrior without something precious to protect?"
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Do yall think the reason Leanders so intense is because he was affected by Mcs curse?
Maybe its slowly corrupting his mind (slowly because he's still a powerful mage) and for Leander losing control is being obsessive. Maybe that's another reason Leander told Mc to keep their curse a secret, to keep Mc his secret.
My friend wants me to add this part that he might want Mc to touch him because he is addicted to how the curse feels and how it lets him lose himself. They say "His kinky ass would be into that"
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okay i know we all love big brown doe eyed eddie but. can we please talk about how he has blue eyes in the book.
because like yeah in the book he's described as having greyish blue eyes. but like. eddie kaspbrak with weezer blue eyes. imagine it. right now. imagine tiny eddie like staring directly into richie's eyes to deliver an impassioned speech about infections. just staring. staring right into his very soul. now that would make the IT movies scary. or in the scene where henry stabs eddie and eddie's closing the shower curtain and he's like half laughing. imagine that scene and he has just. freakishly blue eyes. TERRIFYING.
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So I was finishing up homework for the night and was like "oh tomorrow's Wednesday I should write a quick wholesome oneshot" but couldn't think of anything that hadn't already been done and I happened to be listening to "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" and so angst popped into my head so then I accidentally drew this
"You cannot simply mess with the younger brother and not expect to face the wrath of the older brother."
(that was basically my entire thought during this)
((TAILS IS FINE HE'S JUST OUT OF IT OKAY, I WILL NEVER KILL EITHER OF THE BROTHERS 👌👌👌))
dalkamdkskamdmakakmdkaqkmfmaaknfaksndkaakkdkakaksj
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OKAY!!! My first DTIYS!!!
I’m going to try and keep this low pressure and fun🙏
Rules:
From Aug 10th to Sept 10th
1. As Long as you keep the subject (Wukong’s Warform) you can change whatever you like!!! The color palette, the pose, the setting, the outfit!! Whatever you have fun with most!!!
2. Tag me!! And use the hashtag #LavaFloweDTIYS 💕💕 I want to be able to reblog anyone who participates!!
Hope people have fun😊- I’m planning on randomly selecting one person to Win an Art Fight style commission (previous posts for example) and I will be opening commissions after the event ends✨
Also to info dump some, in the third set of hands, Wukong is holding a skullcap filled with brains and a knife. This is to reference Buddhist protection deities, which are depicted cutting up the brains as a symbol for destroying ignorance
This is also a kind of redraw from this piece I made back in October of last year
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anyone else up performing necromancy in the saw 2004 bathroom or is it just me and this doctorguy with a gay, haunted and slightly menacing aura ?
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I truly want someone to be as obsessed with me as Hannibal is to Will. I want it to be ugly and consuming and dangerous, just as those parts in me. Getting utterly hooked from the second they see me while looking past my own person-suit. God I crave for this
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Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.
The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.
"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."
And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.
Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.
That person was a child.
I was a child.
It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.
I'm not ashamed.
I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.
I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.
If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.
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