#painting memes with oils because why not

[elemit]

Astarion is David Rose

#astarion #schitts creek #bg3 memes #my art #painting memes with oils because why not

[sunsetmoonstreet]

⌕⠀WE'LL BE A FINE LINE . . .

Chapter 001

what how why is your ex fling in monaco

Pairing: Charles Leclerc & Fem! Artist! Reader

Author's Note: I apologize in advance if there are typographical or grammatical errors. Please note that English is not my first language. I hope you all enjoy reading.

The sound of crunching potato chips and aggressive keyboard typing mingled together with the silence that wrapped around the studio apartment. The sounds originated from the woman whose body was haphazardly strewed on the couch, resembling the shape of a starfish, and another woman who was ducked out on a table in one corner of the room, the curve of her spine resembling that of a shrimp’s.

You were the one who’s chewing noisily. Your loose, ruffled dress and denim jeans were stained with approximately twenty colors of oil paint; one could easily mistake it as a canvas instead of the one that was sitting on the wooden easel a few steps away. Your hand was feeding your hungry mouth the honey butter flavored potato chips while your other hand was holding your phone, your thumb lazily swiping across the screen. You were scrolling through Instagram mindlessly, now too bored to continue painting. You knew that the rough sketch of a woman on the canvas was severely judging you.

You momentarily stopped scrolling, your eyes boring into the photo that appeared on your feed. It was of a popular Chinese artist you followed. You couldn't remember the name.

The photo showed a woman in her white dress sitting elegantly in front of her canvas and easel. She was holding a brush and a glass palette with five colors splayed on its surface. Not a drop of paint on her porcelain skin nor her white dress. She looked so picturesque. Stunning. Beautiful. As if she was the art, not the artist.

Her studio was glowing from the natural light that entered through her gigantic arched window, draped with silky cream curtains. Not a single mess nor dirt nor grime in sight. Not even a speck of dust. A cell of bacteria would no doubt feel unwelcomed and back away from the place.

Your eyebrows furrowed, a vertical wrinkle appearing in between them. You never thought it was physically possible for an artist—a traditional one at that—to keep their studio pristine clean and impossibly neat while painting.

When you were painting, you spilled paint everywhere. You kept forgetting where you placed the paint brush only seconds after you set it down. You pulled your hair due to stress in the middle of your creative process and accidentally drank paint water instead of her coffee more times than you could count because the mugs looked identical in your sleep-deprived eyes and they were sitting right next to each other. Additionally, your posture was shaped like a shrimp. You spent more hours sharing art memes on Twitter or dancing in front of the canvas instead of actually putting work on the art unless acted upon by an abrupt inspiration that either came in the form of a deadline or a random burst of energy at three in the morning.

“I should start cleaning,” you announced to no one in particular.

Georgia, your flatmate, a friend you made from art university and a fellow broke and struggling creative—a writer, to be specific—glanced up from her laptop on her table. Her eyes were surrounded by dark rings, her cheeks sunken. Her bed head looked extra messy today. Wait, could it even be considered bed hair if she hadn't slept in the last forty-eight hours?

“You should,” she agreed with a tired sigh. You caught the underlying meaning of her words and it was: Please start cleaning our apartment. I beg you. I don't even know if this can be considered an apartment. This is just a hellhole. Or something along those lines. Unfortunately, the will to clean disappeared after she agreed.

“I suddenly don't want to.”

Georgia made a face that looked similar to the face she pulled when she was simultaneously experiencing a hangover and dysmenorrhea but spoke nothing. She ducked her head down on the laptop and her fingers began rapidly slamming against the keyboard keys again. Georgia was absolutely showing no mercy in writing her book the past few days. Her goal was to become a New York Time’s Bestseller author in less than a year and honestly, her drive was admirable.

Your phone started vibrating, making you glance down on the screen. When you saw the caller ID, you snapped to a stand at an inhumane speed and jogged up to your room, slamming the door behind you. You pressed the answer button excitedly and placed the phone against your ear. A smile was already touching the corners of your lips before you even heard the voice from the other side of the line.

“Hi Lovie, what’s up?” you asked in barely contained excitement.

“Hi Dearie, sorry for calling this late.”

“No, it’s fine. It's like…” you glanced at the digital wall clock hanging above your bed. Squinting, you walked up to the clock and climbed up to the mattress because your 200-200 vision wouldn't allow you to read something unless you’re standing less than half a meter from it. “...8:21 PM in here.”

“Oh goodie,” she said, her relief audible.

“Is something wrong, Lovie?” you asked, slowly growing worried. Your smile faded a little and crinkles appeared on your forehead.

“Oh no, nothing's wrong. I just…” A moment’s pause. “I kind of need your help?”

With no hesitation, you asked: “What do you need, Love?”

“It's quite a lengthy request,” she said, somewhat sheepish.

“I have time.”

Even if the world would end tomorrow and everyone would run on borrowed time, you would still make time for Lovie. The half of your heart. The half of your soul. Your mirror and your opposite. Your sister by bond. Your cousin by blood. Let it be known to the world that you’d do anything for Lovie.

Even enduring a seventeen-hour flight to Monaco that cost nearly half of the amount currently deposited in your savings account snuggled up in a seat next to the toilet with only a small amount of room for your legs to flex or even breathe. You slept through half the flight and spent the other half working on your unfinished digital art commissions to keep your sanity in check. You survived the entire flight and landed with every single brain cell flying around your brain being the same number as when you left America. A win for you. You - 1. Plane - 0.

The international airport in Monaco was massive. And you couldn't read the signs because of your astigmatism. You knew it was only a matter of time before you got lost. Five minutes, give or take. If God decided that you deserve mercy, maybe ten.

dearie (you): luv i dont know where im going where are you

lovie: im heree near the exit i have balloons

dearie (you): luv i have astigmatism i cant read shit

luvie: oh

You dragged your luggage through the airport, navigating through the crowd of bodies. You heard someone scream your name and when you turned your head trying to locate the source, a body slammed against you so hard that you almost toppled over the floor. Two arms from behind you wrapped around your upper body, squeezing you so hard you heard your bones crack.

“Dearie!”

“Love,” you choked out, face contorting in pain. “Lovie, Jesus, my ribs.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.”

You sharply inhaled when the arms disappeared and you no longer felt pressure on your ribs, rubbing the sore area under your left breast to soothe the pain. You turned to see Lovie’s apologetic smile. She scratched the back of her neck bashfully.

Lovie was as pretty as you remembered. No, she looked strikingly prettier than the girl in your memories. You watched her uploaded vlogs in Youtube when you had the time but the screen could not even bring justice to her beauty in real life.

Her blonde-brown shoulder-length hair was curled in elegant waves, cascading down her willowy shoulders. She opted for an almond palette makeup today and even with a natural palette makeup, she was glowing. Her full and pouty lips were colored with a shade of flattering rose. She needed no blush; her cheeks were already glowing a natural pink. She was dressed in a flowy floral midi dress and simple flats. In her hand, two pink and glittery helium balloons, shaped like hearts.

She had always been the prettier one out of the two of you.

“Let me do the hugging,” you said and pulled her into a hug and made sure you weren't squeezing her ribs, an action she welcomed with a sunny grin and open arms.

“I missed you, Lovie.” Your words bled with sincerity. You missed her. This was Lovie. Half of your heart. Half of your soul.

She tightened the hug, “And I you, Dearie.”

Lovie pulled herself away from the embrace but kept her hands on your shoulders, her eyes scanning your appearance from top to bottom.

“You look well,” she commented. “Love the denim pants. Where’d you get it?”

You took one step backwards and twirled around like a princess, flexing your legs to show off your light wash denim pants and the mustard yellow converse. Your chest was puffed out, your chin raised slightly.

“I thrifted them and painted the daisies,” you said, a radiant and proud smile adorning your face.

Lovie gasped, amazed. She clapped her hands enthusiastically, “Absolutely love it. You should definitely paint some of my pants.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” you giggled. Your head was already coming up for possible designs. Floral designs mostly. You knew Lovie adored flowers. “How are you, Lovie?”

“Oh, we have a lot to talk about but first,” she took your bag from your hands and she handed you the balloons. “We have to eat. You look very thin.”

“I have a very effective diet plan. It's called starvation,” you jested and Lovie gasped so loud, making it seem like you just spilled the juiciest and most scandalous tea in the entire world.

“Dearie!” Lovie scolded, slapping your shoulder but the hit barely inflicted any pain. “That wasn't a good joke.”

You laughed, uncaring.

“You hungry?” Lovie asked.

“Starved.” You weren't exaggerating.

You looped your arms with one another and with matching grins, walked out of the airport.

You and Lovie ate at a café whose name you couldn't remember. The puffle waffles were a blessing from heaven, served with vanilla ice cream and drizzled with rich chocolate sauce and almonds. You paired it with a tall glass of lemon iced tea. Lovie ordered a slice of carrot cake and tiramisu, that she shared with you, and a steaming cup of tea.

The two of you spent nearly three hours catching up with each other’s latest and hottest teas while enjoying the cityscape that Monaco provided. After that, Lovie drove to her apartment.

Your jaw dropped upon entering her place. The building looked unassuming on the outside but Lovie’s unit looked like it was more expensive than four years worth of tuition in an art school in L.A.. Refined elegance, that was what you immediately thought upon setting your foot on the marble floors. You were immediately greeted by a spacious living area bathing in natural light streaming through her gigantic arched window. Above your head hung a miniature crystal chandelier.

Impressive.

But also scary.

You took a wide step to the left so you wouldn't stand directly below it.

“Nice theme you have here,” you complimented. The feeling of familiarity embraced you the longer you scanned Lovie’s place. “Cream and marble. Reminds me of…”

“Home,” she said at the same time you said, “St. Clair’s.”

Your gazes snapped towards each other in perfect synchronization, meeting each other’s eyes.

Home was St. Clair's. Always had been for Lovie. Four hundred hectares. Twin Baroque facade mansions. Nearly two-hundred rooms in one mansion, totalling to approximately four hundred rooms. Everything inside was marble and cream and gold, dripping in absolute luxury. The gardens were enormous. The stables had an outdoor riding area. There was golf course, a private lake, and an orchard. It was a ridiculous display of wealth that was possessed by your and Lovie’s grandfather, passed down from generation to generation.

To you, however, St. Clair's was a place comparable to the mouth of a shark. A place you had to survive, a place you had to swim away from to live.

You unconsciously rubbed your throat, “Yeah.”

The interior design of Lovie’s apartment held numerous similarities to the house in your memories. The house you left. Your first grave. Marble and cream and a slight touches of gold here and there. Quiet luxury.

Lovie slid past you and excitedly grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your train of thoughts, “Come here, I’ll show you your room!”

You unpacked your belongings for the rest of the afternoon. Lovie helped you. By help, you meant she opened your suitcase for you, pointed to the closet where you would be putting your clothes in, sat on your bed after and talked your ear off. You didn't mind. You loved listening to Lovie anyway while you did all the work.

By the time you were done, the sun was already replaced by the moon in the sky with the stars accompanying it. You ate microwaved macaroni and cheese with Lovie and it tasted a thousand times better than all the times you had to eat microwaved macaroni and cheese in your L.A. apartment with only your Pinterest and sketchbook to keep you company whilst eating. Then, you talked and talked and talked until Lovie had to surrender herself to slumber after yawning five times within the same minute. Her eyes were teary and drooping. She was reluctant to retire to her bedroom and you basically forced her to. Lovie always maintained healthy sleeping hours. You on the other hand? You were incapable of having regular human sleeping and waking hours.

While Lovie slept and you were left alone inside the living room with walls that were sneering at you, you craved air. So you went out to the balcony and let the chilly evening air hug your entire body. Goose flesh rose on your skin. Nothing shielded you from the cold other than a crocheted cardigan, which obviously did not do much, but you weren't too bothered with it.

Monaco looked spectacular at night time. The buildings, an architectural combination of modernity and history, stood proudly beneath the light of the moon. The city lights mirrored the star-studded sky, blinking and gazing down on you like a thousand eyes. The grand silhouettes of the billion-worth yachts in the Monte Carlo harbor bobbed gently on the shimmering waters.

You bet it would look more beautiful if you could fucking see. You cracked your prescription glasses a month ago and the damage was not fixable by masking tape so it was time to let it go. You haven't worn prescription glasses ever since. Nonetheless, the view was still nice. Or at least, you assumed it was nice.

You raised a cigarette stick to your mouth and trapped it in between your lips. You patted your pockets for your lighter. Your forehead tightened when you couldn't feel its shape beneath your hands.

You flipped out your pockets and only a handful of receipts, an elastic hair tie, two pennies, and a Vicks menthol inhaler came out. No lighter in sight. You breathed out of your nose loudly, the early signs of frustration scratching the back of your skull.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath and continued patting down your pockets.

When you raised your head, your eyes landed on a person-shaped blue standing in the neighboring balcony. A man, judging from the height and the build. He was wearing a white hoodie, jeans, and you couldn't see anything else well because of the darkness that surrounded everything.

“Oh hey,” you offered a polite tight-lipped smile. Then you continued to rummage through your back pockets for your lighter.

You heard someone say your name. Every single muscle in your body tensed and you held your breath.. Your eyes grew wide in horror. You knew that voice. It had been a year since you heard it.

Your chin snapped up and you stared at the blurry man on the neighboring balcony and oh shit, the feeling of familiarity hit you like a ten-wheeler truck. This shape could only belong to Charles. You would know the shape of the man, you drew and painted him enough times. It was stupid how you didn't notice earlier. You should have noticed it straight away. The thick neck should have given it away as did the baggy jeans.

A single question rang in your mind like a bell. The fuck was Charles Leclerc doing in Monaco?

Then, Charles said your name again, longing, desperate, and disbelieving. The sound of your name on his mouth gave birth to a thousand feelings within your chest, exploding all at once and you hated how it had never changed even though you hadn't seen each other for quite a long time. “I—”

It was like your knees grew a brain of its own, doing things before you could fully grasp the situation you were in. Your knees folded and your depth perception miscalculated, causing you to violently bash your face, your nose most especially, on the top rail and fall backwards at the impact. The back of your head slammed against the balcony floor. You loudly groaned in pain, eyes watering. You were sure you lost at least a thousand brain cells from those two impacts alone.

You heard Charles yell your name out in worry. Embarrassment filled you and you clutched your nose, quickly rolling on your side and scrambling to a stand. You almost hit your face again on the glass sliding door as you slid it open, your movements panicked and erratic, but fortunately, you didn't acquire further damage on your face as you stumbled back inside the safety of Lovie’s apartment.

“Lovie!” you called. Silence answered you. “Oh fuck, my nose!”

Then you remembered that Lovie had already retired to her bedroom and surrendered to sleep. You hissed to yourself, realizing you couldn't wake her up. You didn't have the heart to disturb her, so you rushed to the kitchen to ice your injury.

Fortunately, you didn't bruise your face. A small patch of skin on your nose bridge got torn, however, it was nothing a good old bandage couldn't fix.

When you exited your bedroom and headed to the kitchen the following morning, Lovie was already there, quietly eating her breakfast which consisted of two sunny side up eggs that looked too runny to your liking and milk. You slammed your palms against her birch wood table, the sound bouncing off the walls of her kitchen. The action startled Lovie, causing her to flinch and nearly drop her phone.. Her chin tilted up to your face, her big blue eyes wide as saucers.

“Your neighbor is Charles Leclerc, Lovie,” you began slowly, your hands making pinching gestures and accidentally looking like that one meme of a black woman in a white shirt in the explaining meme. “The Charles Leclerc.”

Lovie’s expression turned into that of confusion. She stopped chewing, lowering her fork back down on her plate.

“What happened to your nose?”

“Your neighbor,” you said, ignoring her question. “Is. Charles. Leclerc.”

“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” she asked, chin tilting slightly. “Are you afraid of celebrities?”

“He's an F1 driver.”

“Yes, I know. I come to his races sometimes. And he comes here once in a while for dinner. We're friends,” your jaw dropped to the floor. “And his mom is literally the best hairdresser there is. I love her.”

You paled. Great. Absolutely great. All the forces in the universe were definitely conspiring on how to end you.

“Are you afraid of F1 drivers? Because unfortunately for you, some of them live close by. There's another driver just three floors below and like two in the neighboring buildings. Wait, are you a fan? Is this the reason for your stress?”

“No!” you cleared your throat when Lovie looked taken aback at the sudden increase in the volume of your voice. “Sorry, uh, no. Not afraid. Not a fan of racing either.”

The reason for your stress being Lovie’s neighbor, Charles Leclerc, who was your ex-fling that you had ghosted one year and seven months ago. But you couldn't tell Lovie that, could you?

#charles leclerc #cl16 #formula one #ferrari #charles leclerc x reader #cl16 x reader #charles leclerc x you #cl16 x you #fanfic #sunsetmoonstreet fics

[swevene]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

--- BASICS

ʚ♡ɞ NAME: kelsey ʚ♡ɞ PRONOUNS: she/her ʚ♡ɞ ZODIAC SIGN: libra ʚ♡ɞ Taken or Single: married

--- THREE FACTS

ʚ♡ɞ i have two guinea pigs! their names are cheddar and coco and they are sweet boys c: also three cats. ʚ♡ɞ i self taught myself to paint! followed a lot of youtube videos i really love using acrylic but occasionally use watercolor. i can't do oil because of my lungs but the one time i did i hated it. it's just so very different. ʚ♡ɞ if it isn't already obvious i love fairy tales!! i really love reading the original story and interesting twist and takes on them. also comparing the original to disney to see how much they change. it's just super fun and interesting to me.

--- EXPERIENCE

ʚ♡ɞ PLATFORMS USED: tumblr ʚ♡ɞ PLOTTING/WINGING IT/MEMES: all of them! memes can be fun way to break the ice for new interactions! and plotting and winging it can work hand in hand sometimes. though i do love them deep thought out plots.

--- MUSE PREFERENCE

ʚ♡ɞ GENDER: usually i write males but i love females too! ʚ♡ɞ MULTI OR SINGLE: i use to be single but now that i've used multi it's a lot more convenient. especially for characters from the same fandom/genre ! ʚ♡ɞ LEAST FAVORITE FACECLAIM(S): i dont really use faceclaims so i have no idea. other than like people using youtubers and things like that. idk why just don't like them for some reason.

--- FLUFF/ANGST/SMUT

ʚ♡ɞ FLUFF: fluff is precious and wholesome so yes!! ʚ♡ɞ ANGST: angst can be fun and help develop your character more so yes! ʚ♡ɞ SMUT: i don't like smut at all. it makes me uncomfortable. i'm okay with implied/faded to black but that's about it.

stole from @intothewildsea

#⚜ dash games

[sadistpet]

UNTITLED HEADCANON QUESTIONS.

@mechahero: What would make your muse consider someone as their enemy?

honestly ... if you Exist in a way that bothers him. but in more classic terms of an "enemy", harming him or anyone he cares about or anything he stands for is enough to make him think of someone as an enemy. being part of the military, he has a kinda. strict perception on who and what is The Enemy in militaristic terms, but on a personal level, yeah, anything that typically harms him or those he cares about will make you an enemy to him.

he considers big boss, eva, and revolver ocelot to be his only really true enemies for their parts in volgin's death. hell hath no fury than a feminine boy scorned

What would be your muse's reaction to criticism?

depends on a lot of factors ; who it's coming from, how he's feeling at the time. for the most part, he can brush it off without much of a care -- he does get annoyed, but more at the audacity of someone daring to criticise him than anything they actually say. he has a somewhat stable sense of self esteem due to his position as a major, but if he's not doing particularly well, it's more likely to hit him harder. any insults to his appearance tend to hurt him too, and any of those ones that are like ykno. a deeply cutting and revealing psychological reading. he hates that shit. unlikely he'll get upset, at least in front of others, but he will get angry because he does NOT enjoy being psychoanalysed like that.

@bladeinstinct: Does your muse have a morning routine after waking up, a night routine before going to sleep, or both? Describe it. / YEAH????

YES TO BOTH BECAUSE HES SO ANNOYING <;/3

morning routine starts with him taking far too long to get out of bed because he's sleepy and comfortable. and lazy. but when he finally does, he probably brushes his teeth, has a shower, dries and brushes his hair which takes the longest time because he brushes his hair 100 times, does his gay little skincare routine ( which isn't much more than like cleanser and moisturiser because that's how it was in the 60s, ) puts on the small amount of makeup he wears, gets dressed, and then he has breakfast probably at like literally 11:59 because that's how long it takes him to get up. he's so silly

his night routine is probably more variable ; he does his rounds in the evening before heading to him and volgin's room, which is the only really consistent part, but it differs from that point on depending on whether or not the colonel is there. he is a busy man, after all. so raikov's night routine either starts with some much-needed intimacy, or with him whining and huffing and being lonely because he has the separation anxiety of an oupy dog. if volgin is away from groznyj grad at the time, i'd imagine they'd call each other to talk before bed and ivan hates having to say goodbye because he's dependent like that ^-^ he has a very vague routine of eating, cleaning his makeup off, and getting undressed before bed ; but oftentimes he ends up falling asleep without much else, whether it be from exertion or exhaustion. though when volgin isn't there, it's a lot harder for him to fall asleep and stay asleep. he passes the time by reading :3

i have conveniently omitted the amount of hardcore electro sex from his routines because it would turn this ask meme into a novel but his night routine w/ volgin is genuinely like. has sex. has sex. has sex. has sex. reads a book for 5 minutes (during sex). has sex. falls asleep. wakes up in the middle of the night to scrounge for food like an animal. has sex. goes to sleep

What is your muse's favorite art medium, if they have one? Why?

depends on what you'd define as an art medium ! in terms of like traditional art i'd imagine he wouldn't be too fussed about any of them, but he seems like the type to enjoy oil paintings and watercolours the most. marble sculptures, too, and art through fashion are things he'd be super interested in as well. the latter because... look at him. the rest because they seem very ethereal and dreamlike, almost fairytale, and we all know he loves those.

in a more general sense though, his favourite art medium would be dance, specifically ballet. he was exceptionally drawn to it as a child, particularly the way of how stories and emotions are expressed through the body alone. the amount of physical work that goes into it, the literal blood, sweat and tears of it all, is something that only deepens its meaning to him. there's something very sacrificial about it.

oh, and torture, of course. blades and chains and wire and such. but like... obviously

#thjks took me so long gods bless im so sleepy. smiles #g: ¦ ❝ answered. ❞ #g: ¦ ❝ headcanons. ❞

[artwithoutblood]

he tried hurting me is all.

Oh no… Sorry Aeron. The wording was so ambiguous. The betrayal of Ephah (towards Aeron) vs the betrayal of Ephah (by Aeron). 

When puzzling I leaned too hard on the context clues of the yandere/yangire deal seen in Limerence and came to the wrong conclusion that Aeron had been the aggressor.

It has definitely been a thing in many cultures to try and consume another’s powers, from outright cannibalism to people taking relics from the bodies of saints.

this is basically what happened. it's randomized, it's rare, but that's it. that is why the faces all turn blank but the eyes look the same of those around whoever enters "the spiral", as dubbed by aeron and genesis in the demo.

Woo! Wild speculation got one thing right!

anything that has eyes represented

Uh oh. Suddenly glad of not having any posters on the wall.

Damn. When doing that computer lesson meme I should have made Aeron stare directly out of the screen (like those paintings where the eyes follow you). Genesis kind of is looking at the viewer though.

i repair paintings that are affected in the spirals because i feel it is my duty. no one is going to do it as well as i will!

I take it Aeron has seen Ecce Homo, or the oil paintings given ‘90s style eyebrows.

aeron otherwise "preserves" dead lovers by taking pieces from them and keeping them in a collection.

Lock of hair, fairly traditional mourning custom… Body parts, serial killer territory… Completely confused and a little concerned about the tiny mermaid in that jar.

yes. erebus was a case. a very, very mild case touched by the manifestation.

Ah. So Eri was affected but not deliberately by Aeron. The street fight part is now confusing as the hallucinations started after the knock to the head affected his eyes. Unless those were separate things? Or he was attacked by someone affected and shoved back, or was in the very early stage before the hallucinations but had just begun spiralling.

aeron very explicitly states that he is willing to relinquish control from erebus. he already has.

[Eri screaming off screen about being bathed] /j

their relationship is built on misunderstandings on both sides. there is a happy ending for them. 

*chants softly* Aerebus. Aerebus.

ripped everything out of their body, leaving them hollow

Did Lucia die completely? Or did they get sewn up with a Y incision and begin a new unlife as Scarlett? It contradicts all logic but I want them to have. And then they kill Silas, stopping his rampage.

i wouldn't say you exactly die with it every time. sometimes you just become something different. you know what i think the only solution is?

Sweet, a new and improved form. You will all regret this >:)

i am an aggressor. i always have been. but that doesn't mean i always am...well, i usually am, but i wasn't in this case. for once. though, perhaps, what i did to him led to this.

for clarification, the street fight, which caused erebus head and eye trauma, are the same event. this was a brush while walking home, where a spiraling aggressor attacked him.

don't worry, i'm unfortunately aware of ecce homo.

aeron thinks the people he loved are important. they are, of course. they know no one else will remember the people he loved. so, in addition to writing obituaries for every person that fall into their hands, they have a personal, private exhibit, just for their gaze.

the player will find those items. depending on how many they collect over their playthrough, they'll be able to access the main room of them.

lucia was killed completely. there was only a few eyes in her skin. her organs were taken. probably eaten by silas. a horrible way to go.

#aeron ask #erebus ask #silas ask

[sanversandfriends]

Today we're delighted to hear from @rdshirt, a longtime Sanvers fan and 2022 Big Bang artist. She'll talk about the importance of finishing things, and why, as she puts it in the intro to her A03 piece, we should all "sign up for the scary stuff."

Thanks, Redshirt!

Tell us a little about yourself. How long have you been creating fan art? What were some of your first subjects and what ships/characters in the SG universe have you illustrated? 

 I never did any fan art until I signed up for the Sanvers Big Bang. That was the first time I had ever made humans that managed to actually resemble the humans they were supposed to be. (Know that meme where the horse starts out great on one end and looks like a toddler drew the other end? Well…all the drawings in the figure art class I took all remained headless for a reason.) It was exciting to learn the new skills and have it finally click for me.

What are your favorite mediums to work with? 

Since I was young I’ve been an oil painter. Though I did have a long hiatus from that, because I promised someone a painting and when I didn’t deliver I felt too guilty to paint anything else. Good news, I’m back painting again. (Y’all I had to finish that painting before the person died and I felt guilty for the rest of my life.)

For the fan art, I’m using Procreate to make digital artwork. I like it for this, because I can play around and change things easily.

What kinds of scenes do you enjoy illustrating? Do you have any favorite tropes or themes? Imagery that you like to work with? 

 I enjoyed the ranch scenery of my Big Bang. I’m comfortable with landscape and it allowed me to ease in to (*cough* procrastinate *cough*) the portrait part that I was nervous about. I’m excited about the imagery in my Finish-the-Fic match. It is very visual and there are a lot of things for me to play with.

 Any advice for aspiring fan artists? 

Do it. Do it because you want to and it makes you happy. Even if you’re scared. Even if you don’t think you’re “good enough”. You’re always going to see all the flaws in your own work. But I guarantee 99% of other folks seeing it are just going to be excited because there is fan art of the thing they also love. (And don’t worry about that other 1%, what they think doesn’t matter.)

Do you have a gallery of online work you’d like to post a link to?

I don’t have a gallery, but the Big Bang I did the art for is The Long Way by jkbtseriously (JessAnn), maybe go give that a read if you haven’t  https://archiveofourown.org/works/43060836/chapters/108205251 

#Sanvers #Supergirl #Finish the Fic #Fan Art #Getting Started #Sign up for the Scary Stuff

[dearlyjun]

going to school in the spring for… visual arts. most specifically oil painting and fiber arts.

i’m a loser with grandma hobbies

LIA IM CRYING THE MEME STOP I HAVE NO IDEA WHY WE ARE NOT MOOTS BRB FIXING THAT RN I THINK U SLIPPED THROUGH THE CRACKS😭

ok but pardon me I had to google what fiber arts was I am a retired art geek

im getting such heavy soobin vibes tbh….my sweetie pie honey bunches of oats (?) would absolutely be thrilled to create projects with you as practice. but literally be careful because I can so see him accidentally setting his elbow in the paint and / or spilling it literally everywhere. might quite literally have it all over his clothes. also loves to watch you do your thing and would ask so many questions.

bonus ship: beomgyu!! he would get so excited if you asked him to help with something. does get the zoomies sometimes though so would not leave anything delicate in the vicinity of him. don’t think he’d spill the paint but he’d probably almost spill the brush cup. I think he’d reallyyyy enjoy watching you quietly work on things. would probably end up falling asleep because he’s so relaxed.

okay I found this so so cute enjoy🪄

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#ash replies #nightlytyuns

[mayra-quijotescx]

I had to find William-Adolphe Bouguereau's 1850 oil-on-canvas painting of Dante and Virgil in Hell for scholarly reasons (making a dumbass meme to send to my wife about a part of dunmeshi that happens 80-some-odd chapters in) and thank God for wikipedia having the full thing because sifting through pages of image search gave me either entirely unrelated stuff or excerpts of only Dante and Virgil's faces.

"Why is that frustrating, aren't they the subjects?" While the painting is named for them, they are solidly in the background of it. The focal point of the painting is two guys, nude as glory, in some kind of entanglement (sex? violence? both??) the pursuit of which has planted one guy's teeth around the other guy's throat, while also grabbing him by the arm and kneeing him in the back (as one does.) You'd be forgiven at first glance for not realizing the titular subjects are even there, as it pulls the eye almost physically. These two take up 2/3rds of the painting, D&V get about half of the remaining third.

It's not a safe search thing, I keep that switched off.

I'm not going to go on a long rant about censorship, purity culture and the internet, and art history, I'm tired and more eloquent people have already said it better. But I am going to make a dumbass meme about it.

[dilesxpressions]

Welton Czhang

1. Name, Year, Major, and Hometown

My name is Welton Czhang, I’m an Animal Science major, and my hometown is San Gabriel!

2. What’s your roman empire?

My roman empire is thinking about cats and how complete my life would be if I had pets, how I can constantly adapt and improve my boxing stances and punches, and finally how frequently I can plan hangouts with people around my schedule while also leaving to study. 

3. What is the best compliment you have ever received?

The best compliments I have ever received are from my friends stating how I do the most for other people, and give away so much love.

4. If your life was a movie what genre would it be (comedy, horror, drama, etc.) and what actor would play you?

If life was a movie the genre for mine would be a dramedy! David Tennant would play me and absolutely crush my role.

5. What is something on your college bucket list?

Something on my college bucket list is to bike all around Davis from night until morning with myself, a friend, or a group of friends, and to not check our phones for the entire duration of that time. Only until morning would we check where we’ve been, and track the amount of miles we’ve biked, and then bike back home! 

6. What’s your guilty pleasure? (song, movie, food etc.)

My guilty pleasure is spending a LOT of screen time on Instagram sending silly reels or memes to my friends. 

7. What are your bad habits?

I do not make my bed every morning, I sometimes do not wake up on my first, second, third, fourth, or fifth alarm because I am a heavy sleeper, and I enjoy my long showers. (~40 mins) 

8. What are your favorite song lyrics?

One of my favorite song lyrics is from Last Kiss, “I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets, How you’d kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, There’s not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions. And I’ll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes, all that I know is I don’t know, how to be something you miss. “ I love how Taylor can tell stories in a song, maybe it’s romantic, maybe it’s bittersweet, but the way the lyrics rhyme and be catchy as well as paint a picture in your head is why I love Last Kiss, as well the rest of her music!

9. Defend your unpopular opinion/ hot take

In n Out is mid, the bread tastes like sandpaper, McDonald’s is better in literally everything, Cane’s is also mid, it tastes so plain, if it wasn’t for Cane’s sauce, they would be nothing. KFC is the best fast-food place for chicken because I grew up with it, and the oil, skin, and chicken they make has the best 1:1:1 ratio. Drake only knows how to make catchy, popular songs but is not a good artist. I like some of his songs but he is not good. 

10. Describe a time where you had to step up and be a leader?

One high challenge situation that really put me in a leadership position was the time that I was placed into a group project where we had to create a song about DNA, and I was a freshman who had just recently transferred into high school. In my group were sophomores and juniors who were uninterested in cooperating with me in completing the project, rather, they much preferred each other’s company. They spent most of their time joking and chatting with each other, and initially it was so hard to get anything serious and project-related done. They also ignored me or glossed over what I, a freshman, had to say. With a deadline a couple weeks away, I spent a good chunk of my time first setting aside my own differences from the group so that I could bond with each one of them personally before bringing them all together so we could achieve the task that loomed ahead of us. If they wanted to have fun, we had fun, we just made the project fun in our way! It wasn’t easy, the communication aspect and team-bonding part was already not a part of the assignment, taking up so much time for effective planning. Regardless, our final product was something that we all collectively put our heads together for, and we ended up really happy with the outcome. When it came our turn to present our song, my teacher loved it, and the class cheered us on afterwards with a standing ovation.

#gudechaco's giggling pussy crushers

[levtie-art]

Diploma main diploma 1/3

"Dutch baroque masters portraits" Reproduction

Johannes Vermeer -Girl with peral earring

100x70 oil on canvas

9.2021- 3.2022

(After i picked this as the painting for Vermeer everyone started bombarding me with this painting everywere like gifts, memes, constantly talked about it... It made me sick of it and i see it everywere now and i stopped enjoying it and kindna resented it, cuz everyone showed it to me like im a obsessed fangirl of this painting wchitch im not and wasnt, i just picked it for my diploma and people made me resent it by showing it intho my face because of it i finished it last ,eaven thou i started it first. by the pressure of others and making me uncomfortable and, not like it anymore. 80℅ progress was made in September+october 2021 and then finished in march as last one barley cuz i was just sick off her cuz of ppl and rly didnt wanna thats why u see the clear contrast between the body and the face)

(i gave up on the end as u can see with the face being worse quality over the rest of the body since i didnt care anymore especialy since it was timeconsuming and expensive to do this and i dont have any rights to the finished paintings or ownership so yea... "Why be too good ")

#my art #old art #artists on tumblr #reproduction #art reproduction #art diploma #oil painting #portrait painting #portrait #vermeer #girl with pearl earring #johannes vermeer #oil paint #traditional painting

[sugar-petals]

can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;

i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.

myg at home headcanon

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The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.

He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.

Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.

Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.

Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.

Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.

What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.

He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.

Self-made paintings everywhere around his house. 

Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.

Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like. 

Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.

There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.

His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.

Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.

Owns lord knows how many comic collections.

Favorite holiday destination: New York.

Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.

Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.

Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.

No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.

Chronically addicted to making out.

Matching black outfits and glasses.

Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.

Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.

It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.

He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine. 

If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.

If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.

If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.

He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.

But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.

He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.

If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.

In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.

Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.

Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.

Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.

He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.

Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship. 

This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.

Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.

Yoongi shaves his legs.

All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.

He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.

Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.

Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like. 

Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.

Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.

Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.

Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.

He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.

Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.

He collects pajamas and earrings.

Swears on the phone.

Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.

Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that. 

He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.

Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same. 

Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.

Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.

Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.

Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.

Scrubs the bathroom religiously.

The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.

Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.

Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket. 

Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.

He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.

Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.

Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.

Couple sunrise watching. 

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#yoongi #yoongi hc #yoongi x reader #bts #bts x reader #bts hc #yoongi scenario

[dirtycccat]

the demon bros + (un)dateables  drunk

tw for drinking so if you’re not into that yeah be warned. also there’s some mentions of horniness because uhhh,,,ya know

 Lucifer

normal soft drunk

it’s neither too easy nor too hard to get him drunk

also his drink of choice is probably wine really really expensive wine

he has a pretty high tolerance but not as high as his party animal bros

since it looks like he drinks pretty often if you look at all the alcohol in his  mancave  study

it’s canon he’s a soft drunk??? which,,,, cute

but also chaotic af

i feel like he just reverts to angel lucifer? the really cute innocent baby that’s also very, very chaotic (think of lesson 37+ luci which i only saw screenshots of but still)

expect him to do a 180: if he’s a stern emotionally constipated dad sober drunk luci is basically him with 0 filters but a lot of emotion

he’ll make weird dad jokes, tell people he cares about them, ask dumb dumb questions that he thinks about daily but never voices

“ok mc but what is lol actually and why does levi say that all the time. wait why are you laughing… lots of love? ok then I send you lol”

prefers to drink with close friends and family only because he knows how he gets when drunk

will not admit it but he enjoys being able to feel so?? free and say whatever he wants since he feels like he can’t normally

Mammon

heavy weight hyper puppy

he has a pretty high alcohol tolerance probably since he’s into partying

also he knows his limits because of past experiences

but sometimes limits are made to be broken

and once they’re broken oh boy

drunk mammon is just him but hyper

or more like even more hyper

i feel like he’d become as excited as a golden retriever on redbull in the first 4 hours

dancing with everyone, making crack jokes, getting into weird situations

and then if he drinks a liiitle bit too much

he’d just break down

and cry

and be an emotional mess

which ends up in him crying over your/ his bros’ shoulder telling everyone he loves them

and then end up falling asleep

so you have to take turns carrying him to bed and make sure he’s safely tucked in with a glass of water close by

you don’t mind though since usually he makes sure you get home safe when you go drinking 

Leviathan

heavy weight emotional drunk 100%

another boy that sleeps near a bottle of alcohol so he probably drinks regularly

if you’re in your room all day it’s pretty easy to just do it since you’re safe so he does it whenever he feels like it

this jealous boy can fake being chill while sober but once you get him drunk expect tears, angry rants, yelling, semi-public mental breakdowns

you always end up having to put him into bed while he cries on your shoulder all the while you try to lift this surprisingly heavy boy into his bathtub bed

but also since he’s the most artistic of the family I bet sometimes he does art while drunk?

you once went to his room trying to return a manga you took and oh no levi is painting a 2 meters ruri mural while he’s in the nude

don’t question it it helps him concentrate

sometimes sad bitch energy mixed with alcohol equals great things

he’s also in the lowkey horny drunk category

what can you do it happens when you’re a touch starved nerd,,, all alone in your room,,, drinking

 Satan

light weight happy drunk

two glasses of wine and he’s gone

remember like all cards with satan drinking? yup he’s a happy drunk

if sober he’s like ugh partying is for nerds

drunk satan just wants to party with everyone

and vibe

he’ll invite everyone to take group shots, dance all night, do weird shit that ends up being photographed (to his next day hungover dismay)

he’s terrible at club dancing but he will be found in the middle of the dancefloor going wild

expect embarrassing dancing at first

but if you want to correct him he won’t say no to dancing with you more,,, intimately

may or may not grab your hands and start waltzing at some point though

(you think it’s great he’s so happy and free so it doesn’t matter)

  Asmodeus

heavy weight horny drunk

has the highest alcohol tolerance since he’s the party animal of the family

lmao what did you expect

drink of choice is probably devilgrammable cocktails: fun, sexy, colorful just like him

he’s the definition of babe let’s drink so we can have wilder sex

loves how oversensitive he feels while drunk??? and how his senses get overwhelmed

will moan out loud if he bumps into a table while drunk no shame, no regrets

and dance really lasciviously with whoever catches his eye

if you’re romantically involved not only will he grind into you or let you do so with him

but expect lap dances

if you surprise him with lap dances instead expect to be,,,, rewarded wink wink

but if you do something meaningful for him or give him tthoughtful compliments 

he will go into his emotional mode and literally hug you and never let go 

...and you’ll have to spend your night in his arms while he tells you all about how he thinks you’re perfect for him and how thankful he is that you’re in his life

expect some tears in those moments (that he tries to hide while you casually pretend they’re not there in the first place)

Beelzebub

 idk normal tolerance and emotional drunk

since he’s HUGE it’s probably not super easy to get him drunk but also since he doesn’t really drink much it’s not hard either

talks about issues and cries

a lot

so he doesn’t drink all that much

and only does it with his family

him and belphie always end up cuddling and falling to sleep together if they both get drunk since they are both emotional messes when alcohol is involved

and you join them too if you’re drinking with them

Belphegor

heavy weight emotional drunk but on the angry side

like his twin but he probably...drinks more?? he’s such a sad bitch I mean c’mon

like his bro he’s an emotional drunk

sad crying, angry crying, just crying

that’s him that’s what you get into if you tell him to drink with you

will get in the stabby mode if too drunk

so don’t let him drink too much if you value your and his life  

...rather cuddle him until he gets too comfy and warm and falls asleep 

works every time

Diavolo

normal tolerance sleepy drunk

is used to drinking because of social gatherings and high class etiquette but he doesn’t indulge often

since he mostly drinks with luci, barbatos and you

high key prefers sweet cocktails instead of normal fancy drinks

i bet if you took him to the club he’d want to try out the weirdest most colorful cocktails

and then make barbatos redo them

can hold his liquor but he’s still a sleepy boy? like alcohol probably calms him and he’s just so comfortable and at peace he just,,, naps with his head on your shoulder (or luci’s, or barbatos’ depends who he’s drinking with or who’s closest to him at the moment)

if he’s in the club though it’s a different story

he goes full dad mode

doing all the embarrassing dad dances but proudly

remember the meme with prince william or whatever in the club? that’s him

A+ for effort though he really becomes the life of the party

 Barbatos

heavyweight vodka aunt

doesn’t really get drunk drunk since he has to take care of diavolo 24/7

but once it’s self care day

oh boy

he turns into a single suburbian mom

you’d think he’s the sophisticated wine mom but oh no

closes all doors and windows, puts on a hot bath with scented oils, lights candles, plays soft jazz in the background

and then drinks straight liquor out of the bottle

(like that one vine)

if you’re close and drink together he’ll also talk a lot more than usual

and give you fun stories about the bois and diavolo

“mc did i tell you about the first week lucifer and his brothers came to the devildom and had to cook for themselves for the first time in their lives? lucifer did not know how an oven works and that you have to close it after you’re done cooking and almost burned the whole house of lamentation down.”

 Simeon

light weight spaced out drunk

do not give him alcohol unless you want to experience weird random xD simeon

physically he’s here, spiritually he’s astral projecting

looks the same, smiles handsomely, no change here

...but if you try talking to him he’ll say the weirdest shit like

“mc do you think that the stars know that they are loved and we watch them every day”

uh idk simeon??? what do you think???

if you’re romantically involved he will flirt shamelessly, even more shamelessly than usual 

because,,, he’s just more honest so he just says whatever

people get uncomfortable around you two and end up backing off and leaving you alone

surprising enough or not he looks like he’s also a lowkey horny drunk

ofc you can’t tell since he’s so chill all the time

but I bet you he’s horny inside hornier than asmo

Solomon

heavyweight deep drunk

this boy has done some drinking in his lifetime 

...since he has whiskey grandpa vibes

will say really out of the blue thoughtful things??? which is so not like sober solomon 

“mc you remind me of one of the people that meant the most to me they too were here for me and believed in me when no one else did and I have to thank you for that”

wow solomon that sure was random since you were talking about how cold it is outside before but thank you i guess

fakes being not drunk easily but you can tell the moment he starts speaking that he’s gone

also looks at you straight in the eyes when he talks to you

and sometimes starts giggling or blushing

which makes you go??????? solomon are you okay

#oh yeah if you drunk do so in moderation and be safe #i felt like mentioning that #mine #my post #i love drunk people lowkey so have this #i had this in my drafts and thought yes it s the moment to post this #esp since the holidays are coming #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me headcanons

[ellynneversweet]

For the reverse unpopular opinion meme, what's your favorite adaptation of a Jane Austen book, and why?

My absolute, sentimental favourite is the 05 Pride and Prejudice, partly because it’s a genuinely good film and partly because it came out when I was just barely eighteen and my favourite media franchises were, uh, Pirates of the Caribbean and Spooks.

This is a reverse unpopular opinion IMO (although the definition’s a bit vague) because of the loyalty to the 95 version as the one true adaptation; but! this is a good vibes ask meme so here’s your good vibes:

- Joe Wright is a good director who uses cinematography in a thoughtful and interesting way. The lighting is incredible and manages to make different times of day and night look beautiful and readable while still reading like the intended time. The foley and soundtrack genuinely adds to the storytelling, although it’s sometimes a little dubiously mixed for home viewing.

- the costuming reflects a very mid-2000s attitude toward period dramas. Whatever. I love Lizzy’s homemade dresses and the all-white ball and the very careful progression of fabrics and colours literally softening up Darcy’s wardrobe.

- The main characters look and feel young. Elizabeth looking red and sweaty and frankly post-orgasmic when Darcy sees her at the Meryton assembly is a three second introduction to ‘this is a story about a repressed nerd suddenly confronted with hormones’ (and bookends the ~controversial~ setting of the second proposal lingering on Darcy wandering dewily through a meadow with his shirt open). Continuing on this point, I think Joe Wright has a better grasp on the characterisation of basically-good-but-young men than uh, some other people. They’re not assholes (except Wickham) but they are strutting, preening idiots who check their moustaches in shop windows and practise proposing to each other.

- the casting is spot on. Lydia is a a gawky baby with spots and an oily t zone. Kitty won’t stop eating and making badly timed jokes. Mrs Bennet is annoying and deeply sympathetic, as she should be. Jane has actual depth! Elizabeth is, in fact, just as she should be — a clever, sarcastic twenty year old who thinks very highly of herself. I won’t hear any criticism of her giggles by people who apparently forget that Elizabeth Bennet laughs in text. Caroline is, I can’t stress this enough, actually clever and attractive in a way that her crush doesn’t respond to, rather than an objectively repulsive hag bitch. Matthew McFadyen is an underrated comic genius and I laugh every time he nearly takes out Tom Hollander’s Mr Collins with an elbow in the Netherfield ballroom.

— the family relationships feel right. The Bennet girls steal each other’s wine and drape over each other on couches and tell each other off; Mr Bennet makes dad jokes, Mrs Bennet is correctly shown to be worried for her daughters as much as herself (while still doing everything wrong). Mr Gardiner and Mrs Bennet are believable as middle-aged siblings. Georgiana is a bit bubblier than she should be, but I’ll overlook that because of the way she displays the inescapable instinct to embarrass one’s older sibling in front of their crush.

— it’s an adaptation, not an audiobook. Changes are made from the source material; yes. P&P is kind of a dense story, although Austen writes with surprising economy. It’s got a large cast, and a lot of it is about emotional change and reflection. That’s not easy to film, and I think most of the choices make sense. Furthermore, it’s a brave choice to take something as well known as P&P and try to engage with it on the level of the emotional core of the story, rather than doing a plodding beat-by-beat that gets the wording of the dialogue right while ignoring the point like some kind of high school cold reading of This Year’s Compulsory Shakespeare.

Also, it’s got Real Art in it, and the fake art (props) is sensitively done and not printed out from a photo run though an ‘oil paint’ filter. That’s like, literally all I need to watch a movie.

#I think Autumn De Wilde’s Emma is probably technically the overall best of the adaptations #but the 05p&p has my heart #it’s the one I watch when I’m sick and miserable

[kosmosguk]

Lineage (M) | 4 | preview

Pairing: Duke Yoongi x Princess Reader

Word Count: ?

Summary: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. It’s terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize there’s a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be.

Warnings:  HEAVY yandere themes, mentions of gore and death, near-death experiences, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, mentions of smut, 18+, explicit language, vomiting 

A/N: Last part of the main story! Only parts left are a special chapter and the epilogue... Ah...so sad that this story is nearly over. This story brought a lot more support for my account, so it feels really sad to part with it. Maybe I’ll write shorter side stories for it like webnovels do lol. Hope everyone is being safe and taking care of their health! <3 Ty for nearly 3.4K and send in any memes/moodboards for Lineage! The one I like the most will get early access to part 4. Keep an eye out for a spooky drabbles series for Halloween :)

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The air was still cold, the kind of cold that heavily bore on your lungs and left you rattling like the only thing left of you was a decaying ivory skeleton. You supposed the cold made sense, even though it was spring and it shouldn’t have been so cold. Some part of you convinced yourself it was the norm even when droplets of icy water splashed onto your frail cheeks. Even when you closed the door behind you, you could feel the chill; even when an acrid taste built up in your throat, you could not stop shivering.

Why could you remember the look on Namjoon’s face? You closed your eyes. Go away, go away, go away. His face lingered even then, even more stark against the darkness of your closed lids, hollow, disappointed eyes and lips curled too rigidly, too unnaturally into a smile. You knew that look. You hated that look.

You could feel the pain in your chest, prickling, and that pain seemed to sink itself into your stomach. Why did it hurt? Why were you hurting?

10. 9. 8.

You counted in your mind softly as the nausea swelled up, like the disgustingly messy crescendo of an agonizing melody. Now, this was strange, wasn’t it? Your cold wasn’t supposed to be accompanied by such nausea. When you began to heave, bracing yourself against the frame of your bed, you heard a knock and then the door click open.

A maid stood out there, her eyes widening as if she could not fathom the sight of you. You clasped your hand around your mouth, tears building up in your eyes, and you choked on a heave. You heard her footsteps tapping frantically as she dashed to get a bucket, but you couldn’t hold in the prickling in your throat, the swirling in your stomach.  

Tears spilled out, dropping onto the ground, as you bent over and retched all over your nightgown and the carpet. Your vision blurred, spots dancing, and you sunk heavily into the moment of weakness.

When you came to, you were being encased in something warm. You didn’t smell anything rancid like what you had been expecting; instead, the soft pleasant scene of rose oil scented soap met your nose, and you exhaled a relieved sigh. Wait…rose wasn’t the only smell. You could smell a hint of wine and something muskier, though slightly sweet. The smell of it was so familiar. It couldn’t be? You peeked open an eye to look up to see your surroundings, and your mouth dropped open slightly.

“D-duke? My Lord. Why are you here? Why…How did I get here?’’ you sputtered, and you tried to push yourself out of his hold. His gaze, along with his hold, remained steady. He reached out slightly and gently trailed a finger down the curve of your cheek.

“I haven’t been able to visit you lately because of how busy I’ve been…If I had known you were feeling so ill, I would’ve been by your side. I’m so sorry,’’ his tone was remorseful. The Duke, who everyone believed had no bone of emotion in his body and who was notorious for never feeling remorse, was apologizing to you. His words seemed to wash out every agony you had experienced. You rapidly blinked away the hint of tears in your eyes and ducked your head shyly.

He caught your chin with a hand before you could hide your face and lifted it gently. You noticed the black circles imprinted into the skin under his eyes, the way his face was even more waxy and pale than usual. Every aggrievance you had despaired over while alone in that room faded; you missed him. You missed him so much. You wouldn’t have been stuck in your own head if he had been there to hold you…but he was here now.

That thought washed over you, and you wrapped your fingers around the hand that was under your chin. His hand was limp as you pushed it down to your thrumming heart. Your stomach fluttered as his fingertips traced your warm skin peeking out of the collar of your nightgown. You carefully held his hand there. You didn’t notice the brief flash of guilt on his face.

You didn’t say anything, your hand still firmly holding his, and you shuffled your body closer, closing your eyes. The scent of the two of you mixed together was pleasant, and although Yoongi’s touch was usually unnaturally cold, today he was so warm. Or maybe the warmth of you had seeped out and spread around the two of you. That was okay; you were warm enough for the both of you. You suddenly felt so tired, even though you had just slept.

“Yoongi…,’’ your voice was barely a mumble,’’ I’m tired. Stay with me?’’

He moved the hand in your grasp slightly, and you held on tightly even though you were half-asleep. He chuckled lowly.

“Don’t worry. Relax your hand. I’ll be here,’’ he spoke. You complied, and you felt his fingers wrap themselves around yours. The two of you laid there, a hand clasped with the other between your chests, and you took in the sensation of your husband with every deep inhale.

“I’ll always be here.”

Release Date: Sunday, November 8th 5PM PST

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[beebubb]

Info dump of isaac grossman? 👉👈

Isaac Lee grossman info dump

He likes the dark and light academia aesthetics

He can be very short tempered depending with who he's with

He actually inherited all the money and the house his parents had. And when he went to the underworld, the rulers and Presidents could transfer it all to the underworld. So he still remains wealthy

He seems like the perfect man. He's wealthy, was really good looking when he was alive (still very attractive now), gentleman, protective, tall, etc. But his looks can be very deceiving

Even if he seems perfect, he can be very manipulative, arrogant, and very aggressive. Especially when he hates someone or when he doesn't get what he wants

He has a fear of insects and music boxes

He still likes pirates

He has a horse that he absolutely loves

He doesn't wear regular perfumes. He actually uses bergamot and lemon essential oils.

Even if he's a zombie/skeleton, he doesn't rot or smell bad. He actually has really good hygiene

Loves flowers. Especially ones that have fragrance. So sometimes he naturally smells like jasmine, lavender, or gardenia flowers sense he has a garden of his own

Even if he grew up rich, he had pretty plain foods when he was a kid. His parents usually gave him bread with milk, porridge, or just steamed potatoes with cauliflower with no seasoning besides salt. So he doesn't like to eat those things much, the only thing he still eats is vegetables but with actual seasoning and flavor. Also He upgraded his breakfast from porridge to tea and toast with jam or fruit parfaits

The flowers he has from his garden, he picks them for his love letters for his S/O or to give them as gifts.

He believes that each flower has meaning. So you can also tell what he thinks of you depending on the flowers he gives you

He doesn't like candy or sweets that much, the only sweet thing he likes is hot chocolate

He actually has a job. He works with the people that sell organs, all he does is open up the bodies and take out the organs.

Some would think that he wouldn't like the job sense he literally got his organs pulled out by LJ. But he actually enjoys it sense it reminds him of his first victim

He still makes furniture out of human bones (people have actually asked to buy them)

He likes to draw, especially flowers. He either uses just pencil, pen, oil pastels, or oil paint.

His style is kinda like this

But he also likes drawing human anatomy. Helps him better for his job

He is very intelligent academically

He can learn advanced math in literally an hour and understand every concept

But when it comes to technology, memes, and recent slang, he's a complete idiot

When will got a twitter notification, he literally spent hours looking for a bird

He always has a serious look on his face, but usually the ones that can make him smile is will and his S/O

He was upperclass when he was alive, he didn't have anything or anyone royalty related. But he always treats his S/O like royalty and expects others to do so

His family always taught him to have good table manners and respect everyone. But for isaac he only shows respect and manners to the ones he thinks deserves it

So when he's with his S/O he's delicate, has a nice quiet tone, eats with his elbows off the tables, etc. And he also expect others to do the same

So if someone does something inappropriate infront of his S/O, he will be pissed off for the rest of the night

He likes giving his S/O fine thin gold jewlery like these. He sees these as more elegant

He can actually take on and off his bone hand.

"Can you please give me my goddamned hand back?!"

He can be very direct and rude

He only spends time with LJ because he's will's friend. If it were for him, he would have taken will away

He tolerates LJ a bit but still gets very annoyed at him

"Can you laugh any louder?!?"

LJ makes a lot of organ puns (yall know why) and isaac hates it

It's pretty hard to make him cry

#mine #my post #creepypasta #isaac grossman #isaac lee grossman #laughing jack #isaac grossman headcanons #isaac grossman x reader #william grossman #will grossman #ask

[the-darklings]

who is jean?

(drags out a rusty chair) (sits)

buckle up, gang. we're about to do French Bastard Baguette 101

basics first.

name: Jean Laurent

where does he hail from: French baguette 

what does he look like:

whose house should you egg when Jean inevitably hurts your feelings: @la-gattara-art

what’s he like?  

(let me preface everything by saying that Jean’s personality, looks, and past were not created by me; he was originally constructed by Chan (NPFH co-creator and my very segssy friend tagged above) and I simply went free real estate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

okay, so:

bastard™. most call him “the spider” - both as a warning and as a curse. will sell you to satan for one cornchip. will also destroy you and your life if you get in his way : ) ruthless. manipulative. terrifyingly good at people and can charm pretty much anyone. has dirt on everyone and is brilliant at sniffing out weaknesses. is he lying? is he being honest? who knows? certainly not me. smoker. the living embodiment of the phrase “who we are and who we need to be to survive are two very different things”. has a heart deep, deep, deep down but good luck finding it. seductive. to be frank, the man fucks - that’s it, no fancy words. he knows what’s good and how to get it so his bed is warm most nights, no emotional connections though. likes sketching into his pocketbook : ) mostly birds/still life/architecture. speaking of which, admires architecture openly, and has a taste for art/historical things as well. mind sharper than a knife, tongue even more so 🤪 uses his accent on purpose as well. has a massive sweet tooth. is haunted by past actions. knows the price for “rebirth”. still has night terrors occasionally. ambitious for days. has an expensive taste because he knows the value of such things. enjoys old french songs. is an excellent dancer and is very happy to show just how good 😌 if he so much as sniffs out that someone is getting too comfortable beside him or is developing some sort of attachment to him, removes said attachment with surgical precision and weaponises everything he knows. can be downright vicious in that regard. prefers using words and seductions as oppose to fistfights but can hold his own if needs be. prefers guns - nice and quick. you will not know where his loyalties are until the last second. has a giddy, near boyish appreciation for sports cars but lacks technical knowledge when it comes to them, so don’t expect him to be changing oil any time soon. don’t bother trying to embarrass him, either - you can’t. he has no shame, especially if it comes to the bedroom. has a wicked sense of humour and enjoys few things more than a verbal challenge. enjoys challenges in general. if it's dangerous, he wants to poke it and see just how dangerous. he also works for someone else. will lay it all on the line for someone else but only once.  

so what’s his role and why is he important? 

jean is one of the main, catalyst characters in npfh (no place for heroes) an original universe where we hope to create an interactive modern-day, criminal world in "novel" form. where you, as a reader, play a key role and your decisions affect the story. the first prequel (like jeara's backstory) will be in normal novel format. formation of the pit of vipers aka where elites, lucien, amongst other new OCs will appear will follow that. so the running order is: fwns, tpov, npfh.

after COA gets concluded, I will be full-time working on this world. lowkey already am but that's because creativity is flowing and who am I to say no? so jean meets clara beginning of fwns (fire with no smoke - first prequel title) and for those of you who don't know clara is oc!v from my JW series Children of Ares. you will not have needed to read that story to enjoy this work because everything about JW is being removed and clara's backstory is going to be introduced anew and might be familiar to those of you who have read Gasoline Girl because it was wholly original. camorra is also staying. short version: something has happened to clara a year ago; a terrible, awful sort of trauma that has left her near crippled with the inability to deal with it (some may know what I'm referring to and it's that but x 10 worse :D). however in a world as cutthroat as npfh no falters are allowed. so teetering-at-the-edge-of-oblivion assassin meets master information gatherer because he hires her for a few "removal jobs" ("oh, you're a poisoner? sneaky, sexy, I love it.") because he's feeling out new york city for his boss and gathering information on X & Y. one thing leads to another, and those two end up needing to work together when they accidentally uncover a plan to paint streets of NY red and overthrow the old order. big time ("guess I have no choice but to trust and rely on you now because we're both being hunted,,, damn fine, just don't fall in love with me." 🙄 )

essentially to sum this story up I will say:

slowburn. reluctant partners in crime. banter. angst central. mystery. high stakes. dark. power couple when they're not trying to verbally end one another. sexual tension so thick most knives will not cut it. bi main character. mutual emotional baggage aha <3 it's mature (and yes that means there will be smut but it's been 84 years by the time we get there). at its core though, it's very much a story about healing & remembering what it is to be alive & not just existing in a role that's expected of you, nor does your past define you.

basically:

reasons to like Jean: Clara

reasons to dislike Jean: Clara

but,,, Jeara? 

yes ♥️

(I don’t know how to make gifs so enjoy potato quality <3)

here's fwns board for more vibes/jean aes too (x)

and here's my horniest playlist for them (x)

and finally, jean in memes, courtesy of coa discord:

and my personal fave

thus concludes french bastard baguette 101. have a good day and eat baguettes xoxo

#I HAD WAY TOO MUCH FUN MAKING THIS SJDKHGDSJGH #thank you very much for asking anon!!! i would be happy to answer any questions anyone has. also been writing for them lots so #expect more of him and them is the takeaway here ig #oc intro #c: jean #asks #anon