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Headcannon - When Arthur was a kid he used to sneak into Uther’s room to steal shirts and wear them as nightwear.
He thought that a piece of clothing he wore to sleep, that smelled slightly like his father, is what a hug from Uther would feel like.
He never really found out if that was true because he had never experienced a real hug from the King.
Maybe, when he’s older and Arthur and Merlin are friends, but have obliviously feelings for each other, he steals Merlin’s neckerchief somehow. He doesn’t think or know to ask Merlin for a hug because he subconsciously thinks he’ll be rejected instantly.
So instead, he steals Merlin’s neckerchief and hides it under his pillow until night and while he’s sleeping he kind of just holds close it next to him.
hunt
an illustration for my fic peripeteia
Was anyone going to tell me that one of Horikoshi’s assistants (Yoco Akiyama) wrote a manga oneshot about two childhood friends who meet up again after a long time and fall in love, and Horikoshi liked it so much that he drew art of the main character and Izuku and he made a joke about how he wanted the main character to be the main character of MHA too. Or was I just supposed to find that out through a recap podcast of the team up missions.
new phone lockscreen found, thanks Shining Nikki <3
LOOK!! ART!!!!! I ACTUALLY DREW SOMETING AGAIN!!! anyway was bored and thought 'hey i should draw my character/sona-tingy in...someting?' and suddenly there was a drawing infront of me, of my character in the clothes im currently wearing and instead of the goat horns there are demon-ish horns, cause demon boi go brrr
Comparison because it also works the other way
There's a moth that keeps getting into my blog, idk where it came from but it's come back enough i just decided to give it a mug
(thanks for hanging around my blog)
Oh. My. GODD!!!! THAT'S THE MOST ADORABLE AND PERFECT THING I'VE EVER SEE IN MY LIFE!! I LOVED IT SOOOOO MUCH!!
And thank you for the mug, I'll use this all time!
(And you can be sure that I will keep coming to your blog hehe)
futuresforetold
Leonardo
I finished this comic about a month ago but couldn't bring myself to post it. It started as a simple illustration and then I just kept adding more and more and at some point I had to stop myself and cut the story short. I'm still not entirely satisfied with the result but... well. I like it. That's enough.
Protagonist in a Distopia....
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welcome to another game of.. AM BI OR A LESBIAN WITH INTERNALISED HOMOPHOBIA!!!!!!!!!
first up tonight we have; finding men attractive but never wanting anything to do with them and only would have a relationship with them under extremely specific circumstances!!!!!!
day 4: Powers
@tamlinweek
Protector of the Emerald lands
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They had come - and Tamlin had managed to rally that force I'd so gleefully destroyed-
(ACOWAR ch.70)
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Lucien panted, wiping at his bloodied lip with the back of his hand.
Even with the combined efforts of the Illyrian forces and Miryam and Drakon's army, Hybern was still outnumbering them. Pathetically so. But even as his stomach roiled and his heart jerked, Lucien tightened his grip on his sword and continued onward.
If today was to be his last, he would fight like hell.
The hours bled into the next in a wild blur.
Foe after foe fell under his sword, and yet still more appeared.
A shrieking cry erupted from above, and Lucien was sent sprawling across the dirt. He instinctively turned himself onto his back, bringing his vambraced arms up into a cross just in time, the sound of talons against metal setting his teeth on edge. Lucien snarled, grappling frantically for his fallen sword with his free hand.
The harpy's wings beat at the air as it swiped madly at him. It was all he could do to keep a firm grip on its throat, pushing its gaping maw away from his face. His arms screamed under the effort. Flames would not deter the disfigured beast, no matter how intense, and soon he could feel himself weakening under the exertion of using his powers.
But then,
The groan of a war-horn.
It reverberated through his chest.
The beast was distracted by the sound too.
It paused in its attack, confusion marring its features. Lucien took advantage of its distraction, slithering his arm down towards his boot as quick as lightning and drawing out a hunting knife before ramming it into its throat, killing it instantly.
He clambered to his knees, crawling towards his sword with great panting breaths.
A second groan of the war horn. Then a third.
He twisted his head round, eyes straining.
It was- Mother and Cauldron above…
High on the cliff's edge...
It was Tamlin.
And- no, it couldn't be…
Autumn was there too, their scarlet banners whipping wildly from the steady flaps of the gryphon horde waiting in the skies above.
The sight was enough to bring tears to Lucien's eyes.
Tamlin wore no helm, and carried no shield. He wore no armour at all. Only his favoured cuirass and vambraces, made from supple leather the colour of the forest.
"Gods damned idiot," Lucien breathed.
Stupid though he was, Tamlin cut a formidable figure, flanked on both sides by the beasts and fae of Spring's army.
Along the cliff's edge, the warriors beat at their painted chests with throaty cries, their weapons shining in the sunlight. Lucien thrust his own sword into the air, screaming until it felt like his lungs would give out. Hope flooded his veins for the first time that day.
As Lucien watched, Tamlin raised one arm and the air seemed to freeze, every being coiled and prepared to strike. Then, with a sharp cry, he sliced his arm through the air.
Hundreds upon hundreds of shrieking gryphons dove from the skies, their talons glinting as they sliced through Hybern's army. Centaurs galloped down the ragged cliffside, brandishing wicked swords. Nymphs and dryads rode atop the backs of wolves and bears, daggers and bows gleaming in their hands.
And in the thick of it all, their High Lord.
For a moment he stood alone on the edge, his hair whipping like a golden silk about his face. Then he ran, leaping off of the cliff. At the last possible moment, Tamlin flicked his wrists, bending and shaping the land to his will.
Columns of earth and stone rose to meet his nimble feet. He swept through the battlefield, the dancing movements of his fingers sending devastating shockwave after shockwave through Hybern's forces, the soldiers flung in every which way into the neat paths of the diving gryphons.
In the sky behind him, Lucien could spot Rhysand flapping midair, caught in a trance.
Tamlin's arms rested lightly by his sides, then slowly, he began to raise them.
It was a quiet rumble at first, so soft he could barely feel it. But then the earth began to shake, in great waves of energy that pulsed and reverberated up from his feet to his chest. Louder and louder, a crescendo of pure noise. It rattled his teeth and sent his stomach lurching.
Then everything stopped. The battlefield froze, a thousand hearts barely daring to beat.
And then the earth split apart with a horrible, thundering crack.
Lucien stumbled to his knees, his ears ringing.
An ugly chasm tore across the battlefield like a gaping maw. Those of Hybern's men that weren't dragged into the chasm's depths were thrown violently through the air, where the gryphons awaited them.
Disjointed screams of pain echoed up, bloodied arms clawing at the earth, struggling to pull themselves free. The nymphs rode swiftly by, yipping triumphantly as they loosed arrow after arrow into their trembling hands. dropping them into the cool depths.
For Spring.
For all that Hybern had taken from them.
A laugh tore itself free from Lucien's throat.
Hybern would fall today.
Once and for all.
Stay! I need help! I am poor and I want the new skz album for Christmas! Which version has the what stuff in it? Thanks!
Wait yall have bones??
why are ny bones Pointy
@apollos-dodgeball-target thank you
lets use this tag #this is the meatratrons fault
Anytime we have a minor inconvenience in our life
i want to know more about the whole "Adrien is allergic to feathers" thing. like are all sentibeings allergic to feathers or was that like a Conscious Decision gabriel and emilie made. did they sit there and think "okay you know what would be fucked up but REALLY FUNNY?"
oh my gosh
💚Harvester💀 Zoro & Soul guide 👻Luffy💜
can i get some lesbo assistantce ineed 2 steal a big diamond
BEHOLD my newest creation:
The EVIL trans flag
This is a flag for people who are
Evil trans
GO MY VILLAINOUS TRANS FOLKS! SPREAD CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION IN YOUR PATH! RUN RUN BE FREE AND FERAL! EAT THE FLESH OF THE CIS
I wonder if my personal outrage at fairies in so many different froms of media being made out to be perfect, pure, cute, and harmless rather than dangerous beings not of this realm is connected to me wanting neurotypicals to leave me alone (through fear or respect if necessary, I don't care) rather than treat me like I am a cute little child that cannot understand anything and never will.
Autistic folks like myself used to be perceived as like changelings and such after all.
CHAINSAW MAN SPOILERS/BLOOD WARNING??
Some panel redraws of chainsaw man wuehgdheg also theyre not really connected I just wanted to draw this lol
Uncle Ben?!?!?!
It's not Jason Todd. (Make no mistake I do like it and the uncle-nephew relationship between them on fics. But there is another one I think would be hilarious for me but like brutal for Bruce and confusing/amusing to the other bat members. Alfred's not really surprised though.)
Damian Wayne is Ben Parker.
Bruce is gonna lose his shit when he discovers that alternate Damian (Uncle Ben) was gunned down. Are the Wayne's predisposed to being victims of gun violence? Bruce Wayne thinks so.
Jason: “With great power comes great responsibility.” This one taught you that. *Shakes a furious Damian*
Whoops! What do you do when you accidentally kidnap the daughter of the man who recently single-handedly executed the violent takeover of a nation
(Law and Bonney AU)
these panties would be so hot with full bush
like a furry sensory book
Anybody else go completely BONKERS over this part??
Dad-Zawa is 100% REFUSING to give up on his kids no matter how grim it looks!!!
Aizawa clearly sees that clean parallel between Aoyama & Shirakumo, as non-consenting villains unwittingly thrust into a war as pawns.
But I think Aizawa also sees the possibility of himself in Aoyama as well. He he doesn't want a future where Aoyama closes himself off to the world, of losing his twinkle.
As we know, Aizawa is still deeply effected by Shirakumo's death & I can confidently say, I think this is the reason he walks around looking like a hobo. Part of him still feels pathetic & helpless b/c he couldn't save his friend and as a result, he neglects himself.
He focuses entirely on rationing his down time sleeping in a bag, having a completely empty apartment & eating goo packets so he can be ready at a moment's notice for anything.He may be a great hero, but his civilian time is devoid of creature comforts. His emotional life is as empty as his apartment.
Aizawa does NOT want that for Aoyama, especially since he knows how sensitive a kid he is.
This man has lost body parts. He has lost FRIENDS. Had his bones broken. Had his SKULL broken. & He's still showing up to assure his student that It'll be okay, if he trusts his friends.
& How does Aizawa know it'll be okay??
Because the one comfort Aizawa allows himself is his friend, Mic.