Self Reblog - Blog Posts
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Hyde’s self appointed job when in shadow form is to make Jekyll think he’s low on sanity when he’s really not (so kinda like canon DNKDKCWKXK-) except he doesn’t do it to take control (mostly).
He just does it to fuck with Henry.
Idk Don’t Starve is in my life again and my friend mentioned small things Henry and Wilson have in common so… TGS Don’t Starve AU ig
Also bonus Wilson. For Funsies!
I did some extra hcs so just gonna reblog with the link!
"The Son of Graces"
~ Dari
The Loving Hands of God
Creator AU - Where the reader is treated like a diety by the characters of Genshin Impact
Pairing(s): None || PLATONIC: Son! Wanderer & Parental! Gender Neutral! Creator! Reader Summary: He is reminded everyday that you chose him. But some days are harder than others; and he's grateful to have you sweep the cloudy skies away.
A/N: I don't really play Genshin but here we are, I'm just getting out my ideas - don't mind me.
This Wanderer is named "Kaito(神愛)", with the characters written for "god" and "love". I thought it could be cute to kind of give a call back to his origin but something also to remind him of how far he's come. He also calls the reader "Oya", which is the best thing I could get to a gender neutral Japanese term for mother or father.
I won't be taking requests! This is most definitely a one time thing. This is also inspired by "this lovely piece" by @dropletpetals
(Extra Miscellaneous HCs: "The Son of Graces")
Warning(s): Wanderer backstory spoilers! Some revenge. This was written on my phone so forgive any errors.
Over grassy, rolling knolls - filled to the brim with blooming flowers in his favorite colors and breeds. Even under the loving warmth of sun on his cheeks and clouds turning themselves into the childish shapes of his desire. Even as the song on the winds speak his new name into his ears, the bonfires below burning it up so it reached the heavens. to the voices of acolytes proclaiming it so...
He was worried.
Worried and waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He was unwanted everywhere else.
By his mother, who made him a puppet - who left him with no identity or name
By the Fatui, who deemed him unworthy.
So when it came to be; the Creator's return to the mortal plane...
When he'd come to demand answers, angry about simply existing.
Your voice so gentle and warm, apologizing that you were not there to help him when he called to your name in begs and prayers. When the world you made and hurt him so much and how sorry you were that it treated him so cruelly... He felt the sincerity pouring through every pore, it washed over him - like a blanket.
You understood his pain.
He found that you had long since been asleep, since the dawn of the Archonic creation. Even the small bit of divinity used to create each drained your body, already tired from forming Teyvat with your hands. So you could not know of the acts being committed in your name, what those of your own blood were doing.
"If i had known one of mine created their own, I would have cherished them like I did them." You said with a softness only rivaled by your hands.
He had fallen to his knees, unable to stand after the crushing weight of pain fell upon him. You were not completely blameless...
But you did not lie to him.
Did not abandon him.
You stayed until the tears dried up, stroking his sore eyes.
"So now that I know she did not love you like you deserve... You are mine now." He nearly fell again, but your embrace held him up. "You will be my son... And I will give you everything."
How it was so warm and loving, arms cradling him as if he were nothing more than a babe. His hands white-knuckling at your divine robes as he just sniveled into your chest, no doubt covering them in his snot and tears... But you didn't care, cooing sweetly to the boy about how he's already made you proud. How you already loved him.
He nearly cried again when you gave him his name.
"You will be my son, so your name will have our title."
You pondered about it for a while before having a servant fetched ink and parchment. It was a bit unusual, seeing you hold the calligraphy brush. Seeing the ink touching the edges if your sleeves and staining them, but you just smile so brightly when it is finished.
「神愛」
He longed for a place to belong, for an identity... For someone or something to give him worth.
You have given him all these things.
He was uncomfortable at first having it, as it was blatantly a reminder of his lineage. of the woman who abandoned him... Of beelzebul.
But you only smiled.
"It is to remind everyone where you started," your hands come to guide him "and how far you've become."
"The character for god, so you always remember me and so i am always with you." You hummed a lullby as the strokes appeared across the parchment. "And the character for love so you know how much I have for you."
He smudges ink on his robes too, unable to stop smiling as his whispered his name to himself.
Kaito was the name on the tongues of the acolytes once his adoption was raised outside your walls domain. Call of festivals was announced to welcome him into the fold, into the public, as the beloved son of Teyvat's dear Creator soon to be celebrated as well.
For if he was worthy in the eyes of the Creator; he should also be worshipped.
He laughed at Beelzebul's frantic correspondence sent to you; of which descended into begging for at least a letter to be sent... You had found yourself simply unable to deal with her after finding out what she'd done to him, decidedly icing her out on his behalf.
It was a wonderful feeling being loved, as sweet as it would be showing her what had become of her puppet.
He allowed an invitation to his coronation be sent to her, despite your worries about his mental health.
"Are you sure you want to see her, dear? it'd be so dreadful if she ruined your special day." You asked him gently, your concern making his cold heart swell.
"I will be fine," he insisted as you settle another crown to test on his head, amused "it will show her what she missed and how much it cost her."
You laughed at the cruelty but don't otherwise protest.
You didn't find a crown suited to him that day, though you thanked the providers. The items were returned and shop-keeps were able to keep them as they were considered beautiful pieces by the creator.
The day came and he still did not have a crown.
But he trusted you to find one, as you insisted it would be only appropriate as he was your son.
The day had come quicker than he would have liked, how he was primped and cleansed - donning the celestial robes of the creator.
Of you, his darling guardian.
They were deep violet, small pearlescent spots likes stars crawling up the gold trimmed edges. His under clothes blacker than the abyss, the servants in awe of his beauty. Leaving him bashfully flushing and modestly brushing off their assorted compliments. He dripped in opulence, gold pieces to accent his looks as the crackle of blessing came from the Gnosis you made personally for him.
As he finally was ready, he wondered if he was worthy.
Your eyes sparkled like gems when you saw him, taking him in your open arms and bursting in joy. Happy to see him looking so handsome and playfully crooning about his future partner in a manner that made him absolutely red in embarrassment.
You only laughed and softly spoke, "Come baby, there is a whole world to show that you are worthy of worship."
His hand was clasped in your's, the walk slow and almost agonizing. The chattering of people growing less distant with the passing moments, his hands shake and he needed a second as you stepped onto the balcony first.
The cheers of Teyvat boomed like a sonic roar, your hymns and prayers called to the wind as the ground and skies bellowed your name. He is terrified....
But he is ready.
You lifted your hands for silence, still smiling as bright and as warm as the sun. The hush that came was nearly instant, eager faces peering up in utter reverence. Archons on high waiting to hear your lovely voice.
"My dear creations, Teyvat.... As you have heard, I have found a son." The cheers from below just made you smile wider "It is much more than just finding someone worthy to hold my place and succeed me, it is because I love this boy... Love him so dearly that I wanted him as my own, he deserves your worship. Deserves to be loved as much as I. He'd gone through much pain and it broke my heart to know that this world that I made treats its kind people with such cruelty."
Your eyes watered when the people join together, holding hands and each other.
"If I could take all the suffering, I would... But feeling and understanding pain is what shows we are alive, that we are stronger for persevering." your voice shook, "And my poor boy had been through so much."
Your hands wipe your eyes and they watch, captivated at your grace and beauty - even in your sorrow. But then you give them a smile again and step aside, calling to the masses in pride that is so reminiscent of a parent.
"I, the All-Creator, Jewel of Celestia, have the greatest pleasure to present to you; your prince and my son..." The curtains pull back and he walked onto the balcony, beams of light shining off his hair and deep eyes. "Young lord Kaito of Teyvat!!!"
The screams would be deafening if you both weren't so high up, the chants of his new name louder than he can even think. The shouts of praise nearly make him shrink, but he stood tall. Especially as your hand touched his back, as your smiling face came into his peripheral. With his head up, he looked at them dead on and waved.
He smiled.
Especially as his sharp eyes caught Beelzebul's pale, shocked face. but the fuzzy warmth in his chest only grew as your fingers touched the top of his head.
From your touch, your grace washed over him. The weight of a diadem formed on his head. The Gnosis on his chest buzzed to life and his body rolled in a brightness rivaled only by the stars, from his skin to his blood - it was if he was charged with energy. A power that was unlike anything else he'd ever had.
"Divinity suits you, Kaito." You hummed, taking his hand.
Kaito smiled shyly and just squeezed your hand and whispered, "Only because I take after you, Oya."
At your side, he finally has a place.
He finally has his rightful godly status.
As he looked to see pride in your glittering tears and smile nearly blinding... A peace like no other settled within him.
He belongs.
He is worthy.
I just wanted to share this piece because I’m really proud of it.
“Tell me Atlas,
What is heavier;
The world or its people’s hearts?”
- Darshana Suresh, Howling at the Moon
I’ve always loved Sailor Moon when I was young. It being what inspired me to have the name “Darien” with such pride even after all this time.
But I looked again from another perspective; though it is a cutesy fun anime… It’s also full of so much tragedy. A history of pain and death wrapped in pastels.
Saddling a teenager with the fate of the whole universe itself surely should have some consequences. Especially an apparently young, clumsy, immature girl with all of her family and friends and beloved on the line - making her sacrifice them again and again and again.
Reminding her that her family isn’t even her own, that she was an alien, someone just placed on a planet she doesn’t belong… Seeing and fighting things that are beyond most regular people, even those her age would hope to never encounter.
Just for it all to reset and another danger to be introduced and hope that the weight of worlds she carries on her shoulders won’t crush her this time.
So many things for just a girl to go through…
Has she ever had a moment to let those feelings out?
… Even had a moment of serenity?
~ Dari
Reblobbing here too <3
It’s @huntermoon15 and my sixth month anniversary!!
She’s my queen, I love her to death!
The actual apple of my eye -
Love you teddy <3
~ Dari
^^ me
Yikes
I fucked up and deleted all of my blogs
Fuck me right?
~ Dari
Why is The Magnus Archives trending???!!
What is going on??? Did I miss something or did everyone’s autism decide to sink up again
Finally finished my half of the older Frisk/Monster Kid art with @evrgloww. It’s not much, but the project has been helping me get back into the swing of doing digital art (and art in general). I ended up drawing up half a dozen draft sketches before settling on something that looked good, but wouldn’t break the art side of my brain.
I’m also pretty sure their version of MK is much taller than how I just drew them.
Watching 8x15 the shot in the dark and b&b are arguing really toxically I’m like mom and dad stop fighting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can't forgive.
NARILAMB COMIC
ignore the sudden artstyle change between page 1 and two bc ii actually started the comiic like. 2 months ago. haha commissions open
200+ notes... you all seemed to like The Reverse AU. so i made these HEAPS of drawings! (blood and minor gore on last page)
A BIT OF NARILAMB
I'll try it ok? I seem to be unable to create romantic tension in my drawings so instead they look like a couple of roommates who need to get along.
Two pages of more sketches... And a bonus!
I'm going to keep trying until I manage to draw something remarkably romantic (i hope?)... I NEED IT!!
I am finally home 😌
I shall be lying down until further notice
Oh how I can not wait for this class to be over 😔
My back is killing me 😭
(Granted it started bothering me before I got to class, but my point still stands)
Update: I have regained access to my account as of Monday and have completed almost everything that was overdue
Hahaha don’t we love being behind with school work (I have multiple assignments overdue)
speaking of I have been unable to get into my school account :( (especially troubling considering one of my classes is an online one)
Hahaha don’t we love being behind with school work (I have multiple assignments overdue)
@nightlybirdie
One man text me…
…and demanded my photo with my “beautiful eyes” and “pretty face”.
And I just can’t decide which photo I should send him:
This🤔
Or maybe this😳
Soooo hard to choose where my eyes and face are MOST beautiful, will you help me?🤣😂
Am I doing right???😂👌
(P. S I’m gonna send him photo, I will bloke him and live him with a looot of questions🤣💯)
@kara-is-so-ninja
The half-blood Prince and his Scavenger ♡
(ಥ‿ಥ) This poor lost soul~
（b^ｰﾟ) ah~ Reylo :3
Merry Christmas everyone 🎅🎅🎅🎅🎅🙌💕💕💖💖🎄🎄🎄🎄🎁🎁🎁🎁
Christmas time buries all sins and tragedies~
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❆ 由 ♡ It’s time for christmas 2017! Happy Holidays everyone ♡ 由 ❆
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The King Dice’s fight was all over the place.
Hey remember this? Well I didn't get that tablet for Christmas. Instead I bought dat shit myself cuz I have money now. So anyways I'm still gonna do this.
If I made a picrew would anyone be interested? Just wondering for future reference. ( ;//°_°//)
Gonna get a new drawing tablet for Christmas. So when I get it I'm 100% starting this project. I'll keep y'all updated!
If I made a picrew would anyone be interested? Just wondering for future reference. ( ;//°_°//)
The sexy art dumps in question.
Yaknow what? Fuck it, account revival.
I've been bored and I still have tumblr so here I am. Reviving this account because I TOTALLY did NOT forget what my other tumblr account password was. Ahaha...ahem. So anyways ya'll wanna see some sexy art dumps or what?
Never Change A Running System
Fandom: Haikyuu (My contribution to the @ngczine) Type: Short-Story (5.1k words) / Canon-Compliant Focus: Next Generation Seijoh Ships: no explicit mentions (but feel free to imagine the classics) Rating: General/Teen Up (for occasional swearing)
Summary: Watari is starting to think something went wrong when all the new first years are coming to him instead of Yahaba - but maybe, considering that his best friend is busy taming a certain Mad Dog, the underclassmen’s fear is justified.
Or: A story about how Yahaba, and with him all of Seijoh, struggles to fill out some big footprints
Read on Ao3 -> Never Change A Running System
Download the zine for free -> Devoted
Preview:
Weiterlesen
The Torch Carrier—Child of the Pyre, Child of Death
(yes, more Royalty/Fantasy AU Suga art—so sue me 😤 and apologies for the abysmal gif quality)
-> ATKB Masterpost
(and once again this is gonna be some massive spoiler for anyone actually reading this AU, but like... pls, I can't stop myself)
The Crossed Torches are an old symbol for a gateway to the realm of the dead. Karasuno in particular has a deep connection to death and its manifestation—The Angel of Death, Azrael.
Once every blue moon, the angel, who has no permanent physical form in the realm of the living, chooses to take hold in a human who then becomes their vessel. The vessel provides their body and their soul as new habitat for the angel and offers themselfe as tool for the angel should they decide to take action in the corporeal world—whenever they act, angels usually choose to modify the body of their vessel to reminiscent their ethereal form. In return for hosting the angel, the vessel can use its power and call favors from the entity.
Suga was offered as a vessel by his father, in the hopes of Areal being able to cure his sickness. Not knowing the details and conditions of vesselship, Suga accepted in the hopes of now being able to die. However, it did neither what he nor his father wanted, as vessel ship is a soul-bond under the protection of mother fate and made his live her property (so that fate alone could influence it—he can neither take his live nor can Azrael prolong it). Since then their relationship has been rocky. At first, Suga was angry at Azrael for deceiving him but eventually came to the realization that he now had to make the best of the situation—from there on he quickly learned how to call upon the angel's powers, for example by reassembling the spirits of authors of rare books and make them help him reconstruct their works, translate them from their original languages or teach him in their field of expertise. Over time, Suga has gradually grown into his role as vessel and managed to find a harmonious co-existence with the universe-shaping entity making snarky comments inside his soul. The only things they repeatedly clash over is Azrael's increasing interest in Natsu (and Daichi's adamant dislike of the entity, although Suga is more annoyed with Azrael for teasing his husband than angry).
🥓 Birthday, Bacon & Betrayal (✒︎ on Ao3) (Preview)
MatsuHana | Haikyuu!! | Timeskip/Canon compliant | Rated: Gen | 600 words
Matsukawa Issei is not a morning person and yet he is consistently awake well before 7 am because there is a small, smelly butt depositing itself on his face with an almost innocent, little ‘mrrrow’. A butt that belongs to a cat he most assuredly did not ask for. A cat that hates him. With a grunt and a curse, he shoves at the hell-beast attempting—and somehow succeeding—to steal both his alcove apartment and his lover.
My January piece for the MatsuHana Calendar 2023 (on Twitter) that I wrote for Makki's birthday today ~ I had so much fun working on this project and all the works are absolutely amazing, so please consider giving this a look. Special shoutout to @sleepskie who made the January art piece and worked with me on the fic — their works are nothing short of amazing 💕
Another attempt at a chibi (kinda, since my dumb ass didn't check the file size before) instead of writing my papers 🥲. It's been almost 2 years since I last drew her and I think I'm really settling into the new design.
Character Leviathan & Art © me.
📬 Old-fashioned (✒︎ on Ao3)
IwaOi | Post-Timeskip | LDR/Postcards | Teen Up | 1.7k One-Shot
It started soon after he moved into the flatshare. At first slowly—one per week, sometimes two. By now, they arrive almost every day. Postcards from Tooru.
A forgotten IwaOi one-shot that I recently re-discovered in my drafts folder. Also my first time attempting to make a graphic for my writing 👀 I hope you enjoy! Big thanks go out to @chasing-falafels and @aalphard for beta-reading this fic 💕
Seeing how I am a lot more active on BSKY than I thought I'd be, I'm giving this another boost.
🦋 https://bsky.app/profile/charlythelee.bsky.social 💕
With the annual updating of all my links I've made the decision to (finally) formally phase out Amino in favor of BlueSky.
Tumblr is and will remain my main, but I'd still be thrilled if you give me a follow over at BSKY (handle is charlythelee, same as here, link through the LinkTree in my bio) 💕