Full version of my art for @afterkirkwall zine! It was a happy picture in my head before I started it :D
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Andulka
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Cosmic Funnies

Origami Around
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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roma★

titsay

izzy's playlists!

shark vs the universe
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.
Sweet Seals For You, Always
noise dept.

#extradirty

Kiana Khansmith

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@durolin
Full version of my art for @afterkirkwall zine! It was a happy picture in my head before I started it :D
When you learned of the god of war, you thought he’d be tall and muscular and angry. When you were about to meet him, you braced yourself for the worst.
You weren’t quite expecting the short, scrawny, shy kid you ended up getting instead.
Olive skin, black hair, skinny, dirty face with pale lines where tears had sliced through the ash and dust. A white chiton dress and a threadbare shawl draped over her shoulders.
A pair of wings - huge, black vulture wings, far too large on her tiny body - were the only things that suggested she was divine.
The general shifted his weight from foot to foot. Obviously respect had to be given to gods, but… “Er - I’m sorry, I was invoking Ares? The god of war?”
The child god shrunk in on herself, and pulled the shawl over her shoulders. She muttered something. “Sorry?” the general asked.
“Ares is the god of slaughter,” the child god said in a slightly louder voice. “Not war.”
The general looked at the priest. The priest shrugged, clearly lost at sea. “Well,” the general said, “then maybe Athena? Goddess of tactics in war?”
“Tactics,” the child god repeated. “Not war.”
There was a long, ugly silence, as the huge vulture wings shifted with the whisper of brushing feathers. “My name is - was - Iphigenia. Daughter of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, commander of the Greeks who stormed the walls of Troy. When my father disgraced Artemis, and the winds of Greece would not blow her battleships to Troy, I was brought to Aulis. For my wedding, I was told. I was-”
She sobbed. Teardrops dribbled off her chin and fell to the temple floor. “I was fourteen. And then I was brought to the highest altar in Aulis, and - and then - and-”
Another sob. “I was fourteen,” she said.
The vulture wings draped over her, and she disappeared under the cloak of black feathers. When they parted, and when the child god looked up at the general, he fell backwards. Those eyes. Eyes he’d seen a thousand times in battle -
“I am the true spirit of war, general,” the child god said. “I am the goddess of bloodshed, of sacrifice, of the slaughter of innocents. I am invoked when men ravage, burn and pillage. I am invoked when mothers cry out, when sons die, when daughters are stolen. I hear it all, general. I have heard it all since the fall of Troy.”
The terrible wings opened up. The child god loomed over the fallen man, twenty, thirty feet tall. Somewhere, the priest was screaming. “How dare you call upon my name.”
Jolene by Dolly Parton except it’s playing downstairs while you’re laying up in the loft of a cabin listening to the thunder and rain hitting the roof tiles above you
Ways people draw elf ears:
Slightly pointy
Very pointy
Triangles
Stitch ears
oh You Know
world of warcraft impossible ears
OH YOU KNOW
HOT TAKE: REALLY LONG ELF EARS ARE THE ANIME TIDDIES OF THE ELF WORLD
Hey man maybe shut the fuck up.
Limiting ear length is a sign of weakness.
You are all like little babies
watch this
you made this post a lot worse thanks
you’re welcome
I got a tumblr, it really was quite great
I blog about a lot of things, but mostly what I ate.
I thought it was a sweet gig, it really was quite cushy.
Then they went and banned me, ‘cause all I ate was pussy.
I signed up on tumblr, I didn’t know what to expect.
I thought I could just post and not worry about being fact checked
But once my posts went viral, no one saw my genius
Now all they do is reblog and say “kung pow penis.”
I’m a YA book author, I have a tumblr too
I post a lot of info, for my tumblypoos
But then one day my time was up, I read it on the clock
And now my most famous post is about how I love cock
i made a tumblr, and it didnt go great
whenever i make a post, all i get is hate
arguing with strangers, it really is a slog
i know all about politics, i run a hentai blog
- sing, o goddess, the rage of helen | by prithvi. p
from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator ☆
No offense these are the funniest fucking tags
Every time I do this I get something that’s totally on the nose that feels too close to home and this time I got “undead orally fixated bi” like excuse you, how dare you call me out like this, in my own home.
orbital stud I’m fucking in tears
Kinky bisexual
Okay, first of all, how the fuck do you know me
Mine just says, “unqualified” I mean yeah.
Scottish Pansexual. H
ok guys, from now on u have to refer to me as
occasional fanfic writer for me so ..
What the fuck
Anyone who has seen me in or around a large body of water will agree with this
Do I swim or do I admire all the beautiful people in swimsuits? Do I do both? Both. Yes. Ok.
LISTEN,,,
how does it know I’m into d&d... and yeah, me.
Things Yasha and I Have In Common:
1. Gay
2. Thunder/Lightning Best Weather
3. In Love With Beauregard
Amen.
And waiting to be infiltrated by Lara Croft.
oat appreciation hours
cat logic is so simple yet so effective. dont like something? smack it as far away from you as possible. literally flawless reasoning.
You know what strength is? Forgiving a person who wasn’t even sorry.
not to be dramatic but i would literally rather die
strength is when you help your mom lift a heavy couch and she buys you mc dondalds after
reblog if you dont scream at 5am
trying to prove a point to birds
I keep swinging wildly between thinking the traveler is wonderful and genuinely loves jester and means well (or at least doesn’t mean to do harm) and thinking he’s the shadiest motherfucker in the campaign
Tessa Thompson for US Marie Claire, July 2019
They are the party called Vox Machina