Not today Justin
titsay
Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Three Goblin Art
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
blake kathryn
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
JBB: An Artblog!
izzy's playlists!
Kaledo Art
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Misplaced Lens Cap
Sade Olutola
sheepfilms
Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Show & Tell
PR's Tumblrdome
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@misty-muse
Boruto makes really good use of photographs. No idea who takes them all but seeing all the characters keep important photographs of their loved ones everywhere in their houses warms my heart.
These little snapshots of happiness and mementos of lost loves make me grin.
2008 me is still alive and kicking apparently.
A messy half-assed "realistic"-ish sketch of this boi as I rewatch Naruto.
This show haunts me to this day.
Ichiruki Month 2020 // Week 2, Day 9 - Us Against the World
Hey again, another drabble here that's nothing new really, except for some random minor editing I've done over the years. Apologies once more for not knowing how to do the cut!
Pull
Summary: Caught in the short infinity together before battle, when it is just them and the future. (Really, if they had the chance to be in their bankai together.)
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This is it. This is all they can do that’s left. Win together, or prolong the moment the universe snaps back in on itself.
It is in this suspended moment he stands amidst his own combustion. Like inky solar flares, morphing threads of black and smoke angrily whip around his head. He takes a breath. Feels the ash drag through his lungs. Without thought, fiery crimson eyes seek. Crash into lavender frost.
Like the moon, she has always eclipsed his vision.
If he is a calamity of fusion and supernova, then she glows like a constellation threaded of ice and crystal.
She is everything white and light in the swirling vortex of his presence. Quiet, like the calm of winter’s first snowfall. But he can feel it, a cold thrum that clashes into the heat waves distorting the air around him, slipping just underneath his own skin. It’s there, all that she is capable of should she will it so, her silent ferocity like winter’s last blizzard.
Lavender gazes back and she steps closer, freezing the earth and leaving luminous ice patches in her wake. With every movement she makes he thinks he can hear the soft tinkle of crystal emanate from her. When she’s close enough, she lifts her head up to him and barely tips it to the side, eyes contemplative. She remains wordless, but through the evaporating air between them, he understands her. Always, always understands her.
Without thought once again, his hand is reaching for hers, and he squeezes her fingers as the air audibly sizzles. The corners of her lips curve just so, and she squeezes his hand back. He’s holding onto the feeling for as long as he can even as he’s letting her go. Ruefully letting her fingers slip from his, he nods once, and it is sealed.
There is no signal, but they move all the same. Her sword is a flurry of snow, white ribbons unfurling just as his is a hissing, smoldering blade igniting in his hands.
One more long moment of synchronicity lingers between them as lavender and crimson collide again like asteroids in the vastness of space, and he thinks it remarkable how they can always find each other. Just like this. They are satellites caught in their own gravity, celestial bodies orbiting the other in their own system.
There is a strange peace in the certainty of no longer wondering. In this moment of finality, there is only what lies ahead. Only them.
This is it.
Ichiruki Month 2020 // Week 1, Day 3 - Stars in Your Eyes
Hey everyone, happy to see that IR month is here once again! Life's been busy, so I don't know if I'll be able to participate as much as I'd like, but here's an old drabble I've posted on here before with some added tweaks. (Sorry I'm so inept at this, I don't know how to make read more cuts on mobile!)
Latitude
Summary: It's after everything, the time between her and the next - no one told him what happens after everything. (Around chapter 459, remembering chapter 423.)
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He supposes it is the 744,601th minute.
(Not that he’s been counting.)
Since then, he doesn't walk so much as wander, as listless as a leaf above a pool of water. The distant mechanical bend of his legs propel him forward in a landscape he now finds unfamiliar. But still, he moves. He has to, because the world already is.
The wind creeps up on his back, its gentle breath stirring up leaves and grass and debris, and he morbidly wonders what else it can carry - dust, songs, voices, the ghosts of murmured goodbyes -
744,602.
It’s dangerous to let himself wonder.
(Not that he’s been wondering.)
He imagines the clouds must be crawling overhead in this breeze, but he can’t bother to check. There is only his gaze at eye level, perhaps below. But never, never above. He keeps his shoulders even, chin straight. Honestly, his posture has never been better.
He cannot recall the last time he has lost himself in the clouds.
(Oh, but he can, the memory forged in a quiet thank you escaping his lips. Too late.)
Instead, soft blue blankets once woven with snowy cotton fluffs have given way to ashen earth and muddy sneakers with a growing hole near the left heel.
His gaze snaps back to eye level, and it takes him a moment to notice he has lost visibility, the sun sinking below the horizon as a drowning hand would in dark waters. As he trudges home, the expanse of black compresses around him like a heavy cape draped over his shoulders, stripped and bare of beaded starlight.
He cannot recall the last time he has seen the stars.
(Oh, but he can, stars too strange to look at without their glow reflecting in eyes reminiscent of endless twilight.)
The stars fell a long time ago (744,601 minutes to be exact), coalesced into a burning blur of hands made slick, fingers clawing into up churned dirt.
The upside of the world digs into his knees as his starless cape presses into his ribcage, crushed by the weight of all that he once was.
(And all that he will never be. Again.)
Then he feels it. It’s just one, barely a flick on his skin, sliding down the outside of his hand before soaking into the ground.
He knows more will come.
His eyes are already unfocusing, the earth and his hands and the sky and the stars and the minutes blending into a wet, hazy mass that looms before him. But he can’t bother to move. Not anymore.
He lets his hands sink lower into the earth. And for once, just for once, he wants them to. He feels another wet flick at the nape of his neck, and his breath hitches as if he’s been stabbed. Too soon, yet another drops, creeping down the top of his head to the bridge of his nose, and the smell is enough to make him gag.
He supposes the scent of rain has always been a promise.
The edgiest, rudest, biggest billionaire dragon nerd who hates stairs.
He's a good one.
Coming into a fandom late
Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck
Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie
Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war.
Accuracy at its best
Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…
all of this shit…lol
When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF
When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead
This gets better every time I see it.
@fuboos-mess
Being in a dead fandom…
Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one
The accuracy hurts.
Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.
When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.
Being in a fandom meant for kids.
This just gets better..
@mi-kleos
When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you
Fandom hell in general
Yes.
This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.
Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on
THIS IS THE SKULDUGGERY FUCKING PLEASANT FANDOM IN ONE POST!!
Trying to recruit people to your fandom
Annnnnnndddd it’s back
Being in a fandom which has so many antis
I’ve probably reblogged this before, but that was before these great additions.
Being in a fandom that actually works together
Why is this so true? All of it.
being in a fanbase but all your mutuals suddenly turn into Kpop blogs
I always enjoy it when a good post comes around again and has been improved by the reblogs like the years for a fine wine.
Being in a fandom when shit goes down and everyone has different opinions
When you are in a fandom and don’t care for others people opinion…..even if they are right…(believe me, I have met several of those)
Being in a fandom you never meant to join
I love this. and it’s gotten better
After abandoning a fandom you’re still a little bit emotionally invested in….
All of these are me. Lol
Being in a fandom on Tumblr
And it reached its epic conclusion
IT’S BACK AND IT REACHED PERFECTION !
A lazy sketch of this knuckleheaded paladin. I just mostly wanted to see what he looked like with his mullet tied up...
I love/hate his hairstyle.
Finally joined the Voltron party 8 seasons later. Cheering for this best boi. 💪🏼
2008 me is still alive and kicking apparently.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
I’m stuck in 2008.
My smile is so happy with you.
Kakashi has learnt from the best 🤣
I take forever, and it’s still not that great. Well, I tried. ε=ε=ε=ε=┏(;￣▽￣)┛
Reference used here.
It’s been awhile! Still trying to figure out the artistic direction I want to go in, but here’s this fine fella anyway.
How does your art not have more notes? It's gorgeous!! In case no one has told you lately, I just wanted to tell you how much I love and appreciate your work! You draw Ignis beautifully and I loved the fashion icon series ^_^ let's be real, the man would def be styling -swoon- Lovely, lovely work 💕 - Deni (iggys sous chef) 💕
Aw jeez! Thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind words. I'm happy to hear you loved the fashion Iggy stuff. Hopefully, I'll be able to do more. Ignis just has a modelesque face and an interesting character design overall - he makes for good face study practice. Aw man I'm gushing - thank you so much again. I hope I continue to get better and share my work with cool peeps like you! ❤
