Waiting for the hurricane

French, 29yo. I draw and I write sometimes. Currently obsessed with podcasts, Always obsessed with cheese. Icon by @glassesblu. You can call me Cyd or Ben, with they/them pronouns

[brainrot-has-overtaken-me]

Curiosity, mainly to help solve cosplay conversations with friends:

If Xie Lian were to, what type of bathing suit would he wear?

One piece - modest

One piece - scandalous

Two piece - modest

Two piece - scandalous

Other (in notes)

Remaining time: 18 hours 56 minutes

[squeaksterr]

reblog game tell me a girl character youre obsessed with (men you headcanon as women are not allowed)

[nitashinori]

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

[wild-moss-art]

This is why I read the reddit comments

[awsydawnarts]

[quarterclever]

I love how the notes for this are just chock full of examples of the most batshit specific things people research for their fanfics. Truly a treasure trove.

[quarterclever]

Some of my favorites

[quarterclever]

And my absolute fav

[the-quasar-hero]

If the Fujoshi warriors of this site could get over their allergies to Black men, Nemesis on Netflix has the perfect enemies-to-lovers candidates y’all adore

[batneko]

cinderella marries the prince

and it’s… fine. The prince is great! They’re in love, he’s very sweet and passionate, writing her poems and songs, giving her anything she wants. The time she spends with her husband is great.

but cinderella is not royalty, her family was noble but she never spent time in those circles. She’s used to being busy, she’s used to cooking and cleaning and mending. There are hours, days, where she has nothing to do.

time passes. cinderella learns the fancy lady type of needlework. Learns to ride horses. Reads a lot.

as is normal for royalty at the time, they travel and are hosted by nobles or stay at castles owned by the king. But even that variety begins to become routine. The prince is distracted, there’s a lot of young women living and working on their route. Daughters of nobles. Younger and prettier with soft hands that have never done a day’s work.

cinderella needs something to spend her time on, and there’s a part of her thinking a couple-only trip might get her husband’s attention again, so she suggests making an old castle that’s fallen into disrepair their “project.” It was built in the time when castles were made to be defensible, so it’s quite sturdy, but it’s overgrown and secluded. The prince doesn’t know why his family stopped living there either. A hundred years ago it was their summer home.

so they go. And they work. And for a while it’s great! But when they leave for winter cinderella’s husband forgets her once again. cinderella resolves to make the best of her life and stop worrying about a man who has gotten what he wanted from her.

summer comes again and this time cinderella goes alone to the old castle (minus staff, of course, but cinderella manages to narrow it down to only repair workers and one maid). She can cook and clean and mend again, but this time it’s her own choice. She is happy.

this summer they make more progress on repairs. The workers say that most of it can be salvaged, except one tower that’s been completely overgrown with vines and briars. It will have to come down, eventually, but for now it can be safely ignored.

cinderella has more free time now. The old castle has a surprisingly untouched library, though time and moisture have damaged many of the books. Behind a collection of greek poetry cinderella finds an old diary. Very old, in fact, at least a hundred years. It’s rude to read a diary, of course, but whoever wrote this is long dead, and cinderella is bored, so…

from the description of activities the author looks to have been nobility. Maybe even a princess. She’s sensitive and sweet and smarter than she seems to realize. If circumstances had been different cinderella wishes they could have been friends…

after the summer ends cinderella returns to her husband. He’s spending a lot of time with a young musician and cinderella can’t even work up the energy to care. She does some research about the castle and the family she’s married into, finds out the name of the princess who wrote the diary.

aurora. Cursed and forgotten. She died young, they say, in a plague that also took out the castle staff and her own parents. Luckily they avoided a succession crisis, but not so lucky for the dead.

time passes. cinderella goes to the old castle again and again, even out of season. Soon enough all that remains to be done is the old tower, and the builders say they should tear it down and fill the gaps before it gets cold.

one night cinderella is restless. The princess from the diary had been fond of that tower, and cinderella is far more attached to a dead woman than she ought to be. She gets out of bed, reads by candlelight, and finally goes to walk the empty halls.

she finds herself going to the tower. Pushing past the vines that don’t seem so troublesome really. They almost part before her. The stairs are perfectly intact, the door at the top is already cracked open. As if she should have done this years ago, cinderella steps into aurora’s bedroom.

she’s as beautiful as the stories say. And sitting under her hands, crossed across her stomach as it rises and falls, is a book of greek poetry.

years later, people will tell the story of cinderella as a cautionary one. Don’t seek above your station. Don’t marry for prestige. After all, a girl who grew up as a servant once married the crown prince, and disappeared after only three years. She ran away, they say, she couldn’t handle the lifestyle.

two old women who run a bookshop together agree with the lesson. Marrying for the wrong reasons never ends well. It’s best to wait for someone you have things in common with, shared interests.

or, failing that, the more linguistic of the two says, wait a decade or ten for someone to fall in love with you from your diary.

her partner laughs and hits her with the socks she is mending.

[zhuazhua0251]

[subwaybug]

More people should get into poly shipping. Both because polyamory is awesome and because it's really fun to make complicated ass diagrams

[badassdemonsword]

Heated rivalry shouldve been about 2 ugly old guys that play mahjong then maybe id consider watching it

[krownest]

i don't remember them playing mahjong but they do other old man things like going to the wet market together and drinking soup and taking walks. anyway go watch suk suk / twilight's kiss

[krownest]

"ok but where's the old chinese lesbians" go watch all shall be well. it's by the same director and the old chinese lesbians are also at the market

[oneunicornaway]

Blue Eye Samurai - Soulmarks - Tumblr ficlets #1

Decided to post the little snippets I've been writing since I've been having slightly more time. Those are all too small or unplanned to be published on AO3 imo.

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Soulmarks are known to appear roughly around a youngster’s sixteenth spring. Most people anticipate theirs with baited breath, hoping against hope that they’ll be the lucky ones to find their soulmate among the sea of people drifting aimlessly with a mark never meant to be completed.

Akemi isn’t one of those people.

She’s nobility, she’s royalty, she’s supposed to uphold her position with a divine grace, and her goal - the reason of her existence, is always to strive to elevate herself and her family higher, until the fingers of her descendants can extend high enough to reach the sky itself.

Soulmates are not for the lot of the nobility. Strictly speaking, it is fairly unlikely to meet one’s mate within the ranks of noble men and women scurrying in the courts all over the country. Those who do gain a tremendous advantage, being seen as chosen by the deities for their destinies to be intimately entwined. After all, could the fact that you and your soulmate were born and raised in nobility not the ultimate proof of the nobleness of your soul? It was even said the first emperor and empress had been chosen by the skies for the perfectness of their bond showed the purity of their souls.

But most people weren’t so lucky. If your soulmate had the unfortunate shape of anything less than noble, you would be ridiculed, shamed, and cast out of polite society. If you had the dishonor of finding your mate amongst the common people, or worse, among merchants or peddlers, it was a sure way to get yourself ousted in the time it would take to pronounce the name of your fatemate. Of course, some had managed to bring their soulmates up in the light of nobility with them. Some soldiers ascended to the noble condition of samurai, some religious monk turned religious council in high places, but oftentimes, it still burned any and all chances you might have had of elevating yourself in society.

And so, noble people awaited their soulmarks, not with baited breath, but with anxious fretting. Girls and boys were covered from head to toe in finery so no one could see any glimpse of skin in case it suddenly showed a new marking. Only when the blasted seal appeared could they reveal themselves anew, covering only the marking of their soulmark away from prying eyes. Often, noblewomen would even burn their mark away, cover the mark with a man made one before their wedding so their husband could never discern the potential downfall that threatened them. Akemi knew of a few that didn’t even wait to see if the fates would be kind and burned all traces of them as soon as it appeared.

She didn’t intend to be so brash so soon, but she didn’t doubt it would someday become necessary.

After all, she had ambition, and the position she wanted, no soulmate could reach, for it was at the very top.

Which is why she finds herself scowling at her collarbones with a mirror that isn’t nearly clear enough.

This is so much worse than she thought it was gonna be.

There are two of them. 

Two! How is that even possible! 

At least they’re not on her face, she thinks desperately.

What the fuck.

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[ofbeinghonests]

if you have one, tag with the "6 degrees of separation" you have with a celebrity

[magsdoodle]

soooo is this what you guys meant when you asked for pain

[ashleighbeeversart]

The first of a series I think, just drew up the pattern and have been making it up as I went along with what thread I have. I wanna do more Cryptids

[gertritude]

Cant stop thinking about that tweet like there is literally nothing that isn't funny about the idea of Tim intentionally seducing Elias, Elias becoming a slightly less shitty man through this process, and then Tim ghosting him as soon as he can quit. Like imagine being Peter Lukas and u come into the institute and u find ur 200-year-old ex-husband crying under his desk b/c a depressed publisher with a bubble butt stole half the institute funds and fucked off to another continent. Like he's LITERALLY 200 years old Tim probably got him by flashing his ankles or something. Jesus christ

[gertritude]

*sits up* Jon was in a coma for SIX MONTHS. That is 100% enough time for a horribly injured but still sexy (and alive somehow) Tim to seduce Elias in prison, get fired, steal his money, leave, and for everyone else in the archives to be so embarrassed about this that they declare Tim dead rather than tell Jon of his weird sexual escapades. "But I saw him while I was sleeping -" "He died, Jonathan." This is how kayaking Tim can still win

[youngjusticer]

The legacy lives on forever.

Superhuman, by Ctreuse Lex.

[batmanego]

crying about cave paintings at 7:51 pm is a good exercise that i recommend

[batmanego]

there’s something so horribly, painfully human about cave paintings, particularly negative handprints like these

here are people, thousands of years ago, their hands stretched out in greeting. here are people who painted the world around them and saw fit to put themselves in there too. here are people who only said, “i was here. i was a person. i existed. don’t forget me.” here is a person reaching thousands of years into the future, saying “im alive. im alive”. and there’s nothing more human than that.