#hum...

[warpstarrie]

MY BABIES.....

[osamoved]

hi 🥺 ! have a good day <3 I feel that today might not be a good day to be on ;; hdjdks period feelings I am getting irritated easily you know how it is lmao . we will see if that stops me from being on.. maybe just less at least unless I feel a bit better (≖ᴗ≖ )

can you look after him a sec for me? he is very polite (lie)

[mformultiverse]

Commission for @bearvanhelsing ❤️ Aria my beloved ✨

[monarachel-974]

are some of your drawings scenes from fanfics?

Hum... No? It's from my head. XD

[welcometosasakiworld]

HPXDP prompt #5

When the Dark Lord cast the killing curse on Harry Potter on 31 October 1981, it did kill the baby... but not all the way.

Harry Potter was half-dead, an Halfa.

And that fact was never discovered till Danny Phantom proved the existence of ghosts to muggles, who began to question if others supernatural creatures existed.

Harry was watching the telly when Phantom appeared on the news, and the young wizard started to connect the dots about how he could turn intangible and invisible if he wished, and why he was more comfortable in the presence of the dead.

[alder-saan]

read La peste de Justinien (541-750): questions médicales et réponses sociales by Dionysios Stathakopoulos for my byzantin history oral exam

or

read a Maleficent/Aurora fanfiction?

[solrosan]

Another part of the build-up to The Saga of Jo Yeong, Badass Prince Consort of the Kingdom of Corea! (First part is here) At some point, I will get to the actual Badass part, but I need to deal with some shit first XD

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The worst part, by far, is having a security detail. Yeong tries to be gracious about it, but it’s really hard. More often than anyone is comfortable with, he finds himself in the Guards’ headquarters, looking over everyone’s shoulder and having opinions.

“You have to fucking stop,” Captain Park In-young tells him bluntly one afternoon when they drink soju, hidden away behind a camera blind spot neither of them pretend exist. “If someone pulls a gun, you’re not supposed to jump in front of him anymore.”

Yeong frowns. “Did you talk to me like this when I was Captain?”

“I didn’t have to talk to you this way then.” Then she adds as an afterthought, “Your Highness.”

“You know my husband can have you beheaded.”

In-young gapes and stares. “Did you seriously just…?”

Yeong grumbles. “I did, didn’t I?”

“We had higher hopes for you, you know. Min-kyu who thinks the least of you, apparently, still had five months before you’d throw His Majesty at us.”

“You’ve been betting on me?”

“Of course we have.”

There’s a really weird comfort in that. He serves her more alcohol and is about to fill his own cup as well, but she takes it and refills it for him.

“I’m serious, Your Highness,” she says as they both raise their cups and empty them. “It’s a problem that right now, step 1 is always ‘make sure the Prince consort doesn’t jump in front of the king at first sign of danger’. It’s going to end up putting both of you in danger.”

“I know.”

“Do you trust us, Your Highness?”

“No.”

In-young snorts. “Thanks.”

“I don’t know what it is,” he admits, sighing. “I trusted you with his life before, and I don’t care enough about my own to not trust you with it, but--”

“Yeong,” she says, holding up a finger. “Don’t say things like that. Your life is important.”

He moves her hand out of his face, glaring.

It doesn’t scare her in the least and she just pours them more alcohol.

“If you don’t want to take my word for it, ask your husband,” she says, lifting her glass again. “If there’s something that will actually get us beheaded it’ll be failing to protect you.”

“I’ll talk to him.”

“No, you’re going to stop being an idiot and let us do our job in peace.”

Yeong lifts his own glass, immensely grateful to be called an idiot to his face.

“I’ll promise to do better.”

In-young smiles and raises her glass as well. “That’s all I’m asking, Your Highness.”