#whenyoulosesmallmind

[triflingshadows]

Portrait commission of @whenyoulosesmallmind’s watcher Tehanu, thank u for commissioning me!

[sneakydraws]

ig it's time for me to reveal myself... I'm "bottoming would fix andrej" anon! -- as if it wasn't already obvious by my spelling in the reblogging tags :")

but I wanted to thank u with a little fanart of your andrej that then spiralled with him crossdressing because I happen to think that would fix him, too -- actually what got me thinking abt andrej in a dress was reading about feliks jusupov and how killing rasputin can be such a cute couple activity, but. Well, let's not get into that!

andrej's dress is based on the painting by vervet "portrait of Louise vernet" and u can see very clearly where I remembered, actually, that I can't draw.

but I had fun doing the sketch! I may finish him one day; alas it was fun trying a less realistic portrait style :")

thank u again! especially for looking out for me those passages in the books haha

KNEW IT!! sorry I mean ekhm I definitely don't sift through reblogs to check how different bloggers spell andrei's name that would be really weird.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR THE ART ITS WONDERFUL I love how you drew the neck and shoulders???? VERY dignified

[nattvingen]

*dragging a metal cup against prison bars* s-spare some awooga pls?

Alms incoming! Tho I think you've read all there is to it (for now), but hey!!! It's a pretty decent fic so far!!!

Modern-ish AU, Varian/Genn, ruh-roh he's hot – it's...!

Awooga.

Liam’s car comes to a stop on the driveway and there is a deluge of youths and even a dog pouring out of there, as Lorna has brought the Crowley’s labrador, Donovan, to splash around in the pool before it’s emptied for the fall. Anduin waves happily at them as Liam ambles over to grab a glass of lemonade, taking it with him inside, bag hanging off his shoulder.

“Finals are coming up, and then university applications, dear me,” Mia sighs, watching him go and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“The relentless progress of time, huh?” Varian half-jokes, and she hums an agreement. “He’s a great kid.”

“We’re doing well at this parenting thing, all of us. Speaking of,” she indicates the car pulling up on the driveway at the front of the house with a small smile, and pours another glass. Genn soon slumps into the third chair with a sigh, tugging at his collar.

“Car’s like a damn sauna. Thanks, dear.” He presses the glass against his red face, groaning as the cool condensation contrasts against the sweat.

“Actually drink it,” Mia admonishes, and he laughs and takes a swallow. Varian looks over as he hears Anduin’s peal of laughter, playing tug of war with the dog.

“Mm, that hit the spot. You alright, there?” Genn’s rolling up his sleeves.

“Hm?” Ah, he must’ve looked some sort of way. Mia, too, is looking at him with some concern. “Well. The other night, we had a… difficult talk, Anduin and I. It’s left me a bit rattled, truth be told. Sometimes I’m convinced he’s leagues smarter than me, and no matter how much I want to help there’s things I plain don’t know, you know? I miss his mother the most, times like this.”

He motions to the way Mia is leaning against Genn’s arm in unthinking comfort.

“You’ve no thoughts of remarrying, then?” Genn asks.

Mia throws her husband a sharp look, but Varian only sighs and shrugs.

“I thought of it. Then I thought better of it.”

And now, now that Anduin’s put these thoughts in his head? Would feel a bit like a betrayal of that part of him, if he has one. Not to mention how disastrous his one fresh attempt had been.

“Just saying. A man has needs, it’s only natural.”

“Genn,” Mia shuts him down, and Varian sits silent, turning his glass around in his hand and watching the lone strawberry bob in there.

“Sorry if that’s too personal.”

“Nah. Just… Mostly I worry that Anduin worries about me being lonely. Moving here has been great, but still.”

“He’s a natural caretaker, that boy,” Mia smiles sadly.

“Didn’t get that instinct from me,” Varian replies. “I want him to focus on his own life, on school and friends. Sports, if he can be convinced.”

“Girls?” Genn slyly suggests, laughing when Mia playfully swats at his bare forearm.

Varian laughs along, despite himself.

“Yeah, something like that,” he says, distracted as Genn tips his head back to swallow down the last of his drink, Adam’s apple bobbing. A single drop of sweat seems to follow the motion down his throat.

Ah.

Aw, shit.

[thefoulbeast]

am intrigued by "summer of 194X by the Gorkhon" /eyes emoji

Okay! this is a patho fic in which like. Artemy is wounded during his time as a war doctor (forgot the right name for it. medic on the front line) and is then discharged and sent home. the plague doesn't happen, its just him coming to terms with his disability (knee injury) and mending relationships with his old friends. does focus somewhat on the relationship between artemy and stakh but i havent't decided if i wanna make it romantic or keep it platonic.

have a snippet!

[risualto]

Art History Aesthetics

I was tagged by @whenyoulosesmallmind​ a while ago!  I’m sorry this is so late, but thank you thank you for tagging me!  <3  I love these.

Consider this an open tag: if you’re reading this rn and want to do this meme, I’m tagging you.  Please tag me back so I can read it!

I’ve already done something similar to this with my Watchers, so I’m going to use one of my D&D characters instead, Ytelarien.

Rules: Bold what applies, italicize what applies sometimes or somewhat.

MEDIEVAL: Tired eyes. Coffee stains on the table. Listening to the bustle of the city. Unmade beds. Ponytails. Sunlight seeping through the curtains. Chapped lips. Walking barefoot across floorboards. Dusty dictionaries. Black and white reruns. Huge sweaters. The ticking of the clock. Hearing birds in the morning. Fireplaces. Falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE: Freckles. The sun rising. Watching the sea. Taking shots of the city. Historical museums. Bright eyes. Looking up at the clouds. Walls covered in artwork. Drawing in the middle of lessons. Tracing your fingers on the sand. Painting for hours. Staying in uncrowded coffee shops. Worn paperbacks. Messy braids. Going to bed with your knee socks on.

BAROQUE: Dark hair. A little sophisticated. Always observing the world around you. Intricate designs. High ceilings. Extravagant musical pieces. Dim lights. Colorless photographs. Fancy furniture. Pale skin. Hearing soft footfalls coming from outside your room. Mischievous looks. Bitten nails. Candlelight dinners. Dark shades of lipstick.

CLASSICAL: Chandeliers. The clinking of a teacup. Laced clothing. Modern architecture. Light hair. Watching the view from the terrace. Hidden birthmarks. Drinking tea in the morning. Wandering about in an empty building. Botanical gardens. Old films. Ancient marble sculptures. Expensive perfume. Breakfast in bed. Reading stories about mythology.

ROMANTIC: Compassion. Short writings on scraps of paper. Blushed cheeks. A bouquet of roses. Reading collections of poetry late at night. Loose hair. Carpeted floors. Attending operas. Faint music playing in the background. Staying under the covers until midday. The night sky. Streetlights. Picking flowers. Dancing around in silk dresses. Scented candles.

[impossible-rat-babies]

oh white and grey mutual def

white: mutual you’d commit a crime with

grey: mutual that is so smart and cool and i love to hear your thoughts pls continue to share your musings w/me

me on my way to gather y’all up to be gay and do crimez

[pillow-boi]

I've been staring at your legault/heath pic for days now. it's so beautiful and soft and perfect. and legault is taller than heath! and he has the most loving expression on his face! my skin is cleared and my depression is cured, thank you for giving the fandom such a beautiful piece, know that I would die for u

Thank you this is so sweet T∆T

I played FE7 last year and I love the whoooole cast so much!! And I had to use so much of my brain to level up heath and legault’s supports while winning…… ha ha

[graysonning]

97. "I don't need a hero, I need a husband." <3

For this prompt meme. 

Dick clambered in through the window into his apartment, pulling off his mask. It had been a long patrol, and all he wanted was to take off the suit, get some food, and curl up in bed with some stupid movie playing. He was halfway to the fridge with the Nightwing suit down to his waist before he noticed Jason standing awkwardly in his living room.

“Jay, I didn’t know you were back.” Dick smiled. He walked over to greet Jason, only to notice the tension in his shoulders. “What happened?”

Jason shook his head. Dick wondered for a moment how he could even move his head with how tense his muscles were. “I just came over to give you this.” He stuck out his hand.

In it sat the black box that held the ring Dick had proposed with.

Dick felt his stomach clench.

“I’m not a hero, Dick. You deserve someone good, and I’m not that.”

“Jay-”

“I’ve killed, you know that. Fuck, I tried to kill you. How can you want to be with me after all that? I’m not a hero and I never will be. You’re better off just cutting your losses now.”

Dick tentatively closed the distance in between them and rested a hand on Jason’s chest. “I don’t need a hero, Jay. I don’t need someone to come in, cape swirling, and save me. I need a husband. To be there with me for the highs and the lows. To make coffee with in the morning and cuddle on the couch with. I don’t want someone to catch me when I fall. I want someone to fly with me.”

Jason was trembling, Dick could feel it.

Then, all of a sudden, Jason crumpled in around Dick. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into Dick’s neck. “I want to marry you. I’m sorry.”

Dick’s arms had wrapped around Jason the moment he’d weakened. “Shh, Jay. It’s alright. I want to marry you, too.”

Dick wasn’t sure how long they’d stood like that, Jason wrapped his arms, watching the early morning shadows move across the living room. Eventually, Jason pulled back and wiped a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry. I was on a stakeout, and I got in my head, and I just...” He trailed off, shaking his head.

“It’s okay, Jaybird. I love you.” He plucked the ring box from where it was still clutched in Jason’s fist and pulled the ring out. “No matter what, I love you, okay?” He gently slid the ring onto Jason’s finger, just like he’d done two weeks ago.

“I love you too,” Jason said softly. “I promise I’ll always fly with you. But I also promise to be there when you fall, too.”

“My hero.” Dick smiled, pressing his lips to Jason’s in a kiss.