I hope you dont mind if I,
- wrap my legs around yours
- lay my head above your heart
- run my hands through your hair
- play footsie with you
- put my hand on your tummy
- play with yours hands
- give you fishy kisses
- talk about my day
- sing you a song
- fall asleep in your arms
- sacrifice you to satan
Thank you Marisa, it looks great. Poor Renier, always getting picked on. ;D
Had a lot of fun on this one. Check out that comic. :)
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reblogging again cause fuck this made me cry for days.
THIS IS NOT OK. THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF OK.
Let me tell you why I love this comic. In the first few pages, I like to think that the Indigo Blood and Blue Blood we see are The Grand Highblood and Executor Darkleer, before either rose to the status we see them occupy when they appear in the comic. And I love the idea that they were lord and retainer before the GHB ascended to power, because to me, it explains why the GHB let Darkleer live after he betrayed the orders of his superiors and refused to kill The Disciple. But that’s my villain fixation talking. I just like the idea that there was a connection of some kind between them. For example, picture this interpretation:
(Using their Pre-Scratch names here to make it easier)
Horuss had always admired Kurloz from afar as a child. The highb100d was beautiful in his brutality, abso100tely certain of his place at the top of the hemospectrum. When Kurloz wanted something, he took it. When he had wanted a 100utenant, he had taken Horuss, and the b100 b100d had abandoned hive and home to follow him without hesitation. It was an honor to be his weapon and his shield, to crush those unworthy of his lord’s contempt, and to take the blows of those unworthy to scar the Highb100d’s flesh.
For Horuss knew in his heart that Kurloz would be the Grand Highb100d one day, as sure as he knew that the Alternian sky was black, or that his place would be at Kurloz’s side. He would be his weapon in the coup that was to come, and when at last brutal victory was wrenched from the dying grasp of the former ringmaster of the Dark Carnival, Horuss would be Kurloz’s E%ecutor, continuing his duties until the end of his life. It was to be a fitting life. A correct life. And when the time had come to e%terminate the one called the Signless, he had done so without a second thought. But when she was called to face his arrow, for the first time in his life, he hesitated. Something STRONGER than him stayed his arm, pulled at his heart, and told him, “No.”
When he had been called before the magnificent presence of the Grand Highb100d to plead his case, he had not said a word. There was nothing to be said. He had failed, and deserved death. He still did not understand what it was that he had seen in Kurloz’s face that day when his lord had not granted him that. Lesser minds might have thought it mercy, but Horuss knew better. It was abso100te punishment, denying him the honorable death he deserved. And if the vulgar whisperers were correct, and there were other, redder motives to the High Subjugglator sparing his life, Horuss would never have believed them. And if the Grand Highb100d had left the court for a long time shortly afterward, declaring that, “AIN’T NOTHING WORTH SMILING AT ANY MORE,” what was he to think of that? He was nothing any more, just a cleft shield, a ruined weapon. A broken bow.
Reblogging my own comic because ^that^ was pretty fun to read.
I really want to do more but it looks like this is all that’s coming out of the pen tonight. >:(
You guys had awesome suggestions though, thanks, I’m literally not creative enough tonight to pull some of those ideas off. Maybe next time. <3
This photo just came up in my facebook news feed:
What the actual fuck.
I’m sorry, I normally don’t jump in on these kind of things, but this is grinding my gears like something else. Please don’t get me wrong, the women in the photo (though not “thick” in my opinion) are absolutely beautiful, and I understand what this photo is trying to do. All women, people rather, should feel comfortable in their own bodies. The photo is celebrating women bigger than a size 2. That’s commendable and something that absolutely should be spread. It’s no surprise to me that the photo has over 300 likes and 100 shares in less than an hour.
But what gets me here is that the creator of the image (whoever you are) is celebrating one body type by bashing another. ”Bones are for the dog?” Skinny girls don’t deserve men? Why the hell does an entire body type get condemned so that another can be embraced? This makes so little sense to me. There are so many body types and they’re all fan-fucking-tastic. Because god/nature/genetics/stardust made us that way.
When I was a teen I was naturally very skinny. It was pointed out to me all the time by people of both genders and all age groups. I had people who assumed out loud and to my face that I was bulimic and should get help. I absolutely despised my body type and hated my own reflection, which some people continued reminding me “others are starving themselves for.” I’ve grown a lot since then, put on some healthy post-puberty weight and realized that it never really mattered. There will be people attracted to me and there will be people not attracted to me. I’m very content in my thin frame but I’d still be happy in a “thick” frame like one of the women in the photo, because that’s the perfect body in someone’s opinion. But I still have to imagine that if I had seen this photo age 15, I would have spent a day or six despising myself over and over again for my own genetic code.
I am all for a cultural revolt. Skinny is not better than fat. And this photo was trying to help the cause, but it’s just as damaging to the opposite end of the spectrum. Why even differentiate between fat and skinny? How about skinny is not better than fat, and fat is not better than skinny? How about everyone is uniquely beautiful and it feels better to be happy with who you are rather than hate yourself for what you don’t look like? You are a physiologically advanced and fascinating ever-changing organic system of hardworking organs composed of trillions of functional and amazing molecules.
I WALKED ACROSS THE STREET TO GET SOME PAPER AND I COME BACK TO A HUGE PICTURE OF NICHOLAS CAGE’S FACE
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aaaaaand my (old)school is all over tumblr! interesting…haha I bet I know 1-2 of the people responsible for this.