Nessian by lilytea [twitter]

Deidara's Hair by invisibleninja12 on deviantart

the latin students

sheets of parchment grown brittle with age

practicing verb conjugations until you know them by heart

the faint, dusty smell of an old church

reading of long-ago battles, preserved in history

tracing the outlines of the roman empire on a map

learning the story of romulus and remus

dried fruit and a goblet of wine

the cramped, elaborate letters of a medieval manuscript

the tragedy of pompeii, brought to life in museum displays and historical accounts

walking through ruins, spaces treasured over the centuries

perfecting your grammar, seeing how all the different pieces fit together

latin phrases scribbled in the margins of all your notebooks

bringing new life to a dead language

a calligraphy pen sliding gracefully across the page

reading of new archaeological discoveries

mosaics and frescoes still vibrant after hundreds of years underground

noun declensions running through your head

elegant statues, still beautiful after millenia

getting a window not only into antiquity, but into hundreds of years of european history

celebrating the ides of march with your friends

Helion x Lady Autumn

A Court Of Thorns And Roses

Artist: hancorinne_

Deidara has huge pupils... even in the manga!

and now ...

Deidara? no excuses ?! Hahaha...he consumes things 😭

Deidara's POV:

𝐃𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚 : no, my secret!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 : Deidara, what are you doing?!

𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢 : Deidara senpai consumes things

𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐢 : yes, art is obviously very ephemeral for you... you will die young..

hear me out on deidara

Fanart Deidara 💣🎇

Deidara con outfit especial creo que de año nuevo, version de juego chino para celular.

me encanta cuando aparecen en versiones con otros trajes jaja xD

translator:

fanart of Deidara with a special outfit, I think it's New Year's, version of a Chinese game for cell phones.

I love when they appear in versions with other suits haha ​​xD

Will the future High Lord of Autumn please turn to the audience?

Apollo: Your eyes are red. Are you high again? Dionysus, imitating Apollo: "ArE yOu HiGH AGaIN?" Dionysus: No, bitch. I've been crying. Apollo: Apollo: Oh.

"LOOKS LIKE WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO KILL THIS GUY, PIP" is definitely canon.

I love Conn very very much<3

harrowhark getting her lobotomy done at claire's

(ps: merry christmas eve! you can't see but we just hit 10k on here... my christmas gift from the world, thank you dearly)

Rowan, standing with their back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Captain Kerrn.

Captain Kerrn: How did you do that without turning around?

Rowan: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you

Me gusta practicar con muchos pinceles aunque creo que afecta ka consistencia ^^; Todo dibujado con dedito y en el celular mientras estoy atrapada en el trafico DX

Tenia mas cosas de que decir, pero al final ya olvide que era lol

‘Ottoman Beauty with a Butterfly’ by Harold H. Piffard (British, 1867–1938)

Connwaer: Can I bother you for a second?

Embre-Wing : You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

something reawakened within me

also I cannot draw old men so thank you nevery for enabling me to draw more old men

Please do 17 from the hug list for Eris!! 🖤

You're having a hard day, Eris comes to your rescue.

A/N: Eris x Reader. Based on prompt 17 from this list! A little angsty, a little fluffy. Eris is very sweet in this one. Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope you enjoy! ♡ Warnings: Sad reader. Mentions of cruel political figures/actions.

As a rule, you prided yourself on your steely strength, the ability to push your own emotions to the side in order to support those you love. Being mated to Eris only furthered the necessity of this particular skill set. The Autumn Court could never see you waiver; you were simply a silent, austere, accessory on the arm of the General and Heir to their High Lord. As you woke that morning, a rush of emotion overcame you, and you burst into tears without warning. Grateful that Eris had already left, you allowed yourself to cry; the past week of courtly antics had been particularly ghastly to bear witness to, and though you’d presented an air of indifference, delectation even, inside you were full of sorrow. In a rare moment of frailty, the emotions became too much to contain.

Missing breakfast was not that unusual, but when Eris got to the dining room for lunch, scanning the occupants only to find you again absent, he knew something was wrong. Meals were, typically, your check-in points on days when the work he needed to complete was not formally at court, thus not requiring your presence. Concern gnawing at him, checking on you was more important than his own nourishment. As he walked into your shared bedchambers, he found you curled up on the loveseat, your back to him, one of his smokehounds cuddled in your lap. “Have you grown tired of my unbearably good looks and unrelenting charm?” he teased as he approached, stopping abruptly as he finally caught a glimpse of your face; your cheeks were stained with tears, your eyes red and puffy. 

Eris felt his heart sink to his stomach, closing the distance he joined you on the loveseat, pulling you immediately into his embrace. Despite yourself, hot, fresh tears began flowing from your eyes onto his neck as sobs tore through your body with such intensity you feared you might bust a rib. “Shhh,” Eris soothed, holding you firmly, rubbing soothing circles into your back. As your crying grew less violent, he peppered kisses to your temple, the crown of your head, your forehead; you relaxed into his embrace as his hand continued its comforting motion. “I’m sorry,” you hiccuped, still clung desperately to his frame. “Whatever for?” he asked into your hair, pressing a kiss where his words had been spoken. “You don’t need this,” you whispered, guiltily. “Hey,” he began, moving to gently grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his eyes, “I am never too busy, or too stressed, to help you. I would drop everything in my life for you. Do you understand?” Nodding into his hand, a fresh tear fell from the corner of your eye; Eris wiped the tear away with his thumb. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked sincerely, watching as your face fell, your eyes haunted. Shaking your head, you responded, “I’m just having a hard day…the weight of all the horrors we’re forced to carry with us just became a little too heavy today.” Eris felt a familiar pang of self-condemnation strike him in the gut, pressing you close to his body once more, his lips found your ear, peppering kisses along the soft ridge. “Allow me to shoulder the burden then,” he whispered into the pointed flesh, “as you so often do for me. Let it be my turn.”