what sucks about making a historical Au is that I want it to be as accurate as possible, but I also have to keep in mind that the only way to do this 100% would be time travel :/

They are trying to flirt :)

N secretly likes watching when they do that.... i mean... just in case he has to stop them if they get too violent ofc 6v6;;; 👉👈

also meet lil "Sugar Cube" :D ill explain more about it... soon 9v9;;;

a nightmare come true

actually yknow what heres what ive been working on in roblox for the past 2 days

Day 105 | id in alt

Kugisaki is as much of a menace as Inumaki is sometimes.

Boy King AU | Vettonso + Martian | 1.3k

There's something about putting the future emperor of the Holy Realm on his knees like this. About how easily he goes, how willingly, how obediently. What would his adoring public think if they could see him now. If they saw their beloved king pressed down like this, in the cramped space between Fernando's legs. When they realized their little boy king took it like he was a little concubine instead. 

Fernando's bitterness is lifted away in moments like these, like taking off a heavy cloak on a winter's day. It was hard to feel humiliated about his own situation when watching Sebastian debase himself like this. 

He always gives himself up so easily. When Fernando threaded his fingers through his thick curls. When he pulled them, and then when he pressed his face down further down into the vee of his legs.  Sebastian rubbed his cheek into the coarse fabric of Fernando's breeches and blinked up at him. Fernando had to smother an embarrassing sound; he was just like a little cat!

Sebastian quirked his lips up into an odd little smile and slightly rose up on his knees, "What's funny?" Fernando swallowed lightly and schooled his face back into being impassive, "Nothing. As you were." Sebastian simply smirked at him and let himself be pushed back down by the fist clenched in his hair. 

Fernando scoffed internally, there was only so much pleasure in putting the other man in his place when he instead acted like this, this degrading action, was his birthright. He took to ruling and indulging in carnal pleasures as if they were of equal gravity. To be privileged to hold such high station and also let himself be taken apart like this…Fernando felt embarrassed for him.

He is dragged away from his musings when Sebastian moved to settle his hands in Fernando's lap, clutching his hips over the fabric and slightly squeezing; Fernando fought against the urge to shiver. Sebastian pushed up the skirt of Fernando's waistcoat and smoothed his hands over the opening flap of his breeches.

His eyes darted up at Fernando again, a daft smile on his face. Fernando scowled at him, "What?" Seb's grin sharpened, "You could stand to be a little more gracious. This is your future emperor, and future husband might I add, kneeling for you on this dirty, depraved, derelict- ah–" Fernando tugged on his hair again and hissed, "Well then, why don't you show me how eager you are to perform your marital duties?" 

Seb licked his lips, completely unconcerned by Fernando's annoyance, and unbuttoned one side of the closure to Fernando's breeches and moved to open the other–

The door to the carriage flew open, arrival announcement dying on a wheezing breath as the servant took in the image the two kings made. One splayed across the seat, exuding power, the other kneeled, debauched, between the former's legs. 

One would be hard pressed to determine which was higher on the totem of power and titles. 

There was something gratifying about this to Fernando, about being caught. He had been humiliated enough throughout the entire courtship, what was one more thing? And, certainly, what was one more thing if he could drag Sebastian down into the dirt with him. 

"Oh Mark, don't act so abashed! It's nothing you haven't seen before, in fact, we have been in this very position not even a fortnight ago!"

Oh. Yes. That. 

It was hard to be completely pleased when he remembered how Sebastian had already spent years prior to their engagement sampling the palace's ample selection of fellow high-born men. And how all those men seemed to be completely and utterly wrapped around his little finger.

Fernando released his hand from Sebastian's hair as if it had burned him. He did not understand why he felt ashamed with Mark looking in on them like this. Fernando was the one marrying Sebastian, not Mark; Mark was just a lowly courtier who had the esteemed duty of spending practically every waking hour with the brat…something he himself was decidedly not looking forward to. 

Sebastian stayed kneeling, staring impassively up at Mark, still fiddling with the clasp on Fernando's breeches. Fernando gritted his teeth and looked up from where he was watching Sebastian's clever little hands; Mark stared back at him placidly. 

Mark's indifference made the entire situation worse. Fernando now felt as if he was not doing anything unique, not doing anything particularly new. How many other men had Mark caught Seb with in this exact position? Fernando felt like he was just another plaything of the boy king, soon to be boy emperor, except his position was forever, permanent. He was the "Kept King", the king who only kept his throne due to the whims of a boy who doesn't even understand what power is.

Mark coughed, "Well," he says, "Your Majesty, I do believe you have a meeting to attend." Seb pouted at him and whined, "We were just getting to the main course," but still braced himself on Fernando's thighs and got up off the carriage floor. 

Seb pranced down the steps Mark had placed next to the carriage, miming tripping sown the stairs, snickering when his action made Mark reflexively reach out to grab him, and then playfully skipped off the final step. 

Fernando couldn't help but stare as Mark made the weirdest grimace in response, and he inexplicably felt all his mortification seep away from him. Huh. Maybe Mark is-

Seb then turned around and frowned at him, seemingly disappointed, but his eyes are deceivingly sharp, "Fernando, I regret to inform you that I have other duties I must attend to, you will simply have to wait." He then grinned up at Mark next to him and giggled as the other man stiffened when Sebastian looped both of his arms through Mark's. 

He leaned all his weight on the other man, Mark not so much as shifting his weight, "Oh Mark, won't you carry me back to the palace? I'm so very tired after all the horse riding," Seb looked up at him imploringly.

Fernando observed as Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged off the man, though notably not pulling his arm from Seb's grasp, and he got the distinct feeling that this exact scene had been played out countless times before. 

Fernando clenched his jaw as he watched Seb turn and saunter off, Mark trotting alongside him like a loyal dog. Fernando was supposed to be the unaffected one in this partnership, the unflustered one, the unconcerned one. And yet here he stood, in broad daylight, in a foreign kingdom, on the steps of a carriage with his breeches half unbuttoned and his cravat in disarray. 

He heard a cough from beside him, jolted and looked to the side. Sebastian's loyal Horse Master stood there, lounging against the side of the carriage. Fernando had forgotten who had even been driving the carriage in the first place. After Seb has let himself be pushed down, his hair still windswept from their ride together, everything else seemed to fade away. His thoughts were reduced only to how he could mess up the younger man's hair further. 

Jenson grinned at him wolfishly, and casually crossed his legs,  "First time?" he inquired. Fernando glared at him. The other man laughed openly at him, "What? He's a busy man with big prospects. You're not his majesty's only conquest, you know. Now your throne on the other hand…"

Fernando seethed, it was one thing to be humiliated by the future emperor, but to be patronized by the king's horse boy? No. It would simply not do. He closed his eyes in annoyance, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled, and prepared a speech about how he was not about to be talked down to by a man who didn't even have a throne to speak of! 

But when he opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to begin his tirade, Jenson was already wandering away to tend to the horses. Dios mío, Fernando was not mentally prepared to spend the rest of his life with all of these impertinent morons. 

1600s

Drew both Piris in the 1600s, but in their much fancier wear :D Their attire is very Lusong (Tagalog + Kapampangan) since they're pretty much under Maynila's care for most of the time here though the rest of their accessories are from other provinces.

ID: A colored digital drawing of a reference sheet for Y/N and Eclipse(aka Sun and Moon in the same body) from the Real Steel AU. On the far left is Eclipse’s design. Both Sun’s rays and Moon’s nightcap is out on their head. On their left is three different heads of Eclipse. The first head has Sun’s sun rays out. The smile and left eye glow yellow. An arrow points at the head and the text above it says “Sun in control”. The second head has nightcap the head. The smile and right eye glow dark blue. An arrow points at the head and the text above it says “Moon in control”. The third head has most sun rays out and a nightcap. The smile and both eyes glow purple. An arrow points at the head and the text below it says “Oh no”. On the top right is Eclipse’s controller with a screen and a handle on each side. The handles have buttons. The left side has a sun drawn on it and the right side has a moon drawn on it. The screen shows blue squares and on one there is a bot. It has two antennas sticking out at the top. Under the controller is Y/N. Next to them is an arrow pointing at a zoom in of their neck which has a scar. Underneath is text saying “Most noticeable scar from the worst encounter with people that Y/N bet with in the past”. In the right corner is a sketch of Eclipse’s face without the eyes or mouth. All it shows is the crack in the shape of a crescent moon. An arrow points at the crack and the text next to it says “crack like”. Another arrow points down to a photo of Atom from the movie Real Steel. It’s pointing specifically at the crack on Atom’s face. End ID.

ID: A digital drawing showing how Real Steel!Eclipse, with Sun in control, works when Moon tries speaking. The first part is Sun in control and his smile and left eye are glowing yellow. He is saying “La la la”. The second part is Sun’s rays shrinking into his head. Sun’s yellow eye still glows. Moon’s blue eye is now glowing on the right and glitches slightly. Their smile is split between blue and yellow and glitching as well. Moon is saying “Bleh”. There is an arrow pointing at Moon’s blue eye and the text below says “Moon’s eye flickers and their mouth glitches between their colors + how their mouth moves”. The third part is Moon’s eye and smile gone. Only Sun’s smile and eye are glowing. Sun is saying “Anyway- la la”. A text next to him says “Back to main in control”. End ID.

ID: A digital drawing of Eclipse and Y/N from the Real Steal AU. Eclipse has a panicked look on his face and his eyes and smile are glowing purple. Next to him a text says “Why me”. Behind him is a simple doodle of Y/N is saying “Yo bro, you ok?”. End ID.

man i love this new brush i found UHFISH I ALSO TRIED STICKING GREGORY IN HERE BUT I DREW HIM TOO TINY AND HE JUST LOOKED ODD SO ILL DRAW A REF FOR HIM SOME OTHER TIME

The legendary Kip Cali-Kíl, a historical figure and culture hero to the peoples of the central western steppes, here depicted during the Raid of Clan Czekíl as she drives the demigod Great Ram

Kip Cali-Kíl literally means ‘little hawk flea’, which is atypical of normal naming conventions and sounds more like (and possibly was) a nickname given to a feisty child. (kíl means ‘hawk’, you will see this word a lot among central western qilik peoples as hawks tend to be culturally significant.) She is also called ‘Kipcali’ - just ‘little flea’ (often in drinking songs for humorous effects)

She was a real historical figure, though there is very little information on her personal life, and myth and exaggeration has filled in many gaps. She was of a clan whose name has been lost to history (though this clan appears to have cattle egrets as a heraldic animal) and became clanmother as a youth.

The tale itself goes like this:

Clan Czekíl, lead by the proud clanmother Ten Czekíl, was the wealthiest clan on the steppes. Unlike many other clans, they had a semi-permanent settlement, with only their shepherds and herders roaming (and even they did not roam far). This allowed the clan to grow huge, perhaps bloated, and forced them to intrude on other clan’s territory. Both arrogant with numbers and desperate with a hard year and approaching winter, they drove out Cali-Kí’s clan from one of their winter pastures, a deep valley called 'Valley of the Black Stork'.

Cali-Kíl clan suffered significant losses that winter, and Cali-Kíl took up the mantle of clanmother during this time, with her skill as a livestock raider helping to keep them afloat. She was also a great diplomat, and in this time made alliances with the great clans Lakh and Cze-Tain, and made a deal.

The next autumn, she and all the best riders of her clan and of Lakh and Cze-Tain returned to the valley. They chased off the herders and fought off the warriors, and went about gathering the animals to be stolen. But there was a problem- the reason for the abundance Czekíl’s great herds, a ‘demigod’ ram often called the Great Ram of the Czekíl. 

It was said to have a divine (likely ‘earthbound god’) father and a mortal ram as its mother, and was almost twice the size of a normal ram. It was said to be so aggressive that it would kill any approaching its herd who had not raised it, and its horns had to be ceremonially painted and spurred (as was custom) in deep sleep by a child small enough to climb across it unnoticed. It was said to believe itself master of all the herds, protecting not just the rams but the cattle and sheep and goats, and sometimes attempting to mate with them (to unfortunate effect).

The Great Ram saw the raiders and began its attack, easily scattering their ranks and killing several of their number. Cali-Kíl herself was thrown from her ram and her entire right arm and prized bow crushed with one stomp of its massive hoof. 

It is sometimes said that she cut the ruined limb off on the spot, or quickly skinned a dead cattle to form a sling. Regardless, she managed to continue fighting. Taking a driving-whip from one of her raiders, she leapt atop the great beast. It bucked and spun, wildly trying to remove the rider, but Cali-Kíl is the best rider there was, and even with a ruined limb she gained control of the ram. Using the bite of her claws and the whip, she directed the ram to scatter clan Czekíls warriors and trample any who still resisted, and once victory was clear, drove the beast in a wide arc around two thirds of Czekíl’s herd, and took them all. The number is often cited as 10,000 cattle, 15,000 sheep, 5,000 rams, and 100 goats (though this is very unlikely). Regardless of number, this was a substantial victory, and the spoils were divided between clans Calikíl, Lakh, and Cze-Tain.

This was not the final blow- next, Cali-Kíl is said to have approached clanmother Ten Czekíl personally to hear her surrender. Ten Czekíl was a fierce and powerful warrior, and could have killed little Cali-Kíl on the spot, but accepted a challenge of a game of wits (or a drinking game, depending on the source). Ten Czekíl left this encounter humiliated and/or plastered, and Cali-Kíl left with half of her husbands and ten of her sons (one of which chose not to return and became Cali-Kíl’s main husband).

Thoroughly humbled, Clan Czekíl retreated south away from the steppes. In this new territory, they left nomadism behind almost entirely and became fully agricultural, eventually establishing a kingdom. They would form the contemporary Czekl people (whose name likely changed as local dialects developed, but it’s often joked that kíl (hawk) faded out of humiliation of defeat by a ‘little hawk flea’).

Kip Cali-Kíl’s clan regained their pastures and flourished. They took her name and became Calikíl, and many clans of the steppes call themselves the Calikíl people, as the raid was hardly clan Calikíl’s only impact on the steppes and many owe allegiance to her legacy (though individual clan identity still trumps all else).

There is a humorous tale of the great undertaking of castrating the Ram (after which it was-, supposedly, gentle and tame), though other accounts suggest it was far too wild and was killed, or that it escaped and perhaps still terrorizes lonely parts of the steppe.

There is much ambiguity, and much variation, and much more to the story, but that is most often the conclusion of this tale.

(Additional commentary):

Much is made about her physical attributes, she was said to be unusually tiny (especially for a woman) and to have a very long tail, both of which apparently facilitated her legendary skills as a rider. She’s often described as dancing across the backs of stampeding cattle as if in flight, or gliding across the backs of rams like a snake. 

Her name would be assumed to stem from her size as a childhood nickname, but it may have been bestowed after the raid- Czekíl translates to the effect of ‘cloud hawk’ or ‘hawk in the clouds’, thus, a high flying hawk brought to ground by its flea.

Much fuss is also made about her going to battle naked but for her clan’s girdle and a crowfeather cloak, and of riding with no reins or saddle, but this was a normal custom for warrior-raiders wholly reliant on agility and often leaping from animal to animal. (the cloaks would protect against cold and obscure their silhouette from archers)

Livestock raiding was (and is) a fact of life on the steppes, particularly during lean times. However, it’s heavily ritualized and used to avoid open warfare between clans (though can of course be deadly). It also prevents any one clan from amassing significant wealth over another (unless they adopt a different lifestyle, and most wouldnt give up transhumance for the world).

It’s common practice for a clanmother to have many husbands (sometimes dozens), but only one husband was actually a lover or sire of her children (called a clanfather). The rest are ‘married to the clan’ and take care of children. As with anything, exceptions may occur, but this is the common practice.

The stolen sons and husbands references another set of practices, though it’s uncertain which it’s describing. There is a ritualized form of ‘kidnapping’ a groom (after prior courting) as a show of power and skill, while there is also true abductions of the men of rival clans. In the case of the latter, this is a power play between clans, and the victim is released unharmed after one of his brow feathers is plucked (marking him til he next moults). As with any system, this may be abused, but forced marriages are generally viewed as monstrous and humiliating to the kidnapper, a sign of inadequacy and desperation.

In the case of Kip Cali-Kíl, it’s uncertain which kind of kidnapping these were. Some traditions hold that she and her sisters and clan-sisters had been wooing the men for months before, others hold that the men were truly kidnapped as a final show of victory, and that five husbands and nine sons returned deeply embarassed and short a brow feather.

Either way, one son remained by choice. Herza Czekíl and Kip Cali-Kíl had fallen in love, and Herza was wed to her and became clan-father, also in effect securing further relations between the opposing clans. There are many stories about them, and they are frequent subjects of Czekl romantic poetry.

While Kip Cali-Kíl had an antagonistic relationship with Clan Czekíl, modern Czekl have great love for her. She’s understood as a real historical person, but has been somewhat integrated into a tradition of trickster figures, and is even associated with the god Sek (for this and her perceived androgyny to Czekl sensibilities, being so small). 

The contemporary relation between these groups is largely positive as well (though tensions do arise between herders and farmers in their border territories), and both have strong political ties and have relied on one another during harsh times. 

Each autumn there is a festival in the Valley of Black Storks in her name (though she is a relatively small portion of festivities, as it is mostly a harvest festival to the god Vessk). The Czekl farmers meet Calikíl herders as the latter groups arrive to their winter pastures, and trade livestock, crops, gossip and goods. 

One of the centerpieces of this festival is several tournaments centered around riding skill and herding. The main event is a mock livestock raid, where teams from different clans and families attempt to capture and drive a herd (usually of cattle) from other teams. There are often many winners, as any who can keep their cattle til sundown are deemed their owners, but the team who has secured the most animals will win other prizes (livestock, fine jewelry, etc) and are considered blessed for the year by Vessk. all winners may keep their cattle for the year and are free to breed them, though they must give a third of what they took the following year (not necessarily the same animals, but animals of equivalent value).

bylethsona ? his name is luna-myr and they erm. Diverge From Canon a bit. have gotten into the habit of calling him and claude brokeback monastery

a friend who'd wait :)

ive been cropping screenshots from the tf2 comic, just because i can (free pfp vault !)

here's memes i made from those said screenshots, to which i know that i, and other people will not use, but i find pride from it anyways.

Its almost if not all in filipino :') this is how i put my interests in my life

(descriptions + translations in alt :3)

question to you tumblr people: how do you perceive human faces? do you go from detail to the whole thing or do you just. see a face or something

MR STICK REVEAL!!!! MR STICK REVEAL!!!

Yeah! Meet Mr. Cleveland "Slim" Branch. previously known as "Dr. Cleave" (he legally can't explain further) He's still a bit of a wip but I got somewhere presentable with him! <3

okay. today i will go on a difficult mission. i might not come back (will ask i friend if they want to hang out)

Rainflower’s backstory in my mind isn’t too good.

From the moment she was born she was outshined by her brother Hailkit nonstop till their warrior ceremonies.

Her father passed before she was even born and her mother never paid attention to her, paying attention to how much hailpaw looked like their father and how great and powerful he was, Rainpaw was the exact opposite, scrawny, thin, frail, small.

Her brother did respect her a lot though (out of both love and pity) and he would basically do whatever she says to make her feel good about herself.

As Rainpaw started growing up, she started taking care of her looks and began making sure she had shiny long fur, shiny big eyes and soft delicate flowers displayed in her pelt. This grew her pride when clanmates started looking at her differently, especially a specific tom, Shellheart!

Rainflower at the time when Stormkit and Oakkit were born was already one of the most respected warriors in the clan for both being a very stubborn proud she-cat and Hailstar’s sister.

Her pride was cracked the moment Crookedkit broke his jaw, she distanced himself away partially because she doesn’t want to be known as the she-cat who mothers a freak, and also because she doesn’t want to get attached incase Stormkit dies in the end.