no shut up roy's most hated parts of riza's body are the burn scars he left her

he hates them because he hurt her, failed her, brought her into a world where she's in constant danger; his choices led to the events that wounded her and he singed her by his own hand in a measly effort to stop the bleeding, stop the pain, stop the avalanche of consequence that he'd inadvertently barrelled into her direction since he took up the study of flame alchemy; he regrets every wrong thing he's ever done in his life when he's faced with her raised, discolored skin

riza was a victim.

but riza, riza doesn't think so—she's never had full autonomy of her own body since when the secrets of flame alchemy were marked into her skin, she's always been a study, a book, a material, as if inanimate with no right to decide how she lived her life; she only found her power of choice when he'd burned her back at her request, freely choosing to follow roy into the amestrian army, into harm's way, up to the doors of death, but this time they were choices she decided to make

roy gave her that power.

her scars remind them of his mistakes while they remind her of his love.

Hi, don't know if you remember but a good while ago I asked for persmission to make Hector as a doll, well he's finally done and I wanted to show you ^^ I'm not sure if links work but here's my instagram if you want to see other pictures : instagram.com/poulpe_en_ciel/

He was challenging but quite satisfing to make, I hope I did him justice! Have a nice day :)

WAIT I'M SCREAMING I- HOW ARE THESE DETAILS SO DELICATE AND STUNNING AND!!!! HOW D. H

OWEN WILSON behind the scenes of LOKI season 2

MCU Peter: Mr. Stark is so cool!!! Ahh!!

Comics Peter:

I always love a heel, but not like this....... not like thissssss!!

bloodweave getting sadder as i (after many years of putting it off) familiarize myself with dnd lore. bc like i think gale was mystra's chosen for a good while, like maybe two decades? and so he would've gotten used to the idea of immortality. and it's like only now that he no longer has eternity to live does he meet the love of his life who is cursed to live forever. :(

🪞 Fallen angel... who do you see staring back from the Mirror? 🪞

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Galacta Knight and my personal interpretation of his Mirror World counterpart. GK hovers above facing slightly to our left, his feathery wings spread wide, shaded in lilac and tipped with gilded wing talons, a swallow-like tail visible. He holds his shield forward in his left hand (our right) and his lance to the side in his right (our left), a single magenta eye leering at the viewer through the visor of his mask. A halo of heart spears floats and shines angelically behind his horns. Below him, M!GK hovers in the same pose but flipped horizontally and without the halo. Visually, M!GK has mostly the same features as GK, with his color palette being darker and less saturated (dusty purple body, dark gray armor, gray mask, maroon lance, rose-gold horns and weapons accents). His eyes are not visible in the shadow of his mask, but there are signs of erosion running down the metal surface in rusty orange lines, almost like tear tracks. Instead of feathery wings, M!GK has wings composed of jagged shards of pink crystal, glittering and lit from within by a luminous glow. A few pale feathers can still be seen peeking out from his back. END ID.)

Hey, so... what if... I went a little insane for a minute? What if I just... concepted a character... for the sequel... to an AU... I've told no one about... and haven't even finished writing yet? What if I then... pulled the salt shaker labeled "ANGST" out of the pantry and just... unscrewed the cap all over this poor lad? Oh, and Galacta Knight's here, too, I guess.

Sketch started 02/21/24, render started 03/01/24, finished 03/06/24.

blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me

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tagging: @imabillyami, @harmshake, @chatterskull, @moxleys-tits, @romoxsquad, @ambreiqns, @cookiethewriter, @catboymansion, @jackforshort, @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict, and @usosthetics! (let me know if you want to be tagged or not).

i have the worst (best?) case of domestic!dad!kaeya brainrot. please humor me...

he and my s/i have a daughter and she's such a daddy's girl. like, he's been on a mission for the past several days and she knows he should be home any day now. she's even losing sleep bc she lays in bed awake waiting for him, or her eyes fly open at the slightest sound hoping in her little heart of hearts that it's her papa coming through the front door 🥺💔

so when he finally does come home late at night, she's sound asleep after having lost the battle with exhaustion. kaeya treads carefully, quietly into her dark bedroom so as not to wake her, a tired smile gracing his face as he kneels down beside her bed. his little blue-haired angel so peaceful and perfect and pure with soft eyelids and slightly parted pouty lips, her plump cheek squished against her pink pillow. her nose scrunches for only a second when he leans down to place the tenderest of kisses on her precious forehead.

"papa~" her tiny voice is little more than a breath as she continues to sleep, no doubt dreaming of the man who's the god of her tiny universe, sure enough.

a small, amused huff escapes kaeya's nose as he gingerly brushes a cerulean strand away from her face. "that's right, angel," he whispers, "papa's home."

I am tired in all the ways a human can be tired.

Emotionally.

Physically.

Mentally.

Spiritually.

I am tired to my very bones. There is no place in this world where I can rest because even my dreams are tired.

The burdens heaped upon my shoulders, invisible to all except my fellow kindred spirits, who know weariness as intimately as I do because we walk the same path. They know despair's weight in their hearts, they know melancholy's sigh in their ears, they know the shining hope that flutters between their fingers, desperate to grasp it's golden wings as it eludes them.

This is the year, they tell me, their smiles soft and tired, their voices strong, this is the year we will be free. I want to return their smile, I want to nod my head, I want to hope.

But hope is a golden bird forever out of reach. After so many years I can no longer hear its song.

I want to rest, beneath the olive tree my grandfather planted. I want to listen to the birds singing.

From the River to the Sea,

Palestine will be Free.

Bro why you kill Jesus @annatheavian277 ....

*sniff* i hate this....

* crying alone *...

Your tag " anti christianity " .....

“It hurts, Jacks.”

“I know, love. I’m going to take you somewhere safe.”

this isn't FAIR

HAJAEGEIWGEISVDUDGEWISBSWIEBEDU IT'S HERE!!!! TAPIS ROGUE VIL SSR GROOVY IS HERE

MOM. MOTHER. I AM SOBBING. VIL WHAT THE HELL YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS I AM CLUTCHING THE WALL SVSSGVTJBGSAWKJ

I hope MC knows how iconic she is in this event for being like "No I want him to be a little bit fucked up actually" in Comte's story because GIRL SAME. S A M E