Gwyn Ap Nudd Is The King Of The Welsh Underworld.

Witches type

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this is your daily reminder to write that fic! who cares if it’s a dying fandom, bring it back to life! who cares if you only have a sentence, you’ll get there don’t give up! who cares if it’s a self indulgent fic, we love to see it! who cares if it’s an overdone trope, you’re making it unique in your writing style! who cares if it takes you a month to write a fic and then you dip, you’re still writing and sharing your work and that’s what matters! who cares if you write for yourself and never post it, you’re still writing and getting your ideas down and that matters just as much as if you posted it! just keep writing, you got this <3

Some amazing Aeriseph screenshots from this video here.

Sorry about the low quality of the pictures, but the video itself isn’t any better. I wanted to share anyway, just in case you don’t own a Niconico account. I thought these absolutely needed to be seen by every Aeriseph shipper like myself. :)

I love it when artists draw visual parallels/symbolism between the two characters.

Oh this made me smile so much. So beautiful.

Nuclear reactors startup, the Cherenkov radiation

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Coming from your Neo Griffith who marries Charlotte while keeping his lover close I also could see him arranging for Charlotte to have an "accident" once he ascends to king. It wouldnt be right away because that would be way too obvious and way too suspicious but I can imagine him refusing to settle on anything other than his ideal future. He promised his s/o she would be his queen and even if he has to be married to Charlotte for a few years, I could see him doing the unthinkable to follow thru

Little finch, don't stray from the path--

He supposed he might've felt...guilty even, in another life.

In a life where he cared for her, where he could've loved her.

But unfortunately--his eyes broke from the window, to settle in your sleeping sighs. With pale, rose-tipped fingers he brushed away wayward strands of hair, but it felt as ghastly as he was. It held not your warmth, not the warmth that once left hushed kisses in his cheek, or the warmth of your breath on his eyelids.

He loved you, even in this husk, in this shell of flesh and glass that held only aspirations. In a vessel made for him, the only one that would help him reach where he had once fallen short.

He loved you, even if you feared him. Even if you found his cold, ageless beauty, vile where as other only saw good. Even if his voice, made to be followed, only had you squirming and in tears.

Even if you'd never have him.

Even if he was to suffer by your hand.

--Birdies like you don't last in the wild

Ganon is my favorite character from Zelda. 😁

This might not go further than this sketch, but here he is.

A "Rose" Made of Galaxies Highlighted Hubble's 21st Anniversary

As above so below

This actually is really nice to see. I've met a lot of people who fall for the homeopathic trap, you've got to be mega careful with this stuff.

Adorable art. 💗

@only-mango-welches-fruitsnacks and i are obsessed with doc ock so here’s some otto doodles