Hey y'all!! So yeah, commissions are open because my laptop is super old (which makes it tedious to do art or work on it) and I really need to replace it! Below are some things that I can do. (: Bust:
I’m willing to draw everything (ex. OCs, furries, etc.) as long as it’s not OVERLY complex or nsfw. If you want to commission me, please send me a private message!! All purchases will be made UPFRONT through Paypal!! For time reference: Commissions will usually be done within 2-5 days!
IMAGINE DRACO AND HARRY GOING TO THIS SUPER IMPORTANT MINISTRY GATHERING, ALL DRESSED UP, IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE WIZARDING COMMUNITY. THEN, HARRY GETS HELLA DRUNK AND STARTS GRINDING ON POOR STARSTRUCK DRACO AND IT TURNS INTO HOW YUURI AND VIKTOR MET FROM YURI! ON ICE. JUST PICTURE IT. DRACO JUST FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE SINNAMON ROLL ALL OVER AGAIN
Yuri Katsuki, the first half of this show:
what did i do to deserve Viktor Nikiforov
Viktor Nikiforov, in his head, this entire time:
I came to Japan for Yuuri Katsuki because he pole danced half naked, cha-cha-ed with me with a tie on his head, dry humped me while begging me to be his coach, probably saved me from oncoming desolation and depression, my life, my love, my-
From the air, the coast of Greenland appears vast and tranquil. Hundreds of fjords, their surfaces a mirror of blue sky and cloud bottoms, divide the territory. In the gaps between them, the terrain folds over itself, hill over hill, descending into obsidian lakes. The turf is covered in the waxy pastels of alpine dwarf willows and the dull white of age-bleached lichen.
Though an immense ice sheet sits in its interior, Greenland’s ice-free coast encompasses almost 159,000 square miles and and houses 57,000 people. In other words, it is larger than Germany with a population half the size of Topeka, Peoria, or New Haven. It is possible to stand on a hill outside the coastal town of Ilulissat and hear only the grass quaking, the harbor ice dully grinding against itself.
I visited Greenland because, lately, the land here has gone soft, and disquieting things threaten to wake in it.
“For between the land of Aman that in the north curved
eastward, and the east-shores of Endor (which is Middle-earth) that bore westward, there was a narrow strait, through
which the chill waters of the Encircling Sea and the waves of Belegaer flowed together, and there were vast fogs and mists of deathly cold, and the sea-streams were filled with clashing hills of ice and the grinding of ice deep-sunken.
Such was the H E L C A R A X Ë, and there none yet had dared to tread save the Valar only and Ungoliant.”
Though it’s definitely fun to imagine Finrod dripping with necklaces and bracelets and brooches as he crossed the Grinding Ice, I have wondered if Finrod’s treasures, which he gave to the Dwarves in return for building Nargothrond, were actually treasure in the sense of gold and gems, or if they were more treasures of knowledge and wisdom and songs of power.
Dwarves of yore made mighty spells, after all, and gold and silver were their toys. Finrod could store a lot of wisdom-treasure inside his head.
Feanor invents the ultimate frappuccino and is furious when the management try to make him give it up. He leaves to start his own franchise but the shady chain store down the street keeps trying to put him out of business by sabotaging him. ft:
Turning on the roaster while one of his sons was cleaning it
Locking his conniving brother and his management team in the walk-in freezer and going home for the night
Burning himself in the roaster
His son getting a hand trapped in the panini press
Did Morgoth even do anything to them beyond stealing his secret syrup?
Haha guys but what if the frappuccino was called the Grinding Ice
“When the human voice is reduced to being no longer a song, a word, or a cry, but the articulation of the unnamable itself, it is natural that there should be no other sound than the grinding of ice in the polar regions, the light, intermittent crackling of silk in the highest zones of the atmosphere, at the moment when the aurora borealis unfurls its strange, cold spangles. Majesty does not tolerate other eyes than these hard crystals.”