i like dark ish

Do you ever think about the height difference between yourself and a fictional character and what it would look like if you stood next to them

My DkS character: Frederick of Lothric (they/them), former Lothric Knight, reborn as Unkindled/Ashen One 🔥 (Coloured verson of (x))

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video: x 

flintstille  asked:

I saw you wanted to read/write more of Madi and Flint's friendship, so how about them for the prompt "please don't leave"?

The sun was rising by the time James woke. His neck and back ached from resting against the half dilapidated wall of the run down house they had taken shelter in that night. And although the night was cold, James felt warm. Madi was at his side resting quietly against him, her smaller frame curled into the space his own body left. With an arm about her shoulders he could almost feel the depth of her breathing. 

Eme was asleep across from them, she was probably not impressed by the familiarity they showed one another after such a short amount of time. But losing a loved one could do that. James knew that all to well. 

Something must have woken her, as Madi shifted at his side and tightened her grip on his coat. 

“It’s dawn,” he said under his breath. “You can sleep another hour or two. We needn’t hurry anywhere.”

Madi nodded, shifting ever so slightly closer and rolled her head to look up at him. “I dreamed of him.”

Flint nodded, unsure of what to say. 

“He was far away, I didn’t want him to leave but he did. We are not close, you and I, but… Please. Don’t leave me, not you too.”

James brushed the thick tangle of her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. “I’ll try.”

She sniffed and James looked away, letting her keep her pride by not witnessing the tears falling down her cheeks. 

For another hour they dozed against one another, Madi’s hands in fists at his chest and his arms about her. He felt a measure of peace there, one he hadn’t known for years. She was fast growing precious to him and he feared what that would lead to. 

But as she sighed and played with the hem of his coat, he let the peace of that moment wash over him. Worry had no place between them at that time. They were safe, with one another. 

Dark/Anti inspired music playlist

Ok, so I looked around tumblr a bit to see what i could find, and with the musics i know myself (so the styles of music i like are heavily represented here), i decided to make a big playlist, along with some piece of lyrics from them, that suit Dark and Anti pretty well in my opinion. Some of them are not there for the lyrics, but of the ambiance of the song, that are Anti/Dark-ish to me. 

In bold are the songs that i think are AMAZINGLY ANTI/DARK-ISH like… It’s almost that they were made for them. So here we go! 

And do not hesitate to suggest other songs I missed, i may update this post from time to time when i find more songs! :3

@darkiplier-support-group @anti-support-group

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The villagers were all staring at him expressionlessly. Coldly. The village head threw the bright red fabric at his feet. Her cruel expression was shrouded in darkness.

“Leave!” she barked. “Leave and let the wolves be done with you.”

so let it begin like this:

i. we’re two broken pieces,
shattered from different corners of the earth,
and scattered in the wind.

ii. we find each other, and we find ourselves there too.

iii. we do not rebuild what was lost.
we build new, we build bigger, we build better.
we make the past envy the future.

iv. my body's a temple to you,
but yours is my sanctuary.
in you, i find all the faith i never had alone.

v. we are whole again.
we are no longer each other’s crutches;
we are what inspires our legs to walk -
to be together, and walk in stride.

vi. i still need you and you still need me,
but we are not victims anymore.
we are survivors. we are victors.

so let it end like this:

i. your footsteps aren’t there, but you’re with me.
your heartbeat has stopped, but you’re still alive.
your hand isn’t in mine, but i still know the way.

ii. we don’t need to be gods to be immortal.
—  wait for me, i’m coming home | m.a.w

I really want like a crack-ish, dark humor sitcom that is just post-reveal Adrien and Gabriel (assuming that he is Hawkmoth) having to still live together and be a father and son while knowing that they’re arch nemeses. 

G: Another late slip, Adrien? I did not send you to public school so that you could shirk off your studies and make a habit of being tardy. 

A: Well I probably would’ve been on time to class if someone hadn’t launched an attack at four in the morning last night. 

G: Watch your tongue, boy. I managed to wake up this morning to tend to my own duties just fine. And I thought superheroes didn’t make excuses…

A: And I thought super villains were actually supposed to be threatening…

G: What?

A: What?

—–

A: Did you know that cats can catch and eat butterflies?

G: And you felt the need to inform me of this because…?

A: *flashes his ring* Just wanted to remind you. 

—–

A: Father, are you…why are you holding my hand?

G: ….I’m not. 

A: It’s the middle of the night. Are you…are you staring at my ring?

G: Don’t be foolish, boy. I’m trying to steal it. Hopefully, this will circumvent any unnecessary theatrics that come from creating villains. 

A: ….I’m getting a lock on my door. 

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Finally got my hair back to a color I’m happy with

Mixed-Race Brazilian

I’m a 24 year-old brazilian woman born, raised and still living in Brazil. My father’s family is white, while my grandmother on my mother’s side is native-brazilian and my grandfather is mixed (white and african-brazilian). I have a younger brother who is white-passing but I took after my mother, so I am dark skinned and have really curly hair. People of mixed race are relatively common in Brazil, but I was raised in a city that was founded by Swiss and German immigrants. So most people I interacted with growing up were blonde and blue-eyed. While I can’t say I experienced overt racism, I should point out that I was seen as kind of an oddity by a lot of people.

Beauty Standards: I think my biggest issue with beauty regarding my race is my hair. When I was growing up I used to dream of having blonde, straight hair, like the girls at my school. As I grew up, I kind of made peace with my hair but I still have to hear just about everyone I know saying how much ‘prettier’ I’d be if I had straight hair.

Food: Brazilian food is made up, basically, of rice & beans (in pretty much every meal) some kind of meat and salad. There are variations according to regions, but this is the most basic Brazilian meal.

History: As it happened in many parts of the world, when Brazil was ‘discovered’ (by the Portuguese in 1500) there was already a big Native population living here. This population was, of course, promptly massacred, stolen from and, eventually, assimilated. There are still Native tribes in Brazil (mostly in the North), but they are constantly mistreated by both the government and the general population. For a long time during Brazil’s colonial period (and some time after) the economy was run by sugarcane farmers. The owners of the farms were the Portuguese but the workers were the slaves brought from Africa. The slavery continued even after Brazil became an independent country. When slavery was finally abolished, the farms (now mostly Coffee farms) required workers, so we brought in immigrants from other countries, like Italy and Japan (fun fact: Brazil has the biggest community of people of Japanese origin outside of Japan). This accounts for Brazil’s cultural and racial diversity. Black people are still sadly marginalized in Brazilian society, even though African-Brazilian have had a huge influence in Brazil’s culture.

Holidays: The biggest holiday celebrated in Brazil is Carnaval. It lasts four days (in theory) and it usually happens during February. Although it has religious roots, a lot of Carnaval seems to be about celebrating African-Brazilian culture, considering that samba is an African-Brazilian dance and most of the samba schools originated from African-Brazilian communities. This year alone, for example, two of the samba schools had an Africa-related theme. Carnaval is mostly a time of the year in which people forget class and race differences and just party together while honoring some of the best parts of Brazilian culture.

Microaggressions: Like I said before, I never experienced overt racism. Growing up I mostly got weird looks and questions from the other kids of the “how come you’re so dark?” variety to which I answered “I don’t know, I was born like that”, but no one has ever been cruel to me because of the color of my skin (I was lucky). One thing that did bother me was when, in school, whenever a teacher was explaining anything related to race he/she would always single me out as an example of miscegenation (that is, mix of race/culture) and make a big deal about how different I was from the rest of the class.

Things I’d like to see less of: The oversexed latina stereotype needs to die.

Things I’d like to see more of: Latinas who don’t look like the usual hollywood latina. Although I do look like the usual image Americans have of latinas (dark-ish skin, dark hair, dark eyes, thick lips), I know a lot of people who don’t. I’d like to see more Native latinas, black latinas and (yes) even white latinas. So maybe we can drive into people’s minds that Latinx is an ethnicity NOT a race. I’d also like to see more latinas in shows, books and movies that don’t discuss race every five minutes. I am aware that these kind of discussions are important but just once I’d like to see someone who looks like me being a hero/heroine without a big deal being made about how different they are and how they suffer for it.

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book cover remakes → the shades of magic series by ve schwab

Looking for trouble, he’d say. You’re gonna look ‘til you find it.
-Trouble is the looker, she’d answer. It keeps looking ‘til it finds you. Might as well find it first.
Why do you want to die?
-I don’t,
she’d say. I just want to live.

Once upon a time: A story of how a Shadow fell in love with Sunshine.

For the Gajevy Week 2016 Bonus Prompt. Here’s my response to “Differences”. Enjoy :)


Everyday he watched her grace the green valley from under the protection of  it’s only tree, a large oak. From sunrise until sunset he sat there and watched, for he is confined when she roams around. You see, darkness cannot cover the world when there is light and he resented her for that. Shadow hated how the birds sang of her arrival. He was jealous of how happy the squirrels of the forest dashed into her warm embrace come morning. He despised her happy mess of sky blue curls and her eyes that shone like polished gold. He wished more than anything to not need her.

One day, when the darkness began to plot against the light, he volunteered to make an example of his Sunshine. He would force her to experience the clinging cold of the Shade just as life forced him. So he waited and waited until she unwittingly prances close enough to the border between light and dark. A dark, scarred hand reaches out and grabs onto the flowing yellow fabric of her skirts, yanking her from the valley and breeze into something she’s never known. Her delicate giggle transforming into a horrified gasp. A cry erupts from the forest. Every creature and plant shrieked in confusion for the Sunshine had left, yet her pained scream breaks through them all. The darkness burned against her freckled skin and left its mark.

Shadow completed his mission, yet he did not rejoice. The applause from his fellow night dwellers fell on deaf ears for he knew that this victory meant nothing. Rough fingers glided over pale, freckled skin. Never in his life had he experienced that texture…that softness… nor the warmth that continued to cling to her despite the situation. He knew light would come for her then she would return stronger than ever. If anything at all, hopefully she would return less beautiful because the Shadow secretly thought her so. His heart was cold and tired, yet it was because of her that he knew it had yet to totally succumb. Every time she laughed with the stream or danced among the daisies or even sighed he felt it twinge- he felt it ache at what he could not have. In that moment with her in the shade especially he grew to adore Sunshine even more. A strip of silk was wrapped across her chest solely for modesty- he knew. Oh god, how he knew! How many days has she taunted him with her bare shoulders and the delicate curves of her back all because she wants to soak in every kiss of the breeze. If her nature allowed her to run naked through the valley then she probably would have, yet her cheeks flush every mating season at the twitterpated animals. Yes, he was jealous of her happiness, love, and freedom, but beauty tipped him over the edge. How dare a creature possess all of these things while he had none! How dare she be so far above him! It wasn’t fair!

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favourite anime openings/endings ○ InuYasha OP 4