anonymous asked:

If u could draw bts in greek gods au, what would they be?

((sorry haha im getting impatient so i’ll posts these now but pls do not come to me and say “oh this person should’ve been this!!” like no dont do that ok))

Namjoon: So can we get out of these costumes now and go back to bed??

Hobi: No we still got one more left

Yoongi: I feel naked

Jin: Shut up, all of you

daily--hoopa  asked:

I WOULD SAY JIRA AND HOOPA FOR THE CRACKSHIP BUT LOWKEY SHE'S THE SAME SPECIES AS HOOPA BUT WITH BRIGHTER COLORS AND A FEW MINOR DETAILS ABOUT HER DESIGN Honestly if you can come up with a child that looks pretty good or different from its parents then go for it man


the-heart-alchemist  asked:

23 or 29 for mirsan? :)

29. “I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were dead.” His voice had broken and his words were weak, and Miroku no longer had the self-control to hide behind scrupulous words. He had always prided himself on shaping his words in order to provide comfort when there was little to feel comfort about. But when it came to Sango, his eloquent tone was gone.

And his world felt as though it had begun to crumble.

He had been too desperate for words to describe, and his mind had gone blank. There were no mantras or chants he would employ to bring life to the dead. There was no hidden, magical property the Tessaiga possessed that could open the gates to the underworld so that he could run with reckless haste into its fiery pits in order to drag her home. 

The only thing that possessed the power to pull her back and keep her there had been in his palm. The fractured stone that had simultaneously brought them together, and had torn their worlds apart.

He swallowed thickly as she raised a hand and dragged her fingers along the scar on her neck. Directly over the spot where its fragment lie. Her fingers immediately stalled and returned to the spot again, and his heart constricted. Over and over the scar she traced her fingers, wordlessly trying to make sense of what it was. But then her eyes widened, and the realization overtook her expression.

As she recognized the poignant shape of the shard that saved and damned her, what remained of the flimsy construct he had built to keep his emotion at bay shattered.

What the Water Gave Us

Summer is approaching, and the students at Trost School for the Gifted and Talented are in good spirits as they eagerly await the end of their exams. But soon they’ll discover something isn’t quite right at the austere boarding school: something that Reiner and Bertholdt are trying desperately to forget.

I’m going to cry. I’ve been stressing for months about getting an internship for this summer because if I didn’t I would have to do it next semester which would have meant having to quit my part-time job just because of time. But I just got an internship, and it’s the perfect one and I’m so relieved and excited at the same time. I thought I had flubbed the interview but I didn’t. And it’s in my new concentration, which I’m actually still in the process of switching too. It’s just, everything worked out. Now I just need to get through the next two weeks…

So my final critique was one of the most soul crushing critiques I have ever gotten that boiled down to the most idgaf ‘i dont get it’ ever uttered… and the two teachers walking away early. Partly because I had no defense for it so I had nothing to say after hearing that, because what can you even say?

I just.. nope. Checked out partly through and let them leave so that I could hide in the bathroom and cry for 30 minutes.

I’ve had like a day to sit with it, and even with countless reassurances from friends and other faculty, even friends’ family members to not pay attention to it, it’s cut deeper than I thought. 

Why am I mentioning this? Because frankly I don’t want to make things anymore. 

At least for a while.

It’s just kind of become a headspace of… ‘if im no good i shouldnt make anything.’ ‘if no one cares why should i do anything.’ Why do I write, or draw, or make work at all.

“I don’t get it.” lol

So ye..

My activity is probably gonna plummet on here for a while… so I probably won’t read or see anything or reblog anything…

so yeah, if you read this far, cool. thank you. i love you.

TLDR: I’m going on a hiatus.


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