#growing from the ashes

[rebellum]

The whole transandrophobia discussion thing is weird bc it feels like it's a bunch of poc and jewish trans people being like "here are my experiences of how specifically being MASCULINE had affected me, and the discrimination and violence I experienced based on that. And here is how that relates to me being a racial/ethnic minority"

And then a few loud white trans people going "ohhh you wanna be oppressed so bad you *slur*. This is why there aren't any poc in your movement it's because REAL poc understand intersectionality"

#hot take white culturally christian or athiest leftests do not properly interpret white jewish ppl #like as a poc i and other poc understand that white jewish ppl often get racial privilege #but a) not always b) they experience oppression based off of their ethnicity #idk from my perspective it seems like white goyim either see jewish ppl as 'the disgusting exotic enemy' or 'basically WASPS but they #wanna feel special' #with no nuance. no recognition #look maybe this next part is bc i didnt grow up with jewish ppl and therefore didnt know until I was 18/19 that jewish ppl can count as #white. but like. idk how to say this. i dont wanna speak over white jewish ppl. but like. #jewish ppl that have obvious jewish features (whether Ashkenazi facial features OR they dont have those but wear eg kippahs) #arent like. white. idk pls correct me if this is antisemitic or incorrect or something. #but like. light skinned =/= white obviously. #i just struggle to see how my bestfriend with her lovely dark eyes and curls and nice nose counts as 'white' when ppl call her the k slur #across the street. ykwim? #like white doesnt mean light skinned. it means 'part of the in-group of white ppl' #like my ex who is white and jewish? yeah hes white. if he didnt wear his necklace then goyim wouldnt know. you know #like obvs he still experiences ethnic oppression but he doesnt experience racial oppression #but other ppl with more prominent eg ashkenazi (im singling them out bc most jewish ppl here are ash.) like i dont GET how they have racial #privilege.

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

seeing either of these would kill me on the spot btw:

other parallels because I somehow never noticed <3 :

Bonus younger Ema and her sister <33 :

#ema skye #lana skye #i think i've made a post about the skye sisters smile attack beam before but i cant find it so <3 #i like that younger ema shares comparatively fewer sprites with lana but she grows older and jaded and it's like oh <3 sisters <33 #they need to bring lana back just so both of them can smile at me like that and kill me forever #it's a shame we never got to see ema do impersonations of lana. #i think her recreating the 'you've done well mr. edgeworth (smile)' moment from the end of rfta to edgeworth would freak him out so bad #ace attorney apollo justice #rise from the ashes

[girlmikeyway]

long hair mikeyway value pack for these trying times

#anyway mikeygirls enjoy until he grows his hair out again #also i literally just ripped these from pinterest im so sorry my brain is so shot rn #mcr #mikey way #photo #live #ash speaks

[moonxpalace]

World Champion Ash and his partner Pikachu, Reigning Unova Champion Iris, and little Oliver

#negaishipping #iris #pikachu #ash #oliver #when your parents are among the top 8 strongest battlers in the world you're bound to get used to being in the limelight #little Oliver finds it exciting #but as he grows older? eh not so much #I just wanted to capture a picture of them on stage ;w; #oh and Ash's cape is a gift from Kalos!

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Grow from the Ashes

Artist: Richard Wright TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #$0.26 #richard wright #grow from the ashes #dominaria #sorcery

[nocasdatsgay]

From the Ashes, The Wildflowers Grow

Chapter 1: Family

Word Count: 2675

CW: IDK a baby? None

Chapter Summary: Eris and his wife, Celeste, hold a family get-together to introduce their new child.

Also read it on A03 Here

MasterPost and full fic summary here

First time posting chapters on tumblr AND ao3 so comments, likes, etc are welcome and appreciated.

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Waiting in his chambers with his mother, Eris felt the wards break. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and watched the magic simmer. He then watched as they immediately repaired themselves. 

“Your son is here,” he said, with a sigh to his mother. He stood from his chair. “Dramatic as ever.”

Not even a moment later, the doors to the chambers opened. No knock; his brother never knocked. There was a squeal of a female and golden blonde hair rushing to him. 

“Eris,” Elain said, hugging him. Eris took a moment to realize what happened and hug her back. She pulled away and looked towards his mother. She gasped. “Is that the baby?”

“Good to see you Elain,” he said with a slight chuckle. 

She left him quickly with her lilac dress twirling around her feet, and went to the couch his mother occupied. She murmured her greetings and his mother handed her the babe swaddled in a green blanket. Elain sat beside her and he could hear his daughter’s little grunts from being shuffled around.

“Oh Eris, she’s beautiful.”

Eris felt another presence beside him. “Where’s your wife?” 

He looked toward his brother. Eris was surprised to see him in a tunic and trousers, and not in day court attire. Coupled with Elain’s dress that meant they must have come from Spring. 

“She’s napping. I’d rather not wake her. She refuses to rest. So when she does, I don’t disturb her.”

“Sounds like Celeste.” Lucien walked over to his mate. 

“You know you can't keep breaking the wards, Lucien.” Eris crossed his arms. “You’ll start a war because you’re too lazy to walk in.”

“I keep telling him that,” Elain said. “But he doesn’t listen.”

Lucien himself replied by dismissively waving a hand and giving his mother a hug. He then peered down at the bundle in Elain’s arms. “Oh thank the cauldron, she looks like her mother.”

“Careful,” Eris frowned. His mother didn’t suppress her laugh. 

Lucien only smiled at him. “Have you named her yet?” 

Eris didn’t answer him. He heard familiar footsteps to his right and tried not to scowl as his wife rounded the corner. She had changed into a red knit sweater and brown trousers. He was at least happy she didn’t feel the need to put on something more formal. Her brown hair looked hurriedly put into a bun, loose strands framing her face. The dark rings were still under her eyes. He wanted to tell her to go back to bed but he knew not to argue in front of family. She gave them all a smile and Lucien walked over to her to hug her. 

“I was just telling your husband what a blessing your child looks just like you,” he teased. 

“I heard,” she replied with a little yawn. “But she does have his hair.” 

“She’s beautiful, Celeste.” Elain told her with a smile. 

Celeste said her thanks while Lucien stepped back and looked her over. Eris glared but didn’t say anything. He knew it was ridiculous, but he refused to feel guilty for being jealous and protective. Even if they’d been married for nearly a century. 

Lucien frowned, “Eris was right, you still need rest. You look absolutely terrible.”

“Lucien,”  his mother hissed from the couch. 

Eris didn’t bother to cut his eyes to his brother. Celeste smacked him on the arm for the both of them. Eris chuckled when he saw Elain, still holding the babe, glared over for a brief moment before schooling her features. 

“Elain, come get your mate,” she laughed. “It’s been over a week. I’m fine.”

“She refuses to let me help,” Eris interjected. Celeste rolled her eyes. “It’s the truth. I practically have to steal my own child to bond with her.” 

“Now that is a lie if I ever heard one,” Celeste came over and took his hand. “If I’m not holding her, he is. Edith said it would spoiler her.”

“Nonsense,” his mother replied. “She’s always said that. What she didn’t tell you is when she was my healer, she coddled every single one of my boys.” 

Celeste grinned. “I think she says it mostly because Eris also takes her to all his meetings even if she’s sleeping.” 

He brought her hand up and kissed the tops of her knuckles. He held her gaze tightly. “How can I not? I love to show off your work.”

Lucien made a gagging noise. “Please get a room.” 

“These are our rooms,” Celeste replied. 

Eris pulled her to him and kissed her cheek, then her lips. He was very pleased with the way she hummed in response, kissing him back. 

“Disgusting,” Lucien grumbled. 

Elain, ever the polite one, changed the topic. “Did you name her?” 

Celeste pulled away, and turned towards her. “We have.” She looked back at Eris. 

She asked him a silent question and he nodded. He saw the brief sadness in her eyes and he gripped her hand tight. He knew it would be hard for her, especially with Lucien present, but he stood by her decision when she asked before the baby was born. 

He watched her look over to Lucien. Her voice cracked a little when she said, “Her name is Andrea.” 

Realization washed over Lucien and his eyes widened. He looked to Eris but Eris only shrugged. Their mother, who had been watching quietly, stood and went to Lucien, squeezing his arm. Elain looked confused. 

“That’s a lovely name,” their mother replied. 

Celeste let go of Eris’s hand and she went to Elain to retrieve their child. “She’s named after Andras,” she said softly to her. “He was a dear friend,” she turned to Lucien. “A very dear friend to the both of us back in Spring. He gave his life for us to be free. I wanted to honor him.” 

Lucien was still eyeing Eris. “And you’re fine with that?” 

Eris glowered. “She could have named her Tamlin and I would be fine with it. Truly Lucien, that’s the first comment you want to make?” 

Celeste thankfully took no offense and laughed. “Would you let me name your child after my former high lord?” 

Eris bristled a little at the reminder. “You labored for two days, as long as it wasn’t Morrigan I was fine with anything.” He swore he heard Elain snort at that remark. 

Lucien nodded and looked him over with a grin. “Just checking. You are the jealous type. But I should have guessed Celeste gets whatever she wants.”

Eris only looked to his beautiful wife again, holding their child. He didn’t bother to change his expression into something other than the adoration he felt. “You say that as if it’s a terrible problem to have.” 

Another knock came to the door. His other brothers, Piran, Asher, and Cillian filed into the room; followed by Celeste’s mother. 

“These three were loitering in the halls,” she stated with great humor before curtsying towards Lucien, Elain, and his mother. “Something about how my daughter’s husband would murder them if they woke her.” 

Eris didn’t hide his grin. “I can’t fathom where they heard such an outlandish story.”

“Eris,” Celeste shuffled the babe in her arms so she could smack his arm gently. 

“It was kinder for me to kill them if they woke you than to let them suffer your wrath.” Eris retorted. “Everyone in this room knows you’re a monster to wake up.” 

Celeste scoffed, dramatically looked very offended. “You wound me deeply.”

Piran stepped around them to greet Lucien and Elain. “Good to see you both.” He turned his head to Lucien. “You keep breaking the wards, Lucien and I’m going to have you banned from Autumn again.”

“I repaired them, didn’t I?” Lucien replied. 

“Boys,” their mother said with a tone of warning. “Lucien, promise to your brothers you will stop breaking the wards.” 

“You treat me as if I’m a youngling.” He rolled his eyes. 

Asher spoke up from near the door. “That’s because you act like one.” 

Everyone laughed, including Elain, which made Lucien scowl. She finally cut him a look and he replied. “Fine, I promise I won’t break the wards again.” 

Cillian said from beside Asher, “this room is a bit crowded. We came to fetch you all.” 

They all filed out the chamber and Eris took Andrea from his wife. He still wasn’t used to it; holding the little being the cauldron blessed them with. She was still so new to the world, for any stark features to truly stand out other than the red hair, pale skin, and her blue eyes. Her little face scrunched as she settled in his arms while he walked down the hall. He smiled down at her for a moment and glanced at his wife walking beside him. He’d probably never understand what he’d done to earn this kind of happiness. 

They all reached the conference room that was refurbished as a sitting lounge several decades ago. Once Andrea was placed in the cradle, he sat with his brothers to continue talking. Even Lucien joined them. Eris would never admit how much that meant to him. His mother and Celeste’s mother were off to one side chatting. They offered to sit close to the cradle to keep an eye on the baby. Elain and Celeste went to the far side of the room. Eris could hear his wife talking, catching bits of gossip from Spring and how Elain was bullying the Tamlin into letting her redo the flowerbeds during her visits. He did catch the shift in Elain’s tone that had him worried for only a moment. 

“I started that book you sent me. You are just as terrible as my sister,” Elain said. He could see the blush on her face from his seat. “You did not warn me about chapter 33. You told me it wasn’t that bad.”

Celeste laughed loudly. “It’s not! But if that made you blush, then skip 40. It’s nothing but-” 

He instantly knew exactly what they were discussing and immediately blocked them out. His wife’s reading habits was something he decided a long time ago was none of his business. He glanced over and his gaze caught Lucien’s. Apparently he was doing the same thing, from the look he shared. Eris bit back his laugh and focused on what his other brothers were saying. It wasn’t long before a knock came to the door, stifling the conversations in the room.

Rowen, the captain of the guard, poked his head in. “Lord Helion is here. Shall I escort him in?”

Eris looked at his brothers. Unspoken words were exchanged between them with a look and Eris stood. 

“I’ll go.” When he got to the door, he looked at Rowen and nodded to the room. “Go in and visit.” 

Rowen looked at him skeptically. He ran a nervous hand through his dark hair. “Are you sure?” 

“You’re family, aren’t you?” He patted his friend’s shoulder. “Go meet the baby. You haven’t even seen her yet.” 

Eris understood his hesitation. Rowen was a good leader but very reserved. Asher was always the more outgoing one and Rowen gladly let his husband take on those responsibilities. He watched Rowen stare into the room for a moment. He then gave Eris a nod and went through the door. He took a shortcut to the main hall and found Helion waiting near the front entrance.

“Afternoon Helion.” His greeting was short. Even after all the time that passed, their relationship was still complicated. 

“Eris.” Helion gave a little nod. “Apologies for running late. Congratulations. I know your mother is excited to have a new youngling around.”

As if summoned, footsteps echoed in the hall. Eris turned to see his mother and wife walking towards them, his wife holding their daughter.

“You look well.” Helion said to Celeste as they approached. 

Celeste scoffed. “Don’t flatter me, Helion. Lucien’s already told me I look worse for wear.” 

He frowned. “Did he?” 

Eris replied with a little pride, “she handled it.” 

Helion cut his eyes to Eris’s mother, who nodded. He looked back to Celeste. “You look like you have a new babe keeping you up at night, but that’s expected. All that considered, you do look well.”

“Eris helps.” Celeste readjusted the baby resting in her arms. “Would you like to hold her? Her name is Andrea.” 

Helion nodded and Celeste handed her over to him. He grinned as he took her, part of the blanket falling to the side as she squirmed in his hands. She seemed more awake, her legs shuffling under the white gown they’d dressed her in. Helion cooed a greeting to her and Eris could see her yawn. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” His mother sighed and leaned onto Helion’s arm. 

Watching them awe over his child made Eris wonder if somehow, in another life, that would have been how they looked at their own babe. Would that have been how they looked at Lucien? How they would have looked at him? He must have let his emotions show. Celeste slipped her arm around his and took his hand. She weaved her fingers around his own and she squeezed gently. With a blink, he squeezed back. 

The moment didn’t last for long, however. Eris knew instantly by the quick little movements his daughter was making that she was about to start screaming. As if on cue, her face scrunched up. Celeste moved first, holding out her arms as Andrea let out a little cry. Helion thankfully wasn’t offended, letting out a soft chuckle. 

“And she’s hungry,” Celeste quickly took the wailing babe. She held her close and looked at Eris.  “I’m going to feed her and drag out Elain. I left her alone talking with my mother and she was trying to needle out of Elain her cinnamon bread recipe,” she added, making a face. 

“I’ll go with you.” His mother told Celeste and stood on her toes to kiss Helion on the cheek. 

Eris caught her gaze for a brief moment. He knew she was leaving them alone on purpose. He didn’t hide annoyance on his face. His mother flashed her eyes in a way that told him to behave. Eris crossed his arms. He and Helion turned to watch them retreat for a moment. Eris could taste the awkward silence hanging between them. 

Helion finally turned to Eris. “You know you’re welcome at my court, Eris.” Eris could only nod. “I do mean that. Next time Celeste visits, you should join her. I know your mother wants to see more of you. Especially with the baby-“ 

“I am aware.” Eris finally snapped back. He said it more harsher than he intended to. Helion frowned and Eris continued. “What I mean is, when Andrea is old enough to handle winnowing, I will send notice.”

That softened the Day High Lord’s demeanor. “There is a lot of bad blood between us. I’m not asking for a miracle; I’m merely asking to start making amends. We are family.” 

Eris nodded again. He knew he needed to try harder. It had been over a century. He was at least trying. Even if it pained him. 

Helion didn’t let the silence lapse for long. “I spoke with your mother and we both agreed there will be Pegasus waiting for her when she’s old enough.” 

“That’s hardly necessary,” Eris replied, taken aback. 

Helion shrugged, wearing a smirk eerily similar to Lucien’s. “So was giving us two smoke hounds as a mating present.” 

Eris rolled his eyes. “Again, hardly. Aspen and Jora missed my mother dearly.” 

Helion didn’t seem to buy it but also didn’t further argue. “Shall we?” He asked, looking toward the hall. 

“Of course,” Eris nodded. 

He told himself one day he would be used to the family he made and acquired, just like he had gotten used to the peace. For the time being, he would try to enjoy it for what it was and accept the happiness the cauldron and Mother granted him.

#erisweek2023 #day 1: family #eris/OC #from the ashes wildflowers grow #family gathering #Vanserra brothers #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #lady of autumn #helion spell cleaver #elain archeron #Minor Elucien #Minor Helion/LOA #OC: Celeste #Eris/Celeste #I just want my boy to be happy #and have a cute little family #Celeste is no Arina but we can’t have all lmao #jk it’s just been a while since i made an OC from scratch #Eris POV #Eris is a girl dad fight me #set in the future #eris week 2023

[kuroshirosb]

My insignificant archeology gets me to the mysteries of the profound past, when the tiny light in the palm of my hand lights up the beginning of the world, like this.

"Go love this world," you said. Without knowing your name, similar to the way you breathe, the song of the Cretaceous rings out.

I asked if I could be born into this world, "Sure," you replied. The moment you chose me, I had chosen you, too.

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#pokemashe #dawn lyre #lucas aquila #barry cygnus #ashe’s art #rival barry #trainer dawn #trainer Lucas #cw blood #ok last time I’m posting these outside of the obligatory bump #i didn’t mention it in any of the infodumping I’ve done but like. #the big running theme with them and Sinnoh. outside of existing themes. but like the BIG IDEA #is about kids choosing to love a world despite being wronged horrifically #and learning what the true meaning of being alive is to them #and refusing to forsake a world that still is growing #just like they are #because they love it and the people who live in it #the secret third arc is them getting group therapy #these look so good up together aghh I’m really proud #and as usual the lyrics for the caption are from fish archaeology by Shannon

[grollow]

Sigh

The irony of being a blog named after a ship but also now simply being uncomfortable discussing any ship other than that one with anyone for any reason. :(

#ashe rambles #every day i grow closer to disappearing from social media

[deathfavor]

I've been contemplating this topic for a little bit, so I'm going to make an effort to explain the differences between Kazutora and Izana's sense of trust issues & abandonment. Hopefully it will make sense.

In a single sentence, I would summarize the difference as this: Kazutora's trust issues are more external while Izana's are more internal.

What does this mean? Let's look at Kazutora first.

Kazutora has, essentially, always had this mentality of wariness of others. He grew up in an environment that encouraged this sort of wariness and trust issues, and it was fed in part by his mother's repetition of the idea that is one this side or that side, right or wrong, black or white, yourself or others, etc. Kazutora keeps people at bay like a wild animal, snapping and snarling and running when they get too close. For Kazutora, he genuinely believes that everyone will become a traitor. That that is what people do. They will betray and abandon you at one point or another, in some form or another. He explictly states it as human behavior. This is why Kazutora had the idea to not let people close. He pushes them away, deals with things on his own, because he doesn't trust people.

It takes a lot to break through that. Baji is obviously the one person we see really manage it. He sticks by Kazutora when he tries to run away before Toman was ever formed. And eventually, that relentless determination leads to Kazutora finally trusting him. When Kazutora does, he does so intensely. It sets off a different set of issues in that he's afraid to lose Baji, but he does TRUST Baji. The same goes for Chifuyu in Bad Toman. ( Bonten I did not include because it may be different - we don't see much of their dynamic and it lacks a lot of the situations that i think would lead to that in Bad Toman. ) Once Kazutora trusts you, he trusts you. He lets you in. He still tends to try to downplay or hide things like any person does, but he really does open up more. If you can climb the walls of trust issues, you're welcomed by Kazutora inside the castle. He won't really doubt the trust unless you do something to explicitly make him DOUBT that trust. That's why his trust issues are more external. Kazutora won't trust you until you really, really prove to him that he should and that you mean it, but once you do, you have his trust.

Kazutora's trust then creates the abandonment issue, as we see how detrimental this is to Kazutora. His mind cannot handle that sort of situation, and it immediately reverts to self preservation. When it comes to it, Kazutora and Izana are both ones to prioritize saving themselves and their minds. Which, as we see with Kazutora, means eradicating any threat - Shinichiro, Mikey, and then for a moment, Baji.

Now let's look at Izana.

Unlike Kazutora, Izana didn't ALWAYS have the trust issues that he has now. He just didn't, and we can see it with how easily he connects to Kakucho at a young age. He also genuinely believed he promise that he gave to Emma before he was sent off to the orphanage. They began to crop up in the orphanage - plenty of research has gone to showing this is often a product of children in orphanages ( along with other issues ). It became about survival in a way. But Karen and Shinichiro were a big part of what ultimately sent his trust issues and abandonment spiraling out of control into becoming the beasts they've become.

Izana's trust issues are more internal because he will rewrite the narrative so to speak if he needs to for his own sake. Izana has always been distant and picky, but he had trust. With discovering the fact he wasn't who he thought he was, everything went wildly out of control. Izana has an extremely difficult time trusting people. He's more likely to trust abilities over people.

After what happened when he was twelve, he hates being vulnerable. To him, trust is actively a weapon. ( Kazutora, on the other hand, looks at it more as a trap than a weapon. ) Trusting someone is giving them a knife and hoping that they aren't going to stab you to death with it. Part of his loathing with trust comes into Izana's need for control. He hates not being in control, and giving someone trust means giving them some control and power to hurt you. He doesn't want to be seen as vulnerable. But with a lot of slow determination, Izana can and does start to trust. He starts to let them closer and get away with things he would hurt or kill other people for.

At the same time, fear of abandonment or betrayal still dig their talons into Izana. Izana can't fully shake the fear that he will be abandoned like Karen did to him, or how the reveal with Shinichiro left him feeling abandoned. Unlike Kazutora who trusts once you earn it, Izana can never fully give all of his trust away. It might be very tiny and easily soothed, but there's a part of him that will always fear abandonment. This can sometimes lead to Izana rewriting narratives in his head for the sake of keeping himself 'safe'. Even if part of him knows its fake & a lie he's telling himself, it helps. For example, saying Tenjiku only follows him from fear. I don't think Izana fully believes that, I think he does know there's more to it ( but he DOES think fear/reverance has some part of it ) and that they actually care. But it's easier on his mind to think that way. If they follow him from fear, they don't care, which protects him in a warped way. He can cut the attachment he feels, at least in the moment of high emotion and chaos in his head, so it doesn't hurt him. He tries to protect himself from the sharp edges of trust, which sometimes means protecting himself from the soft parts of trust as well. That's why I say his is internal. He primarily focuses on his own mental space.

I'm not sure if this all made sense or not, but I hope it can offer a bit of an insight to the difference between Kazutora & Izana's trust issues. For Kazutora, the idea of abandonment/betrayal is the active threat that drives him, while for Izana, the very act of trusting itself is the weapon he fears.

#praying this makes sense to you guys #it makes sense in my head #i dont know if i described it well though #᛭ — [HEADCANON] dark dreams await you [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA] #᛭ — [HEADCANON] from ashes a kingdom grows [IZANA KUROKAWA]

[merry-the-cookie]

GUYS!!!! GUYS!!!!!!!!!!! i commissioned the incredibly talented insanely cool and radical jay @tacogrande​ to draw my favorite dudes and im so happy loOK AT THEM........ ashtons lil smile 😭 michaels sleepy eyes 🥺 all of it so gorgeous

pls go give her a follow and check out all her socials and if you can commission her i cannot recommend it enough, i mean look at this dreamy lil portrait 🥺🥰💖💖💖

alt version under the cut cus yea i got tWO VERSIONSSS

jay has been an inspiration to me for so many years since i was a wee little teenager and ive learned soooo much from them and to commission her again after so long whilst still being a huge fan of their art felt like a full circle moment hehe will definitely do again <3 maybe complete the 5sos set dfhjGHFD

#my goal in life now is to get as many people as possible to draw mike and ash gfhjkHDFHJAGHJDFGHJDFGDHJF #me trying to keep myself from gushing too much about jays art in the post #very hard 🧍🧍🧍 #fr tho i commissioned them for the first time in like 2016 for my fav glee trio and then my fav tokyo ghoul characters in 2017 #this is long overdUE!!!! #its been incredible seeing her art grow through the years and im always in awe of her flowy lines and stylization of people #honestly my thought process for the commish was 'i wanna see ashton in jays style' gfhjkGHJFDGHJDF i just knew she would draw him good ehehe #and the coloring style!!! and the palettes!!! so pretty im so #always looking to their art for inspiration!!!! #ALSO jay was the first 'big artist' to give me time of day if that makes sense gfhjGHJFDGDFJ like i vividly remember them being such a cool #person in the glee fandom esp if u did fanart cus a lot of big fanartists would only share other popular artists #and jay was out there giving space and attention to us lil guys startin out #i know it sounds a lil stupid but it meant everything to my lil 17yo self! built up my confidence like crazy #forever grateful for that!!! #ok i have rambled enough gfhjkGHJGDHFJ SORRY i just rlly appreciate jay and if u got the means id defo encourage you to commission her <3333 #michael clifford #ashton irwin #5sos #mashton #5sos art #EDIT ALSO JAY BOUGHT THE FIRST KEYCHAIN I DID EVEN THO SHE DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT DEAR EVAN HANSEN a real one fr fr

[hedgiestail]

Warning: Jason’s evil doppelganger

- Jason? - mesmerized, Salim watched as the man in front of him slowly turned around, keeping his right hand concealed behind him.

It was his American! Despite the lack of lighting, Salim would have recognized him anywhere. Exactly as Iraqi remembered him during their farewell by the cabin, only without the bulletproof vest and backpack. Three-color desert camouflage pants, blue T-shirt, green and black shemag, cap... Wait. It was in the work briefcase, where Osman had put it before leaving the car. How did Kolchek know?

"Run"

¬- What is it? Cat got your tongue? You didn't seem to have any trouble talking back there, – the familiar southern accent made his head spin.

Salim blindly flicked the light switch on the wall a few times with no effect. He could see through the bedroom windows that the lights are on in the neighbors' houses.

- I am only shocked by the encounter, my friend! Please don't take it personally, – panic crashed his chest. Red alarm going on and on in his head.

“Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun”

- The heart you robbed me of? - Kolchek's intonation oozed with contempt. With each word he spat out, his face became more and more distorted.

- Jason, I don't know what you're talking about, – Salim stepped back, american stepped forward, keeping to a shadow.

- You don't know, do you? Of course you don't know! You went back to your son. Well done! You're a truly lucky fella! And you don't give a fuck that I'm eaten by worms 10 under! And not a single fucking mutt knows where those bastards dumped my body! Life's a fairy tale, isn't it, Salim? Come on! Talk to me! Answer me! - Towards the end, Kolchek's voice broke into a scream.

Salim felt sick to his stomach, as if he had spent a hot day in a closed and stuffy room without a drop of water. His mouth was a desert. His hands clutched the bloody umbrella to the whitened knuckles. Knees felt so weak that he thought if he took a step they would buckle.

- Scared? - Jason took another moved forward, stepping into the patch of light from the window.

Blood, Allah, so much blood. There was a crazy open smile on his face, a few teeth missing. Eyes whitish with a completely blank expression, wide open. His chest, like a sieve, was riddled with bullet wounds. The stench of rotting flesh filled the bedroom, causing Salim to gag.

- Do you like it? - Jason sneered, – Reward for my alliance with the enemy! - Abruptly he pulled his right hand from behind, gripping the metal pipe in ready-to-fight position, –  I'd gladly share it with you!

A gunshot.

Ringing filled Salim’s ears.

Jason's body crumbled to the floor, merging with the gloom beneath the bed. The only thing left on the patch of light was the cap and his trusted pipe.

#shot from my ff #jalim #jason x salim #dark pictures house of ashes #house of ashes salim #house of ashes fanart #house of ashes jason #I have a growing suspicion that the only thing I can draw is some creepy shit #:c #I want to draw some cute stuff #matter how fast I'm to draw it #it's always faster #second chapter

[luxe-pauvre]

APRIL 2023

Read:

Death Drive Nation

The enduring allure of conspiracies

The big idea: is it time to stop worrying about stress?

On the Feminine Urge to Murder

standing on the shoulders of complex female characters

Routine Maintenance

The brain’s reading of the body’s state is key to mental health

What Can We Learn from the Solace of ‘At Least’ and the Sting of ‘If Only’?

Their Bionic Eyes Are Now Obsolete and Unsupported

Life Time by Russell Foster

Watched:

Don’t Trust Your Gut

Debate Like a Champion

Sharper

The First Monday in May

Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre

Extrapolations

Listened To:

The Roses of Success by The Sherman Brothers

Ocean’s Twelve soundtrack

The Rest is Politics

Went To:

Sam Smith @ The O2

#Though I read little what I did read was *very* good. #Putting in my entry for daughter of the year and taking my Mum to see Sam Smith for the second time this year really took it out of me. #Alternative title for this list: don't go to concerts while ill and overwhelmed with work - it will knock you out for the rest of the month. #But up from the ashes grow the roses of success etc. etc. #personal

[mossinformed]

A tiny moss looking up at an incomprehensibly large glacier like an ant looks at a highway and saying “YOU CAN NOT KILL ME IN A WAY THAT MATTERS” and being fucking right

#some mosses are fucking torn apart by glaciers #and this does not kill them no #glaciers are a dispersal mechanism #bc unlike worms #mosses can grow back from a single propagate #that’s right like a bad guy in a movie #obliterates into ash and then there are like a million new little guys #they found this in FOSSILS #mossils if you will #moss #mosscore #botany #bryology #bryophyta #bryophytes #moss facts #botany facts #moss fact #botany shitposts

[nocasdatsgay]

Erisweek2023 “From the Ashes, the Wildflowers Grow” Fic MasterList

I didn’t have time to make a pretty info graphic but this is the layout of the fic I’ll start posting tomorrow 9/17. Underline means the post is live.

Day 1: Family

Day 2: High Lord*

Day 3: Secrets

Day 4: Autumn Equinox (The Hunt)**

Day 5: Dancing

Day 6: High Lord Bonus Chapter

Day 6: Extra Bonus chapter

Day 7: Free Day (Beginnings)

Chapters were originally posted in reverse to match the day theme. Each chapter was posted separately and linked above.

Summary: What started as a random encounter became something more. A navigation of points in time to when Eris finally gets his happy ending.

Update: All chapters on ao3 are are in order Read it here.

Notes and other items in the read more.

*Day 2 and 6 are ones that can be read together by themselves if you want. Those do not contain interactions with the OC.

**Day 4 will be 18+. Loosely inspired by a reader/Eris fic on here that I need to find and tag (it was months ago). Mostly the idea of a chase in the woods part.

Names for the Unnamed Vanserra Brothers: Piran, Asher, Cillian, Hector (deceased), Leon (deceased).

OC is named Celeste. She is from Spring.

Fic is in 3rd person.

I did not give Lady of Autumn a name. There are too many to choose from and I didn’t want to accidentally use one someone else has been using. Also it’s predominately Eris’s POV; he doesn’t call her by her first name.

Minor Elucien. Very minor, mostly in Day 1. Also implied healing between the Vanserra family. Implied healing between Tamlin and Lucien.

I might published an eighth chapter to bridge the gap between chapters 2/6 and chapter 1. No promises it will be ready in time tho.

#from the ashes wildflowers grow #erisweek2023 #eris week 2023 #eris vanserra #eris acotar #contains elements from all books #master post for the fic #eris/oc #Eris/Celeste

[satelliteinasupernova]

The closer we get to the end of the series, the more desperate I'm becoming to finally BE FREEEE

#i sound like a broken record at this point but it's because it's the only thought in my head #i'm not waiting for good things i'm just waiting for it to be over #riverdale negativity #all this talk about open endings and endgames etc doesn't phase me too much #because at this point i am very much i dont care if i win i just want [redacted ship] to lose #technically an open ending would be great as a fic writer but that requires that i care about this 50s AU and truly i do not. #i want to bury this show in the ground and grow fic that i will actually enjoy out from the ashes