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dhatmf · 22 days
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Avpol April day three!
Today’s prompt is first kiss, and I decided to draw something more alike my comics to get it done faster, but jokes on me, it took just as long as usual
I do really hope to be able to make a little comic for one of the prompts soon though!
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Thanks for checking in!
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zairaalbereo · 9 months
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Yusuf and Nicolò, falling in love in the early days
— a follow up to “Sea Riders”
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theprettyhimbo · 2 months
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For a while now I've been wanting to start a new file in COTL because I accidentally damned Narinder's soul and one of the bishops...Kallamar I think and never got them back. I think its because I damned them and a few follows consecutively? So instead of a chain I only got back my last damned follower??? Regardless, I've been wanting to start a new game but everytime I think about it I think of how much work it'd be to fight all the bishops, fight the One Who Waits and then fight all the bishops AGAIN.
Not to mention I'll lose my followers and my campsite progress and all my gold skull necklaces. And yeah- sure- I can just remake them but uuuugh. 'S just so much work...but I'd get my cat back. Oh- and Kallamar too I guess
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itsdeathofabachelor · 10 months
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Remember the post I made about Jotaro being the same level of fucked up as Kakyoin but in different ways? I think I need to give examples because I have a very distinct thing in my brain I need all of you people to grasp to some extent here.
Jotaro is fucking huge. Ginormous for no reason considering he very likely hadn’t had the time to work out in between beating the shit out of local gang members, dashing and dining, and being a bitch to his mother. But because he hasn’t really been in a setting with a bunch of people with similar physiques as him, he has no idea how to act outside of being ‘cool’. Like, he sees no point in flaunting how he looks so he doesn’t, unlike with someone who, say, worked at their body image for months.
So I am being dead serious when I say Holly didn’t make him a school lunch one time (she had such a bad flu bug she couldn’t get out of bed) Jotaro skips all of his classes, entire day ruined. He goes out to the convenience store, red faced, puffy eyed, and shoves a packet of donuts down his shirt. No one even fucking notices. He eats all of them and cries, it’s so fucking funny.
I should probably mention, Kakyoin is one hundred percent the only one who Jotaro could give less of a shit seeing him do this. So he’s there, gingerly explaining the breeding cycles of salmon and trout in hopes of engaging Jotaro’s autism enough so he doesn’t choke and fucking die around the three donuts he shoved in his mouth.
So, six foot five, bulging muscles, could pop a can of tomatoes open if he put it in between his thighs and squeezed slightly, having a breakdown under a tree somewhere in a national park, defeated. A red haired, twitchy twunk drawing with a stick in the ground saying some shit like, ‘you can tell it’s a type of mammal because of its fin bones, even if it’s exclusively in the water now— please slow down Jojo I really don’t want you to throw up again’.
No, like, he’s a mess all the time but would rather die than be around literally anyone when he has that ‘calm before the storm’ meltdown feeling. So he just sort of shows up at Kakyoin’s doorstep like a stray and lays on his bedroom floor for three hours. Sometimes he falls asleep and Kakyoin uses him as a backrest because he always chooses to be face first directly in front of his Atari and Kakyoin wants to play his games.
Kakyoin’s mother one hundred percent thinks Jotaro is some dangerous delinquent who is going to put her son into a grave, life or death peer pressure situation until she sees Jotaro being dragged out of the house by his ankles with an out of breath Kakyoin carting both their bags under one arm, Jotaro’s coat over one shoulder, and Jotaro’s foot in both his hands. Like, ‘We have a math test. I need good grades. I am not explaining to Miss Holly why you have to retake highschool’.
And Jotaro’s completely limp, like three hundred fucking pounds of pure muscle, wearing a tank top, face down with his hat brim dragging on the floor. He looks fucking dead. He looks like a dead fucking rat. And Kakyoin’s mother no longer has nearly as many worries about Jotaro but also is forever cursed with the knowledge that, even if she were to gossip to her book club about it, they would never believe her.
Also, she’s seen Jotaro cry three separate times on the kitchen floor as Kakyoin makes his grilled cheese in the shapes of dolphins because his favourite cereal changed their packaging or Sadao calls and he’s just losing it in a puddle of tears. He never mentions it again and literally goes back to normal like nothing had happened.
He could beat the shit out of a whole biker gang, spear and set their leader on fire, all stoic and angry and totally badass. Everything falls into place with perfectly timed catchphrases and comebacks, but he’ll still be at Kakyoin’s house, twenty minutes later, face down infront of his Atari. And Kakyoin will use him as a back rest to play his games.
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blednokrov · 1 year
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guess what i got myself into....
feel free to drop any jjba related art requests in the askbox! (but please, no spoilers, im only finishing DiU at the moment)
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rad-roche · 5 months
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Dead Woman Walking, Chapter 12/15
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oswinsdolma · 1 year
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i'm too tired to properly comprehend the full implications of this but the fact that excalibur, basically the universal symbol of arthur and albion as a whole, was made not by some ancient force of destiny of distant legend, but by the father of arthur's love and thrust in the stone by his dearest friend is just so incredibly powerful? like. it really just hammers home that destiny isn't something distant or preordained, but an inevitable tragedy of love. that fate is built from human follies, and that what makes it important.
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nibwhipdragon · 1 year
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I am good at graphic design
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day 11 of playing DJ cookie's trial everyday until DJ cookie gets a super epic costume in cr:ob or until DJ comes to kingdom
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cicaklah · 1 year
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I'm seeing powerwolf tomorrow and if they don't play this I will be very upset
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lesbianlanval · 1 year
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I’m against the fandomification of history but I am for the babygirlificstion of Anna Komnena because it is funny
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whyamihereat4am · 4 days
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my favourite thing about chuuya nakahara is that he's just kind of. chill. about everything. he's like, my tragic backstory has no hold on me, i went to therapy and i'm all good now. i'm a bad guy cuz it pays good and my found family happens to be here. what do you mean that's not a good reason, you a cop or something?
someone will betray him and he'll go ok well that's pretty upsetting. they probably had a good reason though. i'll forgive them if they let me get a good punch in. if they're really just a hater they're giving me bad vibes and i don't wanna deal with 'em at all tbh.
things have been done to him that would warrant a lifelong crusade of revenge for anyone else, but for chuuya nakahara it's just, that was super not cool but i'll let it slide if you get therapy with me.
chuuya is down for any crime and thinks moral boundaries are for losers and stuff but he's the nicest guy in the port mafia when it comes to not mistreating his subordinates and probably helps old ladies cross the street. he shows up for a solid 10-20 minutes of screentime per season and makes all the fans fall in love with him while doing the bare minimum, and despite technically being a villain i don't think he's worked against the agency a single time (although to be fair this is often not on purpose). he also does the bare minimum every time he's asked to help in-universe and clearly isn't even trying, and he sweeps anyway because he is ridiculously overpowered and could probably kill literally everyone if he actually wanted to, and i just. no one is doing it like him. you go you unbothered king.
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floatyflowers · 5 months
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Dark! Platonic Father! Saladin x Reader x Dark! Baldwin IV
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You are the only daughter of Sultan Salah El -Din Al Ayoubi.
And his favourite child.
How can he not favor you when you were the only child who shamelessly climbed on his back while he prayed, demanding that he plays with you.
You also started writing poems at the age of twelve to praise your father's bravery in battles.
Not only that, but you were religious and well behaved, and always obey his orders because you know he only wants the best for you.
Even though you were considered the most beautiful woman when you reached eighteen, no man dared to voice out such a thing.
One man tried to voice out such words, and the next thing he was whipped one hundred times.
You received many suitors, but they were all rejected.
Since the peace treaty with the Crusaders, you thought it would be a good idea to go on a pilgrimage.
But you did not expect that everyone with you would get killed and you would be taken as a hostage.
All because of Reynald de chatillon.
Of course the Christian king wasn't happy about that, and ordered that Reynald de chatillon be hanged.
Especially after he saw how you were bruised and beaten up.
Knowing very well that this might lead to war.
Baldwin had the best physicians treat your wounds and the best food be presented to you.
He made sure you are well taken care of...however, you were too afraid to eat or drink.
Only wanting to return back to your father.
Which made Baldwin have the soldiers bring you to his chambers to try to convince you that he means no harm.
"I wish to return to my father"
"Reynald de chatillon will face death for what he has done"
"Thank you, you are just and kind"
After those sentences are exchanged between you both, you start trusting him.
You two would play chess and converse about different subjects.
What surprised him is your knowledge about different fields like philosophy, medicine, and astronomy.
You are beautiful, intelligent, kind and virtuous...all the traits that makes a perfect wife.
How unfortunate, that he can't take you as a wife for many reasons.
The Leper King decided to give you a gift to remember him by, and that is a golden crescent necklace.
In, the end, you were returned back to your father safe and sound.
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ghosts-and-glory · 2 months
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Taking place during the main game.
I’m gonna pretend Anne died in a cool way, not that I accidentally sacrificed her to the rat.
I like to pretend in my brain that on crusades it’s actually my followers coming with me and not that I’m allowing a demon into them. So that’s how it’s gonna work in No Devotion because it’s my house and I can do what I want.
I’m trying to find that sweet spot where I don’t spend ten years colouring cause I hate colouring but also so these don’t look like ass.
Followers are Anubis (or Anne) she/her, based on a Dutch Shepard. Nobre he/him and Puar they/he, they’re siblings and both Akitas. Can you tell I like dogs, all my favourite followers are dog.
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suzannahnatters · 8 months
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Let Your Knights Weep
One of the big things I've had to train myself out of when writing medieval historical fiction?
The stiff upper lip.
This used to really bewilder my editor, who for some time attempted to nudge me away from having my grown men weep and wail and blubber, but for me it's an essential part of the setting. Whether in grief or fear, medieval people did not hold things back.
Here are some of my favourite quotes to explain.
First, a couple from two great 20th century medievalists:
CS Lewis in his Letters put it this way:
“By the way, don't 'weep inwardly' and get a sore throat. If you must weep, weep: a good honest howl! I suspect we - and especially, my sex - don't cry enough now-a-days. Aeneas and Hector and Beowulf, Roland and Lancelot blubbered like schoolgirls, so why shouldn't we?”
Dorothy Sayers, in her fabulous Introduction to her translation of THE SONG OF ROLAND, speaking of Charlemagne discovering Roland's body on the battlefield:
Here too, I think we must not reckon it weakness in him that he is overcome by grief for Roland’s death, that he faints upon the body and has to be raised up by the barons and supported by them while he utters his lament. There are fashions in sensibility as in everything else. The idea that a strong man should react to great personal and national calamities by a slight compression of the lips and by silently throwing his cigarette into the fireplace is of very recent origin. By the standards of feudal epic, Charlemagne’s behaviour is perfectly correct. Fainting, weeping, and lamenting is what the situation calls for. The assembled knights and barons all decorously follow his example. They punctuate his lament with appropriate responses:
By hundred thousand the French for sorrow sigh; There’s none of them but utters grievous cries.
At the end of the next laisse:
He tears his beard that is so white of hue, Tears from his head his white hair by the roots; And of the French an hundred thousand swoon.
We may take this response as being ritual and poetic; grief, like everything else in the Epic, is displayed on the heroic scale. Though men of the eleventh century did, in fact, display their emotions much more openly than we do, there is no reason to suppose that they made a practice of fainting away in chorus. But the gesture had their approval; that was how they liked to think of people behaving. In every age, art holds up to us the standard pattern of exemplary conduct, and real life does its best to conform. From Charlemagne’s weeping and fainting we can draw no conclusions about his character except that the poet has represented him as a perfect model of the “man of feeling” in the taste of the period.
OK, now let's dig into some quotes that I found just in Christopher Tyerman's Chronicles of the First Crusade and Joinville's Life of St Louis:
Truly you would have grieved and sobbed in pity when the Turks killed any of our men....
As for the knights, they stood about in a great state of gloom, wringing their hands because they were so frightened and miserable, not knowing what to do with themselves and their armour, and offering to sell their shields, valuable breastplates and helmets for threepence or fivepence or any price they could get....
When Guy, who was a very honourable knight, had heard these lies, he and all the others began to weep and to make loud lamentation....
They stayed in the houses cowering, some some for hunger and some for fear of the Turks....
Now at vigils, the time of trust in God’s compassion, many gave up hope and hurriedly lowered themselves with ropes from the wall-tops; and in the city soldiers, returning from the encounter, circulated widely a rumour that mass decapitation of the defenders was in store. To add weight to the terror, they too fled…
In the course of that day’s battle there had been many people, and of fine appearance too, who had come very shamefully flying over the little bridge you know of and had fled away so panic-stricken that all our attempts to make them stay with us had been in vain. I could tell you some of their names, but shall refrain from doing so, because they are now dead.
I could go on looking for quotes in all the other medieval literature I've read, but that would be beyond the scope of this Tumblr post.
In the meantime, this leads me to make some comments on how trauma was perceived.
In Jonathan Riley-Smith's The First Crusade and the Idea of Crusading, the author discusses the mental breakdowns suffered by the first crusaders during the second siege of Antioch, which caused many of them to flee at the moment of direst need:
In these stressful circumstances it is not surprising that the crusaders were often very frightened. At times, indeed, they seem to have been almost paralysed by a terror that they themselves could hardly comprehend. … When the crusade was bottled up in Antioch by Kerbogha's relief force it was gripped by such blind panic that there was the prospect of a mass break-out and on the night of 10 or 11 Juney 1098 Bohemond and Adhemar had the gates of the city closed. It is worth noting that many of those whom later chroniclers, writing after the events in comparative comfort in Europe, vilified for cowardice and desertion seem to have been treated more charitably by their fellow-crusaders, who must have understood what pressures they had been under.
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In conclusion: the way we feel about things today in the English-speaking isn't necessarily the way people felt about things in the past (and this goes for other cultures, real or imagined, too). I'm continually catching myself writing people with stiff upper lips and emotional reservations, and having to remind myself that the culture was different back them. If a grown man wanted to weep, he could. That's a good thing. (Oh, and my medieval historical fantasy? Check out the Watchers of Outremer series on Amazon or wherever books are sold!)
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dragkbluire · 3 months
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Oh my GOD YOU LIKE LOZ LU AND???? JJBA NO WAY DUDE ME TOO THATZ LIKE EPIC OH MY GOOOD
(but if you take drawing requests can you do Twi comforting wars, idk man I just love them)
Step 1 to comfort Wars: Make him realise he's being an idiot
He's about to meet Hylia. (He's very stubborn I just know it xd)
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Just kidding xd Here's the real one
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I tried a cold atmosphere with too much blue so you can feel sadness but at the same time, calm.
And the version without color
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I was about to tell you that I'm not doing requests right now but I don't have homework or exams and I have worked a lot in the drawings I have to do (and others I want to do) so I told myself that why not? xd
Besides I love Wars - Twilight relationship. For me because of Time they are uncle and nephew and being both Time's hands they often have to comfort/help each other.
And YES I love both LOZ/LU and JJBA, In fact I have noticed that a lot of people that likes LOZ likes JJBA (and vice versa). In fact I think both are similar so it's common that people that likes one likes the other.
But even if you notice (or at least I try to xd) my artstyle is a mix between LOZ and JJBA art style.
And if you were wondering (or not) my favourite Zelda games (from my most favourite to the least) are Twilight Princess (my favourite game ever), Majora's Mask and Tears of the Kingdom. But my favourite Link is Time without a doubt.
And for JJBA my favourite part is Stardust Crusaders (right now I'm reading a fan manga from the artist @/therealsnipster on instagram about Jotaro and Polnareff on their travels searching for the arrows), then I can't decide so Vento Aureo and Stone Ocean have the second place and then there is Phantom Blood. And Jonathan is my favourite Jojo.
Thank you so much for your ask and request!! :D
It was fun and it helped me notice I still need to practice some poses xdxd
EDIT: I gave it the vhs effects, I think it looks better.
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