Overcoming Art Block With Sacrifice!Damen.

Genuine question, does this mean that Geto has hemipenis?

Snake!Geto x Snow Leopard!Gojo

I am not an animal expert, so the information on my comic may be incorrect

u hurt me too good

I still did everything wrong

An unfinished fanart of Yeni(?) from the manhwa ‘Seduce the Villain’s Father.’ When I first saw I her, she really caught my attention with her hair similar to cotton candy and big blue eyes, so I just had to try to draw her.

Some Tsukasa Theories

So earlier today, @sissaf and I got into a conversation about the current arc in the comments of Chapter 41 Part 1, and the topic of my theories about Tsukasa came up. I couldn’t explain all of this fully in a comment so I made an entire obsessive post about it instead… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

Just be aware these are just my own personal interpretations and opinions of what I’ve read up until now, and I could be entirely wrong, and no one has any obligation to read all this or agree with me^^

❀ Theories after the jump–>  [Spoilers up to Ch. 45] 

*Edited to include info from a comment on 08/30/2018~ 

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I love this. Damn, the details are great!

More Hogwarts AU stuff. Introducing classmates! Lucille is the bird-girl from OTGW (I just gave her a name) and Pat and Oliver are OCs of mine. Info on Dipper, Mabel, Wirt and Greg’s parents, hopefully the writing isn’t too small (more info on Pacifica will appear during the AU, as well as Wendy; Wirt’s dad does not make any appearance in the AU. He’s just there to be the reason to a problem XP

Also, Wirt’s Beast. Now ya know 8DD

Apparently asshole cannot be removed from anywhere

Greek Mythology: Unfortunately, Zeus was horny.

Norse Mythology: Unfortunately, Loki was bored.

Egyptian Mythology: Unfortunately, Set was envious.

Japanese Mythology: Unfortunately, Susanoo was rude.

I'm just adding fuel to the fire

Fushiguro and Ryomen Sukuna

Diving into the mythology surrounding Fushiguro’s shikigami Makora. Disclaimer first: I am no expert, just a humble myth buff.

This is the hand seal (mudra) Fushiguro make to call forward his domain expansion. This mudra is associated with deity Bhaisajyaguru (薬師如来). Bhaisajyaguru is Buddha of healing from Mahayana Buddhism and known also as Yakushi Nyorai in Japan. Yakushi Nyorai has been known to release disease and pain from sick people. The believe of Yakushi Nyorai is the first to develop in Japan after the introduction of Buddhism to Japan.

Yakushi Nyorai is also the Buddha at the center of the Twelve Heavenly Generals (十二神将 read as Juuni shinshou) legends. Originally, the Twelve Heavenly Generals are yaksha or devils who were converted to Buddhism because of Yakushi Nyorai’s teaching. They are then tasked to protect Bhaisajyaguru and his followers.

So it is not actually surprising that one of Fushiguro’s shikigami is based on one of the Heavenly Generals.  

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Unarmed Black Man With Hands Up Shot By Police.

Charles Kinsey, 47, a behavior therapist from South Florida was shot in the leg three times by the police in North Miami while laying on the ground with his arms up and trying to help his patient with autism who had run away from a group home.

It all started when someone called 911 and said there was a man walking around with a gun. However it was Kinsey’s patient who was sitting on the ground cross-legged, playing with a toy truck.

Charles got shot by police despite telling them he was only trying to help his patient.

The police shot him, handcuffed him and left him on ground bleeding.

North Miami police have not released much information at all. They haven’t released the officer’s name, they haven’t given us an update on the investigation. However, they did say that the state attorney is now a part of this investigation.

#CharlesKinsey   #BlackLivesMatter 

#StopPoliceBrutality   #NorthMiamiPoliceDepartment

On the eve of Harry’s thirty-fifth birthday (seventeen years, two months, twenty-nine days, four hours and seven minutes since Harry watched Lord Voldemort fall at his feet), Harry receives his soulmate timer. It has been twenty years since each one of his peers received their own soulmark timers.

Harry sat at the kitchen table, sipping his tea, when his wrist began to burn. The teacup rolled off the table, shattered on the floor, spilling sweet tea in rivulets down the table legs.

– 33.08.29.22.24.15

Harry read the numbers slowly. It was a long, negative number. Longer than average for someone his age. 33 years, 8 months, 29 days, 22 hours, 24 minutes, 15 seconds.

Harry touches the small numbers on his wrist. As he watches, the timer ticks over.

– 33.08.29.22.25.03

It has been seventeen years, two months, twenty-eight days since the Battle of Hogwarts.

Harry is thirty-four years, eleven months, and thirty days old.

Who had he met thirty-three years, eight months, twenty-nine days, and twenty two hours from now? It is custom, in their society, to be able to calculate dates and times. It’s the difference between knowing one’s soulmate and not.

Harry feels his muscles lock, his breath freeze in his lungs, his throat swell.

31st October 1981, 20:13pm.

At one year, three months, and eight hours of age, Harry Potter had met Lord Voldemort.

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Harry’s birthday is on a Friday. He is supposed to go into work. There are stacks of incomplete reports on his desk that he must finish. Harry does not go to work. Harry goes to his vault.

This is not the first time Harry has encountered the thought that Voldemort was his soulmate. It had been theorized, over the years. The Quibbler ran an article on it, to Hermione’s rage. Everyone had received soulmate timers. Harry and Voldemort had not.

Harry sits in Gringotts, an angry goblin dropping him off at his vault, and he looks at the hollow horcrux corpses. There is a twisted diadem. A split locket. A cracked stone. A shriveled snake carcass. A destroyed diary. A bent cup.

Harry skims his fingers over the magical artefacts. They do not call to him. They do not reach out. They are empty.

There are two horcruxes not in this pile. There is one on Harry’s forehead, a faint lightning scar, and there is a pile of ashes, long blown out in the wind, on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

It has now been seventeen years, two months, and thirty days since Voldemort fell at the Battle of Hogwarts.

Harry does not know what has changed, but something has.