Megumi Fushiguro + Baseball = Demon Dog

Vax’ildan’s Promise

30 years later…

Not to mention seeing everyone’s reactions but Liam’s is the most precious 🥺. You never forget your first d&d character…they are very special in so many ways.

If it wasn’t for a simple suggestion from Sam, “let’s play D&D” we as a community wouldn’t have existed or have been a thought. All in the name of love ❤️. Friendship is what brought us these moments from these VAs.

Thank you Critcal Role for not only shaping our childhoods in cartoons or animes we grew up with but for also shaping our adulthoods with characters you made yourselves.

We cannot thank you enough 💜✨

easter, 420, and most importantly, katsuki bakugo’s birthday

RIP Genya Shinazugawa you would have loved The Offspring, mosh pits, bisexuality, the Competitive Eater LA Beast’s YouTube series where he sees how much rotten milk he can drink before he pukes and/or cactuses he can eat before he has to go to the ER, karaoke, tongue piercings, the Nintendo Switch, shirts with random English words on them, and metal covers of ABBA songs amen

Giyuu: *smiles brightly*

Sanemi from far away: Who the fuck does he think he is… smiling so brightly like that. He’s so beautiful and he doesn’t even know it. What an asshole.

Uzui: You have to be the only man in the world to complain about your boyfriend being attractive.

Tauriel Concept art | Weta Workshop | BrunuhVielle Edited

Originals by Nick Keller, edited by me.

more barkugou quirk accident doodles

#the perfect twist

Daemon Targaryen's Love Has Two Sides

-The first is unyielding and screams of destruction. What lords he would unseat, what atrocities he would commit, what worlds he would tear down with his bare hands just to see her smile.

-What wars he would start, and relish in the anguish of her enemies. Hand always resting on the hilt of Dark Sister or some other slender, deadly blade, he is ready at all moments to defend her. To protect her to his last breath. In fact, there is a part of him that yearns for the chance.

-This love is not kind, nor gentle, but she would be lying if she said she did not crave it. The possessiveness of his touch, the frenzied passion of his embrace, and the darkness...such beautiful darkness lurking in the fire burning behind his eyes.

-The second, such a stark contrast from the first, is soft and quiet, and never fails to surprise her in its tenderness. He takes her hand in his in a gesture of comfort and warmth before bringing it to his lips. There is not a single inch of her he has not kissed a thousand times over.

-Unlike the first, these kisses do not claim her. They are an act of reverence. Devotion to his greatest love, whose soul is so deeply entwined with his own he cannot be sure where hers ends and his begins. But he is not whole without her, of this he is certain.

-This love is rarer, admittedly, but it is that very fact that makes it so unbearably beautiful. It tastes of honey and spring, and yet, so too is it reminiscent of the crisp autumn air and a soothing mulled wine. It is running through the streets of King's Landing after dark, giggling in the shadows. It is the way he slowly undresses her, gazing into her eyes with awe.

-It is his hand on her swollen belly, and the unspoken promises of how he will care for their child.

-A little spark returns. The darkness of the first love, the unrelenting desire to protect his loved ones at all costs. The pleasure he will take in the suffering of those would bring them harm. It is a blazing love, one that consumes and threatens to end all things.

-But what a glorious ending it would be.

This specific scene was so funny. It looks like a Renaissance painting.