Archers Gloves Vs Digital Artist Gloves Being Opposite Of One Another

Hey, so uh...

I didn't publish the Day two of Mushy May yesterday because I had to go to a funeral...

But I'll publish day 2 and 3 this afternoon!

I have thoughts. I have thoughts!! I have SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!!

I just!!!! This man!!!! As a performer!!!! I adore him!!!!

The way he carries himself the SECOND he's in uniform, his posture, his fucking PRESENCE!!! These images don't entirely do it justice, but if you've seen them live, you know exactly how Dew walks on stage, and he walks it with PURPOSE and like he OWNS THAT THING.

He's commanding, he stands on business, he's fixed to his purpose. He reminds me of the guards in front of Buckingham palace, they have to impose respect and most of all, they are READY for action.

He's the literal embodiment of why the Impera uniforms are so heavily military inspired.

Dewdrop is at his post. He knows his job, knows when his moment is and most importantly, he knows he's fucking AMAZING at it.

I ADORE HIS STAGE PRESENCE AND NO I WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT. He's not even my favourite ghoul but BY GOD I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF HIM.

I feel like we've all seen this pic by now but it's been haunting me, lately. Like yeah, "omg Dew boot so small, he tiny" YES I KNOW AND I AGREE. BUT!!! Look at literally everything else???

There's five uniforms and five pair of boots, this is the men's changing room. Copia doesn't get changed with them, you can't see a single piece of his costumes.

This is Pre-Impera because that's the only time they used the capes on stage for the guys. The fact that there's a whole bag of gloves right there makes me wonder if this was for a photoshoot, since the gloves were never used on stage as far as I could find, but the cable in the case makes me doubt that.

Shirts are sprawled around, I wonder who put them there and why they're not on hangers like the other pieces.

You can see that the vests on the rack have shoulder patches and the ones in the closet case don't, which means that they are removable. You already know that if you've been following me a while, I made a whole post talking about how much I hate velcro. It must be partly to preserve them, which makes me wonder how expensive they were to make.

In the far right corner, you can also see that the jackets are stored withour shoulder pads. This is 100% to protect them and save space since they aren't flexible.

You can also see that some shirts in the case visibly have ruffles at the cuffs, while others don't. Since this is Pre-Impera, the one with ruffles is either Rain's, Aether's or Swiss'.

The second to last jacket on the rack is Dew's, you can see white stitching at the cuffs and he's the only one who has that.

I dunno why, I also love seeing the costumes about to be used and the extras they have for wash days and in case something breaks.

I gotta admit, though... I have no idea what this is and it's driving me insane.

Mushy May Day 11: Sitting on Their Lap

Pairing: Dew/Aether

Characters: Dew, Aether

Tags: Fluff, healing

Word count:

Summary: Mushy May Day 11

Dew has just come out of his elemental transition, he doesn’t feel worthy of anyone anymore, Aether doesn’t fail to prove him wrong.

Fic below the cut or in ao3

@forlorn-crows

Dew was in the ghouls’ wing of the ministry, sitting alone on an armchair of the common room. The new summons for the fourth era of the ghost project were sitting in the same room, they were his pack now, he supposed, even if he hadn’t even gotten to know them yet because of his elemental transition. He still had Aether and Mountain, he supposed, that was nice.

Aether had spent all of Dew’s recovery with him, using his quintessence to keep him stable during the whole aftermath, but once Dew had been able to move for himself again, he hadn’t let Aether stay, he couldn’t handle having him in the same room when Dew couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror from disgust. He hated the changes that fire had brought to him, being stripped of the water that had accompanied him his whole life was like taking away his very essence, it felt wrong.

And now, here he was, out of his bedroom for the first time in weeks and sitting among the other ghouls, who looked at him weird, because they hadn’t even met him yet. Then, he heard footsteps from the door, he didn’t need to look to the side to know that it was Aether that was walking in, he dreaded his very existence at that moment. Aether let out a quiet gasp when he saw the now fire ghoul sitting there and walked up to him “Dew?” He asked quietly as he placed a gentle hand on Dew’s shoulder.

Dew looked up at Aether with an expression that could only be described as conflicted. Dew loved the quint, but didn’t want him to see him like this. But, even if Dew had thought about leaving the room, it was too late. Aether was already on his knees in front of him and hugging him, “I missed you, drop…”

Dew had to hold back his tears - that now burnt him - as he gave in and wrapped his arms around Aether too. A few minutes later, they found themselves with Dew sitting on Aether’s lap as he ran his fingers through the shorter’s hair.

“You’re beautiful,” whispered Aether, “just like before.” Dew had a hard time believing that, but after about ten times of hearing some variation of those words, he started believing it.

a dad.

c:  @littlekaisarion

someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue

happy jesus he knows me day

//I need to make a fic but I don't know what to write💔💔💔

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coming out of my cage and i been doing just bad. going back in my cage because i like my cage