/Thanks to fire-charged-twinkies for the icon! Also, just want to say I am NOT the real Deadlox. My Skype is insanelox; feel free to add me, don't be shy! Just please specify your tumblr url when you send the Skype request~ Ty's actions and speech are in bold, Autumn is in italics, and Xavier has normal text. Mod (Delta) types with these awkward slashy things uwu/

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nsfwnuncance:

New ways of torture. Slowly send someone a OTP smut fic filled with kinks. And I mean. Hourly.

/I fucking hate you. So much./

ariaricottoncandy:

Made a pretty short one-shot Lexly Fluff story.

Hope yah like it.

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fucking-history:

A Turkish Yatagan, made in Ahmed Tekelü’s workshop between 1525 and 1530, Istanbul.

According to the Metmuseum: “The gold incrustation on the blade depicts a combat between a dragon and a phoenix against a background of foliate scrolls. These figures, like the gold-inlaid cloud bands on the ivory grip, are Chinese in style and were probably introduced into Ottoman art through contacts with Persia. The extremely high relief of the delicately modeled goldsmith’s work, and the use of rubies for eyes, silver for the dragon’s teeth, and a pearl set into the phoenix’s head, exemplify the opulence and refinement of Ottoman luxury arts.

This sword is one of the earliest known yatagans, distinctly Turkish weapons characterized by a double-curved blade and a hilt without a guard. Yatagans were commonplace in Turkey and the Balkans in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries and served as sidearms for the elite troops known as janissaries.”

theeverydayshowcase:

tastefullyoffensive:

Fruit Helmuts [weibo]

BUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA WHY AM I LOLLING SO HARD

lexicalnuncance:

Lexily was so quickly canon o MF g

dahowbbit:

goddessofsax:

Here’s a handy dandy color reference chart for you artists, writers, or any one else who needs it! Inspired by this post x

shellunatic asked:
BUT BROWN IS MADE UP FROM A TON OF COLORS IN THE WARM PALLET. HELL WHEN YOUR USING A COLOR SELECTOR THINGY, ON MOST OF THE ONES IVE USED YOU HAVE TO GO INTO THE ORANGE AND YELLOW ONES TO GET BROWN. SO YES. BROWN HAS ORANGE AND REDS IN IT. STILL BROWN THOUGH.

/—INFURIATED SCREAMING—/

shellunatic asked:
ok, two things! 1.hair has a lot of different shades in it, it could be brown and have a reddish high/low lights. 2. have you looked up his mc skin? he has lots of different shades of pixels for his hair. and on his youtube channel banner and icon his character is a brunet. So, brown hair.

/I will fight you over this/

image

/see this? Sorta brown. But still really fucking light/

/NOW SEE THIS, ITS EVEN MORE ORANGE IN HIS BANNER./

/AND YES. I HAVE IS MC SKIN SAVED 2 TIMES ACTUALLY JUST SO I COULD MAKE SURE I GOT ALL THE COLOURS RIGHT. I TOOK THOSE STRAIGHT FROM HIS MC SKIN, DUDE/

wrong~

/How am I wrong I took that straight off his mc skin. I literally used the selector tool. I assure you it is right. I’m so confused/

shellunatic replied to your post “.”

on his mc skin his eyes are red and is hair is brown.

Ty stretched, only just have woken up from another nap. Every moment he was awake he felt useless. He couldn’t hear or see anymore, and whenever Ty was awake he could literally feel what was left of his sanity crumbling. It was a shame; he’d been starting to get so much better. Now he’s just a paranoid wreck. He opened his eyes, expecting to be greeted yet again by complete darkness. Though, instead, there was a dim light pouring through the window, and he thought he could hear birds chirping from somewhere. A huge smile lit up his face, running off and calling Bodil’s name. After getting no response, his smile faded and his heart felt like it was sinking in his chest. Glancing at the clock, he realized it was actually a lot later than he thought, being 9pm. There was almost a small line of light on the horizon; this was normally around the time Bodil would leave for killing. His excitement was thrown out the window and he slowly walked back up to his room. Might as well wait for him.

How long had he been like that..? He’d had no sense of time.. For all Ty knew, he could’ve been in that state for a month. ‘I hope he still even loves me…’