#+ my sleep-deprived rambles in the tags

[syn0vial]

neil newbon also mentioned that, besides the feral cat that visits his house, another inspiration for astarion's physicality was the harlequin mask from commedia dell'arte, which i find very funny given astarion's canonical feelings about clowns

[webonchin]

Ouuhhhyheaaa ouuhyhaaa ,FINALLY! FINISHED SOMETHING BEFORE THE YEAR ENDS

First of all thank you all soooo soo much for following or just liking my art, support means alot to me , second you are all so talented and so sweet! even if you don't create content you are all so cool!! Yes you reading this ,you are so cool!! And for last...

Happy new year's eve, may all your dreams come true!

[paracosmicka]

As a trans man I love mpreg as long as it’s not fetishized. I want kids in the future so seeing mpreg is like going oh hey! Another seahorse dad! I don’t get to see myself in media much. It makes me uncomfortable when people don’t separate the 2 mpreg can be fetishized but it’s also a thing a lot of transgender afab go through. I know this is a sonadow account and it’s not that deep lol but thanks it’s cool seeing it :) saying that: more plz 🥹

This actually makes me feel so relieved bc another reason why I’m always hesitant to post pregnant Shadow is I’m worried that it can be seen as disrespectful or that if it might be used for fetishization purposes which isn’t really what I’d like my art to be associated with.

I don’t want to kink shame anyone, as an agender aroace person who does not experience any romantic or sexual desire whatsoever (i think? still learning about the different types of experiences within the aroace spectrum) I feel that I am literally the least qualified to talk about the morality behind mpreg as a kink/fetish.

With all that in mind, I do wanna say that I wish there was more transgender pregnancy representation that wasn’t just fetish. Like just googling “pregnancy symptoms” will give you a wide range of experiences, but when I was trying to look into if there were unique ways that pregnancy can effect trans men, it took a lot of digging so either I’m just stupid and can’t search things on the internet very well or there really isn’t a lot of representation of trans pregnancies.

Although I did recently learn that in the r/pregnancy subreddit, FTM does not in fact mean “Female to Male” and is actually just “First Time Mom” which makes a lot of sense bc for awhile I thought half of the subreddit were just trans guys. Then I discovered there is literally a subreddit r/seahorse_dads and so I spent awhile just reading a bunch of posts in there.

Anyway I’m fine just existing in my own space with sonadow family fluff, but when I share it I get all nervous bc mpreg is cringefail or whatever and I don’t even know if it’s cringe for being cringe or if it’s cringe bc it’s a fetish. Just know that whenever I post any art of any kind, I try to think as little as possible about how people will interpret my drawings, bc at the end of the day I just drew it because it made me happy and thinking about sonadow fluff gives me warm and fuzzy butterflies that I think people are supposed feel when they’re in love but I’ve never experienced that for another person in my entire life and I don’t think I’ll be able to. So thinking about and drawing sonadow is probably the closest I’ll get to that feeling.

And it makes me even more happy when people say they genuinely connected with my art bc then I know that the warm and fuzzy butterflies feeling got through, and I’m just really glad we can all get our little serotonin boost from these stupid gay hedgehogs.

I genuinely don’t think any of this makes sense I’ve spent 3 hours trying to write a response to this ask and then I remembered that I got zero sleeps last night so that’s probably why brain no worky but in conclusion: thank you for the ask Anon it really made my day and I’m spiritually headbutting you like a cat as they say

[madbard]

Thinking about how the Stan twins were both taught from a young age that life is a matter of transactions. How they were valued only for the money they could bring their family, and how this shaped their lives in such different ways.

Ford was the intelligent one, and this made him valuable. He knew what he had to offer. He knew he was important. (He had to be. Experience had shown him that love was conditional. He had to earn it. He had to be enough.) When Bill Cipher approached him, he confirmed everything Ford wanted so desperately to believe about himself. Imagine that sense of excitement, of accomplishment, of pride and power and relief. Imagine having that final, unshakeable source of external validation - that this being that knew everything and could have chosen anyone, chose you. Imagine knowing exactly what you could do to please this being and, with the understanding that love is conditional, knowing that you could fulfill the requirements for that love. Imagine knowing exactly how to ensure you would be loved, not just by that being but by the family you uplifted and the future you created. All you had to do was satisfy your own curiosity… all you had to do was build a portal. Is it any wonder that Ford fell for Bill’s tricks?

Then we have Stan, the failure. If love was transactional, he could never pay the fee. He knew people only helped you if you had something to offer. And he had nothing to offer, so why would anyone ever help him? Why would anyone care? Of course he didn’t fall for Bill. He couldn’t. When Bill promised gifts and power and happiness, how could Stan believe a word he said? In a world without altruism, such promises could never be trusted. There was always a price to be paid - and Stan had never been able to pay it.

And so the end of the world was triggered and then averted, all because one brother thought he could earn the world’s love, while the other knew he would never earn anything good.

A+ parenting, Filbrick. Truly.

[akirasstories]

Blue, Gold, Red

for @thiamficweekly week 13

WC: 3326 | rating: M | cw/tw: none | tags: idiots in love, liam dunbar true alpha spark, biting and kissing

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Just a milkshake. 

One of those ridiculously sweet, criminally overpriced ones from the 24-hour diner at the edge of town—the kind Theo pretended to complain about every time Liam insisted they stop there, which was often. 

But Theo always caved.

Because Liam liked them.

Because Liam always ordered the same thing.

Because Theo remembered.

And tonight was no different.

Liam sat in the passenger seat of Theo’s truck, legs spread like he owned the world, hoodie sleeves bunched at his elbows, blue eyes the streetlights through the windshield. He looked over and grinned, soft and boyish and unfairly beautiful, and said, “You remembered I like extra whipped cream?”

Theo, halfway into a sarcastic reply, caught the look on Liam’s face—sincere, surprised, pleased. And something in him faltered.

Because yeah. He had remembered.

Of course he had.

He always did.

What Theo didn’t expect—what completely derailed him—was for Liam to lean across the seat and kiss him.

Not a peck. Not a brush of lips.

A kiss.

Full. Certain. Stupidly soft at first—and then not.

Suddenly Liam was half in his lap, kneees awkwardly bumping the center console, milkshake long forgotten in the cupholder. Theo’s hands found Liam’s waist on instinct, sliding beneath the hem of his shirt like they’d been there a hundred times before.

Liam kissed like he fought—fierce and desperate, like the world might end if he didn’t give it everything he had. His fingers tangled in Theo’s hair, tugging hard enough to make Theo shiver, pulling a groan from somewhere deep in his chest.

The windows fogged. The world narrowed. They were making out like idiots in a grocery store parking lot, in a fogged-up truck, mouths hot and messy and frantic.

The air was thick with heat and breath and the low bass hum of a song neither of them were really hearing. Theo barely noticed the sting at first, the sharp scrape of fangs against his lower lip—but then Liam bit down, not hard, not enough to break skin, but enough to make Theo gasp and press closer.

It was chaos. 

Glorious, overwhelming chaos.

And Theo let it happen.

Let Liam lick into his mouth like he was trying to claim it. Let his own claws slide out a little when Liam rolled his hips down into him. Let his eyes flicker gold—just for a second—before he forced them back. He never let that happen.

But Liam was everywhere. 

Tasting. Biting. Grinding.

And Theo—control freak Theo—tilted his head back without thinking. He offered his neck.

Instinct.

And when Liam’s fangs grazed just below his jawline—when he bit down harder, not just playful but possessive—he didn’t pull away.

He let him.

 It hurt. But it felt right. Final. Like giving something away he never really owned in the first place.

And it felt good. 

Good enough to make Theo moan.

And when Liam finally pulled back, his lips were wet, his pupils blown wide, his breath ragged

His eyes weren’t gold.

They weren’t blue.

They were red.

Theo froze

His entire body went cold, his heart punching against his ribs like it wanted to escape.

Because that wasn’t a trick of the light. 

That wasn’t a glitch.

That was real.

—-

It had been nearly a year since the war with the hunters ended. Since the world didn’t burn, and Theo Raeken—former villain, genetic experiment, chimera freak—stayed.

Not like a ghost haunting the edge of town. Not hiding in tunnels or sleeping in his truck.

He stayed-stayed.

Got a job. Took community college classes. Helped Deaton. Slept in a real bed, under a real roof, not in his truck or some moldy abandoned tunnel. Got accepted into the local college, set to start in two months.

And somehow, despite everything, stayed close to Liam Dunbar.

Liam, with his righteous anger and his too-big heart and his fists that sometimes talked before his mouth could catch up. Liam, who flared gold when he was angry and still snarled at Theo like he might punch him just to make a point.

They grew closer.

That had happened slowly. 

In glances and grudging trust.

In stupid late-night drives, in silences they didn’t fill with apologies but with shared songs and milkshakes and sarcastic one-liners. 

Theo acted like none of it meant anything. Like he hadn’t spent months clinging to any excuse to stay near Liam.

But he did everything for him. Without hesitation. Without question.

Because Liam wasn’t like Scott.

Scott was perfect. Noble. Good. The kind of person people wanted to believe in. The guy who inspired others to be better. 

But Liam?

Liam was messy. Angry. Flawed. And still—still—he chose to be good, every single day. Even when it was hard. Especially when it was hard.

Theo thought that made Liam realer. More honest. Stronger.

That’s why the first time Theo noticed red flashing in Liam’s eyes—just for a second, like a glitch in a system—he didn’t panic.

He blinked. Tilted his head. Quietly stored it away.

Because he knew what it meant.

Liam Dunbar had the spark.

The potential.

The terrifying, impossible power.

Liam Dunbar could become a True Alpha.

Theo wasn’t surprised. 

He’d known for a long time that Liam had something burning inside him. Something bright. Something dangerous.

The kid who’d been dragged kicking and screaming into the supernatural world… and still fought to protect it?

Yeah. Theo had seen it coming.

But Liam hadn’t.

Which brought them to tonight.

To this moment.

To red.

Bright, real and so painfully vivid in the dark.

—-

Theo sat up so fast it jolted Liam, who blinked at him, dazed and flushed, lips kiss-bitten and cheeks red. His eyes had returned to blue now, wide and confused,like he hadn’t just shattered reality five seconds ago.

Still draped across Theo’s lap like he hadn’t just flipped the entire world on its axis.

“What?” Liam mumbled, voice wrecked from the kiss, already leaning in again like they could just keep going.

Theo slammed a hand to his chest, holding him back. “Wait. Liam. Look at me.”

“I am looking at you,” Liam said, frowning, like Theo had gone completely insane.

“No. Your eyes—” Theo exhaled, throat tight. “They were red, Liam.”

Liam stilled.

“What?” he asked again, less certain now.

“Red,” Theo said. “Not golden. Not blue. Red.”

Liam stared, brain clearly buffering.

“Like… like Alpha red?” he asked slowly, like saying it out loud might make it less real.

“No,” Theo deadpanned. “Like beta red. Yes, like Alpha red! Jesus, Liam!”

Liam blinked, still straddling Theo, shirt rumpled, hair a disaster from Theo’s hands. He looked like he’d just rolled out of a fever dream.

“They were really red?” he asked, genuinely baffled.

Theo didn’t answer. Just stared, heartbeat pounding, neck still throbbing from the bite. His brain had already sprinted fifteen steps ahead, making connections he didn’t want to make.

And Liam, sweet, stupid Liam, blinked again and said, “But… Scott’s alive.”

Theo let out a laugh that was more of a sound of disbelief than amusement. Bitter and sharp.

“Yeah. Scott’s alive. No one said you had to kill him to become an Alpha,” Theo said. “You just had to earn it. Which I guess you did. Somehow. Lucky you.”

Liam’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “That’s not—I can’t be a—”

“You can,” Theo said, voice flat. “Because you are.”

And then, softer, mostly to himself: “Of course it happens now. Great. Just—fuck me, right?”

Liam just kept staring at him. Puppy-eyed and confused. “Wait, but… that’s not bad, right?”

Theo turned his whole body to face him, staring like he was speaking another language.

“Is that bad?” he repeated. “Liam. You kissed me—which, great, amazing, ten out of ten, would definitely do again—but then you bit me. While your eyes were red. While your Alpha spark was activating or breaking through or doing whatever the hell it does when that kind of power decides to claim a body. ”

Liam blinked again. Still so baffled. Still gorgeous.

Still sitting on Theo like none of this was world-altering.

Theo huffed. “And because you’re apparently too stupid to realize what that means, let me spell it out for you.”

Liam tilted his head, still playing catch-up.

“You bit me,” Theo said. Slowly. “As an Alpha. Which means you gave me the bite.”

Liam’s brows furrowed. “Okay, but… you’ll heal, right?”

Theo just stared at him for a beat. 

Then pushed Liam off his lap—not violently, just enough to make him tumble back into the passenger seat like a startled kitten. Theo grabbed the steering wheel, gripping it like it might keep him grounded.

“You gave me the bite, Liam. As in the bite that turns humans into werewolves.”

“But you’re not human,” Liam said, confused.

Theo let out a strangled noise. “Correct. I’m not. I’m a freaky science experiment built by psychopaths who rewrote my DNA until I stopped making sense. So this bite? This could either A) finally make me a real werewolf—like, an actual beta with a normal biology—or B…”

He mimed an explosion with both hands. “Kill me. Painfully. Within twenty-four hours.”

Liam’s jaw dropped.

He turned, leaned toward the rearview mirror, and flashed his eyes.

Golden.

Theo watched him in stunned silence as Liam muttered, “Huh. Not red.”

“Oh my God,” Theo groaned, smacking the steering wheel. “Are you seriously more concerned with your eye color than the fact that you might’ve killed me, you absolute dumbass?!”

Liam turned back, guilty and wide-eyed. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know!”

Theo threw his hands up. “Of course you didn’t! No one plans to activate their Alpha spark during a makeout session in a grocery store parking lot!”

He dropped back in his seat, rubbing a hand down his face. “This is just my luck. I finally get to kiss the stupid boy I’ve been pining after like a lovesick loser for months—and what do I get? A bite. An accidental bite. So now I either become a real werewolf, which would be wild and kind of poetic, or I die in agony by sunrise. Awesome. Fantastic. Love that for me.”

Liam blinked. “Wait… you’ve been pining after me?”

Theo froze.

His head whipped around so fast it cracked his neck.

“You’re stuck on that part?!”

“I mean, yeah?” Liam said,still wide-eyed.  “You said it. Like out loud. Pining. That’s… a word. With meaning.”

“Are you kidding me?” Theo barked, voice pitching up in disbelief. “I just told you that you might’ve accidentally killed me and that’s what you’re latching onto?”

“You said you were into me.”

Theo shoved the key into the ignition and started the truck. “We’re going to Deaton. Right now. Before I either die or strangle you.”

Liam, still looking dazed and awestruck, murmured, “Pretty sure you moaned.”

“Pretty sure you’re gonna walk home,” Theo snapped.

“You kissed me back.”

“I was concussed by shock.”

“You grabbed my shirt.”

“You bit my neck!”

Liam grinned, completely unapologetic. “And you liked it.”

Theo growled, actually growled, pressing harder on the gas like he could outrun the last ten minutes. 

“I’m dying.”

“You’re probably not.”

“You don’t know that.”

Liam paused, then offered helpfully, “Hayden survived the bite.”

“Hayden didn’t have her inside rearranged by science-worshipping psychopaths with God complexes, Liam.”

“Oh.”

A beat.

“…Right.”

Silence settled between them. Heavy. The low hum of the tires on asphalt the only sound.

Then, softer this time, Liam asked, “…You really like me?”

Theo didn’t answer.

He just gripped the wheel tighter. And drove faster.

—

Luckily, Deaton was still at the clinic when they arrived—probably finishing a late-night check on the animals. HHe looked up as they burst through the side door, eyebrows lifting just slightly at the sight of them: Theo with a fresh bite on his neck, and Liam looking like he’d been kissed senseless.

“Long night?” Deaton asked, voice annoyingly calm.

Theo didn’t respond right away. He perched on the edge of the exam table, avoiding Liam’s gaze and launching into the facts—mostly. He explained that Liam’s eyes had turned red, that he’d been bitten, and that, given his, uh… unique biology, he had no idea what it meant.

He very deliberately left out the part where Liam had been in his lap and moaning like it was a deleted scene from a very different kind of movie.

Deaton listened, hands tucked in his coat pockets, expression unreadable in that Deaton way—but Theo didn’t miss the flicker of realization that crossed his face when he glanced between the bite mark and Liam.

He knew.

Of course he knew.

But he didn’t say a word.

Instead, he hummed thoughtfully and said, “If Liam’s eyes are golden again, then the spark hasn’t fully taken hold. Not yet. Which means the bite wasn’t… complete. Not like it would be from a full Alpha. You should be fine.”

“So I’m not going to die?” Theo asked, voice flat, eyes narrowed.

“I wouldn’t expect that, no,” Deaton said. “But just in case, you shouldn’t be alone tonight. If your body reacts… unexpectedly, I need someone there to call me.”

He said it like it was a simple medical recommendation. But the look he gave them was pointed. Very pointed.

“I’m not going to tell Scott. Or anyone else,” he added, more quietly. “I think you two can handle this. And I trust you,” he looked at Liam now, “to stay with him. Watch for any changes.”

Liam nodded immediately. “I will.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Fantastic. Bite someone once and suddenly you're assigned night duty.”

Deaton didn’t dignify that with a response. Just gave him a look that said, you’re not half as annoyed as you want me to believe, and disappeared down the hall, leaving them to see themselves out.

—-

Back in the truck, the silence was different now. Heavier. Not awkward—just charged.

Liam was watching him again. Quiet. Intent. Like he couldn’t help it.

Theo started the engine, eyes forward. “You’re still staring.”

“You still kissed me.”

Theo drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “This conversation again?”

“We didn’t finish it,” Liam said simply. “And Deaton didn’t say you’re dying, so… we’ve got time.”

Theo let out a long breath through his nose. “You’re really gonna make me do this, huh.”

Liam shrugged, a smile tugging at his mouth. “You did say you’ve been pining.”

“I was emotional. Possibly delirious. Also bleeding.”

“Doesn’t sound like a denial.”

Theo shot him a sharp look. “I kissed you back because you caught me off guard.”

“You slid your hands under my shirt.”

“I was verifying your abs were real and not a product of Photoshop and fragile masculinity.”

“Uh-huh. You literally offered your neck to me.”

Theo’s lips twitched. Just barely. “Well, you do get bitey when you’re turned on.”

Liam flushed immediately, a red tint blooming across his cheeks like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to fade or deepen. Theo’s eyes snapped to the subtle shift in color, noticed the way Liam’s scent spiked—nervous, warm, and laced with a very specific kind of tension.

He didn’t say anything.

But he filed it away like he always did. Neatly. Precisely. Something to unravel later. Like a gift.

Liam cleared his throat. “I wasn’t turned on, I was just—okay, maybe slightly. But I was literally in your lap, and you—”

Theo held up a hand. “You really don’t need to explain how my entire existence overwhelms your teenage hormonal brain.”

Liam made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a flustered wheeze.

Theo smirked, eyes back on the road. “You’re enjoying this.”

“I’ve had a crush on you since, like… probably since you tried to kill me, which is weird and possibly something for a therapist,” Liam admitted. “So yeah. I’m kinda enjoying this.”

Theo finally looked over..

Really looked.

And Liam wasn’t grinning now. He was just… open. Honest. 

“You like me,” Theo said, testing the weight of it aloud.

Liam nodded. “I do.”

Theo narrowed his eyes. “And you’re not freaking out over the fact that you might be becoming an Alpha and your first move was to bite me like some horny werewolf-vampire hybrid?”

Liam leaned in, grinning. “I mean... no. Because I didn’t kill you. And also? You kissed me back.”

Theo rolled his eyes and stared out the windshield. “I’m going to regret telling you anything.”

Liam’s smile turned soft again. “We could go back to your place.”

Theo gave him a sidelong glance. “If you’re expecting sex, I’m still mildly traumatized and may or may not be partially infected with supernatural venom.”

Liam choked slightly—just enough for Theo to glance back over and smirk. Because yeah, there it was again. That scent spike. That warm flush. Nervousness tinged with something distinctly not nervous.

“Relax,” Liam said, recovering with only a hint of a crack in his voice. “I meant hanging out. Watching a movie. Maybe couch cuddling. I’m not that much of a perv.”

“Sure you’re not,” Theo said smoothly. “You only dry-humped me in a grocery store parking lot.”

“You were into it.”

Theo didn’t deny that.

And Liam knew it. Which is why he was smirking again.

Theo refused to let him win this round. So instead, he said coolly, “I guess I can tolerate your presence for a few hours.”

“Hours?” Liam echoed. “I was planning to stay all night.”

“You’re a menace.”

“You’re soft for me.”

“Lies.”

“You keep looking at my mouth.”

Theo stepped on the gas. “Say one more word, and you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Liam was still grinning when they pulled into the lot outside Theos place.

—

Theo’s apartment was small—barely lived in, borderline minimalist, but clean. It

Liam walked in like he’d done it before, kicked off his shoes, and sprawled across the couch like it was his. 

Theo let him. 

Mostly because it was… weirdly nice, watching Liam fit so easily into the space that had always felt too quiet.

Theo tossed him a blanket, then dropped down beside him. Not close. Not touching.

Not until Liam shifted closer without asking and slung his leg lazily over Theo’s thigh.

And then it was over.

The second kiss happened somewhere in between bickering about which movie to put on and Liam mumbling, “You’re just stalling because you want me to kiss you again.”

Theo leaned in and kissed him just to shut him up.

It was slower this time. Less chaos. More control. 

Lips brushing over skin like they had all night to get there. 

Fingers skimming ribs, threading into hair, slipping under fabric.

Warm. 

Steady. 

Intentional.

Theo kissed like he’d been waiting for months, because he had.

And Liam kissed like he wanted it to last forever

They didn’t go further than kissing. They didn’t need to. 

Touches lingered. 

Breath mingled. 

They stayed tangled together on the couch under the blanket, skin pressed to skin in slow-burning silence. 

Liam fell asleep eventually, one arm flung over Theo’s chest like he was trying to keep him from going anywhere.

Theo didn’t sleep right away.

He stayed awake, listening to Liam’s heartbeat, feeling his breath on his collarbone. Trying not to think about how much this already felt like a memory. Like something he wanted to keep.

—

It was almost dawn when Liam stirred, face buried against Theo’s neck, voice gravel-soft.

“You know,” he mumbled, lips brushing skin, “you’re lucky.”

Theo blinked, still wrapped up in the feel of him. “Lucky?”

“Yeah,” Liam said, pressing a lazy kiss to the edge of Theo’s jaw. “You got kissed and bitten by me. And you were very into it, by the way.”

Theo huffed, shaking his head but smiling anyway.

“I almost died.”

“You didn’t.”

“You almost Alpha’d me to death in a truck.”

“You offered your neck.”

“You growled.”

“You moaned.”

Theo sighed and rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah,” he said, voice low and full of fondness. “Just my luck.”

[mblue-art]

once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)

[chococookiez]

today on pics that go really hard

[ghostyclay]

Currently OBSESSED with evil x, my favorite tropes are:

1. Hes not evil. Hes trying to be, but he really sucks at it

2. Hes the scapegoat. The forgotten brother. Hes the one who always got blamed for everything and never had a support system. He became the thing they were scared of out of self defense, out of desperation. He never had a choice. He never wanted this. But at least hes the one getting hurt and blamed for everything, not his brother. (or, alternatively: hes so angry at his brother for getting everything evil x ever wanted to have)

[reaviraa]

this is not a hot take whatsoever and I'm pretty sure more than half the fandom already thinks that way but I feel like even in a modern setting sirius and remus would be those people who mostly listen to 70s-80s music and listen to music on a record player.

I'm pretty sure they would have like thrifted walkmans and cd players still and they would go tape hunting™ trying to find tapes of the bands they love while people look at them weird because who tf listens to cassette tapes still at the year of 2020 somethings?

Apparently they do.

Like they would like new music too of course but I can clearly see them getting fussy about missing out on the "best era of music". (am I projecting? maybe.)

New music wise I feel like Sirius would LOVE Maneskin. ("Rock n Roll is back baby!!")

Maybe palaye royale if you squint idk about this one.

Remus would like Arctic Monkeys I think. (I saw someone saying he would like Snap Out Of It and its living rent free in my head ever since)

I would KILL for them listening to My Chemical Romance (imagine them blasting Destroya or Vampire Money in the car)

And no one can tell me sirius wouldn't just go feral singing along to "Mama"

Plus "You know what they do to guys like us in prison" reminds me of Remus for some reason.

I remember any other "modern" bands/artists to save my life rn but yeah you get the point thanks for listening to me ramble lmao.

Bonus: Marlene loves Paramore

[rorydrawsandwrites]

final opinions on the silly mr puzzles guy???? :3

He is Definitely a Guy Ever

Very tragic yet very dangerous. Delightfully theatrical and unhinged but if he were a real person I would NOT want him on the loose ever again his ass is dying in prison (if he even can)

Honestly I'm able to relate to the fact that he's such a critic hahah. I mean I agree with him professionals should have standards. So married to his own vision save for that one time that it's even messed things up for him on occasion. But he's definitely good at entertaining, seeing as he entertained me into liking him as a silly little guy despite all the war crimes. I'm sure that's what he would've wanted

Then again he still throws tantrums and stalks people and punches effigies and attempts mass murder and brainwashes people when things don't go his way and that's why he's a pathetic king. Like yass girl slay but also get yourself together

The shot with the "crane up" in the lowest point short as he lay in the trash can was satisfying for multiple reasons. Finally he's where he belongs /lh

I feel like I found this character at the right time because I've learned a little bit about filmmaking by now, camera movements and shot types and like the visual language of film, and it IS pretty fascinating stuff so I get his passion one hundred percent (also did you know that in the beginning of Creative Control the "who, what, when, where, why, and how" are the 5W + 1H that should be answered when delivering a piece of news. Like in press. Apparently it's also a general problem solving thing but I first learned about it in the context of news media. I felt so proud of myself for noticing)

I also like that he's eloquent and has only said fuck once, characters like that tend to be endearing to me. Also I get to use my purple prose vocabulary when thinking about their dialogue and possibly writing it down. I did already mention loving his VA, also loved his progressively growing collection of faces, and I think that twink of a man should be seductively grabbed by the waist at least once- wait who said that

On an slightly related note I can't see any potential for ships here with the main cast. I heard there was one with Mario? Uhh, welp. I don't see it. The only ship I'll ship is him and Firkász, she's already sucking on his staticky glass screen as we speak. Disgusting

I don't know what else to say tbh I think he rocked the fairy godmother fit. Silly ahh wings. He was such a pretty fairy

Anyway rest in containment Puzzles, genuine human connection could've fixed you. Also if you didn't treat people like toys 'till the very end. Your sadistic tendencies and stubborn disregard for your fellow beings made you all the more horrible and yet more tragic still, as you could've never even had what you most desperately needed. Because you couldn't change

[thefastestclockintheuniverse]

I am obsessed with this reaction from Vriska. This girl (acts as if she) has no shame. She's killed people and stands by it, aired out her whole getting-rejected-by-Tavros biz in a public forum, and it's making a typing quirk error that makes her blush? Incredible.

The other consideration, that maybe making a typing-quirk error is a huge faux-pas on Alternia is also fun to entertain.

[hermy-97]

Hi! I go by Hermy here! Status: Not as chronically online

(Note: I do not know who is the artist of my pfp. If you do, please let me know so I can credit the artist!)

My Links:

Linktree Art Blog Photography Portfolio

Main Blorbos: Rose Quartz, Zuko, Neuvillette

Current Active Fandoms: Avatar the Last Airbender, Steven Universe, Bungou Stray Dogs

Masterpost of Fandoms ^^I reblog whatever tf I want from these too, there's no pattern at all and im not obsessed with 1 thing at a time ever

My tags

#[fandom acronym] analysis #rambles #my sleep deprived brain #[character] or #[character] centric #vent

Art tags Check out my art blog instead!

(these are my old art tags that aren't deleted yet) #my art #crappy doodles -- #moot art <3

Old pinned post

Boring stuff about this blog underneath the cut

I don't have specific DNI's. I block/DNI anyone who's an asshole.

I don't always tag my queued reblogs/posts, in case it seems like I'm always active on this blog! I am sleep deprived and can only do the bare minimum. I've completely abandoned tagging reblogs, i might comment on stuff but I'm getting off social media in general so don't expect it.

Please check out my photography portfolio! It's mainly my portfolio of my best work for references and such, but if you could give it a follow, and drop some comments, feedback, questions and/or suggestions or anything else, that would be great!! <3

Trigger thing I might do: I call people "bro", "bruh", "dude", and "man" a lot as gender-neutral terms. However, I've learned that might be offending to some. If I do use a masculine term with you and you don't like it, please tell me and I will stop! I do not mean to be hurtful in any way.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

god, the post gig blues are hitting hard tonight 😩 time for a hot water bottle and yet another reread of @gasdancer’s joie de vivre i think

[sleepdeprived-idiotlol]

May occasionally rb suggestive stuff

ʰⁱ, ʰᵉˡˡᵒ!

꒰ঌ👁໒꒱

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

ᴳᵉⁿᵈᵉʳᶠᵃᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵃᶜᵉ

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

ᴵⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗˢ: ᶜᵃⁿⁿⁱᵇᵃˡⁱˢᵐ, ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ, ᵃʳᵗ, ᶠᵘʳʳⁱᵉˢ, ᵇᵘᵍˢ

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐˢ: ᵈˢᵐᵖ, ʰᵉʳᵐⁱᵗᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ, ᶜᵒˢ, ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ, ᵐᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ 

⁂☻𐬽☀︎♥︎𓂀☁︎

ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ⁱⁿᵇᵒˣᵉˢ!! ᴷᵉᵉᵖ ᵃ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ!! 

☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆

ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ᵖᵒˢᵗ / ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵇᵘᵍˢ, ˢᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ!!

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

ᵈⁿⁱ: ૧ᵘᵉᵉʳᵖʰᵒᵇᵉˢ, ʳᵃᶜⁱˢᵗˢ, ᵃⁿᵗⁱ ᶠᵘʳʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵗⁱ ᵗʰᵉʳⁱᵃⁿˢ, ʷⁱˡᵇᵘʳ / ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵉʳˢ, ᵖʳᵒˢʰⁱᵖᵖᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

ᴱˣᶜᵘˢᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵖᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ, ᴵ’ᵐ ᵈʸˢˡᵉˣⁱᶜ 

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

ᶠᵒˣ ᵗʰᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ and crow otherhearted (I think)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 👁 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇˡᵒᵍˢ! :

@astra-oc

@the-mimic-collective

@rose-mailbox

@deamon-mailbox

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺

ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ!

・┆✦ʚ☻ɞ✦ ┆・

ᴵⁿᵗʳᵒ ᵇʸ @mcshizzle-the-fire-boy (credits to them for finding pfp and banner too!!)

[allergictolife09]

I got so used to seeing bland and forced straight couples and much more complex and well written queer ships that now whenever I see a good quality straight ship my mind just goes "hmm gay"

[pixthefuckup]

i wanna talk about doomed by the narrative's equally sad companion, saved by the narrative. the narrative cannot let go of this person. it just literally will not let this person die. no matter what they go through or what they want, they have to keep going. they cannot stop.

imagine a duo of the two. one who wants to fight the odds so badly and succeed. hell, even living freely with basic needs fulfilled would be enough for them.

one who wants the odds to tip just once and have them rest. they would even take dying rather than staying on this path.

they're so jealous and yet so pitying of the other.

while one has hope, the other has despair.

while one has failure, the other has success.

they genuinely can't tell what's the difference between each other's fates besides status.