#[REDACTED] Dark

[qrowscant]

was i sweet once?

[tinyclowndancer]

Matthew Porretta on recording with Poets of the Fall:

Oh, they're amazing. These guys are so talented and such good guys. I was a little nervous going in and when they all showed up on the Zoom I was like (making a dumbfounded expression): Oh my god it's… you know… Hello gentlemen! And I've been listening to them - the lead singer did the demo, right? - so I'm hearing his voice throughout the whole thing and they were great and we had a lot of fun doing it. Especially the Jazz song, was just awesome, so much fun.

They change musical genres, and yet everything fits. It all fits. Everything is different and yet it works, absolutely works. And Ilkka is great in it, he's dancing all of it, just fantastic, and there's this little moment you kind of turn the corner and then it's like, you know (snapping fingers). So good!

Abhi Jha: Would you like to have a longer Jazz moment in that song? Would you think that would be even better?

Matt: I think the way, what I've seen how Remedy does, is they leave you wanting more, you know what I mean? If you have the extended of Dyna-Mite, you have the stuff, then you're satisfied. And you want people to… you know, don't give it all away, baby! So, things that are just a little bit are, I think, more powerful for sure. "Leave them wanting more", the old showbiz adage.

Thanks @judyalvqrez for the help figuring out the last part! ♥

Behind the Voice: Alan Wake Voice Actor Matthew Porretta on Alan Wake 2 & Control (X)

[tired-doc]

i woke up and the fucking creature is sat on my shelf across the room criss cross apple fuckin sauce just staring at me…

[ryuuna]

Figuring out pre-tadpole lobotomy durge design got me actin some sort of way hhHHH

[poedays]

Gavin having a spine tattoo

[cute-brainz]

freelancer + gavin

[sincerelywhistler]

DON’T BEHAVE.

GET THEIR ASSES, DARLIN.

[erisenyo]

For @zukki-week, technically still while the week is happening! For the Day 4 prompt "On the Throne", featuring everyone aware that they're in a relationship now, Zuko being all in, Sokka and Suki realizing it's their turn to catch up, Suki getting her turn in the middle, and throne sex.

[“Hey.” Zuko rolls onto his side, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart as he watches Suki rummaging for a clean-enough uniform. “You could—if you wanted, you could move some stuff in here?” He isn’t going to read into Suki dropping her pants in surprise.] OR, Sokka and Suki think they know what it’s like to date Zuko, seeing as they’ve been doing it for six years already. It turns out Zuko aware he’s in a relationship can still surprise them.

[strandedcrow]

wanted to make some design refs for myself of baby durge, cult leader durge, and assassin durge :]

[quinnhills]

https://www.washingtonpost.com/photography/2023/06/26/trans-visibility-photos/

[14dayswithyou]

I hope the translation is going well. English is not my native language. I want to ask Ren where his favorite place is. Like a park or a movie theater?

p.s. I love your art and gameplay and I look forward to more to come. Hello from Hawaii 🤍

✦゜ANSWERED: Thank you very much!! Translations have been put on hold for now, but once I'm happy with the writing for Day 1, I'll resume work on translations!

Ren's favourite place would be wherever Angel is! So the library, perhaps... Or his shrine that's dedicated to you.

[deeplyridiculouslyinlove]

Things Rand learns about Moiraine in the course of five minutes in 02 x 05:

She is from Cairhien.

Her family is RICH. Like marry the Queen rich.

She has a sister and a nephew.

That weird lady who told him the Hunt for the Horn isn’t real and how the rich people in Cairhien disdain the people in the Foregate is her sister.

(Maybe that she’s a Damodred, but I don’t think of Rand as a real history buff so idk if that will mean anything to him.)

She hasn’t seen her family in 20 years.

They don’t know Lan.

Things Rand knew about Moiraine before 02 x 05:

She once had trouble channeling when she was learning to be an Aes Sedai.

(Maybe that she is a lady from a fallen house - depends if he believed/remembered that comment she made to the whitecloaks.)

[mercymaker]

Well, she stings like she means it, she's mean and she's mine.

[inkcoveredpoet]

“You also have a smile that sets my heart on fire. And a light in your eyes that feels like home.”

-Avior

All images are from Pinterest! (Except for the middle one!)

The character (Avior) belongs to Redacted Audio on YouTube!

[righteous-r0de0]

and what if i were to say that gabriel shaw was hawaiian? what then? i don’t care if it doesn’t make sense in the canon universe it makes sense to me

and mrs shaw was in hawaii for school? perhaps veterinary school? and she finds an injured dog (wolf) and nurses it back to health? what then??

doggy (wolfy) meet cute???????

sorry i had a lot of half coherent thoughts about gabe and mrs shaw before i woke up this morning

[dominimoonbeam]

New Rule

I've still got some asks in my inbox and a bunch of ideas rolling around, but this one is another mugging fic. I've already got the Gavin/FL home invasion fic and the Angel mugged fic. I think I'm working my way to a whole series of them...

This one is Damien/Huxley getting mugged by unempowered humans. <3 <3

tw: mugging, established relationship, banter during danger, cute dark?

New Rule

Damien wasn’t sure what he was watching, his gaze flicking between his boyfriend and the strangers in front of them.

Huxley was using his slow calm voice, his hands up.

The two unempowered humans were practically yelling, their energy on the opposite end of the spectrum and one of them holding a gun. A gun! It waved between Huxley and Damien.

“Okay, dude. No worries,” Huxley said, subtly stepping to the side. At first Damien thought he was just trying to get closer to him, but then he realized he was standing in front of him. What the absolute hell was going on?

“Give us your fucking phones!”

Huxley nodded. “Sure, buddy.” He slowly pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Are you joking?” Damien asked. It was like he’d walked into a parallel dimensions. This could not be real!

“Dames…” Huxley said gently, not sounding worried really. It was the tone he used when he thought Damien should be nicer to people. But these were criminals! Human criminals aiming to mug them, two empowered humans.

Huxley started to hold his phone out and the second guy, the one without a gun, leaned out to snatch it.

"No!" Damien snapped, taking it first and shooting the human a reproachful glare.

Huxley turned sideways to look at Damien, one eyebrow raised pleadingly. “Dames…”

“Don’t Dames me! Why are you handing him your phone?”

“Hey meathead!” The one with the gun shouted, jabbing his gun in Huxley’s direction again. Oh, Damien was getting real fucking sick of that.

The temperature in the alley was rising. Damien knew it only because the humans were sweating.

“They probably need it more than we do. It’s okay,” Huxley said. “I’ll get a new one.”

“That’s not the point!”

The mugger took a step closer. “Give me your fucking shit or else—”

“Or else what?” Damien yelled back, really asking, outraged that this stranger was really threatening them—threatening Huxley.

Huxley put a hand on his side, seeming to have forgotten the muggers. “It’s okay,” he said again, trying to soothe him. “They don’t know better.”

“Fuck you!” the guy without the gun snapped over the shoulder of the one with the gun.

Damien glared at him. “You better watch that mouth…” he warned, watching heat bring out a bright red across the human’s skin.

“Dames… Let’s just let them go, okay?” Huxley smiled at him.

“Are you insane? I’m the one with the gun here,” the other human yelled, another step closer, that arm still out and his weapon pointed at Huxley.

“Covert, babe,” Huxley reminded gently.

Damien stared back at his boyfriend, trying really hard to let it go, to not let that absolute outrage of this stranger threatening his person…pulling a weapon on his person…ignite that inferno in his chest. When Huxley gently tugged his phone out of Damien’s hand, Damien let it go. He held Huxley’s gaze so as not to watch him toss it to the strangers. He held his gaze when he pulled out his wallet and tossed it too, all the while looking serene as ever.

“Now the rich boy’s shit too,” the guy with the gun said.

Huxley huffed a breath and broke eye contact to look at the stranger. “Buddy, you really have to walk away with the win before this goes to shit…”

The stranger shook his head and lunged forward, reaching out with his free hand to shove at Huxley’s chest.

He didn’t make contact though.

Damien was trying, he really was, but this was asking too much.

His magic rippled out when he pushed a shield around them, rebuffing that hand before it could touch Huxley. His Huxley. No. Abso-fucking-lutely not.

The guy stumbled back a step, face wrinkling in confusion.

Huxley exhaled a shallow laugh. “Just go, man.” When they didn’t, he added, “Do you feel your sneakers melting into the asphalt? It’s not the summer, dude. Time to run.”

Damien looked up at Huxley again. “You think I can handle giving them your stuff but not my own?”

Huxley’s expression softened. “That’s not what I meant…”

Damien’s heart squeezed. No, of course it wasn’t. “Oh.” He was okay handing his own stuff over, yes, but even Huxley had limits to his kindness.

The stranger reached for them again but not for Huxley this time. He aimed to grab at Damien’s shoulder, to pull him away or turn him maybe. He clearly didn’t like how casually they were taking this whole situation.

But Damien wasn’t looking at the situation anymore, he was looking at his partner and that soft expression of his when he’s trying to make Damien understand him when he’s not sure how to put it into words himself. And then that open, kind expression changed when the stranger reached for Damien.

He hadn’t seen Huxley look that serious, or that angry, since the inversion. The ground rolled, not exactly underfoot but outward from them, rolling the two guys off their feet, cracking the asphalt and toppling a garbage bin. Car alarms went off on the street and Huxley winced, turning to look at the humans he’d knocked over.

“Look at that, we broke covert,” Damien said, stepping over a deep crack in the ground to walk over to the muggers.

Huxley swore.

Damien rolled his hand at his side and heated the gun in the man’s hand until it glowed and he screamed, letting it go.

“Dames…”

He bent and picked up his boyfriend’s phone and wallet, pausing to shoot the confused and scared human one last warning glare. “Tell anyone about this, and I’ll find you.”

Huxley groaned. “Damien, really…”

He walked back to his partner and put his phone and wallet back into his pockets, where they belonged. “Okay, new rule.”

Huxley sighed, looking worried about the mess they’d made.

Weirdly, Damien couldn’t care less about covert. He took his hand and started walking again. This was a mess that could easily be fixed, but he doubted it needed to be. “New rule,” he said again when they turned a corner. “No letting things happen to you, that you wouldn’t let happen to me.”

Huxley squeezed his hand gently. “Damien…”

Damien shook his head. “It’s a rule, okay? I don’t care if they’re unempowered. I’ll memory wipe them myself if I have to.”

Huxley glanced back toward the mouth of that dark alley. “Do you think we need to?”

Damien scoffed. “No.” He curled an arm around his boyfriend’s waist, tugging him against his side as they walked and enjoying the weight of his arm settling over his shoulders. It was a step closer to forgetting the sight of that gun pointed at him.

“You’re still warm…” Huxley pointed out.

“Yeah.”

“Wanna go skinny dipping in the river?”

Damien almost tripped over his own steps. “What?”

Huxley smiled and shrugged innocently. “You know. To cool off.”

Damien laughed darkly, knowing that if he got Huxley naked it would not help him cool off, no matter how cold the river was tonight. And Hux definitely knew it too. “Yeah. Okay,” he agreed, more than willing to pretend it would.