#{thread: fine by me}

[bikananjarrus]

haymitch carrying lou lou and hiding under a group of willow trees so the capitol can’t take her body right away, to years later, katniss singing the meadow song to a dying rue which starts with the line, “deep in the meadow, under the willow”

[hinamie]

wanted to practice some more intense angry expressions and what better excuse to further my agenda of giving megumi the emotional catharsis he deserves

[kakusu-shipping]

I've been working on a Thing for a while and it's starting to get tedious and I hate it, so I took a break today and drew the Cap Kiss from my own Self Insert Fanfiction because I need SOME kinda motivation.

Bonus Cap as soon as he's out of my line of sight as well <3

[cautiouslyyyoptimistic]

Still think about Mo Xuanyu from time to time. Like what the fuck. What a nothing burger. You learn little rumors here and there about him. That he's gay, mentally ill, harassed fellow disciples, had incestuous feelings for his brother, and was kicked out of his community because of it, ect.

And you think "wow, this novel about how bad rumors and mob mentality is is so interesting! Everyone has a different truer side to them that is hidden by public perception! Can't wait to learn the twist about the mentally ill incest pervert gay man who's body the protag is occupying! I bet it's a classic case of the guy being found out or thought of as gay, and then gross rumors like incest that caused him to be kicked out of his community was added on later. because historically queer people were oppressed and ostracized because they were seen as obscene, incestuous, pedophile perverts, ect by homophobes. Wait, what's that? We learn jack shit about him? All the rumors are never confirmed or denied 100 percent? Most likely everything we know about him is true? No canon typical empathy flashbacks? He's just... Not a character we need to think about?"

It makes me insane. Welcome to mdzs, we have gay people like wangxian and uhhhh *looks at smudged hand* More Xanax.

[supurman-a]

hi guys interest checker can yall like or comment if you vibe with me

[bones-n-bookles]

Just watched Viking Wolf (2022) and enjoyed it! It's Norwegian and not over the top gory, but still has a fair amount of gore. I like the werewolf design and concept, it's a one way transformation and retains the uncanny feeling even fully transformed. They use what is definitely a feline claw as a wolf claw early in the movie and that irks me!! But the creature itself is very neat. There's a puppy version at the beginning that I love??

The head shape of the grown werewolf is kinda funky but I like it, it's very Shaped and kinda reminds me of a cat in proportions

Teeth are... alright. Weird shaped for "a biologist said this is just a fucked up wolf" but not bad for a werewolf.

Theres a female werewolf in this, and I loveeee a female werewolf, AND there's a really nice sisterly bond in it that I quite enjoyed.

[firehandlerfred]

The villain dying at the end of a show?

Expected

The villain dying at the hands of his surrogate daughter?

Fucked up, exciting, love it

The villain dying at his daughter's hands AFTER PROVING HE WOULDN'T ABANDON HER?

Insane actually, peak fiction

[rejectkanojo]

I read up on why Gen Z men voted for Trump this election and turns out it is because women were mean to them

[darabeatha]

/ I feel like my current struggle when it comes to this blog (or any of my multis but specifically this one, bc with my j.ojo's I'm vibing) is that I do have the passion for my characters, but my attention is all over the place because I have too many interests, too many muses, and all my muses come from very different backgrounds where there's a lot of nuances and history and culture behind each of them that are miles apart; think of having to jump from greek mythology and all its pantheon of gods, to aztec mythology and its religion to then indian mythology to then Maya mythology, and then japanese history and etc etc and back and forth all the time while trying to keep it accurate to the muse's fictional story but offering these lil tidbits here and there of their backgrounds;; it's also why there are some cases where I have to go back and re-read a lot of stuff because I'm remembering only fractions (example; vlad III)

so in conclusion it's like;; for as much as I love history and love reading about it;; at the end of the day it's also a LOT of information that goes into each of my muses and the way I seek to portray them; which in some way, I'm also being a bit too perfectionist about it all (I am not an historian after all, nor do I seek to write accurate historical depictions either) hence why you probably can't see much writing in terms of threads and the such; lately I mostly just reblog a lot of stuff;; BUT YEAH- just some self reflection :thonks:

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

reddit really hates space babies, geez.

[ohhgingersnaps]

Tell me why EVERY brain cell leaves my body as soon as I try and talk to a cute boy

[rookflower]

if you guys think my love hate relationship with warrior cats as a fandom/piece of media is bad wait until you hear about my relationship with gorillaz

[angie-long-legs]

christmas starter for vox [ @hazbinned ]

A Christmas market was certainly not something one would expect to see in Hell. And yet, every year, Pentagram City played host to the demonic equivalent of such an event, held by a group of nostalgic sinners whose yearning for days gone by manifested in the recreation of earthly festivities. However, considering this was Hell, some vendors were a little less wholesome than a Christmas market typically called for. Slotted in amongst the usual tables of holiday-themed trinkets and knick-knacks were distinctly scummier-looking stalls, displaying everything from knock-off Fizz-bots to stolen VoxTek products; from used weapons to (hopefully unused) Lust-brand sex toys. The result was an unsettling amalgamation of genuine festive cheer and soulless, phoney cash-grabs. It was the black market on a white Christmas, polar opposites bleeding into one another to create their own unique shade of morally grey.

None of that particularly mattered to Angel - all he wanted was somewhere he could go incognito. Jam-packed with holiday-making sinners, it was easy for him to slip through the crowd unnoticed, especially with the addition of winter clothing. A pink and white striped scarf masked the lower half of his face, while a black woolly hat with a hot pink pom-pom atop it was pulled down to shield him from any potential gawking. Angel tugged his jacket around himself, shivering as the cold December air nipped at his rosy cheeks. At least, here, he could blend into the background. For once, he was invisible.

For once, he wanted to be.

What he didn't want was to return home to the hotel on Christmas Eve with smeared makeup and puffy eyes, the bright, cheerful joy of his friends snuffed out the instant Angel showed up damaged. They deserved to celebrate without having their good spirits marred by the porn star's sob story. The evidence of a particularly rough shift was a brutal reminder that neither he nor they needed: that his circumstances were no less dire during the season of giving.

Givin' me a fuckin' black eye, Angel thought with a bleak chuckle, puffs of chilly air forcing their way out from behind his scarf and clouding his vision. Morbid humour. Merry fucking Christmas.

As the frosty air disapated, a familiar face revealed itself to Angel from across the bustling street. An unmistakable TV-headed demon was hunched over a stall, and appeared to be inspecting its trove of treasures with intense focus. Angel frowned, side-stepping towards the Overlord before he could register what he was doing. He came here to be alone, after all, not chew the fat with the CEO of the very place he was desperately trying to forget about. So, why did he now find himself approaching him?

As always, it was curiosity. Just what exactly was Vox doing here? Had he been visited by a ghost who had encouraged an appreciation for small businesses, perhaps? Or was he here to cuss out the vendors selling stolen VoxTek products? Admittedly, the idea of an Overlord causing a scene in the middle of a Christmas market was pretty entertaining. Maybe the holiday spirit was alive, after all!

"So," Angel said breezily as he sidled up to the media demon, looking straight ahead at the market stall rather than at Vox himself. "Who's the unlucky sap ya waited until Christmas Eve ta buy a present for?"

With a quick sideways glance, Angel made certain that neither of the two rather recognisable demons had been clocked before he turned to acknowledge the other.

"Or is there some other reason yer hangin' around this overpriced junkyard in the freezin' cold, all by yerself?"

divider by @issysh3ll

[equalperson]

being the friend that's "too woke" fucking sucks because everyone else can talk about their political beliefs just fine, but the moment you say something, the conversation either dies or you get berated for it. god forbid you want to talk about any lesser-acknowledged type of discrimination (E.G. sanism, fatphobia, ageism, etc.)!!

[doux-amer]

And look, I know I'm focusing on fun fun fun fun fun, but it helped because uh, the things that have come out about Yoon Suk-yeol's coup attempt are frightening and frankly more insane than you can even imagine.

(Just to keep the record straight, the bit about the DPRK uniforms is complicated because it hasn't been confirmed but hasn't been debunked yet either: x. We'll know for sure once the investigation starts.)

[solifloris]

She keeps her window open, which is cute if a bit dangerous. And so it is easy with a little Evol, some determination, and a smirk to slip into her bedroom. The show is running. Lumiere's smile spreads further.

He starts dropping clothes, one after another across her bedroom floor, and reaches for the cracked bathroom door. It's like she's asking for him to show up, asking for it really. He pushes it open, smiles at the sight of her beneath the water, eyes closed, head tilted back into the stream.

So unobservant, but then, he's a hunter. He's very good at hunting. He closes the door with the flat of his hand, loud enough it makes an audible noise and gives her a shark's smile, "You didn't call today, Roxie. I was worried."

He doesn't sound worried as he steps further into the room, nothing on but the low hang of his black pants, and the necklace with her name on it around his throat. "Do you like worrying me? Do you like making me mad?"

The sound of the door is what slams her out of her reverie, nearly splashing around the bath in shock as she backs—as much as she can in such a small space—into the corner.

"X-Xavie—" Her words catch in her throat. Not Xavier. He doesn't have the same kind, gentle look she's used to; no, this one is more... primal. She feels like prey.

She swallows thickly. "Lumi... Lumiere?"

She's never felt as exposed as she is in this moment, the urge to flee eminent, but she stays frozen. She can't look away. And the fact is: there's nowhere to run.

"I'm sorry, I—! I didn't mean to! I just... I just forgot, it was busy, I— I-I don't mean to worry you, I swear! P-please don't be angry..."

[ SIGHS. @xavier-starlight