#🖤 for you; the world

[saturdays--sun]

FALLS TO MY KNEES THEY PUT HIM IN A HAT

[tailsdollr]

[jethrowest]

i feel alone in my body; i feel a silence underneath…

- jaded by spiritbox

eva (the boys oc)/homelander

for @blindmagdalena 🖤

commissioned art (full sfw-ish piece at the end) by @thevanityofthefox 🖤

mdni! 18+! homelander is a warning altogether.

It’s enervating being close to someone like Homelander.

At first, it had been deliciously overstimulating receiving the tiniest speck of his energy. What he’s comprised of. Every single experiment performed on him; everything he’s destroyed and killed in the process.

It’s addictive to Eva. She can pour all of her pain into him, and, in return, taste the bottomless pit he is. This shining beacon of macabre hope.

He reminds her constantly that she needs him. While that holds significant weight, she can extract nourishment elsewhere if she chooses to, just as she had before knowing what he could mean to her.

She requires life to sustain her own. Such sustenance can come from plants, insects, animals, people, Supes; anything that has vitality.

This is simply another aspect for him to control, and she understands that. If Homelander can feel his essence masking any and everything else in her their his world, then he’s almost as satiated as she is.

However, sometimes, it drains her more than fills. It’s a conflicting phenomena within her body. Electric currents that repeatedly shock her into rejuvenation, into a power she can hardly describe with words, and then, a heavy affectation that bludgeons itself across something that normally consists of the rarest gold. Parasites and mold and all things ugly masking what shouldn’t have become so tainted.

Homelander’s shadow, as she calls it, is what usually ruins the intense pleasure she drowns in.

She’s uncertain what might have caused him to shift, but that particular darkness now enshrouds him, and she picks up on it straight away. The warmth emanating from him fades, replaced by a cold, eternal sickness.

Eva can absorb energy through her hands. If she concentrates enough, she can use her mind as well. But that requires a lot more than she can often give.

He’s demanding of her abilities, slipping ungloved fingers inside her nightgown. He grips her breast with fervor while his tongue flicks like a serpent’s, whispering the oldest of sins into her burning ear.

He coaxes her own unsheathed palms to take so he can see himself reflected inside her shapes, dips, curves, and colors. So he can become one with something outside of himself.

So he can be more than he’d been promised. Than he’d been conditioned to believe.

It’s not the first time he’s fucked her to experience even a fraction of what and who he is.

It’s lonely being the only one like him. The singular star at the top of the universe’s Christmas tree, separate from cookie-cutter tinsel and baubles.

It’s lonely being someone who is a reflection of all they’ve gorged on and buried within themselves. Homelander digs himself out as much as he can, causing a pain so deep, it’s beyond bones.

Gradually, Eva has become his mirror, and she’s lost herself within it.

dividers credit

writing tag

[mortifying-macaroni]

I present to you the one and only Ava Winters as part of an art trade with @diableriedoll 🖤

[ninadove]

Look. I love Shadybug’s outfit as much as the next gal, but I really don’t get all the hate for the original design all of a sudden.

It’s a superhero suit for a fourteen-year-old, that must combine a red canvas and black spots without making us want to rip our eyes out. It needs to remain practical, both in-show and to allow for the mass production of goodies. Of course it’s not going to be super flashy.

Another thing to consider: Ladybug’s suit was conceived as a basis for more complicated transformations. As such, it needed to be simple enough to allow for additions, while still being recognisable. We would not have gotten all these cool alternate designs (Yes! Even Shadybug herself!) without the original suit.

And from a meta point of view — the costumes are supposed to reflect the holders’ personalities and subconscious desires. Marinette never wanted to be a hero; I think we can forgive her for not putting that much effort into hers.

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Help Me Decide On An Idea! 💖

It's 2024 and I no longer wish to be a one-trick game dev lmao ^^; Help me decide on what visual novel idea I should consider in the future!!

Please note: 14DWY will still remain as my main focus and priority; this will just be a casual project for me to on the side to prevent burnout and tunnel visioning <3

(I may move posts like these to my main account (@cutiesigh) in the future since it's not inherently 14DWY-related!)

[endlich-allein]

Wiener Blut, Veltins-Arena, Gelsenkirchen, 26/31-07-2024 @ jan-xx8tx

[dichromaticdyke]

@slushybrained i owe you my entire life

[queenofadarkworld]

Jungkook - Weverse Live - 12/18/24

💜 Still With You 💜

(Video 1 of 4)

[saturdays--sun]

want to talk about childe but too tired to... instead just going to lay in bed and think of laying on his dumb chest or something

[the-nation-of-today]

Hi hello yes I’m a murderer please come to my barber shop so I can murder you please

[fullscoreshenanigans]

If I were greedy…

I spend a disproportionate amount of time appreciating the addition of these four simple words to the "I really wanted to develop these myself…" line in the manga side scene with how much insight they provide the audience into Ray's mindset during this arc.

Greedy people don't pull off successful escapes. Greedy people risk getting their friends killed. Greedy people end up losing everything.

(Chapter 181.1 | Chapter 4)

It's a layered message to Isabella as well.

You've known what I've wanted for a long time now. None of those three things have changed. You don't have to worry about me betraying you.

The way he looks at her when he says it, too; tries to make himself both nonthreatening to not invoke her ire or suspicion, yet aware enough to convey he can still competently complete his side of their agreement (along with a bit of pettiness, wanting to believe he has more control of the situation and not wanting to let it seem like she can pull a fast one on him. Knowing what's to come in less than 48 hours is heartbreaking), all while having the most subtle sad and tired tinge to his eyes and subdued grin to mask it.

(Because what if things were different for the two of them. For all of them.)

He already believes he's asking for so much, and yet…

(Chapter 181.1 | Chapter 93)

They're worth it.

[smoshidiot]

“Let’s do uhhh, a lifelong friendship!”

“…Okay! :D”

[sharpth1ng]

Why are you so goddamn interesting ?? Like you seem to know a lot about so much stuff, you write and answer asks with so much kindness and knowledge every time, it’s so nice to read you

I just wanted to tell you this 🫶

This is so fucking sweet? I mean I don’t think I’m all that interesting tbh, currently I’m an unemployed homebody with several mental illnesses lmao

In terms of the asks though, I think I’m just far enough into my 20s that I have a little experience with some of the stuff y’all send asks about. I’ve got a degree in psychology, I’m 6 or 7 years into my transition (depending on how you slice it), and I’m not a super functional human being but I can at least try to be kind and share the stuff I know that helps.

The internet and the world in general feels like a pretty harsh, judgmental place right now. We’re incentivized to fight each other because it drives clicks and we’re burnt-out from years of illness and conflict, so our fuses are short. I don’t want the small space I have here to feel like that, so I do my best to make it safe and judgment free.

I probably won’t always get it right, I’m a deeply flawed person and I’m still learning, but it’s nice to hear that the effort is appreciated 🖤

[8iunie]

maneskinofficial: Live, laugh, love, stream HONEY! 💋💋💋

Aaaaand thank you Nancy for the incredible show last night!! 🇫🇷💘 - 07.09.2023

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

I was listening to Hozier and I liked how "Sunlight" and "Wasteland, Baby!" worked together. So I wrote a little story about Dan and Phil and the very slow and deceptively normal end of the world.

Wasteland, Baby (I'm in love with you)

Rating: T • Words: 3,570

I've put the intro below:

The world ends on a Thursday. 

It also ended on Wednesday, and all the Tuesdays and Mondays and Sundays before that. It ends every day, every hour, every minute as time passes and another city drowns or burns without fanfare. Because the end of the world isn’t announced by angels with trumpets, or flesh-rotting zombies. Nor is it prefaced by gunshots and riots, burning cars and signal flares. People still go to work every day, because everything is remarkably normal, aside from the pervasive threat of death. The Earth’s demise is a slow and quiet one, as much as any apocalypse can be.  

The first time the world ended might have been yesterday, or it might have been a hundred years ago, depending on who you ask. Did it begin when Edison and Tesla squabbled over electric currents, a reflection of Prometheus’ sin? Did it begin with Oppenheimer, and Truman, and nuclear warfare which decimated cities with a single word? Perhaps the end of the world started with the invention of the car, or the computer, or of generative artificial intelligence; humans developing unsustainable technologies to propel them to wealth and efficiency at the expense of their children’s future. One might look instead toward corporate greed, at private jets and oil drilling. After all, they knew that there was never enough water to cool the computers, never enough trees to filter out the polluted air. 

Damp toes and ash-filled lungs were fine, most of the time. There had always been rain, and pollution, and natural disasters that menaced far flung corners of the globe for a five minute segment on the nightly news. For those who had the privilege to never question the airplanes above their heads or whether they could drink the water from the tap, the world first ended sometime around ten or twenty years ago. Somehow, the rise of fascism and malicious disinformation hadn’t been the breaking point - what was the truth if not a hollow vessel for one’s own political aims, after all? 

But it was hard to ignore the heat of the fires, even through rose-colored glasses. In California, there has always been a “fire season.” But for cities like Los Angeles, fire season had become the scorched earth of inferno season - a season which lasted not three, but ten months of the year - and the brushfire dry spells had taken up residence in New York instead. In London summers, the rain had all but dried up, adopting a heavily seasonal pattern that it hadn’t prepared for. There was grumbling about installing air con, but who would trade away warm and sunny days for that endless drizzle again?

Of course, mother nature was not one to forget her karmic tradeoffs - with every California fire came a flood to end it and more. And the floods were not just a balm for the burn, but an overwhelming monsoon season that oversaturated the soil, spilling out for weeks until there were no visible roads within fifty miles of any coastline. 

The coastline had experienced a makeover too; the sea did its fair share and rose to meet those parched cities. Amsterdam and New Orleans were inevitable casualties predicted well before a drop of rain had ever fallen and inspired no international mourning as such. New York, Hong Kong, London - the slick pavement instilled fear there for a moment, until the millions in residence bought taller boots. 

The world was burning, drowning, quaking, starving - but you weren’t. You, who turned on the TV once the power company fixed the wires after another blackout and saw how beautiful Norwegian summers had become. You, who watched the BBC interview a poor woman whose house had washed away in Brighton, reminding her that if she’d simply worked harder when she knew this day was inevitable, she would’ve had the money to move someplace nicer and rebuild her house. You, who laced up your rain boots in the winter and sloshed down to the supermarket for a pallet of plastic water bottles before they ran out. It wasn’t your fault that things flooded and burned for those less fortunate, it wasn’t your fault that thousands died every summer in a heat wave - who could stop the sun itself

The world was ending, and nobody else had tried to stop it before it was too late.