#( mercy ; inspo )

[mildarka]

animation usually isn't my thing but i spent like 4hrs on these and had a blast! :]

[midnightcrows]

Second & Seventh to serve the King Undying

[rosietherivendell]

The scene where Morfin is killed is so well done. There is so much happening all at once but it never feels busy and it packs such a punch. You've got Morfin, a man who is in so much pain that he is begging to be killed and when the others refuse he uses what little strength he has left and forces their hand. You've got Crozier, all calm and cool and keeping control over the crew. Fitzjames, once again watching Crozier hold the mantle of Captain in a way he would have thought impossible at the start of the expedition. Goodsir begging Morfin to let him help ease his pain. Silna watching Goodsir. And of course Tozer getting into position with his rifle. And all the while everyone is dead silent except for Neptune barking his head off in the background. But then there's Hickey. He turns away from Morfin and the crowd and walks away through the tents. And while you're absorbing everything else that's happening you think yeah of course he's walking away he did that with David Young too you think yeah that's his typical coldness...and then Morfin is shot and killed and you realize...Neptune has stopped barking.

[inafieldofdaisies]

Hysteria! (2024—) | Jessica Treska as Judith Sanders

[lemons-pears]

hero? don't make me laugh, old man

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inspired by a post by @toastthewolfie

apologies❗ honestly, i wanted to render this further, but my rendering skills went downhill after round three of attempting water. consider this a work in progress. still, thank you so much for the inspiration 😁❗GOTTA LOVE MOUTHWASHING-

alternate versions under the cut because i'm indecisive-❗

[howifeltabouthim]

'Your thoughts about me are so important. You know how someone else's consciousness could drive one mad? Yours could drive me mad.'

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[flameohotfamily]

in honor of the new the little mermaid adaptation (haven’t seen it yet), here are some of my old mermaiko headcanons:

when the little merman zuko swims to the shore to see humans, he gets captured in the net by fishmen. since people already have seen him several times near the shore and ships, he’s already known as the devil of the sea and the blue spirit because of his blue tail. townspeople come to see the freaky fish before selling him, so does mai. when she sees the desperation and tears in creature’s eyes, she thinks that he’s not scary, he’s scared. he’s just like her - captured and unfree. at the midnight she gets close to the docks (even though she’s afraid he would eat her) and cuts the net with her knife. 

mai comes from a noble family and lives with a strict mother that wants to marry her to an older rich man. to get at least some sort of freedom, she runs away every night and walks near the rocks. that’s where she finds the blue spirit again. she also finds out that the creature can speak and has no intention to eat her. they talk all night.

mai sneaks out every night to see zuko. one night he tells her that it’s his dream to have legs and to be a human. mai tells him, “don’t be a fool! they caught you once already!”. she tells him that the human’s world is cruel and evil, that they don’t accept even other humans that are different, not to mention ocean creatures. zuko says that in the ocean everything is even worse since his father ozai had become the ruler of the oceans.

once before the sunrise he whispers that everyone from home hates him and he’s incredibly alone. that’s why he swam to the shore... to see people, to hear their music, to see their dances and joy, to hear them laughing.

once he brings her a seashell, “i saw it and i thought it was pretty”, “don’t human girls like stuff like this?”

he makes her a necklace from natural sea pearls. when her mother notices it she assumes that’s the present from mai’s fiance. 

mai shares with him her story and desires to escape from her mother and that awful marriage of convenience. zuko tells her that he heard old stories about people who became merpeople and there are ways to do it. but even if they could make it, she has no right to interact with zuko in the ocean because he’s a banished prince. everyone who speaks with him or interacts with him in any way is considered as a traitor. 

and mai sighs and says, “so what’s the point to be a part of the sea if i cannot be a part of your world?”

basically they both are torn between two worlds but don’t belong to any. 

[victusinveritas]

[biotic-raptorian-angel]

Gifts

Angela Ziegler stirred awake slowly, the faint glow of morning light filtering through the curtains of Moira’s flat. The night before had been quiet and intimate, the two of them sitting by the fire with glasses of wine, sharing stories and rare glimpses of vulnerability. Angela had fallen asleep curled against Moira’s side, lulled by the rhythmic sound of her breathing and the faint crackle of the fireplace.

She stretched slightly, her fingers brushing over the cool spot on the bed where Moira had been. Frowning, she opened her eyes half lidded to find herself alone before sleep took its hold once again.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Moira stood at the stove, clad in a loose sweater and a pair of casual black pants, her usually sharp features softened by the relaxed morning. She moved with purpose but uncharacteristic care, flipping pancakes and stirring a pan of scrambled eggs. A pot of coffee brewed on the counter, its rich aroma filling the room alongside the scent of roasted potatoes.

At her feet sat Maddox, her Doberman, watching her every move with quiet anticipation.

“Not yet,” Moira murmured to him, her voice low but affectionate. She gave him a small piece of potato, which he took delicately before wagging his tail. “You’ll get your turn soon.”

The table was already set, adorned with simple yet elegant plates and a sprig of holly Angela had brought with her the night before. Moira glanced over at the small tree in the corner of the room, its modest decorations glowing softly. Beneath it sat a few neatly wrapped gifts, their presence almost startling in Moira’s typically austere space.

With everything in place, she knelt beside Maddox, scratching behind his ears. “Go wake her up,” she said softly, a rare smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Maddox needed no further prompting. He trotted off toward the bedroom, tail wagging as he nosed the slightly ajar door open.

Angela woke to the sensation of warm, enthusiastic nudges and the sound of an excited huff.

“Maddox,” she mumbled, blinking as the dog jumped onto the edge of the bed, his tail thumping against the sheets. He licked her cheek, and she laughed, sitting up and wrapping her arms around him. “Okay, okay, I’m up!”

The smell of breakfast reached her then, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She glanced toward the bedroom door, her heart warming at the thought of Moira in the kitchen. Sliding out of bed, she followed Maddox, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

When she stepped into the living room, Angela froze, her lips parting in surprise.

The little tree in the corner, which had been bare when she arrived, now had a few gifts nestled beneath it, their wrapping precise and understated. The table was laden with breakfast—golden pancakes stacked high, fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy potatoes, and a carafe of fresh coffee. Moira stood by the stove, plating the last of the food, her sharp golden eyes lifting to meet Angela’s.

“Good morning,” Moira said, her voice low but warm. “You’re up just in time.”

Angela pressed a hand to her chest, her smile soft and genuine. “Moira... this is incredible. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to,” Moira replied, walking over and setting the plate on the table. “I never have company for the holidays...So I wanted to make it special.”

Angela’s heart ached at the subtle vulnerability in Moira’s tone. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Moira’s waist and leaning her head against her shoulder. “Thank you. This is the best Christmas morning I could ask for.”

Moira hesitated for only a moment before relaxing into the embrace, resting her hand lightly on Angela’s back. “You should eat before it gets cold.”

Angela pulled back, her eyes bright as she took Moira’s hand and led her to the table.

As they ate, laughter filled the small flat, their conversation ranging from teasing remarks about Maddox’s antics to reminiscing about Christmases past. Angela couldn’t help but marvel at how natural it felt to be here with Moira, to see the softer sides of her that few were allowed to witness.

When the plates were cleared and the coffee poured, Angela knelt by the tree, picking up one of the gifts with her name written in Moira’s elegant handwriting.

“You didn’t,” Angela said, her voice tinged with surprise and delight.

“I did,” Moira replied, sipping her coffee. “Though don’t expect anything extravagant.”

Angela opened the package carefully, her eyes lighting up as she pulled out a leather-bound journal embossed with delicate gold details. “It’s beautiful,” she said, running her fingers over the cover.

“I know you sketch your garden flowers, so I thought this'd be better than your old sketchbook.” Moira said, her tone casual, though her eyes flickered with a hint of nervousness.

Angela looked up, her gaze filled with affection. “I love it. Thank you.”

She set the journal aside and leaned over to kiss Moira’s cheek, her lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Moira turned her head slightly, their eyes meeting before Angela pressed another kiss, this time to her lips, soft and lingering.

When they pulled apart, Angela smiled, her voice soft. “Merry Christmas, Moira.”

Moira’s lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. “Merry Christmas, Angela.”

Maddox barked from his spot by the fire, as if to punctuate the moment. Laughter bubbled up between them, filling the flat with warmth and love that no winter chill could touch.

[wexhappyxfew]

why hello friends - since my last post a few days ago, i’ve seen finally gotten to thanksgiving break AND am nearly done all applications for grad school! and with my brain having time to actually ya know…breathe, i’ve rekindled my excitement with ATTDC for band of brothers….not sure if i still have people interests in that (or remember that fic lmao) but i have some good ideas and some of what i’ve written but yet to publish just really makes me happy i wrote it so…more of that in the future :)

[imasradiantasthesun]

Ez’s Hunger Games aesthetics, part 8: Victors of the 60s (part 2 of 3)

Cashmere Davenport of District 1, Victor of the 63rd Games

Gloss Davenport of District 1, Victor of the 64th Games

Finnick Odair of District 4, Victor of the 65th Games

Crystal Michaels of District 1, Victor of the 66th Games

[moe-broey]

The only thing that's stopping me from making one for Sharena is the fact that I think I hit a limit to how many blogs you can have??? Huh. Whoops! Also paranoid about deleting anything. So I'd just have to strip an existing one and tbh I don't know how committed I am to that. We'll see.

[arylleth]

Like a child, I flinch at violence, wherever I find it. Even when I'm the seed. Even when I'm the sacrifice.

Yves Olade, “Mercy” from Slaughterhouse (𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢).

[haveihitanerve]

The Light On My Horizon-

Central Park was beautiful this time of day. It was always beautiful, honestly. But there was just something about sunrise that made it extra so. Gregor knew, logically, that he shouldn't do it. Go there. But it was peaceful this early in the morning. Serene. The world was just barely waking, the birds had just started to sing, and a calm, peaceful feeling seemed to wrap around him as he walked from his apartment to the Park, choosing the same bench every time. It had the perfect angle to watch the sunrise. He didn't know why he did it, exactly. It had started a few weeks after he had left the Underland for the last time. The nightmares had been awful, pulling him from sleep violently. He barely slept. It had been the third week, the nineteenth day to be exact, when he had gotten up and looked out the window for the first time. Instead of going to the kitchen like he had before, sitting at the table with a glass of water he never drank, staring at nothing until the rest of the household awoke. He had looked out the window and spotted the sunrise, bathing Central Park in an array of oranges and reds and yellows. Fiery colors streaking across the sky. He had stood there, transfixed, for two hours. And just watched the sun rise. He had done the same thing the next day. Just sat there, cross legged, on his sorry excuse for a bed, and watched the sunrise. On the twenty seventh day he had left the apartment and walked across the street to the bench. He had done it ever since. It was routine. Maybe because it connected him to nature, maybe because it seemed like the sort of thing Ripred would do, maybe because it was the sort of thing he had always taken for granted and knew Ares and Luxa and Aurora would have been awed by. Whatever the reason, Gregor had done it every morning, without fail. There had been a time where Gregor had been jealous of Ripreds ability to fall asleep and wake up on command. Now he did it himself. He knew he wasn't alone. But they never acknowledged each other. It was okay. Good, even. Gregor knew he wouldn't be able to go through a goodbye twice. The sunrise symbolized something. What, he wasn't sure. He just knew it meant something to him. That it was important. That it was the light at the end of the tunnel. His only hope. The Light On His Horizon. 

[inafieldofdaisies]

Character Inspiration | Mercedes "Mercy" Sibley | ♡

— Know that I'm coming to get you, 'cause game recognizes game. By the way, what's her name?

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[amberedcorpse]

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