#(can you tell i'm normal about this?)

[fenkko]

happy birthday, childe! this 2 hour playlist is my love letter to childe... who along with scara has captivated me like no other character before

scara's playlist (which i haven't finished the cover art for yet) was pretty easy for me to make, but childe's was difficult for me because at the time not much of my favorite music really felt like it fit. i listened to a lot of new music, got into some new albums and bands, and built this playlist slowly over months.

it's themed around his devotion to his family and his god, his duties as a soldier, his vicious and selfish impulses. his future --  will the story of ajax be a tragedy, as was his namesake? will ajax ever return home?

i hope this playlist is interesting for you all and evokes something of this complex and interesting character. building this playlist inspired many of my own art pieces about him. (i've never made playlists like this before HAHA they've really done a number on me huh)

if you have any of these songs in your playlist too, or if you enjoyed anything here, or if you have any songs you'd like to share, please do 🥳 i really love talking about music

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[hitorox]

grimmy/casper emotes i've made so far! f2u, no credit needed but HIGHLY appreciated <3 check my bsky for more frequent uploads of newer emotes i'll most definitely make.

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[north-noire]

Redraw/retake of the ending scene in the TSE graphic novel, but I made it my AU versions because I just had to, it's so perfect for them. It's about time I actually make some kind of comic page about these two, so here you go! Enjoy.

1st page's colors (I know the colors were different in the graphic novel) are like that because it's inspired off from sun-faded images/photos.

[fox-guardian]

I’m sorry but . Your butch Celia is fucking everything to me I think . She’s so <3 the everything .

[ID: Digital drawings of Celia Ripley from The Magnus Protocol on a gray background. She is a slim, muscular Korean woman with pale skin, short black hair, dark brown eyes, dimples, body hair, and eyebags. In all drawings, she is wearing black rectangular glasses, and snakebite piercings, industrials, and x-shaped stud earrings, all gold. The top two drawings are of her in casual wear, with a light green t-shirt with the short sleeves cuffed, purple cuffed jeans, light green socks, dark green Doc Marten boots with gold laces, and a green belt with gold hardware. The upper left drawing is of her from the shoulders up, holding a purple mug with both hands and taking a sip while looking up, and to the right is a full-body of her sitting holding the mug with one hand and leaning slightly on the other, smiling at the viewer. There is a note that says "casual mode" pointing to both of them. The last drawing on the bottom left is much smaller and is of her wearing a light green button down, dark green trousers, light green socks, dress shoes, a belt, wrist cuffs, and shoulder holsters, all purple, and a black necktie. She is kneeling and aiming a golden pistol with a serious expression, and she has a second gold pistol in her other holster. This drawing is labelled as "spy!Celia theory/au" and "(I'm gay let me have this)" end ID]

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never apologize she is everything to me also <3

[brethilach]

"ohh thorin trusts Bilbo above his own family and kin because he just loves him sooo much because I think romantic love is superior to any other form of love" or maybe it was he was experiencing a severe episode of paranoid psychosis and he implicitly trusted Bilbo because he was the only person in the Company who didn't have any preexisting, longstanding loyalities to him (as a King or brother-in-arms or Family or otherwise) and followed him purely out his own desire to and he saw Bilbo stay by his side even after his contract had ended even though he knew how much he wanted to go home (and had every reason to at that point). maybe it was because he knew Bilbo would had nothing to gain by betraying him (re: no birthright to the crown, no desire for riches or property, etc). Maybe he believed he could confide into Bilbo because he felt like he wasn't responsible for his safety in the same way he felt responsible for his nephews or his kin (as their King), and he no longer need to mantain any sort of formalities or barriers with him (because Thorin is not. his. King).

sorry I just refuse to believe Thorin doesn't love his nephews as much as he loves Bilbo (someone who he'd only known for 6~ months at that point) and I think there's a lot of better ways to explain his behavior here

[thefortysecondolive]

Cannot express how much this line means to my little aro heart:

You, Edwin Payne, are my best mate. That’ll never change. You are the most important person in the world to me. And I can’t really say that, like, that I’m in love with you back, but there’s no one else, no one else, that I would go to Hell for. And we’ve got… we’ve got literally forever to figure out what the rest means.

Just. getting to see a non-romantic relationship be explicitly prioritized? that not every close and important relationship inevitably turns romantic and that's okay? getting to see that explicit acknowledgement that loving someone isn't always the same as being in love with them? and that the latter isn't automatically more or better or stronger?

[dailyhmsw]

loop 5

[sysig]

The familiarity is not very comforting (Patreon)

[brunetta6blog]

double baby

(collab with @anniilaugh)

[pixelatedquarter]

[lovebugism]

whatever you do, don't think about the core four sitting at the hellfire cafeteria table. or the core four meeting at eddie's picnic table. or about how dustin, specifically, is sitting in eddie's seat and wearing his club shirt despite it being rip to shreds. don't think about how eddie munson's still here even though he's gone- [distant screaming]

[misalsmistake]

they call him the water pillar for a reason ahahahaha 🌊🌊🌊🌊

giyuu throws his head back, residing in the soft material of your shirt. the sweat coating his face sinks into the fabric and you cringe at the moist feeling. your hand trails up to firmly grip his face, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror, forcing him to look at the way you furiously pump his cock with little remorse, the tip flushing a bright red. he lets out an audible whine, face transcending into a deep shade of pink. embarrassment soaring throughout his body, "look at yourself giyuu" your tone was honeyed, "don't you see how beautiful you look?" you flash him a wicked grin.

he parts his lips to respond with a subtle smack, but words die on his tongue. being replaced with a sultry moan as your thumb drags over his slit, his abs clench and his body convulses, signifying he was reaching his high.

"pa-pa-plea-" he chokes on his words "c-cumin' I'm--" he sputters incoherent words, "go ahead n'cum giyuu, you've been such a good boy for me" you praise, continuing to stroke him as he feverishly nods.

he spills into your palm, every muscle in his body clenching as he orgasms. he murmurs quiet "thank yous" once his climax subsides. you hum in contentment as he slumps against you, "you did a great job giyuu, so proud."

[tetheredbysin]

oh no please, hold the handshake just a bit longer, no rush

[ceaseless-watchers-special-girl]

ok cheers to @ephemeralgalaxies for bringing this HEARTBREAKING FUCKING PIECE OF INFORMATION TO MY ATTENTION.

HOLD THE FUCK UP.

HE'S TRYING TO TEAR A SHOCK NET. WITH HIS BARE FUCKING HANDS. BECAUSE HE CAN'T LOSE JUNO. HE CAN'T.

HE'S IN PAIN. HE'S GETTING SHOCKED TOO. REMEMBER THE PAIN JUNO DESCRIBED WHEN HE GOT SHOCKED? STRONG ENOUGH TO KNOCK HIM OUT, TO CUT THE RUBY IN HALF?

THAT'S WHAT NUREYEV IS TOUCHING. THAT'S WHAT HE'S FUCKING GRABBING WITH HIS BARE HANDS.

AND HE'S IN PAIN. BUT HE KEEPS PULLING.

HE KEEPS PULLING.

HE KEEPS PULLING.

AND HE DOESN'T LET GO UNTIL JUNO TELLS HIM TO.