#Forgive me for taking forever

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[thatdeadaquarius]

the pspspsps effectively got me. Im in. You’ve got me hooked. Now I present the new idea I just got for the language barrier au. You know how the genshin names have different meanings in different language like how Ei apparently means egg in german? Imagine speaking in another language/you native language and one of the words sounds really similar to one of the character’s names or just straight up is their name, so they ask why you call them but you’re not calling that character but are actually saying smth else like egg.

I think i talked abt this sometime ago in 2023 masterpost, so i felt more inclined to share some shitty art of how i imagine these moments go instead lmao

(it should be very assumed atp that i am so so SO sorry i took forever to reply!! /gen)

sorry its just my art 😅

Safe Travels Anon,

💀♒

I feel bad tagging ppl for smth kinda small?? and its just my art not even a writing blurb - srry guys just thought smth better than nothing, more to come!

♡the beloveds♡

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@kiyomi-uchiha777

[tiredandoptimistic]

I'm thinking thoughts about Agent Curt Mega today. Specifically him at the end of Doing This, when Tatiana ends their kiss. I highly doubt that he's ever come out to anyone other than the men he's slept with, and he's still too afraid to say it out loud. But it's not just that he explains through a euphemism ("you're not my type"), it's that when Tatiana tries to say it more plainly he cuts her off ("so you're into-" "yeah"), because he can't even handle hearing it from her. He is fully expecting her to hate him for being gay, and when she doesn't, and just continues the conversation as normally as she can, even saying she still wants to be his friend, he is blown away by positive emotions because this man has probably never had a real friend before. It's just so.

What I love about the ending of the musical, when Curt kills Owen, is that he realizes that he deserves better. He realizes that his relationship with Owen isn't worth fighting for, and that his friendships with Barb and Tatiana are. And that's really meaningful to me, seeing platonic love held up as a happy ending and romantic love acknowledged as fallible.

[heavenly-iulie]

luxendarc miku

[mukuberry]

"King of the masquerade"

I've seen quite a few people use this phrase as 'proof' that Kazui is secretly egotistical or proud of what he's done, so this post will be me breaking apart what I think he actually means

A king is the male ruler of a country, or in this case, the man who rules over the masquerade that Kazui lives by. A good king is strong, commanding, dominanting, someone who leads others and protects everyone within his kingdom. Someone who is respected and admired by all and feared by those who challenge him or threaten those he protects. In other words- a king is the height of masculinity. A strong provider.

Kazui is someone who, on the inside, has failed to become the ideal masculine man. On the inside, he priorities his emotional safety above others, he's timid and weak, he's manipulative to those closest to him, and he wants to be cared for rather than being the one who cares. Unfortunately for him, he isn't allowed to be anything other than the 'perfect man'. Even before he was born, he's had the expectation of being a strong man forces upon him, regardless of what he truly wants or needs. He isn't naturally manipulative, but has had to become so to protect himself. He lies and 'follows' the ideal of masculinity (the king) until he can become it himself- even though it's something he can never truly become.

But he's not just following the king in order to become like him, he's following him to get the king's protection. As said before, a king rules over and protects all those under him. A good king will look after his citizens, and as long as Kazui is under him, Kazui is given the safety he isn't allowed in his normal life. Kazui isn't just following any king, but the king of the masquerade- as long as Kazui lives under a mask, he is granted protection. He's only allowed to be safe if he hides behind a performance of masculinity. Kazui said it best himself, lies are "ways to live without getting hurt", and he will "lie until it gets better".

Even if the things I've just mentioned weren't true, even if they were Kazui flexing his ego or something similar, it wouldn't matter. I can't subscribe to the idea that this man is proud of what he's done because more than anything, what Kazui wants so deeply, is to be freed of his lies. To stop following the king.

Kazui is a man who has been torn between two desires his entire life- the desire to be safe, and the desire to be accepted as his true self. He cannot have both, if he wants to be safe he has to hide who he is, and if he wants to be true to himself, he has to put himself at risk. It's only after 39 years that he's finally made his choice to try and live as himself, but he can't just quit lying as he pleases. Dropping his mask means tearing down the kingdom walls and exposing himself to pain. He would have to live without the king's protection for the first time in his life and he is rightfully terrified to do so, he needs to be given patience and help in order to live freely.

TLDR: Kazui hides behind the masculine ideal. This isn't something he wants to do, but feels it's the only way he can be safe.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Hi. I've calmed down a bit, and I think it's better if I just take a break from Tumblr for a while. Right now, I don't feel the fandom to be the same chill and safe space as I felt it to be, so I'd rather take some time until I can feel comfortable again with posting. All my side blogs will be on hiatus too. I'm terribly sorry for any discomfort this may cause.

A deep, wholehearted thank you to anyone who reached out in the last hours in replies, asks and dms to share their support and love. Seriously, you can't imagine how much it meant to me, how meaningful every single message I got was to me. Yesterday I was really believing my blog didn't bring anything but negativity and hatred to the community; thank you for reaching out to tell me I was able to share a little happiness, too. Words cannot express how indebted I am to you; you made me feel again like the posting I made on my blog was worth it, for you alone.

I don't think I'll deactivate for the time being. The temptation is still very strong, but I've poured so much time and dedication and love on this blog, I don't think it'd be fair to delete it. I hope in the future there'll still be people who my posts can make happy.

Lastly, I want to apologize once again to the people for whom my posts evoked so many negative sentiments. I know it's impossible to avoid, but I'm still sorry that happened. I apologize to you.

Please, be kind to each other. Make some ss/kk posts on my behalf while I'm away :)

[thousandyearphantombunker]

"women need to be meaner! Men shouldn't dictate a girls boundaries"

You couldn't handle Connie Maheswaran setting healthy (and much-needed) boundaries with her best friend. You freaking called her toxic and abusive. While season 3 of Amphibia is a hot mess Sasha Waybright being upset with Marcy isn't the problem! It makes sense she'd be pissed that she found out her friend borderline kidnapped her! Even if she can be read as kind of hypocritical, I think she has every reason to be upset! She's like what 14 at the oldest? In a terrifying situation?

It's always "set healthy boundaries" until they set boundaries with your favorite baby and don't spend 100% of their time supporting them/don't forgive their friends for their actions that hurt others

I'm sorry that Steven is your woobie child and Marcy is your comfort character but Connie and Sasha have a right to their feelings and a right to focus on their needs! It's always 'don't feel guilty about focusing on your needs' except not really because apparently focusing on yourself is actually selfish and it's morally wrong to feel certain ways about people! Connie isn't toxic- she acted really mature about the whole situation and while Sasha definitely is toxic- I think she has the right to be mad her friend borderline kidnapped her and broke her trust.

I am a firm believer in setting healthy boundaries and never letting anyone decide your boundaries for you especially when it comes to being supportive. Even if the person you are helping is a good person going through a rough patch you should still have boundaries with them- you can be supportive if you want but you should be your main priority in the need and as callous as it sounds it's not mandatory to give support to everyone especially if your being worn thin

[fortjester]

the prevalence of "yes or no" in The Locked Tomb Series

bonus!:

[everettes-requiem]

We hope you don't mind us talking to you.

[You jump in fright. That's- What is this creature doing here? At this hour? Goodness.. That thing utterly gives you the dreadful vibes, as if it knew everything that happened. Especially what happened today.]

Oh, Ainsworth.. We met, finally. You are second to Norman Alexander in terms of.. influence. But that doesn't matter, now, doesn't it? You do hate him afterall.

Now, we'll cut to the chase. You don't seem to mind to have a bit of.. company, do you? Or do you not like people seeing through your stupid mask you put up all this time?

the forest was never a place of comfort on everette’s behalf. the trees were ever changing it felt like, it made even him feel a bit uneasy. the fact the sun was settling did not help and after what happened today, the forest held emotions that he’d rather not settle in his bitter heart. he never knew how some of the others practically seemed to live in it. it felt, unnatural, despite it being nature itself

perhaps some noise would be of comfort for once? no, save for the wind rustling the foilage and the sound of soft dirt underneath everette’s feet, it was quiet. though, as time went on, there was a faint chant going on in the far distance. “kill the pig, cut her throat, spill her blood” is what he could make out the words to be. over and over it was spoken, in perfect unison. the choir, only they had the capability to capture unity even in the most unstable and savage of words. they were no longer a choir now though, the hunters as they were now referred to, as they now acted as. everette saw them as nothing of the sort, to him they would always be merridew and his pathetic little followers, just this time they had on ugly hunter's paint. they were trying to hunt pig as they always do, stupid and foolish. they would never be able to catch one, at least that’s the belief everette held onto.

but, as suddenly as everette caught onto the mantra, it was drowned out by another. a collection of buzzing. now, flies weren’t out of the ordinary, especially not on an island such as this. a simple pest that could be swatted away with the wave of a hand, a vague annoyance, that was what a fly was. it was normal for there to be one, maybe a few. but, as the buzzing grew increasingly louder, everything else was made indistinguishable. that in itself made it clear that whatever this was, was anything but normal.

there was a swarm of flies, a mass of them that rivaled the amount of people at mass in church. their buzzing worked in tandem, almost akin to what the choir used to be. except, these harmonies and melodies weren’t holy, not in the slightest. almost as if their nauseating tune was made on purpose, created to replicate the sound of unbearable static. ignore them, make it so their whispers fall on deaf ears, keep going to where you’ll reach the sand and water of your haven. they are just flies, no matter how many of them surfaced from the ground or flew in the sky. but, why was there so many? why were they taking form of a human? of an adult? everette stopped in his tracks, watching the flies collect into one singular being. their buzzing amalgamated into words and then full on sentences that were understandable. it was so surreal, and yet it was all too real. it was standing in front of him, it was speaking to him. it was demeaning him. he didn't want to reply to it, surely if he did it'd only prove further that he was losing his mind here on this island of fears and fools. however, it felt like an obligation, it felt like he was being forced to speak. the words he wanted to keep repressed started to choke him and soon they came from up his throat and out into the suffocating air, almost like bile. hatred spilled from his lips because that's all everette knew, the act of cruel words and vices. it's what he sought for. "second? second?! to alexander no less! i'm not second to anyone. not second to alexander, not second to merridew, not anyone. hell, ‘hat implies that there was even a system of hierarchy to begin with. that they could possibly reach anywhere near me. that’s not the case, never was the case. they don't even deserve to be in the rankings. it's me, and then it's the rest of them. a bunch of asinine nobodies, that's what ‘hey are. expendable pieces of the bigger picture, discarded after the realization settles in that they aren't even needed. their very existence proves to be pointless. i'm better than them, i am better than all of them. no. i don't just hate alexander, my hate extends to each and every one of them. with how worthless they all are, ‘hey should be thankful that i at least feel something for any of them to begin with. i mean, look at all of them. i dont need any company, i don’t want any company, much less from you. you’re in my head, what company can you really provide if you are just a figment of my imagination? why do you sound so much like him? even here i’m not free from his judgement, from your entrapment! go away! i have nothing to hide, i have no use for this mask you speak of. i’m not like ‘hem, not like the boys who cover their faces in blood and colored paints to hide their sinful selfs! im pure, truly so, so leave me be!”

everette turned around, a simple act turned exasperating as he felt like his free will wasn’t his anymore, but instead in his grasp. his resolve did nothing to aid him, he only fell backwards and onto the ground. the flies dispersed throughout as he fell through them, as if they never took that form to begin with. some dropped dead to the floor, others taunted everette, treating him like he himself was a decomposing body. but others, they gathered around a pig head on a stick, feeding on the blood that dripped from it. how long had he been wandering and how disoriented did he have to be to not notice that he stumbled across this? it felt like something he shouldn’t be seeing. but, at least that was manmade, right? because certainly whatever that other thing was crafted long before man.

he wanted to call out for help, but who was he to ask for help? he never wanted help anyway, so why was he so desperate for it now? not like anyone would come, not like anyone would believe what he had to say. everette was alone, as he always had been. and who could he blame? no one except himself.

[steveharrington]

i hate when blair waldorf starts regressing ohhhh it’s so EMBARRASSING girl wdym you’re still bullying people from high school and you’re wearing headbands again and you’re ruining your own career because you can’t be nice to nelly yuki. please stand up. this is your brain on chuck bass

[cowboybrunch]

posted some Rosalie and Andrew yesterday, let's dive into Rosalie and Emily

childhood besties turned polar opposites

Andrew knows her best, but Emily was here first

The swell and dip of her voice fills the air like a familiar song on a new playlist. I can almost pretend that we’re eight years old again, waiting for my dad to drive us to softball practice. We’ll sit in the outfield and pull up grass. A ladybug will crawl on her thigh, and she’ll scream until I nudge it to crawl onto my finger. It’ll fly away. We’ll watch it go. “Em,” I say, interrupting her prattling. She looks up, lashes fluttering around ice-blue eyes. “Did you win?” “Hm?” “Homecoming queen. I didn’t hear the announcement.” “Oh.” She fusses with the worn hem of her shirt. “Yeah. I did.”

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[queeny-v]

Updates:

I decided to redraw the frames on normal procreate as well as finish the rest of the frames on there as well and transfer them over onto dreams to edit into the animatic.

It’ll take some time but there’s no deadlines for this so I’ll take my time with it!

[royaltea000]

which wukong is your ABSOLUTE TOP favourite, dear author?

Don’t make me pit all these bad bitches against each other 😭 oooooohghhh…. ssssss-characterization wise I gotta say it’s the 1996 one he’s just so unhinged and weird and vicious but noble and honorable at the same time I feel like it’s the perfect blend of what I imagine swk in my head to be

[neo--queen--serenity]

Your kitty looks like my kitty!! Tabby solidarity ✨

[deus-ex-mona]

flashtag ✨ignored✨

[spidergangforever]

OK I've got one for Huntsman.

You're able to track through scent and a keen eye for tracks in various terrains. Have you ever tracked big game, like say...a moose? And if you did, have you kept anything as souvenir like the horns?

~ Princess Anon (👸)

I always say "Morning" because if it was a good morning I would be Hunting