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Happy B-Day to the Corasante!! ❤🕯🎂🕯❤
(Featuring way too many drawings)
#one piece#drawing#fanart#corazon#cora san#op rosinante#donquixote rosinante#this man has too many names#trafalgar law#op law#donquixote doflamingo#I love cora#he wants to be a good person but is lowkey mediocre at it#he eats like a freak#he looks like a freak#he chose not to speak just bc he's petty#he gave up his life's mission after getting stabbed by a 12 year old#he lied to and betrayed every person that he loved#two out of the three gave him a pass because he was funny one time#he aggresively changed law's life for the better#and he spontaneously catches fire and loses all motor functions#he's literally perfect#anyways law is here because he is simply a good character#can i really put all of this in the tags?#insane
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The longer I play Obey Me, the more I feel like Obey Me is a story about how the MC, in their quest to seek acceptance by the people they care about, ends up destroying themselves in the process and losing the very thing that made them so special and loved in the first place.
In the beginning of OG, they started off as just a normal human who got whisked away to a weird ass world where literally nobody respects them. Despite this, they recognised from the beginning that these demons and angels were not so different from humans. MC's ability to see the demons as actual people and not just beings controlled by their sins was what allowed them to form close bonds with them. They had good intentions to reunite the demon brothers who had undergone centuries of misunderstanding, resentment, and pent up grief. Even though they were excessively nosy, MC's unique position as a complete outsider allowed them to see just how much love the demon brothers had for each other, and how they can become closer if everybody would just better communicate with each other. Serving as the bridge to better improve the brothers' relationships was what convinced the demon brothers to also see MC as a member of their family.
But as the MC became more involved in the Devildom's problems, they started to adopt the same toxic traits that had created wedges between the brothers in the first place. From relying heavily on their pacts to subdue the brothers, to allowing a curse to control Barbatos (even though they had the ability to break it), to going along with the brothers' manipulative scheme to trick Satan into reconciling with Lucifer when Satan ran away to the human world -- it's almost like MC has unconsciously picked up on some of their loved ones' behaviour. Gone are the days where MC brings in a new perspective to problems. Now, they just embrace the chaos and their more darker traits, for that is what is expected of them to survive in the Devildom. And since everyone within their circle puts them on a pedestal, this further affirms to the MC that this is how they should be.
Dealing with the affairs of the Devildom had also caused the MC to grow more apathetic. In the beginning, they had been actively taking steps to form pacts with the brothers and were generally very invested in freeing Belphie from the attic. They remained true to themselves and insisted that they form a pact with Satan based on mutual trust and understanding, and not just as a means to smite Lucifer. Despite being in a helpless situation, MC never refused to give up their agency. But the longer MC gets involved with these shenanigans, the more they grew... numb to everything.
Solomon bringing me back to the Devildom unannounced? Oh, sure. Diavolo and Solomon hiding the reasons for my sudden return? Not my problem.
Simeon facing a problem to the point of having a quarter of the cast acting as his bodyguards? Eh, I'll just ignore it until I can't anymore.
Watching and waiting. That's what they have resorted to doing.
And that mindset of kicking problems down the line until it lands on MC's doorstep and they have no choice but to act -- that's exactly how they have been acting when they were stuck in NB, hasn't it? MC didn't bother forming pacts with the past version of the brothers until they were given an ultimatum, and even then, they simply relied on the convenient timing of each brother struggling with an inner crisis to swoop in, resolve the situation and tick them off their checklist.
MC in NB seems like an unfortunate culmination of everything they faced so far. They're too apathetic to care about getting sent to an unfamiliar place once again, too desensitised to life in the Devildom to reclaim their agency, and too desperate to earn the love of their former family to even think about anything else. They became so co-dependent to the demon brothers that they seem to think they cannot live without them or their affection, even if the ones they are living with in the past are different people from the ones they grew to love in the present.
The phrase "You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain" fits way too perfectly for the Obey Me MC. After all, MC keeps getting rewarded every time they try to get themselves killed (or even when they actually got killed). Maybe that's the only way they know how to resolve problems.
So if they can't die as the hero, they'll just learn to live as the villain.
#man ppl are writing analyses for the main LIs of the game and here I am waxing poetics about a blank-slate sheep#i am not the target audience for this game lmao#absolutely normal behaviour#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me spoilers#obey me mc#obey me analysis#LONG#db rambles#db vault
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morning routine
#idk man artblock has me in a chokehold#max caulfield#victoria chase#chasefield#maxine caulfield#lis#life is strange#if i don't get more victoria content in double exposure i will riot#until then here they are enjoying each other's 'company'#my art#my sketch#art#wlw#suggestive#cw suggestive#maximum victory
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HIS FACE CARD ACTUALLY NEVER FUCKING DECLINES IM CONVULSING ON THE FLOOR RN.
dawg look at my psychiatrist, he can't stop serving cvnt ☹️🙏🏻
#✧rentalks!#vyn richter#the man you are#“i can fix him” NO BRO HE FIXES ME.#THIS IS BRINGING BACK MY VYNDICTION ERA.#his li nian card got me foaming at the mouth#and this new ice skating one ABSOLUTELY DEVOURS#+ NOT INCLUDED HERE BUT his 4th bday card holy moly!!!!!#tears of themis#vyn tot#tears of themis vyn
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not to be dramatic but taking this screenshot dealt me psychic damage
#every time i get this little interaction it is SO heavy#they’re so important to me#the dialogue…. man#(with a quiver in my voice) man#dai#dragon age inquisition#here lies the abyss
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another redraw but it’s the scp yaoi I made when I was 11
#yes it was made in sony sketch#that era of my life was particularly horrible#also made something WAY worse and barely escaped getting groomed on scp amino becuz of it#shit was wild man#anyway here are the actual tags#scp#scp foundation#scp 049#scp 035#049 x 035#lgbtq#I lied one more irrelevant tag#besides being art progression I had a whole transition from fujoshi to himejoshi between these two pics#suggestive ?#dummmys doodles
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Li Lianhua + saying "I love you" without saying "I love you" (1/?)
Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023)
#i am literally weeping over a fictional man and his fictional dog#li lianhua#mysterious lotus casebook#lhl#lian hua lou#official huli jing appreciation post#(says me)#the concept of food as a love language in this show has me absolutely feral#might have to do a separate post about it but here's all this in the meantime#my mlc gifs#llh's love language#I legitimately started sobbing during this scene and I haven't stopped#it's almost been a full year now sigh
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Heavy Weighs the Crown
Had to stop working on everything else and write a whole bunch of this instead. Usually I like to finish things that I think might be on the longer side before I start posting, but we're gonna live on the edge with this one. Expect updates in 1-2 Bearimys.
Chapter One - Sweetpea
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Contains: Generic fantasy setting, Princess Reader, Large men picking up reader like a football, No Y/N, A spot of magic, Some exposition, Reader's dad (deceased) was a real piece of work, Reader descriptions kept as neutral as possible but keep in mind that she is a character to me and does have a specific appearance so things might slip through. This is just me having a bit of fun with a fantasy setting because it is my favourite type.
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Sunlight streams down through the light scattering of clouds above, as you carry your nearly empty basket into town to buy a few things for your auntie Kate. She’s not truly your aunt, but over the past few years it’s hard to think of her as anything less than family. She’s not warm, exactly, but she’s honest, and you know that you can trust her with anything.
Kate would usually be at your side when you go into town, watching the crowd with hawkish intensity, as though she still expects agents of the new king to materialize and snatch you away, but she’s away on business, and her wife much less paranoid. You expect that anyone who was ever looking for you has given up on you now. After the civil war, there was a time of instability, and you laid awake many nights, half expecting armed men to break into your bedroom and snatch you away, but everything is smoothed over now, and there’s no reason why Price would feel like he needed you to cement his rule.
You’re happy to just let him have the kingdom. You have more freedom as an ordinary girl, and you’re happier now than you ever have been. You were miserable living in your father’s halls, just a spindly little flower growing without enough sun or rain. And your people are happy now too. It twists your stomach something fierce, to think that your father was never a good king, but the reality is that he wasn’t. People starved while he feasted behind his walls. He sent good men to wage war on his behalf, to die in far off lands when they should have been home building better lives for themselves and their families. He allowed his chosen men to terrorize the women and children and old men living in the towns still. Things had been bad.
So yes, let Price have the crown, and the castle, and the responsibility and anything he likes. What difference does it make to you now?
What matters now is the sun on your face, and the gentle sound of birdsong around you, and the dull bite of the occasional stone through the soft leather soles of your shoes. The air smells sweet and green, although there’s a slight prickle at the back of your nose that tells you that there will be rain tonight, or tomorrow morning at the latest. There’s nothing to worry about aside from whether or not the children in town will like the end of the book you have tucked into your basket.
You see a young man sleeping by the side of the road on your way into town, his horse tied to a long halter while he lounges beneath a tree. As you pass by, a bird flying too close startles the horse, and it pulls up the peg it’s tied to, and bolts. The young man doesn’t stir, so you dash after the horse without a thought, dropping your basket so you have both hands free to seize the halter.
You try to dig in your heels to stop the big, white-stockinged horse, but it half-drags you a little ways down the road before finally stopping, swinging it’s head around to look at you as though you’ve personally offended it. “Come on,” you tell it, exasperated. “You don’t belong out here.”
Arms wrap around you from behind, hands much larger than yours close over your wrists. “You’re awfully pretty for a horse thief,” a voice says in your ear.
“I’m not a horse thief!” you protest. “I was trying to help!” The horse snorts, as though it intends to tattle on you for something that you most certainly were not doing.
“And you didn’t think to wake me up?” The man behind you lets go of one of your wrists and spins you around, the movement smooth and graceful, like you’re two dancers at a ball, rather than two strangers meeting along a country road. But when you look up, you find the all too familiar face of one of Price’s knights.
“Sir Garrick!” you gasp.
“Princess,” he says, smiling. He’s far too handsome, his smile bright, teeth a little bit too sharp. “How very nice to see you. I thought for sure you’d have left the kingdom by now.”
“No! Oh no.” You push against his chest uselessly. He’s strong, so much stronger than you. Despair claws at your ribs. Your nightmare-come-true may be wrapped in a pretty, familiar face, but you have no desire to return to the capital. “Please let me go. I promise I don’t want the kingdom. Price can have it— You can have it. I just want to be left alone, I swear, I’ll never—”
“Hush, sweetpea.” He tucks a few of your thin braids behind your ear, fingertips grazing down your neck. “I have to bring you in. But you can make your case to Price. Maybe he’ll let you come back, alright? Don’t fret. He’s always been reasonable.”
You’re not certain how to get out of this. Sir Garrick has kind eyes, but his grip is like steel. He lifts you up easily and sets you on his horse before you so much as think of protesting or making a feeble attempt to fight him off.
“We’re not far from the capital. We can make it there before dark,” he continues, voice low and reassuring, as though you’re worried about the travel, and not the destination.
“But— What about my aunt? I should let her know where I’ve gone.”
“We’ll send word. Don’t you worry, your majesty.”
“No, no, don’t call me that. That’s for kings and queens, and I’m neither.” I’m no one, you want to shout.
He's amused by that, amused by you, as if you're just being a silly little girl. "I suppose we'll settle on sweetpea for now." He holds his palm out and three little white birds materialize and fly off in different directions, spectral and iridescent as soap bubbles. And then he swings into the seat behind you and pulls you most of the way into his lap, wraps strong arms around your waist, and nudges his mount into a walk.
“So,” Sir Garrick says conversationally, his voice low, lips far too close to your ear. It’s overly familiar, but you’re already practically sitting in the man’s lap. “What have you been doing out here all these years?”
“Um. Gardening. Embroidery. Taking care of my chickens. Lessons, for some of the children that live nearby. Just letters and arithmetic. I’ve been thinking about organizing a proper schoolhouse.” You can feel your nerves bubbling up as you babble, thoughts coming to you disorganized and stilted. “I never realized how few people can read. It seems a shame. I do a few hours of reading around town, help out at the church. I keep busy. I haven’t any real purpose, so I have to go out of my way to make one.” You sigh, thinking of how you had left things at a particularly gripping point in a story you’d been reading to the town children. They’ll be disappointed if they never hear the end of it, but you still have hope that Price will decide you’ve become something of a country bumpkin with no place in the court, and let you go back home soon. “How have you fared? Is your family well?”
“Quite well. My sisters will be glad to see you again. They always thought you were sweet. Rosie’s opened her own dress shop in the city, and Camellia has five children now. I think Kylie and Jorah were just two or three last you saw them. My mother lives with Cam to help out.” Sir Garrick’s mother and sister used to work at the palace, and he had been apprenticed to the court wizard before he specialized in battle magic and became a knight. You hadn’t been friends, exactly— You’re not sure you ever really had friends— but he’d always been nice enough, when your paths crossed.
“And what of you?” you prompt gently. “Have you found yourself a wife?”
He laughs lightly. “I’m working on it. I’ve a girl in mind, but I think she’ll take some convincing.”
“Oh I doubt that, Sir. You’re perfectly unobjectionable.”
“High praise indeed, princess.”
The two of you chat idly as you travel, mostly about nothing, but it’s pleasant enough. Sir Garrick— Kyle, he insists you call him— is far more charming than you remember, and he makes you laugh so much that you’re certain that you’d simply fall right off the horse if he wasn’t holding onto you so securely. He’s the very picture of a romantic hero, all chivalry and smiles, handsome in the dappled light under the canopy of trees as the road carries you from farmland to forest. You come to a bridge, and he dismounts so his horse can drink, and lifts you down so you can stretch out stiff muscles. His touch lingers, strong hands resting on your hips for a few beats longer than would be appropriate, but you don’t really mind.
You part from his company so you can relieve yourself a little ways into the trees, glad he’s not concerned about you making a run for it. His assurances that Price can be reasoned into letting you go home once you’ve spoken to him is enough to make you cooperative. You’re certain that he’ll take one look at you now and send you right back home. You’ve never had any luck with the young men in town, and if that’s any indication, you’ll be back to your little bedroom in Kate’s house before the week is up.
You fix your clothes and walk back to the road, humming lightly under your breath. Kyle is speaking to a flat glowing disc that hums with energy, floating above his palm. He gives you a smile and a nod and retreats to the tree line while he finishes his conversation. You catch a glimpse of a face on the disc as he turns, searing blue eyes meeting yours for a moment. Price, certainly. You recognize those eyes.
Kyle’s gaze slips over to you again as you kneel by the creek, one arm keeping your skirt out of the water while you trail the other hand through the water idly, the cool stream a pleasant offset to the heat of the afternoon. If you were alone, you would consider stripping down and going for a swim, but as nice as Kyle is, he’s still a man, and not one you know particularly well anymore, if you ever did.
When you look over again, he’s tucking the crystal disc into the front of his tunic, and a wolf is behind him, stalking out of the woods, low to the ground and ready to pounce. “Kyle!” you shout, pointing behind him. He turns quickly, a spell glittering on his fingertips, but the wolf pounces before he can cast it, both crashing into the packed earth along the side of the road.
You rush over, although halfway there you wonder what help you expect to be, and an arm snatches you around the middle, hauling you back. You’re beginning to get a bit annoyed at how much you’ve been manhandled today, and you start kicking as you’re lifted off your feet. “Let me go!”
“Easy, sweet girl. Let the lads say hello,” a deep voice says behind you, the sound rumbling through you like a cat’s purr. “No danger ‘ere.”
You look at Kyle and the wolf again. Only there isn’t a wolf anymore, just a large, naked man laying on top of Kyle, kissing him ardently and more than a little messily. The sound of it makes your cheeks burn. “Oh.”
The man who was a wolf stands up, and you look away, too flustered by the sight of so much bare skin to do anything else. The big man puts you down and turns you to face him, putting your back to the werewolf. “Johnny, put some clothes on before you say ‘ello. We know you were raised by savages, but you don’t need to act like it,” he says firmly, his heavy hands on your shoulders.
You stare at the skull embroidered on the black tunic in front of you, recognizing the emblem, and then the black fencers mask tied around the man’s face, obscuring even the shape of his features. You see a glint of light when he drops his chin to look at you though, gleaming eyes that look at you inscrutably. You know him, by name and reputation and deep, rumbling voice, if not by his face. No one knows him by his face, but he was as highly ranked a knight as Price was, one of your father’s personal guard before the war. Often tasked as your guardian, a solemn but comforting presence always. “Hello, Ghost,” you say, cheeks burning all the hotter. “Been a while.”
“Not as long as you might think,” he says. You can almost hear the smile in his voice. “Been keepin’ an eye on you.”
“What do you mean?” you ask. “For how long?”
“Knew where you were this whole time. Wun’t about to let you disappear, princess.” He tucks you against his side, keeping an arm around your shoulders protectively. “Johnny. Come meet our girl. Best behaviour.”
Johnny the werewolf grins at you as he walks up, still adjusting the drape of the tartan fabric around his hips, broad chest bare and dusted with hair, swirling blue tattoos printed on his scarred skin. His hair is shaved on the sides, a stripe of it left long in the center. “Nice ta finally meet ya, princess. Officially, anyway. We’ve bumped intae each other once or twice, but I was told no’ ta approach unless ye approached first, aye? Shame ye never did.” His smile is crooked, his too-bright blue eyes intent on yours. “Think we’ll get along.”
“The whole time?” you ask, skipping back a few paces in the conversation, glancing up at Ghost. “But Kyle said—”
“Sorry, sweetpea,” Kyle says airily. “I lied.”
“Typical tricksy wizard shite. But dinnae ye worry none, we’ll keep him honest for ye.” Johnny grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, and then to the inside of your palm. His rough fingertips push your sleeve back, and he kisses the inside of your wrist too. When you squeak, he gives you a heated look and does it again, teeth grazing sensitive skin as he opens his mouth and licks a stripe across your pulse.
You’re warm from the tips of your ears to your chest, your breath catching on ragged nerves. You tug your hand out of his grip and cradle it with your other, like you’ve been burned by his brash touch.
“Johnny,” Ghost says, exasperated. “S’that what you call best behaviour?”
“She likes it, sir.”
“I most certainly do not!” you protest.
“Oh, aye ye do. Werewolf, ye ken. Can smell ye.” Johnny taps the side of his nose and winks at you. “Ye dinnae need ta be embarrassed, sweetpea. Ye can hardly blame yerself, faced with all this.” He gestures to his admittedly impressive physique, the broad and lean shape of near-perfect manhood on immodest display.
“Let’s move.” Kyle’s hand brushes your elbow. “You can ride with me again.”
Ghost shakes his head and turns, pulling you with him. “No. Come meet Nox.” He whistles, and a huge black shape hurtles down from the sky, glossy black wings snapping open just before the creature hit the ground, flapping a few times so that it lands lightly on four mismatched limbs, stirring up dust leaves. You shrink back against Ghost’s side, eyes wide. A gryphon.
The massive beast has a raven’s head and wings, and shiny black fur on it’s haunches. The catlike tail, with it’s tuft of feathers at the end, twitches back and forth as the bird head tilts to regard you, dark, slit-pupil eyes watching you with interest.
You look up at Ghost for reassurance, and he nods. “Go on. Offer ‘er your ‘and. She won’t bite. Hey, girl?” he scratches the gryphon behind the ear, and it opens it’s mouth to make a vibrating, keening sound that makes Kyle’s horse snort nervously. “That’s right, sweetpea’s a friend.”
You offer your outstretched hand to the giant creature, bolstered by Ghost’s calm, and it sticks it’s beak under your palm, making the same keening sound again. The last of your apprehension melts away, and you step closer, smiling. “Aren’t you a pretty girl?” You scratch the spot where her beak meets her feathers, and her eyes close for a moment.
Johnny reaches for the Nox’s side, and she whips her head around and hisses at him, her throat feathers fluffing up defensively. “Och, yer no’ goan ta git my fingers, ye wee beastie. Thought ye was gettin’ soft.”
“Away, Johnny. Let the girls get to know each other.” Ghost stands behind you and guides your hands to points just behind Nox’s jaw. The gryphon croaks and leans her head on your shoulder, nudging Ghost with her beak.
“Not so scary,” you coo, pressing your face into the soft cloud of feathers. “What a sweet girl.”
“How about it, Nox? Can she ‘op up?” Ghost asks. The gryphon croaks again and backs away enough to lean her front half down. Ghost picks you up and sets you on her back, on a flat saddle that sits right behind the joint of her massive wings, which fold up over your legs like she’s holding you steady. He pats Nox on the neck and starts walking, and she follows, padding beside him, sticking her beak between the joints of his leather armor playfully whenever he takes his hand off her.
You grab the edge of the saddle, mindful of Nox’s feathers, and it takes a moment to adjust to her movement. It’s not the side to side sway of a horse, but she’s steady, like she’s trying her best not to spill an inexperienced rider. Thoughtful of her.
Behind you, Kyle scrambles up onto his horse, and Johnny hustles to catch up, positioning himself on Ghost’s other side, giving Nox a wider berth.
“Thought we weren’t supposed ta tell her we were watchin’,” Johnny said. “Price said—”
“She ought to know. I wun’t too ‘appy about it in the first place, but a deal’s a deal.”
“A deal with who?” you ask.
“I’ll let Price tell you that much, sweetpea. But if it were up to me I’d’ve dragged you back home years ago.”
You shake your head tiredly. “Home is where I was. And I’m going back as soon as this business with Price is done. I don’t know what he wants, but I’m sure we can work something out. Kyle said he’s reasonable.”
“Oh, did ‘e?” Ghost asks, amusement colouring his deep voice. “S’pose that’s ‘ow ‘e had you comin’ along purrin’ like a kitten, hm?”
The blood drains from your face as you turn to look at Kyle, but he doesn’t look guilty, or like he’d been lying to you. “Well, again, I’m perfectly happy to cooperate. There’s no reason why he wouldn’t let me go when he gets what he wants, is there?”
Johnny chuckles, exchanging a look with Ghost that’s inscrutable. “Aye, ye’ve got a point. I’m sure ye’ll have no trouble dealin’ with the old man. Born diplomat, aren’t ye?”
Your stomach twists with nerves. It’s been many years since you’ve seen John Price. You don’t know him as well as you know Ghost. You’d always found the big, faceless man strangely comforting, easy to talk at, if not to, especially when you were still young and silly. But John Price, when he fixed you with those fathomless dark blue eyes, had always rendered you speechless, turned your usually clever tongue to lead. He was a knight captain then, a natural leader of men, a hero. Not someone that your father wanted you to get close to. It’s easy for you to see why now, with your father dead in the ground and Price wearing the crown, but you were glad for any excuse to stay away.
You wish you could ask Nox to fly away with you on her back, maybe home, but maybe somewhere else entirely, where no one knows you, where you can start again without the weight of the crown hanging heavy over your head, an executioner’s ax waiting to fall.
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#Fantasy AU#cod mw fanfiction#x reader#x fem Reader#141 x reader#Heavy Weighs the Crown#Cave Writing#This is mostly gonna be fun and light-hearted I just really enjoy fantasy and I've been watching a lot of DnD content lately#“He's always been reasonable” Kyle lies thinking fondly of his boss - the least reasonable man in the realm#Let me know if you need any content warnings in here but I feel this one's pretty light
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the he
#the owl house#toh#darius deamonne#toh fanart#the degree that this man was underutilized was criminal#he was mentored by the previous golden guard????? he knew what belos did to him??? and then had to watch belos make a clone of him????#bro like. the dynamics here are absolutely insane#how sick to his stomach do you think darius was when he saw hunter’s face for the very first time?#how sick to his stomach do you think he was when he realized he was resenting an abused child for something he wasn’t even aware of?#do you think darius blames himself?#do you think darius lies awake at night wishing he’d done something sooner? wondering if he could have spared hunter some of his scars?#do you think hunter knows?#do you think hunter wishes he knew how to tell darius that he understands? that it’s not his fault?#do you think hunter longs to know the words of comfort that would have been offered by the man who shared his face?#do you think they mourn together?#my art#myart
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link click disease got me 💔
+ better quality maybe
#wow i wonder who the favorite character is here..#finished the show in 2 days it was soooo#man#cxs..........#sniffing out every single official piece of content i can im incredibly sad#i made the mistake of finishing the show right after i was recovering from alnst r6 and was hit with another train of grief#shows are so good when u avoid spoilers for them#link click#shiguang#cheng xiaoshi#lu guang#qiao ling#时光代理人#shiguang dai li ren#my art
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The Conjuring Movies in Chronological Order 🎥
If you're looking to watch all the movies in theatrical release order, the list is below:
The Conjuring (2013)
Annabelle (2014)
The Conjuring 2 (2016)
Annabelle: Creation (2017)
The Nun (2018)
The Curse of La Llorona (2019)
Annabelle Comes Home (2019)
The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (2021)
The Nun 2 (2023)
#the conjuring#the nun#Annabelle#horror aesthetic#horror movies#the conjuring movies#halloween#october#october 31#dark#horror#demons#ghosts#horror movie list#scary movies#scary#ed and lorraine warren#lorraine warren#ed warren#demonic#valak#the crooked man#here-lies-beetlejuice
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i love helping other transmascs speedrun getting over their doubts and fears about going on t. there are two people in my personal life who have been contemplating going on t for a while, and both of them talked to me about it because i’m the resident Guy On T, and by the end of our conversations one of them was fully decided that they want to start t and the other had realized the thing that had been stopping them was actually probably not a real barrier at all. i’m making it my life’s mission to become the little trans devil on as many people’s shoulders as possible whispering “you should totally go on t i think you would really like it” in their ears. maybe the real transgender craze seducing our daughters was the friends we made along the way.
#the second someone i know brings up that they’re thinking about t i start rubbing my little hands together#like Yessss It Is Only A Matter Of Time Now#so help me god i WILL make a man out of you#i WILL be the person i wish i had when i was figuring out if i wanted t#i WILL be the pro-t propaganda to counteract the many many people spreading anti-t propaganda#obviously i would never pressure someone into it but i wouldn’t even have the chance to bc they already want it#they’re just still working through all the lies they’ve been told about it and i love getting to help with that#lest you think im only here for the boys: i also AGGRESSIVELY encourage my boyfriend every time they talk about going on e#t and top surgery have just made me so enthusiastically pro medical transition#i love this shit it’s magic#testosterone#hrt#trans men#transmascs
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these guys don’t even need a plane ticket they can take one step and land in another continent💀
#it’s a wonder how people so frequently manage to stay away from malleus considering his legs have their own gravitational pull#can you imagine trying to keep up w their strides good LORD i’m out of breath just thinking about it#malleus and sebastian slightly move their legs and it causes a gust of wind so violent it incapacitates every person in a 100 mile radius#sebastian at least has the dignity to angle his body so we can’t see the anomaly known as his torso to legs ratio#but malleus. look into his eyes. he has no shame. he knows what he’s doing. he’s revelling in your discomfort.#lillia probably lied to him and said his legs were his best feature. now look at the consequence. here is a man with no shame#cover up you HARLOT. YOU WENCH.#the legs only a mother could love#that mother is yana toboso#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#twst#twst malleus#twisted wonderland malleus#malleus draconia#black butler#kuroshitsuji#sebastian michaelis
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I think my spiciest MLC opinion is that nothing in it qualifies as old man yaoi unless you're actually rarepairing the visibly middle-aged side characters
because I'm so sorry but Li Lianhua is barely 30 and afaik Di Feisheng has no canon age but that man is not a day over 35
part of my love for this show stems from the fact that many of the characters are actual adults and Fang Duobing's youth is a delightful contrast and a part of his character arc
but these men do not qualify as old, put them back in the oven, they're not baked yet, no matter how much Li Lianhua saltily recalls his lost days of fuckboy glory
#june rambles#june does mlc#I think I need a personal nonsense tag b/c this is not going in the main tag#to be clear!#call it whatever you want!#but imho old man yaoi requires aching knees and laughter lines and maybe doing your taxes occasionally#they're all way too rosy-cheeked for me to think of them in those terms#however close to his death li lianhua is or isn't on any given day#I'm sure my own age is showing here#mysterious lotus casebook
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#mysterious lotus casebook#li lianhua#cheng yi#cdrama#li xiangyi#noonas gifs#this man has no right to be this beautiful but he is and here i am suffering about it#i wanna scream and eat a pillow#give me a fucking break#noonas mlc
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Do y'all ever get nightmares that just like, aren't scary?
Like you can tell your brain is trying to make this scary, but you just feel nothing?
#Had a dream about a bunch of ''scary'' animatronic robots trying to take over some shitty little town#I've never really been afraid of big scary uncannny valley robots though so it just kinda fell flat#maybe uncanny valley is the wrong term it felt very similar to Lies of P in aesthetic#was kinda weird though since for some reason instead of being afraid there was a little voice in my head that was just like#''This element of the story is problematic actually''#and was just nitpicking the whole ''nightmare?''#saying shit like ''[minor villain who's name I forgot]'s aesthetic is clearly based off of [real-world oppressed group]''#''So casting her in the role of a villain like this especially against a predominately White cast leaves a bad taste in my mouth''#or ''Interesting how the squeaky clean protagonist squad seems so completely devoid of fat people 🙄''#like brain what are we doing here?#nobody fucking WROTE this dude#you're literally just making shit up to get mad at#what the hell man#just a very strange experience the whole way down#Pun talks Dreams#Pun's text Posts
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