#I should have these more often

[wifeysaremylifey]

“What if they kissed?” — Red & Acheron (She is a wifey collector. She can have my girls!)

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For how many hours did she stare into that abyss?

The ball of darkness that seemed etched at the very edge of reality had grown so big. Landmarks she had known all her life were consumed as it grew, and disappeared into nothingness, into silence, leaving her memories to fill in the blanks. It took more, lazily but surely, deforming the landscape to such a degree that she felt the entire island was warping, and slanting to one side.

Red had cried at some point, but the tears had dried up. Rain had been falling for a long time, and she would have been thoroughly soaked at this point, had it not been for a taller, stoic figure standing by her, a red umbrella open overhead, shielding both from the elements.

"..."

RED barely spoke, and her partner only answered her gaze by meeting it with her own.

The maker thought the emanator's eyes were so distant, and yet they followed her. RED could never truly get them. Something in the back of her mind regarded them as creepy. And yet, she couldn't stop looking at them. She could almost get it. The fixed gaze, a slight tilt to the head: surely that had been a question. The most obvious one.

"I-I'll be fine. Your alert got everyone out of the zone, and when you mentioned what THEY were, the goddesses were sure to respond. I'm sure they're in there, fighting it back! I... I'm sure..."

There was no being sure of anything, except how cold it was. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself as she took another look at the dark horizon. The sight was not inviting, and it just served to make her more paranoid.

"... I just wish I could be useful again. All my wifeys are fighting for everyone else, and you're going there soon! It doesn't feel RIGHT! I can fight too! Even if.... Even if I'm just human. I want to do something...!"

Her hand clutched nothing, and her gesturing went from wild to defeated. She couldn't just be consumed by emotion in front of Acheron, though. That would just be childish.

And yet, perhaps it had been those displays of emotion, so freely shown and acted upon when the two met, that motivated the emanator to make a suggestion.

The Nihility deprived her of much. Her sense of self waned, her understanding of her own past remained only at its strongest, most defining points, and her empathy was shown in actions more often than stirring in what was left of her emotions. But she had remained stoic to others before, as a beacon, even at times where she could spare no motivation for anything but killing THEM.

Channel your will to help onto me, and I will let it guide my blade.

RED turned entirely towards the other, hands still balled into fists, and tension boiling through her body. Channel it? She had already expressed it. She had already resigned of this will. What was left? She looked up to Acheron, whose pose had barely changed. RED shook her head.

She might be sad, angry, frustrated, hopeless, but she didn't want to express any of those things. And as the surface emotions cleared out, only that overwhelming need for someone couldn't be staved off, the same emotion that moved her ever forward in search of a wifey.

She looked up again, hand reaching to Acheron's own. And when they met, she pulled on it gently, urging Acheron to lean in. She kissed her as soon as she was within reach.

It was cold. Both lips met awkwardly, but RED made sure to spend time caressing each lip with both of her own, to warm them up with attention and love, to guide them in following her movement so that they could share their warmth. For a fleeting moment, RED was aware of how sudden that had been, but Acheron not doing anything against it bolstered her resolve.

Only after she started to feel them warmer did she make way for their tongues to meet, in a much more deliberate, passionate display of caring and affection. RED had never let go of the hand she seized at first, but now her other hand moved up, arm wrapping around Acheron, urging them to stay close and enjoy this moment of intense warmth in the middle of an otherwise cold, dark environment.

She loved everyone from her world so much. As wild and promiscuous as she might be considered, times like these meant the world to her. And she hoped she could convey it all, when their lips finally parted, and both took a moment to catch their breath.

For a moment, RED could swear that Acheron's eyes had a different spark to them. No longer did they seem distant and unfocused, or focused on something beyond the maker's own vision: they seemed like they really were looking at her.

And yet, in the next moment, she was sure she had imagined it, and nothing but a longer breath and slight flush in her features looked different.

There was a nod, and their hands also parted, with Acheron's now resting on the hilt of the blade. And finally, she offered RED her umbrella. When it was taken, Acheron moved forward: not in any hurry, still, but with what RED imagined were more decisive steps than she had seen before.

Now, she could only wait. And hope that her will counted for something.

[peacesmith]

love when senshi just kind of goes

[ionomycin]

heartblood

[creekfiend]

when items which claim to be made of linen are like "hand wash gentle only do not use machines" it's soooo. guys linen is like. the durable fiber. I should be able to fucking boil this and hit it with rocks biweekly. you are doing something wrong

[pangur-and-grim]

when I was up all night Friday, my eyes were swollen shut from allergies - that’s the only thing stopping me from grabbing a ride to the closest animal shelter.

[midoristeashop]

Jack prost

Jack studies but I was only allowed to ref the rotg concept art 🤩

[redysetdare]

I wholeheartedly believe that the last thing that should be said in response to aspecs hating their identity is "don't worry! Aspecs can still do X, Y, and Z" and I'm so fucking serious about this.

The least helpful thing you can do to someone who have not accepted their aspec identity yet is give them ways to compensate for it. If an aspec person is upset over not being able to enter a romantic relationship, the last thing that should be done is to tell them they can still enter one or instead enter a QPR - not because that's not true but because that is quite literally going to stunt their ability to accept their aspec identity. Telling them they can instead enter a QPR when they're upset over the lack of romantic relationships is at MOST a bandaid for the main issue. Instead of them coming to accept their identity and accept who they are you have instead handed them an amatonormative alternative on a silver platter that allows them to pretend they still fit into amatonormativity without every deconstructing it. This is how we get QPRs getting shoved into an amatonormative framework - these people NEVER got over the "I'm sad that I'm aspec" phase because they were handed alternatives instead of given actual support in deconstructing their internalized aphobia, self hatred, and amatonormative biases.

[talesfromthecrypts]

I didn't know it was a gift. I wore it like a curse. I was selfish. I... I tried to make nights awful for you. I wanted you to suffer. Because I was suffering... I came to thank you. For the gift you offered me. The gift I denied. For the nights in front of me, where I might learn to live honestly. Thank you.

Interview With the Vampire Season 2

[thedisablednaturalist]

I think when people think of mental illness and what helps, especially with things like anxiety and depression, the treatment involves pushing yourself. Pushing yourself to get out of bed, to exercise, to take a shower, to go out in public, to order your own food from the cashier, etc.

And because the mental health movement has grown so much, people think that's the default of ALL illnesses. That the only way someone will get better is if they push themselves. That practice makes perfect. That you'll become more comfortable or strong over time the more you do something.

But what people need to realize is, with physical disabilities and chronic illnesses, pushing yourself in most cases is DETRIMENTAL. Pushing yourself past your limits can lead to flare ups or further injury. That's why it's important to know your limits, how certain activities may affect your condition, and learn how to either adapt or get help to complete the activity in question.

Also, most of us are already pushing ourselves. Most of us don't have access to the help or equipment we need. Most of us live in places where we frequently encounter inaccessible obstacles. Most of us NEED to rest.

So please don't try to be our physical therapists or doctors. There are people specifically trained to help us navigate our own conditions and limitations. There are people trained to help us strengthen our body's resilience without causing flare-ups or injury. Do not tell us "it'll be good for you" or "you need the exercise" when we say something is too heavy or too far or when we say we need our mobility aid(s). Your friend with depression may need to be encouraged to get out of bed, but your friend with chronic illness definitely doesn't.

Respect our rest.

[purarupu]

「 kafhime: four seasons with you 」

[r-aindr0p]

I keep thinking abt his jacket lately, it looks super comfy...

Will rearrange the doodles on procreate whenever I get internet again hhhhh

[fragonreal]

playing with the charcoal brush and felt pen

[kaiserouo]

"Huh."

[teal-tealwren]

final day

full image :3

[canisalbus]

have you ever drawn a deer?

Yeah occasionally! I like reindeer/caribou in particular, their antlers have such unusual and interesting shapes.

[applestorms]

L can be such a possessive character at times. he always strikes me as the type of person who is deeply aware of everything that he owns, both in a more literal sense and metaphorically-- like, he knows what money he has and how to use it, what resources are readily available to him and what he has to be sneakier to utilize, the habits and tendencies and emotional states of individuals and world governments both. the DN musical really puts an emphasis on the more computer-y aspects of how his brain functions, which isn't as obvious in the manga/anime but i think still works well as a way to follow his thinking. it's kinda what near does too: everything is a factor to them, every tiny detail a new opening to optimize for the best results, every person and location and object a part of a puzzle waiting to be solved. and as a part of that, L is deeply aware of every and any little thing he may or may not have control over, and exactly to what degree.

his habit of stealing titles as depicted in the LABB murders novel is such a good example of this. ryuzaki, eraldo coil, deneuve. he eats people alive and then takes their names for himself like some kind of fucked up fae or trickster god, creating new masks and personas to hide behind from the remains of the people he's devoured. i have to wonder if he would've used the title of KIRA for himself had he won-- i can hardly imagine what kind of power such a title could hold if held in his hands. of course, he could've just used the defeat of KIRA as a way to build up the L title even further, offering up the body of a dead god like perseus showing off the head of medusa. but L is so emotionally attached to the kira case, i struggle to see him allowing it to fade from existence so thoroughly as near does, even if it is only kept close on a private level...

this is part of why i think it genuinely makes a lot of sense that L's ultimate win state would include capturing light to some degree. even if the memory of KIRA somehow manages to fully disappear from the public consciousness, there is no fucking way L is letting light yagami out of his grasp. honestly, the moment that L truly loses this game is not when he starts investigating misa while still under rem's watch, not when light gets back his memories, not even when he dies, but the moment when he allows light to be freed from the handcuffs. the moment when he allows the other members of the task force to turn off the cameras and keep him from watching light and misa talk in the lobby. the moment when he gives up, lets light yagami go outside of L's personal sphere of control, is the moment when L starts the clock ticking down to the end of his own life.

this is one of the key ways in which i see light as a true equal and parallel to L, as after L's death he, intentionally or no, continues the same tradition and takes L's title for himself, twisting the two sides together into the L-KIRA amalgamation. only, the L title functions a little bit differently than every other persona or title that we see in the series-- because L's true name is L. that's all that he is. on a literal, legal, and emotional level, i don't think that L is anything more than L. he is the world's greatest detective, he's an incredible, weirdo super genius, but he does not afford himself much more than that, barely allows himself personhood or humanity outside of his work. light was the one to ultimately defeat L because he did not just put a stain on his character (as BB attempted), did not just kill him, but stole his very identity and took it for himself.

one of the biggest contradictions of L's character that i think you must accept should you attempt to portray him accurately is that he is both deeply detached from humanity while also having all of his work and effort and life be focused around saving it. it's one of the ways in which he is an exact opposite to light-- where light relies on humanity for external validation, to be Seen, while also looking down on it as dumb and immoral and spineless, L is so separated from it that he barely exists as a person, all the while dedicating almost every action he takes to helping it. remember: for all the emotional turmoil that wammy's house and the legacy of L may put on the kids living there, ultimately it's entire existence is nothing more than L's logical solution to his potential demise. if he dies, the world goes down with him, all of the cases that are yet to happen and he is yet to solve being left in the air. he has the foresight to set up a fail safe, but not to consider the emotional implications of what being that fail safe might feel like, how high the price of your own humanity is if you are not already alienated from it, the inability to have your own name on your gravestone-- though perhaps some of the blame also falls on watari's shoulders in this case, philanthropic old bastard that he is.

imo, playing his game really got it right in presenting L and light as one and the same, synonyms on either side of the mirror. in every action they take they are both so selfishly selfless, playing the game for themselves and their own pleasure but plastering the needs and will of humanity on top of it. L isn't invested in saving humanity for the sake of humanity-- he just likes the thrill of having the stakes raised so high. hard to shit on ryuk for wanting entertainment when the humans he finds are just the same as him.