#I Just Think He's Neat!

[floating-goblin-art]

call me a poser Anyway i made III's aura fuck even harder

[roninreverie]

Alright, I frame analyzed this, and to my knowledge Steb's mouth is not moving at all, but is that voice supposed to be his or not?

Like we know he can yell because we heard it in Act 1, but it's just focused on him and the lady enforcer in these shots so I can't tell if it is BG vocals or him.

ALSO, pretty sure he is the head officer in their particular squadron, so HIM giving THEM orders would make a lot of sense.

BUUUUT it could also just be that dude in the mask. (It probably is)

(Edit: Collectively agreeing the "let's run" was Steb because I said so, lol... but CAN ANYONE hear the 2nd part outside of "generic battle order"?)

[wolfnight2012]

I've seen several people talk about how it's Ares who asks if Athena's dead & how he sounds legitimately concerned/afraid

But i haven't seen anyone point out how excited Ares is to debate with Athena???

Like, Apollo & Hephaestus are both pretty mellow in their agreements. Aphrodite does not want to play. Hera sounds like she could use the entertainment/distraction

But Ares?

Ares is PUMPED!

He's the "brute" sibling & Athena's the "intellectual" one and he's being asked to engage with her on her level (and she'll be on the defense for this game) and he's sooooo fucking excited

Idk, i just find it cute.

Even their physical fight doesn't seem too mean spirited to me, like, these two are the physical embodiment of war & battle, Of Course they would resort to sparring both verbally & physically

(And on that note, i don't think they're going all out/actually trying to hurt each other during their spar, which makes it doubly painful how small Ares' voice is when he asks if she's dead.

Because while the two Literal Embodiments of War were able to disagree/argue/fight without hurting each other

Their own father did not hold back.)

[shapesintheklouds]

Pim expressions redraw 5

[unfinishedslurs]

stonathan fwb (steddie)

this one is inspired by this fic by fivecenturiesverse

“Nancy and I broke up.”

“Shit,” Steve says, somehow managing to sound surprised. As if he and Nancy weren’t teetering on the verge of something throughout spring break. “That sucks, man.”

“It…was a long time coming, I think,” Jonathan admits. There’s a soft thump, like Steve clapping Jonathan’s shoulder in solidarity. 

They don’t say anything else, and Eddie almost leaves to go eavesdrop somewhere else when Jonathan speaks. 

“Are you…going to do anything about that?”

“About what?” Steve asks, genuine confusion in his voice. 

“Nancy.”

“Oh.” Steve doesn’t say anything for a moment, and Eddie braces himself to hear the truth. That he’s going to ask her out, ask to get married, ask her to have his six little nuggets and travel across the country together. “No.” 

Eddie’s brain record scratches. 

“Really?” Jonathan sounds rightfully skeptical. 

“Yeah, I don’t…” he lets out a nervous laugh, and Eddie can picture him raising a hand to scratch at the back of his head. “There’s…someone else, and I can’t…she’s amazing. Nancy, I mean. She’s, like, this huge person in my mind, you know? I wanted to love her so much, and I convinced myself she loved me back because it was easier than admitting I was clinging onto something that wasn’t meant to be. I kind of put my whole future on her. Figured if I could love any girl, it’d be the perfect one right in front of me.” He laughs again, hollow. “She was right, to call it bullshit. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“If it helps, I think she really did love you,” Jonathan says, sounding fake as all hell. 

Steve brushes him off. “No you don’t. It’s okay, it was never really real. Not like you guys. That…that really sucks, man.”

“It’s for the best, I think.” There’s a long pause. “You said…if you could love a girl, it would be Nancy.”

“…I did say that,” Steve says warily. Eddie has a feeling he really, really shouldn’t be listening to this, but he can’t bring himself to back away. 

“Do you…are you…” 

“If you’re going to be an asshole, I should tell you that I’ve been working out a lot since ‘83,” Steve interrupts. 

“I noticed,” Jonathan mutters. 

What. 

“What?”

“What?”

“I…nothing,” Steve sighs. 

There’s another, longer pause, filled with tension that Jonathan decides to take an emotional jackhammer to. “Do you want to fuck me?” 

What the fuck. 

Oh, God, he’s going to have to save Jonathan Byers from his tragically straight crush. From their mutual tragically straight crush? …their mutual tragically straight crush, who admitted to not liking girls? 

Something’s not adding up. 

“What the fuck, Byers?” Steve sounds angry, and Eddie prepares to jump in. “What, you think just because I’m queer I automatically want to sleep with you?”

What. 

“No!” Jonathan yelps. “No, that’s not it, it’s just…we’re both queer, and stuck here for the foreseeable future, and I’ve never been with a guy but I trust you.”

There’s a stunned silence. 

“You’re queer.”

Jonathan doesn’t say anything, probably dying of mortification. 

“You trust me?”

“Steve,” Jonathan says gently, and Eddie nearly bites through his tongue. “Of course I do.”

“You and Nancy just broke up,” Steve says, wavering. “And I can’t…there’s someone else. I wasn’t lying about that.”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything. You can say no. I just figured I’d ask.”

“Fuck,” Steve mutters. “You realize I’m just as in the dark here as you are, right? I’ve never been with a guy either.”

“We can find out together,” Jonathan says. “Only if you want to, though.”

A heavy silence, where Eddie has to bite his tongue to keep his cool. 

“Fuck it. Why the hell not?”

Then Eddie has to leave for the sake of his own sanity. Not before he hears the wet smack of a kiss, though. 

Eddie might be going insane. 

It’s like everywhere he looks he sees signs of Steve and Jonathan’s… development. Steve leans forward to grab something and his eyes catch on a hickey under his collar. Jonathan sits a little too gingerly one day, and Eddie’s immediately caught up in a fiery inferno of jealousy that he’s not the one sore from whatever Steve did last night. He has to leave the room. 

It gets even worse when Steve comes by DND wearing a shirt that is clearly Jonathan’s. 

“What are you wearing?” Dustin demands before he can. It’s probably a good thing he did, Eddie might have just started biting him to stake a claim. Which is a useless thought, because Steve isn’t his to claim at all. Steve is Jonathan’s. And stake a claim he did. 

He kind of wishes he could hate Jonathan, but he can’t. The guy’s just so sweet with his brother, and it’s obvious in the way he takes care of people that he’s a good guy. The kind of guy who deserves someone like Steve. Someone would have to be a crazy, fucked-up, jealous asshole to hate him. 

Eddie is all of those things. He’s also great at lying to himself. If he doesn’t admit he hates Jonathan Byers, fellow freak, for sleeping with the most unfortunately spectacular jock imaginable, he never has to confront his own failure to keep to his code. The doctrine that Steve cheerfully set on fire and then stomped the ashes into dust. All without knowing it, the asshole. 

He really can’t blame Jonathan. Eddie’s well aware that he’s made up some weird, one-sided rivalry in his head over Steve’s affections. It’s not his fault that one of them got the guy, and the other got to scream into his pillow at 2am. 

Sure, they both said they were hung up on other people, but how long would that really last? He’s fairly sure Steve was lying about having feelings for someone. Eddie can’t help but watch him, and he’s never once seen a sign Steve was interested in any of the other men he hung out with. 

Steve colors. “It’s Jonathan’s,” he says, picking at the band tee like he’s self-conscious about it. Which is ridiculous. He obviously knows he looks good in anything. “I…uh…spilled something on mine.”

From the way he talks, Eddie has a pretty good idea what exactly got on his shirt. He takes deep breaths, and tries not to chew through the table. He wishes Steve were in his band shirt instead. He’d look great in Judas Priest merch. 

He tries not to picture him in a Corroded Coffin shirt. He fails.

[lynxgriffin]

Who is your favorite undertale/delta rune character outside the main cast? And would you do a doodle of them? (Optional)

This is excluding frisk/chara/flowey, toriel, sans/papyrus; undyne, alphys, and asgore

Lynx likes Ice Wolf

[bbq-potato-chip]

if you couldnt tell already i love him very much

[darlingofdots]

Please tell us more about Crown Prince Mianning (referencing your tags on the "please he's a star" Blorbo meme) 👀

okay look so here's the deal (i will write this assuming you have not read these books):

Mianning is an extremely minor character in the Temeraire series. He appears in book 2 and in book 8 for maybe a grand total of 100 pages combined, AND YET when I was re-reading the series 3 times in two months I could not help but love him. some facts about my man:

he's the crown prince of china. this is already fun

he is like, 20? maybe 22? when we first meet him. he's granby's age. he's 10 years younger than laurence, the protagonist

in book 2 his main job is to be less awful and murderous than the other political actors at the chinese court, and to briefly offer respite and a new wardrobe to our much-tried heroes. king shit already

admittedly, he doesn't do much else in that book.

in between book 2 and book 8, his dragon companion is poisoned and killed. that's fucking heartbreaking. and he's still keeping his shit together even though his companion's twin looks exactly like him and that has to be so difficult

absolutely badass when kidnapped and imprisoned. he immediately figures out what's going on and what needs to be done and he and laurence just become A Team. also he keeps referring to laurence as his little brother (because the emperor adopted laurence it's complicated don't worry about it) even though, as aforementioned, laurence is like 10 years his senior. iconic.

he does politics so good i'm so proud

he just? seems like a nice guy? everyone knows the adoption is just for diplomatic reasons but mianning doesn't sneer or protest or treat laurence like a foreign pretender, he welcomes him and his company into his house and makes sure they're safe and comfortable and he speaks on his behalf to the emperor and it's strongly implied that he maintains a positive relationship afterwards and? I love that?

genuinely I think he and laurence should just be friends. brothers for real. I know laurence already has two brothers but it just seems like they'd get along really well. mianning would keep telling him to take on a concubine or two. he'd insist on official visits because you are part of this family now u better act like it >:(

in conclusion:

[housewifebuck]

[muppetmagic]

WILL BRANNER as MAX JÄGERMAN in NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE!

[hyunin]

JOOYEON | [xdinary heroes : xtra files] ep.21 

[bawnjourno]

Harry Anderson as Richie Tozier in It (1990) dir. Tommy Lee Wallace

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[macabrecabra]

LOVECRAFTOBER: DAY TWO

NYARLATHOTEP: The Crawling Chaos; Stalker Among the Stars, God of a Thousand Forms, Soul and Messenger of the Outer Gods

Affiliation: The Court of Azathoth

The top picture is a newer concept of him to try and neaten up a few things, but overall, Nya's design has long since been finalized for a while, but still wanted to give em some love as they are the primary character in the Live, Laugh, and Lovecraft story, or at least the most commonly occurring outer god! (Included some older doodles and emotes of the crawling chaos for funsies!)

The Crawling Chaos is known to be rather cold and does not like for other gods to get in his way or cause him any sort of inconvenience and is known to be rather bad-tempered in most situations. Also one of the more apathetic outer gods in that he has very little care or concept for other beings, even other gods. However, he is known to care in his strange way at times and can be terribly vindictive in other cases.

Nya is the only one able to interpret the insane babbles of Azathoth and thus primarily works as a messenger of the mad idiot god's will... there are very few beings that would call Nya friend and even fewer that Nya themselves would call a friend.

[novethegreat]

Something I have to say about Sasa&Miya is that. Shirahama. For some reason I just really like Shirahama. He's just The Background Character Ever in that series. I love him.

Edit: I'm rereading and I just found this little itty bitty Kagi cameo because they're basketball buddies

[leavingautumn13]

i'm sure no one in my audience is surprised i eventually got around to posting maxie in his underwear

[shardminds]

Ok I have a prompt for you!!! Eris, not the moment he becomes high lord, but a week later when all the novelty and sense of victory is gone. How might he feel?

love you, marissa!

cleansing. eris centric / 228w (tw for mention of spousal and child abuse!)

It took a few days to decide what to do with the table that spanned the length of the Forest House’s dining room. It was priceless, really. Rich mahogany inlaid with amber and gold — his grandfather’s grandfather had carved it long before the courts were split. It was as much Vanserra blood as he was. Witness to countless dinners, deliberations, and too many betrayals to count.

Eris’ knees were too familiar with the stone floor by the table’s head. Punishments delivered by rage-warmed hands. And he’d removed those first. The hands.

“I’m sure we could make use of it,” His mother, broken fingers still slowly healing, traced the leaves carved into its surface. Beron’s final gift still blistered at her wrist. “It’s quite—”

“Burn it.” He said, flames snapping to his own fingertips as if called. Power ached in a way it never had before. Heavy, begging to be touched. His own fire had been near militant, obedient to a fault, trained into submission after centuries of practice. But this? Oh, how he’d let it burn the whole court to the ground if he could, raze everything Baron Vanserra ever loved until there was nothing but ash and a throne of golden leaves. A cleansing.

He hated that fucking table.

Eris touched two fingers to its edge and watched the smoke as it disintegrated. Nothing more than charcoal.