#I got my eyes on yall

[their-name-is-fake]

Hey y’all! Just to give some insight into what we are seeing in the states. This is going to be close, like reaaaaallly close. Kamala would need to win Pennsylvania, Michigan and Wisconsin from the looks of it. So, where does that leave us? Who’s to say all three of these states are very volatile. There’s a high chance she loses Michigan ( I mena she fully fumbled it there so it depends on if the people choose to over look that), so that’s already bad news. Georgia would have been a good alternative but gerrymandering needed any chance of that.

There is an ever increasing chance that Trump is able to pull what he did in 2016 so y’all need to be prepared for that.

And even if he doesn’t win there is a high chance there will be riots so

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[jitterbugbear]

malanya the horse god - mixed media

[clairedaring]

He was your first love, but you are my first love. Since I was born, I've never felt affection for anyone, until I met you.

THE EMPRESS OF AYODHAYA (2024) dir. Sant Srikaewlaw

[narsh-poptarts]

my dark link thoughts coalesced into wonderful headcanons and crazy amounts of forced perspectives and dutch angles

also sorry HW i would have included your dark link(s) but i do not have passion for your game <3 maybe next time

Some thoughts below

I have thoughts about dark link that boil down to basically two things: 1. it's always the same dark link, and 2. dark link has a very difficult time changing.

No matter how many times dark link is brought into existence, he is formed from the shadow of link usually to test link's will. that shadow can be duplicated (as seen in HW) but generally speaking it's the same guy, sharing the thought space, you know how it is. In terms of sentience/thinking for himself, I don't think there's all that much of it. He is a dark reflection/shadow of link, so shares his abilities and thought patterns (for combat) with added aggression and. evil. i guess.

As said by navi, "conquer yourself", and all that. He's a challenge to the inner will power.

That being said!!! he can have a little bit of individuality, as a treat. Just in the form of being mean and sadistic <3 he's got thoughts, he's not just a combat doll (tho in times of low power, or a greater power having the reins, he reverts to that), so he can be frustrated, vindicated, happy, etc etc. though when your thoughts are mainly "evilevilevilevilevil" your idea of these emotions are a bit skewed.

When he's summoned for each different link, i hc that it's all the same magic, so the same dark link every time. he "remembers" in an abstract sense of his role in the same way a link or zelda "remembers" their own reincarnation. tho his is less of a reincarnation and more being used over and over again. a persistence.

The iteration that's summoned reflects the current link at the time, the part of link that needs testing/defeating, so it's not an existence that he himself can change to match the present. he's locked to that first copy/shadow only. So if he were to have a second encounter with an older link, he'd look like the first time they fought, unless he was specifically re-summoned. i hc he's got limited magic, so this is not something he can do himself.

in a links-meet scenario, his form would be limited to those specific forms of the links, and it would always be the points in time in which he first encountered them, unless there's other magic either he or someone else has access to to allow him to change forms to match.

now you might be saying at this point "wouldn't he be a weaker match if he was put up against an older link?" yeah probably lol. but also!!! i like the idea that with the limited magic he has, he's able to change juuuust enough to stay relatively evenly matched. being able to play to different strengths and all that. but the base stuff is still the same, so he is decently easy enough to read if link remembers the kind of stuff he was pulling back when he originally fought dark link.

dark link also knows about all this so while limited to the particular skillset, is able to adapt slightly.

but yeah been thinking a lot about a links-meet au where dark link is there choosing a different link to be every time he appears to the party.

though there are a couple links that he never impersonates in their games!!! so can't change into those guys unless he gets a new round of copycat magic.

Anyways goodbye guy standing there with standard camera angle, i have dutch angles and forced perspective

[soosoosoup]

scrapped john dory and branch

[bree-paints]

My copium where they all survive and they are an iconic one eyed trio

Also some random sketches because 266-267 have been killing me emotionally thank you

[cubbihue]

POV: You somehow angered your lawyer.

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[hauntingofhouses]

yall i just KEEP doing back to mizu and taigen's wrestling scene in master eiji's forge and like i know that taigen literally got a boner from it BUT THE THING IS out of all the scenes these two have together, this scene actually has the least sexual tension ?!? cuz like the boner aside, this scene is actually very soft and emotions-driven rather than pure passion or lust.

arguably, a more passionate and sexually-charged scene would be their previous brawl in the snow with the chopsticks, which is tense and angry and also the scene that mizu thinks about when madame kaji talks about being honest with one's innermost desires.

but THIS scene in the forge? warm colours. their laughter and their smiles that both equally genuine. the WAY taigen looks at mizu in that scene, staring first at her lips, her smile, then looking into her eyes. and you can see by the framing of the scene and the look on his face that he is, for the first time, seeing her eyes as something beautiful rather than off-putting or frightening.

like before this point he's already come to not only respect mizu as a person and an equal but also admires her as an incredible swordsman and as someone who is kind and honourable* for having saved his life at the expense of her revenge quest. so as of the time of them tussling in the forge, taigen has already put aside his prejudices about mizu's blue eyes and no longer finds them as any cause for disgust. but in this scene he's not just indifferent about her eyes, but attracted too it.

and i'd also like to argue that his boner is not from the physical exertion or the act of wrestling itself, but from the intimacy of a playful spar, enjoying each other's easy company after having established a deep trust with each other (taigen endured torture for mizu and helped defend her from archers in the chasm while mizu saved his life from fowler's castle)

and all this while in the safety of mizu's childhood home while both of them are still recovering from near-death, amplifying their vulnerability with each other.

like when was the last time mizu cracked a genuine smile, let alone a laugh that's more than a little wry chuckle?? and for this to happen at such a low point in her life also speaks to the comfort this little friendly spar gives her.

because like, this is after she failed her mission to kill fowler. meanwhile her sword--the embodiment of her soul--is broken, and ringo who is her closest confidant is now angry at her and barely even looks at her. it just further lends to the inherent tenderness and intimacy in this scene. and i just. AHHHH i love them your honour....

* ALSO as a side note about taigen believing mizu to be honourable: he later realises that this assumption turns out to be quite false when she reveals that she'd not only allowed akemi to be taken away against her will but also has said nothing about fowler's impending attack on edo. also i find it very interesting that out of the two revelations, taigen is less angered by mizu letting akemi being married off (he sighs angrily and marches off saying he has to go to edo to find akemi), but much more angered by mizu's refusal to save the shogun and the shogunate as a whole. this is more proof that taigen's central principles are firmly rooted in the bushido and the concept of honour that comes with that. it's why he lashes out at mizu. because he'd believed mizu to be honourable and righteous, but was proven wrong. that's not to say that taigen is in the right for calling mizu a demon, not by any means. but i just find it a very interesting part of his character and it relates to his relationship and perception of mizu

also while rewatching the episode i found this very funny they just lyin there in the cart like this 🧍🏽‍♂️🧍🏽‍♂️

[purplebehittindifferent]

It’s totally fine- it’s just like a speedrun but the stakes are everybody’s character development.

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[vii-doodles]

HazbinAutumnWeek Day 3: Trick or Treating!

Little 1k+ StaticApple / Valastor writing under the cut ✨

The three overlords and their majesty made a striking group as they strolled down the streets of Hell in their Halloween costumes, heading toward the final stop of the night: the Hazbin Hotel, where a Halloween party was waiting for them.

Valentino, dressed as Cruella with a massive black-and-white fur coat, a black dress so sleek it perfectly melted into every curve of his body and an elegant cigarette holder, had a gentle hand on Alastor’s shoulder. Alastor, perfectly in character as Lady Tremaine, wore a wine-red gown with puffy shoulders and an air of refined mischief that suited him too well. One of Val’s extra arms was looped through Alastor’s, keeping them close.

Infront them, Vox trailed along with a pumpkin-shaped basket in hand, his screen projecting fake stitches to his amused grin and wearing a black suit, perfectly representing Jack Skellington, as he watched Lucifer practically skipping ahead. Lucifer, fittingly dressed as Sally was filled with pure excitement, his face lit up with childlike glee as he bounded up the hotel's hill.

“Trick or treat!” he shouted eagerly, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. As the doors of the Hotel opened to welcome them, Lucifer couldn’t contain himself and gave a little jump, his stitched-up sleeves flapping. Charlie, who had opened the doors, squealed excited at the sight of them.

Val chuckled, squeezing Alastor’s arm gently. “Seeing the the king of hell being so... Lively... because of some candy was truly not on my bingo card for this year.” he murmured, watching Lucifer with genuine amusement.

Vox smirked, watching his lover with an affectionate glint in his eyes. He’d been the one to tell Lucifer all about trick-or-treating, a quaint human tradition that seemed like an odd fit for the ruler of Hell. But Lucifer had been all in from the start, insisting they go all out, costumes and all. And now here he was, fully immersed in the experience, delighted at every door that had handed him a handful of sweets.

Of course, for Vox, there was an added step at every stop. The moment they collected their candy, he’d casually flicker his screen, sending out subtle hypnotic waves that glazed over the minds of each demon they encountered. Couldn’t have it getting around that three of Hell’s most feared Overlords, plus Lucifer himself, were out indulging in such a cutesy and domestic activity. Maintaining their reputation took a bit of effort, after all.

Charlie stepped aside and made them follow her inside of the Hotel, her own costume an adorable mishmash of pumpkin and ghost elements. “Welcome, welcome! I’m so glad you all made it!” She beamed, clapping her hands together. “Come on in! This party’s just getting started!”

Lucifer was the first inside, his eyes darting immediately to the tables loaded with an array of Halloween-themed snacks. There were candied apples, marshmallow ghosts, and a bubbling punch bowl filled with some ominously glowing green liquid. “Oh, Vox, look at all this!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing as he took in the spread.

Vox smirked as he followed Lucifer toward the food, holding the pumpkin basket as Lucifer picked out treats with the enthusiasm of a child. “I swear,” Vox teased, leaning in close, “it’s like you’ve never seen candy before.”

Lucifer chuckled, casting Vox a sidelong glance. “It’s not really the candy,” he murmured, his voice softening with a hint of wonder. “It’s the whole experience. I never truly celebrated Halloween before... I suppose I just lost interest in human festivities after a while.” He paused, looking around the decorated room with genuine appreciation. “But tonight... it feels different. It’s… nice, having a reason to enjoy all this.”

A warm smile softened Vox’s usually sharp features. Without a word, he placed a gentle hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. He could feel his own heart stirring, watching the joy on Lucifer’s face, a brightness that made him feel lighter. “Then enjoy it,” Vox said quietly, his voice filled with warmth. “I can’t imagine a better Halloween than this one, seeing you this happy.”

Charlie smiled fondly at Vox's and her father's interaction, watching them with warmth in her eyes before turning back to Valentino and Alastor, who had stepped inside hand in hand.

“So, over here’s the dance floor,” she said, leading them to a spacious area adorned with flickering jack-o’-lanterns and fake cobwebs. “And we’ve got a few different drinks set up. There’s something smoky, something sweet, and, of course, something... a little more intense.”

Alastor’s eyes lit up as he took in the carefully arranged tables, and he gave Charlie an approving nod. “My, my, you’ve outdone yourself, Miss Morningstar. Quite the spread you’ve got here. I couldn't have done it better.”

Charlie blushed, clearly thrilled at Alastor's approval. “Thanks, Alastor! And you two look fantastic. I mean, really! Cruella and Lady Tremaine?” She gave a playful smile, “Absolutely villainous. Though... I wasn't aware that you knew who they are, Al.”

Valentino chuckled, smoothing the fur on his Cruella coat. “Only the best for a night like this.” His arm remained looped with Alastors. "though I had to rather force those films onto him" he added, pulling Alastor a little closer and to Charlie's suprise, Alastor didn't even protest. With a smile on her lips she left as Vaggie called out for her.

As they made their way through the Halloween crowd, Valentino nudged Alastor with an elbow, a smirk creeping onto his face. "I gotta hand it to you, cariño,” he drawled, eyeing Alastor’s Lady Tremaine costume. “You look almost as good as me in a villain’s getup.”

Alastor chuckled, a sly smile curling on his lips as he adjusted the collar of his gown. "Almost? Darling, I'm practically the embodiment of evil elegance," he replied smoothly. "And I didn’t even need to slip into stilettos to pull it off."

Val laughed, glancing down at his own black stilettos. “Oh, you wish. These things are a statement, baby. Though I gotta admit,” he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur, “I never thought I'd see you in something this... flamboyant.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, pretending to be scandalized. “Why, Valentino! Are you suggesting I’m anything less than flamboyant every day?”

Val threw his head back in laughter. “Touché. Guess I forgot who I was talking to.” He glanced at Alastor, eyes gleaming. “So, when’s the next dance? I wanna see if you’re as smooth on the floor as you are with that silver tongue.”

Alastor smirked, offering his hand with a dramatic flourish. “Shall we find out, darling?”

Val took it without hesitation, the two overlords slipping seamlessly into a waltz amid the costumed chaos around them, both too proud to let the other outshine them, and both enjoying every second of it.

[vrieseasees]

My hand slipped and it's that color spread's fault orz

[s0fter-sin]

ghost stares at the ceiling, chest heaving in a harsh pant; sweat ice on his clammy flesh and soaked into the sheet he restlessly kicks away.

ears still ringing, his fingertips blindly drift down to trail along his vivisection scar. he half-expects blood to smear in their wake. his own line of solomon, who ordered him split in twain; half of him given to a grieving mother and half left with the grieving to be.

just for both his broken halves to be rejected.

what did it make him that his mother grieved him more than she loved him? that she begged to be relieved of him more adamantly than she begged to receive him? why did his worth spill out with his drawn blood? why was his pain lesser than hers?

his hand flexes, digging into the raised scar like it’ll part beneath his fingertips to plunge into his mangled insides. no one knows the cruelty of reforming the halved; his name, his being, not nearly as important as his body when he was stripped from himself. no one knows the pain of healing and understanding losing pieces of yourself means losing your value along with them.

how many more pieces did he have to lose before he was halved once more? before his very presence incurred grief so strong it was better to be rid of him than cradle his bloodied remains?

did the infant fight himself? did he age always at odds with himself; his halves never truly whole? he hopes he wasn’t, that he was spared the loss of self; the fear that one may be welcomed over the other.

who will he lose when the inevitable comes? when he’s ripped apart again? simon? or ghost? is it better to be cursed with choice just like his mother or live with an aftermath chosen for him? does it matter if in the end, he convinces himself there was nothing of him left to lose?

his head lolls to the side and the wild buck of his chest slows. he watches johnny beside him, his face lax with the rare peace of sleep; his cheek squished against the pillow, his lips pursed as long breaths escape him.

johnny. soap. never torn asunder but two all the same.

he carefully reaches out and ghosts his fingers along the jagged scar on his chin. even in sleep, he presses into his bloodied touch. he’s never fled his half-flesh, never shies away from his gore as it spills unbidden from his cleaved torso. he holds on where his mother let him go; cups his stomach to hold his insides in place and never minds the blood that drips through his fingers.

simon will never let him become his own solomon and cannibalise himself. he will never let him question which half of him has more value; which pieces he can afford to lose before he’s cast aside.

ghost’s soap. simon’s johnny. his.

whole, in any incarnation.

[jadewritesficshere]

Y'all know those lil toy capsule machines at like arcades and pizza places? Eddie would be all over those. The adventure, the mystery, the suspense, the joy of whatever is inside!

Gets one of those temporary heart tattoos? Slaps it on his ass and asks you to help place it as he winks and shakes his behind. Fake mustache? He puts it on and adopts an accent just to make you giggle. You push him away when he tries to kiss you because the fibers are itchy. He immediately rips off the mustache so he can kiss you again.

Sticky hand? He is using it to grab quarters off the table to fling towards him. Slaps the hand against your butt and giggles at the resounding smack it makes. Slinky? He keeps tipping it over the table onto the ground until he forgot it and stepped on it, breaking it instantly.

Little rubber alien head? Sits on the dash of his van. Stickers? Sticks them in your notebooks with doodles and notes. Bouncy ball? Wayne confiscated it after it bounced into his coffee on accident.

But the most recent one?

Two giant eyes connected by a piece of plastic that make a ring. Eyes for a hand puppet. Eddie immediately placed it on his hand and started talking to his hand as if it was another person. Hearing him carry on a conversation in his regular voice, and then a high pitched squeaky voice was fun to watch.

You're showering when you hear a wolf whistle. You turn and two giant googly eyes on a hand is staring back at you. You can see Eddie's shadow through the shower curtain, but he can't actually see you. He moves his hand so it mimes the jaw dropping ," Wowza!"

You giggle as you slap at his hand," Get out!" Eddie bursts into laughter. "Can I join?" Eddie asks, moving his hand in time with his words. "No, you can't." You watch as Eddie's shoulders seem to droop. "But my boyfriend Eddie can." Eddie's hand immediately retracts and you hear the plastic eyes hit the ground followed by the sound of clothes coming off.

[tangledinink]

im just saying that some of the people on this godforsaken webbed site would probably not survive watching siblings/young children interact irl

[caesarinsalata]

Ed's face before fully processing that someone complimented him