#I think I need a second to process this

[valyvinny]

I knew Caleb’s storyline was going to be dark but HOLY SHIT. I am shook??? He’s so yandere. This man is POSSESSIVE and OBSESSIVE over MC. Definitely not the Caleb before the blast. I personally have always had a soft spot for morally grey characters. Like Guy Fawkes from V for Vendetta, Jin Sakai and Vincenzo are some of my favorite characters of all time. But I’m still reeling from the new main story chapters. Ngl he’s was scarryyyyyy. The trailers hinted at some more darker themes but WOWWW. I’m kind of impressed that infold delved straight into a true yandere trope. I love myself a good dark romance, so I’m interested to see how this plays out and how Caleb’s storyline will advance. But my guy is unhingedddd.

edit: I MEANT V FROM V FOR VENDETTA

[lizardbrainlabs]

Your interpretation of Hector talking with Bauhauzzo post-game (if you can see that happening) would be neat!!

oh the horrors of knowing no one can fix the problem except for you

[lemongogo]

dungeon lord marcille ft. timelapse

[tekitothemagpie]

My sun 😔🤲🏼

[sydmarch]

i don't even remember where the screencap i used for this study is from i've had it saved in my potential references folder for so long.

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[deliriousblue]

THE HEART KILLERS (2024) episode three

[hellsquills]

A thought: Stan wasn't a booksmart kid, but he was great at reasoning. Meaning, he wouldn't understand the usual explanations or memorize definitions, because they're just a bunch of words put together. However, some things just seemed to click for whatever reason or they would just make sense all of a sudden when he gave them some thought on his own.

This is: Stan at an art history class.

“Stanley?” “Yeah?”

“Do you think you can tell me the answer?”

“I…” I don't think I could even if I knew what you're talking about. “I didn't get the question, sorry.”

“I asked, anyone knows why art movements occur? Why does art change?”

“I mean…” Don't embarrass yourself any further. They're already laughing. “No, nothing.”

“Come on, say it.”

“No, it's stupid. I don't know.”

“Stanley, I've heard a lot of different things over the years. I doubt anything you say will be stupid.”

“Well, I'm a box of surprises, what can I say.” That's it, make them laugh at your jokes, not at you.

“I insist. Go ahead, please.”

“Fine. I mean, the way I see it, it's pretty simple, isn't it? Their parents and grandparents do things a certain way, and doing the same is just more of the same boring stuff. After a while it becomes like... imposing? And art isn't meant to be imposed, 'cause there's the fun in that? So they create something new, something that will make them stand out and as different as possible from what they know. A new style of art, or writing, or… I don't know, architecture? Whatever it is to make them free.”

“…”

“Or, I don't know, maybe they are just petty. I don't know.”

“No, Stanley, you're right. That's a perfect way of explaining it.”

“… it is?”

“Yes. Art evolves because it's creation, and creation is a living thing. Just like you kids don't dress like your parents did because you find it outdated and not personal enough, right? Art evolves because people do.”

“Right.”

“That was a brilliant explanation Stanley, congratulations.”

“T-thank you.”

Stan is wide-eyed as the teacher continues explaining something. He's awoken by his brother's elbow on his side. When he turns, Ford's eyes are shining.

“Stanley, that was amazing! You nailed it!”

“I… did?”

“Yes! She said you did great! No one was laughing, they were so impressed. And so am I, that was incredible!”

“Silence over there.”

“Sorry, miss.”

Stan feels so happy that when he goes home and Stanford tells their parents about him leaving the whole class speechless with his answer, he can't stop smiling. Not even when his father mutters something about it being a stupid art class and not something actually important. He doesn't care. His brother is impressed! What the hell!

[ladyloveandjustice]

It's actually so hilariously hypocritical of Zuko to scoff at Aang when he talks about not taking revenge and not wanting to kill, when he went out of the way to try to save Zhao right after the man nearly succeeded in killing him. And also spared Zhao's life during their little Agni Kai. He repeatedly refused revenge and murder. I hope Aang finds out about it one day and gets his ass.

It honestly almost seems like he became MORE pro murder post-redemption, which is funny, but it's more like he'a pro righteous murder as long as someone else does it. Not him.

Notably he's all "Aang you have to kill my dad" but he didn't actually kill Ozai when he had the opportunity. He's all "it's the Avatar's destiny!" but come on. that was an excuse. He just didn't want to do it. Which is understandable, even though he knows Ozai deserves it, it would still be extremely traumatic for him to kill his father. So he passes it off to Aang. And then berates Aang for not wanting to kill his dad, the exact thing he didn't want to do, like a loser.

And fittingly, only time he seriously tries to murder someone was when he hired Combustion Man to kill Aang in peak desperation and even that was "someone else should do it. I don't have to be there or think about it. I didn't technically kill him someone else did"

(You can also argue that him being so passionate about helping with the righteous murder of people who were agents of the genocide is driven by a sense of guilt too, which is why he's so extra about it. It probably is. On top of that, I think he very much dragged his own mom issues into helping Katara specifically)

So yeah I also hope Aang finds out about his opportunity to kill his dad and roasts him like he deserves. Man who says murder is okay really means "it's okay if you do it".

[jesuis-assez]

↠ Tim & Lucy scenes ↳ 5x10 - The List

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash via Perola Navarro's IG Story

[lamentinglover]

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[itspileofgoodthings]

when will Catholic Instagram influencers realize they can’t “sis you are infinitely worthy” their way out of everything

[swan2swan]

I just realized that Yaz was supposed to be a red herring in the third episode.

They probably would have advertised it in weekly format as her being a spy (like we hadn't just seen Sammy sneaking around in the prior episode)...she's over there writing in her notebook, not hanging out with everyone, she was complaining in the first episode about not being able to keep her phone, she's bullying Sammy and hates being around people, didn't want to be filmed...girl was being set up!

[rawliverandgoronspice]

:D

I have finished the lineart of Thralls of Power Episode 1!!!!!!!*

🍾🥂✨

(*safe for a couple of reworks I want to do and also the end credits that I want to actually animate)

The current time for the episode is 40'19 and the current approximate number of frames I have drawn (minus a couple that are not in the actual episode, and some I have in double for Reasons, and some I haven't counted which have been done several times but I can't be arsed to do the maths right now) is 1168 frames (!!!), which, even if a lot of those are small adjustements, I AM going to pat myself on the back for because!!!! hell yeah!!!!!! heck yeah!!!!!!!!

the problem with lineart is, it's not super shareable without solid render, but have a Celebratory Messy Dorf as a bonus!!!!

(I have also finished the soundtrack EXCEPT for one track, which will be the most difficult to tackle, so !!!! oops, also my computer that can do music is dying and I need to learn a different music software but I don't have the time, so OOPS, truly Thralls has killed like, 2 different computers, maybe two and a half, insane)

[soleillunne]

「 puppetgear 」

⤷ For @scarameownya !! I had so much fun writing this so i hope you like it!

The tea set was pristine, delicate porcelain glazed in deep crimson and gold, untouched by the years of decay that clung to its owner. Niko—Coviello—poured with practiced grace, mechanical fingers steady despite the wear and tear on his body. The liquid swirled, releasing an aroma of jasmine and something darker, something Scaramouche couldn't quite name.

"You don't have to drink if you don't want to," Niko said, his voice as soft as ever, as if he was always speaking at a wake. "But I remember you enjoy tea. I thought it might be a comfort."

Scaramouche scoffed, arms crossed as he leaned back into the velvet chair. "You say that every time."

"And yet you always drink."

Clicking his tongue, Scaramouche grabbed the cup, bringing it to his lips with an exaggerated air of reluctance. It was good, infuriatingly so. The warmth seeped into him, loosening something in his chest he refused to acknowledge.

Silence stretched between them, filled only by the soft clinking of porcelain and the hum of machinery embedded within Niko's frame. Scaramouche hated that sound—hated what it stood for. Hated that Niko had thrown away so much of himself in the pursuit of power, all for the sake of protecting others. And yet, here he was, playing host, comforting, nurturing, like it was second nature. Like he hadn't torn himself apart for it.

The weight of it was unbearable.

"Stop it."

Niko’s movements stilled. He tilted his head, his expression unreadable yet hauntingly gentle. "Stop what?"

"This." Scaramouche gestured vaguely, frustration bleeding into his tone. "Stop putting all this pressure on yourself. You take care of everyone else—these brats, the elderly, even those walking disasters you call coworkers. And me."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "I never asked you to. I don’t need you to. Let me take the charge for once, for fuck’s sake."

For the first time in their long, strange acquaintance, Niko didn't have an immediate reply. His lips parted, then closed, as if he were searching for words that refused to come. His fingers twitched, gripping the edges of his sleeves. And then—

A tear fell.

Scaramouche's breath hitched.

Niko’s eyes widened in muted surprise, as if even he hadn’t realized it. His hands moved in frantic repetition, swiping at his face over and over again, as though he could undo it, erase the evidence. His voice wavered, cracking with something raw.

"I—I didn’t mean to—"

Scaramouche clicked his tongue, reaching out before he could stop himself. His fingers caught Niko’s wrist mid-motion, halting his trembling hands.

"Don’t," he muttered. "Don’t wipe them away. Just let it be."

A silence heavier than any before settled between them. Niko stared at him, unreadable yet vulnerable in a way Scaramouche had never seen before. It felt like looking into a mirror warped by time—two people who had broken themselves apart for different reasons, unable to stop, unable to turn back.

And in that moment, Scaramouche understood what Niko had been trying to do all along. Why he kept reaching out, why he spoke in that maddeningly soft tone, why he never stopped. Because he knew. He had always known.

Scaramouche let out a sharp exhale, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Don’t get used to this, Coviello."

Niko laughed, a quiet, breathy thing, and for once, it didn't sound like mourning.

"I won’t," he lied.

@soleillunne 2025. | do not re-upload, copy, translate, etc. my works on any form of media.

[b-blushes]

sooooooooo amazing when you can solve your problems by 'thinking about them' instead of 'feeling overwhelmed by them so refusing to look at them and then the fear grows'. my awesome skills 👍