#I'll probably come back eventually

[howly]

headcanon: the boring perfect self control vampire bella thinks she has is a LIE and at one point she caught human scent mid-hunt and snapped. it made her so wild she had to be restrained to the point where things got ugly

i know edward would never dare to do it and meyer would never dare write it and in canon newborn vamp bella would be far stronger than him...

actually. you know who would be stronger than one young vampire? two old vampires. and who would act practical in a critical situation? emmett

imagine edward and bella heading out for a hunt and emmett being like "do you guys mind if i tag along? i feel like snacking". bella's a little mad at the prospect of suddenly having a third wheel (homegirl wasn't planning on just. hunting) but alice gets a weird hunch and goes "no, no, em should go with you" ok nostradamus. he's going.

fast forward they're in the mountain. bella finds having emmett third-wheeling is not half bad. in emmett's head, lowkey it's bella who's the third wheel after so many decades of him hunting together with edward. but nevertheless, it's so fun with her around. all is good until they catch the scent of an entire group of friends hiking just a couple of miles from here, away from all civilization. emmett and edward stop in their tracks, ready to turn around. bella, her guard down, loses it and stars running towards the group, so they have no choice but to charge at her. while strugging to keep her in place, they try to talk her down but she doesn't listen. she doesn't care, she's strong enough to fight them off, and she fights and claws and hisses and breaks bones of whoever gets in her way because there are so many pulses just a few minutes' run away from her and their scent is so sweet and burning and calling, calling, calling to her

while struggling to restrain her, emmett grunts "we have to disarm her". edward catches the image in his head and shouts "no! you can't literally disarm bella!". well, how the hell do you expect us to stop her from massacring all those hikers? we'll just put her back together afterwards. duh!, emmett thinks, and knows he has to act fast so he goes in while bella's busy yanking away from edward's grip and tears off a limb. or two. all 3 of them may or may not be screaming.

a few moments later edward's pinning bella to the ground, holding her face between his palms, forcing her to look at him. her thrashing is not so effective with limited body parts. part of him wants to yell at emmett but that's kind of low priority. he's holding on to the last of his composure while he looks down at bella's feral expression and chants 'baby. i'm so sorry but i'll give you your leg back after you calm down a bit. i won't be able to outrun you if you go chasing after those people now. please calm down. i love you. hold your breath'

just then she listens, stops breathing and her vision refocuses. for the first time she realizes she was on her way to slaughter a bunch of strangers and she broke the arm of the man she loves at least three times when he tried to stop her. she wants to open her mouth and apologize but that will require her to breathe and possibly go crazy with thirst again. so she stares back at edward's panicked eyes and nods at him, her own red eyes just as full of terror.

then she looks over his shoulder and sees emmett waving her severed leg in the air like it's a baseball bat. "hey, did you know that rose wears the same shoe size?"

[mildmayfoxe]

LOW STOCK ALERT!!! 🗣️🗣️ got ten or less of each of these bad boys and can't guarantee if or when they'll be comin back. get em while the gettin's good: click

[itsdefinitely]

Definitely, can you pretty please go into depth about the MC outfits because I would LOVE to hear that /gen

WOOHOO!! YIPPEE!! DANCING AROUND MY LITTLE CORNER FULL OF RED TAPE AND MADNESS!!

gonna start in no particular order

TINKY COSTUME my beloved and beloathed (the colors fucked me up). to be honest most of it is pretty obvious. the maze design on the sleeves and the box on the shirt is meant to represent the bastard's box, but i imagine that box glowing in the game. for important plot or something. i just want the box to glow. the pants are pretty much directly because i wanted to give the MC boots (i didn't draw shoes because hell if i was gonna design six good looking pairs of shoes) and they fit in with the pattern on the sleeves + the overall steampunk-ish vibe tinky has. the outfit itself wasn't really steampunky or yellow, but these outfits were made to compliment the lord, so rather than two engineers, it's like a mad scientist and his loyal lab rat. so something that would be easy to move around in

and now is a good a time as any to mention this. all of the outfits were made with the CoTSC designing them in mind, which is why they look all different, because i feel like the church has different views on how each lord wants to be treated. like they're pretty sure nibbly is good with things being more modern, but wiggly and pokey would be more "traditional" i guess. the church is just convinced some of them need to be held to the same standard they were given decades ago

anyway. blinky. the whole thing with the blindfold is that the CoTSC thinks you're not meant to look at blinky. blinky actually doesn't care whether you look at him or not, but there's this air of "you're not supposed to do this" when the MC tries to take the blindfold off. the eye button-thing was very fun for me to think about because i saw this button a while ago that was the pupil as the button, and i've been trying to incorporate it into something ever since. the pants are more of a stylistic choice than anything, so interpret it how you will

nibbly's costume was actually so fun for me to draw. i wanted it to look like something out of a fucked-up twisted willy wonka. the base for the top is really similar to tinky's but that's fine because they probably all steal something from the others. tinky's costume steals the specific yellow from blinky's costume, who steals the midsection part from pokey's costume, who steals the whole robe thing from wiggly's costume. also there's no cape or flowy thing for nibbly's costume because if the MC failed i don't think the CoTSC would want nibbly mad at them for having to chew extra fabric. also you need to be able to run without tripping over yourself if you try to escape him :]

pokey's costume was also really fun. obviously the grey, blue, and the cracks (it's also supoosed to be lightning!) are from his canon design, but the glasses are because i wanted something on the MC's face like the mask. it couldn't be another mask because pokey would get offended by that i think, and sunglasses are in the superstar/thespian ballpark. this costume also has the most stars on it (they go all the way around the hem of the robe) because of pokey's connection to space

finally, wiggly's costume. this is the one i think i have the most to talk about. first and foremost: there's a full black outfit under the robe. the fingerless gloves and pants are actually one jumpsuit, like president howard's suit in black friday. the collar thing is connected to the cape, which is split into six parts to be kind of like wiggly's tentacles. the fluffy collar is meant to be like the doll's fur. the whole thing is meant to keep the MC insulated, because i imagine the temperature drops whenever a lord is around, and especially when THE lord in black shows up. all of the sniggles (+ blinky) have fur, so they've probably had to adapt to the cold. now that i'm thinking about it, the CoTSC aren't that antagonistic in the costume design process. they cater to both the lords and the MC's needs, or whatever they think those needs are. like i said before, wiggly's costume is meant to be more "traditional", like the robes they wear. this costume is similar to what they'd put you in before sacrificing you

thanks for coming to my braindump

[fluffypotatey]

Monkie Destiny Challenge 2024 Day 2

thanks to this new prompt list from @lunar-wandering, i was able to complete the second half of this ficlet!!!! took me a year :) but i did it :D tournament au we are so back (we're not)

prompt: Shadow//Light

words: 1038

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There have been a few times when Macaque remembers waking up into the unknown. One of those was dying. The dark shadows that hung over the blue lights, almost like you were being watched, was not a fun experience. Another was after Macaque was raised from the dead with a sealed contract bound to his soul. Cold veins slowly growing warm, whole stiff muscles almost seemed to defrost after being motionless for centuries.

The third time was actually his first: waking up in a strange house with some weirdo monkey watching over him. Sun Wukong, his first friend. He had asked Macaque what his deal was, golden eyes pensive with his body sat in forced relaxation. Macaque told him to shove it, they fought, and were best friends ever since. Until he died, of course.

But that’s besides the point. The actual point was finding out where he was currently, and why he woke up in a square stone room. There were only a couple torches that hung on the walls, so light was scarce. No blue flames, though, so it was a plus. Somewhat. Not to mention the scarce light meant he was surrounded in mostly shadow

Whoever seemed to have brought him here had very poor insight on him it seems. Very poor insight. Unless…

Macaque attempted to summon a shadow clone. Immediately, the room darkened and gave off a purplish glow. This, of course, was simply step one in summoning a shadow and took little to no effort at all. Actually, getting that fucker off the wall? 

“What the–?” Macaque grunted as the shadow resisted his call. Trying again, only made the shadow resist harder. 

Macaque stopped himself after the third attempt, the room’s light returning once more. If he had pushed the shadow even further, his situation would have gotten worse than just being stuck in an abandoned room. While Macaque likes to consider himself the Master of Shadows, he will never be fully in control of them. If he pushes them too hard, they could swallow him whole, and he wasn’t so keen on that option. At all.

Checking himself for any seals, Macaque found nothing, so whoever trapped him was self-assured enough that Macaque wouldn’t have enough power to escape swiftly. Which he didn’t, currently. Actually, Macaque was completely drained of all magic power. All that was left was his lifeforce which he couldn’t use because of…reasons (the necromantic kind, if you catch his drift).

So, essentially, Macaque’s magic was useless. Can’t-even-summon-his-cudgel kind of useless. How wonderful. How perfect. 

Stupendous.

It felt weird not being able to wield his weapon in such an unfamiliar place. He felt vulnerable, left open, outcasted, abandoned. Macaque hated it.

-

There’s a kind of insanity that comes with being cooped up in a room you cannot escape no matter how hard you try. The continuous pull on the shadows, the drag of exhaustion that enters after each use of your already drained magic. Macaque wondered when the decay would start up again. His magic was the only thing keeping it at bay.

“This is a terrible place to die,” he muttered, tail flicking to and fro behind him while he laid on the makeshift bed of blankets and sheets. “And boring.”

As if being challenged, the side wall to Macaque’s right bursted open, chunks of stone and dust clouds covering the room. More light even poured in, showing the empty and chalky yellow room for what it was.

Maybe the universe can be kind.

“You know,” said an eerily familiar voice through the dust cloud, “I am getting real sick and tired of being incapacitated like it's nothing. You’d think with my reputation, people would stop. Doing it.”

And the universe was back to being a cruel little shit.

“Maybe it’s because you have a tendency to piss everyone off.”

Wukong’s silhouette came to view as Macaque turned his head to the giant hole in the wall. It shifted in response to Macaque’s voice and he heard the monkey scoff. There was a touch of something— Macaque wasn’t sure how to describe it but relief was not one he wished to consider— as the Monkey King stepped through the new entryway, his fur covered in dust and pebbles.

“You threaten a dragon one time”—

“It was three if I recall.”

“You threaten a dragon one time”—

“Oh we’re sticking with one?”

“I could just leave you here.”

“And what would the kid say?” Macaque was unafraid to use Wukong’s attachment to MK as his ace. Sure, the two agreed to reach a consensus of a truce, but nothing was said about continuing to be petty. “Think he’d be okay with you leaving me for dead?”

“Wouldn’t need to,” the monkey huffed, stomping his foot as well (Macaque could not suppress the smirk even if he tried). “You’re dead as is. Basically a walking corpse who got off lucky, yeah.”

“And the Honorable Monkey King’s kindness knows no bounds!”

“YOU–! You wouldn’t know honor if it bit you in the ass!”

“I’m just not a huge fan of being bitten in the ass, frankly.” He shrugged. “But I won’t judge. Living a long time can lead to certain discoveries.”

Wukong choked, stammered, then stomped in a circle sputtering inteligible rants or curses to Macaque. The stone floors trembled and some of the loose bricks from the side wall fell in congruent to the stomping.

“See if I try and free you again!”

Ah, Wukong was back to speaking coherently. 

“Not like I even meant to. Do you have any idea how many walls I’ve punched through? A lot. If you even care.”

Nevermind, this was worse. Macaque really hoped he found MK soon so there'd be at least some kind of buffer.

“Oh and some weird smoke guy decided to taunt me in my face as if that was a smart thing to do. When I get my hands on that little shit!”

“I thought he was made of smoke. So, you know, that would be hard.”

Wukong’s tail twitched. “I would find a way.”

Or maybe the universe could just kill him now. Yeah, Macaque won’t even be mad. Just strike him down and end his suffering.

[phioneplatinum]

some harmoknight headcanons i have!! this isn't all of them, but here's some for lyra and tempo!!

Lyra

Lives in Symphony City, near the exit close to Calypso Beach and the Tori Gate.

Ever since she was younger, she always wanted to protect the people she cared for most. This was her main drive to eventually become a soldier of Melodia.

She mainly patrolled Calypso Beach before the Noizoids struck, but after they did, she found herself patrolling Rock Range and Marching Hills more.

She sometimes gets into small fights with Tyko, but thankfully they simmer down before they get any worse…

Has a weakness for sweets.

Tempo

Doesn't like talking much. However, he feels comfortable talking to Woodwin and Tappy. Maybe if enough time passes, the same will go for Lyra, Tyko, Cymbi, and Ariana...?

Has a big Allegro plush in his room thanks to Octarina. Sometimes, he's even seen sleeping while hugging the thing…

Sees his mentor as a [grand]father figure of sorts.

He visits his friends quite often! Sometimes they all get together in his house to have fun :D

Can be seen drawing sometimes. His art isn't the greatest, but they're charming enough to make you smile!

Despite saving the world, he still does training. Can't have his skills growing rusty!

Doesn't like going to Baroque Volcano. You know why.

[viioledea]

[the-narwhals-awaken]

Bloody Hearts Bingo Day 12

Prompt: Smile, General | Sunshine smile/smile like sunshine

Kisuke let his breathing slow. Despite what many people thought, the main part of his soulscape- the 'welcoming hall', so to speak- was not a charnel house. It was not a laboratory, or a killing field, or a mirror of a place he'd ever been as an adult.

The part he was currently sitting in, kneeling in front of a tea-table, was a noble's recieving hall, every aspect perfected and made of exquisite quality materials. Even the Great Noble Houses- the ones still in prominence, at least- could not boast of such quality, but Benihime would settle for nothing less in her domain, especially in the parts of it that outsiders were permitted to step within. Many presumed much, but those who stepped in the realm of the Crimson Princess were reminded very directly that her title came with weight.

Kisuke poured two cups of tea- one for him, one for his princess. Benihime knelt across from him, her usual layers of immaculate robes slimmed down to two worn over an almost-sheer red dress. Still, she looked the royalty that he pretended not to be. "It will be war."

He nodded, taking a sip of his tea. It was a blend he never shared- tasting far too much like blood for others to be pleased, but the iron tang settled the part of him made for killing. "First Aizen, then onii-san, then chichi-ue." Names had power, and he would not forget who they were to him. "It will be slow to end."

"You will prepare them," she said, relentless as the tide, "they are ours and everyone who sees them will know."

"They will be safer if it is not immediately obvious that they are ours," he countered, watching as she took her own long sip, "if only to allow for people to underestimate them."

She shrugged. "They are young- they will be underestimated. Mark them and make sure they know whose they are- they will kneel happily at our feet and all shall know who we are." The one downside of Benihime's viciousness was a significant distaste for concealing their power and ability to the degree Kisuke preferred to work at. It was a fair point- he often made himself seem a fool for no reason, preferring to be mocked than feared, while she would rather be feared for what they were than mocked for what they were not.

Kisuke had to force the image out of his head. The thought of any of them- strong and clever and growing more so by the day- going to their knees willingly, happily, was intoxicating, and he could not be distracted while planning. "They will lose trust, lose chances- too many people hate me for association to be safe."

Benihime smiled like the sun- sharp and unrelenting, impossible to ignore and just as able to bring things to life as ruin them. "Either they will keep them close because they need them or they will die, Kisa-chan. You know as well as I that you will bring them along and they will be damned because of it."

He bowed his head, acknowledging her words. "Very well. Yet we will go slow- steadily build it up, let it slide under the awareness of those who do not know to look. Let them see and yet be blind, let them have all the pieces and be unable to piece together the solution."

The smile on Benihime's face at his words reminded Kisuke that despite the way many spirits often socialized, space blurring and weaving together, Benihime had always had as much space as she'd needed. "And as for yourself?" She gestured rather pointedly to a clothing stand that appeared almost out of nowhere.

The robes that hung on it were a set that Kisuke hadn't worn since they'd been fitted. Rich and deeply embroidered, the fabrics were suited for a prince- which, despite his protestations, he was. More importantly, they were meant for a prince to go to war in, layers of silk forming armor and each thread soaked in power till it almost dripped off of it.

"Not yet, my princess," Kisuke said, averting his gaze and taking another sip of tea. "Perhaps for Chichi-ue." He stood, running his fingers along the topmost layer of fabric, then gently flicking it back to where it was stored. "Greaves, perhaps? Some form of shin guard, as well. Perhaps a chestpiece, but we'd have to adjust that to mobility and hiding well and I'd rather wait till after this next round of growth spurts finishes before we worry about something like that."

Benihime simply steered him away from the tea-table, pushing him back down to his knees in the middle of the hall, just in front of her seat- a low bench, crafted as elegantly as everything else there but almost understated despite it. "You know they'll have to find out, before this is done." It was the kindest thing she'd said all evening- just as he could be harsh, she could be gentle, though for both of them even their kindest touches were barely restrained from drawing blood.

Kisuke bowed his head and hummed acknowledgement. A weight settled on his head, and he knew what she'd done- long ago, when they were both children scrabbling for survival in the Rukongai, she'd hidden the part of him that shone with his father's power. Now she was returning it to him, ensuring that he could not hide.

A crown was a small price to pay, in the end, for the fulfillment of all his duties.

[vampirefucking]

feel free to ignore this if you're not interested in the topic but do you have an emilia perez opinion? i feel such a strong dissonance between the awful excerpts i've seen (+ ofc its whole production process) vs. how it's been welcomed by award ceremonies/some audiences

thank you for asking actually! i would love to share my opinion on it because oh, do i have one

first and foremost know that i haven't watched emilia pérez yet. and i say yet only because i know i'll end up watching it some day even if it's just for the sake of leaving a bad review. nevertheless, i have seen enough to know the basics and understand why having an opinion on this is so necessary. and my opinion is that it fucking sucks

starting with some of the most trivial, stupid points: god, most of the performances were ridiculous. selena butchered the language to the point it's obvious even to non-spanish speakers. it's painful to hear. the dialogues are so unnatural, she uses words absolutely no spanish speaker would ever use

and i need you to understand that i'm not complaining about the fact that selena has accent. like wow, english speaker has an english accent, how surprising. but i would not care much if that was the thing, it's just that you can tell that they were trying so hard but ultimately failed because it seems no one cared enough to do actual research on it so they ended up putting a lot of fucking effort into something that will do more damage than good.

i might not be mexican, but i am latina, and i speak spanish, and everything i've heard from my fellow mexican friends is that the representation of their culture is laughable and stereotype-filled. in some pieces of dialogue it's even easy to recognize that they used google translate or some equally shitty internet engine instead of actually caring about what they were doing

i think that, despite this and how much every single hispanic country–or, in reality, everyone who spends more than two seconds looking into it–has laughed and cringed at it, the reason the movie has been so wildly loved by ceremonies and the academy is because all they see is a movie with an interesting plot (because, yes, i don't doubt for a single second that whatever plot-point the movie moves around is interesting as hell), a diverse cast and a story about emotional coming-outs. and that's good, isn't it? isn't it???

there is something about this type of representation that just irks me so much. companies love to abuse the inclusivity label so much that it gets to a point where "inclusion" becomes not only a shield against criticism but also a 'free-pass' into neglecting the portrayal of other communities/cultures. this ends up on the mere point of representation being completely unreachable, because anyone who could have seen themselves represented on the characters' stories or existences will no longer be able to enjoy it because the movie itself turned out to be completely unenjoyable

i've nothing against karla sofía gascón. from what little i have seen she did make a great performance, and i'm (mostly) sure emilia's story is award-deserving, but god, the way they handled everything –as a movie, that has the type of influences a movie does– is just Not It. it's not only ridiculous but also incredibly mediocre. does more harm than it does good to any demographic it portrays. the way it's directed is shitty. it is impossible to take it seriously. you know how some movies are considered love letters to cinema? this is like, the opposite of that. whoever made this hadn't liked a single movie in their life. i hope the critics realize this or at least understand how much the audience despises it before the oscar winners come around because i've already got enough mistrust in the industry

[jinjjayo]

belated theme icon update 4 halloween. i will never stop being purple but i can at least put mood lighting on my blog

[meownotgood]

my myethos aki scale figure was finally delivered but I cannot admire him until I get off of work... the excitement... I can't handle it...

[jacksintention]

Still unwell about Rilke and PH

I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters,

the days of my life, already lived,

and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open

to another life that's wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree

rustling over a gravesite

and making real the dream

of the one its living roots

embrace:

a dream once lost

among sorrows and songs.

[kumakuma-circus]

very funny to me how i have all my p3 knowledge from fanfiction and other spoilers so i know that, like, makoto/kotone dies at the end of the game but i have no idea what happens between april and june. or between june and october-

[moe-broey]

Also I was SO fucking right about this. I was on the fucking money.

Some not even half baked like it's batter. Snippet from a daydream that I lost like immediately 🧍

[weisshapt]

new url and new icon happy dragon age summer

[you-will-return]

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[writ-in-violant]

Liam and Blake, back before the murder, and the Neath, and the multiple subsequent murders Blake has committed to try to track down the architect of murder #1