#IF YOU COULD CALL IT THAT

[diddly-darn-ghost]

they have one of the most interesting and riveting dynamics but unfortunately this seems to be all im capable of drawing at the moment

[fallendoctor]

they're just funky lil fellas

[starthornisscratching]

Cursed Solangelo - The ugly ass groom and the ugly ass groom

Reference to this post of mine: https://www.tumblr.com/starthornisscratching/754231803240497152/the-bride-and-the-ugly-ass-groom-but-theyre-both

[space-blue]

I'm loving the Conclave trailer. Especially for its cold, distant, removed shots. People seen from far away...

And often from above. Sometimes it makes sense because we can assume it's a character's line of sight...

But often not... Often it's almost like God's view of things. Watching us from above.

So we can draw parrallels. Our MC has that godly POV sometimes, but the next we see him that way too. Watched by who?

All of this contrasts betifully with some gnarly close ups

There were also a few shots that made me smile thinking... This is a like a Wes Anderson if it weren't funny or cute, but grave and a little paranoid

All these remote shots of groups too are fantastic. There's a certain quality to them. An alienation. They're all uniformed, they're a block, a hive. And yet each has its plot. A few of the god's eye view shots are like this too. A group from above. Indistinguishable to the untrained or indifferent eye.

Truly beautiful imagery and it seems like Ralph is putting his entire pussy in this, as ever, and maybe shooting for an oscar?

Also, get a load of this:

I'm going to spend much of my winter in theatre, I can't wait. I also look forward to all the youtube essays explaining the meaning of all the red/white colouring of the film xD

[fatherless-stuff]

I had to draw these two together or I would have died!

[cryptic-underground]

I forget where I saw this, but I remember seeing a post where it goes: "I always forget that he can float," then someone responding, "Don't worry, he did too." Very funny, but it also got me thinking. Why is Mac able to float in episode nine, but not in the later season three episode when it made no sense why he shouldn't.

For context, these are the two moments I'm referring to:

So my brain got to thinking, as a brain does, and came up with something that makes sense.

I believe that Macaque's ability to float is related to his shadow ability. Because how he starts floating isn't like he, from what I remember, him lifting himself in the air and then leaning into a sitting position. It looks like he's being prompted up by a force. Which I'm figuring is him using his own shadow to hold himself up, rather than levitating. And that could explain why he couldn't float when he fell off the ship, since 1. He was taken by surprise, and 2. He couldn't lean on his own shadow to float because he was falling through the air.

This may be a convoluted explanation to him floating and could honestly not make sense at all, but I thought it was an interesting enough idea to consider. It could really just be a stylistic choice, and Mac falling could've been to fit the plot they wanted; though I doubt the latter based on the rest of the show's writing.

[malet-depressive-psychosis]

Drew a baldi bcs I got bored

[sweeneydino]

You can tell I was doing this sleep-deprived.

[wazzappp]

Could not stop thinking about this post. Take this nonsense from me.

[goldensunset]

i’m so glad that my *checks notes* 66 days of patience and curiosity as to what this item was have finally paid off!

[escape2plasticbeach]

a sabi for my bff!!!!!!! @sabi-rust !!

[mesukohi]

A Crochet made of Blades

Summary:

Knives saved you from the cruel hands of humanity. You are not sure what his purpose is or why he did it, but after learning about his special day, you wanted to thank him with a small gift.

Note: A little Knives fluff if you squint hard enough (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

The sounds created by Knives's grand piano echoed through the halls, the song pristine on your ears that it almost always lulled you to sleep. You are not sure what the title of this symphony is, if it has one, nor if its melody is even comprehensible to the mind of a mere human being but hearing it was something you look forward to ever since he took you from your hometown.

It was years ago. Maybe three or so. Time is difficult to grasp when you are inside a building without many windows, and it also doesn't help that you don't have the freedom to see the outside world often, not unless there is an order or permission. Still, you are thankful of him. To many, he may be a ruthless killer- a villain that is beyond redemption. He has slaughtered hundreds- maybe thousands of humans and took their plants- a source of life that is significant at every city in Noman's land. However, to you, he is a nothing but a savior. The red stain that once painted his pale skin- blood that belonged to your former owners- was a sight that is gratefully engraved in the depths of mind. The thought made you chuckle. Perhaps you are crazy. Anyone who witnesses a murder would be thinking the other way around but you already have lost your faith in humanity long ago that caring for other people's wellbeing is none of your concern anymore. You just need to survive. And to survive is to focus on yourself and what's good for you.

Perhaps that's why he spared you.

You are a survivor.

The bruises that decorated your body and the broken bones told him so. The relief he saw in your eyes as he allowed you to defile the bodies of your abusers showed him that you are different- perhaps special- and could be of use.

And he was right. He always is. You were loyal. You did everything as he told. You supported his cause. You betrayed your fellow humans for him because you believe in him and his ideals.

Humans are selfish creatures. They will take advantage of anyone and anything that could give them the upper hand. May it be a lost girl with no one to confide to or a plant with limited energy. It is in their nature to make use and destroy.

And you want to thank him for waking you to this mentality. You fumbled on your gift, hands trembling as you walked closer to your destination. Every note leaving his piano grows louder at each step you take until you reached the threshold to his lair. You have been to this room before, the rare times when he allowed you to accompany him or humored you onto listening to his symphonies, yet still, you couldn't help but sigh in awe everytime you see the planetarium like crevice. The ceiling was made of glass, showing the outside sky that is currently painted with strokes of purple and orange. Every wall seemed to be made of precious metals, the lights only making them look gold, sterile, and immaculate. There wasn't any furniture at bay, not like he needed any. It was just him, his piano and the seat that accompanied it.

Seeing that you were distracted by the scenery, you didn't notice how the melody bouncing against the walls has already stopped, a chill running on your spine when you heard Knives spoke, back turned to you, his long fingers still pressed against the keys.

"What brings you here?"

His voice was cold, emotionless. Anyone would have been running for the hills upon hearing this but you were too blinded with dedication to even care. Still, your heart began a nervous beat, knowing how unpredictable this plant- man can be.

"You have one chance. Tell me what's so important that you have decided to consume my precious time" he reiterated, not even bothering to look at you.

"I...." Suddenly, you couldn't find your tongue. All the confidence that brought you to where you stand is gone and fading on the wind. Even though your loyalty is absolute for this man, you couldn't help but be afraid of him. He is after all "Millions Knives" an independent who seeks the end of humans such as yourself.

"F-forgive me for intruding Master Knives, It's just that..." You fumbled at the gift you are hiding behind your back, finally gaining the courage to speak. Perhaps being direct on what your purpose is would calm him a bit "The doctor told me that today is a special day for you. To be honest, I never knew how independent plants like you are created- if you are even born or artificially made but, I learned that today is your birthday so I have you this"

You shyly presented your gift. It is a crocheted scarf, the same color as his cloak. You have worked on this gift for a month, maybe two, your hands trembling from remaking it over and over especially when you see even the tiniest bit of imperfections because you want it to be perfect for him. A perfect gift for a perfect being.

"I know material things does not matter to you, but I am looking forward into giving you an offering for everything that you have done for me. I don't really have enough money to buy you anything of good quality or extravagant so I thought It would be best to just give you something that is handcrafted... e-even though it is created by the hands of a human like myself" You whispered the last part, knowing that it is the ultimate flaw of your gift.

He finally turns on his seat, one hand still pressed on the piano as his piercing blue eyes scanned your face and down to the scarf in you hands. His gazed was filled with curiosity, the palm that once settled in the keys of his favorite instrument now raising to be placed in front of him. He didn't speak, but his gesture suggested that he wanted to look at the item closer- so walk closer you did, feet dragging nervously against the floor until you were five steps near him. You slowly placed the scarf on his hand, not wanting to move brashly or perhaps excitedly at his presence now that he seems interested on your gift.

Immediately, he examined the cloth, assessing and feeling the softness of the material. One of his brows raises slightly, one that you couldn't interpret wether it's from amusement or critique. The slight tug of his lips suggested the former though, his irises now finding yours.

"This is impressive work coming from a mere human's hand" he praised, and you couldn't help but smile despite his somehow condescending tone.

"T-thank you, Master Knives" you replied, now playing with your fingers shyly. Your right eye twitches at the action, a painful sensation enveloping your digits as you grazed one of the many cuts that you received from making the scarf.

This reaction does not escape Knives as his vision drags on the level of your waist where your hands played clumsily. You noticed his stare and immediately hid them behind your back, smiling awkwardly as an excuse.

He squints at you, the expression showing suspicion and inquisitiveness at the same time. After folding the scarf neatly, he placed it atop his beloved piano before turning back at you, repeating the same gesture he did earlier when he wanted to examine your gift.

Your eyes widen. This the first time he has initiated to touch you. In the three years that you had followed and served him, never did he even stood five feet close to you. You were wondering why he have decided to all of a sudden, and you are more than sure that it is not just because you have given him an offering. Still, you remained unmoved. If you were to be honest, showing him your wounds is embarrassing for you since it symbolizes your struggle. How something so simple to create has defeated you before you could perfect it. How something so trivial for a being like knives who can create anything with a snap of his finger, was weeks of hard labor for you. Your gaze was fixed on the floor, now realizing how idiotic this whole ordeal was. Knives didn't need a gift. He doesn't need anything from you.

"Show me your hands, human" he finally spoke, tone filled with impatience. You finally looked at him, the command in his voice forcing you to obey.

Swallowing dry, you slowly placed your hands against his, revealing its state. There lies old and new stabs on your digits from when you struggled to use the pin, a couple of band aids hiding the fresher ones as well as a few spots of calluses from where you pressed too hard. He stared at those imperfections, clearly amused, until you felt one of his nails drag lazily into one of your wounds, scratching and digging at the scab until it opened and showed the insides of your skin. Blood seeped and painted a thin line of red across your palm, the fluid reaching the center and pooling there, mimicking a small piece of ruby. You couldn't help but huff at the pain his ministration caused, teeth biting your lower lip as he looked up at you from where he sat, gaze filled with mischief.

"I have to say, even though I loathed humans like yourself for your selfish, destructive capabilities, there is one unique trait in your kind that has slightly earned my curiosity" he admitted, voice in between apathy and admiration.

"May I know what is it, Master knives?" you asked, genuinely intrigued.

"It is how you exert effort when something is in line with your wants. Whether if that want is dedicated to creating or causing destruction. It is... quite appealing how you lust for achievement even if it can lead to your own felling"

Your mouth hung open, incredulous. This is the first time that you heard him express anything remotely positive regarding your kind despite his nonchalant way of speaking.

"I-Im..." you stammered, not entirely sure whether you should add to his thoughts or not. His eyebrows raised with perplexity, prompting you to continue "I don't think you can say that any creature is truly alive if they don't have anything they want to achieve, Master. If they do, they'd be as stagnant as a pond on a desert. Every creature has their own individual desires. The only difference is the weight of effort they use to achieve it or if they have the strength to cross the thin line that leads for that effort to be considered a sacrifice"

He seemed to approve of your answer, one thumb drawing lazy circles on your skin, his gaze never leaving you. A rosey tint decorates your cheeks, almost mimicking the blood on your palms as he slowly released it, your hands finding its way to your chest to feel the queasy beat of your heart. You were confused. All these years of blindly serving under Knives's command, you never quite felt like this. It is a strange feeling. It is as though butterflies had begun flying inside your stomach, your throat dry as he turned towards his piano again- not to play a piece but to place his fingers atop the sitting scarf, looking satisfied to say the least.

"I appreciate your gift. It's been so long since anyone has attempted to show gratitude of my existence" he admitted, looking as if he is deep in thought.

A deafening silence ensues and you stood there, nailed to your feet, processing the new found feelings drumming in your chest. When he started playing the piano once again, you contemplated wether he wants you to stay and listen or that you are already dismissed. You thought of the latter to be the clearer option and gave him a small bow before turning on your heels to leave. Your breath is heavy, but at least today is a success. You were able to show him gratitude like you've planned, a giddy smile painting your lips--- that is until he spoke once again.

"Your heart is beating faster than normal" he stated, a matter of fact.

You stopped on your tracks, wanting to slap yourself. Knives physically appears to be human- maybe a little bit more ethereal looking- but sometimes you forget that he's not just a man but a being graced by whoever created the universe and that he has the ability to sense what ordinary humans cannot.

"If there is something bothering you, tell me so. Take it as a reward for the little offering you have given me today" he proposed, as he continued to produce melodies with his fingers.

This is one of the rare occasions that he wants to talk to you. At the times that he did, it is to ramble about his plans or to brief you about a task that he wants you to execute. However, today, he seems to want to humor you- the human side of you- and the wonder that comes with it.

"Have you... ever celebrated your birthdays before, Master Knives?" you asked, not only because you are genuinely curious, but also to deflect the topic of whatever is happening currently to your heart.

He stops playing. You were familiar enough of the piece to know that he halted just three notes before the chorus. His head turns to you, his mood appearing more pleasant than earlier.

"Once. But that was a long time ago to even consider" he chuckled lightly, looking as though he was reminiscing a distant memory "With how everything is- the execution of my ideals and all- something such as the celebration of my creation does not seem to be of importance. I don't have the time or the company for it. However... It would seem that has recently changed"

He gave you a simper. Although this time, it appears to have a different meaning. You could compare it to the smirks men gave you back in your hometown. An expression that implies teasing? Maybe interest? You are not sure. It's not as if you have the time to understand it back then. A whip on your back from your former owner would be the result if you ever indulged on such attention. Nevertheless, you couldn't help but feel a heat travel to your cheeks. The butterflies are back again and there is this overwhelming of feeling... Shyness? Yes, its definitely shyness. It's as though you feel bare in front of him- vulnerable even- like you're suddenly concerned of the expressions that you show him, how your face look or if your hair is in place.

You attention was back to him when you saw him crook his head to the side. He is waiting a reply from you, and instinctively, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

"T-then I promise that from now on, I will celebrate it for you! You are a grace to this world Master Knives. To your brother and your sisters. You are the light that gave us hope, even to a lowly human like myself. You can expect a gift from me every year. I will try my hardest to offer you the best!"

Your breathing was labored like your brain is floating in the clouds- a pleasant kind of high that will definitely have you addicted.

"You really think so highly of me?" he asked, smirk getting wider "I must admit, it feels good to have someone see me as such despite knowing that your fellow humans sees otherwise"

"What they think does not matter when they will be six feet underground soon" you spewed, voice filled with disdain "What matters most is how we, your loyal followers sees you. And I see you as my saviour Master Knives... Nothing will ever change that"

"Nothing you say?"

In a heartbeat, you saw a flash of light and heard the sounds of metal hitting against metal. Knives has stood up and is infront of you, looming down like a predator cornering his prey. You could feel his breath from how close he was, his scent- sweat, sand and sandalwood- fills your nose. Your eyes widens in reflex, not just because of the close proximity but because he has summoned his blades, their tips surrounding you similar to guns being aimed and ready to shoot.

"I saved your life. I own it and I could take it anytime I want" he dictated, one vine of razors making it's way to your throat and another encircling your waist. "You lowly humans think highly of anyone that you owe favors to. All these years, you have betrayed your kind, slaughtered on my behalf and harmed numerous cities. How can I be sure that a traitorous human like yourself will never turn back at me?"

One of his blades presses at the skin of your neck, drawing blood. You huffed at the sensation, irises never leaving his as you spoke.

"The day you took me from the abusive hands of my brethren was the day I officially thought of myself as a living being. You took me in, gave me a purpose and with that, I will support you until the day that your ideals came true" you enunciated, praising yourself inwardly for not stuttering "You can take my life at any time you want Master Knives, but please do know that I am prepared to offer all my time and strength for your cause. Giving me an early grave would set aside the things that I could have possibly contributed... " You bit your lip, somehow afraid of your next proposal "...perhaps I can show my undying loyalty by offering an arm or a leg instead?"

He leers at you, ice like orbs shining with amusement as the corners of his lips tugged into a impish smile. Somehow, despite clearly seeing his angelic features, you felt a cold chill climbing your spine.

"Close your eyes" he commanded.

And you did as you were told. You heard his blades move, the sounds comparable to a haunting lullaby to your ears. Millions of thoughts were running on your mind, distracting you from the inevitable pain that has to come. Briefly, you wondered wether the doctor will give you a prosthesis after this. Surely, carrying out tasks would be difficult with a missing limb.

And when you felt one of his blades hover against your right arm, you sucked in a deep breath. This will be extremely painful, your fingers trembling to at least have a leverage to hold on to. There is no furniture nearby and holding on to Knives's himself would probably cause you your neck as well. Thus, you took the most convenient path and bit the insides of your lips, prepared to feel your flesh and bones snap.

But it didn't came.

Instead, what you felt was a hand being placed on your cheek, your master's breath fanning your face as you peeked at him from beneath your lashes, his face merely centimeters from yours. Your eyes widens in surprise. He has initiated to touch you and hasn't let go even after a minute has passed. He appears to be observing you, a pleased expression crossing his visage as you looked at him with so much confusion. Still, you couldn't help but flush. Your heart has begun to beat faster again, the bashful feeling from inside you is back with a vengeance as your gaze lowered towards anywhere but Knives.

"Master, I----"

"I can't believe a pitiful human like yourself would have the strength to show me dedication like this.. I'm blessed to have met you" he cuts you off.

By this time, you're sure that you'd have to pick your jaw from the floor. He has directly praised you. Something he never did even to the doctor or Legato.

"T-thank you, Master Knives" you stammered, completely grateful from hearing his words.

He makes a contented hum, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he decided to let go, the place where he touched you now leaving a burning sensation on its wake. You watched him as he sat in front of his piano once again, fingers beginning to press it's keys as a satisfied smile lifted his lips.

"I appreciate your actions today Y/n. I am looking forward for what you have to offer next" he said, eyeing you playfully from his periphery "You're dismissed. I will call you when I need you... Something I assure you that will happen quite often"

There was a deep sultry tone when he spoke of the last sentence, a melody that has waked goosebumps on you more than the piece he is playing. With a bow, you left his lair, the widest smile fixed on your lips as you walked through the halls back to your room, wondering what kind of gift you would give him the very next year.

[raywhite28]

ummm... yeah...

[ven-finn]

I haven’t been drawing much recently. This world is a lot to process

[fatherless-stuff]

I had to do this... or else I wouldn't be able to sleep... I know it's a mess. It was a lot prettier in my head ...

[one-sad-pancake]

Some stray dogs