#It was a lie! (muse)

[buggachat]

something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

[l-ii-zz]

Roatrip AU arrives! ✨

[nothatsmi]

"You don't smoke." "I don't."

Haha

I am halfway through the third book, which means Andreil is becoming real and. erm- explicit, let's say.

Haha I'm going insane!!

I haven't been that obsessed with a media since The Raven Cycle (from which I still haven't recovered to be completely honest), and I'm sooo eager to draw more of the foxes!!

I probably won't have that much time since I'm coming back to school tomorrow for my last year till graduation (It's already such a rush, I predict short nights incoming)… But I'll manage to find time to draw them anyway.

I actually plan on doing an aftg series of illustrations like this one using the same format and color palette so, expect more! (if I'm not drown in work that is to say)

[fantasykiri5]

A pair of birds of prey for days 15 and 16 of @hermitadaymay !!! Definitely not a day and a half (?) late

[trashmancer]

Okay, I have to get it out of my system. The thoughts I had on what The Dragon Prince did and why, deep down, it repulses me on a profound level. (I’ve shared these thoughts elsewhere but here’s my analysis on Viren’s arc and ending in season 6.)

The season begins with Viren waking from what was teased to be death (and viewers were left thinking he died for a year). He feels free and unburdened and has hope. Maybe things can be better, maybe he can change, maybe he can fix what he has broken.

Spoiler alert: He doesn’t even get off the starting block. From there it is a descent towards despair and his self-inflicted death.

After he wakes, he encounters his bloodied daughter Claudia. This shock smacks back to reality and he sees what he has caused. He realizes the cold truth: his daughter is better off without him so he leaves her despite her cries for him to stay. It is worth noting as he leaves, he openly acknowledges it may kill him—and he doesn’t much care if it does.

He goes back home to Katolis searching for anyone to talk to. He begs to speak to King Ezran and is denied and told he deserves “no mercy.” He reaches out to his son Soren in an attempt to reconcile, to apologize, and Soren accuses Viren of trying to manipulate him. Viren realizes he will receive no help or solace here as he’d hoped, and despairs.

His feeling of hopelessness is symbolized by the show panning to a fly trapped in a spider’s web about to be consumed. The abject image of being trapped with nowhere to go except death.

Next we see him, he is alone in his cell, penning a letter of his regrets, which is not that dissimilar to one's final thoughts in a suicide note. But he reconsiders. After all, this is self-indulgent pain to burden the living, so he burns it. His last thoughts and words gone.

It isn’t much after this moment Soren tells Viren the only thing he has of value to offer is his ability to do Dark Magic—the thing Viren has been running from, the thing he now hates, the thing that ruined his life. Throughout the show, dark magic can be allegorically read as a form of self-harm, done out of fear and trauma while causing lasting scars to the user. And Viren succumbs to it. He agrees. With the biggest expression of it: offering his own body to feed the spell. He stabs a knife into his own chest (reminiscent of Shakespearean suicide). And he dies.

What happened here wasn’t just a blaring example of a heel-face door slam where a character vying to change their life around and be better is coldly denied. It was also a suicide—a glorified one at that.

For a show supposedly about hope and forgiveness and breaking cycles, having a character who for three seasons is striving to walk a different path take his own life in an act of despair when he has nowhere else to go is... well. Sure is something. Nothing good in my world.

[suspensefulpen]

You know you’re a writer when you’re in some situation, no matter how serious/dire or mundane/boring and you say to yourself “i wanna/needa write about this”

[thekidsarentalright]

we’ve got to throw this year away like a bad luck charm

[fimbry]

When I was a child, I watched Jurassic Park like 500 times and when I was 4 years old I told my parents that Jeff Goldblum was my favorite of the human characters.

This for some reason alarmed my parents, and they began telling me that I shouldn't like that character. He was a horrible actor, really brought down the film, just awful really.

I was so confused, but accepted that I had bad opinions and my parents knew better.

Cue 25 years later, everyone is going nuts over this guy again. I was just silently watching, thinking wasn't this guy cringe? A bad actor? I was lost. I did really like him, but I thought I was supposed to be alone on that.

I more recently asked my parents about this and turns out they love Jeff Goldblum, loved him in Jurassic Park too. They have no memory of telling me otherwise.

Guys, I believe my parents told me he was a horrible actor because I was 4 years old and liked the shirtless hot guy, and I just believed that for the next 30 years.

[lunarparacosm]

pottery class au !!!

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism

as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.

Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.

it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.

“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.

“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”

his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.

and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.

the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.

the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.

“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.

“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.

he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.

“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.

“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.

“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.

“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.

“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.

you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.

is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?

“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”

you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?

[rpmemes-galore]

muses who fight tooth and nail to protect others, but don’t think they’re worth saving.  muses who would look after someone else who was injured/sick, but don’t believe they deserve to be cared for.  muses who would give their lives for those they love... but honestly can’t fathom someone doing the same for them.  muses who don’t know their worth.  muses who view themselves as monstrous or unforgivable. muses with a dark past and trauma, which clouds their judgement and their view of their own self-worth. muses seeking redemption they don’t even believe they deserve.   rb if u agree

[despairs-memorial]

@dead-or-lie liked for a starter!

It had been awhile since they were able to talk to each other, but Sonia had tickets to the latest horror movie playing in theaters! While she would normally invite Gundham out for such a thing, the last time that happened, he ended up needing to leave due to an incident with an animal in the film and the only other person she could recall enjoying horror movies was Mikan, so she eagerly went to approach the nurse with the tickets.

"Tsumiki! If I recall correctly, you are a fan of the horror genre, correct? If you have the time, would you wish to accompany me on an outing? I recently got some tickets, and I wish to use them for hanging out with a friend!"

[lokisasylum]

The last to get his Spotify account, everyone ✌️😎🎸🎶

Jimin coming from the bottom to the TOP like

[dipllomat]

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atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é PRÍNCIPE KIT, da história CINDERELA! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer ?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa ! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a REINAR CASTLE OF DREAMS… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida ! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ALTRUÍSTA, você é APÁTICO, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história ! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: PROFESSOR DE HISTÓRIA DA MAGIA EM RED APPLE.

HEADCANONS. something counterfeit's dead.

o príncipe, antes de ser rei, tinha estrelas nos olhos, e toda a ambição do mundo. foi criado com amor pelo pai, mas as expectativas para sua vida desde jovem fizeram crescer a ansiedade e incerteza no coração uma vez puro, e imaculado - que em algum momento passou a sangrar com o peso das regras, da propriedade & deveres. transformou-se em um menino quieto, sem muitos gostos triviais, abraçando suas obrigações.

cresceu amado pelo povo de castle of dreams, nunca deixando que sua fachada perfeitamente construída ruísse. sempre forte e seguro de si, escondendo em íntimo toda a incerteza sobre o que queria , e os caminhos que sua vida devia seguir. era, para todos, um jovem carismático que recebia afeição, carinho e até mesmo adoração por onde passava.

o baile foi a primeira vez que se sentiu livre do infortúnio que era carregar o céu desde tão pequeno. livre para dançar sob a luz da lua com uma bela garota que aparentemente não esperava nada de si - por merlin, ela nem sabia quem ele era ! - , kit teve a revelação que talvez se casar não seria tão ruim, não se fosse com ela.

portanto, naquela manhã, com os brilho de volta aos olhos, e o coração cantando, desafiou o pai pela primeira vez para encontrá-la. moveu mundos atrás daquela que poderia calçar o sapato de cristal, a bela garota com quem dançou até perto da meia noite.

encontrar cindy foi como finalmente respirar depois de muito tempo debaixo d'água. não se importou com sua realidade de gata borralheira, ou com qualquer coisa que pudesse entrar no caminho dos dois. mais tarde, iria pensar que talvez devessem ter se conhecido melhor. ele a amava, mas estava longe em viagens diplomáticas por muito tempo, e sabia que a deixava solitária, em guerra consigo mesmo , por um lado, jamais queria estar separado dela e por outro - tinha responsabilidades, que continuaram a pesar mesmo depois do casamento. ele não sabe, ou quer descobrir, até quando ela pode aguentar ser tratada como menos que prioridade em sua vida. o que deveria escolher ? o dever ou o amor ? não podia, ao menos uma vez, ter os dois ?

EXTRAS. fresh out the slammer , i know who my first call will be to.

kit , nos raros dias que não estava atendendo a suas responsabilidades como governante, era aprendiz da fada madrinha e se tornou bem versado na história da magia, o suficiente para que quando teve de ir ao reino dos perdidos pode começar a ensinar em red apple, buscando formar alunos interessados pela ancestralidade da magia que corria por todos os reinos encantados.

como um bom diplomata de humor ameno, kit encara tudo com olhar clínico ( que muitos diriam ser cínico ) , e não adorou a chegada dos perdidos pois mancha a história antiga, e mexe com as normas. porém, existe um lado muito mais suave de sua personalidade, e um coração benevolente por baixo da fachada impassível que sofre por estes novos "personagens" que estão longe de suas vidas, casas, e pessoas amadas. portanto, em razões providas de lógica ou de leve sentimentalismo, espera que eles possam voltar aos seus lugares de origem.

[slimslamflimflam]

Wait if all the journal 3 pages were restored after Weirdmageddon why does Bill’s book insist there were still missing pages that just conveniently happened to pertain to his incredibly sad backstory and concepts brought up earlier in that same book

[lususnatura]

sooo... what if i told y'all that, when i say that one of blamore's powers is bone manipulation, that it could literally make a DRILL made out of bone through it's god damn hand / around it's whole arm and could summon bones from inside of it's skin? because it honestly is one heck of a superpower to have, though with this comes weaknesses like the more bones he summons, the more energy he depletes — and thus it can become physically exhausting rather quickly for it to use it's powers. so, it's got to use its powers very wisely and prefers to end fights as quickly as possible as a result.

but whenever it comes to adding bones to its tail + contorting it's ribcage then things get a little bit more complicated,, because these are simple things for it to do in comparison to literally pulling random bones OUT of it's skin and such. though if you were to break its ribs, then it would hurt and let me tell you, there is a reason why blamore NEVER let's people it doesn't trust touch its tail because if the person it is fighting is capable of breaking any of the bones in it... it is going to hurt with a capital ' H. ' but yeah, i just thought i'd share this little tidbit with y'all about its bone manipulation power. because once again; blamore isn't invincible, though he is stronger than some may give him credit for (':