#SELF : VISAGE.

[wombywoo]

artisanal wombat 🍞

[h-a-unted]

"Hey boss?"

FIRELANDER PART 1

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 91

happy trans day of visibility!! in the interest of being more, uh, traditionally "visible" i guess? i figured i'd do a bit of a more realistic self portrait than my usual doodle style.

[crueldesire]

Eyes Without a Face, Lisa Villemaire, 2024

lisaovillemaire.com

[aliendeity]

body image issues be damned. i look hot!! 🦂

[harteatiing]

EAT YOUR HEART OUT !

@harteatiing ; a mask of sinister whimsy. a blood-stained shadow starving for control. a cornered animal baring his teeth, tugging against the chain around his throat. the need to make yourself larger than life, to hurt before you can be hurt. the deranged euphoria of sharpening your teeth and claws upon those who fancy themselves powerful. an exploration of embracing the fire, of straining against your own humanity, and of developing attachments against your own will. this place is ruled by the forces of hunger and fear, framed by vicious grinning jaws. " Welcome ! Shall we make a deal ? "

this an 18+, indie, mutuals only, semi-selective rp blog for ALASTOR from HAZBIN HOTEL. heavily headcanon-based / canon divergent. multiverse & multiship. OC, crossover, & duplicate friendly ! Please read rules & mind the trigger warnings ! written by August ( 28, he/him. )

CARRD. ( rules & character info ) / PROMO CREDIT. ( commissioned from the amazing arachnaemboss )

[talentforlying]

this hand — cool, damp, with a nervous pulse. this man's hand. i held it all the while he talked and i'm still holding it now. must be going soft. these days we all need a hand to hold — in the dead of night, when the rain dashes itself in blind waves against the windows. when fear seeps, pooling in every vague depression — diluting and dissolving us, diminishing us — suspending us, drifting, in a submarine world. when you're drowning, any hand will do.

see this is the part that the new 52 writers always miss about constantine's characterization: he doesn't lack compassion or empathy, and he's not innately selfish. he has always cared more than he probably should. the conflict and tragedy at his core comes from being forced to act against his nature, not from being unable to contain some inherent cruelty. by late hellblazer his ability to show how much he cares is all but burnt out of him, but it's still there.

[mxboxlocks]

make self inserts for characters you love life is too short to be like "MYAH MYAH MYAH THAT CHARACTER WOULD NOT SAY THAT" maybe not to you but he loves me. he loves me and im friends with everyone in dont starve land becaues i have so much love in my heart.

[wombywoo]

📸

[h-a-unted]

From Valorie Curry's Instagram

[acollapsar]

ugh he's so fucking pretty thank YOU sm yana sensei 😔😔😔

[harteatiing]

EAT YOUR HEART OUT !

@harteatiing ; an 18+, indie, mutuals only, semi-selective rp blog for ALASTOR from HAZBIN HOTEL. heavily headcanon-based, multiverse & multiship. OC, crossover, & duplicate friendly ! Please mind the trigger warnings ! written by August ( 28, he/him. )

CARRD. ( rules & character info. )

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Celia, Cecio & being haunted by your mother in the empty spaces between you both and each others faces.

my dumb ass typed 'i could write an essay on this' and then did.

anyway. Celia Cecio & their mother and how she haunted the ever loving fuck out of both of them<3 get HAUNTED bitches.

main piece im talking about is the first, a wip where Cecio is being haunted by his mother. this gets long, rambles continue under the cut, more general than just this piece after teh first few paragraphs

i could write an essay on empty space & their mother bc in this shes so much closer to the center and has space around her while cecio has the bottom just over third and shes intruding into even that. shes leaning down over him, embracing him while surrounding him, while hes being held up by her, but seems to be able to slip out of frame at any point. she dictates the space just by her presence. the background is her and celias colours, cecio only gets himself, she gets everything else and shes still acting on him, intruding into that space.

like in the original family celia n cecio [that i want to redraw] theres an empty space that is glaring once you notice and thats bc shes there!!! their mother is always haunting them!!!!

if its just one of them she's still there even if there is not the empty space, bc shes still haunting them, just in their faces. Cecio is the spitting image of her just with different colours, and Celia has her fathers nose and thicker eyebrows but exactly the same golden hair and sometimes they cant look at each other bc shes just always THERE.

when shes recently dead it was heartbreaking bc they would see each other out of the corner of their eyes and think she was back. Celia sees Cecios silhouette, he sees Celias hair, and all they can think of how much the other looks like her.

Cecio likes his hair long but he never lets his fringe get as long as celias bc thats the length their mothers was. cant let it cover his vision the way hers did, constantly tucking it to the side of her face. cant wear his hair down because she did, so low ponytails it is, so similar yet just different enough it triggers the memories less.

one day as a teen Celia is having a breakdown and gets halfway through dyeing her hair as some way of distancing herself from her mother before breaking down sobbing. Cecio doesn't look her in the eyes because of the lingering dye stains, a desperate attempt to forget their mother, and the burden she placed on Celia. Celia gives up on the long hair her mother loved, the neat bob, and hacks off the hair tainted with the splotches of dye, finding now, that she has her mothers curls too.

Cecio dreams of her, golden and saturated, and feels like the ghost, the corpse, next to her. drained of life and colour, silvers and pale where she was vibrant. someones takes a black and white photograph of him when hes been to stressed to get his hair cut and his mother stares back.

every glance, image, drawing of either of them is just a few lines and colour changes from being her.

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in Wotr, when they reunite, Celia tells him how much he looks like their mother, how he has her nose, and he doesn't tell her that he forgot that, the image of their mother in his head long merged with Celia's.

[talentforlying]

john and his niece going for a walk, arm-in-arm, so gemma can confide in him about her ghost problem without worrying her mum......i'm severely unwell about them.

[viciouslyfilthy]

Slaps these bad boys here immediately now that i have a proper tag for the muse up and running.

[drakonivedits]

{ Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms ...We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. / /ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ ᴇᴅɪᴛs + ᴀɴᴅʀᴇɪ @razorfst }