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[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[jorbus-mcdoorbus]

dogboy molloy vs puppyboy molloy

[egophiliac]

doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus

watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫

(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[onionninjasstuff]

carrying each other :з

[userarmand]

[ca-3]

"Looking cool, Joker!!" ❤️🃏

and I told myself I wasn't going to do this redraw trend.... lol

[eveledoze]

Call me your nymph Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin Call me your muse A sprite or an elf you cry to, then use

let's say this is an alternate ending... drew the sketch of this art before ep7 came out and these were my ideas about possible events. previously the end of the cross was pointed, but after ep7 I drew it as flash drive according to the canon xd would like to thank the people who helped me with this art and supported me, thank you !! close-ups below

[vaguely-concerned]

I still can't get over lucanis at the end of the wigmaker job -- having limped his way down the docks, nursing several broken ribs, dripping rivers of blood (some of it his own. most of it not) onto the floorboards before the innkeeper's horrified and irate eyes, having just Faced the Horrors frfr and cut a bloody swath through a party of tevinter high society as if setting out to contemptuously prove poe's red death a mere piddling amateur, in his fucking batman-ass black leather overcoat getup, presumably woozy with blood loss and fading adrenaline -- just standing there sadly like '🥺is my cousin here'

[alfheimr]

you feel real to me.

[capesch-arts]

The difference with these two is that I genuinely think Arthur can change the KiY whole Larson and Yellow would still be barreling down the stairs together.

I think I'm gonna choose one of these two to make a fully colored piece on Kofi for December for you Jarthur and Yellow/Larson freaks.

[erebus0dora]

a quick sequel to this one: basically a 4:19/4:20 meme, come to think of it...

oh, and i remembered to switch on the recording of the process; i sketched this straight over the prev one, so it looks a tad weird, but still... adding it for those who asked

all that said: if you want to chew it, you have my enthusiastic permission 💜

[lologoinsolo]

Gaz is the type of boyfriend that hates who and whatever you hate.

Pickles? “I hate’em too, love.” Salt and vinegar chips, “who even eats them?” He says as he chunks an opened bag that he was chewing on out the window.

That weird guy that looked at you weirdly, making snide remarks at you cause you told him to fuck off and leave you alone while you were on a date with your boyfriend? Gaz is already getting up and out of his seat with his hands balled. “No, no, this didn’t ruin date night,” he says oh so reassuringly as he wipes his bloodied knuckles, “let’s get some takeout and watch some movies at home, yeah?” Making sure to kiss you as many times when you feel bad. You could never ruin his night.

That one bitch from kinder named Bethany who stole your favorite crayon and suddenly Gaz also remembers a bitch named Bethany who stole his crayon too. He wasn’t even in your class but he vividly remembers her and he’s praying on her downfall right as you speak.

That time you were in gym and a ball hit against your head and he’s wishing he could stab the ball out of its air. Never mind how the one throwing the ball apologized profusely, Gaz is gonna come back later with scissors when no one’s around.

Your idiotic boss that keeps giving you the worst shifts changed his tune when Gaz payed a nice little visit to him out of the blue. “Oh? You’re finally getting your weekends off? that’s wonderful, love.” You had gushed so happily about your schedules finally being how you’ve been asking. He smiles gently as if he didn’t outright threaten your boss with a one way trip on the black train.

Literally he’s the biggest hater, you even look at a person wrong and Gaz is immediately giving the meanest stink eye known to man.

[chocolatepyrusart]

I decided to give Stolas my cat, so meet Shadow, the void cat!

[inkskinned]

hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.

if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.

additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.

i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."

"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.

[egophiliac]

Thoughts on Malleus’s birthday card reveal? 🎤

Twst knows exactly what I want, and that's Malleus Draconia, in his little fancy bed jacket and head wrap, kicking his legs on the couch as he giddily tries on different lipsticks so he can look super duper extra pretty for his big special birthday party. :)