#THEYRE SOOOO BAD

[time-woods]

oh that same old familiar tune, where have i heard it before?

oh, right with you.

this took me a little while to complete- the uncompressed file size ended up being 101mb. . . beeeg file,

[yurimic]

they really do match each other’s freak huh

[phantom-does-a-thing]

making bottle cap pins with The Worst pliers imaginable. My dad literally works construction and im stuck with these pliers. They dont even open on their own.

[armaans]

꙰

armaan yronwood caught her shove with all the force of his own fury, his hands locking around her wrists in a crushing grip. he yanked her closer, the space between them vanishing as he shook her hard, his strength undeniable and deliberate. his voice came like the lash of a whip, cutting and venomous. “what the fuck do you think you are doing?” his fingers dug into her flesh, his breath hot with rage. “all this talk of what you’ll do, how you’ll fix it. but what do you do? scream, shove, and think that makes you my equal?” it had started as a jest, as a method of trying to further light the splint that was halima.

and yet, here they were. screaming at one another, entangled in this web of toxicity and permanent dependence; all because in her anger, his pride had been wounded by her words. it was always enough to make him see red, and now a taunt had suddenly become all too serious...too suddenly. too quickly. out of control. both of their tempers, the result of being unchecked without a trusted adult in their early lives, had resulted in this volcano. two pools of lava forever joined.

his dark eyes burned with an obsessive heat, his face inches from hers, his voice softer but no less dangerous. he laughed as he looked at her, knowing it would only make her angrier. no doubt she would bring her hands upon him with full force, screaming; blood could be spilled. there was a time she even broke hsi nose. “you think you can fix this your way? don’t make me laugh. you’re here to hold the pieces together because i allow it. because i trust you more than the rest of these snakes. but don’t mistake trust for indulgence. you’re not irreplaceable.”

“i speak as your better. i speak about yronwood, about my fucking son who you too will one day lower you gaze before. about the legacy you swore to protect when i put you in that seat.” his grip tightened, his words coming in a low growl. “you’ll marry who i say, when i say, and you’ll do it with your head held high, or i’ll drag you to the altar myself.”

he released her wrists with a shove, stepping back just enough to tower over her, his voice still dripping with scorn. “fix your attitude before i return and don’t forget who keeps you in that chair. remember why i let you live. why i chose you.” why you picked me. why you pointed me toward the others in our family the night that seemed to never end. the night i came back to collect you, once the blood had been washed from our hands and our cousins were dead in the courtyard. all the things that did not need to be said, for they swam and sunk and haunted them every moment it could. it made them who they were.

he was calm, measured as he stepped around the table and dared her with a look to escalate this, to hit him, to claw at his skin until she drew blood. she entertained those thoughts for a minute, nails biting half-moons into the flesh of her own palms. her own demeanour was the near opposite, her anger an exposed nerve that for some reason begged to be pressed upon. to hurt, and know why it was it hurt. when it came to him, she was always poised upon the brink, and every time, she would take that leap, knowing that if she did not, he would push her anyway.

"wealth and no spine," she echoed, and it was all she could do not to spit on the floor. "use your brain. what good is their wealth to me, armaan? what use is their name?" and she stepped closer, closing the space he seemed so eager to command. "and if i die split open on the birthing bed, who would own them then? do not delude yourself into thinking they'd raise my children to be loyal to yronwood, rather than heirs to challenge yours, unless you dashed their brains across the kingsgrave courtyard."

she was shouting no more, her voice dropping to a near whisper, but they were no softer, still hard enough to cut like steel, but under them was something else, a meaning she knew he would catch, and a wound she would never fully expose. "that you would take that risk for a bit of coin that you'd have anyway is not strength. it's desperation."

her gaze lingered on him for a second, and then she placed hands upon his chest, shoving him with all the strength she could muster. she hated him in that moment, and she hated herself more. she would mould herself into any shape he needed her to be, but not that. halima knew what she was, and it was not someone's wife.

"do you think i want to burn it all? that i'd take joy in it? no. i do what needs to be done, because somebody has to." in truth, she did not know what would bring her joy, anymore. that was a feeling she had bid goodbye to a long time ago. how much of halima was left, and how much had been blighted beyond recognition by the rage that she nursed inside her, she couldn't truly say.

"then i'll fix it my way." no matter how hard he pushed her, how he toyed with her, she would not break. he may have found satisfaction in that, too, in watching her crack, splinter at the seams, go out in a blaze of glory, and that, she would stubbornly deny him. "it will not be an issue by the time you return. but, if the gods are merciful, the dragons will do my job for me." the look she gave him was pointed. whether by valyrian steel or dornish blade, who would question a casualty of war.

"go to your front lines." the faintest flicker of a smile crossed her lips, a bitter thing. "do what you must. but don't forget who it is you're leaving behind to hold the rest of it together."

[lave-ium]

i <3 u not

[jackshiccup]

some modern hijacks for the soul (and bumping shoulders as a love language)

shoutout @midoristeashop for these swag brushes <3

[feelo-fick]

WHY has no one talked about these panels. fuck it its 12 am (at the time of me "finishing" (<- not even close) writing this, its nearly 2 am) im going to talk about them

ahem.

before i get to the Main Point i wanna discuss chils tendency to spiral into his thoughts

like, sure, yeah, he's a reasonable guy. real logical-- but he tends to rush through so many possibilities and in this scene even berates himself for his tiny mistake. every thought in this scene goes so fast to me here, just "snap snap snap, call for help, no thatll attract too much attention- wait is there a switch? crap its too far away- nevermind lets just wait for marcille- but can i trust her with that?? god im so stupid, am i just gonna be trapped here until morning???" and it takes a moment for him to stabilise and snap out of it

like... he even has a little pep talk about it

i guess you could take this as him merely being a quick thinker? but i highly doubt it -- look at this fucking guy.

anyways. hes always got to be eased out of it one way or another, whether that be complainerism (self-explanatory), strategising with another person (that way all the insecure thoughts get pushed to the back in favour of working together), reassuring himself (discussed above) or...

you. could.

distract him.

place a brick wall in front of that zooming train of thought and watch it crash and burn :)

he doesnt even respond in that first pic, by the way. in fact, he doesnt say anything for another 3 (and a bit) pages, and by then the topic has been safely switched (granted those three pages are just marcille and laios making the familiars, but i feel it still stands that there was no response at all, not even visually)

secondly, in that other instance -- see how his eyes go wide as saucers when contact is made? and how they turn into pinpricks once he looks back**? god. and. like.

oh. fuck. ive gottta continue this in a reblog since ive reached the picture limit on mobile -- i am not even a THIRD of a way through all my thoughts on this- we didnt even get to my footnote!! sit tight everyone :)

[mamawasatesttube]

"the bats could take down supers despite the supers being way more powerful than them because they are weak to kryptonite!!!" oh really? mhm, right, that's nice. hey, do you know what the bats are weak to? here is a brief, nonexhaustive list: bullets, bombs, swords, crossbow bolts, arrows, crowbars, bombs, grenades, being slammed into pavement at high velocities, drowning, asphyxiation, and i haven't even gotten into the frost breath, laser eyes, ttk in one case, etc. ...

[chasing-faith-and-fate]

Moon 37

Moon 36 bonus | Moon 38

[derpycatsu]

HELLOOOOOOO i got super into vocaloid (GIANT EXPLOSION)

[princington]

beside you

[xiewho]

gorgug saying he doesnt need a ride anymore implies that fabian occasionally picks him up on the hangman and drives him to school

[starscelly]

miro (and roope, of course) on media day

09.18.24

[lordichamo]

longing & bitterness + additional doodles under the cut since this is getting a bit long for my taste lol

[dedshomas]

figuring out my designs for the most unethical women in stem! oh and also clive is there

[triglycercule]

happy birthday to these two specifically. very specifically. i literally only drew dream and nightmare (or my aus of them,,,,,) today this is the least mttpilled i've been in 500 years. 500 years??? hmmmm reminds me of someone...... other nm oc jumpscare below

melpomene jumpscare. jeez i wonder who that is in his hand,,,,,, and i wonder who drew those other doodles,,,,,,,,, hmmmm,,,,,,