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Weâre standing under the neon vacancy sign of the motel, and youâre starinâ at me and Iâm lookinâ anywhere else. Iâm takinâ a drag of the cig and handing it back to you, and Iâm tryinâ to drag my eyes away from you takinâ a pull of it.
âDonât it bother you?â you say, and I finally flick my eyes back up to yours. âThat shit your dad says?â
I smile despite myself, âcause youâre just so damn honest. Not joking so I got nothinâ to snap back with. Itâs new to me, the way you talk: all honest and genuine but still quick and funny. Not that stupid soft shit chicks are into, but not all rough edges like I am. I think I like it a little more than I probâly should.
I cross my arms over my chest and stare back out at the sky. Even after all these years, I still like it out here in small Midwest towns rather than the big East Coast cities. Lets you see more stars, and sometimes I can look up and pretend Iâm at a ranch out in the country rather than a motel on the edge of another nameless town. âDo you get along with your dad?â I finally say.
You scrunch your nose up and pass me back the cig, and Iâm smiling too much to take a drag of it. âNot the same, Dean,â you say.
I snort and take another drag, slow and careful with it. I can feel your eyes on me, and damn if I donât blush. You probâly think I blush easy, with how much you make me do it, but itâs only you that brings it out. Only you.
âSure, Lee,â I say. âSure.â
And hereâs the thing Iâm not saying: I like that you care but I got no freakinâ clue what to do with it. No clue how to tell you all the shit about my dad âcause itâs been balled up inside me for years and I got a strict set of instructions in my brain when it comes to him. How to survive. How to survive when it feels like I got a shotgun for a father.
I told you once that sometimes I feel like no more than an extension of my dad and his gun and you took my hands in yours so gently, so gently and said youâre so much more and if I didnât know any better Iâdâve started crying right then and there.
I donât get you, Lee. Youâre all lefts and rights. Rights and wrongs, sugar and salt. A hunter but not like me ân dad, a drinker but you donât got that anger that comes with it, a lover but you ainât cheap and fast about it.
I try not to think about how I know that when I see dadâs car pull up, like heâd be able to read my mind.
âYou should go,â I say, dropping the stub of the cig and scuffing it under the toe of my boot. Dadâs headlights turn off.
âI thought the old man liked me,â you say playfully, with a little half-smile, but you know. We both know.
Sure, he tolerates you on hunts, but thatâs about the extent to which he tolerates anyone- and thatâs including me ân Sammy, even if I wonât say that to you. Last time he caught us drinkinâ together this late at night he pulled a gun on you. And when you left, he tucked his gun away and took out his fists.
Sometimes, I think Iâd prefer the gun.
âDonât know if he really likes anyone,â I say, laughing, but it comes out weak- nothinâ really to laugh about, Iâm just tryinâ to make it seem better than it is. You see right through me and I know it. âAnd he sure wonât like⊠this.â I gesture between us, and you nod.
âSee you, then,â you say, and I nod, and for a second I think you might kiss me, but you walk right past me and into the night.
I stare after you as you leave âcause I wanted it so bad I canât think.
#deanlee#dean winchester#lee webb#my writing#ficlet#spn#supernatural#spn fic#a study in pov#dean pov#set nebulously pre-canon#ezra posts
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study group is not going so well
#unless studying her features counts as studying#pov ur madam morrible and you have fucking had it#thank u everyone for liking my sketches so much:) it rly motivated me#okay NOW i have to work on comms#this took way longer than supposed to#i love drawing elphie her face is sooo!!!#fanart#art#wicked#wicked movie#wicked 2024#galinda upland#glinda upland#elphaba thropp#gelphie#wicked fanart#gelphie art
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Maybe unpopular opinion, but I actually do like the way the whole âoh yeah, sometimes Jedi fuckâ stuff is presented in recent books, because of course, the emphasis on it being a personal, individual choice, but also the implication that many Jedi do not fuck. Not because sex is forbidden or shame-based in the culture, but because within the Order, people more often choose not to, to the point that the footnote mention of âoh, but some doâ needs to exist in current canon.Â
Itâs a society of communal living. Everyone pitches in on everything from childrearing to food growing to medicine, regardless of interpersonal relationships. Titles like father or wife that tie reproductive/family cycles to lifetime connections or property donât exist. I love the idea of many Jedi choosing celibacy happily, and the Temple being a great place to live a lifestyle where your connection to others are expressly not dictated by a romantic or sexual relationship. And the inherent, platonic intimacy of a psychically-connected community. I really love thinking about it.
#observations brought to you by my Dooku POV interrupting the smut Iâm writing to have the most demiace thoughts#god itâs every fic of mine#âSex? Ugh no Iâm studying the blade except if itâs with one of My People in which case it is a sublime curated experienceâ#jedi order
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Peter's Vows
When Derek is born, there is an earthquake. Beacon Hills is many things, but it is not a place of earthquakes. This is an anomaly, this sudden shaking of the land, and Peter watches Talia go through the pain of birthing a cub, and he makes note of how her cries resonate with the moving earth. As the baby is brought to the world of the living, the earth shakes more; giddy, Peter thinks of the land. Giddy at this baby's birth. That's what it is.
The town reels with the destruction, however minimal it seems to be. It is the strangeness of the earthquake that has the people in a panic, and it takes two days of Mayor Yukimura calling for council meetings and community barbecues that they begin to somehwat calm down.
The baby is named Derek on the first day itself, born underneath the Nemeton, his pale blue eyes reflecting the moonlight in silver hues. Talia sobs with relief, Nathan beside her, stroking her hair. Laura is back at the pack house, safely tucked in the bed, the rest of the pack members keeping watch. Talia had wanted to bring her with them, fearing the worst of the anomaly, but their mom had convinced her to not do it. The birth of the Alpha's cub is a big deal, but it is also private: only the Mate, Emissary and Left Hand are allowed to be present, for comfort, safety, and protection, respectively.
It has been tradition since ages, and Talia is the last person to break it.
Derek is a calm baby. Sleeps through the night, doesn't cry for attention. Only does it for feeding, his survival instinct as strong as his lungs. Peter adores him, even if he may never admit it to anyone.
He is also curious about the boy. Why an earthquake? It cannot be a coincidence. Truly, he wonders how some people can be so dumb. Calling it a coincidence is insulting to the Powers That Be, which must have called upon such a natural reaction of the land for a reason. Derek is a special boy, and Peter vows to find out how.
Besides his incredibly compassionate heart, that is.
It is in his eyes, which have slowly turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, the kindness of him. Derek's trust is not so easily earned, but once it is, it is extremely difficult to dislodge it.
Derek is a boy destined to become a kind man, one that will be an Alpha with mercy in his heart but cunning in his mind. Peter sees the makings of it right from the beginning, the way the boy will procure solutions to his own problems as well as those he deems important to him. Laura is the first born and thus has the claim to being the next Hale Alpha, however Peter knows, somehow, perhaps instinctually, that Derek will be the Alpha.
Another piece of the puzzle falls in place when their emissary falls pregnant. She's an amazing woman, Claudia. Peter likes her wit and humor, and he enjoys the perspective of her husband, the deputy, and if luck is on his side, soon-to-be Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Peter is happy for the couple.
He is, also, astonished to see an almost five-year-old Derek climb onto Claudia's lap one morning, his small fists rubbing against his eyes, and his nose scrunching determinedly to find a scent.
Peter remembers the conversation well.
"Derek, honey? What are you trying to find?"
"Mine," is what Derek growls in reply to Claudia, and shoves his nose against her barely-showing belly.
Peter's laughing figure is shot out of the end of the couch and onto the floor by Claudia's impeccable throw of one of the decorative pillows from said couch.
Thereafter, it was peculiar but not unseemly to find Derek following beside Claudia, his whole little being focused on the life forming inside her. And when the night came, Peter wasn't at all surprised to witness the thunderstorm.
Claudia had plans of giving birth in the hospital, but due to miscalculated steps, or simply because of reasons not privy to them, the best possible option left for her seemed to be below the Nemeton.
John had lost his damn mind at the prospect. "It's raining! Heavily!"
"Talia gave birth in an earthquake," Claudia says through gritted teeth, "And the baby doesn't care, nor do I, John. It isâ"
Her words are cut off by another scream, and she is right, of course. It is time.
Talia, John, and Peter are the only ones who should go with her, but Derek, the little sneaky wolf that he seems to have become, follows them. It isn't until halfway through that John, the human, realizes his presence first.
They move forward with the determined little boy, who is all sopping wet in his wolf onesie, and really, this is no laughing matter. Except it is.
Claudia is brought below the Nemeton, and the tree, big and branching and beautiful, hums in their presence. The canopy of it sheds them some, but not completely.
And so, under hard rain and sharp thunderstorms, MieczysĆaw Stilinski is born, his little body almost white under the moonlight, and his eyes, when they open, a shock of topaz, like a glinting jewel; a fallen angel, Peter thinks.
Derek carefully wraps the baby in the blanket Talia removes from the packed bag, her movements locked onto her son's and the baby's, while John tends to his wife.
Peter watches. He notes the way the baby is calmest in Derek's arms, the way Derek is mesmerized.
This is more than just being True Mates.
True Mates itself are the rarest of occurrences, but something tells him this is more than that. The earthquake, and this sudden rain, in April of all things, simply cannot be coincidence. There must be a reason, one that Peter must uncover.
In the coming years, he dedicates his time to the quest, and finds that, oh, this is something unique indeed.
Unique to the point of legend.
Of course, he gathers facts before telling anyone. Derek's control goes onto the list, as does his ability to switch between his shift as easy as breathing. Having such control at the age of seven is almost impossible, but he has it without the growing ego that would have inflated anyone else's with the amount of praise he gets.
Stiles, as Derek had nicknamed MieczysĆaw almost immediately post his arrival in the world, is no human. His mother's line has some pretty strong magical abilities, but the kind of power that this boy exudes surpasses imagination. Nobody notices at first, not even Peter, until Stiles is a couple of months past his third birthday. It truly isn't until Derek, almost nine, comes down from his room one day into the kitchen, says, "Which packet, Stiles?" that they realize it.
"Honey, he isn't a wolf. He cannot hear you," Nathan tells him, but Derek just shrugs.
"He is for today."
Peter hears the, "Blue one! Blue one! Blue is sooo pretty, Derek!" from Stiles, who is definitely sitting in Derek's room, upstairs.
Derek grabs the blue packet and goes upstairs, and Peter follows, followed by Talia and Nathan, who beckon Claudia as well.
Stiles sitting on the floor, a myriad of toys around him, while the packets of chips sit beside him, torn open, evidently by Derek's claws, who himself is playing with Stiles.
And they're both being fed flying chips.
The three wolves turn to Claudia as one. Her shaking head and awed face is enough to clue them in, and really, Peter thinks, this is fucking incredible.
Powers don't manifest as early as this in magic wielders. They're more of the puberty package, tied to emotions at the beginning rather than will.
This is... defying it.
Peter loves to see when the next piece of the puzzle will fall.
And it does oh so enticingly.
Years later, when Derek is fourteen and Stiles is almost nine, comes the first trial. The Alpha Summit & The Argent Treaty.
Peter doesn't believe Gerard's words to do no harm, so he sets up precautions in place. It pays off, because during the summit, he almost ends up blinding Deaucalion â something that could have turned super bad if left unchecked.
Gerard's attack is met with swift retaliation, but somehow, only his goons end up dead. Gerard himself remains free, and through sheer will, maybe, the old man manages to kidnap Laura.
By the time the adults sniff out their cub, they're too late.
Not in the sense of Laura being hurt, but in the terms of missing the action, somewhat.
When they enter the warehouse, they are faced with Gerard being held down by a black wolf, fangs around his neck, the eyes of the creature a deep, ruby red. Deeper than Talia's. At first, they all assume it to be one of the visiting Alphas, but then they realize Stiles' presence, too, and it clicks.
Stiles frees Laura from the painful looking electric rod, and comes back to Derek, coaxes him back to his human form as Peter and Nathan take care of the psychopath.
Laura lets Talia mother her, and then says, "We'll have two Alphas."
Talia looks at the now human Derek, and eyes shining with pride, she nods. "Come here, both of you," she beckons, and the boys run, Stiles' chattering a comforting sound for all of them.
A few weeks later, Derek admits to everyone he has a new friend, and talks about her often. Paige this, Paige that. Laura teases him, restrained in her words, trying not to upset Derek's control. Even Cora pulls back. Stiles, though, is almost worse.
He riles Derek to the point of him using his Alpha voice to shut up, and the whole Pack silences itself, even Talia. Stiles, though â an exception to all things sane â doesn't back down. The voice doesn't work on him, and Derek isn't phased by it. However, the smell of guilt filters through their home, and Stiles' sigh is followed by comforting words. There is no apologizing though.
Soon, they'll learn from Derek himself that he hates that everyone is walking on eggshells. That is why he kept bringing up Paige, so that someone would tease him, uncle Peter, Laura, Cora. Or that Stiles would rile him up.
"Why would he, though? He should be happy for you. I am." Cora's words are met with a laugh from Derek, and a groan of embarrassement from Stiles.
"He's weirdly possessive â don't push me, you know you are."
"Alright," Stiles sighs, "I am."
"And Paige is a great friend, but I don't nearly think about her as much as I might have let you all believe."
And that is when Peter sees it. The blink-and-you-will-miss-it purple flash of Stiles' eyes. Peter doesn't put thought into why now; he simply focuses on completing the puzzle.
And he does. True Alpha and Purple Eyes? That's easy.
That's legend.
Set in stone as the first Alpha and the first Emissary as well as Spark, who, arguably, also set in stone the sword of Excalibur.
That part of the legend has questionable sources, though. Sure, Merlin Emrys is, as per theories, the most powerful sorcerer of all time, and Arthur Pendragon the greatest ruler, the once and future king, but it doesn't have as much merit.
What Peter is sure about is that somehow, the Powers That Be decided that this is the pack to send these two to.
He watches Stiles argue about the best type of pasta with Derek, and thinks, suddenly, that perhaps this is their happy ending. What legends end happy? None. So this must be their time to be happy.
Peter vows another quest, then. To always protect Derek and Stiles.
#sterek#the hale pack#peter hale#derek hale#stiles stilinski#pov peter hale#sterek fic recs#*sterek fic recs#wow i'm on a roll today#i've had similar ideas before but wanted to write it in an experimental style#of derek & stiles being the first pair of alpha werewolf and emissary#of stiles turning derek into a wolf to protect their home and their people and hence the legend is born#if you see any errors no you don't :)#no but really it's currently 2am here and i should be studying but i am Decidedly Not#sh.writesonmain#sh.writing
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His instructions were very clear. Yet there you are, hand on a now broken light switch.
Timelapse of the rendering process under read more. (a little study. This is the second time I paint Sun mid switch, I think it's just great)
Wahoo. Let's be real - if you're an adult, he tells you "don't turn off the lights", and you proceed to do just that to the point they break, I think he'd be more than happy to let Moon out for some enrichment. Some play time.
#dca#daycare attendant#fnaf sun#sundrop#fnaf moon#moondrop#fanart#fnaf#fnaf security breach#villain.jpeg#fnaf sb#study#timelapse#pov moon is crawling out in 0.5 seconds you better run friend
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seeing people hate on hayffie so intensely after sunrise on the reaping has singlehandedly made me ship them out of spite. the hate means nothing to me. a valiant attempt by miss suzanne to get rid of the shippers, but it was silly and i'm built different. that being said, please give me fic recs <3<3<3
#hayffie army you've gained a new soldier its me#while i don't know anything about haysilee or care for it much im here for you too#personally i always liked the idea of effie and haymitch but i was mostly neutral#then i saw all the takes on tiktok.#the people saying 'oh ! you can't ship them ! im retiring as a hayffie shipper !!! its weird its gross.'#i have to laugh! i have to step up!!!!#because if im gonna be anything its gonna be petty#so yeah if anyone expects people to just stop shipping something after a decade#perhaps fandom isn't the place for you!! know hate backfires!!!!#also from a mostly outsiders pov hayffie and haysilee fans seem cool. haydove fans on the other hand.......#hayffie#haymitch x effie#haysilee#effie trinket#haymitch abernathy#sotr#putting in the tags bc i think its funny and ppl can see their hate is dumb as hell#study in scarlet.
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For the Laicion nation (aka, me and three other people)
I had this illustration commissioned (a big thank you to @lunehowls) for my werewolf AU Laicion fic (still a WIP).
The general pitch is as follows :
AU in which Laios never got to meet his sister again, putting his life on a whole other path, a more desperate one. A military deserter with barely a coin to his name, Laios hitches a ride on a boat to one of the elven continents, where he learns about magical tattoos that binds oneâs soul to a wolfâs, effectively making them artificial werewolves. Illegal magic be damned, this feels like the answer to⊠everything.
In the process, he learns about the existence of an illegal fighting ring in one of the elven cities, where beastmen gladiators gather. Freshly tattooed and without anywhere else to go to, Laios decides to head there, where he meets Lycion, an elf and artificial werewolf gladiator. If they first bond over a simple shared meal, by spending time together (sharing the same room in the barracks, maybe the same bed? gasp) they find that they have a lot in common, notably a shared distaste for the body they were born in, a dysphoria partially remedied by becoming a werewolf.
They bond :)
NB: I commissioned another piece, go take a look :D
#dungeon meshi#laios touden#lycion#laicion#I'm heads deep in research regarding Ancient Rome gladiators... and loving it. Really fascinating stuff.#I bemoan the fact that most papers are locked behind a paywall (though I found one that gives a free pdf access)#(and no. Sci-hub is not an option. It's blocked in my country)#I'm also re-reading DunMeshi and taking notes to get a better grasp of Laios and Lycion as characters. Character studies if you will#and I still need to fully outline the fic#I know where I'm starting (struggling to choose a POV for that first chapter LOL) and where I'm ending so there's that#and a bunch of disconnected scenes (as we all do ahaha)#anyway. Doing all of this while studying for veterinary school. It's hard. I feel guilty whenever I'm not studying...#let's just say I don't expect the prep work for the fic to be ready before this summer (+ I need to finish the Kuro cosplay for Japan Expo)#hopefully; once it's done; I'll be able to set a schedule and write smoothly#werewolf#werewolf laios#rarepair#Fy posts
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âHow dâyou care so little?â Joel fumes, eyes ablaze as he paces around the shattered glass and splintered wood of his car. It's pretty well decimated, and he's been growling and frothing about it in Gem's ear for an hour now.Â
She prods testily at the soft, upturned earth carefully covering their pitfall. âIt's not that I don't care,â she huffs, jumping back when the dirt crumbles a little under the toe of her boot. She glances up at Joel, who is practically shaking with rage. He can't keep his eyes off the dumb car. âYou know, you really could've fixed it by now.â
Beat of silence. Then, pouting and everything, he grumbles feebly, âShut up, Gem.âÂ
There's no heat behind it. If anything, her words seemed to have knocked the wind from his sails of war; he's slumped against the car now, arms crossed as he glares to the side dramatically. God, he sure does put on a show, she thinks with an overwhelming wave of affection.Â
It's not that Gem doesn't care. But she can't get this feeling from the four mangrove walls of her stupid barn. She can't even get it from winning. So they can burn down everything she owns, take every last life she has to spare. In the end, none of that is tangible. None of that is what matters. This is a game, and games are meant to be played. Thatâs what counts for her. Why should she take issue if the universe works as it was so lovingly intended to?Â
All she wants to leave behind is a trail of blood and ruin as she puts up a fight. She wants to leave her mark on this world and all the people it holds. She wants to make it hurt, once she's allowed to. She wants to play the game well, exactly how she was made to play it. She cares about that.Â
Gem cares, too, about the love she dredges up along the way. She thinks of her hands set to the backdrop of a blood-caked cloak, of long brown hair curling over her fingers as they dig in tight. She thinks of the sharp edge of her sword pressed against pale skin, and the thud of knees hitting the ground. All of that meant something. It still does, she believes, in certain ways.Â
âI care,â she says, feeling oddly self-conscious. Maybe it's because she knows Joel now: he can't stop caring. It explodes from every pore in his body, an inescapable curse. It's been his undoing, or so she's heard; he's easy to anger, but if you ask her, he's mostly just⊠easy to love.
Itâs this fact that has her saying quietly, âJust⊠I gotta pick and choose, you know?â
She's not like Joel. There's only so much room in Gem's chest, and it's permanently occupied with a bleeding, open wound. It takes up a lot of her as she skirts around it, giving its raw, frayed edges a wide berth. Joel has an infected hole in his heart too, but his preferred method of dealing with it is tearing it wider with his bare hands.
âYeah,â Joel drawls absently, scratching his cheek. âNever been quite good at that, I reckon.â
Gem gets that. It must be hard, holding everything so tight that it rips you apart. The thought of losing that much agency has a venomous, stinging feeling crawling down the center of her back. ButâŠÂ
âYou're doing it right now,â she points out, gesturing vaguely at his poor car. âYou could've gone on a rampage, if you wanted.â
He scoffs. âTrust me, I wanted."
âYou didn't though.â
Joel blinks. âGuess I didn't.â The answer is simple, but leaden with something that has branches so complex, it nearly consumes his words entirely. Gem can't name the something; she lacks the history she'd need to do so. Even so, his face is remarkably⊠light? That's a word for it. Maybe he's finally cut the infection from his own wound.
She hums in lieu of response, turning her gaze back to the trap. Whatever is draped over Joel's mind, she hopes it doesn't render him too docile. The game stops for nothing, and it deserves to be played to its fullest, Gem thinks, no matter what's left standing come judgement day.Â
#i was thinking about how the two of them juxtapose one another so brilliantly#i love analyzing characters through an outsiders pov and through Comparison..#so heres a character study .. just before the finale#lots of little foreshadowing to the finale tho ofc#geminitay#smallishbeans#joel smallishbeans#wild life#wild life smp#wlsmp#trafficblr#life series#watercolor words#wild life fanart#smallishbeans fanart#geminitay fanart
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the brainworms have won
i'll back back to the scheduled fluff art now đ
#artists on tumblr#wind breaker#wind breaker (satoru nii)#endochika#endo yamato#chika takiishi#i need to know chika pov so bad#me thinks... me thinks he cares..........#let me be delusional#dont look too closely its very rushed#i go study now
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I've been reading a Gravity Falls fanfic called "The Therapist" by @bapple117, where you - The reader- are Bill Cipher's Therapist in the Theraprism. I was on Bapple's Discord server and came across a conversation asking "What if Bill had a secret collection of art he made of the therapist and got super flustered when the therapist finds them."
Posted that and then someone mentioned that in a panic, Bill would probably try to eat the art and tries to eat the pages.
Anyways, I freakin' love this fic and this funky lil' guy.
#It's a self insert fic but as someone who's studied psychology and wanted to become a therapist... I really love this fic#The fic is also so fucking nice because it doesn't used any âY/Nâ stuff or oddly switching POVs#thank u for ur service Bapple#Chapter 16 fucking broke my heart tho Bapple WHY#I desperately needed to rest my wrists from working on war drums so I took a break and decided to read some fanfics and do some light fanar#I live for fluff/angst/slowburn fics especially if they're well written#I live for flustered bill cipher#gravity falls#bill cipher#book of bill#the book of bill#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#archive of our own#the therapist#the theraprism#art#digital art#doodle#drawing#artists on tumblr
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*hacker voice* i'm in.
#stray kids#skz#hyunjin#hwang hyunjin#bystay#dancerachasource#staysource#hyunjinsource#mine*#userzaynab#cheytermelon#userfoive#vivitual#useroro#usernaya#pov what everyone imagines when i say im gonna study compsci
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Academy era Viktor fic on ao3!!
Tag list below the cut! Thank you all so much for the encouragement I've received on this fic; it truly means the world to me.
I'm going to chance asking one small favor. If I tagged you, could you please leave a comment on ao3/a fun bookmark/share with a friend/something else? Doing this tag list was a lot, and I'd appreciate hearing your thoughts on the fic if I tagged you (or if I didn't!)
@thebluespacecow, @viktorthemachineherald, @starlightopal, @icequeenlila, @potterhead0taku, @smallgermancar, @puddingbat, @capobegone, @autistic-beshelar, @chron0ph0bia, @spoekelser, @emeraldscholar, @zephlovesspacestuff, @vidduality, @rowan778, @clowninabox, @miimyn, @d-promachos, @thegreatbluecat72, @anubisisthebomb, @n0-1-important, @fatcryptid, @straysparks, @shelteringyourdna, @draculafactory, @gotosleeeep, @transslyblue, @please-stand-by-me, @doctorho, @colinrobinsonscardigan, @loyalhorror, @little-paperboat, @pepperminteggnog, @comicsohwhyohwhy, @colormehazelnut, @yeehawbvby, @starmans-spaceship, @chemical-killjoy, @locally-sourced-loser, @yaffles-world, @l0on, @tiredfiver, @cthulhu-with-a-fez, @aimithelle, @badwolfrt, @martybaker, @marsreds, @torii-storii, @27dragons, @seiya-starsniper, @chaosheadspace
#ria writes#viktor#arcane#fic#arcane fic#viktor fic#character study#ableism#classism#the academy#heimerdinger#jayce talis#pov viktor#canon disabled character#studying the blorbo like a bug
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not to get dramatic but one of copiaâs dissociative translations in his troubled head was seeing sister imperatorâs saucer of pills as a mug of tea and biscuits. heâs clearly an unreliable narrator who sees things we canât trust to be true; going off of this, can we trust that the mug of tea he was handed before the encore was actually that? whoâs got time to down a whole mug of hot tea when youâve still got three songs to perform? isnât it a strange beverage to give him out of all the other options? don't get me wrong i'm absolutely not being serious here (also not insinuating that copia is ill like seestor, i'm going down the psychological route) but what i'm saying is he could have been handed medication he didn't want to acknowledge
#what i'm saying is he has some issues#so treatment for that was also replaced by something innocent and nice#i'm nervous of posting stuff like this because i always worry people will misunderstand my intent (<- autism) so just to be clear#i am NOT saying that i think this could have been an intentional choice in the film#i'm just being silly#'the curtains are red' moment#i'm acting like a girl who did 3 months of a film studies qualification then had to drop it and get serious about stem#sorry this is another consequence of the insane temperatures in this country rn#i feel out of it#the band ghost#rite here rite now#papa emeritus iv#alsooo i know those shots are not strictly from his pov unlike those where he sees the normal chair / cat tree / tea & biscuits#again. not serious#cheers#posting post-friday-night-drinks or i will end up deleting this
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Light burst study thang?
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heyyy arkayne fans âŠâŠ.. drops this here and runs away
#i keep posting about redhanded but arkayne will always be so special to me i fear#also people in this fandom like leyendecker right has anyone doen this one yet#i tried really hard to make arthur look like hes unsatisfied in this situation#also imagine being john in this situation having to watch nyarlathotep flirt with your man#from first person pov too#the inherent voyeurism of the situation is comedic to me#tumblr killed the quality#arkayne#redhanded#arthur lester malevolent#arthur malevolent#kayne malevolent#arthur lester#john doe malevolent#john malevolent#malevolent podcast#malevolent#jc leyendecker#leyendecker study#mrspronouns art#commissions open
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I had too much fun with this. These are my concept art notes to determine how his facial anatomy works for my LoveLetter AU. He is semi-organic and rife with body horror.
#my art#spamton#spamton g spamton#deltarune#big shot spamton#big shot era#deltarune chapter 2#sketch dump#concept art#loveletter au#loveletter#deltarune au#study#I want to give him a sort of uncanniness despite how handsome he is#A lot of dolls are quite beautiful but the longer you stare at them the more unsettling they can be#technically he is a puppet but I gave him doll-like qualities because they are hardly any different from my POV#while canon depictions of Spamton give him an undeniable and cute charm despite his strange proportions#I go for an approach where he could feasibly be played by a real actor. His strangeness comes from the unusual way he moves and talks#He's almost like those famous actors or musicians who get plastic surgery and look âokayâ but still off. You know it's them but...
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