#break the shell

[such-a-daydreamer]

Based on a real thing that happened to me and my sister (me as Stan and my sis as Ford)

She had held my foot up for a while trying really hard to pull me up thinking it was my arm, we laughed about it almost instantly after but it was still scary.

Be beach careful people! Waves can easily pin you against the sand if you don't dive at the right time.

[artashipatrick]

[quixoticprince]

*In the voice of someone who's only media experience is jjba*: Wow, getting a lot of jjba vibes from tf2

Amidst the chaos and disappointments that encompassed my last two months, I had a fun connection about two of my favorite brain rot comics - you got an immortal(ish) with a harsh backstory who spirals into obsessive hatred that ends in the stealing of their obsession's bodies and subsequently haunt those family lines and those adjacent to them for generations - and I liken the Zeppelis, who shares the Joestar's generational curse by Dio/immortal creatures in general, to the Conaghers who I also see as helpers to the Mann line Its a really cool angle to look at Engie in, who since I was 14 was my least favorite character lol, this really elevated him for me

And so if the Manns are like the Joestars, that means like, Olivia Man is the equivalent of Joseph lol which is very funny to me

[other-floret-friend]

Genuinely creepy goonerfinni.

She stalks you at night. Screens hooked up to the cameras in your hab, gently stroking at her injectors with that pink-gold glow in her eyes, observing you doing the most banal of things because you're just so precious. And when curiosity takes you over and you look up something like how it feels to be collared, her leaves visibly tremble from excitement.

Other Affini seem a little... strange around her, in a way that's pretty hard to explain. The visible sight of glittery pollen across her form despite not actually having a floret, being quite obviously her own, brings about intrigued looks - nothing accusatory, but certainly curious. She's a bit odd, perhaps, but not harmful.

She still watches, though. Seeing something like you making a sandwich with such a sense of lust in her form, giggling and babbling almost incoherently about how adorable you are when you drop the butter knife you're using, about how precious you are, how you're so helpless all on your own. She's got pretty detailed notes about you, and yet you've not met her.

Yet.

You seem to get this sense that someone's watching you, but maybe that's just normal. Sure, your hab's AI is always active, but sometimes, it's like it speaks with a different... purpose, behind it. Odd orders of Terran-compatible... "pleasure tools" keep "mistakenly" arriving at your door from unmarked senders, but you know this has to be a mistake, right? And surely the changes in recommendations on your infopad are just some sort of glitch, as they seem to suggest weirder and weirder florn over and over, almost insisting on it.

...maybe you shouldn't have refused those obscure, tiny little advances for so long. Your secret admirer's only more and more infatuated by the day, constantly on the precipice of putting out a notice of intent on you, but wondering if you'd turn it down. She just can't have that. An idea forms. Not something most Affini would do on a whim, but something that Affini like her seem to revel in. Fantasies shared with other plants. All of them like her, ending up with their own florets by some means or another.

Late one night, while you're snoozing, all tuckered out from tentatively looking up the effects of different xenodrugs out of "curiosity" on the overnet, she finds that she just can't help herself. She knows where you are. In fact, she knows how to effortlessly, silently slip into your hab, unnoticed, and she does just that. She's so close to you. She smells so, so sweet, reeking of spent xenodrugs and nectar. That look on her face is so controlling, but so loving.

Unfurling around your sleeping form, vines wrapping around you, exposing you to her core as you groggily bat your eyes to see her looking down at you, she shushes you, injectors slipping into your skin, so softly apologising both that she just couldn't hold herself back, but also for not doing this sooner.

You don't need to worry. You'll be such a good floret. This was always best for you, right? The biorhythm sinking into your soul, the class-C's entering your bloodstream, that look of tired grogginess giving way to flustered, pet-like adoration on your little face suggests as much. This is how it'd always end up.

...she'll file a notice tomorrow, make it official, all above-board. You're not going to turn it down, after all. :::)

[ktzart]

stop blushing i fucking hate your fake ass.

(pot gets into altercation with kettle, more at 8)

[welcometomybraincomics]

Came back wrong (or smth)

Weeeeee! My first ever DP Fanart! Technically, it's a sketch for another piece I was planning on doing, but I feel like it looks cool enough as is

[leafdoodles]

44 x Gem?

I really like the snails :]

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Makarov in "The Lobby"

Just a sketch before I sleep! Took this opportunity to study Julian Kostov's face and I think I'm getting the hang of it 👌

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Am I highkey seeing Makarov as another Vampire in Halloween AU? 👀 Imagine Makarov being a much stronger vampire than Price because he's been consuming human blood non-stop without remorse. And now in order to defeat Mak, Price has to break his oath and start consuming human blood again 👁️👁️.

Here's some timelapse and hope you love it! *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ଘ

Tip Jar ✨

[wombrion]

You probably get this a lot, but the way you go at drawing the Madoka cast is great and I love Homura being a gangly wet cat of a teenager. It's very fun. Kyoko also has incredible vibes. Also[this goes on for several minutes]

waaa thank yuuuuuuuu!! these two are one of my faves dynamic wise.. even though they dont really got going on in canon i think theyre so fun together:)

[dearaustinbutler]

“I genuinely don’t have anything to add to that. I was a shy kid as well. That’s why I got into fashion.” 😆

YouTube credit to Next Big Picture

[royaltea000]

Rebirth

[billiuspendragon]

The thing about Teruhashi is that she isn't "the peak of femininity", she's the epitome of what the patriarchy wants women to be.

Men are nice to her, love her and give her things -- but it isn't really for her. Men go out of their way to give her attention because they hope they will get attention from a pretty girl in return. They might not want her to do anything specific -- they just want her to exist for them, and to always be smiling at them, because they think that's what a pretty woman should be. According to the patriarchy, pretty women exist to be lovely and to brighten everyone's days. If they're not then there's no point to them.

Honestly I think Teruhashi has made it her mission to be "perfect" in this way because it's that way she feels she has control over the situation. Weaponising her beauty and manipulating people is all she can do because she can't use her voice. People listen to her, yes, but only because she's pretty and nice for them. They love her, but they don't respect her as a person. I believe that if Teruhashi was truly upset about something she would probably be labeled as "crazy" -- and she knows this, which is why she tries so hard to make even her tears palatable and pretty.

That's why it sort of rubs me up the wrong way when she's praised for her efforts by Saiki. Why should forcing ourselves into a mould for men to admire us be praised? It's sad that Teruhashi has to do this. It's sad that she has to act and perform to feel like she has even a little control over the waves of people constantly fawning over her. She did not choose this life. Why should Teruhashi be praised for being a good girl and fitting into the patriarchy? I don't know if that was the intended message but that's what it feels like at times and it's frustrating! It's so frustrating!

My one hope is that she does refuse to answer a guy's question after she faints that one time, which paints a hopeful picture of her future character development. I do wish they'd taken this a bit further, but, hey ho.

In short, "the peak of femininity" is not something that really exists, because we are all our own people. Being a woman shouldn't be about living for others, it should be about being a fucking human like anyone else.

[vaggieslefteye]

HUSK, Hotel Bartender & Concierge | 1x04 - Masquerade

"Oh, I FORGOT — you're the wise-old bartender who's seen it all! Get the fuck over yourself and pour me a real drink."

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Everyone else on the funny election poll:

Jeb!

Voteblues on the funny election poll:

[akirathedramaqueen]

Only one person has the power to make Stolas cry

And I'll keep the intrigue just a little bit longer so you can try to guess for yourself and experience the kind of satisfaction I had once I pieced it all together. And, oh boy, did it click!

Okay, so today, after a rather passionate conversation with @tealvenetianmask about how fandom seems to perceive Stolas as overly emotional and soft demon, we started rummaging through all the scenes where Stolas actually cried. We were blown off by some revelations.

First note: it's actually not much. Our owl appears to be very sturdy and often bites back when attacked, rather than shutting down as one might expect.

Second note... Better let me show you. Let's walk through all the 'Stolas cries' scenes and see what is happening there, and answer the question, "What, or rather who, sets him off the rails?"

This is your last chance to place your bets and educated guesses. Because below are big clues, and, eventually, answer.

Circus

We follow up on Stolas shortly after the disastrous date at Ozzie's - arguably, a couple of hours later. He looks absolutely miserable. He has boozed himself to unconsciousness. His eyeliner is ruined from earlier tears. He groans, either from headache or emotional turmoil, grabs three Happy pills, and shoves them down his throat.

Whatever happened at this club ruined our bird, to the point he's looking for anything to avoid being alone with his thoughts.

Western Energy

One shed tear. That's all Stolas allows himself. That's what I am talking about when I claim he is actually very tough. He is being tortured, mutilated, and by this point, he has a pretty good understanding that his demise is likely inevitable.

And you know what he does in response? He talks back. He cuts through Striker's bullshit about royals taking everything from him and points out that his killer took a contract from a royal. He literally humiliates Striker with sex jokes and mocks his oversized dick on the statue ego. Figuratively, he spits death in its face.

The Full Moon

Stolas is destroyed.

This meeting was nerve-wracking even before it happened - all the preparation, insecurities, misunderstandings of the past, and lingering, terrifying questions (He loves me? He loves me not?).

It takes weeks to set everything in motion. He planned it meticulously. He scripted every word, every movement of his body, every subtle tone in his voice.

But he forgot that there was another party in this play. The party who was not given the script and is burdened with his own trauma. One shitty assumption, one poorly-thought-out action, and here it is - mockery, avoidance, a fight... and tears. His first meltdown he wasn't able to conceal.

His worst nighmares came true, or so he convinced himself. He loves me not.

Apology Tour

Our last stop on our 'we-love-being-tortured-by-crying-Stolas' tour is here.

The wound is still fresh, bleeding even, and here he comes, rubbing salt into it. Someone Stolas still desperately wants. Someone who was infinitely brash, rude, and aggressive just this morning. Someone who doubled down on statements that made Stolas believe this particular someone hates him.

That someone tries to talk. To explain. To apologize. Wonders how Stolas could actually care about him. Says the prince is better off without him.

Fuck... The prince came here to forget, to wipe that someone (okay, it's getting increasingly hard to pretend it's not obvious yet) from his memory, at least for the night, and he still won't let Stolas go.

He breaks into tears, crushed, reassured he can't have anyone who would hold him, who would say he is the only one, but recuperates shortly after - he was taught better than this.

Okay, are we ready for the shocker of the year?

It's Blitzø.

It was his date with Blitzø at Ozzie's, where he was ignored, humiliated, and was told that their relatioship was only about sex, and that he was the one who made it clear.

It was Blitzø turning down (or so he thought) his distress call, leading him to believe he was left alone to die.

It was Blitzø mocking his confession and assuming it was just a fucking roleplay.

Finally, it was Blitzø haunting him since that very morning and, albeit with better intentions, still hurting him beyond his abilities to recover.

The only person who tore his soul apart enough to break his inpenetrable mask - built up by decades of gritted teeth, restraint, and bravery - was the one he probably cares about the most.

It was not Octavia, whom he holds close to his heart but couldn’t allow to see him depressed. He had to be strong for her; he needed to raise and support her.

It was not Stella, whom he endured for years, yet did not satisfy her wish to see him whimper. He talked back, argued, ignored, and seethed. But he never gave in.

It was him. An imp who stole his grimoire and gave him the best time of his life, however sad that may sound.

Now, thanks for joining this drama in four acts. You may pull out your handkerchiefs and ugly cry right here, in your places. Don't hold it in.

Because I don't.

[mugmegan]

the idea from this post. did it very roughly very fast in my break. not exactly what I want so I will take another go at it later