#degree exploration

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[goldensunset]

when people refer to canon story-relevant kingdom hearts games as ‘spinoffs’ it makes me sad not only for the obvious reasons i always say but also bc like man i WISH this series had spinoffs. imagine what they could do if they had permission from nomura to truly go off the rails and ignore the greater canon for a second and just do some fun whimsical plotless thing in an alternate universe. imagine a fishing/boating game on destiny islands. kh fighting game. it is an injustice that we have been deprived of kingdom karts. can anyone hear me

[ihavesomejays]

text transcription:

Many springs ago, I perceived a sea of flowers upon a lake. I thought to myself that those fleeting colors held indescribable beauty.

The next time I perceived those colors was many years later, when the medic’s tent had blinded me to all but red. The radiance of that shining star was lost on my eyes.

Now, my eyes no longer perceive the subtleties in the colors around me.

But I am content.

For I can now see the most brilliant colors in my universe.

anyways yeah why did they fucking do that to jiaoqiu bro

the planning for this experimentalish comic is under keep reading

[thedolsideblog]

You are in the school canteen. The room is packed with students chatting and eating their lunch.

You see Blythe carrying his tray and sitting down at a table in the middle. Other students join him.

🍽 (1) Eat with Blythe (0:15) | - Stress | + Love <<

You walk over to Blythe's table. The table is pretty packed already, with students vying for Blythe's attention. He replies to them with short answers and huffs, but he immediately ignores them when he notices you're close. "Hey." He looks over the lithe boy next to him. "Can you move a bit? I want them to sit next to me." the lithe boy frowns.

(1) Suggest that you sit on his lap instead | Promiscuity 2 | ++ Lust <<

(2) Wait for them to move

You stop Blythe from forcing the lithe boy from moving. "Actually, I see a seat right here." you point at his lap. "Can I sit there instead?"

Blythe pauses, his expression unreadable before breaking into a small, suggestive smile. "You're right. Here, put your tray down first." He takes your tray away with ease, putting it down near his. He shifts slightly, allowing you to squeeze yourself in and sit on his lap. Blythe settles his one hand on your hip before continuing to eat like normal.

The students gawk at you casually sitting on Blythe's lap. You get the feeling that they're jealous, too. | + Status

It's a bit of a struggle to eat properly on Blythe's lap, but you make it work. Blythe doesn't seem to mind the extra weight either, tracing his hand on your thighs once he's finished with his lunch. The other students leave when they finish with their lunches, freeing up space, but Blythe doesn't let you move away from his lap.

When you finally finish your meal, you gingerly move away from Blythe's lap, and you catch a glimpse of disappointment in his face. Though, it's quickly replaced by his usual stony expression. "That's that, then." Blythe says. ".....Feel free to use my lap again. I don't mind it." Blythe gives you a quick peck on the lips before standing up and leaving the canteen.

Kylar glares at Blythe, but Blythe doesn't seem to care. | +++ Jealousy

[bumblingbabooshka]

When the only person who might understand what happened- understand. Not sympathize or empathize or comfort you but understand what happened, isn't there anymore. Or: 'A Man Made Me Do Something I Didn't Want To', for when you can't talk about it or look it in the eye [Patreon | Commissions]

[nyoomfruits]

something about writing oscar loving lando and automatically making it show through acts of service in every possible fic... i actually think my perspective of oscar is defined by that a little bit but i do not complain. thinking again about your osctober space fic. so so fascinating and beloved to me that one person pushes oscar away because of how he shows his love and he goes home to someone who actively asks him for that. beautiful stuff

i firmly believe oscar's love langauge is at least some form of acts of service just based on the way we've seen him be around lando? a true landoscar scholar like @inchidentally would probably be able to put this more eloquently and with more receipts but alas. it is me and my rabid thoughts about acts of service piastri you're getting lmao

but we see it in clips like the one where oscar opens the crisp packet for lando (which is clearly Not Easy but i feel like the second lando asked oscar to open it oscar was like "I will open this crisp packet even if it is the LAST THING I DO" ergo. acts of service) or when he so so so gently corrects the pronounciation of 'chrysantemum' (which lando actively looks at him for!!!!!!!!! thats such a cute bit i feel like we don't talk about enough) even a more recent, shippy example like when lando gifted oscar the sprint win in qatar and after oscar was showing a lot more pda (you couldn't fit a ruler between the two for when they were walking around) which could almost be seen as a thank you? (oscar giving lando something (pda) which he knows lando likes but which is a lot harder for oscar to give because he's not a very touchy person. could be interperted as an act of service too)

anyway. inch probably has better examples of this lmao but acts of service piastri i love you sooooo

[sweetestflow3rs]

♡ - THE PLAYER CHARACTER: VANIDA, THE IDOL || THE MONSTER - ♡

An in-depth bullet point list, regarding the lore of my PC

Full government name is Vanida Thompson

Born from an ongoing sexual affair between her mother who was an unnamed sex worker & her father, an infamous underground fighter / thug

Her father & Bailey grew up in the Orphanage together and were childhood friends ( & maybe more ); before her father was arrested for killing her mother when she was only 3yrs of age

Vanida has no idea who her parents are, and her father's connection with Bailey

Originally, was someone very sweet. A bit clumsy in her execution, but was someone very earnest and determined. Never wanted to exclude anyone and tried becoming friends with everyone.

Had a big baby crush on Sydney that helped her power through horrors ( unknown to Sydney who was still in the closet ), but also made her spiral more when things kept getting worse ( "An angel like her would never date someone filthy like me." )

Thought Avery was into her at first, and was very excited about being noticed by her until she realized that Avery bought her from Bailey

Used to work vigorously at the Cafe until she passed out, got recommended for therapy by Harper. Never went to a single appointment because she kept forgetting due to work. She never misses a single payment!!

Lost her virginity to the nun at the Temple when she was trying to get lichen for the Science Fair. Now, she hates the Temple with a burning passion and thinks they are the worst

Kept getting assaulted so much, that she succumbed for a bit; becoming a sex worker at the Brothel since "might as well make money off of it"

Went through a 2 year phase of anger and apathy. Would let anyone date her, or sleep with her. ( Which HC Whitney then dated after; cause we love gay girls who try to be close with the girl they like by taking their 'things' )

Her relationship with Whitney started the night they had one night stand at the Pub, when Vanida was trying to score clients. Got claimed as Whitney's girlfriend the next day. She didn't think Whitney was serious about their relationship until Whitney showed up to the Orphanage and pulled a gun on Bailey in the winter of their third high school year. ( Vanida also earned a gun kink )

Is now Whitney's number 1 ride or die. Wanting to please her so much, while also wanting to take a page from her book on riding the chaos, that Vanida changed her whole look & personality ( sorta ) (( this is how we got Vanida of today ))

Presents herself now as someone very chatty & sociable. Charming and almost ditzy-like with how she giggles and smiles to make people like her. She still is writhing and rolling around in her hatred and anger under her mask. She hates, or resents, almost everyone. Has become someone extremely mean-spirited.

Decided to use her body for something more productive, and that's by using her sex to have almost the entire town at her beck & call. Most will do anything to just have a chance with her, and Vanida takes full abuse of it. Her demonic transformation really helps with this.

Sees all relationships as transactional & only develops bonds that she thinks will provide use for her ( either socially, or protection ). As a result, it is almost near impossible for Vanida to cultivate a normal, healthy bond with others that is genuine.

The only ones she has a semi-normal bond is Bailey and Niki, because they both are upfront with their intentions with her, and don't seek her out sexually.

HC that she gets into a lot of yelling fights with Bailey, resulting in getting her ass beat by him. It's how they father-daughter bond

Loves going to 'parties' with Avery, because the more secrets she knows, the more she can use them for her own benefit. Knowledge is power ♡

A top student, with big popularity. The town calls her Venus, the criminal underground call her Sabre

A hedonist

The Underground Farm has tried kidnapping her, but she always manages to escape somehow. Remy just admit you're obsessed with her-/j

Her end goal is to have total control of the entire town for the sole reason to humiliate everyone in power for letting a "slut" have power over them. Bailey is somehow spared in this plan because Vanida has a soft spot for him, because he was the only person to check on her when she'd crash out in early gameplay. Even if all he did was yell at her.

And that's all ( i think ) regarding Vanida, my PC! Thank you for reading! ♡

[abscondminded]

Silly little comic, close-ups of panels below the cut

[nullusreimorio]

In Raven's world, there is love for everyone.

Kylar finally found someone to pour all his love and obsession into, someone who dragged him to the tattoo parlor to have permanent rings.

Astra is going to work hard to be accepted by his parents

[1am-yan]

Lazy redraw of a drawing (that I deleted you dont need to see it) from whenever the pregnancy update came out ... (+ full)

Also it's been officially a year now since I first played DoL!! Milestone or something !

[softmangoes]

true terror | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only

the sun dips below the horizon, tinging the waters of the lake with the day's final golden rays.

you take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of pine and the cold crisp of autumn. the wait is over: there will be a blood moon tonight.

before, you would await for that familiar pull to tug on your soul and reel you into the depths of the lake. those first few nights had felt like something out of a dream: a face made of moonlight, hands that brushed your skin as if to make sure you were real, eyes like shards of the night.

but at this point, you have made marking your calendar to count down the days a science. you have stowed away a bag of spare clothes in the forest. the waves lap at your ankles, beckoning you closer. you are so tired, so sore, and all you want to do is be engulfed by something that shouldn't even be possible.

once you wade until the waters have reached your chest, you take another breath and dive.

"beloved," a familiar voice hums once you surface. you don't quite hear his voice so much as feel it. the specter's joy feels bright, like the gleam of moonlight illuminating the crevices of your soul.

with a grunt, you climb onto the stones, gripping the length of rope you anchored into the ruin during your last visit. the inside of the old temple is lit with a soft glow. he is here. the abomination. the monster. the ghost that haunts you and your heart.

you expect to see his gentle smile to celebrate your arrival. but at the sight of you, the wraith falls silent.

he sees the bruises darkening your throat, listens to your ragged breaths, watches as the tears swell and stream from your eyes.

"i missed you," you say, trying to manage an assuring smile. oh, he's so beautiful. you don't want to ruin your time together with your pain. "i didn't want to keep you waiting."

like a wave, the specter surges in front of you. his hands are balled into fists.

"who made you weep?" he says slowly, reeling in his rage as a riptide pulls a current back to the depths of the ocean.

"i'm fine," you begin to say, but before you can continue, the wraith extends a cold hand to your face and wipes a tear from your cheek. he brings his finger to his mouth, tastes the wet bead of your sorrow.

in that moment, the wraith sees the memory of a vile figure of a man with dark hair and an even darker heart. his hands are around your throat, telling you that you are worthless. that you better pay up or else.

when the specter's eyes open, they are nothing but endless wells of blue. his expression is placid. glassy. the calm before the storm.

"i will rend their flesh from their bones." ghostly tentacles manifest around him, writhing and roiling in the air as if itching to capture and constrict their prey. "they will bear witness to true terror."

"hey," you say softly, taking one of their hands in yours. you two only ever have so much time. already, the moon begins to wane. "i'm okay, alright? i promise."

the wraith softens. his tentacles calm. you are just how you have always been. how he has always loved you: gentle, optimistic, hopeful.

and in all the lives you have lived, you have always been a bad liar.

"the world is unkind." he gathers you into his arms and presses his lips against your temple. "but here, you will always be safe."

you sigh, the tension of the last few days leaving your body. it is only in the arms of an aberration that you can finally find solace. after a few moments, you fall asleep to his fingers running through your hair and the hum of a song that sets your soul at ease.

but soon the night ends as it always does. the wraith places your sleeping form back onto your bed.

his eyes are as red as the moon.

you are safe, as he promised. the hunt begins. you do not hear the screams that pierce through the night.

when you wake up the next morning, bailey's office is empty. you do not see him the day after. or the next.

[forbiddentaako]

can't believe I forgot to post this wip here anyway please send help

[my-darling-boy]

Low-key my design degree I’m on now—even though yeah I’m still Learning things— gotta be the most classist, depressing degree I could’ve taken tbh

[axlestuck]

Farragotober #2

Miphin Eleafe - He/They

Resting pathetic face

Did not ask for this mutation, would like it very much if everyone would stop trying to kill them for it, thanks

Lets his hair grow out now, but used to cut his hair himself ... until the incident

Rogue of Doom, Prospit

Land of Bluffs and Sinkholes

I always love thinking about non-tyrian seadwellers and what would happen to them.

[audliminal]

Bro I thought misfits and magic 2 was over I thought I was in the clear to watch it all >.< Now I gotta fuckin wait for the conclusion and pretend I'm not gnawing at the bars of my cage like a maniac???