#didn't realize that at first

[erigold13261]

📢Psychonauts NSR AU Observations, Chapter 4: Natura District📢

Mangroove Nursery

Milla: These Mangroove plants use to be everywhere! But now they became rare… even the nurseries like this one are going extinct too.

Sasha: Mangrooves are tropical plants that used to line the island and dance with natives. Now these plants are going extinct thanks to people cutting them down into instruments and tools for tourists. The only good thing is that they bring joy to people.

Master of the Woodwind

Milla: “In honor of Master Parsley of the North, whose songs rustles against the winter wind, reminding us of who we are.” Wow, poetic.

Sasha: Parsley, man… what a mysterious man he was. He is truly an artist of the woodwind. They say that his icy-cold stare could literally freeze someone. Yikes.

Old Wax Cylinders

Milla: What is the point of wax cylinders when no one knows what to do with them? Answer? No clue. I bet Sasha would love one of these… wax cylinders.

Sasha: It’s an old phonograph cylinder! They still exist! I wonder how much they cost today?

Master of the Percussion

Milla: “In honor of Master Thyme of the West, whose songs echoed falled within the earth.” Does Sasha know who he is?

Sasha: Master Thyme? I remember that he performed here once. But the fact that he won an award here? I didn’t think of that!

Master of the Brass

Milla: “In honor of Master Rosemary of the South, whose trumpets brought the fires of life in our hearts like summer. For they had bring joy in our hearts.” Too. Much. Info for something like this.

Sasha: Master Rosemary was such great player on the trumpet. Heard that she is now in charge of her own brand of brass instruments.

Master of the Strings

Milla: “In honor of Master Sage of the East, who’s strings tug the hearts of people like rain in spring.” Master Sage sounds like a cool name for a rockstar.

Sasha: Master Sage? As in the Sage Salvia? She was great at performances in Vinyl City. She was pretty great at playing the guitar with only one arm.

Mandrake Promo (Fan-Made)

Milla: ‘Mandrake’? As in, the Mandrake! He’s still performing? He’s only 20 yet he has the voice of a boy band member! How does he still sound young?

Sasha: Oh no, Mandrake is performing? Great, better get some earplugs if I’m going to head to his concerts… …by force.

Prodigy Milk Promo (Fan-Made)

Milla: “Prodigy Milk”? Really? They really gotta think of a better name for this. Cause saying that out loud just sounds… disgusting.

Sasha: Lili only does sponsor of healthy organic produce such as milk. Though… the companies that she support could use some help for names.

Summerdream Album (Fan-Made)

Milla: Oh HELL no, not this. I may hate EDM, but I DESPISE opera. I have no idea how people can not crack when they sing like this. If I ever since opera, I would hide in my home for 2 months. I HATE. OPERA!

Sasha: Oh no, better not let Milla see this. She will be peeved. For real. Last time I saw her stare at an Opera album like this… we got a 3 month ban.

Rat Tracks (Fan-Made)

Milla: Eww! Why would Lili, a musical prodigy that specializes in classic music would allow tracks like these?

Sasha: Rats are common here in Natura. Surprisingly, they’re not nuisances but rather comfort. I’m guessing Lili’s involved?

Audie O. and PSI-King-Branded Flowers (Fan-Made)

Milla: OMG! IT’S A BOUQUET OF ROSES SPONSORED BY AUDIE O. AND PSI-KING! OH MY GOD I WANT THEM! I WANT THEM!

Sasha: Audie O. the drummer and PSI-King the singer often did sponsors together. This also highlighted that the two were in love with each-other.

[egophiliac]

since Eng is getting 7.5 soon(?), I felt motivated to go back to my Meleanor rig and make her a couple of lesson animations! ...except for alchemy, because the cauldron bubbles proved too hard to photoshop around, whoops.

maybe she just got lost on her way to the classroom...?

(credit: backgrounds are from the game, I just put her on top of 'em)

(aside from the backgrounds, this is not an edit, I drew her from scratch! please do not tag or treat as an edit!)

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[aarchimedes]

for context: I read the hobbit first over the course of two years when I was like 13, but I'm only now starting to read lotr. having a blast tho!

anyways, reblog if you feel like it 🙌🏻

[cestacruz]

Heyy, time for the troubles with the other two twins

[Part 2]

[Stanford and kid Stanley/Original]

Anyway! Good times with Stanley and Stanford, and sorry stan, but Ford has a little something to do

[tititilani]

I can't stop thinking about if Simon had taken Edwin's offer

Like Charles finds Edwin in the hallway as ever but this time there's another boy there too, cowering against the wall next to him. Maybe the dollhead spider doesn't care about Simon, too busy focusing on its favorite target, so Charles is left standing in the hallway with Simon when Edwin is taken.

They get out of hell, but Edwin doesn't confess due to Simon hovering behind his elbow. He doesn't want to confess his emotions in front of his killer, who he probably hasn't even properly figured out how he's feeling towards yet.

The Night Nurse is pissed they came out with an extra soul but Niko's same loophole still applies and Simon stays.

"This is Simon," Edwin says when it's all said and done, finally introducing the boy that's been hiding behind him since the door closed. "He was a...classmate of mine."

"He saved me," Simon says, looking up at Edwin moony-eyed and Charles knows that look and something settles heavy in his stomach.

"Glad to have ya, mate," he tells him even though the words taste sour. This other boy knew Edwin when he was alive, the thought is slightly terrifying to him.

Simon settles in fine with the agency even if the agency feels a little crowded now with five people in it but he continues to moon over Edwin and Edwin just...never tells anyone how they actually knew each other. He reasons it just doesn't matter, that he can't find the right time, whatever.

Charles never really warms up to him, though he tries to hide it, but he sees the looks Simon gives Edwin, a soppy smitten look that is somehow worse than anything Monty or the Cat King ever tried with Edwin because of all of them, Simon arguably knows the most about like Edwardian courting. That, like Edwin, Simon has also survived hell. Charles hates the idea that someone could potentially understand Edwin more than he does.

He hates it so much that nothing further happens between him and Crystal because the idea of Edwin being left alone with Simon bothers him so much. He sees Simon adjusting Edwin's collar one (1) time and it makes him feel sick.

And then there's the fortune-teller.

They only go to her sometimes for cases because she never fails to freak Charles out but her prophecies tend to be accurate like 60% of the time which is pretty good for a fortune teller. She looks at the two of them at the end, because it is just the two of them for once, and then looks just at Edwin.

"How kind you are," she says, the words a compliment but the tone snide. "To house your killer. Pray tell it doesn't come back to you."

"What." Charles says. "The fuck."

Charles is furious, of course, and it takes Edwin a long time to talk him out of smashing Simon's face in with the new cricket bat.

"He's like me," he insists in that quiet but firm voice. Charles wants to scream that Simon is nothing like Edwin - that he doesn't have a fraction of Edwin's kindness or pissiness, that his blue eyes are not nearly as beautiful as Edwin's green - but before he can even open his mouth, Edwin continues. "He...He likes boys, Charles. He likes me."

Oh. Oh.

Charles stares at Edwin who is looking back at him, trying and failing to hide the fact he's terrified, and Charles doesn't give one shit that Edwin likes boys because he's his best mate forever. He's still pissed that Simon is apparently staying but he has to hug Edwin at that. "I'm still pissed you didn't tell me about him," is all he says, swallowing back the other words he wants to say.

Charles grows even more paranoid about Simon being around, who has to get used to the fact that Charles takes to swinging his cricket bat ominously every time he comes within ten feet of Edwin. He finds out that adjusting clothing was an Edwardian courting thing and wants to break something. The very idea the very person who killed his best mate is now trying to put the moves on said best mate pisses him off.

It also makes him think of numerous times Edwin had readjusted his collar or jacket in the past and it makes his non-existent stomach flip.

Eventually, Simon decides he's ready to move on to his after-life and Charles keeps his hands from fisting when he looks at Edwin with that same soppy look. He knows Edwin has forgiven Simon by now but Charles has always been better at holding a grudge and he knows what is going to come out of Simon's mouth before he even asks. He knows that if Edwin says yes, he won't stop him.

Charles also knows that if Edwin does, there is no way he is going to find any kind of his own afterlife.

"You could come with me," Simon says hopefully and the moment after is the longest in Charles' life.

"Thank you, Simon," Edwin says kindly and Charles has to keep himself from crying. "But I have no interest in going anywhere without Charles."

He steps back - away from Simon and back towards Charles. Ears suspiciously pink, Edwin links their hands and they watch as Simon follows the Night Nurse.

[benevolenterrancy]

I'm on chpt20 and I want to study SQQ like a bug. My man is flushed, hair down, robes literally falling off his shoulders, LBH on his lap playing with his hair and kissing him... and he finally cottons on to the fact that maybe this isn't how you have a platonic and important discussion. Enforces it for all of five seconds at which point LBH starts massaging his waist and SQQ is back to being like "yeah this is fine and normal". Amazing. Can't believe he insults the IQ of SQH's characters.

[forgettable-au]

Concept art :D

Looks like they're gonna go exploring

[mulderscully]

FIRSTPRINCE + shoulder touches

[hoofpeet]

☀

[madootles]

watched over the garden wall today for the first time! I love u horror fantasy mystery genre

[accirax]

(Whit did, in fact, gaf, but he wasn't about to let anyone know that.)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dungeon Meshi: The RPG

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[lotus-pear]

bsd rewatch w my friend means obligatory art of my fav found family ever

[kotalloh]

REBELCAPTAINWEEK DAY 7: HOPE (BONUS PROMPT)