#don't worry to match it

[wishfulsketching]

@castiels-slinky and @a-library-of-old both wanted riddlerbird+martin+zsasz/someone. So here's Zsasz photoboming a family picture moment because he has something to inform Oswald about

Yet again, Oswald is not happy

[chausie9]

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME IT WAS JOHN'S B-DAY YESTERDAY?!1!!!? T^T sure sucks to not be online a lot..

anyways, here are some spare John designs

[crustyfloor]

My night was going so wonderfully.

The headshot of this cover is just PAINFUL. They're actually acknowledging each other, they're the only ones on a cover to do that. And it's the prominent detail that Mizi looks horrified staring at Sua, even though they're clutching each other so... like they can't let go, while Sua looks reverent in the lane of that gaze, even blushing, slightly, savoring the moment. This also looks like their kiss scene...

To me, she looks just the same as the day she died because I think this cover is Sua's haunting of Mizi, because Sua's singing is just that, haunting and distant the longer she sings, she's fading out, but so gently despite its gruesomeness. And Mizi is grieving.

She's as angelic as she is in Mizi's memories..

But there's a cruelty to this because Mizi will never forget what she saw in round 1, that's why seeing Sua over and over and over again terrifies her, hence why the tone of this song is SO dark, especially in the second half when they're coming to a close, they get desperate to keep each other close, and there is a certain, but familiar ignorance to Sua's presence as if she can't see Mizi's pain even though Mizi is crying right in front of her--childish egos, Sua becomes a more honest character after her death, and in more expressive formats like this, and I like how she takes on that position in this song, the taker. (Like Till, he wanted a security blanket out of Mizi; Sua is similar in that sense.) as she takes and wants from Mizi for her own sanity.

And this newest illustration, oh my god. EXPRESSES THIS IDEA PERFECTLY, Sua looks so utterly distant, ghostly, dead.

In contrast to Ivan and Till's cure, Mizi and Sua's cure is more of a duet, and they switch places often. Mizi starts the song, she ends the song (just like in my clematis), and Sua supports it. Whereas Ivan and Till take turns leading and harmonizing, Mizi and Sua both participate.

And I believe they're interacting? Ivan and Till's cure wasn't a message to each other, something a lot more complicated than that--but Mizi and Sua transition frequently and it feels like they're singing to each other, It's more intimate.

Mizi - Allow me, to the tips of your finger

Allow me, to the ends of your feet

Dissolve me in your gaze

I don't want to let you go.

Sua - Please, leave me scars

Please, hurt me so that not a singly drop of me remains

Let me drown in you.

(The backing vocals mean so much to me, it's like a choir(?))

Mizi - Until these falling stars

Are buried in the blur of time

On your icy lips

Read my soul, yes, my soul

It wasn't spontaneous for the sake of it either, because this is a call-and-response

Sua - Even if your cold words

Carve scars beneath my eyes

May they linger on your tongue

You can break me apart

Mizi - Notice my pain

And mend me right now

To quiet my fears

I'll drown in you

-

Mizi is directly asking Sua, or the version of her she can't forget, to stay with her, calm her like she used to, as she wishes to have remained in the dark, to drown in her, or to have just not been left alone and, because even now Sua's death is not something she can accept, the portrayal of her feelings as she expresses her pain and desire to keep Sua close, even the false presence of her "On your icy lips" and "notice my pain and mend me right now" even though It's terrifying her, she doesn't want to let go.

Sua acknowledges Mizi's pain, and their shared pains after she died for her, the blame and the betrayal. Interestingly, Sua takes on the metaphorically self-destructive lyrics, Sua lives in fear, anxiety, and utter gloominess, she didn't want to be hurt by Mizi in the literal sense, but she would've rather been warmed in Mizi's soft light, her false hope and optimism, to be destroyed and to destroy Mizi's hope, even dying as the penalty of their love was far better.

Then Sua goes on to sing through the perspective of Mizi and her loneliness and grief after losing her with perfect clarity, it takes me back to the comic where Ivan scolded Sua about her plan, saying that she'd be nothing more than a trauma to Mizi after everything is said and done, she got upset at Ivan because she knew that, was devastated by the fact that she would be a burden just as she always feared, but then, what's a life without Mizi by her side, her only safety net? Her every reason for living?

This song displays their deep love and devotion, they sound melancholic but even in these horrific circumstances, Mizi's pain and hesitance, they don't drown each other out, they move together in perfect harmony just like they always do, in this way, it also feels like an apology of sorts from both sides before the bitter end, and a final goodbye.

AND THEN AT THE END WITH THE PERFECT SYNCHRONIZING OF THEIR VOICES ARGHH

And a new Sua illustration for the occasion 😭💔 (I'm gonna catch you soon Vivinos just wait.)

[bloomingkyras]

Ravenwood House for download

I got an asked, if it's ok to share this house with u guys and of course no (kidding 🤪) Yes u can have this house for ur gameplay. Since, I'm just gonna use this house for mini series, also this house is not mine, it's ea build, and I just give it a renovation.

T.O.U

30x 20 (cc free)

1 bed & 1 bathroom (Crow's Crossing)

$61,082

I use all the pack I have, but feel free to use what ever pack u have in case some item missing.

Playtested and make sure bb.moveobject are on

That its. Hope u enjoy living your afterlife or before life in this house. And feel free to tag me, if u use this house in your gameplay. I love to see what u are up to with it.

PUBLIC DOWNLOAD

[vonlipvig]

jack and jerry are still kinda figuring out how this whole human-rubbery relationship thing works... (turns out it's the same as any other relationship, just a bit more gooey) 💚

[iridescentoracle]

i am so obsessed with how like. taken as read the ot3 are at this point. like on the one hand it feels like they've been building up to this for ages but on the other hand it kind of feels like i blinked and we skipped right past some Major Turning Point where everything got spelled out and we're just already in firmly Established Relationship-land. obviously tarvek is too well-protected for anyone to assassinate openly, look how angry his boyfriend and girlfriend are at the idea of anyone threatening him. at this point i'm half-convinced agatha's just going to refer to her boyfriends in passing to someone else and no one's even going to comment on it until van finds out twenty pages later and immediately starts making everyone pay up

[pointycorgiears]

Hancock, visiting Cross Guild: You've built up quite the impressive organization here, Crocodile.

Crocodile: Yes, and our influence reaches further across the seas everyday. It would be an honor to have you join us.

Hancock: I might have to consider...but I just can't believe the change you've managed to make in Hawkeyes. He actually smiled when he greeted me off my ship. I didn't think he was capable of it!

Crocodile: As much as it pains me to say, it wasn't just me. The clown was the one that got him to open up.

Hancock: Are you serious? Buggy, of all people???

Crocodile: *shrugs* Turns out Hawkeyes just needed someone with the right frequency to compliment him. He has friends to play with now.

Hancock: Really?

Mihawk, literally across the room, overhearing: *scoffs* I do not play at anything. Why would someone such as myself waste energy on something so childish. It is insulting to-

Buggy, poking his head in the door: Hey Hawk! Alvida just challenged Cabaji to a volleyball death match at the beach! Want to play with us?

Mihawk: Yes, WAIT FOR ME! *runs out of the room*

Crocodile: See what I mean?

Hancock: Uh huh...

[sysig]

I really like @theratpy​‘s Dr. Zo :D I like him for normal reasons don’t even worry about it don’t read into it at all haha (Patreon)

Bonus Ratticus

[adelarsims]

for this beloved contestant i will make the post myself. i'm bringing her to the challenge because she's a staple in my magic world and nothing happens without her!

i present to you, Natalia Keraloms, my amazing potion master made by @piupiowa. Nat is talented and a little chaotic, has a Gigantic Spoon passed down through generations (big brewing requires a big spoon, amirite?), and a few drops of fairy blood (in her veins i mean, not in a bottle on her shelf of reagents... unless?) ✨

[phantomyre]

@aonemanarmy

It had been several days since Sephiroth had locked himself within the basement of the Mansion. Time no longer seemed to have any meaning to him. But neither did the lives of those who anxiously awaited his return. There was a different air about him, now. Darkness had slowly crept into his heart-- a corruption that even caused the candles to tremble as he paced the room, alone with his thoughts. And yet he wasn't completely alone. Further down the small cloister and tucked in a cold chamber, another man was battling his own darkness-- a pandemonium of his demons, clamoring for control over their host. Two men within close proximity of each other, facing a corrupt entity who wanted ownership of their minds. Only one had chosen to unite himself with this powerful darkness and claim it as his own. Feeling the disturbance in the atmosphere, Vincent quickly sat up from his coffin. Something was not right. He was accustomed to the various monsters wandering the mansion. But this aura wasn't coming from an ordinary monster. A looming sense of devastation tugged at his chest, calling him to investigate. Though not quite understanding this feeling, Vincent arose from his coffin and made his way towards the library. The air seemed to get thicker the closer he moved towards his destination. There at the center of the library, a tall man with long silver locks was hunched over a book, several more scattered throughout the room. That hair... it couldn't be him.

There was only one person he had seen with hair that color. And though it was brief, he wouldn't forget the son of that beloved woman. Keeping to the shadows, Vincent pressed his back against the wall around the corner, remaining out of sight should the man venture out. Questions ran through Vincent's mind. What if it was Sephiroth? Why was he here, and what was this eerie aura about him? He could hear the man let out a depraved chuckle. As quiet as it was, it sent a faint chill down Vincent's spine. If this was indeed Sephiroth... The gun strapped to his thigh suddenly felt burdensome.

[janesurlife]

My favourite thing about this photo is mirika trying to fix his shorts

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m feral for subby Bucky. I need him on the floor crying and begging for my pussy, a babbling bitch of a mess.

Okay love youuu💜

Maybe I've got too soft recently but I'm so into the thought of being sweet and gentle and encouraging with subby Bucky?

I can't stop thinking about how pretty he could look on his knees in dim bedroom lighting and the way it would accentuate those muscular thighs. He's naked, watching you, stroking his cock a little more frantically than you'd usually allow.

"Please." He sounds more composed than he looks and he's not afraid to keep eye contact with you while he begs.

"I need to feel you." He watches as you trail your finger gently across your own glistening sex, spreading your legs nice and wide so he's got a perfect view from the floor.

You don't respond. There's no sense in breaking a silence that heavy. Not when you know his mouth is watering, imagining the way you'll feel when you engulf his cock and then the way you'll taste while he licks his cum out of your freshly fucked pussy.

"I need you." He whispers, his mouth running faster than his brain. His dick throbs in his hand, precum dribbling down his shaft, over his fingers, making each stroke a little more slick.

"Then have me, sweetheart. I'm all yours." He didn't expect the softness in your voice or the way you tenderly hold his chin to pull him in for a kiss.

He's slipping just a little faster than he wants to but it feels lovely. He's safe, he's loved, he's free to explore interests he's never given much time to and it's all starting to feel quite comfortable and natural to him.

"I love you, I hope you know that." You whisper, kissing his forehead while you line his tip up to your entrance.

"Oh God." He whimpers, his head falling onto your shoulder because he can't look at you now. Not as he's pressing into you and you're being so gentle with him. It'll be overwhelming and he simply can't have that.

"I love how you make me feel. I love getting to see you like this." You coo softly, stroking the back of his head, enjoying his hot, erratic breathing on your neck.

Inch by inch, he slides inside you. It's slow and reverent and considerate and downright perfect.

"You don't need to last, sweetheart. Let me take care of you for now and we can go a little bit longer later." Your offer isn't one he can turn down. He's been too aroused for too long and taking the edge off is exactly what he needs so he can focus on your pleasure.

His thrusts from then on are much faster, his tip rubbing your sweet spot delightfully and while it's not enough to get you off, it leaves you arching yourself closer to him.

It doesn't take long for him to become a babbling mess, panting and moaning against your neck, begging to be allowed to cum inside you.

"I'm so proud of you." You remind him, holding him as close as you can. There is no closer than this; not with him inside you but it still feels important to be unreserved in how much you want him. "I'm so proud of you. It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. You're okay, I've got you."

You feel his hips stutter, his shaft pulsing and throbbing as he shoots his first load into you, buried as deep inside you as he can manage. There are a few tender moments where you just hold him, kissing his broad shoulders while he catches his breath, letting him get comfortable on your chest.

[mickey-vaughan]

It was true- they hadn't seen much of each other even though it was Jesse's own suggestion that brought Avery into town. At the time, there was nothing else he could think to say. What was there to say, after someone confessed to something literally insane? Insane to Jesse, anyway. Greywood was full of people like Avery (now) so it was only common sense there might be someone out there that could help the guy get through this... change. But their lack of interaction since his old cohort loped into town in the old beaten up hunk of junk Jesse was currently hunched over now couldn't be solely blamed on the other. After all, there'd been plenty of opportunities for him to stop by and check in on Avery for the past month and yet, he'd kept a suspicious arm's length or given a couple of lame excuses to blow it off. Seemed easier than admitting the obvious truth: he was uncomfortable. He didn't know how to think or behave, let alone feel, now that someone he used to be close with was... different. Not that this was Jesse's first run around the block with "different" people- you couldn't live in Greywood and be oblivious to how special the area and its occupants were. This was, however, the first person he'd personally known that wasn't like him anymore, and that changed everything.

"Don't worry about it," Jesse answered in short, as he hitched the hood up into place to have a better look of things. "Personally think you're ready to send this one to the yard," he went on, attempting to focus more on the excuse that aided Avery to see him today. "When's the last time you even got a tune up? Jesus." The man's head shook; he'd barely touched anything yet and already his hands were dirty. He gave his palm a tentative sniff, just to confirm what he already knew. "It's brake fluid," he murmured, eyeballing the area briefly. "You've got a leak in the brake lines." Common enough issue- wouldn't be a hard fix, if he had the parts Avery needed. Otherwise, he might be out a vehicle for a couple days as Jesse shopped around at the garages in the area to see if they did.

Jesse stilled some, hand curling in against metal he braced against. The mention of his sister had caught him off guard, and it wasn't something he could just ignore away. Maybe, even, a part of him didn't want to- he was sorely lacking in those he could talk to about her and that problem. That didn't make it any easier to talk about it, though. Every time she got brought up, it became a fresh wound all over again and he could hardly swallow over the lump in his throat. Hurt wasn't easy to handle. Anger was. It was usually a toss up as to which one it would be on the daily. He wasn't quite ready to take that olive branch of relief yet- not when Avery wasn't really Avery anymore. Right? Hell, he wasn't sure how this all worked. Jesse's gaze lifted to meet Avery's briefly. "So what... you can't just like, go back to normal?" A minor flush of embarrassment crept up the sides of his neck, because he knew that was a stupid and ignorant question. A wishful-thinking one, even. As much as Jesse hoped, he doubted it would be anything simple like that.

Avery's life had turned upside down, he had been here for about a month, and haven't been able to see his friend, the one that got him here, he hoped Jesse understood, the only reason he kept himself away was because of the wolf, Avery didn't want to dare walking around knowing he could at any point lose it, he was dangerous and he had many close calls to even try to be around people, let alone a friend. He felt a little better now so here they were... together again... "So.." Avery says looking over at this friend, "I'm here..." well duh, "I'm sorry I didn't come earlier just--it's been a mess, only now I'm finding my place, slowly," he sighs, this whole thing is still odd to deal with, being here with someone from his past, from the time he was still...himself. Just Avery. "I gotta say--yeah you've been right all along and now I see it--" he knows its a touchy subject, "Your sister---this supernatural beings, their doing," not that Avery doubt his friend, but at the same time it was hard to get his head around this world, the supernatual world. "And I'm--one of them now." @jesse-cowen

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Actually, the best part of being a "chosen one" is you don't have to send in a resume and write a coverletter. A magical scroll or mysterious stranger or flock of ravens just show up and give it to you.

[hollowsart]

Local sloth defeats the master of illusion once again!

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[aroaceleovaldez]

once again thinking about the worldbuilding in the riordanverse of "names are power" / "belief is power."

The Tri were only able to become immortal through convincing enough people to worship them that it became true. Monsters and immortals only exist through continued belief, and if enough people believe that they're dead or gone then it becomes true, like Pan. Their varied forms exist and manifest as they're believed in and called upon. Names call attention and epithets summon aspects. They're acknowledgement. Belief. Putting a name to a concept creates it as an individual.

And that's so fascinating when you start applying it to demigods. How much of their abilities are based on belief in themselves, in expectations of each other, in their parents' expectations of them? We've seen mortal figures who became immortal in some form or another because they were remembered. Even the lares - ancestral house gods, who persist because they're remembered. They have a legacy.

At what point does a demigod achieve that status? Rumors and whispers about them so persistent that they slowly become true. "I heard that Jason Grace is the son of two gods, does that make him a god?" "I heard Percy Jackson defeated a titan single-handedly. That he can create hurricanes without breaking a sweat. That he can control blood." After awhile, after enough rumors, does it become impossible to tell where they end and the legends begin? Isn't that what being a demigod is; half-legend?