#finals are keeping me busy

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Hello! I've been following your blog anonymously for a little while and just want to say that I really admire your work! Would you be up for an art trade or commission? I understand that your requests are closed, but feel free to DM if interested! Again, keep up the great work!

Thank you very much,, I appreciate all my followers, lurkers or not <3 Art trades are exclusively for mutuals of mine, but I've been considering opening commissions here!! I just wasn't sure if people would actually be interested y'know- I may do a couple slots once I finish my finals (after December 17th), with my whole TOS and everything. But I really do appreciate the consideration, I'm happy knowing my stuff is well liked enough despite my spotty activity ♥♥♥

[ihatebrainstorm]

Batch 2 of commissions finished! They were all really fun to do :D Thank you again to those who comm'd me! o)-(

(Technically there were 3, but the third isn't a mech thingy so I'd rather just post the mech ones here)

[icantdothistodaybruh]

[applestorms]

L can be such a possessive character at times. he always strikes me as the type of person who is deeply aware of everything that he owns, both in a more literal sense and metaphorically-- like, he knows what money he has and how to use it, what resources are readily available to him and what he has to be sneakier to utilize, the habits and tendencies and emotional states of individuals and world governments both. the DN musical really puts an emphasis on the more computer-y aspects of how his brain functions, which isn't as obvious in the manga/anime but i think still works well as a way to follow his thinking. it's kinda what near does too: everything is a factor to them, every tiny detail a new opening to optimize for the best results, every person and location and object a part of a puzzle waiting to be solved. and as a part of that, L is deeply aware of every and any little thing he may or may not have control over, and exactly to what degree.

his habit of stealing titles as depicted in the LABB murders novel is such a good example of this. ryuzaki, eraldo coil, deneuve. he eats people alive and then takes their names for himself like some kind of fucked up fae or trickster god, creating new masks and personas to hide behind from the remains of the people he's devoured. i have to wonder if he would've used the title of KIRA for himself had he won-- i can hardly imagine what kind of power such a title could hold if held in his hands. of course, he could've just used the defeat of KIRA as a way to build up the L title even further, offering up the body of a dead god like perseus showing off the head of medusa. but L is so emotionally attached to the kira case, i struggle to see him allowing it to fade from existence so thoroughly as near does, even if it is only kept close on a private level...

this is part of why i think it genuinely makes a lot of sense that L's ultimate win state would include capturing light to some degree. even if the memory of KIRA somehow manages to fully disappear from the public consciousness, there is no fucking way L is letting light yagami out of his grasp. honestly, the moment that L truly loses this game is not when he starts investigating misa while still under rem's watch, not when light gets back his memories, not even when he dies, but the moment when he allows light to be freed from the handcuffs. the moment when he allows the other members of the task force to turn off the cameras and keep him from watching light and misa talk in the lobby. the moment when he gives up, lets light yagami go outside of L's personal sphere of control, is the moment when L starts the clock ticking down to the end of his own life.

this is one of the key ways in which i see light as a true equal and parallel to L, as after L's death he, intentionally or no, continues the same tradition and takes L's title for himself, twisting the two sides together into the L-KIRA amalgamation. only, the L title functions a little bit differently than every other persona or title that we see in the series-- because L's true name is L. that's all that he is. on a literal, legal, and emotional level, i don't think that L is anything more than L. he is the world's greatest detective, he's an incredible, weirdo super genius, but he does not afford himself much more than that, barely allows himself personhood or humanity outside of his work. light was the one to ultimately defeat L because he did not just put a stain on his character (as BB attempted), did not just kill him, but stole his very identity and took it for himself.

one of the biggest contradictions of L's character that i think you must accept should you attempt to portray him accurately is that he is both deeply detached from humanity while also having all of his work and effort and life be focused around saving it. it's one of the ways in which he is an exact opposite to light-- where light relies on humanity for external validation, to be Seen, while also looking down on it as dumb and immoral and spineless, L is so separated from it that he barely exists as a person, all the while dedicating almost every action he takes to helping it. remember: for all the emotional turmoil that wammy's house and the legacy of L may put on the kids living there, ultimately it's entire existence is nothing more than L's logical solution to his potential demise. if he dies, the world goes down with him, all of the cases that are yet to happen and he is yet to solve being left in the air. he has the foresight to set up a fail safe, but not to consider the emotional implications of what being that fail safe might feel like, how high the price of your own humanity is if you are not already alienated from it, the inability to have your own name on your gravestone-- though perhaps some of the blame also falls on watari's shoulders in this case, philanthropic old bastard that he is.

imo, playing his game really got it right in presenting L and light as one and the same, synonyms on either side of the mirror. in every action they take they are both so selfishly selfless, playing the game for themselves and their own pleasure but plastering the needs and will of humanity on top of it. L isn't invested in saving humanity for the sake of humanity-- he just likes the thrill of having the stakes raised so high. hard to shit on ryuk for wanting entertainment when the humans he finds are just the same as him.

[poruvoron]

orving

[leqclerc]

Charles Leclerc talks with Sebastian Vettel inside the Ferrari hospitality on Thursday in São Paulo (edited)

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[stars-n-spice]

Another One:

Couldn't resist after seeing this banger by @here-comes-the-moose

[ruvviks]

gayboys in the apocalypse whatever will they do!! rudy (top) belongs to me and luca (bottom) belongs to @mojaves :]

taglist (opt in/out)

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

@lestatlioncunt, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;

@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree;

@jacobseed, @swordcoasts

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober2024 | Day 9 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist

The Giant Won't Save You

AI-less Whumptober: Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

Whumptober: OBSESSION | Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)

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“You're so beautiful,” the creature boomed above them. “I've been looking for a specimen like you for years, no, decades, you're going to revolutionize–..”

Their voice practically cut through whumpee's eardrums, shook their entire soul in their chest as they sat shivering and pinned in the giant's warming hands. They knew they should run. They knew they should fight the hands and bite and kick and punch until they were free to fly away. Right back out into the cold. Into the frigid air that practically pierced through their skin.

Made them unable to fly.

Unable to get home.

Unable to escape.

They should fight.

But they were so, so tired. Even the jumbling around of the giant as they ran who knows where didn't rouse them from the impending unconsciousness, the dip into the dark. The blackness closed in on them, just like the hand that had snatched their frigid and fragile body out of the freezing snow.

Then suddenly there was bright! And warm, even warmer, not just the hands enclosing them, but the very air around them was warm.

They must be in a home of some sort. A home of the giant's.

Their heart skipped a beat as clarity flooded through their head.

No.

No no no no NO.

They needed to get out NOW before it was too late.

They started kicking in the giant's grasp, and the giant recoiled slightly, their hold growing looser so that whumpee felt the joy of promised freedom. RIght before the hand closed around them even tighter, pinning them completely.

“OW!!” The giant cried. “NO, no, I'm sorry, no escaping for you. I need you here. And you're in no shape to be by yourself anyway! Just let me help you, I want you to be the best you can be!”

Whumpee wanted to cry. They didn't understand a single word the giant was saying, the language a constant patter of deep vowels and slewed gibberish. Pain and surprise laced through their voice as they reprimanded their tiny captive, but somehow, thankfully, not anger. If anything, there was a sort of tenderness to their booming tone. As if they were another Faery, speaking to one of their young.

Whumpee spotted a golden cage. They were headed right for it.

I'm going to be caged like an animal.

They tensed, frozen not by the icy freeze that still hung around their body, threatened their fleeting consciousness, but by stone-cold fear.

“Oh!” The giant seemed to remember something, then suddenly their course altered, and Whumpee was staring at a wall. Their energy continued to sap out of their body and into the imprisoning hand. “This is where you're going to go! Well, not now of course, just when you die. Hopefully that won't be for a long time...”

Whumpee's heart seemed to stop beating. Their eyes widened as they beheld the sprawling wall.

Wings. Butterflies. Pinned. Pinned up on the wall. Faery wings. All types of wings with little placards explaining in foriegn type and blocky, unrelenting letters, sprawling out and out seeming to go forever, so many wings, so many insects, their fragile blood seemed to all but drain from their face, they shook at the sight, so many wings so many wings, they looked like whumpers wings was this what was going to happen to them was the booming giant going to hang them up alive and let them suffer pinned up until they die?? They fought and they fought within the grasp but it did absolutely nothing and they still remained pinned in the vice grip and their blackness threatened the edges of their vision, threatening to swallow them entirely, forever–

Then the wall was gone. They saw the cage. The booming voice of the giant rumbled through their body like wind through rickety tree branches, soothed their chest, filled their being as their limp body was laid among some sort of surprisingly soft furs and leaves and dry, comfortable down. They were still so cold.

“Sorry. Guess that must've been upsetting, I should've guessed. I'm not going to hurt you, though, I promise. You're safe here. You've had a long day now, so just go to sleep, recuperate, get warm... Science is going to love you, little creature.”

Whumpees head laud heavy against the plush they laid upon. They tried to move, but their body simply shook with violent protest. The cage door closed gently, almost daintily between the giant's forefinger.

They settled deeper into the cushions. So comfortable. Thr darkness swirled around them. Inviting. They really should try to escape–...

They jerked awake. Had they nodded off? No. Dont–... dont–... dont give in don't let it–

Then they fell away into a warm, plush, comfortable nothing.

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Whumptober Taglist: @whumperofworlds | @whumptober-archive | @regular-whump-sfx | @whumpninja

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[crow-with-a-pencil]

@naffeclipse

Them ❤️

[tcustodisart]

I am once again re-learning how to draw these furry fuckers werewolves.

Also, heck, forgot to post it yesterday

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I need a good drastoria fic I'm actually going to die I'm being starved of them I want to consume them so bad but there's NOTHING THERE plz if any of you have found anything give it to me right now I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure this is literally me without drastoria

[lavendel081]

Finally understand why everyone loves Miguel

[zylphiacrowley]

Let me face your fears

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[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?