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[artcalledtattoo]

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Thus Far

[bunabi]

'art idea that's above your skill set' and 'writing idea that's above your skill set' are tortures I wish upon absolutely no one man

[kottkrig]

Cold reunion

Bishop Natalie Seline was the first human wielder of Xal'atath the dagger, she was killed at one point as a consequence of the artifact's influence but was brought back during Legion as a part of the Cult of Forgotten Shadows I just Forsaken-ified her design a lot because I think she should be one : )

[rainingbaconbits]

My two moods when I think about John Lennon

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Alrightly snapperoni, let's see something real quick. How successfully can you doodle Mystique?

i dont know if this is anything however.....

[rayroseu]

never let meleanor cook again 🔥

she def wont bcs shes on the other side now :(

still makes me ill that briarland used to be a open country like they permitted the humans to live in their land but the humans just abused that decision and now almost all faes have hesitance in getting along with humans bcs of how significantly traumatic her death was 😭💔 also maybe im reaching but maybe the time where Maleanor had to fight Knight of Dawn/Silver Owls was the only time she was alone (since its implied she was always with Levan and Lilia or staying at her castle with the other royal guards 😭✨)

also ik maleanor fought alone bcs she was really out of soldiers and having lilia escape alone while she stops the Silver Owls is beneficial for Briar Valley (bcs remember that silver owls also ravage the land they trespass so if she escapes with Lilia then the damage Briarland couldve suffered would stretch to Maleficia's castle instead of just in Wildrose castle) but STILL i do want to see her being calculating because her position in Briarland military is that she's the commander yk, maybe she knew this was a bad decision (bcs of her scene when she was being sentimental ("im a mother thats why i must conquer) to lilia when he reasoned with her) i just feel like the story couldve portrayed it a bit nuanced and not just come off as "meleanor died bcs she was too prideful" i think thats just too easy/simple for the writer to write as her cause of death lol

anyways excited for book 7 updates 😭✨✨ i know next update is about silvers dream im just too excited for maleanor's screentime akxjkskd

i knowww im so late to the trend 💀💀 my sense of time is literally the same as malleus' sldkflkd

[sashasylva]

Making a poll for the first time ever this is important

Reblog for sample size etc etc I'm loosing my mind.

[cubbihue]

To all the new people following me because of my FOP fanart

This blog is like. 90% spam reblogging posts on my dash from my mutuals. You will get 100 posts a second from me. And maybe 1 new self indulgent fanart. But then I will spam reblog an additional 10000 posts.

I AM VERY VERY SLOW. AND I AM ANSWERING THE ASKS OUT OF ORDER!!!! BLEASE BE PATIENT!! IT WILL BE ANSWERED!!!! ....EVENTUALLY!!!!!!

MY ASKBOX IS CLOSED AT THE MOMENT BUT THERE IS AN UPDATE HERE!

My "Itty Bitties" AU is very grim and dark. Fairies are not morally good in the way humans are. Humans do terrible things for their moral good. There will be dark themes such as abuse, trauma, and blood. Proceed with caution >:I !!!!

This will not change. Adapt or perish.

shhhhh. ignore this. this is for me. bcs. bcs i lose track of stuff easily :(

MasterPost of Itty Bitties (not Chronological, but Grouped into Sections) (THANK YOUSE VALLEYMYRISTICA FOR THE HELP ON THIS!!!!)

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [You Are Here]

[UPDATE ON CLOSED ASKS]

[wisdomnynaeve]

Honestly no one is doing it like Lanfear she is literally thriving like no other Forsaken

[lunarmoves]

"where is the crayon box?"

you glance up from your book, eyebrow raising as you look at sun standing on the opposite side of the security desk. at first glance, he seems to be watching you in an almost reserved way. but you can see the way his fingers wring together. the smallest errant twitch at the corner of his smile.

your lips press together momentarily. then, you gesture over to the cubbies tucked in the farthest corner of the daycare. "i put it over there."

he doesn't turn to look at where you pointed. he just continues to stare at you with unreadable, white eyes. "yes, i know that. but where?"

you blink at him. it's almost minute, but you can hear this terseness to his voice—a string straining to hold together two collapsing pillars. "uh," you start, then peer over at the cubbies, "like... which specific cubby?"

"yes, friend. which specific cubby?" sun is patient, but only to an extent, and it shows in the way his expression bubbles like there is something just underneath its surface.

you squint over at the storage in question, your eyes roaming over the various nooks to locate the bright orange box. "third one in the first row."

abruptly—he leans over the desk, his palms bracing against the smooth surface. his eyes crinkle into crescents, but it is not a kind look. it makes something in the pit of your stomach clench together into a tight, tight ball. uncomfortable.

"friend, friend," sun says cheerfully even as he holds a metaphorical grip on your twisting insides, "you have been here for seventy-four days, twelve hours, and thirty-six minutes. surely, by now you know the crayon box goes in the second cubby, third row?"

you, in fact, did not know that. you frown up at him and his shadowed face. white pupils stare down at you atop a backdrop of grey. "how was i supposed to know that?" you ask incredulously. "the cubbies aren't even label—"

"i would have thought by now," he cuts across you, leaning as much as he can into your space, "that you would have picked up on the manner of organization i am privy to."

forget incredulous. this is downright absurd. you have to hold back a shiver involuntarily scuttling down your spine as you regard sun and his stock-stillness hovering over you. not a limb nor ray out of place.

"sun," you say eventually, "it's just a box of crayons. does it matter where they're—"

"yes! yes it does, friend," sun says somewhat shrilly, his rays rapidly spinning about his face for the shortest of seconds before he seems to reign himself in. literally. he backs away from the desk and makes a motion like he is taking a deep breath. his eyes close. but when they reopen, they are still dark like storm clouds on a horizon.

"in the daycare," he begins calmly like the gentle ebbing of a tide, "there is order. things must be kept a certain way or everything else will just fall into disarray afterwards. items have their specific places for their specific roles. if there is no order, there is no control. you understand, yes?"

you do, but... you continue to regard him with a frown, your brows creasing together.

there is the smallest of inklings, deep inside your gut, that this is not just about a simple box of crayons.

it makes you release a sigh, your expression softening as you stand up from your chair to look at him properly.

"sun," you say as gently as you can. "is everything... alright?"

it's his turn to look at you incredulously, rays erratically jerking back and forth along his head, before he seems to realize himself. he blinks at you, white smile stretching farther along his face plate.

"of course everything is alright," he replies quickly, hands wringing and wringing and wringing. "everything is just peachy! i am managing things quite well, thank you."

you are not convinced. you can hear the way his internal fans have kicked on. your expression twists with concern. "maybe you should take a break—"

"break?" he lets out a short laugh. "don't be absurd, i—" he catches himself, making a sound like he's clearing his throat. he continues to twitch and fidget. "robots do not need breaks. but what i do need"—his voice swiftly turns cool on the turn of a dime—"is for you to do your job properly. think you can handle that, friend?"

you stare at him. you take him in—really take him in. the rigidity to his shoulders. the firmness with which he clenches his hands into fists. the coiled stance of his body. like he is one step away from snapping out of place.

you exhale and settle on simply giving him a small nod. "right, i'll get to it, then." might as well help him reorganize things if he was being so insistent on it.

"good." the tension melts away from him, but not completely. he grins at you, tilting his head slightly as you round the desk to head over to the cubbies.

but before you can walk past him, his hand darts out to grip at your wrist. tight.

"do not make the same mistake again," he whispers down at you, smiling at you like he wasn't holding your wrist firmly enough to make your bones creak. you swallow thickly and his eyes upturn. "there will be repercussions to face, and i fear you will not like them."

[edweird-nashton]

>> NEVER.

[cosmicvaca]

Ziyal in Her Studio

[marciliedonato]

Falin died and got reconstructed perfectly from a dragon only to enherit the dragons curse and then get cursed again and turned into a bloodthirsty creature within the span of hours my girl is literally one of God's unluckiest soldiers 😭😭💀🤧

[kottkrig]

This stubborn old hag isn't worth the trouble

[lord-squiggletits]

I think the key component to my personal reading of post-Delphi Pharma is that he's trying to be a horrible person on purpose. Not "on purpose" in the way that people have free will to exercise their own choices, but in that Pharma's "mad doctor" persona is a performance he puts on to deliberately embrace how much everyone else hates him. Basically, if people already think you're a "bad Autobot" and a horrible doctor who just kills his patients for fun, why try to prove otherwise to people who have already made up their minds about you? Just fully embrace the fact that people see you as an asshole. Don't try to change their minds. Don't plead for their forgiveness or understanding. Just stop caring. If you're going to be remembered as a monster, you might as well be a memorable monster, and eke as much pleasure and hedonism as you can out of it before karma catches up to you and you inevitably crash and burn.

I mean, I guess you could just go the route of "Oh, Pharma was always a fucked up creepy guy and Delphi was just him taking the mask off," but I really don't like that interpretation because, for one, it feels really wrong to take a character like Pharma becoming evil under duress and going, "Oh well clearly he did the things he did because he was evil all along," as if somehow Pharma breaking under blackmail/torture/threat of horrible death was a sign of him having poor moral character. As opposed to, you know, suffering under the very real threat of horrible death for himself and everyone he cares about while being manipulated by a guy who specializes in psychological torture.

The second reason is that it just doesn't make sense to write Pharma as having been evil all along. I mean...

Occam's Razor says that the best argument is the one with the simplest explanation. Doesn't it make way more sense to take Pharma's appearances in flashbacks, his friendship with Ratchet, his stunning medical accomplishments, and the few we see of him speaking kindly/sympathetically (or in the least charitable interpretation, at least professionally) towards his patients and conclude "This guy was just a normal person, if exceptionally talented." Taking all of these flashback appearances at face value and assuming Pharma was being genuine/honest is a way simpler and more logical explanation than trying to argue that Pharma for the past 4 million years was just faking being a good doctor/person. I mean, it's possible within the realm of headcanon, but the fact is Pharma's appearances in the story are so brief that there simply wasn't room in the story for there to be some sort of secret conspiracy/hidden manipulation behind why Pharma acted the way he did in the past.

I just can't help but look at things like Pharma's friendship with Ratchet (himself a good person and usually a fine judge of character) and the fact that even post-Delphi, pretty much every single mention of Pharma comes with some mention of "He was a good doctor for most of his life" or "He was making major headways in research [before he started killing patients]" which implies that even the Autobots themselves see Pharma's villainy as a recent turn in his life compared to how for "most of his life" he "used to be" a good doctor.

And although Pharma doesn't know this, we as the readers (and even other characters like Rung) know about Aequitas technology and the fact that it actually works, so... if Pharma really was an unrepentant murderer, why couldn't he get through the forcefield too? The Aequitas forcefield doesn't require that a person be completely morally pure and free of wrongdoing or else how could Tyrest get through, just that they feel a sense of inner peace and lack feelings of guilt. Pharma has murdered and tortured people by this point, and put on quite a campy and theatrical show of how much he sees it as a fun game, so why then can he not get through?

It circles back to my headcanon at the start of this post that the "mad doctor" persona is just that-- a persona. Delphi/post-Delphi Pharma's laughing madman personality is just so far removed from every flashback we saw of him and everything we can infer based on how other people see/saw him before that, to me, the mad doctor act is (at least in large part, if not fully) a persona that Pharma puts on to put his villainy in the forefront.

To avoid an overly simplistic/ableist take, I don't think Tarn tortured Pharma into turning crazy. To me, it's more like the constant pressure of death by horrific torture, the feeling of martyrdom as Pharma kept secret that he was the only one standing between Delphi and annihilation, the physical isolation of Messatine as well as the emotional separation from Ratchet, being forced to violate his medical oaths (pretty much the only thing Pharma's entire life has been about), etc. All of that combined traumatized Pharma to the point that the only way he could avoid cracking was to just stop caring about all of it. Because at least then, even if he's still murdering patients to save Delphi from a group of sadistic freaks, Pharma doesn't have to feel guilty and sick about doing it. As opposed to the alternatives, which were probably either going off the deep end and killing himself to escape, or confessing to what he did and getting jailed for it.

In that light, Pharma becoming a mad doctor makes sense. It avoids the bad writing tropes of "oh this character who was good his entire life was actually just evil and really good at hiding it" as well as "oh he got tortured and went crazy that's why he's so random and silly and killing people, he's crazy" and instead frames Pharma's evil as something he was forced into, to the point where in order to avoid a full psychological breakdown and keep defending Delphi, he just had to stop caring about the sanctity of life or about what other people might think of him.

Then, of course, the actual Delphi episode happens, and Pharma's own lifelong best friend Ratchet basically spits in his face and sees him as nothing more than a crazy murderer who went rogue from being a good Autobot. Then Pharma gets his hands cut off and left to die on Messatine. At that point, Pharma has not only been mentally/emotionally broken into losing his feelings of compassion, he's received the message loud and clear: He is alone. Everyone hates him. Not even his own best friend likes him any more. No one even cared enough about him to check if he actually died or not. He will only ever be remembered as a doctor who went insane and killed his patients.

So in the light of 1. Having all of your redeeming qualities be squeezed out of you one by one for the sake of survival and 2. Having your reputation and all of your positive relationships be destroyed and 3. People only know/care about you as "that doctor who became evil and killed his patients" rather than the millions of years of good service that came before.

What else is there to do but internalize the fact that you'll forever be seen as a monster and a freak, and embrace it? People already see you as a murderer for that blackmail deal you did, so why not become an actual murderer and just start killing people on a whim? People already see you as an irredeemable monster who puts a stain on the Autobot name, so why beg for their forgiveness when you could just shun them back? You've already become a murderer, a traitor, and a horrible doctor, so what's a few more evil acts added to the pile? It's not like anyone will ever forgive you or love you ever again.

Why care? Why try to hold on to your principles of compassion, kindness, medical ethics, when an entire lifetime of being a good person did nothing to save you from blackmail and then abandonment? Why put yourself through the emotional agony of feeling lonely, guilty, miserable, when you could just... stop caring, and not hurt any more?

[buwheal]

Out of curiosity, you don't have any magnets nearby, do you? I've heard that those make electronics go all funky-fied :/