#happiness despite the darkness

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The most evil celebratory kiss

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[dreadark]

see i can never get over 999knw because why does orv establish right after he's introduced that:

he believes his mistake is what killed the 999th turn's yoo joonghyuk

he thinks maybe he should've died before they even met

and now he's aware of the current turn, where these two things are true:

yoo joonghyuk is alive

kim namwoon is dead

imagine believing you're at fault for everything that went wrong and thinking maybe you’d be better off dead

and then ending up in another timeline that essentially confirms it. you were right! you should have died back then. don't you think so too, captain?

[veinsfullofstars]

🍭 Kirbtober 2024 Day 31: Darkness 🍭

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Kirby - dressed as a mummy - happily dashing by and carrying Gooey - wearing a purple, star-striped witch hat - on his head, each holding an Invincible Candy and leaving a sparkly trail of other treats in their wake. END ID.)

Happy Halloween!

Previous Day | Compilation | Prompt List (made by @/paintpanic)

Started on 10/20/24, finished on 10/21/24. | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

[starflungwaddledee]

it isn't there anymore.

the mainline game events from rtdl onwards tend to form the foundations for significant turning points in the whole awtdy timeline. galacta knight made his wish during robobot, but was actually placed into the timeline much earlier. as a result he already has clear knowledge of how these events played out for meta knight, and can therefore adjust them to his liking

for the most part, he's interested in dealing with threats as quickly and efficiently as possible, and keeping total control of the people in his orbit. his overall goals are to destroy the life he stole from meta knight, and to corrupt his loved ones in whichever way will hurt him the most

in the case of triple deluxe, galacta knight goes to floralia in kirby's stead to "rescue dedede" and "prevent the spread of dark matter" caused by Sectonia's parasitic rule. kirby slept through the event and blames himself for not waking up in time to help rescue the people of the sky from their queen's corruption

at this point he still believes you can sometimes purify those who have come into contact with dark matter, and feels that if he'd been there, he could have at least tried.

[peacockrulz]

Sorry for the lack of posts, have some more headcanons!!

[elizakai]

An old drawing of them…

I love the amount of stories this dynamic can lead to.

[quanblovk]

Wuh oh, what's that in his cake???

[fiiiiin]

I’m sure I’m not the first to point this out but the Daniel Craig–Hugh Grant–Ben Whishaw love triangle needs to be studied…

Daniel and Hugh as lovers in Knives Out, Hugh and Ben as lovers in A Very English Scandal (and, strangely, enemies in Paddington 2), Daniel and Ben as (virtually lovers) coworkers in James Bond.

And I’m so certain these guys will continue to star in the same films, because they somehow just run in that British circle of the film industry. I can’t wait.

[searchingfortheuniverse]

The Musketeers 3.04

[rin-hanarin]

「Forgiveness for a sinner」

[narratorsandall]

Imagine if AvA 5 was just a dream and Dark ends up waking up to Chosen and them living peacefully in their house together and nothing was wrong ever and they were wives and they apologized and-

[imtrashraccoon]

Whew! I didn't think I'd get this one done today! I have been busy the past couple days but had managed to get a few chapters written back in December. Hopefully, I can get a few more written so I'm not as late again.

TW: Death and descriptions of death.

@owl-bones

First, Previous, & Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Dust - Missed

Word Count: 1,931

At least it wasn't raining as hard as it had been during the day. The constant pitter patter of raindrops was also a rather soothing background noise. Unfortunately, you had been trudging through puddles all night and now you were really regretting not bringing a pair of boots.

Most soldiers wore sabatons or some form of sturdy footwear, but unless the terrain or weather conditions were really bad, you preferred to go without. Your paw pads were tough and much quieter than a pair of clunky boots could ever be. You felt more maneuverable, like you could more easily grip the ground when running, and you also preferred the overall freedom. Going barefoot meant you felt like you could let loose no matter where you were.

Although, there were downsides to not wearing boots. There was no relief from extreme heat or cold and you were more prone to injuries from stepping on something sharp. Right now, your fur was soaked through to at least halfway up your calves and every step made a soft squishing sound that made you cringe.

You were trying to stick to the overhangs again, but it wasn't easy to do so while avoiding being seen. Despite the weather, there seemed to be the same amount of guards patrolling the streets as last night. Your armour was damp, but not completely soaked through just yet. You would survive at least.

Your ears perked up at the sound of slow footsteps. Who could be out on a night like this? Slowly, you crept out of the alley, keeping behind cover so as to not be spotted. Your eyes strained to make out anything in the inky darkness. What you would give to see in the dark like your partner could. Maybe you should ask Donovan if he could make you some Night Eye potions?

Thankfully, the streets weren't completely devoid of light as some lamplight would occasionally leak out from the interior of the buildings and the patrols always carried either a torch or a lantern, so it was relatively easy to know when they were passing by. While not on every street, there were also lanterns hung up on posts at major intersections.

Whoever was out tonight certainly wasn't a guard as their footsteps sounded softer and they had no light, save for a small lantern. Even though they had the hood closed, the dim light it emitted was just bright enough to make them stand out from the black. They wore a dark cloak that obscured their body so that you couldn't tell if they were human or monster. What drew your attention was the large eye painted over the chest and shoulders of the garment.

You waited until they passed by your hiding place before creeping out after them. You had to make sure to keep a safe distance away to remain undetected, but the figure seemed to be in no hurry and you were easily able to keep track of them.

You followed the cloaked figure through the streets for a little while. Thankfully, your keen hearing and smell prevented you from losing track of them for longer than a few seconds at a time. You weren't more talented than most dog monsters, but you liked to think that your heightened senses were a valuable addition to the team. Of the four, Maul was the only one who could even hold a candle to your abilities and, while he was impressive, he was no bloodhound.

You were starting to wonder if you had been right about there being occult activity in the city. Why else would there be a person in creepy robes roaming through the streets? It couldn't be just a cultural thing. If it came down to it, you were pretty sure you could handle a couple of cultists, although it was a different story if they happened to be mages. Maybe if you could get the drop on them, you would have a fighting chance, but if they spotted you first, you knew you couldn't match their magic output.

Suddenly, a purple bone bullet whizzed past the cloaked figure, embedding itself in the cobblestone. The figure turned to flee but before they could do so, a shadowy figure materialized next to them brandishing a shortsword.

It took you a moment to realize Reven had been tracking your quarry as well, but when you did, you felt a wave of anger well up in your chest. This was supposed to be a clean infiltration mission. No killing random citizens, since it would draw unwanted attention from the authorities. So why had Reven, who was normally the more level-headed one, mess it all up?

The cloaked figure managed to dodge what your partner had likely intended to be a finishing blow. The moment they raised their hands, possibly to cast a spell, you sprang into action. You leaped over a crate, clearing the distance in a second, and simultaneously casting one of the few spells you knew.

A spectral chain took shape in your paws, lengthening and forming two weights at the end, taking on the familiar shape of your preferred weapon: a meteor hammer. Swinging one end around, you brought the weight down on the figure's head, dropping them to the ground in an instant.

You paused for a moment in case they might try to get up, but the figure remained prone. They didn't immediately turn to dust, so you knew they either weren't dead or weren't a monster. You were admittedly a little disappointed that you didn't receive any exp, but you didn't have time to check.

The moment you looked up, Reven raised his blade and let out a growl of frustration. You responded by mirroring his aggressive stance, although you didn't start swinging your weapon right away, instead intending to defend yourself if he followed through.

"What's gotten into you?!" you snarled, baring your teeth at him.

"you stole my kill..." he muttered. His mismatched eyelights were practically blazing with fury and you noted that his hands were shaking, but you weren't sure if he was just that angry or if it was something else.

"Stand down, they're still alive." You tightened your grip on the spectral chain and took a step forward. "I only knocked them out, okay?"

He stared at you for a moment longer before slowly sheathing his shortsword. He still looked angry, but at least he had enough sense not to try killing you as well.

You responded by dispelling your meteor hammer, although you still kept a close eye on him. Reven may have changed his mind, but you knew from past experience that he could snap at any moment and could also easily overpower you. The last time you had fought had been the day you joined the Dark Fortress and found your soulmate. If you hadn't been fighting alongside Sir Draco, you wouldn't have survived for more than a minute against him.

When Reven broke eye contact, you took a moment to assess the situation. You were both standing over a body in the middle of the street and a guard could come by at any moment, if you hadn't already been spotted that is.

You bent down, hooking your paws through the cloaked figures armpits and started to drag them into a nearby alley. "Come on, help me get them out of sight," you called out to your comrade in a loud whisper.

Your request seemed to light a fire under the spellsword and he quickly grabbed ahold of the figure's ankles. Together, you half dragged, half carried them into the alley and behind some debris. Once done, you turned to your comrade and crossed your arms.

"You rarely miss strikes. Are you doing alright?"

Reven leaned against the brick wall and let out a shaky sigh. "no..." he hissed through clenched teeth. "i'm desperate... just need some exp..."

Your eyes widened as you moved to stand in front of him. Not only were his hands shaking, but his whole body was trembling and you noticed he was sweating as well. Without really thinking, you pressed a paw to his skull, immediately registering that he was burning up, before he jerked away and gave you a sour look.

"Ah, sorry, I should've asked first." You gave him an apologetic look but he didn't respond. "You've got it really bad... How long has it been?"

"...too long." He pulled his hood further over his skull as if he was trying to hide his face from you. "i... i acted without thinking..." he muttered, running his gauntlets down his face.

You opened your mouth to respond when a shuffling noise drew your attention back to the cloaked figure. Realizing they were awake, you began to move, only to freeze in place when they let out a scream for help. Before you could even begin to silence them, a purple bone suddenly pierced through the figure's chest.

The figure let out a strangled cry mixed with a sickening gurgle before collapsing against the cobblestones. Their muscles twitched once and then that was it. A dark puddle began to slowly seep out from their body and your nose twitched with the metallic scent of blood.

"Reven..." you started to whisper, turning to your partner with a look of horror.

He met your gaze with a blank stare and neither of you said anything for a moment. "they were going to give us away," he finally said.

Before you could respond, your ears picked up the sound of multiple hurried footsteps and you turned sharply towards the street, only to see the glow of at least two torches. Reven grabbed your arm, nearly dragging you deeper into the alley until your brain caught up a moment later.

"Stop!" one of the guards shouted, but it only served to spur you on.

That is, until you came to a screeching halt at the end of the alley. Your escape was blocked by a brick wall with nowhere to go. There was nowhere to hide either and a quick glance around proved that there were no windows or ledges within reach.

"the wall..." Reven hissed. "we'll have to climb over, c'mon!"

He moved next to the wall and folded his hands together, creating a foothold so he could boost you up. You didn't hesitate for a moment. With a bit of a running start and help from your partner, you sprang up and got a good grip on the top of the wall. Thankfully, you managed to haul yourself up and get a solid perch.

You turned around, spotting the guards rapidly closing in and reached down to Reven. "Come on!" you called out.

He jumped up, grabbing your hand in an effort to haul himself up as well. You strained to keep yourself from losing your balance while also supporting his weight.

You didn't know if you lost your grip or if Reven did, but he suddenly slipped and fell. The momentary delay was all it took for the two guards to catch up and corner your comrade against the wall.

"run!" he shouted. You hesitated for a moment before he looked up, making direct eye contact with you. "forget about me and save yourself!"

"No soldier gets left behind!"

As the guards overpowered your comrade, the words of your former mentor echoed through your mind. Still, you forced yourself to move, leaping to the ground on the other side of the wall and running off into the night with your tail between your legs.

[moeblob]

OC again gomen ... (her name is Yuma)

[kingdomoftyto]

I've started and deleted three drafts now trying to get my thoughts into a coherent recommendation, but there's just so much.

Let's start with the basics: You should read the graphic novel if you're a fan of the original show. You just should. It's new content of your old faves, and I'm telling you now that the art and writing are great and that you should give it a shot based on that alone.

But as for exactly why I'm losing my mind over it this much...?

It... feels like watching the show. But a version of the show unafraid to explore its own worldbuilding. A version of the show where continuity and character growth matter. A version of the show without jokes written by people far too old to understand mid-2000s teens.

And it is actually, honest-to-goodness funny. I went in fully braced for a badly shoehorned "fruit loop" one-liner, and instead I got incredible deadpan asides like this:

The art, too, manages to perfectly ride the line of looking enough like the original style to be convincing, but improving on the expressiveness of the characters' faces and actions to elevate it to something arguably better than the show:

(Like, I'm being so serious when I say the fight scenes are among the best I have ever seen in comic form. I'm the kind of person who tends to go for anime over manga because the fights are harder for me to follow in little sequential snapshots, but I can tell exactly what's happening in these battles AND they still look super cinematic and cool.)

And the story. Man, the STORY.

I won't spoil any of the plot here, but it's... really good. A little winding and goofy toward the beginning, but once things get serious, it really grabs you and refuses to let go til it's done. (Much like the best episodes of the show! Funny how that works.) It has a satisfying conclusion, but it also leaves a massive door open to continue telling more stories in the setting.

And I want more stories in this universe. The threads being dangled here might be even more enticing than those left by the original show. There is potential here for an INCREDIBLE series of comics.

We just have to prove how badly we want it.

If you can't buy the book yourself right now (it's relatively cheap for a graphic novel--I think it was about $15 even with tax from my Barnes & Noble), then please at least let other fans know it exists (I wouldn't have had any idea if not for tumblr) and keep the hype going on social media. I'm stoked to see that DP is trending on tumblr, at least, and I hope the same is true elsewhere. It's a small thing, but it's something corporate decision-makers take note of.

Fingers crossed we get to see more someday. This is one series that deserves to come back from the dead.

But, whether or not we get that continuation: welcome back, Phandom. Congrats and happy release day. ��

[vampirecatprince]

The fact that I've listened to Euclid HUNDREDS of times but it can still randomly hit just right and make me cry tho

[surprisequeersubplot]

The thing was.

The thing was, seeing Beck’s face on the screen in Time’s square and hearing him frame Peter for the attack on London, as well as Beck’s own murder, had been jarring.

Very jarring.

And for one long moment, Peter froze. A sensation as if he was suddenly floating submerged in icy water came over him at the sound of Beck’s voice. A feeling like frostbite binding to his limbs, stopping his heart, at the view of his bearded face and wild eyes, sweaty, frantic and, massive on the big screen.

Like rigor mortis set in, and Peter could not move, could not think, could not breath. He was trapped in a snow-globe all over again.

‘I tried to help you walk away. Now you’re making me do this.

‘I don’t think you know what’s real, Peter.

‘Now you’re making me do this.

‘I control the truth.

‘Making me do this.

‘I control the truth.

‘Will you beg for them, like you begged for-‘

And then MJ was standing in from of him, snapping her fingers for his attention and shouting “Hey!”

He zeroed in on her like she was a life raft in the Atlantic, and finally, he began to breathe again.

“We have to go, let’s – we have to go!” She said with authority, but Peter, knowing MJ as he did, caught the undertone of pleading in her voice, and he knew what he needed to do. He had to get her out of there, and so he did.

Making it back to his apartment was a blur. Peter knew there had been sirens, and eyes on him the whole way. He vaguely remembered facetiming with Ned briefly on the way, and MJ screaming as they swung.

And all of the sudden he was standing in the living room in boxers and his “I heart NY” T-shirt, while he and MJ frantically closed all the windows, locked all the doors, and attempted to distract his aunt. Somehow, during all of this, he was supposed to process Happy and May breaking up all of the sudden? Yeah no, that wasn’t gonna happen.

The same time that May noticed the shitstorm that was happening outside of their apartment, and reached over to turn on the news, Peter’s phone rang.

“Shit.” Peter blinked at the screen. May looked over his shoulder at the name ‘Tony Bologna’ that flashed across the screen. She said, “Oh thank God. Peter, answer it!”

Then to Happy’s questioning look, “It’s Tony.”

Happy nodded in agreement and added. “He’ll know what to do about this mess.”

“What? No!”

Happy snapped, “Why the hell not?”

“He just woke up, he – he should not be getting stressed out right now – “

“Oh, come on kid, he’s fine – “

“You know I don’t like Stark,” MJ pointed out, “but this seems like the kind of thing he might actually be able to help with.”

“Did you all forget he’d been in a coma for – “

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Peter!” Aunt May reached over, snatched the still ringing Stark phone out of his hands, and answered it. “Tony!

Are you watching the news?”

“Hey - what the hell, May?” Peter said, holding his now phone-less hand up in offense.

May pointed a finger at him, “Shhh, Bambino Stolto!”

Peter’s mouth fell open, “Wow, ok, first of all, ouch -”

“Tony, are you seeing this? Tell me you’re seeing this.”

“Did she just insult you in Italian? Nice.” MJ smirked.

“That’s Tony? Ask Tony if he’s seeing this –“

“Yes, Happy, he’s seeing this – yes, Stark, I know that’s why you called. What are we going to do about it?”

“No, no Aunt May, tell him everything is fine, absolutely nothing to worry – “

“You know, Peter might be right – Tony isn’t supposed to get his blood pressure up right now – ask him to put Pepper on – “

“Exactly, Happy! Doctor’s orders. See? Aunt May – “

“I’m with Happy on this, Pepper Potts is way more competent than – “

“Thank you, MJ! May, just tell him to put Miss Potts on – “

Finally, May shouts,

“Everyone. Shut! The! Hell! Up! Right this second. Thank you. Now. What were you saying, Tony? Ok, got it. I’ll tell him.

“Peter, Tony says that he heard you agree with Michelle that’s he’s

incompetent, and he’s writing you out of his will.

Yeah, Tony. He’s speechless. Yeah, I think you got him. Uh huh. Ok, uh huh.”

May hung up the phone.

“We’re going to the tower. Tony and Pepper have multiple lawyers, including one from the Accords Committee that we’ll be meeting with in an hour, so we need to get on the road right now. Happy, you’re driving.” She looked over at Peter, and reached a hand out to rub his arm soothingly, her eyes going soft. “Everything is going to be fine, honey. MJ, do you want us to drop you off at home on the way, or are you coming with?”

“What, and miss this? No way. I’m coming with.” She reached over and gave Peter’s hand a squeeze, along with a smile of reassurance.

Happy grabbed his keys and turned toward the door. “Let’s go. And Parker, you might want to put some pants on before we meet the lawyers.”

“Oh, shit!”