#have a good wednesday everyone!!!

[inkykeiji]

⋆₊꙳ ͙͛ ❆*̩̩͙‧͙ HAPPY FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS!!! ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Merry christmas everyone <- 3AM, December 26th

[obsob]

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud!!

✷(print shop)✷

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Lovelies, I really am sorry, these blorbos still have me in a freaking chokehold...

Despite the chaos of the battle, something distinct caught Ganondorf’s attention. In a sea of red hair and brown skin paired with leather and steel, in a sea of armor and white banners, there was light gold, like the pale yellow chrysanthemums Orik had gifted to Hemisi.

Orik. Link.

Link was here.

Damn that child. He’d told him to stay away. He knew the boy hadn’t listened, but to have the audacity to fight where Ganondorf himself was…

Well, he had to admit the boy had far more gumption to him than he’d realized. It was no wonder Hemisi had fallen for him. Ganondorf caught the attention of his commander. “Bring Link to me. Alive.”

[lamortwrites]

long time no wip wednesday

tagged by @bharv (and also @aliasknives and @rowanisawriter tagged me in wip things eons ago that I never got around to doing...sorry!) tagging anyone who sees this and would like to share what they're working on <3

cw for mild gore & mentions of cannibalism!

They recall the last time they were in this room, the weight of organs in their palm, the unnatural coldness of the flesh he had bid them push their hands into as he had explained something called a vascular system. He had worn gloves, the strange material a thin blue barrier between his skin and the gore his scalpel had revealed. But such human inventions are ill fitted for the webbing between their fingers and they are hardly in need of protection: their own hands had been bare as they'd dug through the thing's chest cavity, and afterwards, when Gortash had held their hands beneath a stream of warm water he had spent far too long focused on washing away the crimson staining their skin.

They do not sit down.

He tuts at their reluctance but does not seem surprised. Perhaps he is also thinking of the last time they were here, standing too close beside them, voice low in their ear as too practised hands peeled back layers of skin to show them what lay beneath. It had been difficult to shake the feeling that he was thinking of their own skin beneath his knife, their body laid out across the table as he slid his arms elbow deep inside their torso to map out their own insides. He would talk them through the process on themselves just as he had done on several occasions previously on others, they are sure -- after all, were it only dead specimens he examined, he would have no need for the straps that hung unused from the edges of the table.

When he has finished wetting his hands he wipes them on soft, thin sheets of something they know is called paper to remove the excess water and brings a bowl of the stuff closer to set it on the table they will not sit on. They still do not understand the purpose of the human ritual of getting things wet only to dry them again, but he does it each time they have joined him here -- sometimes several times, if he feels like it. Hygiene, had been his explanation when they'd demanded to know why, but Labrys does not know the equivalent word in their own tongue and they will not have him thinking that he knows more of their language than they do of his so they had not probed further.

Usually he pulls on gloves, when he is showing them what the inside of their own kind looks like, but he does not do so now. Perhaps humans have an innate fear of the dead: human corpses are buried, normally, or something called cremated that they had not understood even when Gortash had showed them one of his strange moving images of the process and they had watched as the strange flickering colours of heat had reduced perfectly good meat to fine powder. Humans do not eat their own, do not celebrate or honour a life well lived by allowing the bodies of their elders to sustain the next generation. Perhaps they fear death is as a disease, something that they can catch if they do not properly treat or quarantine it, something that will jump from untreated flesh into their own bodies if they are not careful enough. Perhaps that is the real reason they treat their food with heat before consuming it: to burn out any contaminants they fear may be lurking within.

[eidolons-stuff]

*Enid enters the infirmary, pure shock on her face*

Ajax: *stunned* "How much of that did you hear?"

Wednesday: *steps towards Enid* "Are you alright?"

Enid: *so shooketh she can't speak*

Wednesday: "Enid, say something"

[darehearts]

flings the entire sun at you all bc i love seeing all of you on my dash

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | 2024 Azerbaijan GP | 📸 by AnarBayramli

[quietlyblooms]

are we all in agreement that surprise asks are nice…

[sisterdivinium]

Finally got to sit down to listen to the recent interview with Alba, which was very enjoyable (she's such a mood when it comes to social media, lol). It does make you wonder at what point, exactly, Netflix decided to tank the show if there was even backstage meddling as far as pressure to "make what will sell" goes...

[frogprincegerard]

We’re so back

[schreibvibe]

Sorry for bothering you once again but i found 2 songs for 2 of Liev's roles.

1. Dream on for Raymond Shaw in Manchurian Candidate

"The past is gone

It went by like dusk to dawn

Isn't that the way

Everybody got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows

Where it comes and where it goes

I know it′s everybody's sin

You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life's in books, written pages

Live and learn, from fools and from sages

You know it′s true

All of the things you do

Come back to you"

I mean...shit this is fitting for someone who is being mind controlled and vaguely knows he doesn't wanna be that person but he can't stop it!

2. Painted smile by Madame Macabre for Victor Creed

"I can't even remember how we started

A nagging voice, my normal then departed from me

Primal urges spiriting my senses away

Foggy glimpses of the boy I used to be"

"...Climbing through your window pane

I'm creeping closer, can you hear me?

Go on, mock me, say I'm insane

But it's you who's caught in my game

Cat and mouse, a lovely circle

Watch your tongue, those words are hurtful"

Originally meant a song for a creepy pasta but it beautifully captures Victor's descent into madness as he relishes the killing and loses himself in his violent actions, unable to cope with the trauma of his past. Cat and mouse game, very fitting for a guy with a cat mutation who likes to play with his victims!

Relax, any dose of Liev is always welcome. I'm constantly making playlists for his characters in my mind (yeah, peak brainrot) and these songs fit those characters so well. Thank you so much for the recs!

While we're on this topic, I do have an entire playlist's worth of songs that fit Raymond, Ben, and their relationship in general (wow, shocker). Some of my absolute faves are listed under the cut:

"Dead Finks Don't Talk" by Brian Eno ("And these finks don't dress too well. No discrimination. To be a zombie all the time requires such dedication...")

"Save Me, I'm Yours" by Gene ("In the arms of love, all fail. Won't you please stay here? I'm scared. I need you to save me. I'm scared.")

"Two Ragged Soldiers" by Scott Walker ("One would speak of a lake where he used to go swimming. The other had no memories left for his mind. With their arms round each other, the two ragged soldiers laughed through a war that they couldn't see... laughed for a world filled with fantasy.")

"Crumb by Crumb" by Rufus Wainwright ("Suddenly I'm not myself. Behind the façade is a lonely fountain here. Suddenly you are the one who opens the gates to this unruly garden.")

"Last Night at the Jetty" by Panda Bear ("You have your ways. I have my ways. We have our ways... and I'll call you my friend...")

"Strangers" by The Kinks ("So I will follow you wherever you go, if your offered hand is still open to me...")

"Francesca" by Hozier ("You think I'd give up, that this might've shook the love from me? Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?"

"Heaven on Their Minds" from the Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack ("Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give! Please remember that I want us to live... but it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour...")

[theflyingfeeling]

a bit eepy a bit headachy because the world stinks (literally) a bit clueless about today and hopelessly daydreaming of the full BC festival dates release so that I could plan my entire summer around them, but at least I look cute in my favourite sweatshirt ✨

[password-door-lock]

Orange Roses

Vampire Ray x Reader; Vampire Suit Saeran x Reader; 2.6k words Rating: Mature Content Warnings: Biting, blood, blood drinking, suggestive themes

There is nothing ritualistic about the way that Saeran feeds— for Ray, it was clearly only about the blood. He needed it, and he wanted to demonstrate his gratitude to you for willingly providing it; that was the extent of the exchange. But it seems like Saeran is more interested in the mechanics of being an apex predator, the rush of adrenaline he must get from pursuing you. When he says he wants to play, this is what he means. Or: You trust Saeran just as much as you trust Ray.

Read it on AO3!

[miercolaes]

normalize your villains. writing wise. i think everyone knows villain behavior irl would get you a ticket straight to the highest security prison out there. but this is about building a fictional world. for context, i've recently been on a rewatch for the show once upon a time and this time, i've tried to stay impartial to the characters storylines. the villains seems irredemable in the first season and frankly, i'm disappointed that this changes. hear me out !!!!!

my version of wednesday addams is for the most part chaotic neutral. wherever the current sails, she'll follow. sure, wednesday has the potential to grow and have (somewhat) healthy relationships in her life, but at the end of the day, she's not a hero. she's not even the anti-hero. sometimes it plays out like that and she might look the part, but she's not good goddammit.

for the crimes that she've committed? guilty as charged. for all the people she had hurt? guilty as charged. for all the misery she'll cause others? you guessed it, guilty as fucking charged. i'm not going to water her down.

in my mind, the addamses were always the outliers, but with the bestest of intentions. morticia and gomez welcomed vile strangers into their homes and tried their very best to make them feel comfortable in their home. they have a skewed perception for the world, something that's unusual, morbid, downright grotesque. edgar allan poe, which netflix glorified and here i am doing a shoutout to train my beloved, would tremble had he known of the addamses. morticia and gomez are kind, in their way. but you know who never really was?

their kids. in the comics (both by the og author and some others icr the author, but more closer to our time), pugsley was the devil incarnate. he showed no remorse, he was clearly thrilled by the suffering he caused others. but i suppose the directors changed the storyline and made wednesday the brand new puglsey in the 90s movies. she showed no emotion, she was a okay with murdering her own, even if she knew as luck as it, their younger brother pubert would live. this time around, wednesday was the devil incarnate.

and i agree with the canon, she can be incredibly intelligent and even more ruthless than she is intelligent. but one thing i've noticed is that, she notices her parents being taken for granted. she is aware that others will use morticia and gomez's kindness against them. sure, they can take it, that's their thing after all. but wednesday noticed everything since she was a kid and she remembers.

and guess what?

just because someone went through hell and back (even if said hell is not the worst that could happen), that doesn't mean someone will come out kind and good. wednesday will forever doubt anyone in her life and she will push them away, just as she'll try to give them the world. but no matter the good she does, at the end of the day, she is the villain. it's not the addams family, it's just the kids and i say that because pugsley and pubert have the same rights as wednesday does.

at the end of the day, being evil after witnessing evil is okay. fiction wise, i feel like reminding. some characters are irredemable. just because they do good things sometimes that doesn't make them good. just like doing bad things sometimes doesn't make them bad. but here's the catch with the addamses. they always, always own up who they are. wednesday no exception to the rule.

wednesday, the villain, can do good things. she can save your muse, she can enjoy your muse's company, she can love your muse. but all of this, all the good things do come from a villain. did she deserve the awful treatment she and her family got in canon? of course not, that we can all agree on. but it doesn't matter what happened, what matters is what choices they make afterward. wednesday will always choose herself. wednesday doesn't pick good, she willingly chooses evil.

sure, a villain is capable of love. a villain is capable of both good and bad. but look at how it always ends. wednesday is a villain and she will suffer, your muse too if you dare to come too close. it's not fair, i know. but this is just my theory, vero's theory. and, you may expect it by now,

please, normalize your villains.