#having desires for the first time

[verved]

Deviant Connor and guilt go hand in hand but I usually see it focused on his past actions. The ones where he genuinely didn't have control over what he did. While maybe he personally might have trouble forgiving himself, in the end, he was just as tied down by programming as any other android, and it simply isn't fair for others to judge him harshly for that.

But what about a Connor that struggles to not act like a manipulative cunt even in deviancy? Where he can't help but analyze every microexpression, the details hidden in someone's appearance, the weaknesses in their character, and use it all to his advantage. Who will switch from considerate and friendly to intimidating and terrifying on the drop of a dime, scaring those close to him, because if he can do a full 180 effortlessly, what's to say the way he behaves towards them isn't an act too?

A Connor who, while governed by compassion and goodwill for his people, still struggles on a personal level because he can't help but read and play on the emotions of those around him to a frightening degree. Who constantly sees the clear ruthless line from point A to B and has to reign in the impulse to act on it. Who has to deal with this compounding guilt, because even if he has good intentions, why do all his actions feel so calculated and exploitative?

What kind of guilt comes from being able to look into someone's soul, know exactly how to break them, and have to consciously choose not to?

[sneez]

family portrait :D young sam and sybil are behaving themselves and vimes is throwing a hissy fit because they tried to make him wear the helmet

[id: a digital painting of three people sitting for a portrait in a domestic interior. young sam is standing with his hands behind his back and beaming proudly. vimes is standing behind him with his hand on his shoulder, wearing a shiny military uniform and a surly expression. sybil is sitting on the right with an arm around young sam, smiling at the viewer. a plumed helmet is sitting on a table on the left. end id.]

[hildegardladyofbones]

One of the best things about Disco Elysium by far is that it does not fear ugly women. The world is full of ugly men, but ugly women are so hard to come by.

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) hi sorry for back to back marvel fanart I swear I still have dc stuff lmao. However I did recently read X-Men: first class and got a bit carried away doodling this after Lmao

[drdtfuitgumies]

class is NOT going well. and happy birthday min!! (inspired by this meme!)

[doubleedgemode]

Happy summer, everybody!

This has been a big project to take and while there's stuff to improve I'm pretty happy with it. Be sure to zoom in the big picture for details and read the comic from left to right. (Needless to say, please don't try A.B.A's behaviour.. For your safety)

Bonus doodle:

[athina-blaine]

I think the reason your labru fics managed to keep me hooked when i normally don't like a lot of fan content about them is that it's reciprocal. Laios and Kabru both look out for each other and take care of each other, when normally a lot of content for them is focused on Kabru being there foe Laios without much focus on the reverse. I love, love, love Nourish especially, with Laios not really understanding what Kabru's talking about but trying to engage and pay attention anyway, making him a tasty meal so he'll sit down and let himself unwind, and just showing how he cares about people

Thank you so much! You can assume whenever I'm writing from Laios' POV at any given moment I'm beating back the urge to spoil Kabru rotten. I want to give him a wardrobe of full of nice clothes. I want to make him dinner. I want to find him falling asleep at his desk and carry him back to bed. If there are 0 Kabru simps, I'm dead. The threat of complete and utter derailment looms large with every fic I write and I must tread carefully 😤

It doesn't surprise me that a lot of labru stuff focuses more on how Kabru supports Laios than the other way around, since that's how it largely manifests in the series. Laios, being the main character, has a lot of plates he's spinning in the air, but Kabru is uniquely focused on Laios and how Laios relates to his own goals. I'd be curious to count up the panels that has Kabru referring to Laios, both verbally or mentally, and compare it to other characters outside the main party, because I think the results would be quite funny haha

But while there is a disparity, the scenes where Laios reciprocates this support, in my opinion, are arc-defining. Laios, with zero prompting, realizes Kabru would be hungry after his resurrection and makes him something to eat with his own party's supplies. It's Kabru's aversion to monster cuisine that factors into his emotional bid to Marcille, in that you can't make a perfect menu that looks the same for everyone. And, crucially, Laios promises to share a meal with Kabru that doesn't include monsters. For the entire series, Kabru wanted to know whether Laios could be interested in people as much as he was interested in monsters, if he could prioritize people over monsters, and this is where he gets his answer. This is what convinces him to put his trust in Laios enough to help him escape from the Canaries and to let him try and talk down Marcille. Because Laios demonstrated he was capable of taking people's i.e. Kabru's wants and needs into consideration, even if it had nothing to do with monsters.

Labru appeals to me because of everything they have to offer each other, yes, but mostly because of everything Laios has to offer Kabru. Here you have this character who is routinely seen to have a suppressed appetite, who makes himself smaller in order to be more appealing to the people around him, who makes space for and services everybody but himself, and here you have this other character walk right up to him and say, "You look hungry. Let me make you something to eat."

[funsizedshark]

pacing around in circles muttering to myself about daniel and louis and the years between the first interview and now...... daniel telling armand "he didn't even want me in the end" after offering to get on his knees for him instead... they didn't fuck but for decades "i really thought we did" / "do you want to now?"... daniel is old and dying in a penthouse full of impossibly young beautiful immortal beings and louis still laughingly offers something that daniel thought for years he'd gotten already. and then it turns out that not only he didn't, but something in him had assumed they did have sex and never explored that further and he's gone through this entire second interview so far under that assumption because that bridge has been crossed already. except it hadn't and when louis says "do you want to now" you can see the change in his expression like for the briefest of moments he really is considering it

[torawro]

i like ‘em a little insane, covered in blood and severely mentally unstable <3

[canisalbus]

Vasco seems like a honeycomb (candy) type of guy tbh

Never heard of it before, but it looks nice. Apparently it's really easy to make at home as well? Is it good?? The texture seems interesting.

[starry-bi-sky]

How i envisioned Danny's ghost form/Phantom in my Danyal Al Ghul au (images at bottom of post). His ghost form has some pr heavy influence from the League, because I thought it'd be neat + to kinda show how even after four years, the League still had some kind of impact on who is he as a person. Plus some milder Robin influence in his boots and the cape (which i meant to be split down the middle to have some kind of 'bird wing' silhouette) as a way to indicate his lingering desire to meet his dad.

The pauldron lookin-thing on his upper chest is based off certain Danny Phantom designs I see that give him that white,,, marking,,, thing. I've been calling it the Jedi Chestplate because it reminds me of the clone wars Jedi armor. So like, slight homage to his hazmat suit.

(not pictured: his thermos and his sword)

behold! the judgmental lil shit (affectionate) himself

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

I have all of these extended thoughts on my head about the amazing way themes and character relationships are handled in Iruma-kun and the inclusion of queerness and the handling of the coming of age narrative in this shonen manga/anime

And every time all that comes out when I'm reccing it is "You should watch/read it"

Do it. Go watch/read Mairimashita! Iruma-kun/Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun

Please.

[casualavocados]

Then we are on the same side. No, we are not. 

HIS DARK MATERIALS 3.08 | The Botanic Garden

[sysig]

Take care of him (Patreon)

[julijbee]

i kind of miss when he had genuine beef with a 12 year old and wanted him dead.

[civilight-eterna]

hiiiiii can i ask for gladiia/kaltsit..... whatever youd been craving to write for them honestly .... i need glad to break that old woman please,

(hehheehe just picture kal in the ambience synesthesia outfit-)

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"Gladiia."

"You kept me waiting."

"Only because I knew that the moment I shared a dance with you, I'd be indisposed the rest of the night."

"You knew I'd keep you to myself."

"And I needed to build my stamina to keep up with your kind of dancing. How goes the saying? 'Save the best for last'?"

"Finer praise I've yet to hear, coming from the only woman on land that can keep up with me."

"Hmm."

Kal'tsit barely lifts her hands and Gladiia has her, by the waist, by the wrist, and she threads their bodies through the passing throngs of dancing people into a waltz.

"Thank you." Kal'tsit catches hold of an exhale with which to breathe the words.

"Whatever for?"

"For whatever you like."

"I'd like it to be a great many things. I'd ask you to be more specific."

"Of course. I'll think about it."

It's the closest Gladiia has come to any sort of admission to anyone besides herself, but like always, Kal'tsit holds her heart just out of reach, keeping that vague, quiet distance, carefully measured.

The pomegranate cloistered in lofty boughs, skin peeled away, shelling blood like drops of pearl.

Gladiia knows she would break her teeth upon it for a deeper taste. She is convinced that every woman that crosses Kal'tsit's path is doomed to be a casualty of her first lover, enchanted as they are eclipsed by the smoldering maze of embers left behind in their wake.

Ironic, that one of the first lessons as a hunter is to yield to the ebb and flow of the tides. The currents will sense, then choke out, any struggle otherwise.

Their bodies slice through space across the floor. Gladiia takes her waist, lifts her aloft with a flourish and turn-

For a moment, Kal'tsit's slender form is backlit by the overhead lights, wreathing her expression in shadow. Through the deep, low cut of the garment along her back, Gladiia feels the articulation of her spine, the faint sheen of sweat upon her skin-

-and then seconds later, she sets her back down into step once more, tortured by the knowledge that were they alone, Kal'tsit would stay where she could be worshiped, held high, illuminated by that peculiar darkness that didn't cross her features aside from in her most vulnerable moments.

But Gladiia knows that even now, it's still only what Kal'tsit lets shine through the cracks. She is under no delusions.

Kal'tsit calls her out immediately.

"You look distracted."

A blink. "I am."

"Not that it hampers your dancing any. You just look like you're about to kill me."

"Only if you wanted me to. And only for as long as I could bear to part with your company."

Gladiia sets a brisker pace, improvises a turn, a challenge that Kal'tsit rises to. Effortless.

The music fades. They have ended their dance right by the exit in such a way that appears natural-

"Say that I was interested, in this little death of yours. Would you grant me that much tonight?"

"At least that much."

-But they both know better.