#he also blinded his mother

[restinslices]

Idk who needs to hear this but it’s ok to agree with The Darkling’s ideas but not his methods.

The Darkling had every right to hate non Grisha and his plan made sense. Make it so Grisha are no longer mistreated and use the fold (which I’m pretty sure is an accident in the show and the books, but I could be wrong) as a weapon so Grisha can never be attacked again. It makes sense. He wants to be a savior for Grisha. His methods though? Fucking atrocious. Saying he did absolutely nothing wrong is wild asf to me. He manipulates and becomes so codependent when it comes to teenage girls. He manipulated Zoya, he allows Genya to be assaulted by the king so she can be a spy for him then later scars her, he manipulates Alina, tries to control her powers, threatens to skin her alive if Mal can’t find the second amplifier, he kills several people and I’m pretty sure threatened to murder an entire orphanage plus the other crazy shit he did in the books. He had a great idea that I can stand behind. He’s not wrong for fighting back. He’s wrong for the other wild shit he did and refuses to apologize for. And even if he did apologize, it probably wouldn’t be enough.

You can like The Darkling as a villain. You can find him hot. I love Ben Barnes and I love villains. I have been a Loki lover since Thor. I loved Bucky as The Winter Soldier. The Alpha Pack from Teen Wolf will always own my heart. But this mf Alexander is like Thanos; spitting real shit but has a shit plan. Thanos was spitting when he said the world doesn’t have enough resources but committing genocide instead of just doubling the resources when he had the power to do so is crazy.

Back to The Darkling, you can like him but don’t act like he did absolutely nothing wrong cause I’m never letting go of the bullshit he put Genya through.

[flovoid]

… 𝔗𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱

[epicfroggz]

@sermessmer

[velveteencosmocrat]

Y'know as much as I love the new lore drops of Bill's backstory after so long and the new works and headcanons and aus made with Bill's parents, I am kinda sad that it essentially dethrones @pengychan 's flat dreams fic from what a lot of people probably accepted as his backstory, even if just fanon. If only for the sole purpose that Liam wouldn't exist.

but then I remembered I could do whatever the fuck I want.

So in my personal au, I like to think that Liam does exist and still is Bill's brother, but their roles would be reversed (ages can stay the same or swap, either would work for different dynamics). Bill would be the treated irregular child. Liam would be the 'right' one. Just an average triangle in Euclydia, with normal eyes not made to see the stars. I think he'd still read to Bill, still spend whatever time he can with him. Not because it's all he can really do constrained, but because of his own love and care for his brother, accepting even if he doesn't exactly understand him. Liam would be happy for the most part, healthy, and just living his best life as he can.

And Liam would be purple.

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

So idk if this is a super surface level take, but I think the most heartbreaking part about Paul's journey in part 2 is like. how he kind of knows even from the beginning what he'll have to do in the end. And even in those moments where he thinks he's maybe in the clear and forging his own path (the "taking off the ring" scene for example), I think he knows deep down that it won' t last. That the most he can do is delay the inevitable. But he'll still try to delay it as long as possible. He knows what going south will do to him. He knows what the water of life will do to him. He just doesn't know how bad it'll be. I think up until the last possible moment he still has some desperate hope that he won't give in fully, that he'll be able to have a win-win scenario and give everyone what they want while still remaining uncorrupted.

I've compared it to LOTR before but it really is Like That --- every good person who possesses the ring at some point thinks "maybe I'll be the one to resist it though. Maybe it'll be me who's able to remain pure of heart." I think Paul is the same way - he sees himself changing drastically, but still thinks maybe he can avoid that fate while still stepping as close to it as he feels he needs to. And those steps get closer and closer until he falls off the edge, as he was doomed to from the start.

[softer-ua]

I wanna see Masaru do dad things

He falls asleep on the couch but will instantly wake up the second Katsuki even thinks about changing the channel

One minute he’s loudly sawing logs the next it’s “Don’t even think about it Kats, I’m waiting for the weekend weather forecast” and Katsuki let’s it go with a grumpy “stupid old man” because he’s now secretly hoping this means his dads planing to take him hiking

(Later Denki and Katsuki quietly bond over their shared fondness of weather reports)

Masaru constantly reminds Katsuki not to touch the thermostat (even though Katsuki’s literally NEVER once touched the damn thing!!)

Masaru dropping random bits of “fatherly wisdom” out the blue in lulls in conversation or even just as the the start of a conversation that are so wild and uncalled, but undoubtedly good advice

“Looking nice is a respect we pay to other people and is the first step in getting them to treat you with respect”

“Never panic, if you panic you die.”

“Always apply for things you think don’t qualify for, at worse they tell you no, at best they’ll train you to qualify and then you can apply even higher”

*shows him a handful of water* “This is all it takes to drown.” (This was said to me one school morning while I was sleepily eating a bowl of Cheerios and the only other thing he said was that he’d meet me in the truck to take me to school)

“Go out and listen to live music as often as you can, even if it’s not good, it’s good for you”

“remember Katsuki if you need to get rid of a body at sea dismember it first, decomposition happens slowly at cold temperatures”

“Always know your exits and the quickest ways to them”

“When in doubt throttle out” this was said when snow-machining because if you get scared and break suddenly you might get stuck waist deep in the snow and have to dig you and your machine out, but it’s also just sold life advice

“If you leave it to the bystander it’ll always be left by a stander, always call out to one person specifically to call 911”

Being very open about his job but in spite of that no one actually knows what he does. Yeah he works in fashion, could be textiles could be a model, who knows, not Katsuki that’s for sure.

Teaching Katsuki how to spot animals while hiking in a way that’s so vague & makes no sense but sticks with him so he some how just gets it but now he can’t explain it either

Denki:I don’t see a deer anywhere??

Katsuki: Just look for the thing that doesn’t fucking belong!!

(the secret is of course that trees and shadows don’t move)

Katsuki calms his city kid friends with the same things his dad told him as a kid, which are of course not comforting if you have no lived through context

Hanta: what if we get attacked by wolves??

Katsuki: with how loud y’all are we’ll be lucky to see a squirrel

Eijirou: okay, but what if we see a bear?!

Katsuki: trust me you’ll smell a bear long before you see it, and again your too loud to just stumble upon one

And most importantly Masaru just randomly telling Katsuki how proud he is of him, how much he loves him, giving him random treats, big long hugs, praising how smart he is, telling him how he will always support him no matter what, how glad he is that he grew up to be so strong willed, and a dozen other acts of soft fatherly support

Katsuki needs him to offset the poor example of his mother so so desperately 🥺

[swallowtail-ageha]

Head empty thoughts full of the antigone incest essay

[fellhellion]

Miguel’s actions literally do not make sense if his fear of dimensional collapse reoccurring and his empathy towards the more horrible “canon events” ISNT sincere and yet there are still people genuinely proposing theories like maybe he’s just lying about this for incomprehensibly stupid reasons.

[ofcourseitsafurry]

The(3)main player characters

Aka my main monster prom OC and his friends along with their drinks to help describe their personalities or aesthetics

First Sparkles Glowbright,ex-prince of Villa of Monocerotem, a very magical adept White Unicorn

Sparkles is my main monster prom oc. He's calm, collected, and goes with the flow(Yes, like Brian.)Unlike Brian, he's more energetic, he enjoys dancing, walking, and magic tricks with physical requirements. He's also much more thoughtful than most of the monsters in Spooky High, resorting to murder less, more education-focused, and less sexually interested preferring to take it slow. Sparkles, despite(hopefully)what a lot of future art shows isn't actually in Spooky Academy, his reason for being there along with his actual school is to be discussed later for his backstory.

Next is Draco Lung, the son of a Western fire dragon and an Eastern lightning dragon(also the brother of an Eastern water dragon).

Draco, short for Draconic, is a stereotypical greedy dragon, he doesn't steal damsels and force them to marry him as he finds that sexist and weird. Unlike Vera, Draco is lazy, stealing from shops, kingdoms, and even fountains for his fix of money obsession. (Hell, that last one was how he met Sparkles in the first place.)Another example of his laziness is his obsession with sleeping, likely due to the energy of being such a huge beast. While he isn't a complete jackass he's rude and just as quick to violence as several monsters threatening to fight someone if they annoy him enough.

Next up is Feng Xuang, a FENGHUANG not a PHOENIX or a VERMILION BIRD

Feng is the one I have the least plot thought out for. He likes astrology and astronomy due to the real-life monster corresponding to Celestial bodies and beings. He's obsessed with fire, not like just an arsonist, he likes playing with it, eating it, looking at it. Fenghuang mating rituals have two Fenghuangs doing a mating dance of death that combines both parents' personalities into one egg making Feng an orphan. He hates to be referred to as other similar mythical bird species. He's cheery and upbeat but a general everyman who enjoys preppy culture.

Last but not least, Mh'athra.Deity of Sacred Secrecy and darkness

Mh'athra is technically canon, but I'm giving her a non-canon design. Sparkles became a mortal contact for Mh'athra when he snuck into one of the cult headquarters on his way to Monstropolis and read a book that allowed it to come into the monster realm with his magic. Mh'athra is an asshole, she’s extremely dismissive of Zoe and her choice of becoming part of mortal kind, like the carnival mirror event, unlike the mirror event Mh'athra is actively cruel and even dead names Zoe while alternate Z'gord is dismissive but tries to talk her into rejoining her "purpose." While it's evil, it's not actively malicious, not currently into recreating the Nothingness.

[official-saul-goodman]

It's so sad that jim croce died less than a year after his son was born :(

[joyglass]

okay. real talk I don't like the antagonism between percy and annabeth in the tv series it's just unnecessary like the thing about them is that they were NEVER enemies to lovers (not in my book anyway) annabeth was apprehensive and maybe overly critical but that changed to ride or die real quickly. what happened to annabeth saying she'd fight by percy's side AGAINST her mother if it came down to it midbook 1??? like they're supposed to be friends 😭😭 im sure it'll come later but I liked seeing the gradual buildup, the banter, the camaraderie except it was never framed as antagonistic in the books as it is in the tv series.....

[grandapplewit]

FMA AU where Trisha Elric wakes up in an alley some six years post-canon for [insert vaguely spoilery plot reasons] and is stumbled upon (quite literally) by none other than Brigadier General Roy Mustang, who proceeds to take her to Madame Christmas and absolutely does not realize who she is.

Coincidentally, Ed rolls into town for the first time in six years.

[saviourkingslut]

wholly forgot scientology is real until i was minding my business browsing wikipedia and found out it's listed as a cult/sect in germany and france and tom cruise is a huge missionary (not old enough to remember the scandals) anyway then i remembered my dad once told me he went on a trip to amsterdam as a teenager (alone) to buy a jacket and got roped into doing some test for them?? and he handed it in and then he just waited there but it took too long until they came to get him again and he had to get home so he just?? left??? and he had no idea what the fuck it was for until years later he saw an item on tv abt scientology in the netherlands and he recognised the fucking building lmfaooo

[teaboot]

Sometimes I think a lot about my mom's cat

My mom's cat is a common domestic shorthair we found on the side of the road as a kitten

Regular cat, not a maine coon or one of those massive breeds. His mom was smaller than a loaf of bread

But in a sort of a Clifford The Big Red Dog situation, he grew super fast, and really really big, and took a super long time to stop growing

Worried that she was overfeeding him, she eased back his portions, but he stayed a massive round baby

When he started having kidney problems, she took him to the vet.

The vet took a look at him and said, "holy fuck, what are you feeding him", checked the nutritional listings on his chow, and told her "Yeah, maybe he's reacting badly to the amount of grain in this, try a meatier diet"

So my mom wound up special-ordering this specific high-protein prescription cat food made of like. Kangaroo meat or some shit that cost like sixty bucks a bag

And, as typical act two in an episode of House, he somehow got worse on the fancy specialized stuff that was supposed to be Primo Athlete Olympic Feline Blend

Like. WAY worse. His guts were inflamed and his kidneys were shutting down and he was all sore and HE WAS STILL HUGE, just miserable and sad

So shetook him back to the vet, where they had to help him pee (he was apparently close to bursting and had some kind of blockage too) and went "Yeah no this is NOT normal and we don't know what's going on, we're gonna do some tests but in the meantime you should go back to what he was eating before, at least that wasn't actively killing him" so she did

And he still wasn't great, but he also improved

And so they take his blood and do an ultrasound and a couple g's later she gets a call back like "this is gonna sound crazy, but we want you to put him on a low-meat diet. Just the least amount of protein and iron and shit. We need you to find the grainiest, filler-iest dollar tree kibble available and give him some of that bad bad shit"

And my mother is a woman of science. So she did

And he GOT BETTER

His energy picked back up, inflammation went down, he started drinking normally again, got back to pissing like a fuckin champion

And so it turns out that out of all the random ass freeway bonus cats we possibly could have scooped out of a ditch, WE got the one-in-a-million freak of nature with a SPECIFIC genetic defect that means a paleo protein free range diet is essentially poison and he THRIVES on cheap ass garbage

Like. He medically NEEDS junk food

I dont really understand how that works, but i cant argue with results.

If we had four of him, they'd outweigh my mom. And he's FINE

Also blind, but that's unrelated

Im not using him as a symbol or a metaphor or anything. I just keep catching myself thinking about my mom's Big Fucking Cat

[creepyclothdoll]

The Devil's Wheel

The Devil’s Wheel

“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”

“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you. 

“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”

The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.

He’s been perfectly polite. 

You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”

“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”

He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:

THE DEVIL’S WHEEL

“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”

You examine the wheel. 

The gambling addict

The doting boyfriend

The escaped convict

The dog dad

The secretive sadist

“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion. 

“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”

“Serial wife murderer?”

“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”

The hard worker

The compulsive liar

The animal torturer

The widower

The desperate businessman

The failed musician

The beloved son

“My husband is on here too,” you say. 

“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”

“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”

“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”

You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.

Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity

Round and round it goes. 

The college graduate

The hockey fan

The Eagle Scout

The cold older brother

The charming younger brother

The two-faced middle child

The perfectionist

The slob 

Your husband Dave

Clackity-clackity-clackity.

Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.

The photographer

“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”

“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask. 

“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”

“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.

You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it. 

Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t. 

The cancer survivor

The bereaved

The applicant

Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…

The newlywed

The ex-gifted kid

The uncle

The Badgers fan

“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.

“How lovely,” the Devil says. 

Then it hits you.

Of course.

The weightlifter.

The careful driver.

The manager.

The claustrophobe.

Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.

“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.

“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!” 

The Devil cackles. 

“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”

“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”

“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”

[shidoukanae]

wanted to do another TME sketchdump (that i actually finish coloring ;;;) and so i did!!!

been thinking about TME almost literally 24/7 (and the other time is spent on OCs lol) and i still can't get over how this story is literally everything ive longed to see (as well as full of things i didn't know i longed to see. hewwo Empress Arne and Emperor Christopher).