#he's an absolute idiot and i love him

[starwarjotta]

Day 5 - caf since my scribbles can be totally illegible, here’s a transcript Obi-Wan: Here you go, Cody Cody: Oh, thanks, sir Cody: this... it’s caf? Obi-Wan: Ah, yes! I’ve noticed my teas are not really to your tastes, so I stocked up some caf for you instead! I hope it’s okay Cody: ... oh Cody: ...thank you.

[essektheylyss]

I'm also still laughing that he really showed up, introduced himself as an Archivist of the Cobalt Soul, and then insinuated that they were going to go extrajudicially hunt down, capture, and "interrogate" a Cerberus Assembly Archmage. Sir, archivists do not do that kind of thing, least of all on their own, LEAST OF ALL with a bunch of random hooligans they were just sent to collect for an unrelated excursion. Quite honestly, that was the thing I kept going back to in evidence of, there is absolutely no way this is a legit archivist.

[irishangelniall]

[egophiliac]

Sorry, most likely my memory being poor, but I thought Malleus' mom (don't know how to spell her name and too lazy to check how to spell it) was already an adult when Lilia ""proposed""?? Like I was always under the assumption that it was like a one-sided child crush on somebody completely out of your league you tend to have as a kid ���

I don't think they say how old she was? although it's entirely possible I just misunderstood; my Japanese is...shaky. :') the actual line is "幼い頃に私に求婚したのは偽りか?", which I read as "isn't it true that you proposed to me as a kid?", and took as her being older than him, but not necessarily an adult (like, I was thinking of Lilia as being not quite a preteen and Mel being preteen/young teen). although I don't know if there's a connotation or something I'm missing that implies a bigger age gap, if that makes sense!

(and of course, I might also just be forgetting some other line -- if someone else knows, then please correct me! I need to know which headcanons need adjusting 👀)

BUT YEAH in a canon-y sense, Malleus is 178 and around the third-years developmentally. which makes me think that even though dragons have a way longer lifespan, they go through childhood at about the same rate as most fae (or at least the kind that Lilia is) and just kinda...slow waaaaay down once they hit adulthood. so it makes sense in my brain that he and Meleanor could've basically grown up together!

...it makes it angstier that way, anyway. :)

[huntingrays]

i physically cannot write valgrace without making jason a huge simp for leo

[naivesilver]

Once Upon A Time Appreciation Week 2024 - Day 5: Best (Not Just Disney) Parallel/Adaptation

Of course. Pinocchio. Explains all the lying.

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: *gazing lovingly at Husk* He could kill me, and I'd thank him.

Cherri: *who has heard this for the millionth time* I'd thank him too

[diseaseriddencube]

normal people: alastor is aggressive with lucifer because he's actually under the control of lilith and needs to keep him away/help charlie or sth

me: alastor is aggressive with lucifer because he saw someone with two ounces more power than him, someone who could help charlie more than he has and show him up as worthless, and he Is Not Having Any Of That anyways do you wanna hear my npd headcanons and why he is actually me and

[tetraandtheapples]

Erm!! I did more art!!!!!! My art style is so inconsistent I want to draw more realistically but I'm goofy goober at my core....... Gehahahaha

Also???? Pony Error under cut??????? (and a few error sketches!) Hidden slightly because I'm still a bit unsure about the design RAHH

I think it'd be cool if he had strings all over his body like he was some mangled stupid hasbro official pony plushie...... but the strings were like insanely last minute LMAO so I want to redo it again with that in mind.... when the pony takes me over again.

Transcript for Pony Info (because my handwriting is a bit messy)

PONY INFO!

Strings run along entire body

Used to have a cutie mark, but the file is "lost"

Horn sparks & glitches dangerously when using magic

-> Not harmful to him, but strong emotions can cause it to flare up (basically when the horn starts fuzzing a lot you know he's close to a full-on reboot)

Whatever the hell this thing is core -> (pic of very stupid looking Hasbro official Princess Twilight Sparkle plushie with brushable hair!!!! Batteries not included)

↓ WARNING!!! STUPID IDIOT BELOW!!!!!!! 🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 ↓

[vhanitas-monstr]

my son, the fool

[purrfectlycontent]

off the record

a little ivantill actors au drabble :)

“Well, that was painful to watch.”

Ivan ignored the voice, his gaze fixed on the back of Till’s head. His hair was plastered down to his neck, still sopping wet.

It was distracting, really. They should dry it before he got a cold.

…Maybe he should offer his blanket as thanks? Surely it wouldn’t be too weird. Right?

A scoff sounded from the spot next to him. “That poor sunbae has no idea what he got himself into.”

“Shouldn’t you be prepping for the next scene?” He finally tore his eyes away to glare at Luka.

“Unlike someone, I prepare before coming on set.” He looked as annoyingly perfect as ever. Hair and makeup probably got to him during one of their many… attempts.

Ivan felt his cheeks flush as he recalled how soft Till’s lips were. The slightly bitter taste of coffee that distracted him during every take lingered in his mouth. The coldness of the fake rain chased away by the heat between their bodies.

A sigh pulled him out of his thoughts. “Here, give this to him. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” Luka pressed something into his hand and walked away without a backward glance.

Not one for missed opportunities, Ivan set out to find his costar.

“Sunbae!”

Hearing a familiar voice, Till stopped in his tracks. His face was a mix of apprehension and fatigue. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Um…! I just wanted to thank you for your advice. It was really helpful.” Ivan tried to give him a smile that almost immediately turned into a wince. “I also wanted to apologize. I’m still learning, so I’m grateful to have a sunbae like you.”

“Like I said, it’s no problem. We’ve all gotta start somewhere, right?”

The tired smile Till gave him felt like being shocked by a taser. There was a small bruise on his lower lip, a mark left by Ivan’s snaggletooth.

He redirected his eyes.

“A-anyway! Please have this.”

“…Lip balm?”

“For the um, wound.” He willed the heat in his face to retreat, only being partially successful.

“Oh.” Till touched his lips absentmindedly. “I didn’t know it left a mark.”

“And take this as well!”

Ivan shoved the pink and purple polka-dotted fabric into his costar’s hands.

“Huh? Isn’t this yours?”

“Please take it and rest well! I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold because of me!”

“…Pfft.”

He startled at the small puff of laughter that made its way out of Till’s mouth.

“Thanks. I’ll give it back next time.”

That…

“Great job.”

Ivan gripped his shirt.

His heart totally skipped a beat, didn’t it?

[frnkiebby]

as promised! here’s double today :D

(my wifi is finally stable too yayyyyy)

i am sobbing over the ones of him holding the vinyls he’s too goddamn precious pls~🎃

[bearyyayay]

My favorite part of MDE is when Tommy rides a motorcycle to chase Sergio and Paulie went "HAHA! GO GET HIM TOMMY!!"

He sounded so proud of him. So damn proud. I don't know that part is just stuck to my mind, I love it

[maegalkarven]

Again back with the point what Gortash enforces his narrative while Ketheric and Orin are the captives of it.

It think it can be easily melted down to if they're satisfied, deep down, with how things are going for them (aside from the Dead Three plan falling. Imagine what it's not falling apart)

I don't think Orin actively thinks of her feelings and her intentions; she is in the never-ending chase for Father's love while knowing down well how much his disapproval and punishment hurts. And she is locked into that position without any way out, doesn't even consider a way out because it's all she has ever known and all she knows there to be and matter. But it's not happy or satisfying existence, Bhaal has no worshippers, only victims.

Ketheric got what he so desperately craved: Isobel is back.

And it's almost as if nothing else matters now. He is a lost man, someone who was good and kind and righteous once, and some part of him remembers this man, remembers the man his wife fell in love with, and hates who he has become. He would do anything Myrkul told him to for Isobel, because Myrkul brought Isobel back. But is he happy? Is he satisfied? Absolutely not. He is Tired. He is the man just waiting to die.

Gortash loves his evil plans and his machinations and he loves his genius and his Steel Watch and all the manipulations he pulls of. It makes him feel clever, better than everyone else, it makes him feel in control of everything, like he truly solved life and everyone else is just clueless a clueless senseless mass of bystanders.

He likes innovation and technology, power and control; and he likes combining these things together.

The only part what's missing is an equal to bask in his glory. The perfect equal candidate was Durge, but Durge is gone (if not played as origin), but some wandering adventurer who managed to defeat Ketheric will suffice, they show promise.

He isn't remorseful, isn't trapped, everything is going according to plan (imagine what it does and the Elder Brain doesn't beat him up to it). He doesn't even feel fear. (I believe he was controlled by that feeling for the majority of his young life, absolutely hated it and got himself a cloth of authority to Cancel This Damn Emotion Forever)

He might be lonely, deep down, he is clearly resentful towards Raphael, the warlock who bought him, and his parents, and everyone who has ever wronged him. But he'll get to them, or already got to them. He loves exactly three things: himself, his inventions and his empire.

Someone by his side is a nice bonus, but it's not the requirement.

[shardofsun]

John: *deliberately pisses off Arthur and makes him see him as a monster*

Also John when Arthur doesn’t listen to him afterwards: you IGNORE john? you call john a parasite? jail for arthur! jail for arthur for one thousand years!!!!

[willowser]

"oh! hey, c'mere, i gotta show you something funny!"

whatever nonsense satoru had been planning on spouting is tucked away the instant he sees your coy little grin, and one of his own grows on his face, made brighter and wider by the ease of your invitation.

yes, he's just spent the last seven minutes in your doorway, silent and scheming, thinking on what to say to attract your attention — but it doesn't matter if that's now been disrupted, because he'd take your attention any way it can be served, cold or hot. it's warm today; that much he can tell by the way you beam at him, as he comes to stand beside you.

you dig through the top drawer of your desk for a minute or two, and satoru is bubbling with things to say, now, about the little mess you keep there, but he gets distracted by the hurried, chalky handprints staining the material covering your ass. the sight makes him grin so hard that his cheeks swell, nudging his blindfold up the littlest bit; satoru finds it invigorating, this innate ability you have to fluster him. the heat in his face is surely visible, even to someone like you.

"aha!" you dance back and forth on your feet for a second, stopping only when he starts to join you, excited, and then you hold up two dangly, jingling little things right in front of his face. "a student's sister is selling these for school, and they made me think of you! so i bought us some to match!"

keychains, he realizes, suddenly sober. cute and colorful miniature ice bars.

"adorable, huh?" you pull them back to assess in your palm, touching gently at the plastic as if they were real, as if they could melt in the warmth of your hand. "which one do you want? the watermelon is the cutest, so i was gonna give you that one."

everything satoru had thought to say dissolves, leaks between his fingers, sugary and sweet. he's left with nothing, cold, then, smile frozen, as you fiddle with something so meaningless—

you look up, waiting for his response, and he watches you clock the change in his demeanor, instantly; you can't see cursed energy, but you can see — something, within him. always have been able to, though he's yet to figure out how.

"unless you want strawberry," you shrug, a little awkward now, but sunny as usual. "do you even have keys, actually, or do you—"

"no take-backs!" he snatches the dainty thing from your hand, sticking his tongue out at the flat look you send him. "i get watermelon!"

"fine," you pout for just a second before sticking your tongue out at him, too, and then you laugh quietly to yourself. amused, like a child.

once you start to dig around in your messy drawer for your car keys, satoru turns his attention to the tiny treat, focusing on it. trying to ignore the blood rushing in his ears.

it's so simple. so silly. you are, selfless and honest to a fault, all the traits that make you a liability in this world. if anything were to happen to your students, then you wouldn't make it. and if anything were to happen to you, satoru thinks—

right there in your presence, so close that he can hear your heartbeat peacefully thundering over his own — he can feel the cracks in his composure. how close he is to splintering off, how quickly everything would collapse if he dared to blink wrong.

if anything were to happen to you, satoru thinks, he'd go insane. he already has.

a small laugh leaves him, at the thought, but he closes his fist around the small keychain when you look up at him again. still grinning, leaning in so close that you're about to be stopped.

"do you like it?" you ask, open and hopeful and silly.

it makes him laugh again, because you really have no idea.