#i have been well fed

[blanktrouser]

I am sobbing and heaving violently

lancelot finds out about sonic's top surgery scars (i am a trans masc sonic believer)

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"You have survived through many treacherous quests, have you not?"

"Ah, yeah! Wouldn't really call it quests, but more of adventures. Y'know, stopping that silly egghead from taking over the world, and… other stuff."

"This… 'egghead', as you name him. Did he inflict these wounds on you?"

"Wounds? I mean they're mostly healed so you can't really see them. Like here, here and here–"

"How about these? On your chest. They are quite unique and they have certainly caught my attention, might I add."

"Oh, these? They're, uhh… They weren't from battles."

"They were not? Were they self-inflicted? Did you harm yourself? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, chill out! Got them a long time ago. And, well… In your era, it's kinda hard to explain these things. But uh, just know that they've made me more confident and I feel more like myself."

"I see… I shall not pry further. Although, I am glad they have positively impacted you. Scars are either frowned upon or admired. I have always adored yours, these in particular. I, too, wish to be proud of my own."

"Everyone fights their own battles. And whatever it is, you'll always look perfect in my eyes."

"Ah… You flatter me, sire."

"Anything to see that cute lil' blush of yours, Lance."

[marisashinx]

Azul is on to something here...

[artistdove]

Quick doodles of various scenes from a recent discovery of either one or two unfinished Epic Mickey Shorts

[nyxofdemons]

still not over this. never going to be over this. what the fuck

[smokin9-box]

What a cute couple

[tightjeansjavi]

I physically cannot do this anymore 😵‍💫 he’s so handsome it hurts

[emmg]

FINALLY done with all my work which means I spent the day catching up on my reading. You know what that means *rubs hands*

“Tell me, does Mazzanti ring a bell?” >>> I am going to take off his belt and beat his face with it lmfaoooo. NO RAPHAEL NO, normal working class people DO NOT know what a freaking Mazzanti is. GET OUT OF HERE with your "casual everyday" Ferrari. Oh my goooooddd I hate him so much but I also need him carnally. He makes me so mad but I still want him. He's sooooo arrogant and so rich and so the embodiment of everything that is wrong with capitalism but I'd still kneel for him. This is the type of rich dude who will tell you how nice you look and then later go ew is that from Marshall's? And then wash his hands because god forbid his skin touches anything other than pure cashmere.

Anyway moving on lmfao.

Raphael pulling into suburbia in his Ferrari to pick her up. How noble of him to venture out of his ivory tower to see how the plebs live, wade through the muck and filth of roads in non-gated communities. He's like:

Oh man it's a short excerpt but it gave me so much joy lmaooo. I can practically smell him. The leather interior, the cologne, I'm sure he has some mints stashed somewhere, maybe he smoked a cigarette earlier idk (ik ik, but I actually enjoy cigarette smoke on a man, sue me lmfao)

I can't decide if Raphael would be the type to overtip the valet in advance to make sure his car doesn't get scratched or if he's more of a glare-you-down-do-you-know-who-my-father-is kinda guy. Probably both, depending on the mood lol

And now I'm imagining him running into his dad at the restaurant and suddenly he's a lil bitch in front of his date because daddy is even a bigger deal than he is and oh would you look at that, he actually likes his date and orders an even more expensive bottle of wine than Raphael initially did and now it's a pissing contest and Charly's there like lol k at least im not paying

Which of course means after he's grumpy but then she tells him his dad is annoying and ooof that's the hottest thing ever, instant boner, they fuck in the bathroom, the waiter gets a huge tip. Charly wonders if these types of places do doggy bags for leftovers, cue Raphael dragging a hand down his face like omg she's an uncultured swine

And Tav's like stfu this beluga caviar costs 1/3 of my rent, I'm taking them home

Oh man now I'm just making up scenarios in my head, but this premise is so fun to me and I'm having so much fun reading it and so much fun imagining stuff and ----

So I'm not sure how She's Just That Girl is gonna go, but I am SO FUCKING HERE FOR IT. Like I'm feral, clawing at the bars of my enclosure, and now just because I'm in it loool

I was kicking my feet and GIGGLING and wheezing and clapping my hands like a seal loooool

No but fr I am such a HOE for the premise of Raphael manifesting in the real world and taking an interest in "you." Omg yes give me. Partly because of the potential for the sheer undiluted psychological horror. Like seriously yeah you can obviously make it hilarious, and it should be hilarious where applicable. But also consider this:

The gaslighting. Because you try to tell yourself it’s not real. This isn’t possible. It’s Raphael, a fictional character. And no one else sees him. Or rather they do see him, but they see a person, simply a person, who maybe looks like him but is utterly ordinary, absolutely human, not whatever it is you believe him to be. No one else feels him. You’re alone in this nightmare, and the isolation is choking.

There’s no way to explain it to anyone. “Hey, so, uh, Raphael from bg3 is, like, real now? And haunting me? And I think he’s winning?” Yeah, no. They’d either laugh or have you committed but tbh at this point you’d take the padded room if you thought it’d get him out of your head.

But it doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop. He’s everywhere. In your shadow. In your dreams. In the flicker of a reflection that shouldn’t be smiling. You think, maybe if I just break something, something big, like a mirror, like myself, maybe I’ll snap out of it. Maybe I’ll wake up.

Because isn’t this what you wanted? A break from reality? An escape into the fictional? To be special? To perch on the devil’s lap and feel his fingers trace circles down your spine while he smiles like he knows every filthy little thought in your head? Isn’t this what you fantasized about while reading all those ridiculous fanfics? Isn’t this exactly what you begged the universe for when the monotony of dishes and day jobs felt like too much?

You didn’t want to scrub plates. You wanted to scrub blood off marble, your hands trembling, while he praised, while he called you a good girl. You didn’t want a life of bills and deadlines; you wanted magic and crown; magical, unstable orbs; and the thrill of stepping across planes into the unknown. You wanted to be noticed. Wanted to matter. And now now he’s here. Raphael himself, your shameful 2d desire. Offering it all on a silver platter.

But isn’t it funny how the fantasy didn’t tell you about the terror? The way his words would throttle your thoughts, making you question if they’re even yours anymore? How his image, and now even yours, scatters in a hundred fragments of glass, of that mirror you keep breaking again and again because you see him in it when no one else does, the same mirror that is always whole the day after. You wonder if it’s mocking you; or worse, if it’s him, stitching the pieces back together so you’ll break again. Because you will, won’t you? You’ll break it again. You’ll break yourself again.

And in the morning it's back to your part time job.

Anywhooooooo, don't mind me, just the ol' mind going crazy with ideas now that I've been fed good soup hehe

I know there’s a template for it somewhere or whatever but to be entirely honest I don’t give a flying fuckity fuck about finding it so anyway ~

*bangs on pots and pans*

WIP ✨WHENEVER✨

I nominate (and by nominate I mean tag lmao) @thessaralka as the resident solavellan expert, @heylittleriotact as fellow emmrich brainrot enthusiast, and @adinfernumadinfinitum as my raphael crack dealer aka yall embody my current three hyperfixations, congratulations, you’ve won nothing lmao

I can’t sleep and saw someone else do it so now I’m doing it too because I’m ~creative and original~

[meangreennunseen]

Was thinking about Primarchs (as usual) and how jacked they are and thus how fast their metabolism should be at burning the fat. Because let's be honest, none of them probs have time to hit a gym. That adonis build is genetic engineering at work.

And with extremely fast metabolism, Primarchs most likely had to deal with another issue, that being of how much food they actually needed to sustain themselves.

Yeah I know Astartes have ability to slow their metabolism down or something similiar and thus they can go without food for weeks and months, and I feel Primarch most likely can do that too, but the more I think about Primarchs growing up on random worlds with whole burden of being different than ordinary people and that affected them psychologically, and I just came with conclusion that many of Primarchs actually tried to eat as little as possible, starving themselves, because many of them would just feel guilty consuming food rations which could feed like 5-7 people in one sitting, even if they kinda needed that. Yes, even noble raised Primarchs would feel guilty eating so much, even if food is not an issue, but it's even painful if you think about Primarchs raised in poorer conditions, where food was a valuable commodity. You just know they starved themselves, so humans around them wouldn't have to....

[tomfrogisblue]

I just wanna thank cc!Cellbit for fulfilling my personal Wishlist of Fuckery while he was rampaging with Baghera today

Fucking with each member of Fuga Impossível individually ✅️

Searching out Pac specifically with The Voice ✅️

Messing with Ljoga and Malena ✅️

Threatening Natalan ✅️

Generally having fun torturing his friends and strangers alike ✅️

And finally, murdering anyone he wanted ✅️

[wanderingibon]

the viago-crow rook dynamic makes me crazy i fear!!! the found family!!!! the layers!!! the care of it all!!!! the 'i am afraid of losing my protégé who I've come to regard as family but I don't exactly know how to convey that so I have to be stern toward them, remind them not to abandon their contract, so they aren't eaten up by the antivan crows like I know the organization can do and has done time and time again' i am literally rambling rn but i could write a whole essay i fear

[tylerpitlicktruther]

does anyone else think that it couldn’t be more appropriate that Rusty was the one that coined the “little suzy homemaker” nickname for sid like???

of course he did, that’s literally his mother. 🩷

[shortnotsweet]

1. ANATOMY OF A KITCHEN (excerpt from THE THRILLING AND NOT AT ALL REPETITIVE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN MAN AND KID DANGER: “A CHRONOLOGY OF ENTIRELY TRUE AND HEROIC EVENTS COINCIDING WITH THE END OF HISTORY”) [2] [3] [4]

If you want to know a person, watch how they treat their servers, how they treat their food. Living with them is the second best option. Living with Ray is not Henry’s only option, but it is the best. They don’t even need to watch the other eat; they know each other already.

[ “There is a man in my house. There will always be a man in my house. I will find him even when he is not there. And one day, when I find out there is no man in my house anymore, well—I will go find one and invite him in.” Paraphrased and reappropriated from Catherine Lacey’s “Cut”. The borrowed text refers to the uncanny feeling Henry experiences as an adult reflecting on his childhood relationships. ]

Catherine Lacey writes in her short story “Cut”: “If you're raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. You'll find him even when he is not there. And if one day you find that there is no angry man in your house—well, you will go find one and invite him in!” Peggy—a professor—reads this poem, which a female student has placed on her desk, and grapples with a response, to which she is advised, “It’s not your job to save anyone from their life or explain anything to them or even really teach them anything”.

PANEL NOTES

This follows the format of the catalyst stranger approaching the downtrodden protagonist in a dingy bar from behind, backlit by the hazy yellow lights and smoked out shadows. This is not a bar, but a kitchen—the center of any living space.

The borrowed text is tweaked, and excludes the descriptor “angry”, as the theme of the storyboards is not anger.

The use of red is limited and strategic, and scattered throughout like evidence; dusting for fingerprints. It’s tempting to drape Henry’s back in red against the blue background, as if bathed by an overhead lamp, but Ray is the anomaly. Henry is colored by an anxious, slightly melancholic blue (as well as shaky panel borders), while the flints of red signify danger (knock on wood) or non-literal symbolism.

The white wolf is curled around the blue in a protective gesture that also doubles as a stranglehold, snakelike.

Something, something, about wolves and lambs, consumption, and the simultaneous loss and retention of innocence through transformative processes. Note there are three lambs; these could stand either for Henry, Jasper, and Charlotte, or Henry (singular).

[cinnabombzz]

GUYS. GUYS YOU ACTUALLY DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW MENTALLY UNWELL I AM RIGHT NOW. I ACTUALLY HATE THIS GAME ARRRGGHHHFHFJGKGPP /j

[has-the-gavle-goat-burned-yet]

December 27, 2023

No

[astras-ender]

i love finding people on the same wavelength as me

bc what do you mean you're a black girl who also plays love and deepspace?

and you like zayne? and sylus?

and you ship zayne and sylus?

better yet, you ship zayne, mc AND sylus??? this is a power polyamorous couple that will rule the world

we locked in and you don't even know it 🤞🏿

[yannisdesk]

act 2 vi is something else...

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