#i have no self preservation skills

[notnotravenpond]

i have been home alone all day so I drew a lot of shit and I'm gonna post it all at once

[boohoo2u]

My subconscious: we know we like him. Just don't do that one really, really, dumb thing you usually do.

Me:

Me: you mean ramble about my never ending list of hyper fixations and head canons that will either be forgotten in 5 seconds or written as a fanfic that I will probably never finish?

Subconscious:

Subconscious: ...yes

[hannibal-the-bimbo-cannibal]

The way I would [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacte-

[vaperarmand]

if there’s one thing i love it’s wearing my noise cancelling headphones when i shouldn’t be. unfamiliar area? late at night? oncoming traffic? idgaf. turn that shit up 🗣️💯🎶

[col3-4311]

Okey!

I will make you food for the visit

I also have a home made pumpkin pie thawing

I am 5'2 and 115 pounds of I will hunt you down if you cross me

[valyrfia]

as much as i'd love to see george russell and alex albon as teammates at mercedes, toto wolff has already lived through managing one set of childhood best friends as teammates and has probably taken a sacred vow to never do it again

[limonjarritos]

The wine bottle and symbolism

this is personally my take on the symbolism of the wine bottle/bottle opener as based on a post by galaxitic

The wine as a symbol for obsession for a loss of control. For how Vincent feels about his fixation with Rody. Of even in a way a symbol for Rody himself.

The wine opener being Vince's semblance of control over that obsession. That he believes he has control on his feelings about Rody. But when he goes to open that bottle its not in a semblance of control but that of panic, that of impulse but he still tells himself that it's something, not realizing that with a sip of the wine he's consumed back. His rational is consumed. Just like how this whole time Rody has made him drunk with impulse.

How the wine is admittedly what does him in.

Vince breaks the bottle, breaks 'Rody' through a lack of control. He uses the bottle opener to try and open the real thing, drunk and searching for more, willing to truly give into his impulses and be intoxicated.

Vince has for the most part up until this point been bottling up his feelings, playing the part of mild mannered and in control (though his control isn't perfect. The rat, the watching through the peep hole-)

Rody taking that broken bottle in hand, takes said obsession and kills Vincent with it. Because a broken bottle is going to hurt you. Because Rody is so broken right now, shattered, reeling from the revelation that Manon has been killed. The love bleeding from his body and a hot demand for revenge coming to him that results in the burning of Vince.

[raddestrose]

NO WAY

he locks himself in there with a serial killer

you’re gonna get yourself killed someday

[saintbleeding]

beguiled charmed and besotted thinkin abt sasha james and her weirdgirl rizz to be entirely honest

[shirtlessradfahrer]

I love that his bodyguard is clearly A-grade but I fucking hate that it’s come to the point that he needs one at all

I suppose it's inevitable when you get this popular but... :(

[ghost-bxrd]

are you implying that if you ended up in Gotham you would go chase down Jason Todd with a a crowbar or something

I’m implying that my self preservation skills are worse than those of a wet paper towel and I’m not even kidding.

And excuse you I would NEVER. Now, Joker on the other hand….

[brown-little-robin]

9 and 22 for mob psycho :]

hi Jay <333 :]

9: give the most UNHELPFUL and/or SILLY summary possible.

HMMMMM ok let's go:

polite and unassuming psychic teenager dismayed to learn that repressing his personality into a small obedient blank blob does not solve The Problem of his earth-shatteringly powerful existence, nor is his existence actually A Problem to begin with; he's just traumatized. meanwhile, two mentors, equally terrible, compete over custody the right to take advantage of the heart and dreams of said teenager: his Fake-Exorcist Part-Time Boss, who likes the blank blob version of the kid, and Evil Green Ghost, who likes the lashing-out earth-shattering version. Both mentors are surprised and alarmed to find the kid creating an identity on his own, beyond the binary of Blob and Earth-Shatterer. Oops!

22: FREE SPACE: say anything you want about the story!! <3

I DONT KNOW I JUST LOVE MP100 SO MUCH. um. OH OKAY let me expand for a minute on an idea I had while writing that summary:

Dimple and Mob have a unique relationship in mp100 because they both see each other at their worst immediately and they both look each other fully in the face and go "sure, I'll stick around". Reigen never saw the worst version of Mob directly, not until [redacted], whereas Dimple bullied Shigeo into a rage explosion immediately upon meeting him. And Dimple didn't just see Mob angry and violent; he saw him utterly failing to integrate with society, and he struck Mob right where it hurt him most: his inability to connect with Tsubomi (and, kind of by extension, with Ritsu). So Dimple has seen the worst of BOTH SIDES OF MOB immediately: the seemingly emotionless, socially impaired Mob and meltdown-mode, self-hating, lashing-out Mob who doesn't argue with being called a monster. 僕は最低だ. I'm the worst.

And Dimple comes back.

Meanwhile, Shigeo has seen Dimple at his worst, too. He saw Dimple as a hideous monster trying to literally cut him apart limb from limb. He saw Dimple as a pointless cult leader who used group hypnosis to make people emotionally reliant on him. AND. AND. Dimple got so irrationally threatened by Mob's inability to "get a clue" that Dimple lashed out with all the power of his cynical observation skills and his sharp tongue. Dimple called him a corpse and recommend he go hikikomori himself away in his room forever. Dimple is someone who analyzes people's psyches and then twists the knives in them to try to make himself feel powerful, and Shigeo knows that.

And he still lets Dimple hang around.

!!!!!

[noblehouseofgay]

All my homies run in fear from the MCD tag

[anders-hawke]

only mystra would go "yes i am the source of all of your problems and am the reason you couldn't reach your full potential <3 but now you're free of me so you can do that now <3 i'm so smart and nice and am definitely a good-aligned goddess!!"

[ohimsummer]

I’m going feral over shun uruma like not even in a sexual way (for his timeskip version), bro gets Genuinely Pissed and tanks a fist into your face and just caves that shit in

[wiccawrites]

Dragon!Porsche, the deity who has been guarding a perilous mountain range for almost a thousand years now. He's bound to these mountains – the result of a curse he placed on himself centuries ago, when his own foolishness led to the death of his own brother.

Porsche keeps to himself; is careful that the occasional caravan of traders or group of bandits doesn't know he's there. He does send his pet tigers after the bandits sometimes, if he sees they're the especially bloodthirsty kind who won't spare innocent lives but he makes sure his presence is undetected.

Solitude is his penance.

He's spending another evening watching the stars when he hears ruckus coming from a nearby pass. There is screaming, but not the terrified kind that Porsche has gotten used to. Instead, it sounds like an argument.

"I can't let you do this!"

"How did you even follow me? I took the fastest stallion here!"

"Would you please stop changing the topic? Your Highness. You seriously cannot be trusting some half-crazed old man's advice on how to save the kingdom."

Kingdom?

Porsche knows there's a human settlement on the other side of these mountains. Or at least, it had been a settlement centuries ago. He and Porchay used to slip into their human forms and visit there, under the guise of travelers.

Was that settlement the same kingdom these two humans were referring to? It could be. The number of traders passing by these mountains had grown significantly over the centuries.

Out of curiosity, Porsche follows the sound of their voices.

"If it can save the kingdom, I'll take advice regardless of who it comes from."

"What if it doesn't work? You'll bleed out and die!"

"I've instructed Arm to distribute rations to our people. Ships and caravans are ready. Pete will lead our men. Kim has already planned an escape route that will guarantee the survival of most of our people."

Porsche is close enough that he can see two figures -- a man and what sounds like a boy barely breaking into adulthood. The man has his back turned to Porsche but the fine quality of his clothes are certainly fit for a royal. His broad frame hides the face of the person he's talking to from Porsche's line of sight.

Porsche is close enough that he can hear the man's voice grow soft.

"It will be difficult, but I trust my brother to lead our people. He'll take care of you, so please look after him for me too."

"No. I won't do it. No. Please, Your Highness. Please don't do this. Please. You can escape with us."

"The moon is almost at it's peak. You should go."

That it is.

The moon is full tonight and she lends her light to the darkness. It's thanks to her that Porsche sees the blade glisten in the man's hands, hidden behind his back.

The boy tries to plead some more, but he runs out of time.

As soon as the moon rises to its highest point in the sky, the man pushes the boy away. He turns around, slices his palm with the dagger and lets his blood drip into the earth before turning the knife towards himself.

The metallic scent blood fills the air and Porsche looks on in regret as he hears familiar words uttered into the night before the man finishes what he'd set out to do.

The thing about being nigh immortal is being able to witness the stories about you turn into tales, which then turn into lore, that somehow evolves into a legend. To this man's credit, he does have his facts right.

Had Porsche been a weaker deity, a selfless blood sacrifice made at the height of the full moon would have bound him.

But Porsche is much more powerful than that.

He watches as the man falls to the ground, a pool of his own blood already beginning to form around him.

"P'Kinn!"

The man's companion rushes to his side and Porsche freezes in place as he sees tears flow down the boy's face.

No. It can't be.

Porsche is stepping closer to get a good look of the boy's face before he can even think about throwing a glamor on himself. He steps on a branch that snaps loud enough for the boy to look up, red-rimmed doe eyes the exact same as they had been nine hundred years ago.

"Please," the boy's voice wavers as he begs, completely oblivious to the fact that Porsche had never been unable to deny him anything since they were born. "Please save him."

Without even thinking about the consequences – the bond he'd be forming with a virtual stranger, the life force that he'd be sharing with someone who he wasn't even sure was worthy saving, the target he'd be placing on all their backs if the wrong people found out – Porsche takes the dagger and gives in to his brother's request.

(Later, when the three of them are safely in Porsche's home, the man he'd saved wakes up. His name is Kinn, and he is the king of the relatively small but prosperous kingdom nearby. There is an invasion brewing and all plans of negotiation have failed.

"They will need to pass through these mountains if they want to get to us. Please, protect us."

"Done."

"You won't ask for anything in return?"

Porsche holds up his hand, shows Kinn the fresh scar on his palm.

"You've already paid the price. You're a king, aren't you? The ritual you performed binds you to me. As I am bound to these mountains, so shall you be."

"You're saying I'm your slave and I can't leave this place," Kinn says grimly. Porsche nods, lets him assume the worst; hopes this interpretation of the bond will keep Kinn as far away from him as possible . "For how long?"

"This is not a bond that can easily break."

"Will you keep protecting the kingdom?"

Porsche sneaks a glance at Kinn's attendant. The boy called Chay, who was currently napping beside one of Porsche's tigers.

"Sure, why not?"

"Then so be it.")