#i may be a little too obsessed

[avengers-rule103]

I will protect you from your nightmares Zayne!! 😭

[malenjoyer]

WE'RE SO BACK

[kyurochurro]

bro thinks he’s esnupi!! 🎸🎶🐶 (he is)

I found this little rocker snoopy on Pinterest and immediately thought of George.. I just had to draw them together!! 🤭

george harrison irl ☝️

[quatregats]

Kind of want to draw this shot from LoA but also I fear that the sheer energy and composition of the actual frame will not transfer

[egophiliac]

Hi!

What's your favourite Disney movie? And does your preference for the dorms have any influence on their movies and vice versa? Like I know you love Diasomnia so is Sleeping Beauty high up there for you?

I'm just asking because Snow White is actually my favourite Disney Princess and her movie is my favourite yet Pomefiore is my least favourite dorm (but Lion King and Savanaclaw are both in my top two) and I was wondering if it's similar for you?

yessss someone else whose favorite princess is Snow! ❄️

that said, it's hard to say what my favorite movie is, because I'm one of those annoying people who's like "well it depends" (on different aspects, on my mood, on the phase of the moon, etc). though out of the ones represented in Twst, I think it probably is Sleeping Beauty! I think it's really pretty and just a delightful movie! it hits a nice sweet spot for me of being kind of...gently grounded while still having that floaty-fairytale feeling, if that makes sense also I might have had a huge villaincrush on Maleficent that is being massively projected onto Meleanor, shh

although I actually sort of hated Diasomnia at first (l-look, they didn't have cards at first and all we had to go on were the website descriptions that make everyone sound horrible). so I dunno, maybe the influence helped win me over to them! or maybe just because, like everything else in Twst, they were unexpectedly enjoyable in practice?

(I don't think there are any that had a negative influence either, because I am also one of those annoying people who's like "well I don't have a least favorite, I like everybody!") (sob. it's true though.) (I just, I just love characters so much --)

[m1ssunderstanding]

People have probably already seen this because apparently it's been on YouTube for a week but I hadn't so here you go if you want! Spoilers (I guess) in the tags so for people that don't want to watch this sneak peak and ruin their movie experience, don't read my tags :)

[akemiiya]

are you really a flowey fan if you can type u in your browser's search bar and the first thing that shows up isn't undertale.com/alarmclock/flowey

[thebramblewood]

Ulrike's Big Night: Part II

Let's just say it was a good thing they decided to leave, though not for the reason Helena thinks.

Previous / Next

Thanks to @whyeverr for another super creative lot that, again, I only used a very small part of! I can't take any credit for the tower of gnomes (other than adding a few extras to it), but I'm pretty sure I must've subconsciously given Ulrike a gnome obsession for this exact purpose.

Transcript under the cut.

Helena: “Oh, this is f-”

Ulrike: “Awful.”

Helena: “What, really?”

Ulrike: “Please. A life-size chessboard? It’s just lazy selfie bait to ensure it’ll be all over social media before tomorrow morning.” *gestures in annoyance* “Case in point. God, I need a drink.” *snatches first champagne flute in sight*

Helena: “Ulrike!”

Ulrike: “What?”

Helena: “I don’t think it’s safe to mix poisons that way.”

Ulrike: *rolls eyes* “You’ve come a long way, babe, but you’re still such a Puritan sometimes. It’s not hard liquor. We’ll be fine. Let’s mingle, if we must.”

…

Ulrike: “A giant martini glass. How revolutionary.”

Helena: “You’re so cynical!"

...

Helena: "I’m dying of anticipation! Are you ever going to show me your piece?”

Ulrike: “Actually, it should be right around the next- Oh, here she is.”

Helena: *eyes immediately widen* “It’s, it’s, it’s…”

Ulrike: “Kind of ridiculous, I know. What can I say? My inner troll took over.”

Helena: “It’s GLORIOUS!”

…

Yasmine: “Ms. Faust? Yasmine Jabari. I run a gallery of my own near campus. This is certainly a showstopper. I’d love to talk more about your work…”

…

Helena: *under breath* “Oh, shit.”

Ulrike: “Hey, there you are.”

Helena: “We have to get out of here.”

Ulrike: “What? Why?”

Helena: “I just saw that jerk from my writing workshop and he looked poised to unleash a monster rant.”

Ulrike: “Good call. We definitely don’t need to hear that.”

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[nothinggold13]

*watches the prequel trilogy with the og trilogy once* GUYS I THINK I UNDERSTAND STAR WARS NOW

[marciaillust]

so like uh. uhh. superhero/journalist au revamped

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

how many times have you watched this scene or are you normal

[amoneki-ramblings]

Um. Uh. Hi, Amoneki blog, pinned post let's go (very important please read !!)

This is probably the most important thing by Far: I haven't actually finished the manga yet; I recently got a :re box set but I (at the time of writing this) only just got to :re volume 10 and I don't have a lot of time on my hands to read !! (I've already gotten spoiled a lot cough while trying to look for content cough cough but I'd still like to avoid as many (mostly for major plot points/character deaths especially) as I still can)

Having said that please try to respect that as much as you can !! It's already really tough avoiding spoilers for a series like this (which is why I'm laying pretty low with this fandom, but I'll try to get through the manga when I actually have time)

I'm gonna be honest anything amoneki is pretty much fair game though the tumblr tags have already told me. A lot This mostly applies to. Everything else in the series. If that makes sense? (I hope it does at least orz)

Asks and interaction are greatly appreciated !! (Just a warning that if I get started on these two I can hardly shut up) I love rambling about my silly guys (both individually and as a ship, these two drive me absolutely insane)

If you have headcanons or thoughts you want to discuss or share, please definitely absolutely share !! I want to hear them really really badly trust me !!!! Let's spiral into insanity together :))

Okay that's all I think

Tags for future organization: amoneki doodles/amoneki ramblings / amonhaise CCG AU

Also. 1.5K word amoneki ramble because honestly it sums up a lot of my thoughts about them if you're interested, here

[gayboss-too-close-to-the-sun]

Me: *wearing my Repo! jacket*

The they/them making my coffee: does your jacket say Zydrate Anatomy?? it’s really cool.

Me: yes!!! thank you gay barista!!

Them: you’re welcome, gay person!!

Me, five minutes later: *getting gas*

A person with teal hair: I love your jacket!!!

Me: …are you queer?

Them: yup!

Me: fantastic. I have proven that this jacket is a gay magnet. everything is going according to plan >:)

[nymphaforesta]

c.

[fiendishartist2]

how was the view from the shelf- petscop

The girl with no eyebrows stared back at him.

Red pupils swimming in wide eyes, stark against ashen skin. The flash turned her into a ghost, haloed in white light against the black walls. Her mouth fell agape– whether mid-scream or mid-sentence, Paul didn’t know.

He looked left, tracing the girl’s wide eyes in another photo. She was surrounded by other, more recognisable faces. Taken during Christmas, it looked like, judging by the limp tree lurking in the corner. That was one of the only days of the year Paul remembered visiting The Family, so he scanned the picture for himself.

Jill, arms crossed as to not hold hands with the miserably dull man at her side. Mike, halfway perched on his mother’s lap and grinning up at his brother. Anna and another man, smiling sensibly at the camera and loosely wrapped around each other. Paul glossed over them– it made him a little uncomfortable to see the restraint on their faces. But there, burning a hole in the middle of a mundane family photo, was the girl with no eyebrows.

She was impossibly small, curled against Anna. Her nose was buried in the side of Anna’s stomach, Anna’s arm wrapped around her in turn. Wide eyes behind unkempt bangs peeked at the camera.

Paul had seen these photos over and over again throughout his childhood; they stopped visiting Anna while he was in high school, but Lina tried her best to keep in touch. They still came over for the occasional Christmas, up until he found the game. He knew what each photo contained, when they were taken, who was in them.

She haunted every single one.

Peering over Belle’s shoulder as she did a puzzle for the girl; Anna gave him that puzzle for his birthday, despite him asking for a radio. He couldn’t figure out how the pieces all fit together, so he had to ask Belle to help him. Eventually, she took over and Paul was content to watch his best friend play with his birthday present.

Standing at the edge of a picture, watching Mike and Belle play in the yard; Paul was a shy kid, never wanting to step on anyone’s toes. Even when Anna arranged play-dates at home, Paul would just trail behind his friends while they had fun.

Swaddled in Anna’s arms; Anna was always sentimental, before she became as overbearing as she was now. Paul didn’t actually know much about his parents, but he remembered Anna’s choking hugs. The way his voice muffled against her stuffy cardigans. He cleared his throat.

Paul could place himself in each and every photo hung on the wall and yet.

And yet the girl with no eyebrows was always in his place.

The longer he stared at her, the further he drifted off kilter. Degree by degree, Paul’s sense of reality warped; the photos on the wall were washed away by a swirling sea of black.

How could he know what was real anymore? Rainer cast a spell to change his past. And now the game was invading his life, mangling every part of him until he didn’t fit. Deforming his face until there was nothing left to recognise. Twisting his memories until all that’s left was her.

Would she be there when Paul’s vision cleared?

Would his face replace hers, just as she has done to him?

Would he look in the mirror and see a clear picture again?

Those eyes, that nose; would it be Paul or the girl with no eyebrows looking back at him?

Everything was so blurry– where are his glasses? She doesn’t wear glasses, she’s blind.

Paul needed to get back to the game, but he can’t go back to that room. It’s not his room. It’s not his room. He has a room– this was his childhood home– but that wasn’t his room. She didn’t live here and she’s not in the family photos because she’s not real. Carrie Mark is not real.

You are Carrie Mark.

You are Carrie Mark. You are Carrie Mark. You are Carrie Mark. You are Carrie Mark. You are Carrie Mark. You are Carrie Mark. You are Carrie Mark. You are Carrie Mark.

Rainer wants you to retrace your steps. Her steps. Her steps, not yours. You don’t have a room.

Paul gasped, breathing deeply as water filled his lungs. He’s drowning, drenched head to toe and shivering. It’s so cold. But he can’t stop. He has to keep going, keep running, he has to get home, he has to get home, he just needs to get home.

Left. Left. Right. Left.

He placed one hand on the wall, supporting himself as he leaned over. He’s been running for so long, he’s out of breath. Ragged breaths drawn out of a mouth wide open, a scream caught by the flash of a camera. The blinding hallway light haloed him against a black wall, exposing pale skin. He’s swaying on his feet. He’s been running for so long.

Paul blinked, lifting his head enough to see the photos again.

She’s looking right at him.

He blinked again.

He’s looking right at him.

Here’s a puzzle: the child in the photo wore the face of the girl with no eyebrows, and then the face of Paul Leskowitz. The image of Paul’s childhood did not change. What happened?

Nausea bloomed in Paul’s stomach.

He should finish that game.