#i'm pretty sure that's how it goes

[snowbriar]

im just ken, anywhere else id be a ten

Is it my destiny to live and die a life of fragile masculinity

[bluewolfangel01]

I love the unhinged idea that if Mc is angry or dissapointed with the demons, that they would create a circle of salt around themselves and just stay in it

And no matter the immense combined powers that Diavolo, Barbatos, and the Brothers hold, they ain't getting past the salt circle no matter what they do

Salt is the most powerful thing in the Devildom, confirmed

[tears-of-xion]

Marinette has homework, so they are having a date via cellphone!

:D Have some Marigami for the prompt 'Separation' for day 5 of @mlbfemslashfebruary 's mlb femslash feb prompt list!

Marigami won the poll I made, so I put in extra effort to make sure I'd be able to post this drawing on their day on the prompt list. =^^=

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[another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire]

Red sun at night, sailors' delight

Red sun at morning, sailors get et by Dracula

Today's Re: Dracula got an accidental boost in creepiness when I looked out and saw a red sun in the fog.

[humming-fly]

Happy to report I have finally started listening to Malevolent and to no one's surprise I am already obsessed (I'm almost done with s2 atm please don't send me spoilers yet sdlkfj)

I'll skip over my usual formality of having one normal art post before diving into shitposts let's not waste anyone's time here

[haydenthewitch]

it's crazy that more and more brands are being advertised on 911, but they are all SPECIFICALY in buck/eddie's scenes. U-Haul, amazon, ps5, like damn y'all really are riding on the gay storyline for money huh

[helielune]

i'll angel in the snow until i'm worthy (snow angel)

[nenoname]

What are your thoughts on Hirsch?

i do genuinely respect him a lot (the fact that a bunch of the show was improvised is both horrifying and kinda amazing, standout examples being ford himself being written on the fly and also the last mabelcorn being written in a day) and love that he's insistent on the importance of found family and platonic affection, and that he's furious when people devalue family relationships if they're not directly blood related

but also a bunch of his ford takes are pretty iffy (even if he's gotten somewhat better about him recently) and he's pretty "two steps forwards, a bunch of shuffles back" about treating the abusive relationships he writes cos it was like "oh he's talking about it normally for the panels--" and then that charity stream was basically a cannonball to any goodwill he built up

also god damn he's bad with writing romance and picking side ships in general (tad/woodpecker guy is the most 'picked random names outta a hat' shit), especially when he's fully aware that it gets fans sidetracked from the main points he's trying to make with the series

his current take of bullying and shaming ai shills however? excellent! love to see this when people are going "uwu if we ignore them stealing and being shitheads maybe they'll go away there's nothing we can do anyway" defeatist bullshit-- do it hirsch!!! send your legions of obsessed fans after those morons!!! him openly bitching about how disney execs are a bunch of spineless cowards is great too

[naamahdarling]

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[yuseirra]

some ships I like (and drew A LOT of fanart for over the years)

[picklesinabottle]

also I much more read penelope's thing with moving the bed as proving to odysseus that he's her husband than proving it to herself

[sysig]

Go play pretend on your own (Patreon)

[thewriteone]

High Water

a/n: Sort of a part two to Hell. You don't have to read that to understand this.

Another piece of fanfiction for The Lonely Shore (@thelonelyshore-if). Please go check out the demo if you haven't already, it's amazing. You won't know what's going on in this fic if you don't, since it's. Y'know. Based on that.

This is the point where I move on from speculating about canon events and swerve into the unholy amalgamation of personal headcanon and whatever I make up because I think it makes for a good story. Kind of like an unsteady house of cards built on the table of canon. Or an AU.

Written from Willow's perspective. MC is not named, but is genderqueer (she/he/they pronouns). Who doesn't love a family reunion!

Word count: 1109

cw: cussing

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It took an entire month of waiting before Willow could perform the ritual again. They hated it. Every minute, every second they were forced to spend waiting for the full moon to rise again was agony. It was then that they decided any magic that depended on moon phases was stupid, actually, and there should be an easier method to get what they want. …it was still kinda cool, though.

There was only one person in the world that Willow was willing to go through this for, and she was damn lucky for it. Their one and only older sibling, the person they were always reaching toward. The flame to Willow's moth. Oh, and how it burned each time they wondered if he loved them even half as much. They shook those thoughts from their head. Now was not the time.

Clouds rumbled overhead. It was a lucky break that a storm was brewing on the night of the full moon. Just like last time. They couldn't be sure what part of the interrupted ritual had led to their sibling being whisked away, so it was important to match every detail possible. As soon as the clock ticked over, they began.

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Willow finally managed to drag themself ashore, dripping with unhappiness and lake water. The only thing keeping their mood from souring completely was the fact that it had worked. This was not their lake. Willow took a moment to wring out their clothing—based on what they knew about this side of the lake, the chances of their sibling disappearing on them was slim to none—before marching in the direction they were sure led to town.

Thankfully, they didn't have to go very far. While the fog obscuring their path wasn't thick, it still would've hindered them. They stopped in their tracks as a truck frantically pulled to a stop nearby, watching as who else but their beloved sibling burst forth from the passenger door. They scooped Willow up in a tight embrace.

"Oh my god, Willow, what are you doing here? How did you get here? Are you alright?" Willow relaxed in their sibling's arms, squeezing her back with the same fervor, and they couldn't help but laugh at her rapid-fire questions. Him worrying over them felt…reassuring.

"I should be asking you that! You've been missing for a month, you know." They pulled away and swatted Willow's shoulder.

"And just whose fault is that? This is the shit that happens when you go around doing wild and crazy magic without telling people!" Willow frowned briefly at her statement before smoothing their expression and shrugging. His tone had been light, but the note of accusation still stung.

"Technically yours for interrupting the ritual. And telling you wouldn't've helped. It's not like you would've believed me anyway." Their gaze drifted back to the vehicle now parked nearby, noticing their sibling did not arrive alone. A black woman with long braids and a gangly man with rectangular glasses stood next to the vehicle watching the family reunion happening before their eyes. The woman tried not to stare, glancing over at her companion from time to time, but the man scrutinized Willow with a piercing, near-black gaze. Like someone studying a bug under a microscope. They shuddered. Something about this guy was definitely off. They turned their focus back to their sibling.

"How is it my fault when I didn't even know what was going on? You could've at least told me something."

"Oh, yeah, because that would have gone over well! 'Don't worry, I'm just performing a magic ritual I've been researching. I know it will look concerning, but I promise I've got things handled.'"

"It would've been better than what actually happened! I had to watch my little sibling casually go for a stroll on the lake, before popping in for a dip. During a storm! Of course I jumped in!"

"You should've just trusted me! I'm not a helpless child! I knew what I was doing!"

"As entertaining as this has been, I don't think this is the best time or place for this argument," the man from earlier spoke up. His gaze was firmly set on the angry, dark rain clouds gathered overhead.

"Ravi's right. We should head back," the woman added in her two cents. Her voice softened as she spoke again. "I know your emotions are running high considering it's been a month since you last saw one another, but maybe it's best to revisit this conversation at a later time and with a clearer head." Willow glared at her. How dare this stranger act like she knew what was best for the two of them. Their sibling, however, felt differently.

"Jay's right," they started after taking a deep breath, running hand through their hair. "There's no use in arguing about this right now. Let's talk about this later, once we've calmed down." Willow deflated. They might be upset with her right now, but they still trusted her judgement. The two of them would just have to discuss it later. They huffed as their sibling introduced Ravi and Jay, greeting them mechanically. There was something about Ravi they really didn't like, his hand cold as they shook it. Jay seemed fine. Their sibling liked her, at least.

Out of all the things Willow had expected, an argument was not one of them. Feeling frustratingly like a scolded child, they buckled their seat belt and considered how best to reconcile while still getting him to see their perspective. They would fix it. They always have. Willow just had their work cut out for them, that's all.

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Bonus: Alternate Ending

"How is it my fault when I didn't even know what was going on? You could've at least—y'know what, that doesn't matter right now. Willow, you knew about this place, at least more than I did. Why the fuck did you come here?"

"What, I can't be worried about my one and only big sibling?" Willow scoffed, watching as their sibling's expression softened.

"You're as reckless as always." He shook his head at them fondly. "Now we're both stuck here."

"For now." Confidence rolled off of them, almost as semi-tangible as the fog that was present. "And at least we're together."

Their sibling wrapped them in another hug, less frantic but no less loving than the last.

"C'mon," They said, pulling away to lead Willow toward the truck. "Let me introduce you to a few of my friends." Willow politely greeted her friends, and though they definitely didn't trust Ravi, they felt light. Here in this moment, with their sibling by their side, all was right once more.

[magnecalliope]

Sneeg being forcefemmed by chat?

[pardonmydelays]

tøp: mtv unplugged will always be so special to me because it actually shows how fucking talented those guys are

[sinful-karateka]

let me be a bit serious for a sec: i've been observing a couple of sentiments here about how there's a lack of binary boyfriends art in circulation with season 6 upon us and the show's foreseeable end. while i agree on that front, and as one of the fellow artists who started making art for the ship in the early years of the show (sketches, full rendered pieces, gifs -- you name it), i would like to emphasize that fanart is not meant to be a one-time piece of "content" that passes by our dashboards. they take time. they take energy. the next person you follow has a life you may not know anything about, and working on these pieces are labor of love.

if you find something that makes you feel a certain and positive way, let the creators know! again: fanart is not fleeting content. they can be evergreen content, but never seasonal. and most often than not, you'd see an artist share these pieces as a love letter to the ship itself first, then everyfan second.

i hope we think twice about this before calling out a recession or drought, because the last thing creators need is to feel like what we make is subjected to scrutinizing numbers until it gets lost in the muddied waters, when it's really meant to be discovered if people mean to look hard enough. they're pieces of history that deserve to exist for as long as this hellhole is still alive. these are products of their time today, and hopefully for the next groups over who will love the boys as much as we do now.

scroll through the main ship tag. travel to different ones, to different places. commission your artists and maybe find an honest middle ground if you can't compensate! or better yet, make one yourself you know you'd be proud of anyway!

and look, not every piece of art is for everyone, but if any piece isn't your drift, that's understandable -- you can silently say that's very cool, like, reblog if you're even more generous, leave a few encouraging words, then move on.

i don't want this to come across as a sermon, but take it from a concerned fan to another who also wants to create and see stuff for these babies. you can't win them all, but your acknowledgement helps keep the ship and our craft alive.