#idk man just take it

[beeealu]

hello my dears would you be interested in some

cringefail Shadow propaganda

[tenderwulf]

Inktober day 5 'Binoculars'

A time before the Millennium Ring hung around his neck

[odetoscavengers]

i do not remember the seeds in which you planted in me

[ruiyuki]

"C'mon Lacey, just one dance; like when we were kids."

"Oh all right... Don't you step on my toes though."

"Haha, you know who my Gramps is, right? He'd feed me to Druddigon if I did that."

Or alternately:

Lacey rejected every student that asked her to prom, saying the BB E4 would be going "as a group"... only for a 1st year to catch her dancing with Drayton in front of the school's entrance away from the party.

[maythray]

Truck Freak, Crazy Ass

[stardoopy]

On cycle 76, let's all go to Five Pebbles and ask for the Sofanthiel burger

the look on his face will be awesome!

[chloesimaginationthings]

The real reason why FNAF movie Vanessa got her job,,

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[khazadspoon]

Something On Your Mind? - Blondie/Angel Eyes

Word count - 1160

Rating - Explicit

Summary - He watches Blondie intently, his teeth a flash of white in the growing gloom as night settles in. Blondie sees the way his eyes follow the line of Blondie’s throat. “Maybe. Though maybe it’s not something you want to hear.”

He matches Angel Eyes’ smile with one of his own. “Does that matter?”

[spoopdeedoop]

king and harbinger, old and young

[michelle-jacksons-art-blog]

Maybe should've tried harder for that scholarship

[egophiliac]

I just realized it'll take the eng server almost a year to reach the 3D Cheka T pose model :' ) we're at book 7 part 6, and we get a new main story update every 2 to 3 months..

Anyway, do you wanna share some fun, spoiler-free shenanigans that happened in jp's server.? Just to have some crumbs to lick off the table until we get our own sandwich (my heart is empty and my soul is crying)

spoiler-free is pretty hard, especially considering. the, uhhh, particular turn that things take directly after 6. (like, the fact that the other characters are showing up probably counts on its own?) and I do think that if you can avoid getting spoiled, most of it is definitely better as a surprise! some of the genuinely best Twst moments are waiting for you. :D

if I may, however, present one of my favorite little throwaway bits with absolutely no context:

[shittysawtraps]

local teen copycat killer starts trapping people so john tracks her down but instead of trapping her he has a long conversation with her about the stresses in her life and how to better cope with them

[pianokantzart]

I really hope Nintendo keeps leaning into the fact that Luigi is a bit of a bookworm. I've got a collection to expand.

[mythvlogie]

“so, what’s it gonna be? the usual?” ( @citrusfield​ )