#idk that should be reach enough

[nightynight07]

A thought that will probably offend a lot of kpop stans I am one

Has there ever been a group with a bad leader? And I mean bad.

We all know the saying “___ is best leader” but has there ever been a fandom that collectively agrees the leader of their fave group isn’t good? At all? And this isn’t a safe space to say stuff like “this idol is the best leader, unlike that other one” and you’re just bringing someone else down.

This is a legit curious question.

[kissingarthurclaus]

Thank you sweet anon for giving me the idea to draw this in response to that shitty anon! 😊💖🫶💖 honestly it can be applied to any minor inconvenience in my life as well cause Beej loves me enough to offer every time! (Plus Beej dressed as Sportacus cause one of my favorite things to imagine him reacting to my current f/os or interests in my real life lol)

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[luuxxart]

evil win! the ones plotting for your mysterious death are uncle and nephew!

[ri-afan]

Thought posed:

Danny does the college stuff and interning for stuff at Wayne Enterprises while living in Gotham, but he doesn’t catch the Bats attention because he simultaneously is both Just Normal Enough while the Bats are Slightly Out Of Step of normal long enough that things with Danny don’t catch their attention. (Gotham as a whole is a huge ‘well this might as well happen’ place and after however many years…the threshold is a bit off for weirdness. Pair that up with normal Batdrama and role-code-switching and minor things are likely going to be subconsciously overlooked if not clocked as Dangerous.)

(Does Danny know the Bats’ IDs? … He would deny it if asked. Not his circus business though. He does think it’s smart that they at least try to cover their faces, unlike when he played the hero. He meets Clark before Superman and feels like he’s on the Office or something.)

Danny moves on with the astro-stuff (whether an astronaut, an astrophysicist, or whatever else) in another city and catches the attention of another hero as Not Normal, What’s Up With That Guy?? (two parts coincidence, one part Danny’s willingness to trust for the better, one part Uncanny) and they track his history to Gotham/WE and decide to ask the Batclan if they knew anything.

They find out nothing really is wrong with Danny (…the JLD was not called or conferred with, unfortunately for all) but it does spark the reeducation refresher of the Gotham Clan for Human Weirdness (that also educated the rest in just how messed up Gotham can be).

[triglycercule]

dust and horror angel and demon themes,,,, they could totally parallel each other...... :3

dust=angel of death described in the delta rune prophecy (self declared) (i DEFINITELY elaborated on this one waayyyy before but anyways dust with a fucked up savior complex SAVE ME SAVE ME.... death is a blessing ass guy. life is torment and he will be the one to liberate monsters from their bodies and with the strength they provide to him be able to take down evil evil creation of pure misery that is the human ✨✨✨ dont worry his evil cackles are to HIDE HIS PAIN of saving everyone....... trust)

horror=demon that dragged everyone in horrortale into hell (as perceived by everyone else) (i think it would be a cool hc if everyone outside of snowdin viewed horror as literally a demon. maybe undyne preaches that. anyone outside of snowdin might be WAYYY worse because they starve for longer and literally take part in cannibalism so they might not have the same sort of mild sanity that snowdin residents do,,,, besides he DID kinda bring them all eternal suffering. kinda. nobody but undyne knows what happened at the core so she could totally just paint the story to blame horror fully)

ANYWAYS i like the possible dynamics this could have :333

dust to horror (please let me kill you PLEASE let me kill you i can end it all so peacefully wouldn't it be nice??? i promise ill make it quick just for you),,, horror to dust (i want you to live and suffer with what youve done i want you to watch all of your choices hit you one day and i'll be there and laugh at you. i'll keep you alive just to keep you suffering ok?)

OR dust to horror (you dont deserve to die you dont deserve to even be hurt by me. not because youre the exception but youre the Exception i absolutely loathe you so youll never get the sweet release of death :3) and horror to dust (just let me die already i dont wanna be here. youre supposed to be a savior right??? an angel?? then why don't you save me already when i need it more than anyone else)

[blade-that-was-broken]

@endlesspaint

[synonymroll648]

headcanon that as sophie ages, she gets more and more off-put by how she still looks twenty at some age past 40. the only wrinkles she has are smile lines and a barely-there crease between her eyebrows that never leaves. no gray hairs. it doesn’t feel like there’s any physical evidence of how much stress aged her too fast.

(maybe she dyes more grays into her hair to feel better about her reflection, the more time passes by. maybe, on bad days, she contours wrinkles into her skin with makeup. maybe the bad days get more frequent as she ages outside the human lifespan. maybe.)

[lord-squiggletits]

I was at a "making friends" kind of social event just this past week and ended up having two subsequent conversations with different people that gave me an interesting reflection on my own reasons for writing without me even intending to make the conversation about it.

First conversation: The person talked about the feeling of awe from being at a music concert and how incredible it is that so many complete strangers can be united by a singular love of music. I related to it with regards to my own writing and how many people have read my stuff. Ended up telling this guy about some of the AO3 comments I've gotten from people to the effect of helping motivate them to live/just reflect on life in general. Somehow went into a tangent about a suicidal friend of mine who died when we were in high school, and me saying that maybe the reason I write so much about the things I do is because of the influence his death had on me. And the other person ended up asking me, 'So do you think it's like every time you write, you're doing it in his memory in a way?'

Subsequent conversation was with someone who was a psychologist for a day job, and I ended up telling them that I was kind of thinking of getting a degree in psychology/therapy one day because writing about mental health issues had gotten me so interested in the world of helping people heal themselves. But then I was also like, "Well, I don't know, it could be that I don't need to become a psychologist to help people with mental health. Maybe helping people by being a writer and telling stories is enough."

It was just a surprising, but topical realization for me to have talking to a bunch of strangers. For someone like me who's often preoccupied with doing and having knowledge and expertise, I often fall into the idea that you need to be directly involved in helping people to really be making a difference. I've literally had thoughts in my mind along the lines of "I'm so smart, hardworking, and dedicated when it comes to writing, but wouldn't it have been so much more of a net gain to the world if I'd decided to be this passionate about something like being a doctor or activist that actually helps people?" It's not like I truly regret being a writer (or ever will, because there's nothing else that I love so much), but in my bad moments I truly do sometimes think "Why does it make a difference if I entertain people or make them feel nicer for a while if it doesn't actually change anything in the world?" To quote one of my favorite Transformers fics of all time, "There was nothing that would have been more worthwhile, but that didn't rule out the possibility that the whole damn universe was wasting its time."

I guess the answer is that making someone feel better, even in a small way, is changing the world, even if it's just a few people, and even if it's just as simple as making someone's day better.

[transannabeth]

hi. for people who saw gatsby: an american myth. do you remember mckee asking nick for lunch. and then gatsby in like the next scene inviting nick for lunch. because i remember.

[earl-grey-crow]

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[asharaks]

the same flat language

wyll/astarion, act 2 no content warnings 700 words

Throat-click-swallow and he doesn't need to breathe but his breath hitches all the same, eyes to Wyll's neck just like the blade, and Hells, that was a long time ago — days stretched thin over the ribcage of his memory, taut skin ready to break — before he looks away again, shrugs one shoulder. Elegant, uncaring.

“Not everyone deserves you, you know.”

Wyll laughs, hyena-bark, breaking sharp in his throat.

“It's not about that.”

“Why not?”

Eyes on him again, not his throat now but his face (his scars) and he stays still, lets Astarion examine his profile for as long as he likes. Finally, another sigh: he almost laughs, almost says (stop it), says (you don't need to), and he remembers:

two hundred years.

He stays quiet.

“You're breaking yourself apart,” voice measured, disdain creeping in, charm turned sour, and Wyll (heat in his spine crown of thorns on his brow something in my eye something is my eye) clenches his jaw and looks down at his hands, “and for what? These people won't thank you. They never do.”

Deep breath (sometimes they do) head back stars overhead a collapsing ceiling, and he says, again, like a prayer:

“It's not about that.”

Another sigh, exasperated, frustrated, affected, too heavy on the dismount, he tosses his head and turns away and—

—waits.

Wyll exhales slowly. Spreads his fingers in the dirt beneath him, winds blades of grass between them until they snap, fragrant-sharp.

“I don't get to decide,” he says at last, when the silence gets too much, when he can make the words make sense. Untangle the knotted, thorned truth that leaves his fingers bloody. “I don't get to make that choice. Not for everyone else.”

“Well, why not?” A note of derision, now, sharp-sneering, a splinter under his nail, a jagged edge pressing into his skin. He breathes out through his nose and clears his throat, and Astarion's breath hisses between his teeth. “Why not? It's not like they know what's good for them.”

Overhead, the sky is cool and blue. He tips his head back, watches the early stars that gleam at the razor-edge of the sunset. So different from the blackred clouds of Avernus, the stink of sulfur and terror and bodies bodies bodies.

“No wonder Karlach stargazes so much.”

It's a moment before the words reach his ears; another before he recognises his own voice. Astarion (gearing for a fight, voice turned outwards jagged) pauses.

“I'm sorry?”

“It's still down there,” he says in place of an answer. Closes his eyes — briefly, just a second, and the world is red and glowing once more — before he opens them to the cool evening. Blue, blue, blue, like he's drowning.

“What is?”

Impatience, irritation. Astarion doesn't like being off-balance.

Wyll smiles.

“Hell.” Voice lowered, instinctively, like saying it summons it. Summons her. “It's still— at the end of every road.”

He's not sure when his jaw had clenched so tight, tendons wound up like rusted wire. When the taste of metal had filled his mouth.

“Red skies and blood, and you can’t imagine the noise.” He clears his throat, swallows down the I don't want to go back—

Turns to the man at his side, the angelwhite devil on his shoulder. “It's… I can't— it's lives, Astarion. Real people, real lives. I can't take their choices from them.”

A moment, in which Astarion's eyes are empty. Dogstar-red, examining his face like—

Wyll closes his eyes. Bites back the anger — two hundred years, his time in the Hells a blink of an eye in comparison — and touches a hand to his horn. Doesn't say what he wants to say. Doesn't say I can't be trusted (not with Mizora at my back). Doesn't say you can't be trusted (not with Cazador at yours). Bites back the frustration, the rotsweet dread in his stomach, and  opens his eyes to face Astarion's silence.

“Fine,” Astarion says at last, and the curl of his lip is too real, the flash of his fangs too bright in the twilit blue. “Do whatever your conscience tells you. I'm sure it will be a great comfort when we're all tentacle-faced freaks.”

And then he's gone, a rustle of fabric, the lingering scent of jasmine and blood.

[cuteniaarts]

2 hour rough drawing of Ehuang, my precious Green Opal child who I don’t draw nearly enough <3

[jamiethebeeart]

Sketches

[trans-leek-cookie]

Thinking about geto because I want to pour milk on him and throw him against the wall. Imo his beliefs are inconsistent and self serving (which makes sense because he developed said beliefs at age 16/17 while his mental health was at an all time low). Because while he seems to have the primary motive of "only sorcerers = no curses" taking into account how he treats Maki, who has no cursed energy, it shows that the "no curses" thing isnt the main focus- bc while he decided on tbe "forced evolution" thing, theoretically he should not be Opposed to ppl w heavenly restriction bc. They still fuckin. Don't contribute to curses from what I can tell. Also heavenly restriction is pretty obviously something that is punished by uh. Is it just the Zenin's who have it. Anyway they hated Maki and they Hated Toji so he clearly isn't standing for "oppressed sorcerers" bc if so Maki should be like. The kind of person he wants to help more, as someone who would be oppressed by ppl who aren't sorcerers as well as the powerful clans.

Anyway. While getting rid of curses is for sure part of his motivation, as well as helping sorcerers (see Nanako and Mimiko) id honestly argue that his main problem that lead to him spiraling was. How do I put this. Being knocked off a pedestal

Because he was one of 3 people given the ranking of "Special Grade", and he and satoru are grouped as "the strongest". And consider that satoru comes from a powerful clan and literally has some weird omniscience and invincibility shit going on so that's a whole fucking. That's gotta be a wild ego boost, especially for someone who comes from a family of ppl who aren't sorcerers. Like you spend all this time being a fuckin weirdo and then someone finds you and it turns out you're actually incredibly special and strong, given the same rank as a fucking God Child? You're gonna have some wild self perceptions after that

Anyway then you get to watch your invincible friend get stabbed, watch the girl you became friends with and feel shitty about kinda ruining the life of get shot, and get your whole shit rocked by some guy who can't even use the magic power bullshit you have. (Though he's got a whole physical thing going on because of the trade off)

Also writing all of this out actually makes me understand the Cult Leader progression more, like besides the fact they killed ur friend and you want em dead. You're probably struggling with your ego (especially since your weird God like friend got a whole power boost from the situation) so you create a fucking eugenicist cult where you can consistently prove your superiority to yourself (surrounding yourself with people who will agree with everything you say).

Anyway in a similar vein I wholely believe in "a loving father is not inherently a good father" Suguru + Nanako & Mimiko dynamic

Final thought is roughly I feel like looking at Suguru thru the lense of "this character had a level of privilege that they felt they truly deserved, and after experiencing events that are genuinely traumatic and horrific for any person, they develop reactionary beliefs to try and regain a sense of superiority and control" rather than "oppressed minority who killed oppressors and wants to do eugenics"

[lettuce-enjoyer2]

ok listen we've already established that I do not experience romantic or sexual attraction to the human body right. right.

I do in fact experience ideological attraction to the human body, but I am unfortunately aesthetically repulsed by it. like I just don't like it on anyone. eew human body... unfortunately I am artist

[stellacadente]

i hope one day i'll be proud of how i do my job but it looks bleak i'm never fucking happy no matter how much i do and how much passion and effort i put into it and no matter that people have told me i'm fucking good and useful and important