#im foaming at the mouth i need an update

[symphonypikachu]

bet you'll fall in love with me by @dipplinduo out of context spoilers (except the last one LOL it was just too good not to include)

[theonewhowails]

IM CHEWING ON THE FUCKING FURNITURE

I HAVE JUST BEEN WATCHING THE TRAILER OVER AND OVER LOOKING FOR SHIT TO FIND AND SPECULATE ABOUT!!!!!!!!

avert your gaze if you do not wish for sins of the flesh spoilers

LIKE LOOK AT THIS!!!!! i initially thought the nakey leaf was only gonna be a thing for the nudist ritual and would happen to everyone uniformly for the same amount of time. so it is fucking SENDING me that EVERYONE HERE IS WEARING CLOTHES EXCEPT NARI

individual outfits!!!!! do you think we will find them and gift them to followers the same way necklaces are? maid dress leshy. why is he serving looks (lol) tho. is that a hairless cat in the top right corner. IS THAT FUCKING SOZO IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT????? FOLLOWER SOZO??? ALIVE SOZO??????? I COULD CRY

a tiny sozo i found in the end image....cutie

also it looks like we'll be able to upgrade our cult and temple even further!!!!!!! or perhaps customization options? either way the stone floors and stained glass in the scene are sexy and im eating them. also theres a bones interior in some shots

also why does the guy in the middle gotta pitchfork. WHY ARE THEY ALL PULLING OUT PITCHFORKS. WILL FOLLOWERS BE ABLE TO FUCKING REVOLT???MOBS???? please that would be so funny

also fighting followers??? my initial thought was that this might be a progression from dissenting and now they can kill you(whimsical) but on closer look the eyes do not look like dissenter eyes. they look more like the eyes of eldritch opponents we fight

furthermore look at this ritual??

it looks much the same as the ritual the bishops perform before going eldritch, and we're clearly leading it, but the energy isnt going to US, its going to the follower in the center??

there is something to be said about how the lamb grows stronger by defeating and consuming their enemies...... it would be really interesting if we're going to get into organic free range home grown adversaries...... when you think about it, taking a loyal follower, corrupting them with eldritch power and then defeating them to absorb the power they gained would be sort of like a more refined form of sacrifice. and also way more fucked up!!! :D

also:

if sacrifice and cannibalism was too tame for you. get ready for letting your followers ritually EAT A BITCH ALIVE. its giving The Lottery vibes but maybe thats just me (nerd)

look at this shit which looks like a fucked up commandment stone. are they sacrificing health here???? for eldritch horrors???? ooooohhh

calamari getting into a slap fight is killing me but also i am going NUTS at the prospect of expanded follower relationships!! we had the seeds of it before with how followers can become friends, some give us quest for their crush, and reading their minds shows they can have conversations that go well or go poorly, and now theyre extrapolating to their logical ends: followers can get into physical fights, can fall in love, can have children!!!! GOD there could be.... actual generations of cultists......ToT

auspistice simulator lmao. but also theres two intersting things to consider here:

follower activities that take place at night, which could make nighttime in the cult more interesting and lively

if we might need at times to step in to break up a fight. would that suggest consequences for not doing so. Can The Followers Beat Each Other To Death Now.

also killing me that while this fight is happening maid leshy is just. drunkenly swaying and making creature noises. look at him. i love him

[reneestrapp]

perrie edwards: the most gorgeous, perfect, stunning, flawless woman ever created

[the-stove-is-divorced]

i wish apple updates, ANY UPDATES, that change one small thing in the worst way possible while giving you no option to take it back, already having taken my info, my data, my privacy, now demanding what little joy and dignity I have left, a very much i hope you perish with fire on your skin and water in your lungs with the knowledge no one will ever love you and no one has.

[feua]

*taps mic* this thing on?

[ironunderstands]

2.1 was so good holy shit (spoilers, obviously)

GOD THEY ATE AND IM SPECIFICALLY GONNA TALK ABOUT HOW WELL THEY WROTE RATIO IN THIS BECAUSE IM FOAMING AT THE GODDAMN MOUTH IT CHANGES HOW YOU VIEW EVERYTHING BUT IN A GOOD WAY.

so, let’s start from the beginning in 2.0 I want to walk you through my experience of it

ratio mean to aventurine, everyone gets mad. I feel weird about it, pre-2.1 I come to the conclusion that he got used as a plot device in that scene, since being racist contradicts his core motivations and the dialogue is awkward and has no real reason behind it, I chalk it up to bad writing but ultimately forgive it because 2.1 seems centered around Aventurine so they need setup for that

2.1 drops, my bsf plays the update throughout the night and we are losing our shit. He gets to the part where Ratio “betrays” Aventurine. I fucking lose it, I try to reconcile this with my preconceived notions of ratio, they don’t match up at all, his behavior that whole time doesn’t in the slightest. I am confused, I wonder if I have been wrong about him this whole time, if his whole speech on the Space Station and his character quests were some kind of fluke. I mean it could be in character? Knowledge of how a stellaron works could save millions if not billions of lives, invaluable information which Ratio would have trouble turning down because of its value. It still feels deeply wrong, Ratio isnt a backstabber, and he wouldn’t so easily bargain with Sunday over information he has no confirmation of (and could likely obtain in some other way).

The story continues, me and Haseeb (aforementioned best friend) are still pissed, I’m losing it because my favorite character just did something so unforgivable and out of character and I feel like a complete and utter idiot for interpreting a character to be a good person when they so clearly weren’t. Well, I (luckily) was so so so so so so so wrong about that, as it was all a setup, a plan devised by Aventurine to distract Sunday and forward their goals. I’ve never been happier, and suddenly every weird behavior, every “this doesn’t make sense” goes from “bad writing” to perhaps one of my favorite retroactive twists in fiction.

Ratio belittling Aventurine for his background doesn’t make any sense, I mean we literally saw the guy give a whole ass speech about how he believes all people deserve access to knowledge and that everyone is capable of being creative and having intellect, but that they just have to try for it, and if they are incapable of it, he DOCTOR Ratio is there to lend a helping hand. To cure the galaxy of stupidity, something which he views as not the lack of knowledge but rather the misuse and misinterpretation of it, how he depises the Genius Society because they mostly do not try and use their intellect from the betterment of other, and actively guide/encourage other scientists (and in Hertas case the researchers at the space station) to view knowledge as some sort of prize or commodity rather than tool. This notion is what causes Screwellum to acknowledge that Ratio is more like a medical doctor than a scholar. And this notion is something Sunday Isn’t Aware Of.

Sunday doesn’t know who Ratio really is, he may have heard of his various exploits, but Ratio has a reputation for arrogance, bluntness and insensitivity, something which Ratio plays up to the nines. The 2.0 scene with Aventurine goes from seemingly massively OOC for Ratio to him actively playing up his negative reputation to play into Sundays perceptions of the pair for their plan. Ratio->

a) makes it seem like Aventurine fucked up and he’s mad at him for losing the cornerstones, something which Sunday would see and go “hmm they don’t like each other

b) this “oh I can drive a wedge between them” notion gets worse (although in their case better) when Ratio brings up Aventurine’s (not entirely accurate) background. Sunday now thinks he has leverage over Aventurine and even more of a chance of getting Ratio to betray him. Ratio also makes it seem like he just learned this information by stating he “did his homework” and this supposed unfamiliarity with one another would give Sunday more confidence to try and drive a wedge between them

c) this makes it seem like the IPC are unaware of the Families constant surveillance, as it looks like they are having an important conversation in a private room, which would make Sunday think they are unaware of his eyes and ears everywhere

Now let me qualify this notion with more evidence because you could still try and argue that the deal Ratio and Aventurine struck was post 2.0 argument

Topaz (my glorious Queen). At the end of the 1.4 (or was it 1.5?) Belabog quest she has a conversation with Aventurine in which he requests for her help in Penacony, and we do not get a confirmation on if she said yes or not. Until 2.1, in which the the Topaz (and Jade) stone in in Aventurines possession, meaning she took him up on that offer prior to 2.0 because how else would he bring multiple cornerstones there, which we know there are many because Ratio says he lost the cornerstones, not just his own. Topaz would not give this item up easily or on a whim in between 2.0 and 2.1, meaning she would have to be let in on his plan prior, meaning the plan was formed prior. Since Ratio was also assigned to this mission keeping him in the dark would make negative sense and actively undermine their collaboration, something which he brings up in their fake argument

2. The Final Victory Lightcone. I originally thought this scene to be after their argument for complicated reasons, the most important of which being the minor snippet of conversation we see between Ratio and Aventurine during the first time we meet Acheron. Aventurine mentions 3 chips, Ratio doubts him, and the lightcone description starts with Aventurine questioning his doubt and firing three shots, a perfect correlation that made me place the order of events in that way. However, we get to see the snippet of conversation between Aventurine and Ratio in game, right before they meet Sunday, not prior to the lightcone events. However, they are still clearly connected for aforementioned reasons, just in a different manner, let me explain. Now we know the three chips reference not bullets but the three cornerstones, and Ratio openly expresses his doubt because the family is always watching (something which I will get into) and because a part of him does doubt this plan will go well. However, Aventurine prior reminds him of the events of the lightcone with the three chips. My interpretation is that Aventurine took that gamble in the lightcone to convince Ratio to go along with his crazy plan since if he can win a game of Russian Roulette with an unwavering smile on his face he an insane gamble means nothing to him (ratio doesn’t buy it because it’s ratio but the sheer audacity or you could say the “charming audacity” makes him go along with it). In my opinion this scene only makes sense pre-penacony, due to the timeline of events, which is why I believe it the reason for the events in it has to be Aventurine trying to convince Ratio to join in.

3) The family is always watching. During the 2.1 story quest it gets brought up several times in many different ways that it seems like the family has eyes on everything and everyone. Sunday’s fuckass bird is everywhere, and the man himself (minus being a goddamn biblically accurate angel) is covered in eye shaped shit and possesses close ties with the Harmony, which lends itself well to a character that knows things considering the Aeon itself is a conglomeration of many different perspectives. He fucking perception checks Aventurine, when the crew goes to look for info on firefly they learn the dream pools monitor people’s vitals and everything, even producing a dialogue option where the trailblazer states they feel like their every move is being watched. Topaz gets stalked by bloodhound members upon arrival, I could go on. TLDR Sunday knows almost everything that’s going on in Penacony, this is what leads him to believe the traitor is within the family, and his access to knowledge is something the IPC 100% knows about. I mean they have been presumably attempting to try and get it back for a while, and they would reasonably extensively try and learn everything about it. The Family notoriously hates negotiating with them so the IPC either learning and/or coming to the conclusion that the Family is watching their every move isn’t a ridiculous notion. If this conversation was genuine, if Ratio truly wanted to discuss this matter with Aventurine, why would he do it in a likely wiretapped, not very soundproof room where any passerby could hear Ratio loudly exclaim that Aventurine lost the very important cornerstones and that he is also one of the most despised groups in the galaxy because that would really do numbers for both their reputations. If you think about it, this not being staged is an incredibly stupid blunder on Ratio’s end (minus the deliberate OOCness) because of all the places Ratio could set up a very important meeting he does it in one of the worst places ever.

4) The dialogue in the scene. It’s awkward, it’s so awkward and the whole “also my family died I didn’t get an education” seemed so tacked on the first time I watched it. Knowing now, it seemed so tacked on because it was, Aventurine had to shove the info in there somewhere and their incredible conversational skills decided that was the best part in there. Ratio fucking leaving before Aventurine is even done talking goes from a “huh weird” to a “wow he is really playing up this arrogant scholar role”. And if Ratio is playing the arrogant scholar, Aventurine is playing the dumb, helpless, blonde to a T. Losing the cornerstones and acting nonchalant about it, letting Ratio insult him so callously and letting the insults slide, talking absolute nonsense at the end about random things that don’t matter, sadly lamenting into the distance that he’s alone again. Bro is playing it up and I live for it. They also and play up these personas in their little adventure prior to meeting Sunday, Aventurine asks stupid questions like wondering about the species of the bird that make up the statues and talking about how he wants to play in the sandpit and even insulting Sunday a bit, behavior that would make Sunday think him unprepared and unserious rather than cold and calculating. If Aventurine does that well, Ratio plays up his arrogant, uncaring scholar persona to the nines. He insults any and every decision or thing Aventurine does, loudly sighing of how happy he is to finally have some peace and quiet when Aventurine leaves his sight for 0.00008 milleseconds, pointing out his sarcasm, beefing with a random Pepeshi bodyguard no reason, pointing out his sarcasm, just the exaggerated way he talks in general, and suggesting he admit Aventurine into the Genius Society (even Ratio wouldn’t stoop so low as to suggest Aventurine was worthy of that).

Moreover, this is really, really tragic because I do think there are several moments of genuine banter and fun the two share “Ratio, you’re huge!” was not added to the script to enhance the plot guys. And obviously Aventurine knows most of Ratios behavior is acting, however he has such severe trust issues, and Ratio is so damn straightforward and blunt that he worries the man was serious about some of it which just breaks my heart. Soft Ratio please add it give me one conversation, the note at the end of 2.1 doesn’t count it’s too short.

Ultimately, knowing what I know now I can’t help but view the 2.0 conversation with Aventurine as being anything but staged, it simply makes no sense otherwise, and it happily obsolescent Ratio of his sins. This was a bit incoherent I honestly just wanted to rant (if you couldn’t tell haha) but I hope you enjoyed it regardless. I need sincere Ratio more then I need oxygen and I’m not afraid to say it.

[daystarvoyage]

💛💜💛💜This is for my Lunter fandom WE STAY WINNING💛💜💛💜

Keychain ART BY PHYANNY & GOLDENGLYPH ON TWITTER

My goodness, Momo con 2024 has been a trailblazing moment a beautiful one at that.

I would not trade for the whole wide world, so there will be a photo dumps on my page coming up, and yes Zeno Robinson cissy jones and Sarah Nicole Robles are cool people.

NOT TO MENTION MANAGE TO GET A AUTOGRAPH DOODLE OF MATT BRALY AMPHIBIA.

💙❤️💚UPDATE ON AMPHIBIA JOURNEY POST SOON

(SHOW HER SOME LOVE, DONT HATE APPRECIATE)

Now it’s time for the task at hand throughout three years the owl house fandom has a immense amazing following, however that doesn’t comes with its drawbacks negatives and toxicity.

Why I posted this because hardcore fans have become foaming at the mouth behind a keyboard to ostracized and come for people with vulgarity, because they don’t want anything canon in the show to be compromised yet the show has its flaws, which a minority of fans have address (I’m proud for seeing)

I know you kids and young adults can listen it doesn’t take y’all to see the writing on wall lol

Be it canon ships, characters, and even issues without them have become so popular to the point no one can’t see eye to eye.

it shows my two most favorite characters within the show besides (Gus and willow) that have become so one-sided and hateful towards each other of what to address on opinion and critiques to speak there minds, (when the show at times had its bumpy roads when to start out)

we do understand it was gotten the axe already, and I made a deep vulnerable and transparent post on my expierence ever since my last post, as a fan myself( which im devastated)

This photo and autograph is the show that you can stop the harassment and the toxicity if giving the chance, being ostracized and bully out fandoms circles, address things that have become very nasty and by opening up your mind of how you truly feel, not only that be reasonable,

Open your hearts speak how you feel what needed to be approved by the show and that we can make fandom spaces better if we open ourselves.

That’s all I have to say happy momocon month every have a great day, make sure to ask questions (nice reasonable ones & animations topics of any kind)

This is the brown sugar queen Kyoko cane hope you have a good one and peace for now.

SONG IS SNOH AALEGRA FEELS

💜💛💜💛💜

[when-life-gives-you-lemons-if]

Sorry to bother, but do you have any estimate for when wlgyl will be updated on patreon? im like foaming at the mouth, i need it T-T

Next month. 🥰

[osachiyo]

What are some of your favourite fics on Tumblr? It could be any fandom

im so sorry for taking THIS long on this 😭

but anyways, im in love with desperate times call for desperate measures by my moot @/ravencincaide. the angst hurts SO bad but it keeps me coming back for more 😭 she did a wonderful job on this !

im pretty sure ive re-read glass table girl by @/ghostarii at least 27 times. it's written SO well and made me less salty about losing my 50/50 with blade !

i miss when we first met by @/kentopedia is probably one of the best bungo stray dogs fics I've read not only on tumblr but like in my entire life. rylie did an AMAZING job portraying the characters, and ugh the plot too ! 100/10 would recommend.

like many other people in the jjk fandom, i too, have a HUGE thing for satosugu. and this fic by @/nanaslutt made me so damn weak in the knees ! there's also a part two, if you wanna check that out ! they're an amazing amazing writer, is all i have left to say :)

if you hadn't figured it out already, im a huge fan of @/honeydazai's works. all of her work is worth reading ! vee is absolutely phenomenal in portraying the characters ! she inspired me to make my own bsd blog, actually <3 give her stuff a reading if you haven't already lol

all of @/cherikolya or @/doukeshi-kun's works have me on my knees, especially their stalker nikolai au ! hands down one of the best bsd series i've read.

a bumpy ride by @/blkkizzat. no other words needed. you'll know how fucking amazing it is after reading it i swear on every god out there 💯💯

we all know how great of a writer user @/osaemu is ! all of sabrina's works are phenomenal, but she just wrote chuuya so goddamn well in wrong place right time, i began foaming at the mouth when i first read it !

i could read @/yokohamapound's works all day long (as if i haven't already) but this and this fic of theirs are my all time favorites ! they write fyodor so well, it's practically canon imo !

these are not ranked by how much i enjoyed them or anything ! i just mentioned the ones i remembered here, this list will probably get updated in the future !

[ficyorick]

bad ending bonus material - ch 3.5

good morning bad enders!!!!!!! as i mentioned an ao3, i have to skip this weeks update bc im on a work trip BUT in preparation for this break i wrote a little bit of bonus material :) it's canon within the world of BE, takes place after chapter 3. specifically it's the morning after the, erm, drink sesh. it's from homelander's POV and it is also his first time interacting with kessler :^) except he doesnt know. that its kessler. hoho. 3k words, trigger warnings would be emetophobia + extensive suicide discussion. and everything else attached to bad ending already

Waking up basically clinging to a toilet had to be a new low for him, even in this new life of lows he was currently living. Homelander blinked sluggishly, his eyes rolling from one side to the other before his eyelids drooped again. His legs felt numb after having supported his slumped, half-sitting pose for God knows how long. A deep ache had settled in his knees, a dull burn that already felt like one of those lingering pains he would have to deal with for a while.

His mouth tasted vile, like a combination of every unpleasant flavor he could think of, mashed together and spread all over his tongue in a thick film.

He didn't want to move, but he had to. With a soft grunt, Homelander finally pushed himself away from the bowl, slumped lower on his thighs, and opened his eyes again. The visual onslaught of things and objects merely existing around him made him regret that decision immediately. He pressed both palms to his face with another exhausted noise—an unfamiliar sensation of a dull, pounding pain bloomed behind his eyes. 

For a brief second, he wondered if Butcher had finally done it. Poisoned him and left him to die on a bathroom floor. In a way, that would have been more dignified than having to live with the fact that he was having the first hangover of his life.

Jesus, why would anyone put themselves through that willingly? He'd heard stories about the concept and always just smiled politely at the silly limits others had to live with. Madelyn always got insanely irritable if she had too much wine at a party—but at least she was fun and bubbly the night before. Homelander didn’t feel particularly fun and bubbly last night. He swallowed; his sore throat protested sharply. Shifting a little, he made an attempt to fix his uncomfortable position, and for some reason, his entire body let out a rustling noise.

Right. He removed his hands, feeling the stale bathroom air sting his already wet eyes. The bootleg Homelander costume was still clinging to him, still so embarrassingly cheap and—disgusting. There was no other way to describe it. It was just disgusting to him. He hated it. The only thought he could formulate on the topic was the need to rip it off—maybe alongside his skin.

He was going to take it off. He had to take it off. While Butcher wasn't here. He'd rather be naked than continue to wear this insult. Homelander tugged at the collar, expecting to be able to rip it like tissue paper, but the plastic only stretched under his pull.

"Fuck…" he wheezed, a little pathetic note in his voice. Climbing to his knees, he tried to tug at it with both hands—but just like he couldn't manage to cause even a little bit of pain to Butcher the night before, he couldn't even tear this thing apart. Something lurched violently inside him again, and he swayed on his knees, shocked by the sudden twist in his guts. Then he launched himself at the toilet in front of him, another wave of bile forcing its way up his throat.

Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. Every part of his body—from the shiny plastic wrap on his skin to the foam on his thighs and now his insides—another wave of vomit shoved itself up, fighting him. But he couldn't bear down and stop it, just like he couldn't rip cheap fabric apart, just like he couldn't even choke anyone to death anymore. Just like he couldn't stop Butcher from picking him up like he weighed nothing at all. He was just cheap foam, all over, inside too. Cheap foam soaked in vomit, sweat, and tears.

And he used to be marble.

Another strained noise, hot liquid squeezing itself out of his stomach and up his throat. He tried to relax, tried to just stop thinking about it like Butcher had instructed him yesterday—but it felt wrong. He was supposed to be calling the shots here, but now he was out of control, at the mercy of this body that was never going to feel like his body again.

He glared up, his eyes red-rimmed and wet. Butcher did this to him. And now he wasn't even fucking here. He took whatever he wanted last night and left him here.

Homelander shuddered violently as he finally managed to catch his breath between the waves of nausea. He gripped the toilet seat, managing to furrow his brows despite the utter exhaustion he felt. Picked him up, touched him wherever he wanted, and now he wasn't even here. Wanted a spectacle, but then he wasn't even fucking watching. What was the point? One final spit down the toilet, and Homelander pushed himself away, wiping his face on the rustling costume.

His mouth tasted even worse now. He sniffed again, doing his best to ignore another twisting sensation in his stomach. His shaking hand reached out to press the little handle, flushing the toilet. Fuck. He still had to free himself from the costume, and he just had to hope this attempt wouldn't trigger another fit of nausea.

The door to the bathroom creaked open. Homelander froze, his hands pausing an inch away from the plastic collar of the sick joke he was wearing.

Butcher was standing in the doorframe, watching him with mild interest. Like he didn't expect to still see him down there, or maybe see him at all. Like it was overall kind of silly that Homelander was here.

His dark eyes swept around the bathroom. Then he let out an unsurprised grunt.

"There it is." He approached the bathroom sink, picking something up. Homelander squinted his eyes just a tiny bit, too surprised by his sudden arrival to react properly—not that he knew what that reaction should have been. Butcher helpfully held up the object in his hand, letting him see it better. "Left you in here with a knife. Can you believe that? Untied, too."

He laughed, a weird sort of laugh.

Homelander felt his lips part, a question he wanted to ask but couldn’t even think how to begin formulating. Butcher didn’t give him time to think about it; he just stepped closer, and embarrassingly, Homelander found himself tensing up.

"You didn’t even notice, huh?" Butcher waved the knife in his hand, giving it a tiny, playful wiggle. "Didn’t notice a little gift?"

Homelander debated saying he was too busy puking his guts out after Butcher pumped him full of booze against his will—but he could save that remark for the time when there wasn't a sharp blade in Butcher's hand, right above him. Sure, all of that made him angry. But not angry enough to deal with any new cuts on his body. His already exhausted stomach protested weakly at the mere possibility of seeing his own blood.

"I wonder what you would have done with it if you knew," Butcher mused, now toying with the blade, slowly moving it from one hand to the other. It looked like he was clapping with it—just without a noise. Lazily applauding the crumpled-up man before him. "Slice your wrists?"

Homelander just blinked up at him. Wetly.

"In case you get another chance to do that—" Butcher was suddenly squatting down right in front of him, moving fast. Too fast for his usual worn-out, exhausted pace. Homelander twitched, leaving his dignity behind in the toilet bowl, and pushed himself away until his back hit the bathtub.

"Don't touch me." He tried to snarl, but all he managed was a hoarse croak.

"Am I fucking touching you? C'mon, I have a lesson for you." Butcher laughed again, the same kind of laughter he couldn't categorize. He knew the safe laughs; he knew the dangerous ones—but he didn't know what this one meant. It just felt—mean, as childish as it sounded in Homelander's head. "Pay attention."

Butcher rolled up a sleeve of his dark coat. Homelander only now noticed he seemed ready to leave—his combat boots on, the car keys jingling somewhere in his pocket. No, he couldn't afford to get distracted by little details like that. Not with a knife so close in his personal space. He forced himself to focus on Butcher's actions. The other man seemed invigorated, a complete opposite of his usual sluggish pace. Or maybe he was still giddy about what he'd done to him the night before. Butcher finished rolling up the sleeve, revealing the pale underside of his arm.

He grinned at Homelander.

Then he pressed the tip of the knife to the little dip of skin underneath his palm. Homelander blinked slowly at the bead of black ink that bubbled up to the surface. It swelled, then lazily rolled down to one side. Butcher's grin only got wider, black gums and white teeth.

And then he dug deep and pulled the knife toward himself.

Homelander felt his eyes open wide, not sure why. Maybe surprise, maybe longing. He hadn't seen blood that belonged to anyone else but him in a while.

The knife went up to the inner side of his elbow, a thick line of black opening underneath the slicing motion. The sweet-sick rotting scent made Homelander's stomach twist yet again. He stared up at Butcher, attempting to find his eyes—and maybe an explanation behind the self-mauling. 

The explanation came immediately in the form of another low chuckle: "It's down the road, not across the street. You ever heard of that saying?" 

Homelander just wordlessly shook his head. 

"Ahhh, 'course you haven't. Never had to pay attention to that sort of stuff before, right?" Butcher laughed again, an easy sound, making his shoulders shake a little and making the blood ooze out of his opened wound like thick icing drops. "But you talk a big game about wanting to die and you don't even know the basics."

The cut in Butcher's forearm was sealing itself already, brimming with movement underneath his skin. It looked like there were worms nestling in it, disturbed by the light that just reached them and quickly sealing the wound closed. In just a few seconds, there was no trace of it left, save for the few black streaks of blood following gravity down.

"But hey, now you know." Butcher rolled down his sleeve, not bothering to wipe off the ink on his skin. He found Homelander's gaze, the dark and amused eyes meeting his cautious stare. "So next time you find a knife—" He held it up in front of his face. Homelander leaned back, but the wet blade followed, stopping just an inch away from the tip of his nose. His eyes had to strain to focus on the sharp, fine end of it. "—you'll know what to do, right?"

Again, his stomach lurched, but this time no hot bile flooded his mouth. It was just a cold, numbing sensation; his heart sank to follow it down.

"You're—" Homelander finally managed to find his words again. 

"—sick, deranged," Butcher finished for him. He sounded—off. Like there was a mismatch between his voice and his words, two puzzle pieces being smashed together despite not fitting. He sounded so weird that it was setting off an instinct in Homelander's brain he didn't even know he possessed. Butcher continued, clearly unaware of his own discordance: "I know. You're like a broken fucking record."

He was standing up now, cleaning the knife on the side of his coat and tucking it into his back pocket. Homelander didn't relax, remaining pressed against the bathtub.

A few days into his captivity, he told himself that all of this was just a matter of getting used to it. He was going to adjust, and then he could start thinking about how to get out (in any way possible). But day after day, Butcher created a brand-new version of the Bad Room, leaving no space for adaptation. All he could do was endure, endure, endure.

He was getting sick of it. If there was a breaking point to all of this, he felt like it was on the horizon. Maybe then Butcher would move on, at the very least. 

Move on to Ryan, he reminded himself. And curled his fingers into tight fists pressed against the floor. Jesus, the kid didn't even know what his own dad was going through—and he probably wouldn't even care. Homelander could easily imagine Ryan getting jealous of the fact that his dad got to hang out with Butcher in a cool cabin and bemoaning the fact that he didn't get invited. Butcher could do no wrong—and Homelander was the bad guy in any scenario, no matter what.

The breaking point on the horizon seemed so much closer all of a sudden. The breaking point next door, maybe. 

The bathroom was quiet while Homelander busied himself with torturing himself with his thoughts, no outside help necessary. Butcher was clearly thinking something through as well as he stared at him in silence, one eyebrow raised. And then he just asked: "What could possibly be so interesting about you? Especially now?"

Homelander scoffed. He glared up: "I don't know, you tell me. You seemed plenty interested last night."

Butcher smiled, a hint of respect in his eyes now that he finally bit back. And an absolute lack of shame, despite the previous events, despite the brief panic in his eyes before he abandoned him in this bathroom. He acted as if nothing happened, as if this morning came to someone else than the two of them. Butcher just casually nodded at him, pointing at the door behind him:

"Get up. Take that clown shit off. Put on some normal clothes.” 

Homelander felt his entire face burn. He wanted to rip off Butcher's hand, specifically the one that was on his back last night. And feed it to him. Just shove it down his throat until he swallowed or choked on it, no real preference. Anything that ended with him twitching and gurgling on the bathroom floor, legs kicking uselessly as he stood over him, watching him die.

"C'mon man." Butcher gestured at him again, urging him to get moving like he was livestock. "You look like a fucking bachelorette party attraction. A cheap one too, they should put you on a Vegas party bus."

Homelander stared at him and let out a little desperate laugh. If all of this was just a joke to Butcher, he might as well join in on it. Then he got up, ready to do whatever was going to make Butcher leave the cabin faster. His captor smiled pleasantly, another expression he'd never seen him make, and then he ushered Homelander into the main room of the cabin. He followed (like livestock).

"Where are your normal clothes?" Butcher glanced back at him.

Homelander just shrugged. He wouldn't call them normal; he found them insulting as well. But he would take the fucking Jimmy Buffet shirt over wearing this fucking parody of who he used to be.

"So helpful. Heel." Butcher pointed at him, the gesture nonchalant and casual. Homelander balked. Then decided he was too tired to react. He just waited for Butcher to look through a bunch of drawers and boxes until he returned with the t-shirt and everything else. And zip-ties, of course. 

"Get dressed. I gotta get your carrier ready." Butcher pushed the cotton bundle into his arms and then sighed, as if he was being made to do this unimaginably boring and awkward chore of giving him clothes and pushing a few bottles of water between the bars of the cage while Homelander stripped without a word.

It turned out it was much easier to get out of the costume by the intended way of using the zipper instead of ripping it apart. He had to abandon the idea of destroying it—because that was something he didn't get to do anymore. He didn't get to kill, he didn't get to hurt, he didn't get to rip. He didn't get to stop, he didn't get to defend himself. There was nothing left for him, except getting through it.

Butcher thankfully didn't treat him to another sarcastic comment as he changed into his usual prisoner clothes. Didn't move any closer, either. He approached only when Homelander was fully clothed, zip-ties ready to go. Homelander just sighed through his nose and formed the usual X with his wrists. Butcher rewarded him with another languid smile, securing the loop around them.

He kicked the door to the cage open. "In you go. Daddy will be back in a few days."

Homelander went in, just like he would go into the oven, into the Bad Room, onto that Vought debut stage. Butcher continued to smile as he watched him settle on the floor in the usual sleeping spot. He followed right after, a new set of zip-ties to go around his ankles. Homelander couldn't withhold a scowl; he was hoping he would've forgotten about the bottom pair as well.

Butcher read his face perfectly and mocked him with a little pout: "Wouldn't want to spoil you. I know how it is—I give you a finger, you take a hand." 

God forbid he got to piss standing up instead of kneeling in front of the bucket. But Homelander didn't say that—yet another strategic decision on his part. Butcher secured the last loop of plastic around his limbs but didn't get up just yet, squatting in front of him—a repeat of the mere moments ago in the bathroom. Homelander stilled, protectively.

Butcher pulled out the familiar back pocket knife, staring at it like he was seeing it for the first time all over again.

"I should leave this with you," he mused, suddenly completely fascinated by his new idea. Butcher glanced at him, then at the knife, then at him again—considering.

Homelander looked at the blade as well. For some reason, he didn't even want to imagine its weight in his hand.

"It would be kinda funny, right?" Butcher asked him. "If I did that."

"Hilarious." Homelander muttered, dropping his gaze to a random spot on the floor. 

"Yeah." Butcher agreed by laughing his new, annoying laugh. But then he hid the knife in his pocket yet again and gave him a little sarcastic salute before locking the cage door and hanging the keys back on the wall. "You know where the bucket is. In case you need to throw up again."

Homelander didn't bother acknowledging him.

"See ya, Vought boy." Butcher threw one last goodbye over his shoulder. 

Homelander just sighed as the door to the cabin opened and closed, at least two pairs of locks clicking behind Butcher. 

"Fuck." He murmured, his palms covering his face, lips brushing against the fresh new zip-ties. Another few more empty, mind-numbing days.

At least this time, he was relieved to be left alone.

[twistedchristianscience]

forgot to post about him here BUT I finished my silly little Vashraptor fursuit just before Emerald City Comic Con (and Vancoufur)

except he's not actually "finished", just finished enough for me to wear him to those cons for a bit. he still needs a few more details, namely feetpaws, the stitches on his torso, a more raptor-like hand for his prosthetic, and claws. plus I'm not totally happy with his ears so I might redo them. I'll make legs and different prosthetics eventually, but that probably won't be for a while.

as per usual of raptors, he looks pretty silly at any angle other than side profiles, so its a little difficult to get good photos while im actually wearing him.

more ramblings + WIP shots under the cut because this was the most complicated project ive ever done and im insane

so far, he's taken about $700 worth of materials and 150 hours but I'll make another post with updated numbers when he's fully finished.

the headbase is made of EVA foam, with a hinge from WeaselsOnEasels (covered with that pink fabric because I accidentally put it on the inside, rip) and 40 teeth from DreamVisionCreations. the eyes and antorbital fenestrae have .5mm computer fan pvc mesh-- his vision and ventilation are fantastic, rivaling my suit with a 3d printed base, but fine details like writing and text are lost as per usual with vision meshes (that's not normally much of a problem for me with the furry conventions I go to annually and know the layout of, but it made navigating ECCC a nightmare since ive never been before and the venue is HUGE. I imagine ill have the same struggles if I go to sakuracon-- anyone wanna be my handler for that? lol). the unfurred section is coated with Plastidip and spraypainted dark brown. most of his mane is zippered on both sides so I can remove it and make interchangable versions (I plan to make spiked-up hair in yellow, half yellow/black, and fully black) while the tip of it is magnetic so it lies flat against the base. his tongue is also magnetic. I was originally going to make magnetic eyelids, but in all honesty, I might prefer to make them velcro as they tend to be easier to adjust + more secure than magnetic ones.

the part I hated making the most was his tail, not because it's bad, but because when I was almost done with it my dog got to it and chewed it apart.

you can see there's an awkward little bump along the top near where the light yellow and black fur connect-- when im wearing the tail that bump makes it look broken. but since he's so mangled anyway it can just be considered part of his design since I didn't add any scars to it

the tail feathers were a bit of a nightmare to make but the progress shots are cool

the part I loved making the most, and that im most proud of, is the bodysuit. I thought the scars were going to be a nightmare to sew, but they were actually the most fun and I love how they turned out!! he will be getting an interchangable mane down his back as well but I didn't have the time to finish it. I might also extend the shoulders a little for a better fit, particularly the left as theres a noticeable gap between the suit and the prosthetic as it is.

I showed this video of the pattern to a friend at When Furballs Strike a few weeks back and she told me I was insane. she is correct, and I'm fairly sure me actually finishing the bodysuit in a week only proves it further. but I did it anyway, and I had fun doing it.

Fur used: Yellow (Hair/Mane, Tail Feathers): HowlFabric Buttercup Luxury Shag Light Yellow (Main Body/Face): MofuMofu Mi Yellow Long Fur White (Neck, Top Surgery Scars, Tail): BigZFabric White Short Shag Brown (Ears, Tail Feathers): HowlFabric Fossil Grey Luxury Teddy Black (Arm, Tail): HowlFabric Natural Black Luxury Teddy Scars: HowlFabric Salmon Minky Tongue: HowlFabric Banana Minky Inner Mouth: HowlFabric Vanilla Minky Inner Ears: BigZFabric White Minky

note about the mofumofu fur: it's pretty thin, if you trim too much you can see the backing through it. HOWEVER. this proved to be a positive for the bodysuit, as it's MUCH more breathable than thicker furs like howl's and bigz's. (for the one day I could make it to ECCC and two days of Vancoufur, I wore this suit for 10-12 hours straight with a sweatshirt underneath and never felt like I was overheating, the minky scars most likely helped with it but STILL??) it also doesn't get as matted. whether or not it's worth the $55/yd price depends on what you need it for, if it's within your price range and you're particularly sensitive to heat, I'd say go for it. I only needed a yard for this as I'm kindof a little guy (5'5", 120lbs) so it was worth it for me.

[jaykimel]

PLEASE BESTOW THE KNOWLEDGE ON WHERE TP SHOP KEYCHAINS AND UR PINS IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FROM THE NEED 😭

Here is my online shop link: https://jaykimel.taobao.com/

I previously posted the products information on Twitter: https://x.com/jaykimeleven/status/1865420827505946856?s=46

And I'll share it on Tumblr a bit later as well. Sorry for the delay in updating on Tumblr🥺

[naughtless0000]

i played and beat mouthwashing for the first time yesterday. here's how that went..

to start off, i wanna say there's MAJOR spoilers and im gonna be yapping so here we go

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staring off with cool screenshots i took, just so we dont immediately jump off into the depressing yap fest

immediately said "oh boy i love playing fnaf" when i was here (i saw fanart of daisuke and it was him saying 'cmon, its just like among us, you can do this' while crawling though the vents) -

despite the implications i found this to be really fucking cool, but thats just me. and the more you think about it the more games you remember that have a scene where youre going into/coming out of a giant open mouth from the head of a character -

i still cant entirely wrap my head around the fact that swansea has this custom swan key just for him. like, haha, i get it, "swan"sea, swan key.. but where did he get it from? not the key, but the custom holder? makes you wonder how long he's had it for.

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i couldnt find my own screenshot of him, i dont know where it went, but yimpy........ yimpy.. i have a feeling daisuke drew it, who else would it be -

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ok, now its time for the depressing stuff

god. let me tell you about the genuine distress i felt. i had the isopropyl before it was even mentioned, so the first time i had to clear the foam to get to the medicine cabinet. i was just fucking around a little bit when i was stuck in the game (for a stupid reason might i add) so i just mixed it with mouthwash cause i was like "hey, this will make it actually better to use as real mouthwash, right?" (am i an idiot? out of game, like, am i stupid? do you understand what i was thinking though? the disinfectant? anyways..) and when it made the plain mocktail.. i was like "haha this is funny." and then it quickly became NOT FUNNY. when daisuke NEEDED IT, so i had to take the LONG ROUTE TO GET SOMETHING ELSE. AND I BLAME MYSELF FOR HIS DEATH

i know that there probably arent any different routes in the game and it was meant to happen.. but i feel like i should play it again BECAUSE COME ONNNNNN. - i got it spoiled for me that anya was pregnant when i was looking for the solution to helping her out of medical. which, by the way, i was a complete idiot during that part. all i needed to do was click on a different part of the door to continue the game, so im just stupid. you wont believe my face when i realized how dumb i was. so when she said she was pregnant i didnt have a genuine reaction to it, cause i got it spoiled. kind of the same thing for when we get to see what curly looked like before the game, but it wasnt really a spoiler to me because i had no intention of playing the game when i started seeing content for it. i was seeing fanart, and friends posting about it, but i really had no clue. so i knew of curly, and i started to recognize who daisuke was in fanart, and i knew anya but not her name, but i never saw swansea before i went onto the steam page. daisuke ended up being my favourite character.... we can all just WONDER how im FEELING NOW. technically speaking, everybody but curly does die in some way. so if you have a favourite character besides him, forget being happy- actually, scratch that. if you play mouthwashing AT ALL, FORGET BEING HAPPY. BUT ITS SO GOOD!!!! genuinely!! another 10 dollar indie game that completely ruined me!!!!!! mouthwashing is genuinely such a wonderful game, and i wonder if we could be getting another one? but i dont know how a second game would go. does curly ever get found? since he's in the cryo pod, but also (like i just saw someone say when i was looking up the word for cryo pod..) his injuries alone could end up killing him, right? maybe? he is frozen for 20 years, would that stop the bacteria from killing him? i dont know for sure. -

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before writing this blog, i had another where i was updating as i played the game. here are a few things i said, and i'll be adding my thought now after the fact. -

I HAD EVERY RIGHT NOT TO. I NEVER WANTED TO GIVE HIM THE AXE IN THE FIRST PLACE. -

well. when you show a giant, sharp knife, its gotta be used for something other than cake. time to feast. (IM SORRY.) -

youre just an idiot. click on the door and not just the handle. -

this pretty much sums up my experience playing the game after a while (especially being a daisuke fan) -

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anyways. two more screenshots i took

and thats pretty much it i feel like playing the game again after writing this, so maybe i'll do another post about it take this thing i made before i go

sums it up................

[foxglovefaun]

1. The skyline in the first page of the new chapter is incredible. Green and especially those shades are my favorite color.

2. The animal gangoon design oh my GOD it's PERFECT. I had imagined something similar when I was writing one of the chapters in my fic!!!

3. Gnashing and gnawing the bars of my cage in anticipation for part 2 AUGH SO GOOD!!!

aaaaaaa THANK YOU SO MUCH ;0;!!!

1. Thank you!! Im so happy with how that intro page came out. I’m doing more and more photobashing lately, which was something I used to do a lot more about ten years ago. It’s a fun way to use the photoshop techniques I have that aren’t just for painting.

On that first page I used a combination of hand painting, photos of the city, special brushes and detail textures, and then kinda mashed them all together using different layer modes and gradient maps. I think the original skyline was purple and pink, and the server units were blue grey. Then I added in clouds and extra buildings, distorted the lights and added more of my own, put in the OakTex hologram, and just kinda fiddled with “lighten” and “darken” layers of texture until it felt right. :)

2. YES! THE BEAST MASK! I was deeply inspired by the work of MissMonster who is a powerful illustrator and craftsperson who makes INCREDIBLE monster masks. The snarling faces and big tusks are such a vibe. Just over all really beautiful work. One of my dream goals is to one day be able to get my hands on one of the mask blanks so I can do a custom paint job.

In Burner there is a whole subculture of custom respirators and filters (there were supposed to be a couple examples in ch 4 but I forgor 😔so I will be doing a retcon) so masks and unusual headgear are super common. Think the customized COVID masks we started seeing about a year in. Some folks also use face garblers due to Camera Everywhere, but an enforcer like [REDACTED] needs something practical that can’t be decoded, so a full face mask does plenty to get the job done.

3. OK BUT SAME haha Hhh I have only just started thumbnails but I have had the script for the next three/four parts ready for months. I’m foaming at the mouth and getting very activated because this next part will be featuring lots of food, cyberware-focused subcultures, and introducing more stuff about Ross and Shiro’s relationship. So I am

EXCITE.

Getting the sleep I did last night helped a lot, but I need some more so I’m not going to start steamrolling forward just yet. But! I’ve been doing a lot of sketchbook studies of people eating food, updated some character portraits, doing some short expression sheets, and took photos of tunnels and streets from around the city to refer to for the car scenes. :)

your message means a lot to me. I actually I saw it shortly after you sent it! But I have been wayyy beyond dysfunctional l so I wanted to wait to reply until I could write something more thought-out ❤️

Thanks so much for your enthusiasm, it really fills me with a special kind of energy that makes me wanna get more of the story moving, and it’s also just very nice to see that folks really are reading it and enjoying it ;w;

Thanks for taking the time to write me. :3 take good care, i hope the next week for your is kind and restful

all the best

-Fox

[haz3-daz3]

Hi there ! Thank you for the follow !

I see we share the same "hopeless" passion for Drifters 🥲! Recent new chapters got me into the fandom again...

I see you're begging for some drifters requests. I'll probably send you some then ;-) Tumblr is in terrible need of more drifters content 🫠

No prob for the followww I see we like same stuff I geeb u devotion 🫶🫶🫶

BUT YEAH DRIFTERS HOLY SHIT WHY IS IT SO GOOD BUT SO SLOW TO UPDATE AAAAAA kouta hirano, my MAN, p l e a s e I just wanna see more of Toyohisa, Naoshi and Butchhhh

NAOSHI AND BUTCH ESPECIALLYYYY IM VERY NORMAL ABOUT THEM I PROMISE *foaming at the mouth*

Very excited to get your request for Drifters!! Anyone will dooo :D

Anyone.

[desceros]

I just thought you should know, I check your feed every day like it’s my daily news. I am a boomer and you are my political Facebook posts. “Today, the weather is looking like pyramid head Leo with a slight chance of blurple au”

I love seeing the shared fanart and different scenarios and ideas you and other people come up with. Gives me something to look forward to every day. (And then it’s also a bonus when there’s a new fic or an update of any kind, I kick my feet and giggle)

Hope you get some much needed rest soon! Insomnia is a biotch.

chin hands a lot. thank you so much, anon-chan! i did indeed get lots of sleep last night, so i feel much better today.

i have a few blogs like that, myself, so i totally get what you mean, hahahaha! so glad that you're entertained my my sillies and all the delicious art that makes me foam at the mouth a normal amount c:

sidebar. i keep reading "biotch" as "biotech" and it makes me think about rimworld. im so excited for the new dlc, hhhhh.....