#in case you couldn't guess

[anxrroz]

Watching dressrosa rn so... In my head they're happy toguether

[robinwinghood]

The finished sneaky Princess Tutu fanart masquerading as a card

[theinfernalcalypso]

Identifying as a sort of in-between is always... odd? Strange? Those don't feel right but I can't think of the word rn

But for sake of example,

Identifying with the moniker of angel (fallen or otherwise) and how it relates to how I see the world (and how it affects my obsessive/possessive attributes)

People can be fairly neatly divided into three categories for me; followers, fellows, and those above (or gods, colloquially)

I mean there's people who don't follow those exactly (e.g. family members) but that's besides the point

Followers beget a more possessive demeanor. Those are mine, regardless of the type of relationship. Protectiveness, possessiveness (obviously), and this desire to consume them dependent on the degree. It brings about the urge to control, to manipulate, though I do cherish freewill and don't usually go into doing such things outside of things they would typically be inclined to do

Those above (gods) inspire the obsession. The cloying longing. The aching want and need in my chest when they aren't around. The absolute, religious reverence. The need of obedience on my part. The muse to every art piece I make, to every word I poetically put into place. This is something that is rare to find for me, but I've felt it before. There's feverish delirium that comes into play, it will physically make my chest hurt. I want to consume in a different way; not to consume into possession, rather to perhaps be made slightly holier for it. Never to a consumption in totality, of course, then how would I so worship and revere them?

Fellows are... well, that. Someone who also resides in the in-between. We swap roles and find equal footing. They inspire both the need to obey and the need to control. It feels comfortable, necessary to maintain that equilibrium of swapping places. If anything, it feels nice to have that ability to comfortably do so. This is something I can say I have only had one experience with, really, at least in this lifetime. Sure, I can entertain the dynamic with people in the other two categories, but it feels like a performance. This, though, never feels like a stage play if a swap occurs. It almost feels like play, a game, but neither is pretending. It's a deeply intimate sort of fun on a spiritual level, and it's... just nice, honestly.

Idk, I'm musing and this is usually where I toss it

[krytus]

can we also appreciate ballister nailing this guy in the dick and then using the shield which is still attached to him

[maiooo-0]

My beautiful princess with a disorder

[pastryjay]

Hey! If you're an OFMD fan who loved S2, including the finale and posts/ reblogs mostly OFMD stuff, can you give this a like this please? I'm looking for more blogs to follow and want to avoid all negativity about the show. Especially hello if you love Ed/ Stede, they are everything to me <3.

[poppiesinthedesert]

[xdeerlybelovedx]

Spare a Carriage; Ride the King 👑

The moment I discovered Romeo's eyes were hazel (Blue-Brown-Green) I immediately went feral and lost my mind ♡ Been staring at the blender model that Blue made as well and noticed scattered tiny perfectly rounded specks on his face?... Whether that's dirt or soot... I took creative liberties and decided that Romeo has beauty marks ♡

[yuseirra]

By the way, if Hikaru IS Sarutahiko Okami in essence, the fact that he asks what Ruby's wishes are and congratulates Aqua'a wishes(that he assumed-having himself socially killed) having come true WORKS. Remember how the characters made wishes at the aratate shrine? That's Ai(Amenouzume) and HIS shrine. Together, they are the gods of fulfilled wishes. They work TOGETHER to grant the wishes of those who make prayers to them.

Ruby's wishes of outshining Ai CAME TRUE. It seems like he listened to it as a god and granted it.

Aqua's wishes of trying to get Hikaru himself "killed socially" and "avenging Ai" may ALSO COME TRUE. But it happened in the worst ways possible.

If he's that god, then he CAN actually make his children's wishes be fulfilled, he seemed pretty intent listening about them earlier. He seemed really kind about it when he brought it up; he was sweet about it??? Wasn't he??

The reason why the results seem imperfect or flawed is because he doesn't have Ai with him. Those two gods are supposed to do this together. I think it's because Hikaru's become either too fallen or corrupted AND alone that the wishes are granted but in a distorted manner.

To add, it seems like he can't make his own wishes of seeing Ai again come to a reality. No one makes prayers for a god, they grant wishes but never have their own wishes being granted...

Ai's made a wish for him on his behalf. I really hope it does come true somehow. SAVE HIM. Ai wanted it. I really can't bring myself to let that go;;

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Today, I bring you gweoff. Tomorrow, who knows?

[erinsworld]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I figured since it's Whumptober, that my next WIP I'd dust off to finish would be from a previous year's prompt.

"Hey, Jack… Hey…Let me look… yeah?”

Both of his hands supporting Jack’s jaw, Mac slowly lifts his partner’s head.

Glazed, unfocused brown eyes gaze at him. Each slow blink spatters tiny droplets of red across the bridge of his nose.

Blood covers the entire side of Jack’s face. It coats his cheek, gathers thick and sticky in the scruff that lines his jaw. Drips from his chin. Trails down his neck.

Mac tries to tell himself—convince himself—that head wounds bleed a lot. The scalp is thick and has a rich blood supply and tiny arteries and veins close to the surface which can lead to a lot of bleeding even with minor cuts.

That reassurance is shattered as he follows the trail of blood up Jack’s face to the wound on the side of his head.

To the thin stripe carved into his skin from his temple and through the short, bristles of hair on the side of his head. The flesh torn, ragged, and burned.

The line a perfect match to the width of a bullet.

“Oh god…”

[martianbugsbunny]

Used this awesome Picrew to do femme!Ineffable Husbands, they're literally so pretty

[daily-madcom-drawings]

Day 36 of drawing madness combat until I get good

Reminder to everyone seeing this to consume nutrition. It's important. And hydration, while you're at it

[yourwakingnightmares]

Okay, but real talk for a second... Journey’s End is not a happy ending.

Like... We can talk about Ed realizing he doesn’t need alchemy and all that jazz, but seriously?

Let’s take this step by step, because lawdy but I have been stewing about this since I finished the show two months ago.

Firstly... Everyone else gets their happy ending. Al gets his body back, gets the girl. Winry gets the guy, and gets to keep making at least one automail limb for said guy. Roy gets his eyesight back, and (presumably) becomes Fuhrer. Hohenheim gets to die and abandon his kids again so he can be with his dead wife. Ling gets a philosopher stone, and becomes emperor. May Chang gets her knight in shining armor, and the safety of her clan.

But Ed? He got his brother back... Still has an automail leg. Lost his alchemy. Most likely either had to amputate his arm, or lose a lot of functionality, because Truth is a goddamn asshole, and just shoved that arm back on over top of the STEEL PORT.

And he was a prodigy. Not that I give a shit about how Amestris feels about losing their prodigy, but... Personal story time, when I was a kid, I was a piano ‘prodigy’. One of those kids who could just sit down and play anything. If I heard it, I could play it. And then, through a rather depressing chain of events that are irrelevant to this post, all of the fingers, and many of the smaller bones on my left hand were shattered. Even after months of rehab, I still couldn’t play like I used to. I could barely play for more than five or ten minutes before my hand began to cramp up and stop moving.

And this thing... This thing that I did better than anyone else I knew... It was gone. Just gone. This one thing that made me stand out, that made me special, that made me feel good about myself... and it was just gone. I could still pick apart any music I heard, I still knew exactly how I would play it... If I could. But I couldn’t.

And for Ed... Alchemy was who he was. It was what he did. It was an integral part of both himself, and how he viewed the world. And it’s just... gone. Boop. No more alchemy. All gone now, thanks for playing, kid. You’re no longer unique, you’re no longer special, you now have nothing that sets you apart from everyone else. You dragged yourself to the top of that pillar, and enjoyed the view, until a squiggly outline asshole Sparta kicked you off it, and then ground your face in the mud for good measure.

But, Nightmares, you say! He got his brother back! He still had Al!

Ah, but he didn’t, dear reader! That’s the thing! No Al hate here, because I love Al as much... well, nearly as much as I do Ed, but like... Al got better -and we all know who helped him through the months of recovery -and then bounced right the hell off to Xing. “Haha, yes, Brother! I shall go a thousand miles this way, you go a thousand miles that way, and we shall research this thing that you used to be able to do, that you used to be a prodigy at, that you can no longer do! Don’t forget to write, dear brother!”

...

Okay. I’m slightly less angry now. But seriously, that ending was just... ugh, utterly heart-breaking. Watching Ed trying to transmute the roof, and then just sigh, and say, “Well, at least the view’s nice.” was just... painful as hell.

[estcaligo]

Just a few more days and Sebek's card yay!

duo with Jade but banner with Trey.... Sebek is TreyJade's secret love child.......

[front-facing-pokemon]