#it brings back bad memories

[foulbearobservation]

the homoerotic tension that happens when slasher camlil stitch up each other's wounds is insane -🌑

I wrote like 2k last night and literally all it was was just Lilith carefully washing Camila's hands after Lilith killed a man in front of her and Cami got caught in the blood spray. Their tension is crazy I genuinely don't know if it's better before or after they finally kiss.

Anyway!! Lilith is always getting herself stabbed, Cami learns to become a not half bad field medic after Jillian teaches her how to do stitches correctly. She has steady hands, even when Lilith is bleeding out below her and cracking bad jokes.

"Stop making me laugh, I'm gonna fuck up your stitches." Cami is still smiling despite herself because Lilith is soft around the edges and that doesn't happen very often.

Lilith, way too high after Camila forced her to take pain meds: "your face doesn't look right when ur not smiling at me"

"gee you really know how to sweet talk a girl."

[varilien]

wednesday was the 1000th day since the fateful afternoon my roommate asked to see the space cowboy show i apparently used to talk about a lot and i wanted to do a big illustrated piece to celebrate but my job keeps me from drawing anything at all !!!!!!!

anyways i've been missing vash so so so so so bad u guys can anybody hear me it's so dark in here.

lines also cuz i really like how his hair turned out :3 reminds me of the couple shoujo manga i read as a kid teehee

[elekilokal]

My Fragaria redesigns

[aperfectlylesbian]

Not me seeing agathario fandom start making fanfics in ao3 where Rio gets trapped in the Hex with Agatha and thinking innocently: "Wow, it would be very, very extremely psychologically painful and so fucking full of cuteness if Wanda's spellwork gave them, idk, like, maybe, DAUGHTERS, wouldn't be?!"

[thoughtlessthinkythoughts]

As we celebrate public domain day and the start of Letters from Watson, I just want to say....

All queer Holmes headcanons are good.

All of them are meaningful to a multitude of people, and everyone finally has free reign to explore them in published works.

And I want to see all of them. They aren't in competition with each other.

I love explorations of what it would be like to be gay in Victorian society and all of the intricate historical connections people make. Both the painful ones and the ones that say fuck it, let's show some joy.

I love when characters are allowed to be bisexual and all of their relationships are treated with respect. I love when Watson gets to love Mary and Holmes, and when this isn't made out to be some competition.

I love aro and/or ace Holmes, and I beg certain corners of the fandom to remember that these explorations are not the same as simply not addressing the subject of Holmes' sexuality. They are so much more, and these interpretations are fundamentally queer. I love explorations of what it means for a queerplatonic partnership to be the most important relationship in someone's life, especially when they don't have the words to explain it.

I love explorations of Sherlock Holmes and gender. Whether it is someone concealing their gender to play a certain role in society or it is an exploration of being trans historically. All possibilities have something different and interesting to say.

Sherlock Holmes and the relationship between Holmes and Watson appeals to so many of us for a reason, and there are so many stories we can tell. There are so many ways authors can now say "I have always seen myself in this. Let me show you why." There is no limit.

I guess what I'm saying is this. Sherlock Holmes is now legally allowed to be kind and compassionate (and treat female characters well).

Here's to fandom doing the same.

[kinz2007]

To be loved is to be changed... comparison between Martin, a Webkinz barred owl who was one of my childhood favorite toys, and a like-new duplicate my mom gave me for Christmas one year.

I'm on the spectrum and owls were my special interest in grade school. I can still remember seeing this guy when he first came out, and begging my mom to let me buy it with my own money, which she suspiciously denied... turns out she knew my aunt had already gotten it and stashed it away for me for Christmas, and opening it up on Christmas Eve is still one of my happiest memories. He was a comfort object for me well into middle school and went with me everywhere I could possibly take him. It was at a time when a lot of other classmates were growing out of those kinds of things... but I've never not been a plushie lover. That'll be forever for me.

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

forced to reminisce about hetaoni and how obsessed i was back in like 2012-2013

the concept is so novel cuz it takes what is essentially a fairly normal horror game with bland, one note characters but takes an insanely popular (at the time) series and slaps them in with a fresh coat of paint, even adding new elements and features

the idea of time travel, time loops and having immortality being ripped from you is such an interesting idea cuz it adds so many possibilities, problems, personal challenges and forces characters together that have rarely interacted both in history and just in the show. then you also have characters that are on the sidelines that have to find ways to help the 10 main characters that are stuck with minimal knowledge of what is ACTUALLY going on

(from what i remember, only italy and england were the ones aware of the time loops)

imagine being forced to witness your friends and loved ones dying over and over and OVER and you are absolutely powerless to do anything except reset everything and just hope for a better outcome; even at one point watching the point in time where you find out that you were the one who doomed everyone from the start but you can't intervene

[masteraqua]

i put xion inside the centrifuge in my head to see what would happen :)

here's what i've got

i've long been enamored with the idea of xion looking like a patchwork of different people, and i chose to represent that idea through vitiligo here

she takes up athletics post kh3 because she needs routine and likes being part of a team, and this option is healthier than being in a cult

she has purple highlights in her hair! naminé helped her :)

she and pence like to talk about coding and hacker culture. they have a lot of nerdy in-jokes that no one gets

she has a running bet with hayner that if he can land a single hit on her, she has to buy him ice cream. so far the score is 12/0, but he hasn't given up yet

she and olette are the only morning people in the group so they meet up for breakfast at the café regularly

she still makes time to see just axel and roxas, but they had to find a new place to hang out since word got out about how easy it is to sneak into the clocktower. thankfully, twilight town has no shortage of good views

[gio-cosmo]

He has NO reason to be looking this joyful here 😭

[rwby-confess]

Confession #385

[artbyfuji]

bumbleby psychic beam attack

[canisalbus]

Modern Machete likes NIN?! I’d absolutely invite him over to listen to dying machine noises and angst with me.

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[torqxx]

fanart for @waterfrontcomplex's Cycrane Killer Yanqing AU

suuuuuper normal about this au btw 👍

the eyes are red bc it looks better and i forgot yanqing has yellow eyes when i was almost done

another version without blood and without shadows

PLS CHECK OUT ITS AU THE AU IS SO COOL !!!!!

[enden-k]

i should not thirst for sarans dad while drawing backstory but here i am thirsting for sarans dad, guess im back to myself again 🧍 good morning yall btw LMAO

[willowser]

sometimes i get the very strong urge to write a comes back ??? fic for bakugou but the more i think about it, the more i realize how emotionally taxing and honestly horrifying it would be.

you and bakugou spend a few years in that weird will-they-won't-they stage before you officially start seeing each other seriously, and then it takes some time to adjust to having a pro-hero for a partner — so it's not always easy. until the time goes by and you have a break up scare or two and things finally level out, and you figure out how to talk to each other and you fall into the beautifully warm comfort of just being together, in love.

and then he fucking dies. in a heart-explodey, blind-in-one-eye kind of way.

the two years that follow are just — time passing, like pages in a chapter you can't understand the words to. you know grief in a way you never could have comprehended before, you wonder what it's all for and how you'll go on. you're angry at him for sacrificing his stupid life and angry at the world for taking him from you, but you're so deeply, down to your bones, heartbroken over losing him.

and you're not the only one; more than any of his friends that you see, deku is the one who is there for you the most. calls you daily and pulls you out of bed, makes sure you eat because he knows that's what kacchan would want. lovingly flings out a few gruff insults that make you laugh until you're both crying in your kitchen. it means something, maybe, that you both can just mourn in the presence of one another, without judgement or care.

your relationship gets a little — dependent. not romantic, at least not for you, but it's like you need the other person for the bits of bakugou they hold that you don't. the memories and the laughs and the bad times as well as the good. the secrets katsuki would never tell you, and the tenderness izuku was never shown.

it never gets easier. every day is just another day. if you think about it for too long, it all comes crumbling down. you're almost having to disassociate through your life just to make it, and that's hard when the whole city mourns him, too. but you do it. every single day, even on the worst of them.

izuku calls you a little more than two years after, in the middle of the night.

sounding way too awake and out of breathe, though you don't think that's necessarily out of the ordinary, considering his profession. he's a very hyper-fixation kind of guy; you can only imagine what hobby he's picked up and also mastered in the last 48 hours.

he asks if he can come pick you up from your apartment because he "needs to show you something important" and you agree, even if it doesn't feel like it usually does, when the nights are long and you both need someone to talk to. this feels — urgent. a bit worrisome.

you don't know where he takes you, but he's quiet the whole way there. in an old sweater, hair mussed, bags under his eyes like he really hasn't slept in the last 48 hours.

("stupid flighty fucker," katsuki would say, sometimes, when the weight of the world was weighing too heavily on the number one hero's shoulders, and even if he would huff and puff and grit his teeth, you'd notice him checking his phone more often than usual. taking every phone call that came without hesitation.)

you almost want to tell izuku that, in the car, because that's what you do, that's how you've kept him alive between the two of you; kacchan would make a point to tell you that's not how generators work, in the shitty horror film you and deku go see, that kacchan wouldn't dare sit through.

("no, he would," you argue, solemn as the lights in the theater warm back to life, as it empties. "he would."

and after a long, heavy beat, izuku would agree. "yeah. he would.")

izuku brings you somewhere that's too clinical to be as quiet and as dark as it is: inside, the walls and floors are sterile with anti-septic but the lights are off, in every hallway. the only visibility comes from a small lamp that's in a lobby of sorts, and there is a small handful of people you don't know, at all, already there. waiting.

you say his name in a small, concerned question, and when he takes both his hands in yours, they're warm and too wide and sweaty. his eyes glow, but in a way you don't recognize. everything he says to you is — gibberish, a mish-mash of worry and half-sentences and all the warning bells are going off in your head.

"y-you can't freak out, okay? you have to—i can explain all this when...when the time is right."

"you said that you would give anything to have kacchan back, remember? you said—you would do anything."

"i know this sounds—i know how this sounds, okay? but nothing is impossible!"

"i just need you to trust me."

and up until now, you had no reason not to. but you're not sure when he slept last, or even when he ate last, or why he's muttering things about his quirk, how he and katsuki are connected somehow, in ways he's not able to explain.

or why you can faintly hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor just beyond the only closer door in this wing of the hospital.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

"Le francais c'est facile," TA GUEULE‼‼💥‼💥💥💥

I am SOBBING over the exercises on differentiating tout- tous- toute- toutes and ce- cet- cette- ces. 16 years in France for absolutely NOTHING LEARNT.