#it is so above and beyond good

[yepthatsacowalright]

Slowly catching up on Dr. Mick's Silent Hill 2 With A Therapist playthrough, and when he stops to talk about a topic that it brought up, it makes me realize how often you can do that - just stop and stare in almost any random direction in this game - and it's so cinematically full of stuff.

He's left James looking at this for like ten minutes now. The red lights are stoplights. That never change. Just occasionally sway a little in the night air.

Two eyes staring from the abyss.

It's fuckin' me up.

[nimudae]

My half of the "A Cat May Look at a King" collab I worked with the wonderful @betsib for @catlawexchange

(fun game: try to count how many hearts are in Law's spots lol)

[essektheylyss]

Here's the thing with Cassida: skill issue. Sorry babygirl but you've got the vibe of a bright but otherwise simplistic scientist who's an atheist purely because you cannot possibly conceive of portions of the universe beyond your ken. Just because a god knows no mercy that a mortal can comprehend doesn't mean that mercy means nothing. I am not the center of the universe and I do not presume that my existence is the end-all be-all of divine intent, nor that it should be. So yet again: skill issue.

[sysig]

Congrats on your promotion (Patreon)

[shadyhouse]

making a new post bc the other one is pretty bulky, im about to be severely overdrafted when i pay my rent in a few days and i really really really cant let that happen :( pls if you have anything to spare i'd appreciate it, im in the process of finding a new job because my current one refuses to give me hours. im transmasc and i dont have a car so finding a job has been difficult but im doing everything i can to make ends meet. even just spreading this around helps

pp: paypal.me/bewearrr

vnm: tobias_leviathan

thank you 🥺💕

90/450

[hers-underwraps]

Just a Dad and his two favourite adopted kids 🤍

[sylvieserene]

Fixing history using the power of editing and my editing skills!!

For today we have, New Titans (1980) Issue #100

✨ Wedding Special ✨

@robstarblog @robstaryeah pinging yall just in case so that this doesn't get lost in oblivion (It'd be painful since I worked 5 hours non stop on it lol)

I think the most time was taken by the final panel and adding in the finishing touches since I pretty much had to change everything to the pixel level, quite literally lol (I'm serious, I did)

Welp I hope the results were worth it! And with that, another one gets a good ending!!

I kinda didn't add sleeves in the first two panels of the final page because it didn't look good and looked janky with how I was editing it so yeah please ignore that-

[lloydfrontera]

actually i get very emotional when i think about the giant ants arc because when arcos is told that there's an entire colony of monsters that could easily destroy the estate the very first thing he asks is where lloyd is. and when he's told that he's still down in the mine he doesn't hesitate for even one second to grab his armor and go down there himself just to get to lloyd. like. those things are huge and they're vicious and there's hundreds of them and to face them is *checks notes* "to guarantee your own death". arcos hasn't even touched his sword for a decade. he's not winning that battle. but it doesn't fucking matter at all because his son is down there and arcos is going to get to him even if it kills him.

he just. he fucking loves his kid so much. and this is not even like that far ahead into the novel. lloyd is barely beginning to clean up his body's act. this is chapter 25 it's like 6% of the whole plot. and this man was already completely and unhesitatingly willing to die for his son. how am i supposed to not cry about that.

[lyinginthesnow]

Roman is like it was only natural that it happened to me, and anyway, sometimes i wanted it. everyone hit me i'm fսcking annoying. Kendall is like im not a victim — it’s just the wrong kind of love expression, after all. so instead I’ll imagine it like the trials that shaped me, and it will all have been worth it when i win. sometimes your greatest tormentor can also be your most perceptive teacher. Shiv is like i can acknowledge that it happened, but not that it matters to me or continues to affect me, because that would mean admitting i’m not above my circumstances. i want to believe i can separate myself, power through, and take control of my life. you were just... an absence. But I'm fine. Mom, it's okay. / He couldn't fit a whole woman in his head. But he did okay. You did okay, Dad. Uh, we're all here and we're doing okay.

[swan2swan]

I know people are already complaining about [spoiler] and the thing about [spoiler] is

THAT SHE HAD HER FREAKING HAND RIPPED OFF I'M SORRY THERE'S NO MAGIC WATER TO HEAL THAT IN THIS SHOW WE'RE DEALING WITH A PROTAGONIST WHO HAS TO GO THROUGH FULL LIMB LOSS

WE'VE GOT PROSTHETICS AND AUTOMAIL BUT HEY

THE TECH COMPANIES THAT CONTROL THAT AREN'T THAT FRIENDLY WITH HER

SHE CAN'T EXACTLY DROP HER NAME AND INSURANCE CARD AND FILE FOR TREATMENT

THEY DIDN'T HIRE AN ACTRESS WHO CAN RELATE FOR KICKS AND GIGGLES

THIS IS AN ACTUAL THING THAT THEY'RE GOING TO DEAL WITH

also they addressed the Grief fully and I'm sure the reunions and revelations won't be Sunshine and Roses

LIKE THIS IS SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING THAN ANY GRIMDARK ''OH THEY KILLED A CHARACTER'' THE TRAUMA HERE

THE RECOVERY PROCESS

also it wouldn't surprise me if this was something they'd pitched in the OG series and then went "No, actually, we Can't Do This. We don't have Clearance. This isn't something we have the power to do."

Then they went "Hey, she's eighteen now. Can we Do That?" and they went

SO NOW THEY DID IT

and they'll probably show it in some way and it's going to be Unpleasant but like

we'll know

BUT WE HAVE A FULL-ON INJURY AND THAT'S A FIRST

also she's so down and miserable

like this is...oof we moved onbut now

[octoagentmiles]

Headcanons about Paani and Natquik's relationship and how they met? 👀

uh well actually ik it's kinda wild n out there but I headcanon they met like this:

/s /lh fhdhdjdbsk sorry I'm not 100% sure what you want from me here?? 😅

but!! as for their relationship—at the end of that ep Paani says he's going to stay with Natquik for a little while, so that they can continue to study the flowing water that they found together, but we never actually get to see this ourselves. so!! it's extremely possible that Paani and Natquik are buddy-buddy now, but we just haven't gotten to see them interact since their friendship started!!

so 👀. some hcs 🤲 ↓

474637942749 years ago I made a post talking about how while yes, Paani is obviously a lot like Kwazii, he also has just as much in common with Barnacles. it's just more subtle.

I think that during their time together, Natquik probably would've picked up on that. Natquik's been alone for forever, and has been shown struggling when he's forced to share private space with others—but I think once he started to notice Paani's similarities to Barnacles, he became an infinitely more tolerable roommate.

... however.

one of Natquik's biggest grievances with Red (*the red fox) was how he ruined what would've been his "peaceful and quiet" vacation.

and. um.

... that's not exactly Paani's specialty.

so they likely had to get used to each other's *style* the hard way at first.

Paani's not the type to intentionally start conflict, or even get outwardly annoyed with others (from what we've seen so far anyway). he's very easygoing, and even if it confuses him, I can see him accepting the way Natquik works pretty quickly.

but he does have a habit of doing things without asking first, or considering how his actions may indirectly affect others before doing them, in the name of The Greater Good™ (such as stealing the GUP-H so he could bring water to the elephants). the Octonauts can forgive him easily, because he *does* usually end up saving the day,

but. uh.

Natquik's not as chill (ironically) with that.

so!! it's sorta less of them having to get used to each other, and more Natquik having to get used to Paani lol

Paani absolutely ended up meeting Natquik's penguin fam while he was staying with him, and they immediately loved him (as all birds he meets do), which GREATLY helped Natquik warm up to him.

maybe they also told Paani about how Natquik's just having a hard time, 'cause of how long he spent alone. and Paani, who was alone for an indefinite length of time himself, until he was found by the Octonauts... decides to open up to Natquik.

they talk for a bit.

then Boom! Friendship™ 🌠🌈 [INSERT CONFETTI CANONS 🎉🥳] !!

okay there was probably more to it than that, but we don't know how LONG they were roomies for—could've been only a few days, or a month, max, knowing Paani's dislike of staying put for too long lmao.

either way, I'd love to see them meet again, after having gotten to know each other. I think they'd make a really cool dynamic, if they were to go out on a real adventure or mission together. they MET in that episode, but they didn't really interact much—Paani was on his own, and Natquik was with Dashi in the Octoray.

and Natquik desperately needs more screentime anyway 👁️👁️

[lycandrophile]

About your coworkers being absolute pricks: Is there a supervisor you can go to who isn't like that? If they won't listen when you personally tell them to train/treat you as male, maybe someone above them can get them to? I don't know how your workplace is though

sadly that would be my manager, who sucks at her job and also sucks at gendering me correctly. she’s the kind of person who pretends to be really accepting and then immediately proves that she doesn’t give a single shit about trans people. one time she gave me a whole speech about how she really wanted to get my pronouns right, so i told her very explicitly how i want to be referred to, and she immediately proceeded to misgender me in front of my face while talking to someone else on the phone about me. she told me i’m the first trans employee she’s ever had and let me tell you, it really shows. so yeah, aside from a couple of my coworkers who knew more about trans people to begin with and can back me up when we’re on the same shifts, i’m on my own.

[sunburstsky]

So in this last episode we had confirmed:

1. Indri, who 2/3rds of the party is infatuated with, is Big BAD Lady in a very real way and can call down the memories of stars, including the ones shining into her library

2. If you “flee” (and i just feel that the definition of that might be a little squishy in this specific scenario) *within a mile* of Grimore, you are as good as dead

oh this is DELICIOUS

[vacantgodling]

Hi, I hate to be a bother but is chapter 1 of Paramour (hope I'm spelling that right) the only chapter you've shared or are there more posted? your writing is so good and I've fallen in love with the story after seeing your anniversary art. Also, do you post it anywhere outside of Tumblr? unfortunately, the color scheme of your blog and the size of the font makes it hard for my poor eyesight to read (No hate to you btw I just zoom in real close)

hello hello!! firstly you are not at ALL a bother <3 (also you're spelling it right lol) regarding my desktop blog, i bumped up the font size so i hope that's helped it be a bit more readable? i'm planning on changing up color schemes and the like at the end of this year, but i hope the size change makes it more bearable ;3;

secondly, hearing that people like my writing enough to want to seek more of it has me giggling and kicking my feet so THANK YOU for enjoying chapter 1 and the art so much--there's some details that may or may not get added in whenever i eventually make a third pass at writing this behemoth and i spent 6 hours slaving over that drawing LMAO SO i really appreciate you reading it AND telling me you enjoyed it im so EEEE

at this time, i'm not formally publishing / putting out paramour because its still very much a work-in-progress (essentially, i'm working on draft 2 right now bc i'm doing some major outline renovating, but tbh i'm thinking that when i DO feel like i'm at the point that i want to publish it, i'm kinda leaning towards a serial style like @/stjohnstarling's what manner of man... but those are details for several years from now, i'm just rambling at this point) BUT FEAR NOT!! its my main obsession at all times and i have posted a TON about it on my blog. but for your convenience, i've compiled all the 'main' writing bits that i've posted on this blog over the past several years into this ask so that way if you wanna just read the 'main' meat and potatoes that i've decided to release from the vault so to speak... then here they are.

but, if in general you want to peruse my main wip tag, i talk about paramour so much its Ridiculous lmao -> s: paramour and you can check out the overview powerpoint intro i made for it here, just to get a clearer picture of what the heckie is going on lol -> powerpoint intro

anyway though, the list of main writings, broken into a couple of sections. i will also preface, that chapter 1 doesn't make it too apparent--but there is a LOT of sex, kink, and romance involved in this story. so proceed at your own disgression dear anon since i'm not sure how you feel about that lol.

MAIN WIP WRITINGS (in chronological story order)

paramour draft 2 chapter 1: pre-wedding

paramour (title drop 👀 but this scene is gonna end up slightly different in draft 2)

midnight query (amon and erecia talk in some undetermined chapter)

the bird & the worm (flashback to amon at 12)

but i am not (a bit from chapter 9 of draft 1)

masquerade (the first time hya and amon fuck—there is smut proceed with caution. also the latter half of chapter 9 draft 1)

an invitation (excerpt from chapter 10 draft 1)

displeasure (a relationship snippet from an undetermined chapter)

nervous (just hya and amon being kinky)

ties that bind (kink interrupted by feelings from some undetermined chapter)

divine (some sappy shit from an undetermined chapter)

hiccup (excerpt from chapter 20 of draft 1)

AUS & JUST FOR FUNZIES (meaning not in the main wip)

jealousy (amon & hya slums au—where both of them grow up in central halifax)

pleasure (amon’s birthday present 2023-> this is sex/smut so proceed with caution)

a fool’s errand (role swap au—aka the au where amon is rich and hya is the butler)

laundry (role swap au)

wedding invitation (role swap au—amon being friends with myrtus makes me insane actually)

i know what you’re saying (amon & hya slums au)

[lavellane]

WHY AM I SO BAD AT BEING MEAN IN THE BEING MEAN UNIVERSE :(

[pastafossa]

Valentine’s (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic, SFW)

I CHANGED MY MIND AND HAD A BURST OF INSOMNIA/ENERGY SO I WENT INTO MY EDITING FOLDER AND FIXED IT UP, HAVE A SLIGHTLY BELATED VALENTINE’S DAY FIC FOR TRT SET ON WHATEVER IS THEIR FIRST SUPER RELAXED VALENTINE’S.

Rating: T for SMOOCHIN and TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF Wordcount: 1729 Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader Warnings: None except THE AFOREMENTIONED FLUFF, they are SICKENINGLY IN LOVE AND ROMANTIC ESPECIALLY MATT, you will be SICK I SAY If you have NOT read my massive saga The Red Thread aka the Daredevil Fic Longer Than The King James Bible, all you need to know is that Ciro is your adopted Mobster dad who took you in when you ran away from some bad folks.

Now let’s have some Matt fluff.

You woke to the warm, rich scent of pancakes and coffee, and the sound of a mug being placed gently on your nightstand.

The sheets rustled next, warmth sliding up over you in bed, and you sighed happily when you felt the gentle brush of his lips against your temple. Those lips traveled down slowly, meandering kisses planted affectionately against your skin, paired with low rumbles of sound as he dragged his nose along your cheek. You hummed, sleepily fumbling one hand up to stroke fondly across his stubbled jaw, almost a full beard now. “Morning I take it?”

“Mhm.” He nuzzled at you until you sleepily tipped your head up to accept his fond kiss. The touch of his lips was nothing but glowing warmth, honey and sunlight on your tongue as he sighed, working his mouth slowly, contently against yours. You could never resist letting him kiss you like this in the soft morning light, as if all the world could take care of itself for a bit while he held you close for just a little longer. Only once he’d drunk his fill did he pull back, just far enough that he could speak, smiling at you as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Happy Valentine’s.”

“It is Valentine's, isn’t it? We actually made it in one piece this time.” Your smile grew wider and so did his as he dipped to kiss you again, your quiet huff of amusement breaking against his grin. “No disasters, no injuries. Mm, wait, you sure you’re not hurt?”

“I stayed away from bullets last night just for you,” he whispered, smirking when you let out a quiet laugh. “Nothing’s in the way today. Just you…” He kissed you again, and then again, over and over as his words dropped into a quiet purr, “...and me… All day. Being romantic.”

“Romantic? And all day?” You arched your brows at him in faux shock. “Something tells me you have a plan.”

He propped himself up with one arm, head in his hand as he smiled down at you, his dark eyes almost grey in the gentle light of morning. “I might,” he teased, his voice warm and still a little thick with sleep. “Even if I hadn’t needed to make reservations for dinner and the Ferris Wheel ride after, or buy what I needed for special pancakes this morning, I kind of needed to plan ahead to get a custom box of chocolate from See’s Candy. They get pretty busy this time of year, as you can imagine.”

Your eyes widened and your head snapped towards the bedroom doorway as if you’d somehow be able to see the familiar white box of chocolate wherever he’d hidden it away.

He… couldn’t have known. You’d never told him, not once.

“You—how did you—”

“I may or may not have spent some time on the phone with Ciro,” he admitted, the fingers of his free hand coming down to run fondly down your cheek. “He went down the menu with me so I could get all of your favorites, along with a few new flavors he thought you might like. Apparently he’s kept your list of favorites all these years.”

See’s Candy.

It was… one of the first things Ciro had encouraged you to try after pulling you off the streets. He’d escorted you into the store the second he’d seen your eyes linger on the storefront you’d both passed by a week later.

You’d never forgotten the gleaming black-and-white floors and the pure white counters, the interior constructed of crisp, clean lines, endless walls lined with shelves holding snow-white boxes and candies wrapped in shiny gold foil. Even more chocolate was on display behind the pristine glass beside the register, mountains and mountains of truffles and fudge and caramels, the air so very rich and sweet in a way you’d never experienced before.

To an escaped lab rat like you, a place like that had seemed the height of luxury after all the scrounging in dumpsters, after the years of eating a set rotation of seven meals chosen for nutrition over pleasure. And in that moment, you’d known there would never be better chocolate than what you could find there.

“I… can I… get one?”

“And which one would you like?”

“I… don’t know. I’ve never had one.”

“Then we will try all of them, I think. Everyone should have a favorite or five.”

“I haven’t had any See’s since Los Angeles,” you whispered, as Matt’s thumb swiped away a hint of wetness that had gathered at the corner of your eye. “I could never risk it. But now they’re back, like they knew I was home again. Jesus, you can’t just romantically sucker-punch me like that. A little warning, Matt.”

“I can take it back if you like—”

“Don’t you dare,” you growled as if you didn’t still have a few tears in your eyes. Matt huffed out a quiet laugh, little crinkles forming at the corner of his eyes. “This is—you keep your hands off that box unless it’s to share with me.”

He arched his brows skeptically. “You’d actually share with me?”

“With you, yes.” You shot him a look. “But anyone beyond these doors will get their hand bitten off.”

“Residents only,” he agreed with a grin, catching your hand and lifting it to his mouth, pressing his lips warmly to the engagement ring on your finger before he tangled his fingers with yours. “I’ll be sure to warn any guests. Our candy.”

“Our candy.”

“Agreed. Now,” he murmured, and though he tried to keep his voice steady, he couldn’t quite hide the eager note creeping into his voice. “Are you going to tell me what that gift under the bed is that you have all wrapped and tied with the bow?”

“I will not,” you said with a huff, ignoring his sad pout. “You don’t get that until later even if we both know that you know it’s a vinyl record. That’s the big gift, to be played after breakfast.”

And, hopefully, it would make Matt feel as good as the candy had made you feel. It wasn’t every day you managed to hunt down a record his dad had loved to play. That had taken a little work, and a few discussions of your own with Maggie, but it had paid off.

Thank God for your respective parents.

“During?” he tried hopefully.

“After.” You leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose, grinning when he immediately ducked to kiss you again. “Mm, after the pancakes. I’m not—mmph—missing out on Matt Murdock pancakes. Even better than your waffles.”

“Our waffles.Our pancakes.”

“Right, how could I forget?” you said with a grin, letting out a laugh as he rolled off you before he reached in to gather you up off the bed. “Matt, Matt—”

“It’s for the pancakes,” he said with a smirk as he lifted you up. You at least managed to clumsily snatch your mug of coffee up on the way past the nightstand. “They’re almost ready, and I’ve decided we should eat out there. We might end up back in here later, and the last thing we need is maple syrup on the sheets.”

“Heaven forbid it clash with the… the blood…”

And you lifted a hand to your mouth as Matt stepped through the door and then stopped, letting you take it in. Because draped between every last ceiling beam was…

Flowers.

Somehow, at some point, after you’d fallen asleep, Matt had apparently gone up the ladder and gotten to work. Garland after garland now hung from the ceiling wherever you looked, a riot of color splashed in shades of brilliant red and bold blue, regal purple and blazing yellow. Woven in and out of those splashes of color were green vines thick with leaves and the faint glimmer of twinkle lights until the whole of the ceiling seemed less manmade and more a forest at night, a canopy of color arranged just for you.

“They’re… they’re silk so there’s no scent to bother me,” he told you nervously, licking his lips as he awaited your reaction. “Foggy said they were colorful, and Karen put little braille labels on the petals so I could make sure I didn’t push clashing colors next to each other. I can’t… tell if that all worked out, obviously, but I thought… it felt nice. Do you… like it?”

Did you like it?

This man—

This man had literally gone up to the fucking ceiling for hours to create a romantic forestscape for you, after tracking down the chocolates you’d loved when you were sixteen, and he was still wondering…

“I know I keep saying this,” you said, your voice half-choked. “But—”

“Good tears or bad tears?” he whispered against your temple, shifting on his feet.

“Good tears. Now hush. I’m trying to compliment you.”

“Sorry.” He kissed your temple and you could feel the relieved grin break across his face, a heavy breath leaving him. “Just wanted to make sure.”

You reached up to wipe at your eyes quickly, before you smiled up at him, reaching up to cup that perfect face of his. Those dark eyes drifted around, glimmering with affection and all the love in the world you could ever want. You brought him in close until you could kiss his chin, his eyes fluttering closed. “I don’t know how you’re real,” you told him with a sigh. “But somehow you are, and you’re here with me, and it’s… the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Even after… everything that’s—”

“I’d walk through it all again for you in a heartbeat.” You kissed him again, and this time it was his turn to draw in a shaky breath, his turn for his breath to hitch as you whispered, “In an absolute heartbeat, Matt. Never doubt that.”

And as you lay there later on the couch with him beneath a canopy of flowers, his head on your chest, an old record Jack enjoyed playing softly in the background and the scent of chocolate and home in the air, you couldn’t help but lift one hand to wipe at Matt’s cheeks, catching the bit of wetness that had dripped free.

“Good tears or bad tears?” you asked softly.

“Good,” he whispered, curling into you tighter. “I… I missed him. Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Happy Valentine’s.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”