#lmk if needs tagged

[pnkb1tch-archive]

arlo’s first love is the second girl he ever dated, an actress by the name of giselle dumont (fc sabrina carpenter). it was his first serious relationship, the two having met on the set of the first firesong film. arlo of course, playing the titular character firesong himself, and giselle playing the hero’s love interest, a female villain by the name of frostbite . they dated during the remainder of the trilogy, breaking up a few months prior to arlo’s 24th birthday (a total of three years).

for a time, they were hollywood’s it couple , a relationship akin to tomdaya. from stan accounts to fanfiction to fancams, you name it, the buzz around firefrost , their character’s ship name, was nonstop. when news of their breakup first broke, the internet was in shambles. who dumped who? did arlo cheat? did giselle cheat? it was a shitshow, putting it lightly. to be honest, arlo himself is unsure of the reason behind their split, for a time.

he and giselle had a comfortable relationship. it was never heavy on the physical side of things, and because of their shared a-lister status, following the end of the firesong trilogy they were often on opposite sides of the world for filming or press tours. at this point in time, he and giselle felt more like best friends than a couple. so, when giselle tearfully breaks up with him over facetime, citing their hectic schedules and distance as her main grievances, he agrees on the split. although he does still love her romantically, he’s not the sort of person to hold someone captive in a relationship they’re clearly not content in.

they part ways, and the space between them only grows. the press settle on a rumor that arlo cheated on giselle, and several fans ran wild with it, leading to arlo’s current “playboy” reputation. giselle goes dark for a while, reemerging on social media and in the press as she starts doing promo for her new hbo show, this happening currently in arlo’s timeline (aka present time).

arlo doesn’t learn the real reason behind he and giselle’s breakup until a year’s time, when giselle is publicly outed by a gossip rag. paps get photos of her and her girlfriend kissing, publishing them before giselle has the chance to come out as a lesbian on her own terms. he and giselle reconnect during the outrage and chaos surrounding her outing, with arlo vocally supporting giselle and calling out the publication behind the matter. having been out as bisexual for as long as he can remember, he and giselle grow close once again as friends, and he supports her as she files a lawsuit and eventually wins.

[dreamgirljune]

been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.

[iizuumi]

whoever decided to give astarion a gun ily

[mangostarjam]

you've been touching him a lot since he got back.

itoshi sae doesn't do anything about it — doesn't dissuade you from tugging at his sleeve or sliding his jacket zipper back and forth while you talk. doesn't comment or bring your attention to it.

but he watches.

you've been around him a lot since his plane landed, making up for all the time he's spent abroad, as if your daily chat threads haven't been enough. most of the time it's just the two of you, the way it used to be. sometimes his brother is around, though thankfully it doesn't seem like you've gotten any closer to rin since sae left.

other times there's a group, mostly your friends, a mix of guys and girls who don't seem to know what to do with themselves around him. sae is used to this — fame brings strange things to light — but you treat him as you always have, except for the touching.

you don't touch anyone else.

it makes him think.

sae has his reasons. he's never let your relationship get past that line, drawn in the sand. he's a professional football player on the other side of the world, and you have a life here. you have friends (even though you still call him your best friend), you have a job (that you complain about all the time), you have family (that can't be bothered to ever congratulate you on anything).

it wouldn't be right — to make you leave. to take you away. not when he needs to focus on being the best in the world.

(he is the best in the world. all those years ago he showed the U-20 team in japan the difference between them, the way the most they could hope for was dating a gravure model. sae never cared about that aspect. he already had you.)

he lets you touch him, but he doesn't touch you back. he keeps you at arm's length — where you're safe.

and then you ask him to be your wingman.

someone else — touching you? kissing you? having you? unthinkable. sae steps out of the shower and barely dries off before pulling on his briefs and pants. steps into his room and there you are, sitting on his bed, looking good, if a little sad.

he considers telling you to get your passport updated and catches the way your eyes trail down his form. maybe this conversation would be easier if he's wearing a shirt — your gaze is too heated, too distracting. you probably think you're being sneaky, hiding your feelings as best as you can, but sae knows you.

and your casual touches are ocean waves washing that line in the sand away.

sae walks towards his closet when it happens again. your finger in his belt loop, stopping him in his tracks. "what?"

"you were ignoring me," you say. "i asked if my outfit is okay."

your outfit is more than okay. "i would have told you to change if it wasn't."

"if you're going to be my wingman, shouldn't you hype me up?" you huff.

sae feels his jaw clench at the reminder. "no," he says, and his tone comes out cold. you don't seem to notice, falling back on his bed and testing every bit of self control in his grasp. "this is a waste of time."

he goes to pull on a shirt before he does something drastic. you're saying something, but it hardly matters when his flight leaves if you'll be on the plane with him. you've covered your eyes with your forearm, so you miss the way he pauses at the foot of the bed, teal eyes drinking in your form splayed out so defenselessly.

sae climbs over you silently, knees nudging yours apart, hands planted on either side of your body. "this is a waste of time," he repeats, watching with amusement as you take in his position. a blush sweeps across your face, but you don't push him off. that's a good sign, at least.

"what, you think i'm not worth being a wingman for?" you ask. silly. you have no idea.

and then you reach for his belt loops again, as if that's a totally normal thing to do and not something that drives him a little nuts every time. sae prides himself on his control, though, so he doesn't lean down to kiss you just yet.

"tell me," sae says, "have you become this touchy with all your friends since i've been gone?"

"n-no?"

it's cute, how wide your eyes get. sae leans down a little closer. feels your breaths on his lips. still doesn't kiss you — yet. "then i won't be your wingman. you don't need one."

"why not?"

do you know how breathless you sound? sae considers his apartment in spain, how he'll need to make sure the bedroom doesn't share any walls with the neighbors. the way you sound is all for him and him alone.

"because you have a boyfriend, now."

(companion piece to this)

[weepingalaxy]

if jeremy and michael knew each other, don't you think the bites would feel rather similar?

[wuntrum]

2025 horror pin up calendar!!

print version | digital (/print it yourself) version

a labor of love, truly <3 prepare for the new year with 12 suggestive (and silly) horror characters :) featuring characters from: american psycho, bride of re-animator, the evil dead, hannibal, jason x, frankenhooker, alien, an american werewolf in london, jennifer's body, saw, the thing, and scream! to see the full specs of the calendar, check out the pages above!

[nightjar-jack]

Something something "eat your heart out" or however that phrase goes...

Had one hell of a visceral dream the other night, and knew I had to makes something about it.

A paper collage of an anatomical heart made from pomegranate flesh. Made a few small digital alterations to fix the colour balance and not have them bleed into each other :)

[oh-gh0st]

i heart these rivals so much. maybe they'll kill each other. maybe they'll kiss. maybe they'll make ou

[jays-supersonic-dynamo]

self-care is making evil jay edits a la homophobic dog

[shepscapades]

4. Children of the Machine — CG5, Dagames

Follow me, we are children of the machine (We've built this machine!) Barely human in a city built on broken dreams

Ohhh I'm so so so excited to finally share my thoughts about this song!! I've been drawing and redrawing scenes and images I associate with Children of the Machine for... well over a year now, because some of these (the last one, especially) are images I had actually planned to post for last year's Spotify wrapped. The more the story developed over the past year, the more I imagined, and I think I'm finally really happy with my portrayal of these events from Xisuma and Doc's perspectives.

I always imagined this song as the opener to dbhc!Xisuma's Season 9 arc, but it’s also a great follow-up to Don’t Let It Reach the Heart, since it gives us a little more context about Xisuma’s state of mind going into a new season (given everything that happened in Season 8) and throughout the events of Destruction. I also loved the idea that the voice who sings the second verse and the bridge belongs to Doc, reflecting on Xisuma's struggles from the secondhand perspective of someone who is still slowly, painfully putting the pieces together.

[pnkb1tch-archive]

father’s day is never easy for arlo. when his dad was still his agent, they’d go to le gavroche for dinner && then they’d go to a pub for drinks afterwards, with derek getting tipsy and talking about arlo like he was his masterpiece, his prodigy. referencing all of arlo’s achievements like they were an offshoot of his own, like he was an artist and his son was simply the sculpture he carved.

now that they barely talk, arlo will try and call his dad, only to be redbuttoned, unable to leave a voicemail in his dad’s perpetually full inbox. he sends off a voice note wishing his dad a happy fathers day, sends him a nice tie and tie pin to add to his collection that his dad has a PA send a prewritten thank you note for. only ever responds to arlo’s texts and gifts with a simple “👍” leaving him unsurprised but devastated all the same. because fuck, even if he’s not his agent anymore, he still wishes more than anything that he’d at least still want to be his dad. that he’d be proud to have arlo as his son. because he still desperately wants so badly to be loved as someone’s son, even if he knows his relationship with his father will never change.

[voltaical-art]

whatever it takes

[ripe-beetle]

Cobigail my friend who does not drink blood

[spoopdeedoop]

STOP, SLOW, GO!!

[vulture-jack]

“If you see your art here and it needs to be credited message me” is basically just “Credit to the artist” with extra steps. Artists shouldn’t have to go out of their way to get you to credit them, if you’re running a blog or page using other peoples work its 100% on you to do it as ethically as possible and track the artist down before you go sharing their art. If it takes too much time, imagine how much longer the artist worked on that piece. Its not a clever loophole, its a sucky practice.