#make them do my bidding

[ghoulodont]

i love that phantom is not only a bug but also a bat. our little critter

[egophiliac]

some (extremely) quick doodles to celebrate the glorious return of glorious masquerade! I haven't had a chance to do much personal drawing lately, but I didn't want to let it go by without doing something!

[star-ar512]

[deancasforcutie]

those intimate comforting touches they only trust from each other

Well, I'd sooner forget, but I remember those nights Yeah, life was just a bet on a race between the lights You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care But just believe in me, baby, and I'll take you away From out of this darkness and into the day

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Shinsou: I hate all those things that were like, “they used to be so strong and funny…. ThEn [insert trauma here], now they are a shell of what they once were”

Shinsou: I can be traumatized and still be strong and funny. I’m the funniest fucker I know

Tsuyu: yesterday you said that you wanted to enter a coma so you didn’t have to deal with an authority figure being mad at you again

Shinsou: both can be true, am I not allowed to have duality, tsuyu??

[kara-knight]

Jedi love bugs ft. Temple Guard Feemor

Post the first sentence/s you write in your WIP today (I happen to also have WIP art!)

People used to the scoured clean parades and squares of the upper levels and senate district complained about the insects that scurried and crawled amongst the lower levels of the city planet, pulled towards the neon lights of signs from cracks in the buildings but Feemor was glad of the little lives surrounding him. He smiled beneath his mask when a moth landed on his helmet. It made the hours standing guard over the scattered Temple entrances far more joyful.

@zillanovikov i have the first sentence. *gently hands it to you like a little bug*

@queerest-beetle :)))

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

The refugees in Sirion hearing the grind of metal and angry shouts and thinking it’s happening again.

[dreamlogic]

aye can i get a fuckin uuuhhhh

break. on my burger

[grimdarkfandango]

For the OC ask meme: 9, 10, 30. For all the blorbos.

let it never be said you ask for the least <3 ^_^

9: How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

Rhys and Key both: lol. lmao. lol and lmao. they have physical bodies only under duress. Key is probably slightly better than Rhys, because one of them needs to sprint out of danger and the other can misty step

Fil: has the body awareness of a toddler. falls asleep in his food. will eat until he barfs. will hyperfixate and forget to eat or sleep for days

Winter: somehow the most responsible of all of them?? training is as training does and that temple asceticism has ingrained certain habits in him. also all that cardio ;D

10: How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

HA. HAHA. YOU MAKE FUNNY JOKE.

Key is probably slightly better than Rhys and Winter, who've never seen a feeling they can't avoid (at least until Winter gets forcibly readjusted by Kitten into a functional person), but Key is also a workaholic runaway, so, bar in hell, etc

Fil has great mental health thank you (he left his baggage with his memories in an alleyway somewhere in waterdeep)

30: My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

babe that's the entire premise of all of their existences <3

without fail, so far? they respond by becoming better people :) (art imitates life <3)

[pip-n-chips]

my PC doesn't have a name because they're so used to getting called other things, like "little shit"

[sodrippy]

its hell on earth and stuff but i do get some sick satisfaction every time i show my dad im not gonna lie down and take his shit like i am not that scared sad kid anymore and i am also NOT your wife nor your mother so dont try that shit w me dawg i dont give a fuuuuuuck about you lol

[softshuji]

Any men out there wanna pretend to be my bf to get my parents off my case about marriage? I am so so serious right now.

[sysig]

Finally made it through (Patreon)

[emo-eyemakeup-evildude]

god it's so painful to watch Lucia try to reconnect with Kirsi to keep Ricon away but repeatedly pushing her further towards Ricon

[unforth]

Revelation: my whole life, when I've responded to sarcasm seriously, people have been like "uh...why you so serious... I was being sarcastic..." and it makes me insane because like... duh? Why am I not allowed to respond to sarcasm seriously? Why does it have to be treated as hOw DiD yOu MiSs ThAt I wAs KiDdInG? Basically: why is it framed as me failing when I absolutely knew it was sarcasm?

Anyway, this just happened with my wife (no shade, it's very rare with her as compared to like, my uncle, and I told her it made me uncomfortable, we're good, it was just the spur to the revelation) and I think I've realized why it happens and why it bothers me so much.

It's always framed as me missing something, but it's not.

I knew they were being sarcastic, and I chose to respond seriously.

THEY failed to interpret MY response.

Or: damn boy (genderneutral) sorry my Yes, And game is just SO FUCKIN SUPERIOR yall should work on recognizing deadpan. Skill issue.

[the-official-account]

Listening to her yelling into the phone, her friend on the other end of the line, and it would be so difficult to tell whether she was joking if her friend wasn't laughing and laughing and laughing so hard that she quiets and starts laughing too and I remember I'm not a fucking freak actually most people just aren't Black.

Like, all I'm looking for is solidarity, the ability to engage when you aren't the target audience yet I keep finding 'allies' who flinch when I inhale to fast and in am not even exaggerating.

I'm tired. Like, fuck it. Maybe I am scary. Maybe this average-height-in-barefoot-shoes black person with the terrible hair and neon socks that hardly ever match and rainbow pins and patches simply cannot dress the part of unthreatening. Maybe there is something about me you should be scared of. Run, scream, cry about it. You get away from me, and stop pretending your fragility ain't a better weapon than my hands could ever hope to be.

I keep writing poems on this same damn topic and people keep reading them and saying "but we don't wanna hurt anyone right?"