#more works to be added later

[journey-to-the-attic]

one thing about ik is that she will always reach out

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[shopwitchvamp]

The Fall Collection - Witch Vamp design thumbnails

[odd-chips]

Here's a big post of some of my doodles of [Cap'n and crew] that I haven't posted yet! Couple are comics, couple are shitposts, you know how it goes.

(Also have some extra character tidbits beneath the cut!)

Cap'n (she/they) has become a Spongebob-adjacent "married to the job" type with sprinklings of "they are not immune to rose-tinted Company propaganda". Cartoonishly loyal to work, she's more upset about lying to the boss about her condition over actually becoming a monster on work time (though she isn't particularly a fan of being a monster, either).

Skeets (she/her) was already implied to be pretty optimistic and curious, but I've doubled down on this. She's constantly curious about entities and the state of her co-workers, asking questions and absorbing new information. She's also extremely lucky when it comes to encountering entities.

Mav (she/him), as implied by her nearly leaving Cap'n behind in the first comic, has become a "I won't hesitate, bitch" bitch. Split second decisions aren't an issue for her, she WILL shoot first and ask questions later. (She also now has a gambling addiction, haha. LOVES betting credits on things)

Kid (he/him) is now Irish. I will not elaborate. He's kind of literally the same otherwise. He's also in major inherited debt because of a Company-caused clerical error, but don't worry about it.

Uh. That's about it, I suppose!

[fatuismooches]

A compilation of a few notes in no particular order written by two odd scholars found by the Traveler on their journey throughout Sumeru. Some of the words have been crossed out or lost to time, making them illegible.

Forgotten Note (found in the desert inside a huge Ruin Golem)

[A page torn from someone's notebook that seems to be hastily written and forgotten.]

... I can't believe what I've just witnessed. We spent DAYS traveling out here to the desert because Zandik wanted to tinker with that huge robot for ages. Me too of course, but that's not the point. Here he was just a few moments ago, brimming with excitement at being able to pilot it. It was cute...

... And then not even a minute later, he was hunched over, clutching his stomach and mouth. I was initially concerned, but he merely waved me off and began writing at the speed of light, still holding back the urge to throw up. And that's when I realized this fool was ███-███...

... Zandik was going to give it one more go but I quickly stopped him. I wasn't about to have him getting sicker than he already was. Tried to fight me on it but he was dizzy enough to take himself out. He's currently grumbling at me in the corner, but he'll get over it...

... Silly man, he let me put his head on my lap while he rested. Good thing I packed some light snacks... but note to self: for the foreseeable future, don't let Zandik into any kind of transportation. Hopefully, he'll outgrow it one day though...

—

Zandik's Note (found on the edge of Sumeru near Fontaine)

[A short note containing idle thoughts - the lack of importance may have caused it to be discarded.]

... There is an area in the desert that provides a clear and close view of the neighboring nation, Fontaine. [Name] insisted on showing me it as we happened to be close by...

... I'm not particularly interested in that land, but there are some things that may be worth looking into. [Name], however, wants to get academic leave to do some research there - more truthfully, they want to try out the macarons. How typical of them...

I suppose it's not the worst idea. They are an excellent partner, plus the extra ███ would be useful for my ███ research, and I'd make sure those people would never know...

... Regardless, there's no rush. Perhaps one day we can go...

—

[Name]'s Observation Log - Page 34-35 (found in the rainforest inside a tree hollow)

[A page torn from an observation log wedged deep inside a tree, preserving a little bit of its contents - it seems the writer wanted to hide it.]

... Day 1 of my first expedition with Zandik. Of course, every course comes with a dreaded group project but I am happy to be paired with him. Zandik, however, not so much. He's barely spoken to me the whole time. Well, he barely speaks to anyone in general, guess that's part of the reason other students refer to him as ███ ███. But I literally live with him, don't I deserve some special privilege?...

... Day 2 of my first expedition with Zandik. I looked a bit at his notes last night so I could start drafting the research report, but then he snatched them away when he noticed. He's extra grumpy at me now. I wonder what kind of things he writes about...

... Day 3 of my first expedition with Zandik. We've gotten a lot of stuff done but he seems far more interested in ███ than looking at plants. There's this one ruin in the distance he keeps eyeing. I bet if I wasn't here, he'd be there. If I present him with a ███ ███ of each type, would he finally talk to me? Hmm, that'd be hard to hide from the sages though...

... Day 4 of my first expedition with Zandik. I lied and said there was a better spot to get samples and brought him to that ruin. Long story short and after a lot of annoyed Zandik later, we made it in. When the killing machines awakened, it seemed he had a bright idea and had begun instructing me to hit them in a very precise way. Well, he certainly knows how to use someone efficiently... After all of that, all of a sudden he had found his voice and began shooting off orders to fetch this tool or that textbook and so on. Never got a thank you but he compensated with some loud, excited mumbles...

... Day 5 of my first expedition with Zandik. Thanks to Zandik actually doing his share of the work, we finished the fieldwork quickly. I showed him what I had so far and he seemed pleasantly surprised, although his expression was still flat. As we worked, he wasn't as talkative as he was yesterday, but the silence wasn't awkward like before. Well, as long as I get paired with Zandik, I think I'll survive this semester, and it'll be a bonus if he warms up to me. Speaking of warming up to me, Zandik wants to come back to the ruin we went to yesterday - with me too!!!!! It'll be our little secret that no one will find out. I think I got on his good side a bit, he looks cute when he's smiling. His teeth are even sharper up close.....

—

Nearly Torn Note (found inside an ancient book in the House of Daena)

[A small paper that has nearly been ripped in half, but some of the words are still cohesive.]

... I ███ them. Why are they here? I told them I did not need help, nor was I interested in assisting them. But they're here anyway. Of course they are. When are they not? Is there ever a moment when they're not constantly chirping in my ear? No, of course not. I'm ███ to live with them after all...

... With their ███ smell wafting through the dorm after a shower, or the scent of their cooking that they specially make ███ ███...

... Their stupid voice is prattling away right now, and I ███ how I do ███ find it irritating. My mind seems to automatically ███ ███ anything their ███ mouth says...

... I found their touch repulsive, but now I ███ for them to...

... There is something wrong with ███...

[At the bottom lays a tiny doodle of someone, presumably the person who occupied Zandik's mind, and has been intensely scratched off.]

—

Collaborative Note (found in an old camp near the woods)

[An abandoned note that appears to be written by two people. The top half is messily written and smudged thanks to the large amount of ink spills and blots. The second half is neater but the writer seems to have given up.]

... My ███ is a ███. Thanks to ███ help, we were able to acquire numerous ███ to help with the ███ ███. Were it not for them, there could have been a great ███ in my ███...

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...Alright, that's it. Zandik is banned from writing notes now. I'm drawing the line. I bought five pens with us, and he has broken four of them so far. It's barely been a few hours! I still don't know how he does it- okay well now he's tapping me impatiently to write down his thoughts. Best get on it before he breaks this one and starts using ███ as ink...

...After a series of ███ were conducted, it has been concluded that it may be ███ for a ███ ███ to be ███-███. Wait... all the ink is on my hand now! And it smudged more!! Ugh!!!...

... I'm going to start forcing him to wear gloves... he's getting his inked hands all over me... at least we can shower ███!...

—

Paimon and the Traveler reviewed the notes they found contemplatingly - it was definitely not all of them, considering how hidden many of them were - but they found themselves oddly intrigued by the multitude of notes left by these two characters. Paimon was more interested in the love story part.

"You know, Paimon's not too sure... she's getting some mixed vibes from Zandik here... he seems kind of a big meanie to [Name] to be honest!" The Traveler watched in amusement as Paimon got grumpy on your behalf.

"... But he does seem to lighten up sometimes. Maybe he's not as bad as we think. Guess we can't piece together their relationships just from some notes, eh?"

"Well, Paimon thinks they seemed like a cute couple, well, minus for some things. Mostly, um... Zandik's oddness which you can't really excuse but I guess it's okay because they're long dead! Still, [Name] sure had strange taste in men..."

[makiswirl]

can i just say. and this is probably a niche hill to die on. that i am so gobsmacked every time someone vaguely hints at the idea that jotaro doesn't care meaningfully for the other crusaders, usually particularly kakyoin and joseph, when those two actually tend to be the ones he reacts to being hurt the hardest

like he cares for his loved ones!!!! that literally plays into his character motives in every single part he shows up in!!! stop lying to me!!!!!!!

[joshuamj]

In Time and Stars

[atrophiedemotion]

till & clothing symbolism

this isn't anything awfully deep or profound, but i think it's a really interesting connection vivinos makes with till's clothing and his level of rebellion.

throughout (canon) alien stage, we always see till wearing long sleeves and occasionally fingerless gloves when he's outside of anakt garden.

he's shown to be in isolation, collared or leashed in one way or another, in specifically restrictive clothing. and though it's not like long sleeves are exactly restraining per say, it's the visual that matters. the way urak dresses him in everyday life is a visual representation of the control they put over him.

the only time (so far) we've ever seen till wear short sleeves is in round 2. r2, where he rebels against the rules and very principles of alien stage and sabotages his opponent by performing his own song and not letting him sing.

till is the freest we've ever seen him (aside from the meteor shower), unrestrained and proud of himself even when he's punished afterwards. it symbolizes his individuality and the decision he makes for himself in the round. to perform his own song, open up about his feelings for mizi, and guarantee his win despite his blatant rebellion.

but when we see him again in round 6 after mizi's disappearance, he's back to long sleeves and fingerless gloves.

he's lost his will, his fire to fight, and it's blatantly shown in his r6 outfit.

we also see him in long sleeves and a coat in the nightclub scene, and though he acts out he's still overpowered in the end.

his rumpled clothes, while signifying something else entirely (that i won't talk about), are also a testament to his attempt to fight back. one of his sleeves is hanging off his shoulder but it's still on, showcasing the fact that even though he rebelled he ultimately didn't succeed.

on the bright side, till is wearing a tank top in round 7.

i can't say any more but his outfit for the round is confirmed on patreon to be a tank. so, his outfit visibly surpasses that of his round 2 outfit. his freedom at an all time high, his rebellion as strong as ever. judging by the till all-in cover and the fact that the r7 promo says he 'has nothing to lose', i'm really hoping we'll get to see till put it all on the line.

[arinmoss]

M I K U

[flockdog]

if i stop making furry ocs, i need to be put down

what do people think of these curious critters?

[froggos-art-corner]

Got bored and decided to do a redraw since I haven't done one in a while! Super proud of it since i went through hell at the begging of it <33

the og image [the commercial video on the awayfrompryingeyes website]

[zestest-lemon]

Pennyyy :]<3

Character belongs too hoofpeet

Speedraw under cut :]

Had to cut out a bit of the beginning because it flashed to much I hate that ibis does that but otherwise the general flash warning for speedraws it's goin quick

[vickyvicarious]

seeing ppl go "lol jonathan why are you admitting you found them hot what will mina think of you when she reads it!!!" has me go "*shakes you* you are going against the thesis of the book!!!"

I know some of why is dependent on knowledge of future events, and so people new to Dracula Daily won't be aware of it. But to be honest, Jonathan admitting his attraction to the vampire ladies is so, so important to me. On several different character levels, even outside of the entire book proving over and over again that sharing knowledge is absolutely vital (and is also an expression of deep love/trust/support).

Let's just stick the quote in here for reference:

There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips. It is not good to note this down, lest some day it should meet Mina's eyes and cause her pain; but it is the truth.

Firstly - he needs to keep an accurate record. This is his only place to speak freely, his only opportunity to be precise about what he is going through. It is vitally important for him to keep his sanity intact that he be clear and try to remain logical in this diary. We see him fact-checking again and again. We can extrapolate from other statements that he doesn't always mention everything he suspects unless he feels it relevant or possible to prove. For example, repeatedly noting Dracula himself doing things before ever getting around to voicing the theory that the Count has no servants (he collected evidence first, didn't speak his suspicions until they were proven). Or putting the crucifix above his bed and taking the opportunity to sleep elsewhere, thus pointing to feeling unsafe and possibly experiencing bad dreams in his own room (he mentioned what he does about it, but not the feeling on its own or whatever nightmares he may be having). Jonathan works very hard to keep his diary focused on a few things above all: what the Count/ladies are, what everyone does, what Jonathan observes or learns, his actionable plans. He of course expresses his fears and emotions at times in his diary, more than he can out loud, but never going all the way down the rabbithole of fear, hopelessness, etc. He tries to calm himself by sticking to facts (all the harder when something strange is happening), which is in itself a soothing process for him so that's helpful too. His goal is to make this diary useful to himself and to others, if he ever gets the chance to share it. There is a goal here.

And what that means, is that the things Jonathan writes in great detail are things that feel relevant to him. The entire encounter with the vampire ladies was extremely important. It revealed a ton of new information to him, as well as being a truly horrifying and traumatic thing to go through. Jonathan's feelings are as relevant as his observations/actions here, because both are directly affected by the presence of the vampire women. Jonathan can't move. He feels dreamy. He feels attracted to them. He cannot resist and in the moment a large part of him didn't even want to. These are all effects they are causing, at least to some extent. I know mileage can vary a lot on how much of Jonathan's attraction is just coming from him, but honestly, I can't agree with any version that doesn't have a natural attraction at the very least being exacerbated by supernatural vampire abilities somehow. If not caused or called forth by them in the first place. The way he narrates, with so much obvious fear and revulsion mixed in with the desire, makes that clear to me. He sounds like he doesn't fully understand his own feelings at the time, at least where they all came from or why they were so strong. It goes along with all the other symptoms he is experiencing, and the other abilities they demonstrate. And so, to keep his record accurate - it has to go in. He cannot leave it out. It might become very relevant later.

Secondly - Jonathan is honest with Mina, specifically. I love this about their relationship. I don't think it's so much 'I noticed they were attractive' that he fears might hurt her, because Mina isn't particularly shy herself about noticing both women and men as good-looking, and even admiring their looks while on a date with Jonathan (poor Pretty Girl in Piccadilly). He also called local women pretty in his first entry as well (though he did say "except when you got near them" so it felt a bit backhanded to me), so again it's not the noticing that's an issue either way. It's more that he felt actual desire to act on an attraction, or rather for them to act. This is unusual, this is a separate matter from noticing people are hot, this is something that comes much closer to cheating or at least wanting to, and he feels very guilty about it. There's no real sense that he is worried Mina will be angry at him, and there's no sense that he will ever outside of that one moment ever want to act on any attraction he feels for someone other than Mina (or someone Mina also approves of, varying depending on your polycula headcanons). I personally do kind of tend to view Jonathan as some form of demisexual so how much he even tends to feel attraction to other people is often a little wibbly to me, but that's kind of irrelevant for the point of this. We can also set aside the shared language of "kiss" between Jonathan and the vampire ladies, and how this may point to a desire to become available for being drunk from, rather than necessarily sexual desire specifically, even if that's the type of language used. With regards to Mina: he's not worried about being caught, because he is choosing not to hide. He feels bad talking about the attraction because it might hurt her feelings, but he'll admit to it regardless because it's more important to him to be honest with her. Jonathan hates hiding things from Mina. This actually becomes plot-relevant later on. Even when she herself expressly forbids him from telling her stuff, he feels anguished about it and is certain to ensure that records are kept which she can read later. He trusts her completely. Embarrassment, shame, bad behavior, or whatever else - he will still share that with her. The only times he doesn't confide in Mina are when he's trying to repress everything because he thinks he was crazy (and possibly may even have some PTSD-related memory loss as well), or when he and the other men are trying to make sure she isn't exposed to danger (which is wrong in several ways but this post isn't about that so I won't get into it), and of course when she tells him not to. Every single time he feels upset about it. So yeah, he's going to regret that she may feel hurt, but deliberately hiding things from her would be worse.

Thirdly - Jonathan admitting his attraction here is a huge comfort to Mina later on. I truly believe this. I've talked about it before actually, but let me try to rephrase a bit to keep it on the same post. By being open about his own attraction and experience with nearly being drunk from, he provides precedent for Mina's October 3rd trauma. It makes it easier (though obviously still not easy) for her to admit to the same kind of desire:

"I was bewildered, and, strangely enough, I did not want to hinder him. I suppose it is a part of the horrible curse that such is, when his touch is on his victim."

Mina never blamed Jonathan for expressing such thoughts. She wasn't concerned about the issue being another woman when she came to him in the hospital, and when she read his diary she never mentioned any hesitations or misgivings about this scene at all. But even if she had secretly felt upset before (I personally don't see her thinking that way at all, but for the sake of argument), I think that experiencing something similar would make her grateful for Jonathan's candor. In a moment when she's already feeling deeply unclean and complicit, Jonathan's earlier honesty here relieves her from a little bit of the guilt she is feeling. It lets her recognize her own lack of desire to stop Dracula as something he did to her, just like Jonathan experienced with the vampire ladies when he couldn't/didn't want to move away. It's possible even that Mina felt more explicit desire for Dracula's 'red lips to kiss her' but didn't feel comfortable saying quite that much - even if so, again Jonathan's account would be a comfort.

And having that account written down long ago means she has already internalized this. If Jonathan had kept it hidden only to try and ease her mind later, well... first off, Mina too might have kept her reaction hidden out of guilt. And even if she didn't or he told her then, a confession at that time wouldn't mean nearly as much or carry the same kind of weight, I don't think. It would feel like he's making excuses for her, like he didn't trust her enough to tell her earlier, just... bad stuff mixed in, which are all avoided by having Jonathan be truthful from the start.

[asklesbianonceler]

No. Ymir did not know a Ludwig.

A little Christmas gif(t) for @tarnishedbloodhound based on their fics and OCs 💙

Stills under the cut~

[sysig]

Smol made me this absolutely wonderful Pokefusion for my birthday this year, look at how beautiful:

We named it together - it’s a Sableep ♥

[altruistic-meme]

eight years, once again

hi i was reading through the prompts on this list and got some inspiration, so i wrote 1k of, you guessed it, hurt/comfort skk.

i didn't really feel like expanding any more on it or polishing it up more so i'm just going to share it here for now <3 please enjoy

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It was dark outside, that much Chuuya knew. Which was bad. The Port Mafia operated in the darkness, after all, letting themselves move in the shadows and the brief glimpses of moonlight in the night.

Everything hurt, Chuuya knew that too. It was as silly a thought as any other because of course it hurt. It had hurt the first time, too, and Chuuya had been foolish to think that this time would be any different.

It really did seem like eight years was the limit that people could deal with him before deciding he would always be a bigger threat than he was worth. Whenever he started to think on his own, whenever he asked too many questions, whenever he did something for himself… that was when he was no longer worth the trouble.

And if eight years was the limit then Chuuya was making a mistake now. It had been eight years for him, too, but Chuuya didn't know where else to go.

He didn't bother knocking, his fingers pulling the paperclip from his pocket and jamming it into the door's lock with finesse born only from hours and hours of practice followed by years and years of well-used muscle memory. The door swung open into a tiny apartment that was barely more than one room, a kitchen only halfway separated from the rest of the living space and a bathroom tucked into the corner by the closet.

And laying on his futon in the middle of the floor was Dazai.

"Oh?" Dazai said curiously, turning his head with a fake smile and even faker surprise in his eyes. As though he hadn't heard Chuuya's feet on the stairs, hadn't heard the lock being picked. "Is there something I can help you with, Chuuya?"

Chuuya wanted to scoff at the irritating lilt in his voice or the patronizing tone he used. He wanted to smack him and say as if you could ever be of any help. But the truth was—

"Dazai," Chuuya gasped, voice a broken thing, taking one wobbling step into the room and shutting the door behind him. The surprise in Dazai's eyes turned real as he sat up, eyes finally taking Chuuya in for the first time. Chuuya knew already how he looked: clothes torn, gloves and hat missing, blood shining through in the low lamplight in more places than Chuuya could care to remember right now, bruises lining his wrists, his neck, his face. "I—I didn't—"

Dazai shushed him and rushed over to catch him when he tripped over his feet trying to take another step closer. "What happened?"

"I didn't know where else to go," Chuuya said, ignoring Dazai's question for now. His voice hurt, the bruises on his neck probably deep enough to be hurting his vocal cords as well. Dazai's arms wrapped around his back, supporting most of his weight, and Chuuya had never been more grateful than he was in that moment. "I don't have anywhere else to go," he whispered into Dazai's chest.

"Okay. Come on, come sit down and let me look at the damage." Dazai had to halfway carry him to the futon on the floor, helping Chuuya ease down onto the ground before turning to grab a first aid kit from under his kitchen sink. When he returned there was a pain in his eyes that Chuuya wasn't sure he had ever seen before. "What happened?" he asked again as he started to pull at what remained of Chuuya's shirt and vest.

Chuuya did his best to help him, shrugging out of the material with a hiss before speaking, his voice still raspy, "Apparently my use as a member of any organization only buys me eight years."

Dazai froze in his movements, giving a startled glance up to Chuuya, before starting to move again with very intentional motions. "What does that mean?"

"The Sheep found me when I was seven," Chuuya said, as though Dazai wasn't already aware of this information. "They betrayed me when I was fifteen. Eight years."

He stopped there and waited.

"You joined the Port Mafia at fifteen," Dazai continued, pausing again in his movements to look into Chuuya's eyes. He looked—angry, maybe. Resigned.

Chuuya felt a mournful smile cross his face. Dazai's eyes darted down to take in the expression and his eyebrows pinched in. It was obvious Dazai already knew what Chuuya would say next, but he couldn't help but say it anyway. "I'm twenty-three and they betrayed me, too. Eight years."

"Chuuya…" Dazai's voice was quiet between them, barely a whisper as he took in the battered remains of his former partner. Chuuya let him look because really, what else could he do? "They must really not like you very much to treat you like this."

"I let them," Chuuya said. When Dazai glared in confusion, he explained. "If I had fought back and run immediately, they would have sent people out to find me right away. I told Tachihara and Hirotsu to make it hurt. That way maybe I could have until the morning."

"They probably sent people right away anyway," Dazai sighed. "And I don't doubt that Mori will send them here first."

"I know."

"Then why, Chuuya?" Dazai's voice was—if Chuuya didn't know better, he would maybe say concerned. Possibly even exasperated. Almost as an afterthought, Dazai added, "I thought I was supposed to be the suicidal one."

It wasn't a funny joke, but Chuuya felt the corner of his mouth turn up anyway. "You once told me that you had considered asking me to run with you," he said. The words still hurt to remember, how easily Dazai had whispered them in a rare moment of peace between them. One of the few times they had ever allowed themselves to be exposed that way. And what had hurt worse was knowing that Dazai had thought of him back then and had still left him behind. "I told you then that I would have said yes."

Again, he stopped and waited.

He could see the words spinning around in Dazai's head as he tore through them with a fine-toothed comb. He watched as his former partner wrapped a bandage around his arm and checked over the words for any and every possible meaning before catching onto what Chuuya wasn't saying. Or was saying.

"The light would suit you," Dazai told him with a slow smile. Chuuya returned it.

"Now I just need someone with an obnoxiously overpowered brain to tell me how to reach it."