#my tags are so not in order my apologies

[nxwtonsxngster]

okay hear me out this is something @adoresbenho and i came up with on our late night facetime call yesterday

modern au, picture vince and jorge running each an illegal business (like dr*g or something) and they’re absolute enemies;

meanwhile thomas is vince’s son and minho is jorge’s, both work for their dads so are supposed to hate each other but they’re actually secret lovers??

the plot being about thominho being in love behind their dads’ backs meanwhile vince and jorge are fighting to ruin the other’s business and involving their sons into their toxic battle

add an hint of drama ofc, and maybe an enemies to lovers vinge side plot?

i’d sell my SOUL for this

[mobius-m-mobius]

You wanna hear a good story? Listen to this one.

Mobius + comfort

[tkachukisms]

my mind is a beautiful place full of love | last post :)

[canonkiller]

or, stop apologizing for feeling emotions about something having a character you think about is not a mortal sin (mobile version rough draft)

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

I think one of the reasons that kaladin can deal with actively killing as a soldier but not with accidentally (passively) letting someone die as a surgeon is the sense of failure (plus of course the obvious protection aspect and the whole me-vs-them mentality he only really starts to question when Shin joins bridge four, and he starts interacting fairly regularly with a light-eyes he can genuinely respect). dalinar himself said that he "love(s) taking responsibility for things", which is especially clear in the way he still can't quite blame amaram for tien's demise (because he feels like this is his failure, too).

like we can see in the first book that the deaths of the people he swore to protect weigh on him not only because of the dying people per se, but also (and I would argue: especially) because of his FAILURE to keep them alive. he always makes this connection to himself, thinks of their demise in relation to HIS own person and HIS role and HIS failure (cue the whole "stormfather cursed me specifically" thing). like, besides tien and the bridgemen (who we know because they are active current characters), can we truly say much of anything about the people he failed to protect in the past? the only thing we really know is how HE feels about it and how it messed HIM up. but the people themselves??

kaladin just has insane main character syndrome, and everything happening to him (first dark-eyed to have the rank of a light-eyed, one of the only surgebinders, guy able to survive multiple fights with actual shardbearers, etc etc) do the opposite of helping him dissuade the notion. I feel like I lost the plot of my own post. Kal is honorable and a good guy and everything but he is also pretty self-centered? which I actually find really cool because many times people who do objectively good actions are still kind of demonized if they don't do it for the "right" reasons (aka purely 1000% selflessness), but Kal explicitly starts helping the bridgemen not because he actually cares about them but because he needs a reason to not commit suicide. and when he loses bridgemen (especially in the beginning where he barely knows them) he always immediately thinks back to the other people he FAILED to save. he isn't devastated because that person in particular died, he is upset because he is very bad at dealing with his own failures and also terrified that the wretch will use this to lure him back onto the ledge. i mean, he loathes failure so much he was resigned to never see his parents again (who he clearly loves a lot and who he knows would welcome him back with open arms; it's his own shame that he can't confront)

he helps people primarily to try to make up for the failures of the past, an attempt to dissuade the guilt and shame eating him alive 24/7 (which of course never works because guilt is a very unreasonable emotion and as long as he doesn't change his mindset and confronts his own beliefs about himself and the world it will never go away.)

"do the fire sprin create the flames or are they attracted by them?" of course syl was compelled to follow kaladin around. dude keeps actively (even if semi-unconsciously) putting himself into the same role and situation over and over again in the hopes that if he can only succeed one time it will somehow redeem him for his past failures. literally every single thing Kal does and thinks and believes is rooted in the fact that he blames himself for tien's demise. he needs to somehow redeem himself in order to be able to live with himself but at the same time he can never be redeemed because letting tien die is an unforgivable crime and yet he needs to make it up somehow because the wretch is always in the back of his mind and he's actually terrified of it but he is equally scared of actually somehow managing to get over this sense of guilt and failure because wouldn't forgiving himself mean he thinks tien is less important than his own stupid (and, in his mind, deserved) feelings?

that guy is so not over his brother's death it actually isn't funny anymore 💀 please get that dude some fucking therapy 😭😭

[leafbunnysketchbook]

Oh hey another indulgent art piece. That's about all I have to say?

[shadedheart138]

The Blood We Shed, It Never Dries

His hand cradled the back of his brother's head, gentle and firm and there. He whispered a curse, a prayer, a promise of love. His voice wavered, broke. He began to cry, soft at first and then louder, louder, until he was crying and sobbing and holding his brother like the most precious of treasures, the most holy of all holy things. Cradling him as of he were a child, something sacred, something to be cherished. Should be be cherished? Did he deserve it, after all this time?

His brother certainly seemed to think so, whispering how he was so sorry, he was so, so scared, and how much relief he had felt to see him alive. Alive, alive, alive.

He didn't feel alive. He felt hollow, he felt small. He was small, in his brother's arms. Something fell out of his limp hands as his brother sank to the dusty, bloody ground with him in his grasp. He didn't look at it, it didn't seem to matter. Was he alive? Did he deserve to be?

He blinked slowly, hearing his brother's sobbing through water. His head hurt. He was thirsty. He wanted to cry, but he was too tired. He wanted to wrap his arms around his brother, this man, this simple, loving, amazing man who was larger than life, who was his rock, his shelter, his home. But his arms were too small, made of lead. He couldn't even lift his head.

Was his breath getting shorter? Or was he just tired? Was it evening into sleep, or was he dying? He couldn't tell, and that made him panic. His breath sped. Good, not dying.

But once it sped, it didn't slow. His brother gave him a worried look, then a soft call of his name. A firmer hug. His breath continued to speed, gasping like a fish out of water. Maybe he was dying. Maybe this was it. Why when he realized it, was there such a profound fear? Did his friends feel this fear when they died? His eyesight was blurry- ah, there were the tears he'd been too tired to cry.

" ... 'M dyin'." He slurred quietly, chest shuddering- was it with final breaths, or sobs?

"Oh, honey. You're not dying." His brother said, with a teary laugh. "Not dying at all. You had me convinced you were going to, but you didn't. You're safe and sound right here."

He looked to the side, and could catch a glimpse of blood and a limb and someone's face, a bandanna, a boomerang, an eye - before his face was gently directed away and back to his brother's chest, holding him there, caging protecting him.

"Who-?" He croaked, bringing hands up to grasp at his brother, his rock, his lifeline. His parent.

"No one you know. Not one of us. Not Tune, not me. Not Tune, not anyone you need to worry yourself with." Names. Oh, those existed. Kokiri didn't bother with names, they only had them when Link was there.

He wasn't Kokiri anymore. And he wasn't Link.

"... T'ne's 's safe?" Mask slurred, blinking slowly, grasping a little less tight at the Captain's shirt. One hand lost its grip and fell, before Mask sluggishly tried to get it back up and latched onto the Captain again.

"He's safe." His brother easy lied, keeping this child, his child, his brother, his son, in the sweet and blissful dark. Mask didn't need to see the Sailor yet. No one did. No one would see this field but Mask and Captain Link, Mask made sure of that.

"Good." Mask whispered, eyes fluttering. He was so, so sleepy. For once, he didn't snap at the Captain for holding him so dearly. He was tired. It felt nice. Tune was safe. Where was he?

"T'ne?? Tune?" Mask whispered, mouth full of cotton, as he tried calling for his brother. Wars gave him a sad look, with both joy and grief in his eyes. Who was the joy for, and more importantly, who was the grief for? "Shhhh, dear. He won't answer right now."

Mask shuddered. There was something the Captain wasn't telling him, wasn't there. He knew that look, that crinkle in his brow. He could see early gray hairs at his right temple, and he reached to touch. His hand was covered in blood. Was it his own???

Mask startled and pulled his hand back, leaving a very small, bloody handprint on the Captain's face. He was about to whisper an apology, but Captain Link cut him off. "Shhh, shh. Shh. It's not yours, it's not mine. I've got you. How about you take a nap, hmm? I'll get you all washed up and you can sleep?"

Sleep sounded phenomenal. But there was a part of the Captain missing, it was clear. Maybe multiple parts. At least a single visible one.

"... Sc'rf?" Mask fingered the edge of Captain Link's collar, leaving blood there. "You wouldn't want to see it now. All dirty. I'll get it cleaned."

"Mom?" Mask whispered, sniffling. "Wh'r's T'ne?" He wanted his brother. Tune's hands were warm and his hair smelled like salt and his eyes were sea green. Captain's were cold, too big, gripping tight, as if afraid Mask would disappear. Tune would know what to say.

"Don't worry, honey. Just sleep, okay? Just take a nap. We can worry about it later." Treating it as if it were another bloody spot on his tunic. Mask wanted to ask more, wanted to cry, to call out for Tune again... but his eyes closed. "L've you Mom." He whispered quietly, not noticing the way The Captain looked over the destruction before him. "I love you too, Mask. Get some sleep."

The Captain laid his son, his brother, his kid down on the dusty ground and moved to his other one. The one that wasn't moving, and wouldn't. Only sixteen. A giant scarf draped over him, like a burial shroud. Warriors held a limp hand, the only part of his other kid he could bear to look at.

"I'm so, so sorry, Tune. So sorry. I love you. Mask loves you, and he's sorry. He won't know how you died. Only I will. And I'm sorry for that. But he doesn't need to kill himself to attempt to make it right. I can't lose both of you. Losing you is hell enough. I love you." And he kissed the place where Tune's forehead was supposed to be, covered by bloody cloth.

Link went back to his currently sleeping child, hands curled up, only nine, unaware of the grief and destruction around him. Link stepped on the cursed, bloody, wooden mask as he went by, cracking it clean in two and then picking up his child. It wasn't Mask's fault. It was his namesake's.

He didn't hear the god scream in pain from it's vessel being broken. Mask curled up tighter in Link's arms and started to whine, covering his ears. He could hear. Link helped cover them.

Then he carried him home.

fin.

[gadzooksgalore]

Something really wonderful arrived in the mail today! Last year I had the idea to order a custom acrylic charm of my mer kids Ardyn and Mip, so I came up with some concept art and commissioned @xxfaylinnxx to bring my design to life (which can be found here)! She did a fantastic job with these two and the final product couldn't be more perfect. I went through Zap Creatives for the charm order itself and am very pleased with the quality. I still can't believe I have 'merch' of my own characters now, I'm so excited to carry them with me wherever I go!

[fatedtime]

The response to the poll was favorable, so here it is -- the application for my TYPE-MOON Body Horror Zine! Any TYPE-MOON property is welcome (FGO, Stay/Night, Tsukihime, etc) as are writers/artists of all experience levels. This is a non-commercial project, and is intended to be a pure celebration of body horror artists and writers; I want this to involve as little gatekeeping as possible. Collabs between artists and artists/writers are more than encouraged, as are getting your friends together and forming little thematic groups. I initially conceived of this as a bonding experience between the creatives I know, and I want to encourage other people to find common ground through the arts as well. Maybe even get to know new people and make some friends? That'd be awesome!

Because of the potentially graphic nature of this zine, participants must be 18+. The rest of the rules/information is on the linked form!

Feel free to contact me with any questions, either here or via the e-mail I've given on the application.

The deadline for filling out the application is September 5th, 2023. This is for my sanity.

Thank you all for your time, and have a great day!

[yaoiplug]

aside from thinking it would never work out, i think qingxuan and he xuan's dynamic becomes less interesting if you look at it through a shipping/romantic lense?

the way their stories connect and how it slowly gets revealed to the reader is one of the more interesting parts of tgcf for me (i read it years ago so i don't remember the details anymore but i remember not being able to stop thinking about he xuan specifically and how i wish his character study could have gone even deeper)

and idk for me, romance does not fit into that at all? i feel like it even distracts from what is actually interesting and complex about them

i agree omg, its fascinating like theyre like two sides of the same coin and shi wudu flipped that coin essentially, theyre infinitely more complex than what shippers make of them

[terukotime]

so i'm currently working on a predictions post for the alt fangan cast's talents, but in the meantime, gotta say, it's really making me want to finally show off my fangan that i've been working on even though i only have 6 of the characters drawn and don't even have the whole plot outlined yet 😩😫

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

Absolutely hate hate hate talking on the phone. It should be illegal.

Hate hate hate it 😭

[potatobugz]

meow

[squadrah]

Originally I was trying to keep these all within the same price range, keep most gifts made around the same time, and give the same amount….it was hard so I gave up and had my OC just get whatever amused them. I also tried to keep them impersonal or things you’d just overhear someone at a bar just mention or could be implied to like. Also I believe they value different things from price, quantity etc so really it just got more and more personalized till I kinda forgot the whole thing. Also there were originally pictures with everything but tumblr doesn’t like that so please settle for my descriptions. Also sorry for poor spelling.(I’ll send you some of the pictures privately and you can post them with their sources if you so desire.)

Risotto: Risotto receives three small gifts wrapped in simple black paper with golden bows. The first is a surprisingly heavy rectangle box inside is a set of 4 stainless steel knives two of the knives possessos hollow insides for one another to rest in. One of the non hollow knives serves as the center for the two hollow ones, while the last knife merely serves the purpose of a more filling edge for the largest hollow blade.

The other two gifts appear to go together. One is a small booklet about felting for beginners with several patterns to begin with, the other gift is a set of small supposed felting tools and cutters along with a plethora of colorful felts snug together.

Formaggio: Formaggio's gifts almost gave away what lies within with how closely they’ve been wrapped in obnoxious orange paper. The first gift is a small bowl with odd looking groves around, once wine from Gelato is poured in it reveals the shape of a cat.

The second and oddest shaped gift reveals to be a white cat with brown paws holding two strays likely for holding random objects.

The last gift was a simple light pink pillow with the words ”Are you kitten me right meow?” 

Prosciutto: Prosciutto received a dark purple gift basket with only a red satin scarf hiding the contents inside. The most notable item was two 8 oz boxes Ospina estate coffee “premier grande cru”  a very well known and expensive brand. The other was a black cup with a white skull at the very bottom. 

Pesci: Instead of wrapping his were put into a reusable burlap sack with a minnow swimming towards a fishhook drawn on it. Inside sat a tea spender with a shark fin on top, next were two tuna cans one filled with blue tuna themed paper clips the other appreid to be some kind of emergency kit with bandages, a pencil, matchsticks, a fish hook, along with miscellaneous small items. Lastly, a crab shaped pocket tool.

Ghiaccio: Ghiaccios gift were simply put in a black duffle bag with blue writing reading “Hold on let me overthink this.” Leading to a sad bag getting kicked before being ripped open. On top of everything is a box of A. Morin Dark chocolate tasting box underneath sits three resistance bands, two sets of four weighted bangles one set of five bounds the other ten. Another small set of kettlebells weighing 15, 25, and 35 lastly, new white punching bag gloves with odd triangles poking out of where the knuckles sit. Later that night it is revealed there is a set of 3 workout dice hidden in one of the pockets.

Melone: Melones gifts were wrapped a purple robe inside the arms of a giant (6.5) pink teddy bear with a brown bowtie. Inside the blanket sat a book of how to mix tea along with 18 small tins of dried separated ingredients supposedly for said tea. Lastly three non alcoholic drinks (three spirit social elixir, three spirit liviner, and Acid league Proxies pastiche)

Illuso: illusos gift was placed in a flat dark blue box on top of which sat a random assortment of local restaurant vouchers. Inside the box sat a necklace with blue sapphires, red rubies and diamonds . (exact words from a sight describing said necklace because I can give no justice.: An Important Sapphire, Ruby and Diamond Fringe Necklace by Bulgari. Set to the front with fourteen oval-cut sapphires (100 carats total approx., Burmese unheated, Gubelin certified) and diamond clusters interspersed by cabochon rubies and diamond trefoils, suspending eleven similarly-set graduated tassels, to the circular-cut diamond and cabochon ruby necklace, mounted in 18kt yellow gold. Signed Bulgari, made in Italy, circa 1965.)

Sorbet: Sorbet's gift was in an assorted set of neutral tones paper with bright colored ribbons attached. The first gifts were a set of two black and white coffin planters with a small bag of soil attached. Next was a small wooden box with gold certified playing cards with possibly an American president on the backs of them. Lastly, was a flat cardboard containing 5 million lira.

Gelato: gelatos’ gifts were in a simple ice chest bursting with colorful wrapping paper peeking out of a very fancy bottle of Limoncello ( D’Amalfi Limoncello Supreme). Buried underneath where night shot glass with an X on half O on the other half, “Whiskey bullets' ', and a black flask with" I finally quit drinking for good. Now I drink for evil.” written. At the very bottom was a set of steel knuckles with each ring shaped like a card suite.

This was amazingly detailed and fascinating! Thank you, holy heck, you put so much effort into this and I loved it, and now I get to share with everybody! <3

[neverendingford]

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[stuffedwithlove]

i need to reblog all my likes so badly ur honour