#my terrible terrible little meow meow

[sapphicmuppet]

unprompted missing Kalina hours. is she the absolute worst ever. of course. Did she try to ruin all of the bad kids lives and/or murder them. 1000%. is she the best villain in this show. undoubtedly. I miss her SO MUCH SHES TERRIBLE AND HORRIBLE BUT JUST SO FUN TO WATCH UGHHHHH. Seeing her and Kristen bicker over Cassandra was so funny QUEEN COME HOME

[kaleidoramblings]

Never getting over how Paint the Town Blue and Rebel Heart were wasted on an Act where Jinx doesn't go apeshit even a little, despite having plenty of reason to.

Jinx in S1:

"I'm worried Silco thinks I'm weak." [blows up Enforcers about it]

"I think my sister chose a cop over me." [blows up Enforcers about it]

"I accidentally killed my dad and I'm turning my back on my sister." [blows up the Council about it]

Jinx in S2A1:

"My sister turned bluebelly and is helping her cop girlfriend gas the undercity." [attempts dual-sororicide and blows the Grey into Piltover about it]

Jinx in S2A2:

"My emotional support child who I supposedly developed a deep familial bond with was arrested by Enforcers and taken to prison." [makes quips at and gives the finger to an Enforcer about it?]

Seriously though, a person with zero mental disorders and no abandonment issues would've shown more emotion over having their child/sister arrested than Jinx, notorious overreactor, did. We get one (1) moment of seeing her haunted by her hallucinations and then... nothing. Cool as a cucumber, not even particularly serious, cracking lighthearted jokes and exchanging quips. Who even is this!

And why the hell has Jinx been lying low and refusing to go even a tiny bit ham on the Enforcers when Isha actively wants her to do so. One of Jinx's fundamental character traits is that she has A Person, and she wants to be of value to that person by fulfilling their goals (even if it's in ways they didn't ask of her). So why is she ignoring something Isha really wants her to do! Who even is this!!

And it's not as if Jinx is acting like (kid) Powder either, because you know what Powder did? Build bombs to use on Enforcers. With nails in them!

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

It is tempting to think that Sherlock Holmes was so emotionally repressed and secretive and obviously not great at handling the feelings of others (making Watson believe him dead or dying several times) because his own author did not love him enough. Childhood trauma. Deep in his heart he knew that all the time ACD spent with him he'd rather write about dinosaurs, and that turns a man bitter. And looking at some adaptions I think this is still ongoing - some creators still do not love Sherlock Holmes. They want his name, but they don't want him. Pleeeaaase let Sherlock Holmes be with creators who love himmmmm pleeeeaaaaaase my poor silly little guyyyyyyy

[lefthandarm-man]

Bucky Barnes // The Winter Soldier Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

appreciation post for bucky's hair in catws

[greeedsisland]

spot the difference

[cusn0]

“Please, tell me who you are…”

“You know who I am.”

a bit different version, cause i like them both

[bubacorn]

s02e04

[greenbirdgreen]

ive connected the dots

[kottkrig]

To Embrace The Shadow: Clairvoyance

Brother Lafayette has always been a timid man, and he lost more than just his mentor's protection when both she and her magic was destroyed. But even if he cannot see what's in front of him, there are some things that can only be found in total darkness.

World of Warcraft | Original Characters

Light Angst | Found Family (CW for some ableism)

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Brother Lafayette was deeply affected by the severance. The second when his link with his mentor and the others was gone, so was everything in his sight. He had been without eyes for years, taken from him as a ghoul when his will wasn’t his own, but he was never blind for long. When his mind found clarity after the trauma of necromancy, he met Mother Lucretia.

His sight was rebuilt with her enchantment, and she inspired him to follow her into the Forgotten Shadow. But when she vanished, so did her magic.

A week passed by. Lafayette hated how people started coddling him. He was a timid man who preferred to be a fly on the wall, and now he stumbled and bumbled around the village like a klutz. His shuffling was guided by only a cane and the memories of his home, of which he refused to leave, or he’d surely trip and roll down the road through Deathknell. Out there, he was a target for vultures. He had taken his phantom eyes for granted, and the thought that he might be forced to adapt this time was frightening. Mother Lucretia letting someone like him into the cult, where your main pursuit was power, was baffling to other Dark Clerics. It even baffled himself at times. He knew that the most uppish of clergymen scoffed at him, and it only made him want to retreat to the shadow of his mentor. If he was so dependent on hiding behind her all this time, what chance did he stand when she was gone?

People asked if he needed help, insisting that they could reach things for him, that he didn’t have to embarrass himself. Most of them didn’t mean ill, and those who did were already condescending before, but Lafayette eventually just told people to leave him alone.

Although he was the runt, he knew enough to tap into the Shadow, and it meant that the magic that he was reliant on could be attempted by himself. Together with Brother Cletus, they searched the archives for the spell, and they tried to recast it, but not even their combined powers was enough to succeed. Multiple painful attempts, all ending in disappointment. The humiliation of failure held Lafayette down like a pillory, and he couldn’t stomach submitting to the Dark Clerics for their help before he might cause permanent damage. In fact, he feared that they would continue to patronize him. Without his sight, he couldn’t escape into any of his books, and he could barely perform his duties at the chapel. The other clergymen probably thought him a burden, and he was so sick of being treated like a defect that he could scream.

However, he eventually learned that their pity might not be necessary. When he sulked among the cult archives, the constant blackness he faced was beginning to shift. Ever so faintly, if he turned to certain directions, he could see pulses of indigo lights. These shadowed heartbeats were familiar to him, as the spell of sight was construed from the Void itself. Unexpectedly for someone who couldn’t even enter shadowform yet, the spell’s full potential gave him the ability to look into the abyss in a blink. The cult was never far away from the powers they followed.

Lafayette’s efforts might not have been entirely fruitless. Connecting with the Shadow on his own showed him glimpses of the Void beneath it, and it renewed his hope. Though it was still mostly black, the path forward was no longer dishearteningly obscure.

When Brother Cletus suggested a visit to the site of the matron’s fall, Lafayette immediately supported the idea. The Whispering Forest was teeming with dark magic and sometimes saw expeditions from the cult. The site had been cleared some time ago, and despite his current hindrance, the trio would not be taking a massive risk passing through the forest. He insisted they seize the opportunity. Even if they wouldn’t find anything, he wanted to take part in following Mother Lucretia’s trail after hiding so long. She would have wanted him to challenge his fears.

No Dark Clerics objected to their expedition. They arrived at the Whispering Forest just past dusk, when darkness had begun to cover the glen. Zala led the way forward as their ranger and the only person accustomed to the wilds. Lafayette followed her, Cletus behind him with a lantern, and when the middle heard her checking on them, he thought she sounded nervous. He could only imagine how she felt returning to this place. Sensing his brave Sister’s fears, he began to question his own decision to join at that point.

The elf nocked an arrow on her bow when Lafayette yelped, and Cletus almost dropped the lantern bumping into him. Neither of them could tell why he stopped; they couldn’t see what he was seeing . The forest began to take shape in front of him, but it wasn’t as the others knew it. The trees, their branches and crowns, every rock and bush in front of him started appearing, devoid of any color except for purple. The objects in his vision had a hazy sway to them, as if he was observing them behind a veil; as if from a different plane.

Lafayette didn’t have enough words to soothe the others’ confusion. They sounded skeptical of his sudden shift, but he urged them to trust him. Newfound vigor had him swapping his cane for Cletus’s lantern and shuffling onwards through the hidden Shadow.

Although the sight was intimidating, Lafayette pressed on, as he saw nothing that would deter him. No beasts, no people, no creatures from the Void. Zala and Cletus let him usher them, and seemed just a bit envious of his supernatural sight, but they accepted that he was their guide here. They would simply have to adapt to his pace. He led them to the lake, Tyr’s Fall , where the Shadow Mother made her last stand. Manifested energies slithered in the air like serpents, but he felt nothing from them. They belonged here, and didn’t need his attention.

He searched the deserted beach. He tried to sense something that was different, of any trace of the event; there were footsteps in the sand that were refilling with water, and the grass nearby had been scorched, but they didn’t interest him. The others followed his direction, but were disappointed that they found nothing but memories of a haunted past. Zala accused him of being deluded by visions, and Cletus whined about getting sand in his shoes. Lafayette tried to ignore them while his hope still remained.

Then he saw it. He was the only one who could see it. Up high, perched on a branch in one of the nearby trees, was a single raven.

[kxmpfflieger]

Ludwig "Lutz" Kemmerich 🫶

Continuing the tradition of reserving all my detailed references for the secondary characters. In reality I wanted some bangers refs so I can get a lot of art done of him in the future.

[cmdonovann]

another one of the "i'm drawing my whole dnd party in corsets" series. here's raz. unfortunately i love him

also, here's a wip shot that i thought looked kinda nice

[bloodwards]

one of the kids did a skibidi dance mid-class again 🌚 and another one insisted on dabbing like every 15 minutes...... and I was so so brave about all of it

[lesbiangiratina]

For the love of god goodnight

[anakinh]

now here's the prime shinra fuckery i love to see

[perrenial-peonies]

not pictured, many more pages of this guy's dumb face (lovingly)

[binch-i-might-be]

have a lil sneak peek of my ✨secret project✨ because this part is absolutely sending me every time

“Oh, I’m sorry-”

“No, don’t be. It was- it was for the better. Just, you know, took me a bit too long to figure out I was…” he trailed off there, a familiar sense of nausea nesting in the pit of his stomach. Even after everything, John still couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. Fucking pathetic.

"Um." He made a vague gesture at Gilbert, hoping that would be enough for him to catch his drift.

Gilbert's furrowed brows inched up his forehead as understanding dawned, and John shrunk into himself.

“Queer?”

He cleared his throat. “Uh. Yeah.”

John trying to convey that he's home of sexual: I'm. you know. *points at gay friend* you know