#ooooo this is pretty....

[nenoname]

It's still interesting that TBoB called more attention to Stan's control over his mindscape (And if you go with the interpretation that the lost pages are partial truths that are heavily influenced by Bill, then he's the one insisting that only someone with training should be able to have that much control over the mind.)

Meanwhile we have a memory!Stan. Someone who apparently knows too much and is rather aware for being a simple memory.

From the Wheel of Shame, we know Bill was able dig up all kinds of dirt on Stan but... that wasn't why he was there in the first place, was it?

Bill couldn't find the code immediately despite a memory of Stan opening the safe being a few hours old at most and decided to have Mabel try find it for him (The original concept of the ep had it far more hidden but this was likely cut because of time constraints)

Ford did experiments on Stan's mind which likely meant using Project Mentem and actually looking around his mindscape, and his only reaction was to comment on his jokes-- despite what little we the audience know being enough to render us sobbing wrecks

(yes I refuse to shut up about this part cos the book's intro is extremely underrated)

Stan was able to replace his memories of Ford with the swingset instead and managed to hide Ford in his Bar Mitzvah memory. And that's not even mentioning the lack of visible Portal and Stan o' War which noticeably show up in Ford's dreamscape (the broken swingset manifesting anyway pains me tho)

He subconsciously has misdirects for his secrets that are both silly and manages to disturb everyone too

And while Bill-as-Soos being bored by the vending machine memory is a joke that's basically the crew's way of going "hey remember the thing way back in the first ep that's going to show up in the next one?" and in-universe appears to be Stan slipping up, it's interesting that they had Stan input the wrong code when it's consistent literally every other time its inputted (especially when it shows up correctly in the very next episode)

It's even possible that the safe code that Bill found could have been a misdirect too but we'll never know since the safe got blown open by dynamite.

Stan was able to buy time by making his mind blank despite being genuinely terrified when Bill enters his mind (to the point that he breaks character and uses his own voice to yell), and could conjure up his living room (in colour opposed to his mind's regular greyscale) to make sure Bill didn't have enough room to flee, slamming the door in his face before the effects of the memory gun kicked in.

(EDIT: Random door analysis here)

And maybe the twins eventually told him that Bill had already been inside his mind after their W3 reunion, but all we know was that his conscious self was left in the dark for ages and wasn't really aware of Bill until Weirdmageddon.

TBoB showing McGucket's dreamscape also brings up the idea of the effects of the memory gun manifesting differently to each person. To Stan's mindscape, the memory wipe manifests as blue flames which immediately brings to mind Bill's powers but it's a far lighter shade (maybe to more closely match the memory gun and its eventual fade to white?)

The end of TBoB and the website poem also firmly reminds us about Stan's connection to fire but there's also the question if Stan himself is actually aware of it...

[satans-knitwear]

framed them nicely 🥰

Treat me ~ Tip me ~ More of me

[billiebooarts]

Nintendo but make it aesthetic

[m3-kk]

ARE YOU SEEING THISSSSSSSSSSS??????v

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THE LAURAL WREATH ON HIS HEADD!!

HONGS LITTLE FACEEEEE

(>^ω^<)

This man is just laying there peacefully with his babies all around him looking at them like they’re his world and omg and Raon’s little claws and omg hands and WAIT OMG UIS HAIR I JUST NOTICATED ITS LONG OMG IM FERAL

I CANTTTTTT ITS AMAZING

[localplaguenurse]

hii (this is my first time requesting !!)

I seen you do stuff for pantalone?.. and I was wondering if you could do a jealousy fic...? Maybe..?

Just something short and sweet :3

"It fits you." (Pantalone/GN Reader ft. Dottore)

Notes: No real warning, just a short fic, slightly oblivious reader ig, also you cannot tell me that Pantalone would not be an absolute simp for his spouse

The Doctor’s unexpected presence in one’s home would normally send people into a state of absolute panic. For you, however, it’s just another Tuesday whenever you see him or one of his segments in your home to meet with Pantalone. Sometimes they stay for dinner, sometimes they stay for tea, and sometimes they leave as soon as they and your husband have come to an agreement. You’re used to it by now, and today is no different. 

You give Pantalone’s office door a knock, and hear him call out yes? a moment later. You open the door and poke your head inside, spotting your husband sitting at his desk and a young man with curly short teal hair and a black and white mask sat in front of it. Pantalone smiles when he sees you, while the segment seems indifferent, perhaps annoyed at the interruption.

Your face flushes a little out of embarrassment. “Oh, I didn’t know you were in the middle of a meeting. Sorry!”

“No need to apologize, my dear,” Pantalone replies, “that is on me. Things have been a little hectic, so mentioning it must have slipped my mind. Besides, you’re always pleasant company, right Beta?”

Beta almost rolls his eyes at how sappy the Regrator starts acting every time he sees you. “Sure.”

“What is it, my dear?”

“Lunch will be ready in about ten minutes,” you tell him. 

“Very well. We shouldn’t be much longer.”

You look to the segment in front of your husband’s desk. “Will you be staying for lunch? I can have our chef make you something as well.”

Beta goes to open his mouth, but pauses when his eyes meet yours. After a moment, he breaks the silence. “What is that?”

For a second, his question catches you off guard. You tilt your head, confused. “What are you referring to?”

“Your shirt.”

You look down. “Oh, um… what about it?”

“It looks nice.”

You blink, surprised that was where he was going with his questioning. Even Pantalone seems caught off considering Beta’s usual behavior. Still, you can’t help but smile a little, laughing awkwardly. “Oh, thank you. This is just an old thing I had in the back of my closet. All my good shirts are in the wash and all, so…”

Out of the corner of Beta’s eye, he sees Pantalone give him a puzzled look. At this, Beta feels his lips curl. He turns so he can look at you more, and he speaks.

“It fits you very well.”

You laugh and thank him once more before you leave the room. You think it’s sweet that Beta thinks your shirt fits with the rest of your attire. When Beta turns back around to face Pantalone, he is still smiling, but there is something vitriolic in his expression. Clearly, he is unimpressed that the segment would make such a blatant remark about how your shirt fits on your body.

Beta just laughs. “You’re a lucky man, Pantalone.”

Pantalone cannot tell how much of this is an attempt to get under his skin, but he preys on Beta’s behalf that it is just a joke. Either way, the man does not laugh alongside the segment.He simply scoops up the proposal set before him and reads it once more. “That I am. Now, I think this is the end of our meeting.” He looks up over the paper to Beta. “I will get in contact with you when I approve of your funding.”

Beta smiles and nods, then takes his leave. When the door shuts, Pantalone drops the papers into his wastebin.

—

In the midst of his work, Pantalone’s concentration is broken when the office door opens. He looks up, wondering who would be entering without knocking first, and sighs.

Dottore takes a seat across from Pantalone, making himself right at home. Before Pantalone can ask what the man is doing in his home, Dottore cuts him off. “The Beta segment is wondering why you did not approve his funding or contact him once in the past two weeks.”

Pantalone chuckles. “Oh, simple. I told him I would contact him when I approve his funding. I didn’t approve it, so I did not contact him. What is the problem?”

“He wants to know where you ‘get off’ on ignoring him,” Dottore replies.

Pantalone clasps his hands together, grinning. “Perhaps I would have informed him of the rejection if he had the sense not to openly leer at someone’s spouse.”

Dottore’s mouth stretches into a grin before he cackles. Nothing more is said from either man as the Doctor stands up from the chair and leaves the room.

[nenekkasa]

my brain has been trying to brew a medieval high fantasy abernant au so why not have royalty portraits (got lazy, only drew the women #feminism)

[aq2003]

if anyone is a fan of dt's voice work/audio dramas like i am and wants to listen to something random they've likely never heard before (or if you're coming down from the tony-baddingham-rivals high and want to see (hear) him play an entirely different yet equally complicated guy) i recommend murder in samarkand! it's quite good :)

cw: explicit mentions of SA/police brutality, islamophobia, and suicidal ideation

(youtube link)

(official site: mp3 download/soundcloud link)

[kheyys-worms]

just some clothing doods ft. rido and azu

[voidshrub]

“‘S normal for Soldier to be the first one to wake up, but he usually sends Scout over to wake me - 'n this one was really early, even for ol' Jane. He held out his helmet to me, upside down - had a little gray fox cub in it!”

Hello hi I am Not Dead!! Finals are just kicking my ass at the moment! Despite that, I really wanted to draw this post made by my favorite Sniper blog I’ve had the delight to interact with, @leadshootingcupid !!! (GIVE HIM A FOLLOW ASK HIM AND HIS TEAM QUESTIONS RAAAAAAH GENUINELY THE MOST IN-CHARACTER ASKBLOGS I’VE SEEN!!!) Had a BLAST drawing this and actually doing a background for once! Now to never do it again-

[littleplantfreak]

Just a drabble/me musing about how vampire Tsubaki meets you and obv gets to sippy on you 🍷 Turns out I made it too long so it's mostly going under the cut. Oh! It’s thanks to Danyl’s vampire comment and Kiu’s art that made me wanna write more

Vampire Tsubaki who has pretty good control of his bloodlust, keeping a calendar of the days he absolutely will need to feed, either asking one of the twins for their arm or one of the patrons of the club who volunteer for things like that.

You stop by the club one night after hearing they have a really impressive line up with both pole dancing and singing, and although you checked with your friends, they just weren't into it so you decide to go on your own.

There you are, sitting by yourself as you nurse a drink the bartender recommended, waiting for the show as the lights drop, and a spotlight shines down on the prettiest person you've ever seen.

Long, strong legs strutting forward to the beat of the song as his hair flows behind him, wisps of black and red dancing on air before settling briefly when he puts a hand on the pole. It's dazzling really, the way he spins and twirls so easy it's as if he were made for this.

Tsubaki's bright eyes land on you when he dips back low, sliding to the floor and stay locked on for the rest of the performance. Rather than assuming the obvious, you tell yourself he probably can't even see the audience due to the lighting, though the way the constant attention makes you feel is very real.

Is it hot in here? The heat from your face and your heartbeat in your ears are making it difficult to tell if it's completely just you, or if someone needs to crack open a door to let some air in. Tsubaki finishes the set and the lights go out once more before the normal ones flick on, blinding you as you look around, disappointed that he's gone.

Tsubaki on his end is chastising himself for so obviously gawking at a patron, hoping he hadn't made you uncomfortable seeing as how you weren't a regular and you were by yourself. The least he can do is buy you another drink, right? So while you're chatting with the bartender about the singer who'll take the stage soon, Tsubaki parts his way through the crowd, eyeing your form, and drinking in just how much cuter you look up close.

When he puts a delicate manicured hand on your shoulder and asks if you'd like another drink on him, your look of concern turns to awe realizing just who is offering. For the rest of the night, both of you chat, having a drink here and there just enjoying good company until Tsubaki realizes just what day it is. The way his eyes have been dragging up your neck every so often when you tilt your head and how he leans in, as if to hear you better when really he can hear you crystal clear make him want to face palm.

It's not like he doesn't like you, because he does! It's just going to get harder to control the longer he goes without feeding, and he really doesn't wanna scare you away by practically mauling you when it gets to be too much for him.

Color him surprised when you nervously put a hand on his and ask if he'd like to go somewhere quieter. He can practically feel the blood rushing through your veins just from the steady thump in your fingertips, and he can't help his giddiness as he takes you to one of the back rooms used for various meetings or in his case feedings.

He asks if you're sure about this, he bites after all, he says punctuating his words with a little tap to his fangs. Once you assert vehemently that it's 'totally and completely fine'. He figures that's that and shifts you on the couch so that you'll be comfortable. It's not like you've ever been with a vampire before, but everything with Tsubaki just flows so easily it's hard to be anything but open.

The way he tucks your hair behind your ear and places kisses from your jaw to your shoulder have you shivering, the muscles in your neck moving and twitching beneath his lips. When he finally does get to sinking his teeth in, you barely feel it. If anything the sucking is what you feel the most, and god is it good. You get to run your hands through that smooth and soft hair that feels like silk. Get to feel your way across his well worked shoulders and down his spine. It only takes a minute or so for the rush to kick in, starting as a wave of warmth and kindling to a full on fire that’s got you arching ever so slightly against him, desperation to have everything he’s willing to give you building higher.

When he goes to place a kiss against your lips, he lets out a pleased hum, your hands holding onto him tight and he just peppers your cheeks and face with slow, savored presses of his mouth. Oh the way he looks at you, eyes full of adoration would have you all fuzzy even without the slight blood loss, and when he turns your head to the right it takes a moment to realizes just what you’re seeing.

He looks with you into the mirror on the wall, murmuring softly that red's your color, and it's hard to argue when you see your mouth and neck smeared with shades of candy red melding with maroon in certain places. Two darker pinpricks about an inch and some apart stand out amongst the palette on your skin, and you think that coming to this club on your own was the best idea you’ve had in a long time.

[nickisnecromancy]

the cutest deer in the whole world 💚

[emotionally-charged-arson]

Reposting bc there’s like a million new Ayreon people.

My 9th grade art class midterm, acrylic reproduction of the Theory of Everything cover, originally painted by Jef Bertels. Finished March 2019.

Genuinely some of my best traditional work to date. Ended up selling it a few years later.

[hellishgayliath]

I got my new tattooooos!!!!! I was able to get em in autumn colours and i just love them so so much ahhhhhhhh ❤❤❤

[anthyies]

bill sienkiewicz cass <3

[baeshijima]

born to teehee twirls hair fall onto bed kicks feet covers face in hands think about and write silly scenarios for fictional men, forced to lock the fuck in with assignments.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

deepavali deepavali deepavali neethaan di