#p: leopold

[the-lost-lamb]

by Leopold Schmutzler

[deadsh33p]

your art is so edable

thank you! *dumps you south park fanart*

[little-candy-store-of-horrors]

Leopold I and Eugene of Savoy walked so modern Nerd x Jock pairings could ru- *a hoard of historians rightfully and violently grab me and whisk me off their conference podium to the back where there are sickening gunshots and I am never heard of ever again*

((turn on audio you will regret))

[frida-kahl-of-the-rocky-horror]

Also, I myself acknowledge I am faulty if this. Not really when it comes to Israel/Palestine but more when it comes to Belgium.

Back in the 9th and 10th grade, I was doing a lotta research into World History (for fun and for APWH). When I learned about the Belgian Genocide in the DRC during and after King Leopold II, I began to hate Belgium as a nation and Belgians as a people.

How could an individual own an entire country as a personal slave colony? 

How come more people died in this genocide than in the holocaust but nobody talks about it?

How come he literally put people from his slave colony into human zoos, and those humans remains are in museums?

How could a nation be so evil?

How could such an evil monarchy still be in power, that government still be in power?

Why isn’t this taught in Belgian schools?

How could a country be so evil?

Now, at this time, I was living in the Middle East. The population of Belgians was basically non existent, and I didn’t speak French or Dutch so my interaction with Belgians online was non existent. I was told one POV, one historically accurate POV, and because this was one of the only things I knew about Belgians, I hated the country.

And, of my group of friends who were mostly Middle Eastern, South Asian, South East Asian, North African, Jewish, or American, well, let’s just say that nobody really cared I was being so Belgianophobic

Then I moved to Germany where there were many Belgians at my school, and I realized that like 99% of Belgians had nothing to do with that genocide in the DRC, and blaming the people for the actions of their monarchy and government was a) only going to make them double down and b) lead to more harm for everyone

Also yes I acknowledge Belgium, the country, still has neocolonial control in the DRC and was responsible for what occurred in Rwanda and Burundi, but again, that’s the fault of the government and the corporate elites who crush the proletariat everywhere.

And, while learning basically just German history in IB European History HL, we looked at how propaganda spread, looking primarily at American and Nazi propaganda. One of the biggest tools of propagandists is to convince a people that their government is the only thing protecting them as a people from other countries coming in, destroying their culture, and that they should support everything their country does… Jingoism. And this propaganda used real world accounts as a way to prove it. 

“America should invade Iraq and Afghanistan because they wanted to destroy the American way of life. And we must do it alone because nobody came to our aid during 9/11”

Both of these are half truths

“Nazi Germany must kill all Jews because they stabbed us in the back during WW1”

This statement was largely built on bigoted first hand accounts dialed up to 11 and nothing more

“The non Belgians hate our history, we must unapologetically support it”

And now you have youth groups protesting the removal of Leopold II statues

“Italians must become militant, look how we are treated in USA. A strong Italy needs to exist for the sake of the Italian people”

Yes Italians faced discrimination (see Italian lynchings in USA south) but that doesn’t give you the right to fucking invade Ethiopia

“Israel must become militant, look how we are treated in Europe. A strong Israel needs to exist for the sake of the Jewish people”

Yes Italians faced discrimination (see all of European history) but that doesn’t give you the right to fucking invade Palestine

Once you realize you were the victim of propaganda, it’s easy to spot

If it seems like I've been posting a lot about antisemitism, it's because I've seen massive amounts of it coming from every possible angle and no one seems to give a fuck except Jewish people, who are called traitors and blood-thirsty Zionists for saying anything while "allies" look the other way.

I have seen so much antisemitism on my dashboard from people I previously trusted and respected as leftists and activists. I have seen seen indigenous bloggers, including many former mutuals, say the cruelest and most vile things and act like it's totally fine.

I refuse to be complacent in this hate and violence and cruelty and I highly suggest you all also think long and hard about why antisemitism is becoming so prevalent and explicit in leftist circles and how we're all contributing to it.

This is not a matter of "yeah!! Not all Jews are Zionists!!" You CANNOT categorize people as "good Jews" vs "bad Jews" and if you feel like you need to justify antisemitism against certain groups of Jews, then you are part of the problem.

[onscreenkisses]

K I S S O G R A P H Y : ↳ Hugh Jackman

CORELLI (1995) / Deborrah Lee Furness SOMEONE LIKE YOU (2001) / Ashley Judd SWORDFISH (2001) / Halle Berry KATE & LEOPOLD (2001) / Meg Ryan X2: X-MEN UNITED (2003) / Famke Janssen VAN HELSING (2004) / Kate Beckinsale X-MEN: THE LAST STAND (2006) / Famke Janssen SCOOP (2006) / Scarlett Johansson THE FOUNTAIN (2006) / Rachel Weisz THE PRESTIGE (2006) / Scarlett Johansson AUSTRALIA (2008) / Nicole Kidman X-MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE (2009) / Lynn Collins THE WOLVERINE (2013) / Tao Okamoto THE GREATEST SHOWMAN (2017) / Michelle Williams BAD EDUCATION (2019) / Rafael Casal REMINISCENCE (2021) / Rebecca Ferguson

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[elvisqueso]

10 people i’d like to get to know better

Tagged by @poetichibiscus ! 👋 Thankssss it's fun getting to know people on here

last song i listened to: other than the lo fi beats i'm listening to at work, I think it was either Gucci Gucci by Kreayshawn or Can't Sit With Us by Honey C. They're part of my "hype up on the way to work" playlist, lmao

favorite color: purple all the way!

last book i finished: ohhhh man i'm not sure. i have a terrible, terrible habit of starting books and not finishing them. i THINK the last book i actually finished was a re-read of Venus in Furs by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, and that was a while ago. Last book I started wassssssss either the Gottfried or Thomas of Britain version of the Tristan & Isolde romance (I kinda been bopping back and forth between them like an animal)...

last show i watched: slkfhalksd i think it was Yu-Gi-OH! VRAINS. i haven't had time to sit and watch a show in a while, either 😅

sweet/salty/savory: savoryyyyyyyyyyyyyy

relationship status: single and oh lord i have no idea how to mingle h el p

most recent google search: "can you buy me tampons text meme" <- important search

current obsession: the embarrassing obsession with disney's pocahontas is still ongoing. tbh, when you've gone out of your way to buy a laserdisc player because you needed to hear the commentary track found only on the 1996 special edition and nowhere else (bc you've scoured the internet for it and found NOTHING) there's probably no going back. incidentally, i think i'm gonna get into archiving media once i've made time to hunt down some more interesting laserdiscs to justify my impulse purchase with. (and if anyone wants a copy of that commentary track btw i made an mp3 of it all you gotta do is ask. just sayin'. just so you know.)

looking forward to: getting through this paralegal program so i can get a raise and maybe also upgrade apartments bc that would be Nice

Tagging: @subway-dove @anisaanisa @iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife @elephantlovemedleys @t3acupz @mandoratheevilchaser @devilatelier @spacedewey @intrinsicallydisordered @ithinkimaperson and anyone else who wanna 👍

[radiantteacup]

ੈ‧₊˚ 𝐀𝐇, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!

༊*·˚ It's Leopold's birthday and the day of his Coming of Age Banquet. After three years of being together you're both finally adults! The two of you spent the banquet lost in each others embrace, and stay that way long after its over. When your dance nears it's end the two of you begin to explore each other more, ad not in an innocent way. (Ps. I suck at writing summaries :p)

˗ˏˋFeaturing ´ˎ˗ Leopold Vermillion

˗ˏˋWarnings ´ˎ˗ Fem + AFAB! reader, Virginity loss, tongue sucking, Cunniligus, getting caught, Vaginal penetration, foul language, overstimulation, light dacryphilia(?), nipple play, licking, fingering, tongue-fucking, edging(?). Not Proofread (I’m tired lol)

˗ˏˋAlso includes´ˎ˗ Spoken Consent! (Queen shit), lots of fluff, very very sweet.

: ̗̀➛I was listening to this while I wrote this.

His heart is hammering in his chest, the thought makes your tummy flutter. Even after three years of dating 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝 still gets nervous when he's close to you like this. Looking up at him you can't help but smile, he'd grown to be handsome young man. Man. That's right, your sweet boy friend is a man now, he's officially 18.

You're pulled from your thoughts as 𝐋𝐞𝐨 dips you down, his hand cradling your back as you dance across the ballroom floor. His coming of age banquet ended hours ago with only the two of you still remaining but the music still played, though now the candles burned low, leaving the room dimly lit. The ballroom left a mess, gift wrapping, wine glasses, and platters of food scattered across the hall. Yet you two still danced, lost in each others embrace. It's like time stopped for the two of you, for two hearts that beat in a harmony for each other.

When 𝐋𝐞𝐨 pulls you back to his chest you let go of his hands, instead standing on your tip toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. He seems to understand as he leans down, both of his arms fall to your waist, his feet swaying the two of you side to side as he presses his forehead to your own. You close your eyes basking in the gloriousness of it all, nothing could be more perfect than this, than him.

When your eyes open again you find 𝐋𝐞𝐨 staring at you. The loving look in his eyes makes your heart buzz in your chest. You leaned closer to him, ghosting your lips over his own, smiling when he chased the kiss. His slightly chapped lips pressed against your own with such fervor it left your head spinning. His warm tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with your own. Before too long he took your tongue into his mouth sucking on it gently. The sight was nothing short of erotic and it left your heart pounding almost violently in your chest. Even more so when 𝐋𝐞𝐨's lips slipped from your own down to your neck, sucking pretty purple bruises into the delicate skin there.

A soft sigh escaped your mouth as you tilted your head to the side, giving him more room to work with. You let yourself bask in the feeling of 𝐋𝐞𝐨's affections as his tongue peeked out of his mouth, slowly licking a line down to your breasts. You flinched in surprise when you felt one of his hands begin unlacing your dress. Looking back down at him you could see the raw hunger in his eyes and feel the warmth gathering below your belly right before his recaptured your lips with his own. Slipping out of your high heels you deepened the kiss, letting your tongue dance with his once more.

When his hands got to the last lace of your dress he broke the kiss, his eyes looking to you for permission to remove the gown. Your shy nod was all he needed to drop the silks from your body, leaving only the tight corset and your panties to cover your figure. He wasted no time continuing his assault on your neck, making sure there was no way you'd be able to hide them tomorrow. You were pretty sure he hadn't even thought about that, too lost in marking you as his to consider the aftermath of your rendezvous. Especially if his older brother saw them. Fuegoleon still saw 𝐋𝐞𝐨 as his sweet innocent little brother so you can only imagine what he'd say if he saw you, Leo's girlfriend, covered in hickies. You're sure his reaction would be nothing short of hysterical. But you couldn't find on yourself to tell him to stop, not when you were so focused on the feeling of his big hands pawing at your clothed breasts.

Your thoughts were interrupted by one of 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝's warm hands traveling to the back of your corset, and the other to the hem of your panties. "C-Can I take them off? Please baby? I'll make you feel so good. I promise!" The desperation in his voice had your tummy doing flips but you couldn't say yes. yet.

"Not here, 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝. Lets go back to your room, I'd like to avoid any unwanted interruptions." He looked a little disappointed, but it faded quickly as he slipped his long, red cape off his shoulders and over your own before picking you up into his strong arms. Quickly but quietly he carried you to his room, setting you down on his plush mattress. You let yourself sink into the deep-red, satin bedding which cradled you gently while you watched 𝐋𝐞𝐨 strip himself of the luxurious suit you'd chosen for him, for this occasion. By the time he crawled on top of you, he was bare before you and you were even needier than before.

"Can I take them off now? I wanna see you baby. All of you. Pretty please?" The way 𝐋𝐞𝐨 pleaded with you had you growing wetter, god he sounded so hot when he begged. You, again, gave a shy nod before flipping over and propping yourself up on your elbows. Wasting no time, he got to work untying the laces on your corset, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder every now and again as he worked.

When 𝐋𝐞𝐨 untied the last lacing you tried to shuffle out of it but, he stopped you. "Turn around baby, wanna see your pretty tits." You blush at his words but obey nevertheless, turning over and laying on your back. Licking his lips, he slides the loose corset up and over your head, groaning at the way your breasts jiggle as they're freed from the constricting material.

Then, without warning 𝐋𝐞𝐨 attaches himself to one of your pebbling nipples. The sudden, unexpected feeling of his warm tongue on your sensitive tits has you moaning into the back of one of your hands, the other burying itself into his hair, tugging gently on the roots. You can feel goosebumps rising on your skin as one of his hands slowly slides down towards your panties. He looks up at you, asking for permission once more, but this time he doesn't take your half-assed nod as an answer.

"I wanna hear you say it, baby. Tell me you want this, that you want me." His voice was low and husky as he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck.

Cupping his cheeks in the palm of your hands you pull his face close to yours, his lips mere inches from your own. "I want you, 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧. I want to be yours, and for you to be mine. I want you to take me, and for us to be one." Your voice wavered towards the end of your confession, the intimacy of the moment flooding you with warm emotions. The look on his face told you he was feeling the same way, and your suspicions were confirmed when he kissed you.

The kiss was sloppy and rushed but it was still perfect, because it was him. When you parted, both of you were panting loudly, out of breath from the passionate kiss. But, with one final peck to your lips, 𝐋𝐞𝐨 began kissing down your body again, taking his time to worship every inch of your skin. Then, gently, he slid his finger under your panties, gripping the hem of them delicately. With a comforting kiss to your navel, he slowly slid your panties off before tossing to the floor.

You felt your face grow red as 𝐋𝐞𝐨 sat up from where he was on top of you, admiring your body with a look of awe on his face. Gently, his rough hands traveled your body, just taking in your beauty. Then, he took one last look at your face before he backed off of you, grabbing your hips carefully and pulling you to the edge of the bed. For a moment you were confused, but the realization hit you as he kneeled on the floor in front of the bed.

"L-𝐋𝐞𝐨 don't do th- mmh!", you were cut off by a moan as he licked a long stripe through your folds. You could feel your back arch as he continued to lap at your clit, the stimulation sending shocks of pleasure through your entire body. One of your hands buried itself in his hair, the other covering your mouth, desperately trying to muffle your moans. Gently, he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles on the little button before burying his tongue in your sopping cunt.

Your eyes rolled back, the feeling of his warm muscle wiggling around inside of you was enough to make you go dumb. 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝 groaned as he basked in the taste of your juices bursting on his tongue. Loud squelching filled the room as he messily tongue fucked you towards your high. You tried so hard to muffle the lewd moans that escaped your mouth but it your attempts were fruitless, especially when the sounds your pussy was making were just as loud. Whines began escaped your puffy lips as you got closer and closer to your high, your resolve dwindling more and more with every passing moment.

Suddenly your entire body contracts, and your mind goes blank as a blanket of euphoria crashes over you. You feel 𝐋𝐞𝐨's left hand pin your hips down to the bed before one of his fingers pushes into your warm cunt. Tears roll down your face from the overstimulation as he pumps his finger in and out of your gummy walls. Before you know it he's adding a second finger, and then a third, until he's satisfied with how stretched out you are.

Then he's crawling back on top of the bed. You can feel him plant a gentle kiss on your forehead before he picks you up into his arms. Then, crawling his knees towards the top of the bed. 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝 gently rests your head on the pillows before laying you down completely. He plants another kiss on your cheek before crawling between your spread legs. His big hands slide underneath your thighs, placing them over his shoulder before he leans down, whispering softly in your ear, "you 100 percent sure you want this?" You nod, a warm smile gracing your lips as you cup his face in your palms. "I wouldn't want to do this with anybody else, my love."

𝐋𝐞𝐨 feels his heart swell at your words, how did he get so lucky with you? With a final kiss on your left eyebrow he begins slowly pushing his already-hard-cock into your gummy cunt. You hear him groan as your hands gently grip his shoulders. He continues pushing into you until he's buried to the hilt inside your warm pussy. He pauses for a moment, drunk on the feeling of you, of him inside of you.

It isn't until you mumble a soft, "please", that he comes back to his senses. When he does though, he sets a slow pace, drawling his hips back and pushing back in, savoring the moment as much as possible. After a minute or two, he's picking up the pace, thrusting into with more fervor than before. You begin moaning again, that feeling of euphoria drawing closer and closer as 𝐋𝐞𝐨's big cock pounds into your pulsating cunt. "Mhhh, Leo. Fuck, please!" You're so close to cumming, so close to that slice of heaven when you feel your heart drop and you blood run cold.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧! Open this damn door at once!" This booming voice of Fuegoleon sent both of you into panic mode. What was a romantic night of love making, had turned into the two of you trying to get dressed in a hurry without even a moments notice. You slipped your underwear on, desperately trying to find your dress. Then, the realization hit you like a cold bucket of water, your dress was in the ballroom. You turned to look at 𝐋𝐞𝐨, but the look in his eyes told you he'd realized it too. Rushing to his armoire he grabbed a T-shirt and some pants he'd outgrown ages ago and tossed them to you.

By the time the two of you opened the door it'd been a good 5 minutes, but whether it'd been 5 minutes or 5 hours no amount of time would prepare for the pure mortification you felt in this moment. Fuegoleon, your captain was glaring at you like you'd just killed his dog with your dress in his hand, and Mereoleona, the strongest woman you'd ever met, was laughing her ass off behind him.

After 2 painfully long minutes of silence Fuegoleon spoke while tossing you your dress, " I trust that you both know how much trouble you're in." You both nodded too scared to speak, as he stood there staring angrily at both of you. Sure, it was going to suck later, but you didn't regret what you and 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝 shared, not one bit. Even if you weren't able to finish, just the feeling of being one with him was enough for you.

[southparkhcsocs]

Hii! Could you maybe do the main four + butters (if wanted ofc!) with a s/o who looks really mean on the outside but is like the nicest person in the inside!! If you do thank youuu! x3 ♥︎

Also do u accept anons? If you do, could I be 🕯️ anon?

Yes! love this! I hope you like it!

I do Accept Anons!

Stan Marsh

When Stan first saw you he might as well shat his pants

Bro was so scared as was most people at college

There wasn't a lot of buff ass girls so when you walked up to him when he was trying to bench

SWEAT

but your soft voice spoke

"you should really have someone to spot you when doing bench presses."

"w-what?"

"it's okay, I'll spot you."

Fuck it was when you smiled

that smile got this boy smitten

After that?

Well, it was history

Kyle Broflovski

You didn't really like anyone in your class.

they were either try hards or just fucking idiots

So when then stupid Ginger wouldn't stop staring at you

well you had enough

"what the fuck is your problem?"

"w-what?"

"why are you staring at me??"

"i.. uh.. I want to ask you on a date"

A Date???

Your stomach started doing flips

You look him up and down

"sure."

Best decision ever!

Kenny McCormick

UGH Kenny McCormick!? Seriously!

Not being funny Ken but everyone know you're a fuck and chuck kinda guy

Everyone knew you were not the kind to be fucked around with

Especially since what your ex said you did to them

So you thought you would give him a dirty look to get the dumbass to stop staring

this MF just WINKED

from then on he wouldn't leave you alone

you exchanged numbers thinking nothing of it

until one night he text you

Y/n, hlep bd higth What? PLs hel p Send location

And with that you made your way to the scruffs house.

You were always his go to for everything from that point on

Eric Cartman

Everyone knew you were in some sort of fight club

So when Cartman heard he want to watch to see how shit you were

but much to his surprise you were actually good???

he could use this

you could beat people up for him

it's perfect!

Little did he know that you were a total softie

litro would not hurt a fly

plus you wont attention like.. ALL THE TIME

Lucky you're hot

andgivegoodhead

Leopold "Butters" Stotch

oh hamburgers

oh hamburgers

he doesn't know what he was thinking

he heard the rumors' about you

so when his dad ordered him to tell you to move your bike he was terrified

as he timidly walked over to you

it was like he got a frog caught in his throat

"e-excuse me.. could you please move your bike"

"you're cute."

His face could not of gotten redder

"here's my number. call me."

You hopped on your bike and rode of into the distance

once you got back to your dorm you checked your phone

3 new messages

This boy has never received as much love since meeting you.

you adore him and he you

[stigmvtas]

She was being irrational - wasn't she? This was Leo - and she knew Leo, had loved him and fucked him and took care of him when their nights out extended into the morning. Leo was safe - so why didn't Saige feel comforted by his touch, like she always had? Choking down her intuition - her eyes traveled from Leo's boney figure to his hollowed cheeks, to his sunken eyes. This was Leo - and she knew Leo. "You sound like - you've like, just come off of a like - really intense acid trip. Did the like, hypnofrog teach you the - secrets of the universe, or something?" Maybe she was concerned for him - maybe that was it; maybe the overdose had - triggered something in his brain, made him unwell all over again - she'd plenty of experience with those. Maybe she just had to - listen to him, let him get it all out of his system. "Okay -" Her voice felt small, despite all of the mental gymnastics in her mind - balancing beams and high bars. "- we don't have to go on a walk - that's, like - fine - totally cool. We can stay - right here." His hands felt - clammy, almost - or maybe that was her, now - that strange feeling creeping further and further up her spine. Saige clasped her hands over his, now - vodka abandoned atop the coffee table, though her eyes automatically darted from his to spare a glance towards it. "Leo, you're - like, kind of being like - you're kind of scaring me, kind of - are you okay? Like - really?" A pause, because she knew those were the wrong words to say. "I trust you - I do, like - you're one of my best friends, Leo - you're like, one of my most favorite people, like - ever. We - we can talk, yeah - obvi', let's, like - talk. Have at me, or - whatever." Her heart skipped a beat, nervous again; the back of her mind telling her to get away - something wasn't right - his hands suddenly foreign against her skin, mind hopping thought to thought, the proximity in which they could lower their hands, squeeze against her throat. "I love you like, a lot a lot, Leo - you know that, right?"

There was an edge to Saige that Leo might not have picked up on had the context been different. He could read people well, better than most thought - Leo destroyed brain cells as a pass time. But reading others emotions came naturally, and Saige was pulling away from him before he could even get a proper sentence out. Was he that obvious? Leo hadn’t been lying - he did feel great - but he was growing increasingly weary as the days went on. “Better than post-nut clarity. Did you even know that was possible? But it’s real, it’s - I don’t know how to explain it to you.” But he’d meant to - that was how he found himself here. At least that’s what his brain started to piece together. It made sense, seeking out Saige, see if she could understand him the way she always had but down to his very core this time. This was a part of Leo he hadn’t shared with anyone successfully before yet - he needed Saige to grasp this. Ignoring her confusion, Leo was more frustrated than upset, they grabbed her hand to keep her from moving further from them. “I don’t wanna go on a walk.” Coming to a stand, Leo didn’t drop his hold until they were face to face, cupping her cheeks in their hands. Physical touch was a language Leo spoke well, had always been touchy - tenderness was a frivolous thing growing up, and they couldn’t get enough of it now. They used it to communicate when words failed them, and it felt important to let Saige feel soothed now. No one ever reacted well to Leo’s words of reason, but they didn’t want her to be scared. “I wanna talk. I don’t want you to, like, freak out, but - everyone always freaks out. No one - ever, like, listens. I trust you with my life, Saige. Do you trust me? You have to listen to me - because. I need this to go - right. Okay? Let’s talk. Please?”

[odetopluto]

"what i confess to the mirror in whispers late at night" by leopold p.

[af-answers]

Dear Beckett, do you play minecraft- ah sorry, silly qustion, of course you play minecraft. What's your favorite mob?

(P. S. Do you watch minecraft youtubers? bc if you do, I have a feeling you'll like TommyInnit's fashion sense...😏)

Beckett: You're right, I do play Minecraft (and watch TommyInnit)! My favorite mob is the BEES. Myles' is the villagers. They're the "most useful" to him. And yeah, Myles does play Minecraft! It's one of the few games he'll play with me.

Myles: The engineering aspect is ideal for testing some of my more volatile experiments.

Beckett: We had to shut down a server when he accidentally caused the plague.

Beckett: Ahhhhh yeah NH! That's a great question. Well, I would be Tad because he's cute and eats bugs, Myles would be Leopold bc he wears glasses... then... Juliet would be Rooney the kangaroo, Butler would be Grizzly-- kinda obvious what that animal is-- Minerva would be Diana the deer, and Artemis would be Lopez the deer-- though he looks more like a gazelle tbh. I don't know who Holly is, but the name sounds familiar. Is she the main character in that book Minnie was reading?

Myles: No, the main character's name is Lazuli.

Beckett: Ah, right. Then I don't know a Holly.

[dearorpheus]

(that last anon again) Thank you so much for the recommendations! I'm truly in awe of how well read you are and how thorough your answers are. May I ask if you have any fiction recommendations with the same themes?

(following on from this ask)

hi!! you're very kind, apologies for taking so long to get back to you! i've been snowed under with assignments+readings for uni and the slowly encroaching exam crawl... but yes absolutely♡

- The Story of O, Anne Desclos - The Bloody Chamber ; The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman ; The Passion of New Eve, Angela Carter -> Angela appreciated and referenced symbolist artists like Rops:

Woman Putting on Costume, 1848-1898, Rops; The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter; excerpt from Romana Byrne's Aesthetic Sexuality: A Literary History of Sadomasochism (mentioned in previous ask) which seems esp pertinent given the Bloody Chamber is a Bluebeard tale (but which is actually referencing Story of O)

I also mentioned Giger in the previous ask, and Hans Bellmer was an influence of his whom I enjoy viewing alongside Rops...

this is Sans Titre (Jeune Fille et la Mort), 1963

- The Torture Garden, Octave Mirbeau

(Le Jardin des supplices (1976) dir. Christian Gion; screencap from estateofinsanity)

- Exquisite Corpse, Poppy Z. Brite - Necrophilia Variations, Supervert - Story of the Eye; My Mother, Madame Edwarda, The Dead Man; Blue of Noon, Bataille - Justine, or The Misfortunes of Virtue ; Juliette ; 120 Days of Sodom, Sade - The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Anne Rice -> supplement w Sleeping Beauty (2011) dir. Julia Leigh - Venus in Furs, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch - Monsieur Vénus, Rachilde - Le Necrophile, Gabrielle Wittkopp - The Apprenticeship of Big Toe P, Reiko Matsuura - The Damned ; Against Nature, Joris-Karl Huysmans - Empire of the Senseless, Kathy Acker - Crash, J.G. Ballard (+ the Cronenberg of course) - Salomé / Teleny, or the Reverse of the Medal, Oscar Wilde - La Morte Amoureuse, Théophile Gautier

^Romuald bitterly remembers his lost love, 1904, Eugène Decisy—his etchings for Gautier's story are beautiful (x, x)

- The Image, Jean de Berg - Trois Filles de leur mère, Pierre Louÿs - House of Incest, Anaïs Nin - My Dark Vanessa, Kate Elizabeth Russell - Naomi, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki - “Dolores”, Algernon Charles Swinburne:

-> first of many stanzas^ ; I also like his “Laus Veneris” - Trouble Every Day (2001) dir. Claire Denis - Belladonna of Sadness (1963) dir. EIichi Yamamoto

(screencap from eternal--return)

- Nekromantik (1988) dir. Jörg Buttgereit - Thirst (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook -> supplement w Zola's Thérèse Raquin and In Secret (2013) dir. Charlie Stratton

[mizerable-drowning]

fanmade designs of michael's uno buddies! I wanted to do last month... but they're scuffed :') (esp Michael, he's the last one drawn and I really was tired for him... HE LOOKS HORRIBLE IM SORRY MIKE LOL I LOVE YOU MIKE PLEASE I PROMISE I CAN DRAW YOU PROPERLY)(I'm aware how easily I can resize certain things)

the jeremy/bonnie bro was already drawn by the ooftroop, he's there for refence

theyre moreso concepts because i am not satisfied with them, but I'll leave notes!

Chica and Fred uno buddies are surfboys! basing off what the ooftroop said about them moving out of utah, I had the random idea of them becoming pro surfers before becoming marine biologists

why? idk, fredbro gave me surfer dude vibes and I went with it.

I notice jeremike's eye colors paralell with each other, obviously

foxy = red

bonnie = blue

so i did that with fred and chicabro! chicabro's shirt is sapphire, I desaturated it and made it more purple-y for fredbro's eyes, I made chicabro's eyes fredbro's green shirt

from now on i'll just dub fredbro as iggy leopold, and chica as sioux robertson, I'll explain later (I actually don't know if I can name them, I'm just giving them names just so I don't write fred/chicabro constantly)

iggy is white so he's sunburnt.

funfact: while searching for vintage surfer dude shirts, I found the exact shirt the phone dude has! (and I know it cuz oof posted it on their twitter before, the exact image) Sioux just has the swim suit thing

...I wasn't sure what to do with Sioux's hair... I had zero idea how to translate black hairstyles into the UCFT art style. I tried to do twists, but they look horrible; I didn't wanna overtly detail them as I felt that'd be outta place of the art style, but it looks horrible as this. IIRC there's not really any black hair styles drawn in UCFT (yet) so no references sadly

I'm sorry for that man, will experiment with Sioux's hair

I wanted to make Iggy's window peak obvious, hence the 2 different hair colors, I supposed it's sunbleach idk

Okay why did i dub them with stupid sounding names?

Sioux comes from Siouxsie Sioux, why? Suzie posses Chica right? Suzie and Siouxsie are pronounced the same, but I wouldn't name him Siouxsie, so Sioux it is

Robertson comes from Robert Smith, thought of dubbing him Sioux Smith, but Fritz Smith exists

Ik unrelated characters can share the same common name, but meh :P

Iggy comes from me thinking of what stupid names I can name a surfer and a jojo reference, Leopold comes from well... Freddy originally being named Leopold... So what if Iggy adopted the Freddy mask because of the shared name? that lines up in the timeline I think

These are honestly lowkey placeholder names just for this yap session, I'm not gonna use those out of this post

maybe I'll give them serious names who knows, if I have oof's blessing ofc

Sioux and Mike's sketches, i deleted Iggy's

yes mike drastically changed... i didn't feel like doing something from the ground up +consistency so I just reused the base... terrible... learnt my lesson

Final notes:

I found some minor details in the UCFT style fascinating,

it's kinda hard to tell if something is drawn by oof or hyatiid hyatiid does most of the drawings IIRC, but I feel like I can tell when the artist switches and their minor quirks! I can't say for sure who's who but:

Michael's eye brow color changes sometimes, from a darker color from his main hair, to straight black. I also notice his eyebrows are a layer above hair, not sure if that's always the case as I haven't seen enough drawings of his eyebrows above his mullet to tell

Jeremy's piercing & scar placement is inconsistent, not that noticeable as it's generally the same area, but not the exact same everytime

Michael's hair detailing varies a lot

Eyes. they can be close, far, rounded, etc. rounded eyes are mostly for happy expressions

I think Oof keeps the whites of William's (purple form)eye contained with Hyatiid doesn't? I also think Oof is the one the draws lines under the eye without a fading effect while Hyatiid does

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[stigmvtas]

They had never cried before - not once, even as an infant; eerily quiet, eerily still - just wide, blinking eyes that held a thousand unanswered questions. It extended into their childhood - a naturally inquisitive nature, question after question until they reckoned to do it all themselves, better taught with experience. Now, they felt - small again, childlike; the child they should've been, by all means - weepy and tired, a nudge of confusion that wouldn't uncloud from their mind. It was unfamiliar, and did nothing to ease their nerves, their newfound tears - fresh and stinging, like their ducts had just formed for the very first time. It wouldn't stop - a stream down their face, dripping off their chin and onto Leo's hospital gown, sinking into the fabric and clinging to his skin. They had never cried before. Not as an infant, not during their childhood - not when they had a tumor extracted in the very same hospital Leo laid in now; not when Juno and them had found the body in the woods - not when they ran away, not when they had a warrant for their arrest. Not when Elektra and them had an argument - not during a single one of them. Now they cried freely - uncontrollably; no sobs, just sniffles and blurred vision. They had never cried before - but Leo forced out even the most uncomfortable of emotions from Philly, ones they didn't believe they were even capable of. A car's once - sputtering engine now soaring to life, revving against their chest and rattling their bird - bones. "I believe you." Was all they could manage out, for a moment - voice barely a whisper, the same gravel that Leo now matched. "I'm not crying," Philly began - a hand lifting from Leo for only a moment, just to touch at their face - looking at their wet fingertips with furrowed brows. It made it all the worse, the dimmed realization - still barely registering in their mind. "Those aren't mine." A small insistence, shaking their head - a small protest as Leo lifted their head away from his; futile attempt, already soothed by his touch - already melting into it, hands coming back up once more to hover over his. "That's not very funny, Leopold." They sniffled once - then twice, "I don't want your heart to break - I want you all whole, Leo. All mine - all ours." Philly felt - selfish, almost, another feeling new for them - crying in front of Leo for the very first time when they'd just been on their deathbed; it felt unfair - they should've been comforting him, not the other way around. But they couldn't help it - couldn't help their fear, couldn't help but want to be soothed by one of the only people they cared for. Nobody else could do it - just him. Just Leo. With another sniffle, and their darnedest attempt to will their tears away, to wane the tide that consumed their head, overwhelmed their thoughts - Philly closed the distance between them, grasping at whatever skin they could first feel - at whatever felt the most real, as they kissed them. They could still taste acid - the dryness of his mouth - but it hadn't mattered, body melting into his like a candy bar left out in the sun; even the acid could taste sweet, given the circumstance. "Leo," Spoken against his lips - breathy yet calmer now, if only by a little - pulling away to rest their foreheads against one another. "I wasn't speaking in third person, or multitudes of myself - I'm very partial to remaining in first person, and I'm sure I'm a singular entity -" Their words were quick - uncharacteristically fast; a tinge of nerves to them - a tinge of urgency. " - I had a dream very recently, and I take my dreams very seriously, Leo - there's a lot of truths to be weaved out from them, and I'm - very nimble. I can unweave anything." Philly plucked one of Leo's hands from it's position against their cheek; held it in theirs for a moment, thumb tracing Leo's life line - then their heart line, before bringing his hand to their torso, to their stomach. "I saw the two of us, and then I saw another - do you understand?"

It was weird, that their positions were perfectly flipped from the last time they shared a hospital bed. It hadn’t been forever ago, two years at most, but it felt like it’d been - a month ago, a week. It’d been a fear Leo would never get over, still sometimes had nightmares. He could picture Philly falling out of that tree so clearly that it felt real, and the nightmares made it an impossible reality to escape. It’d been a reason why Leo was scared it’d be Philly, the one to find his body locked up, shaking, heart stuttering as it attempted to keep beating inside his chest. They’d have nightmares forever now, Leo knew it - the fact that there was nothing he could do to fix it was about as crushing as the weight on his chest. The emotional weight - Philly there, squeezing him tight was more welcome than anything else. Leo hadn’t realised he’d been floating above himself, weightless in his clouded mind and need to escape both reality and the overlying constant pain in his body, but as soon as Philly wrapped herself around them, he was back again. Leo wanted to experience every second he could with them while he was clear minded. “I love you too.” As if it wasn’t obvious, but Leo just liked saying it. And it felt like a time to say it - allowing himself the luxury of taking in Philly’s affections and her words, practically pouring safety and unconditional devotion into Leo everywhere she touched and kissed. He’d felt cold upon waking, but a simmering heat spread through him everywhere they were - a molasses that left a pleasurable slow-burn churn through him, bring him back to life. A pinkening limb that was previously believed to be dead. “I won’t - I promise, Philly.” There was no way to actually promise that Leo wouldn’t do anything stupid again, this particular hospital trip out of his hands, but they said it anyway. Just to bring Philomena some comfort, and because Leo really couldn’t imagine surviving the next time. Which meant leaving Philly - leaving them and being without them, and equally them without Leo. “If you’re okay, then why’re you talking about yourself in the third person?” They weren’t - but Leo wasn’t a genius when he wasn’t in a hospital bed. “Philly - you’re crying.” Leo had never seen them cry before. He knew that it must’ve been scary, that surely they’d been terrified, but he’d never seen them cry ever. Not even when it was them in the hospital bed. They just weren’t predisposed to emoting so openly - which wasn’t to say Philomena couldn’t exude emotions, or that they didn’t have any, but that they merely didn’t express them the same way most did. Stomach lurching, Leo began to shush them gently, pulling them back from where they’d buried them self in kissing over his face. Which Leo would never deny himself under normal circumstances, but they were far from that now. Cupping Philly’s face, he swiped his thumbs under her eyes, wiping away whatever they could. “Please don’t cry or you’ll break my heart. That’s, like, really mean, Philomena. Making all these doctors do extra work because my heart’s broken. I’m sorry - I don’t know… I don’t know how this happened, I don’t. I don’t know what happened. But it’s - never again. Ever, okay? I promise. Please don’t cry - just kiss me, okay? I’ll be okay. Actually, I heard if you kiss me right now, I’ll be able to - jump up and do a whole tap dance routine in celebration. Limited time offer, expires within the next five seconds.”