#reaching inside you

[knifewieldingenby]

A friend and I (well, more like an affection) starting watching ofmd together, and I'd always casually referenced it as the gay pirate show, as one does. But she's so fucking keen and she sees through things so fast. After two episodes she turned to me and said "everyone just calls it the gay pirate show. Why did no one tell me that this show deals with deconstructing toxic masculinity and trauma? This is so compelling and important, why did no one tell me?" And ever since then, when I'm trying to talk someone into watching the show, I mention it.

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Happy new years… let’s stay hydrated together ✨

[whumpitisthen]

Two whumpees who are scared of each other:

Neither of them want trouble

They are both so afraid of being near the other they avoid each other constantly

They flinch away at the slightest touch like one person and their mirror image

They are strangers, they do not trust each other, they have been burned too many times in the past and they will not be burned again

They stare at each other from a distance, not daring to actually interact

They want to avoid a fight so bad that they won't even say a word

Whumper loves seeing them together because it's amusing how similar they are

Their uneasiness around the other is promptly forgotten when Whumper arrives

Whumpee can't have friends; Whumper doesn't want them to, and we all know what happens when Whumper sees Whumpee doing something they don't like

If hungry enough, they can be bribed with food to spend time in the other's vicinity

Non-human whumpees?! Two puppy boys being very nervous with pulled back ears and big sad eyes hiding behind their owner's legs

One Whumpee lives here and in theory should be more confident than the other one, seeing as they aren't the one in a strange unknown place. That confidence flees as soon as the Other Whumpee takes even a single step in their direction. They do not want to fight, they just want to keep an eye on them at all times.

They flinch back and the other one flinches back too. They cannot stop doing this

Caretaker basically has to pretend with each of them that the other doesn't exist. If they mentioned that their counterpart is in the room right across from them, Whumpee would not be able to sleep.

They sleep as far away from each other as the room they are kept in allows, backs to the wall, staying awake until they can't anymore

I think Whumper should collar them and bind them together with a short length of chain. For enrichment purposes... For me

One of them starts to finally unwind and gently tries to connect with the other. The other does Not react well. They are both scared again

One Whumpee has a lot of scars — must be a fighter -> scary

The Other Whumpee has no scars — must be a Really Good fighter -> scary

Whumpee looks just like the Other — must be just as desperate and unpredictable/their whumper must be just as bad/they must be at a similar level of strength as them, no guarantee to win if fight breaks out -> scary

One whumpee is scared because they have been tortured into perpetual fearfulness — the other has never been tortured, but sees how bad Whumpee has it, and being the newest addition to Whumper's collection has them just as terrified

Whumper forces them to interact. The forceful, scary nature of their meetings sets back their otherwise slow natural warming up to each other by miles, having the worst kind of counter effect. Seeing the other reminds them of that time Whumper made them sit and hold hands for hours with the threat of punishment if they disobeyed

They both escape. They see each other across the street. They freeze and stare, thrust back in time, stuck in their old frightened and cautious headspace. Their caretakers are perplexed.

[starry-bi-sky]

Stillborn? No, still born au - Danny’s ghost form

Nothing too fancy here. Just me detailing Danny’s ghost form in the stillborn au :]. My first rule of thumb for every dp au i make is that danny’s gotta have a different design for each ghost form. It doesn’t have to be super drastic depending on the au (like for my dp godling au his suit remains relatively unchanged).

This is mostly so I can mess with character design and also so each Danny can have his own unique ghost form for identification reasons. And because I just want to, which is the most important part :].

Stillborn Danyal, unlike Things in Threes and Yaelokre Danyal, is the first to not have an assassin-based ghost form due to obvious reasons. He was raised in foster care all his life, the League has had no impact on his life beyond being the place where his mother is. But it’s not like he knows that.

As a result he gave me some trouble, and it took me a few days and a ton of frustration to figure out how I want him to look as a ghost. I could just keep him in the hazmat suit and mess around with the detailing, but i’ll be frank, I hate doing that.

Stillborn Danyal, unlike all his other au counterparts, is a fire core ghost like Vlad is. As a result, in his ghost form he can reach extreme temperatures with just a flick of his hand or a switch in his mood. His emotional regulation is shit, and as a result it’s not uncommon for him to let off heatwaves in either form. They’re just more intense as a ghost.

His hair is made of molten lava, and unlike the other Dannys, is not white as a result. It’s an ever constant flow as well, meaning it doesn’t stop flowing where his human hair ends. It just keeps “growing”. Danny routinely keeps his hair braided back because it slows the lava flow and keeps it off his face and arms. When it reaches his past feet, that’s when Danny superheats his hands and “cuts” his hair by yanking it off. It’s completely painless if he gets the right heat to do it. Afterwards, Danny either uses it as a weapon — braided whip, anyone? — or disposes of the excess lava somewhere it can’t hurt someone.

Molten lava ranges around 1,300 to 2,200 degrees Fahrenheit and can either be very fluid or very viscous and stiff. The heat of his hair, naturally, means that the living cannot physically get near him without proper covering. So Danny tends to keep a distance as much as possible during fights so he doesn’t burn anyone.

His emotions also affect the heat and fluidity of his hair. Which isn’t that great considering he can be pretty emotionally volatile thanks to all of his ✨trauma✨. The angrier or more emotional he is, the hotter and more fluid his hair is, meaning it burns brighter and flows faster. It’s very much possible for the lava to cool down enough to solidify into volcanic glass or igneous rock, but considering Danny’s mental state? He just isn’t capable of doing that on his own. Vlad’s hair is also molten lava, but he’s perfected how to keep it in an igneous rock state. His hair also glows bright enough that it’s impossible to see his face from a distance, and seeing it up close is equally as impossible considering all the ambient heat he gives off.

That’s not the only part thats made of lava and magma either. Danny’s hands and feet don’t have skin covering them, it’s crumbled and melted away into molten lava too. They’re the second hottest parts of his body only to his hair. Around his elbows is where his skin begins to crack and crumble into magma, and as a result he wears welding gloves in order to interact with the living world (and some ghosts) without melting anything. He can also run so hot that he can melt a blob ghost.

All fire core ghosts lack iris and pupils, it’s all one solid color. It is possible to shift their eyes into looking more “human like”, but there’s really no point to it and takes more practice and effort to achieve than its worth. Danny’s eyes are all green just like Vlad’s are all red.

Now for his clothes! Danny used to wear the hazmat suit, paired with an old hoodie he owned but didn’t wear often. Uppp until he was brainwashed by Circus Gothica. Afterwards, the only thing that transferred over was the color scheme.

Danny’s new Phantom outfit is designed more for looseness and breathability, but also means that as a result he gives off even more heat. His hazmat suit trapped most of it. He’s now wearing a white, sleeveless turtleneck (yall know the type. I am not immune to tropes and I think it looks good) with black harlem pants with an open slit up both sides and green flames running from his ankles to his knees, and spandex shorts underneath. He’s also wearing white stirrup socks. He wears green welding gloves. Due to the lack of proper footwear he tends to float everywhere otherwise he burns the ground thanks to the exposed skin. It’s significantly less “hero-like” or “scientist” and more resembling something a performer might wear.

As a result however, Danny is consistently cold. He struggles with his own thermal regulation and keeps trying to balance it between his own comfort and the comfort of the living around him. If he retains his own heat and keeps himself warm, he’s too hot for anyone to come near and he melts everything he touches, but if he cools down in order to interact with the world without his gloves and come near the living and only be “uncomfortably hot”, he’s freezing. He’s frustrated by the lack of balance. It was easier to interact with the hazmat suit, but he doesn’t want to go back to it and it’s not like he can either. The exposure allows him easier access to his powers.

Warm, sunny days are his favorite. He’ll sit out on the pavement and soak in the heat like a lizard. Catch him sitting on top of cars during 90 degree weather and just utterly content. It’s not as nice as the ghost zone’s Molten Springs but it’s the second best he can get without going into the infinite realms. The first best thing is going somewhere secluded and safe and just heating himself up into something that’s comfortable and letting his hair free. Nothing like cocooning yourself in your own magma flow.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - Arendelle

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

Siouxsie Sioux. What a woman. I LOVE her.

[regular-gnome]

What would happen if one of the Collector's kind was challenged to a shape-shifting battle?

who will be the opponent?

for a bit background this one is one of the older siblings of Anatomist, they didn't do great in the long run

bit of bonus sketch

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[courtmartialme]

I have a question. Also, you're my favorite Royai artist (the characters as individuals and together). You've mentioned that you consider Riza autistic many times, but have you ever given your support for why you think that? I'm just curious what your thoughts are.

comparing to my own experience but it's common to see autistic people be taken as uninterested and rude for being unexpressive and blunt. so it's mainly about riza being presented as stoic and somewhat scary but gradually being shown she's very kind and fun and even makes bad jokes with a straight face (it's so moe........) but is bad at expressing that, which makes both other characters and viewers think she's always annoyed and no-fun when that's not true.. it's so important to me

she also barely understands other people's feelings and takes things too literally, or say things out loud you probably shouldn't

like at the hughes' funeral scene when roy says it's raining and riza's immediate reaction is to go "it's not??" LOL or when roy is coming up with problems as excuse to not fight ed in flame vs fullmetal and riza very promptly solves them...! it's all very Autism to me.. my mom works for arakawa and she told me it's true

basically:

(i haven't watched brotherhood in so long but i'm like 80% sure these panels i used are all scenes that didn't make it into the anime which is why i'm an avid brotherhood hater and you should read the manga)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

POOR GABRIEL MONTEZ! YOU NEVER SAW THIS COMING DID YOU? ALL YOU WANTED WAS POWER. SECURITY. SAFETY. & THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT! JUST IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR BODY. LETS JUST HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS JUST HOPE YOU WONT HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

[messrsbyler]

to everyone who makes posts of that meme "society if..." can i suggest instead of using this atrocity (ew, this sucks, who even wants this, it makes me sick)

we use this instead? (beautiful, with public spaces in human scale, outside public activities, building with hight restrictions, inclusion of nature, modern but not ugly)

[transmechanicus]

Really fucked up that two ppl can care about each other and make their best efforts to communicate and still end up hurting each other so badly they cannot stand to be in the same room.

[eyelessfaces]

torn up

summary: llewyn wakes up from experiencing his biggest fear.

warnings: nightmares, break up, implied panic attack

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

word count: 1k

That was it. 

The moment he had been dreading; the moment he had somehow always expected to happen, one day or another. The moment he had hoped would never truly happen.

The moment he had officially lost everything.

One single tear ran down your cheek as you handed him his stuff, forcefully pressing the box onto his chest, your eyebrows creasing in a resentful frown as you sniffled, another tear escaping the corner of your eye. 

He gripped tightly onto the full cardboard box forced in his hands, and though he wanted, needed to bargain, to beg for you to let him stay, his mouth only gaped slightly, no sound actually coming out of it.

You finally looked up at him after avoiding his gaze for what seemed to be a lifetime, and slowly shook your head, blinking away the tears in your bloodshot eyes.

He could see it, the disappointment you felt towards him. It was reflecting in your irises, it had the shape of his face.

Your door slammed shut in front of his face, the force of the action making him flinch, only tightening the knot in his throat.

He stared at the dark blue, almost black painted front door vaguely reflecting his poor figure.

His hands gripped hard onto the box in his hands, and when he looked down at its content, he noticed it was filled to the brim with torn up pictures of the both of you, small pieces of them. 

Pictures where you were happy.

Llewyn felt like his lungs were starting to fill with water, that his heart was being squeezed tightly until it was hard for him to breathe, borderline impossible.

He felt like he should be crying, he wanted to, needed to, but he was unable to, just like when he wanted to speak earlier.

A sharp pain made him clutch onto his chest, letting the box fall at his feet, spilling the pieces of paper everywhere. 

Still not able to breathe correctly, he noticed one intact picture on the floor, and sank down to his knees to pick it up.

Just as he reached for it it cracked, like broken glass.

—

“Llew, baby, wake up” you repeat in worry, shaking his shoulder as he softly squirms in his sleep. He is breathing hard, loud and fast, his face contorting in uncomfortable expressions, one hand fisting the sheets, his knuckles white.

It startles you as he suddenly gasps, his eyes shooting open as he sits up straight, trying to catch his breath.

Your hand settles at his arm as you kneel next to him, and he turns and looks at you like a deer in headlights, before his gaze hastily shifts to look all around your bedroom, his breathing still unsteady and loud.

“Shit, fuck” he mutters under his breath. 

He breathes out, closing his eyes, and reaches for you, helpless. 

You coo softly and take him in your arms, his chin coming to rest over your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist. 

“It’s okay, just a bad dream” you mutter, running a hand up and down his back, hoping to soothe him. “I’m here.” you whisper, your other hand cradling the back of his head.

His breath eventually evens out, and that’s when you pull away and look back at him, pinching your lips into a small smile before kissing his forehead. He forces a small, tired smile before running a hand over his face, a small groan leaving his mouth.

“You okay?” you ask softly, running your hand along his arm. He nods, with no real conviction behind it.

“Yeah, yeah. Just a bit shaken” he smiles weakly.

You pause for a moment, looking at his tired eyes; you can tell he's still not fully awake, you can tell he probably still has that nightmare on his mind. 

“Do you want me to make us some hot chocolate?” you offer, your hand shifting to grab his.

“Uh… Yeah. Yeah.” he nods, and softly squeezes your hand.

"C'mon" you hold his hand, dragging him out of your bed, leading him to the living room. You grab a thick plaid as he sits down on the couch, unfolding it and settling it over his lap.

He scoffs, “I can do it myself dove,” he declares, looking up at you. 

“Shh,” you brush back his thick curls and leave a kiss at the crown of his head, before disappearing into the kitchen.

Llewyn takes a deep breath, hand rubbing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

His gaze floats around the living room lit by a warm light. It feels strange being back there after dreaming of leaving this place for good. Strange but comforting. 

His face contorts into a frown as a framed picture at the side table next to your couch catches his attention; it is the picture from his dream, the picture that broke into pieces when he tried to grab it.

He reaches over and picks it up, and it doesn't break this time; he weakly smiles as he looks down at it, his fingers lightly brushing the wooden frame. Both of your smiles look so bright, you look so happy there. 

He doesn't even remember who took it, who gave it to you – Jim maybe – he only remembers noticing it on your side table one day, his heart skipping a beat at the fact that you loved him enough to display a picture of the both of you in your home. 

“I love this photo of us.” you suddenly speak, putting his mug down on the side table next to where the picture frame previously was, before sitting down next to him and getting under the plaid. He nods, looking back up at you with gentle eyes.

"What was that nightmare about?" you ask softly, your warm hand coming to lace your fingers with his.

He looks back down at the framed picture, putting it back where it belongs with a small smile, squeezing your hand, shaking his head softly. 

"It doesn't matter." he declares, grabbing the back of your head with his free hand, kissing you deeply.

—

as always please reblog and tell me your thoughts it helps a lot <3<3

inside llewyn davis:

@apollo-enthusiast @scarabgrant @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missmarmaladeth @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @anightshift @campingwiththecharmings @dameronshandholder @spider-starry @spxctorsslxt

[comfreyhollywings]

love, i have felt grief and anger in the same breath.

/ savior (interlude) by kendrick lamar / susitse.art on Instagram /@. kumdumpster247 on pinterest / (in regards to feeling anything) anne carson / bella414 on pinterest / thegirlwithexistentialcrises on pinterest / mr. morale by kendrick lamar there's more credit i've probably missed - if any of you recognize a quote that hasn't been credited here, please let me know!

[cent-scratchnsniff]

here together

[architectural-sims]

Sunset in Porto Luminoso