#sorry for main tag maybe..

[anirregularity]

i Think Cookie9 plays games like this on occasion but ONLY like this .

[mohntilyet]

still i think the one of the more fun differences drawn between illario and lucanis that was lost would be illario's ability to endear himself to others but serious lack of empathy, vs. lucanis' (self perceived) inability to be charming but how much he cares. it's interesting that the game has gone with the "lucanis' ability vs illario's lack thereof" because i think illario being the dellamorte 'best in show dog' vs. lucanis' attack dog would have made me so unwell.

lucanis is... awkward. he's not unlikable, because he is usually very polite, but he doesn't speak much and only seems to care about the other dellamortes. he once sent viago de riva a knife with no note (who knows what he could have meant by this). he does what caterina asks of him, and by his own admission, cannot say no to her. he is a dramatic and prolific killer, and that makes how untouchable he is even worse.

and the crows like illario, sure, AND he's a good assassin! he's even a good crow! he's so good that he can make lucanis smile, and so he is the charming, sociable one. he's the one that stays in treviso and can be relied upon to care, illario's even the one people prefer over caterina and lucanis!

but illario is decoration. he's the prize poodle, and even if poodles were bred to be working dogs, nobody will ever pick him to protect the house over the german shepherd that regularly mauls intruders. anyways the analogy is getting away from me. the point i'm trying to make is that i want illario to have a different kind of jealousy/hatred that's not just over 'being bad at killing' but also an arrogant loathing for everyone around him that is getting harder to hide, because they've forgotten he can bite and is just itching to rip someone's jugular out. illario is very good at hiding his family resemblance to caterina, while lucanis suffers under his grandmother's, and his own, reputation.

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[sixteenthtry]

I know bro wrote this while pushing his glasses up with his index finger and a hand on his hip☝🏻🤓

[arolegos]

im way too scared to say this on main but icl i love lloyrumi n' i love ur lloyrumi art ... can u draw them more for me ... maybe dr harumi meeting sora and jordana like 'damn lloyd they js like us fr fr ???'

i love when the relationship dynamic is "kiss marry kill? all of the above"

[smokbeast]

Papyrus sketches from my book the other day!

I like to think papyrus is serious and can become angry when he wants to be, but he’s such a nice and genuine sweet character he wouldn’t want to show that to the character or others.

[u3pxx]

i adore your fem harry. i do have one question. she do got a beer gut right

of course, why would i take that away from her!!!!!! (and hehe thank you im so glad u do <3)

[averycutesalamander]

i have extremely neutral opinions about SMAUs (social media AUs) but i just thought about what Boothill's role would be in one and im kind of losing my mind about it.

his account handle is @.silvergunshura and he literally only posts clumsy nature photos and occasional pics of his gun. a handful of videos that are just the sound of the wilds. never puts any captions or tags on his posts. extremely long unacknowledged absences with no schedule. double-digit amount of followers at an absolute maximum. absolutely no interaction with his audience. or anyone else on the platform actually. quite frankly he doesn't pay any attention to his following in the slightest. bro simply cannot be bothered. for all he cares he is sending these photos to the void and there are no other users on the platform.

and then he posts one (1) video of him at the shooting range nailing bullseyes left and right like it's nothing. barely half of his body is in frame and most of his face is covered by his hair. someone with a decent following shares it and his entire fucking profile EXPLODES because people will NOT stop talking about how hot he is and it kinda snowballs from there. people go through his entire backlog only to find ZERO other posts with his face or body in them. the best they get is little snippets of his arms. people are frothing at the fucking mouth trying to figure out who he is and nobody knows because he literally hasn't said a single word in his entire posting history. people make theory posts, which obviously gets more people invested in this new mystery. his comments are filled with people speculating about who he is and what the fuck he's doing. someone posts a massive spreadsheet detailing all of the identifiable locations in his posts, and they're literally all over the galaxy. immediately afterwards they're cancelled for some vague allegations about them being a shady intelligentsia guild member guilty of multiple human rights violations and everybody completely forgets about the spreadsheet.

Boothill posts a single blurry photo of his hand feeding a chipmunk and people lose their goddamn minds. he follows this up an hour later with a photo of the same chipmunk sitting on his shoulder that is somehow even blurrier than the last and it briefly trends on the front page. a week later he uploads a video of him playing a harmonica by a campfire, once again barely in frame, lit only by the flickering fire. people brighten the video in a desperate attempt to get a better look at his face, but there's nothing identifiable. someone posts a slightly unhinged video examining the tiniest pixels in every screencap of him that they can find, claiming that he's definitely a halovian because of some extremely blurry details, and you technically can't deny it as a possibility because there are no clear shots of where his halo or wings would be. naturally this severely divides fans, and several other theories about his species pop up over the course of a few days. many people are called morons from all sides.

the REAL drama comes when he posts a picture where he's holding what looks suspiciously like an extremely precious meteorite-formed gem that was stolen during a private IPC auction two weeks ago. this post is also notable because it's the first time he's used a caption and it's literally just "lol". naturally people quickly connects the dots and realize that he's BOOTHILL, that crazy motherfucker with the vendetta against the IPC, and why the fuck is he posting nature photos and videos of him feeding birds and shit. silvergunshura fans are instantly divided by discourse about whether or not it's ethical to be a fan. "silvergun fans dni" and "silvergun antis dni" become staples in the bios of people invested in the drama. a bunch of fans start using his substitute swears, and whether or not this is ironic is extremely debatable. the business of cyborg modifications has a moderate boom. anti-IPC sentiments have a notable increase, but now the people doing serious exposés and earnest discussion about the humanitarian crimes of the IPC that are concealed from the public are constantly called simps. there's a brief stint with a handful of Boothill copycat crimes that are all solved within the week.

people unsuccessfully try to hunt down any other potential socials to no avail, but this does spawn a massive wave of fake accounts on a million different platforms, which obviously successfully baits a ton of people. the drama gets even spicier when the moderators shut down his account. one of the mods gets doxxed by an outraged fan. even more fake accounts pop up. Boothill comes back less than a week later as @.silvercowboy244 like nothing happened. his returning post is a crooked picture of a sorta weird looking tree, and he's pointing toward the top left of the frame. the caption is just "bird?" and nobody can figure out what the FUCK that's supposed to mean, because there's no bird visible in the picture, nor is there a bird nest in the tree. conspiracy theories and decoders are immediately chomping at the bit trying to figure out if it has some kind of secret meaning.

tons of people try to use his posts to pinpoint his location for clout or the bounty money or to find him in person and beg him to let them give him head, but he never posts them exactly when they're taken, and nobody can figure out what the fuck logic he's using to pick his next destination. there's an IPC investigation. his accounts keep getting banned but he keeps coming back like a cockroach. dedicated fan archives are made to preserve all of his shitty photos. he never acknowledges any of the drama.

if you're fortunate enough to know Boothill personally and you ask him about all of that weird shit with his socials, he just shrugs and says, "yep, i keep gettin' locked out. can't remember passwords for shirt." if you ask him what he thinks of all the drama surrounding his online presence, he gives you the most bewildered expression you've ever seen on his face. "what the fork are you yappin' about?? what do you mean i got "band" ?? disk horse??? docksing???? i think you've got a few screws loose buddy" and he promptly forgets about the entire ordeal and goes back to posting blurry nature pictures like literally nothing happened.

edit: here's part two-ish lol

[holyfreaks]

sorry but the "trying to get rid of us" part.... like we were here from literally day one. you came into OUR house and decided the show was about something that it's not. also, even if we weren't here from the beginning, we deserve to be here every bit as you do. why are you trying to gatekeep fandom, when it's always been for the freaks. especially on the incest family horror show

[asperfern]

mental illness 😔

originally this was me trying to speedrun learning how to draw david but you see the direction it went in

[oosey0]

mizisua

[tommygotwrittenoff]

confession time!! the real reason i cant get into bt is that they are simply not Insane enough about each other. every other main couple is so In Love with their partner to the point that they are actually Insane and should maybe be locked up. bt simply does not match that energy. but know who does? buddie. and those bitches arent even together.

[clockwayswrites]

A Thousand Tiny Touches (snippet?)

WC: 1208 Rated M, CW: sexual themes (no actual sex), Dom/sub undertones

Jason didn’t try to talk to Danny, not in moments like this, not after he had already gently removed both of Danny’s hearing aids and set them in their case to charge. And Danny didn’t struggle to try and listen to the muted world as Jason moved around him. Jason wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

Exhausted from the stressful day, Danny closed his eyes and just tried to breath.

One of Jason’s large hands settled on Danny’s shoulder, rubbing at a stubborn knot of tension there before the hand squeezed— a command to listen. Danny hummed to show he was paying attention. The hand pressed down in a gentle command.

Danny went to his knees happily.

The pillow that Jason had set on the floor cushioned Danny’s drop and he settled back on his heels without any pain. Obediently, knowing what Jason would want, Danny tilted his head back. The hand moved from his shoulder to run calloused fingers up his neck. They pressed, just this side of uncomfortable, against Danny’s throat.

He let out a pleased sigh against the hold.

Danny was just starting to feel a little floaty, breaths finally coming in an easy, slow rhythm, when three of the fingers tapped twice against his throat. A command to stay. Danny hummed again.

He swayed, slightly when the hand left his throat, and his breath hitched for a moment at the loss of the warmth branded around his neck. The hand came to rest against his back to steady him and Danny bit back the keening sound that was building in his chest. Jason didn’t pull away till Danny was able to sit up unaided.

Which was ridiculous. He could kneel like that as long as Jason needed him to. He shouldn’t be wavering like that after just a few minutes. So it had been a long day— accounting had been insufferable to deal with and what should have been a few hour meeting had turned into all of Danny’s time, but he could handle it. Danny’s breath hitched again, catching as his breathing picked back up. He needed to be able to handle it. And here he was being so weak and needy after just a little touching. Ancients he needed to—

A tap at his temple and Danny opened his eyes on command.

Jason looked down at him, gaze soft with concern.

“I’m okay,” Danny said, immediately wanting to assure Jason.

Jason frowned and gave Danny’s hair a sharp tug. Danny leaned back into the hold, exposing his neck again. That was stupid. Jason didn’t like it when Danny lied about how he was doing. It was a supposed to be a rule, even if they had to talk about it again and again and again. Danny was trying, but he was so used to just having to be okay. He closed his eyes and settled into the feeling of the fingers rubbing soothing circles into his scalp.

“I’m not okay,” Danny admitted. It was easier to admit with his eyes closed— when all that mattered was Jason’s hand in his hair, reminding him not to lie. Reminding him that Jason didn’t want him to pretend. “I keep getting caught in my own head and all the things I could have handled better.”

Jason swept his hand through Danny’s hair and let it fall to squeeze at the back of Danny’s neck. The touch always made Danny melt a little. It’s why they used it as Jason’s non-verbal assurance: a silent ‘good boy’.

He wasn’t okay and that was okay; Jason wanted to know when he wasn’t.

Some of the tension bled out of Danny at the admission.

Three fingers tapped twice again, dragging after the last tap in question. Danny was quick to assure Jason, “I can stay.”

This time when the hand pulled away Danny was able to sit still instead of trying to chase the touch. Jason flicked his fingers once against Danny’s chest, who took the order for what it was and focused on controlling his breath.

In two three four.

Out two three four five six seven eight…

Danny had lost himself to the counting by the time that Jason was back, squeezing Danny’s shoulder again. He gave a soft hum. Jason pressed the flat of his palm against Danny’s shoulder blade and slid it up. Danny stood with the motion and then opened his eyes when his temple was tapped.

With a hand on the back of Danny’s neck, Jason led Danny towards the bathroom where Danny could feel the vibrations of the filling bath more than hear it. He closed his eyes again to another tap at his temple. The perfume of pine, honey, and damp earthiness filled the air. Danny breathed deeply, letting it out as Jason peeled off his sweater. He let Jason move him however he needed, pliant as Jason methodically undressed him. Kisses trailed after rough finger tips and Danny let himself lean into the touches since there had been no order not to.

Not for the first time, Danny was thankful for the foresight Jason had to install a proper soaking tub when he renovated the brownstone they now shared. The warm water felt glorious to Danny as Jason settled him into the tub. The water turned off and Danny was able just bask in the warmth. He hated how he was perpetually cold— something Jason seemed to almost be constantly trying to fix with warm drinks and hot baths and more blankets than one home should have.

Danny loved it all.

“So good to me,” Danny murmured as Jason ran a damp cloth down his arm. He could feel the vibration of Jason’s low chuckle and it made him smile. He sighed as Jason ran the cloth between his fingers, massaging the aching digits gently. The careful cleaning continued, Jason scrubbing lightly with the slight rough cloth and kneading at knotted muscles.

As the cloth ran between his thighs, Danny arched up only for Jason to lay a hand against his stomach and press him back down. Jason kissed Danny’s pout away, but didn’t let him up. Danny squirmed against the hand mostly to feel Jason hold him down without a bit of effort. Jason teased him, staying purposefully away from where Danny wanted him to touch. These sessions didn’t always end in sex— it wasn’t always what he needed or what Jason needed. Sometimes Danny just needed the soft commands to listen to. Sometimes Jason just needed to be in control.

Tonight though, Danny wanted it to go somewhere, so he pressed into ever teasing touch.

Danny could feel his finger tips getting pruney by the time Jason kissed them gently and helped Danny out of the tub. Grabbing one of the massive, fluffy towels, Jason died Danny off, sometimes trailing kisses after the path of the towel.

“Tease,” Danny muttered when Jason pressed a kiss to the inside of Danny’s thigh, completely ignore the half hard cock. Jason’s rumbling laugh buzzed happily through the contact.

When Jason rested his hand on the back of Danny’s neck again and gave a slight tug, Danny collapsed bonelessly against him with a soft sigh.

Yes, Jason was too good to him.

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AN: So this is a thing I wrote, apparently LOL. I've written about 3k today so far and this was a third of that. Inspired by comments about Jason being a soft dom and based loosely in this very loose idea of mine here with an in their 30's Jason and Danny, where Danny suffered many more side effects from his death.

I don't know how erotic is allowed on tumblr these days so we're fading to black there. I don't need to be shadow banned again lol. Just assume Jason continued to make Danny very happy and very relaxed. (Would have liked to write Danny getting properly into sub space if I could have pulled it off but didn't fit pacing wise within keeping it postable here.)

(Hopefully this scratches that soft dom itch @roanawayspoons?)

Will this become A Thing? Idk honestly, I guess it depends on time and what all of you think of it!

[starrysharks]

i want to delete my twitter account so fucking bad

[kinokoshoujoart]

CORRECT TAGS‼️‼️‼️‼️ @rn0na-lizard you are so so so correct….. my favorite ‘Normal Girl’ in hmds…….i almost never see anyone talk about these aspects of her let alone also love her for them as they should.

i feel like Leona/ DS lumina gets mischaracterized super often which is understandable bc out of all the DS candidates leona is the least like her ancestor (who i also love, for different reasons).

in AWL lumina was the only kid in the valley for a very long time, but many of the DS residents have lived in the valley their whole lives. while lumina had accepted her role as a proper young heiress by chapter 3 of AWL— and when DS begins Leona already at this point of her life— lumina still had a lingering sense of uncertainty and angst and loneliness and doubt, and unresolved worries about her parents. absolutely none of this is present with leona

in this world leona starts with Lumina’s 22 year old appearance, she’s just rich as hell and living her best life (as she deserves), she’s unabashedly shallow, puts herself first always, speaks so politely and affably yet she can be so casually cruel in the most genuine cute way and out of touch with reality and and i fucking love her and i’d die for her. my beloved girlboss girlkeep girlypop

more iconic Leona Moments

when muu/muffy asks for beauty advice leona’s recommendation is “this brand of mail order beauty cream is simply divine! and it was quite inexpensive too, just 100,000 G 🥰” everyone else looks uncomfortable and muu is like “you’re as frivolous as always….”

aside from the 3 who take literally half your money (Witch💖, moi, and thomas) leona and panama (romana) take the most money from you if they carry you home when you faint. just a couple of girl bosses holding on to their girlpire (btw shout out to sebastian, the only resident in the entire valley who carries you home for free)

neither panama nor leona attend the harvest festival, they send sebastian there by himself to test the food first lmao (if you poison it like the witch they’re harboring on their property requires you to do, sebastian is just like “i can’t serve this to Mistress Panama…”)

once again sebastian attacks mukumuku for her sake, this time not to make her a paintbrush but she told him to get her the best slippers and this was apparently the easiest way. sebastian gets fucking mauled btw

leona has hands down the best romance route in hmds. all her scenes are incredible but god the slow burn friends to lovers with your DVD player….

in her purple heart event she shows up at your house because she heard you have a DVD player, asks you to show her how it works, and then just leaves after she’s done playing with it

in her yellow heart event she has sebastian fetch van so she can buy a DVD player for herself but van’s like “i’m so sorry …. Pete… bought the last one….”

leona is so unable to stomach the idea of other people having things she doesn’t that she starts to cry and the only way to placate her is to tell her she can go to your house anytime she wants just so she can use your DVD player. that’s not a setup to a budding romance that’s her final heart event

it’s the most incredible romance arc in the world like girl you have infinite money you can just. buy a DVD player somewhere else?? “i want to watch DVDs at my house just like you!” leona you have three entire bedrooms

“rich girl love interest who has everything except love, win her heart by having genuine conversation with her”: done to death, tired, i don’t have time for that

“rich girl love interest who has everything except a fucking DVD player, win her heart by giving her expensive stuff and ‘relax tea’ and access to your DVD player”: audacious, intriguing, never been done before, innovative

if you deny her god-given right to access your DVD player she is like “Is that so……………Just let me be alone for a little bit.” incredible tragedy i understand. take as much time as you need to grieve darling

oh but her first heart event asks you to pick a side in an argument she’s having with panama and the correct answer is to say “sebastian is the one who’s wrong” (sebastian has said nothing wrong this whole time and yet both of them have just been yelling at him to shut up)

and her blue heart event is “help me find this heirloom necklace… boohoo…” and when you find it she’s like “perfect! now grandma won’t get mad at me. hmm, you seem pretty dependable…♡” augh she’s way too good at this…….!!! i’ll do anything for you!

when you propose she says “of course, i always dreamed of having a romance and a wedding♡” and says nothing abt how she feels about you <3

also if you marry her, once a week she goes to hang out at her ex love interest’s place for 6 hours straight and comes home saying “whew… i had so much fun that i must have lost track of time… i’ll hurry on home”

if you marry another girl she starts flirting with you like “I’m so envious of your wife, having such a fine husband… Pete.” (or whatever your name is)

i’ve become obsessed with her and romeo’s horrible trainwreck soap opera marriage since replaying cute in jp… it’s SO… i have so much to say about them that it should be its own post but i’ll just give the cliffnotes

shotgun wedding vibes. romeo is surprised by his own wedding. they’re childhood friends but he himself has never considered marrying her. her words to him at their wedding are “Make me happy♡” (command)

she understandably can’t stand his terrible table manners or his clothes or anything about him (except that she wants to watch him surf and have his child. but he instead walks in circles all day. coward) and he’s both really good at accidentally stepping on landmines and just ever so slightly majorly terrified of her after marriage (“but surely her angry outbursts are just her way of showing love hahahahaha” you’re going to die. she’s going to kill you). the only positive things they say about their marriage are extremely shallow. they can’t communicate with each other because romeo always says the Dumbest Shit obliviously and leona always responds by cutting him out of her life forever!!!!!! (for 5 seconds) while he has no idea what happened

they are both so melodramatic and they both just do nothing except make each other worse and run away from each other and push each other away but they can’t escape each other. neither of them ever has to grow or change if they marry each other because an elderly overworked man is sustaining both of their existences and neither of them can take care of themselves and i love them your honor

also romeo’s first crush as a kid was apparently her mom, and if leona falls for YOU she flirts by mentioning that sebastian says you look like the spitting image of her dead father. dear fucking god

they’re the epitome of “You're both just enabling each other's mental illnesses. You're both perfect for each other. Never change. Just never involve anybody else in what you've got going on.”

romeo really does feel like her stupid lackey. like the karen to her regina. they even had this dynamic in the games they played as kids… she was the Harvest Goddess and he was Servant A/Minion A (they might still be playing this game as adults…he calls her lady/mistress sometimes after marriage…)

btw leona’s best friend (wife) marivia is also just as… there’s an event where they just gossip about all the mineral town ppl and marivia says ann would win a gluttony contest and they both giggle

there’s also an event where marivia casually walks into Witch’s hut and just interviews her so she can write her into a novel. witch is left completely drained by this exchange. leona and marivia both are so chill about the horrible cruel villainess living in leona’s shed who wants the town poisoned and rewards you for killing animals and hurting yourself and is putting curses on everyone (and they’re right. she’s never done anything wrong in her life)

[pandelacreme]

at first glance i thought the fixation on till’s neck was a sly joke about a/b/o, a genre heavily based in bl works, in the same cheeky way ivan’s name is a play on korean lgbt slang.

but the recurring motif of strangulation, how till's relationships (excluding his infatuation with mizi) are largely characterized with him being the object while the other is the subject; how him being on a leash, not just a collar, is quite literally one of his defining visual traits...

it reminds me of shakespeare's othello, where the titular character strangles his wife to death in a fit of jealousy over her alleged infidelity... the results of round 6 almost feel like a subversion of that play, where the leading artwork, esp the red one, seemed to suggest that ivan would strangle till in an act of possession, but it ended up as just the opposite.

but i wonder if there's more symbolism we can extrapolate if we hypothesize that some of the imagery are allegories to othello...