#the face in the confessional

[theinfernalcalypso]

i worked on this for 2 days take it from me (and behold, i have laptop and tablet capabilities now) (i feel powerful)

also no i don't just draw myself all the time it's just i find myself an easy to work with subject when i'm out of practice and/or wanna try a new thing

also i was originally gonna do a dress but then i was like "damn that's gonna cover up the feat of me drawing digitigrade legs kneeling tho" and then i remembered ROMPERS exist and tbh? love them. i don't use them enough. i should use them in character design more honestly. also corset + romper imo an unexpected slay

[widowshill]

— And do you or do you not have difficulty remembering such simple instructions? — Only during thunderstorms, sir.

THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) / DARK SHADOWS (1966)

[righteous-pinkie-pie]

💕

[shmothman]

Confessional

Pairing: Wolfwood & Reader, Vash/Reader Rating: Explicit (for language and discussion of explicit topics) Words: 773 Tags: gender neutral reader, Wolfwood's stupid portable confessional, trigun 98, reader has a crush on Vash and thinks it's unrequited, Wolfwood is my best friend who makes me want to punch him in the face A/N: this isn't really crack but it sure is stupid!

“You’re brooding,” Wolfwood says, coming to lean against the siding of the building next to you.

You shoot him an annoyed glance. “I'm not brooding.”

He plows forward like he didn’t hear you. “It’s about needle-noggin, ain’t it?”

“No,” you lie, “it’s not.” It’s not about him, or the way you wish he felt even an ounce of what you feel for him, or the way he was so close to you last night while he was drunk and now is keeping a careful distance. It’s not about any of that. Of course it’s not.

“It’d probably help if you confessed your sins,” he says, pulling out that damn ‘portable confessional’ with a shit-eating grin that makes you roll your eyes at the best of times—and now just makes you scoff.

“Yeah,” you reply with biting sarcasm, “I’m sure it would.”

“Come on,” he says, grinning wider. “You know you want to.”

“Not a single part of me wants that, Nic. I don’t even know the however-many-sins-there-are.”

“Seven,” he supplies helpfully, ticking them off on his fingers: “pride, sloth, greed, gluttony, wrath, envy, and—“ he winks at you— “lust.”

You laugh, incredulous. “Right. Okay. You know what? Fuck it.” 

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you snatch the confessional from his hands, putting it over your head and crossing your arms over your chest. If he’s gonna be an ass, you’re gonna make him regret it. 

“You wanna hear me confess my fuckin’ sins, Nicholas? Here: hey, father, I’ve been lustful as hell! I can’t even look in his general direction without getting horny! I can’t stop thinking about making out with him, and every time he pulls a trigger I think about his fingers inside me! I wanna fuck him six ways to sunday, in every position imaginable, over and over again until neither of us can walk for days!!” You can’t see his face right now, but you hope you’re making it as red as yours feels—though, damn him, it does feel good to confess this shit to somebody. Even if that somebody is Wolfwood. “I am lustful every minute of every goddamn day, and especially every minute of the night. And, hey, Isn’t masturbation a sin? I’m super guilty of that one. Like super guilty. Like every night guilty. He so much as smiles at me and I’m gonna jack off about it. I want to ride him like a goddamn Tomas, and you know what? I’m so in love with him, it hurts!”

…Well, you’ve sort of lost the plot, now. And you’re feeling much less confident than you were ten seconds ago. You pull the stupid box off your head and hold it back out to Wolfwood, jaw set and face flushed. 

His eyebrows are still sky-high, but he doesn’t quite look like you’ve embarrassed him… just yourself.

“There,” you say with finality. “That’s my confession.”

“Hi guys!” the voice behind you makes the blood drain from your face. Come on. You feel the warmth of him as he comes up behind you—you feel his presence, like you always do. “What’s up?” Vash asks.

Wolfwood’s eyes dart to you, then up to meet Vash’s gaze as he grins predatorily. “Oh, they were just telling me something really funny.” He cocks his head at you, and you want to wipe that damn smile right off his face. “Hey, why don’t you tell Vash what you just told me?”

You’re going to kill him. You’re actually going to kill him. Glaring daggers, you do your best to make your tone cheerful, though it sounds forced even to your own ear. 

“Oh, it really wasn’t that funny!”

“Sure it was,” Wolfwood says, smug as all hell. “Made me laugh, anyhow.”

You grind your teeth.

“I’m sure it was funny, I wanna hear it!” Vash says, and Jesus Christ, why did you ever open your mouth?

“Yeah, he wants to hear it,” Nicholas taunts.

You take a deep breath. “Oh! Hey, uh, I just remembered that Meryl and Milly need me for—um—something! Gotta run!”

With one final death glare thrown Wolfwood’s way, you turn on your heel, pointedly not looking at Vash as you make your completely un-smooth exit—you can’t let him see the way your face is burning.

God. Wolfwood’s never gonna let you live this one down.

Vash frowns as you leave, sure that he’s stepped into something, but not sure what. “What was so funny, Wolfwood?”

Nicholas claps him on the shoulder, the portable confessional set down on the ground. “Believe me,” he says, slipping a cigarette between his lips. “You’re gonna wanna hear it from them.”

[oeuvrinarydurian]

photo by endeavourneverland

I was looking for something snarky, but this is so beautiful that I’m almost tearing up. Let’s just celebrate the actor and his beautiful contemplative visage. 

[bbsidehustle]

rewatching the rome boot episode like god. that’s television.

[sadowlswriting]

I used to believe I could protect her,

That I could save her,

Keep her safe,

And warm.

Till something happened,

And I realised,

I can't protect her from herself.

I can't protect her from the things that haunt her at night,

From the memories that reply in her head,

The thoughts that run round her mind,

The shadow of regrets that cling to her back.

And that realisation,

hurt me,

It made my heart sting in a way I've never felt before,

Felt like my blood went cold,

And my mouth went dry.

I used to believe I could protect her.

We hardly speak anymore.

I don't think, I know her like I used to.

I can't save her.

I failed.

-Owl.

[season-77]

It's still the weekend somewhere in the world, so let's stay in the poolside vibe … a cocktail by the pool, swimsuits required. I wouldn't have thought of greeting guests in such attire, but I'll risk it if HE looks at me like that …

[ruinous-confessions]

I think most of the villainous guys go “oh he’s had 50 years of dismemberment trauma. Therefore threatening that isn’t good. But y’know what’s bad for people who act for 50 years straight? Having to be faced with who they are under the mask”

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[theinfernalcalypso]

I was halfway through this when informed the weather decided plans for today were canceled. Yes I finished it anyway. I am going to start killing again

[mortellanarts]

First, I'm not quite sure if you saw the answer I gave to your question on Rot in Paradise, so I'm just checking here 👍

Anyway, out of the three Zero Escape games, which one was your favourite and least favourite and why? I think for me it was 999 as the best, then VLR and then ZTD. I like all the games, but the first one was the one where I enjoyed things the most (especially the art for that one).

I sawww many moons ago, my bad qwq

I have had the game dowloaded along with Eloquent Countenance and played Married in Red!! Pretty simple but good, it made me nostalgic for finding those short and sweet rpg maker horror games between replaying the longer more popular ones, I'm looking forward to playing the two whenever my brain allows me especially since I'm trying to get back into game making and so I feel like I need to pay extra attention to everything

Second question! I certainly have a soft spot for 999 above the others as well (parentified brother of the year is not on the other ones) it was very important to me, that kind of media that shows up in your life right when you need it when things are tough to give you an epiphany on how to get through it you know? but even revisiting the serries as a whole I'd have to say the visual presentation does have a lot to do with it too yeah... VLR is harder to think about for me because there's so so much blue and grey that just morphs together but I'd still say I like it better than ZTD because some moments in it just really rub me off the wrong way despite me remembering them all much better? I think a lot of the last fic I made was me making peace with the way canon concluded and forcing open some space for the characters to breathe and feel like they have humanity and internal logic again to my way of reading each of them at least

[marieispink]

To everyone claiming August redemption I still don't remember him fucking apologizing to Simon. Is he a better person now? Yes. Does it make it right? No. Does it make it okay putting a sex offender in a throne? Nope. Especially one that only seems to regret the damage he's done to his upper class victim. I said what I said.

That being said I really hope for a scene between Simon and August. I've been wanting that the whole season. Imagine how interesting.

[radiocoll]

Oh please, abysmal is hardly the word I'd use. I expected nothing, and I've already expressed how amused I am with this. On that note, I believe you're running yourself in circles too much to see what's quite obvious. Otherwise, no fun without a little risk of shame, no? And, I suppose that means I'm not included in those who annoy you. Fascinating.

i'm annoyed very easily, i just have impeccable self control. you only annoy me very slightly because you sound an awful lot like a particular detective and even thinking of him and likeminded individuals gets on every one of my nerves.

i actually do not feel shame! that is why i'm avoiding making any guesses. i hate being proven wrong too.

have we really never interacted before? at all? is the time the only help i'll get?

[the-devil-less-known]

Hey, real talk for a moment, please!

So, I've noticed just now someone who has me blocked is reblogging my posts? I don't mind the reblogging, it's like a head pat, but I am bothered about it being an answered ask and I can't see who liked it enough to reblog and presumably follows me,,

Maybe it's the new roleplay tumblr culture, since there's rules now with following and passwords and such that I don't entirely understand,, but it's a bit distressing when I haven't interacted with a blog only to get blocked and finding posts reblogged by those that blocked me,,

I'm sorta hoping it's a mistake and it's because it was my main following that hadn't been touched for a hot minute; I know it's like, a very tiny non-issue, but between that and some Lucifer rp blogs I really admire also having me blocked without any interaction,,

It kinda crushes my spirit a bit, y'know? Like,, I know he's not like canon, and these are just muses, but it sorta feels like a rejection from the character himself haha

Anyway,, sorry for the vent, just um, if you want to follow me, could you check and see if you have

@our-brightest-stars

blocked? That's my main that I don't use anymore, thank you,, anyway,, to the usual programming

[weenhands]

i said i was touching myself while browsing your blog, not TO it ;) I ended up here because of a horny post, but I got intrigued and kept browsing... but I do have a suspicion now that you might be hot

is it in the two note posts of me crying for help

[must4rds33d]

despite the weaknesses of villette (practically unreadable if you don’t understand french and don’t have translations at hand, overly ambiguous, clunky structure, moralizing tone that can be overbearing, etc. etc.) its dogged earnestness is gripping