#the heart underneath

[theresa-draws]

walking between dreams

[starshapedspider]

morning ford

[thebrainrotsreal]

Was pondering how Mark’s rigid ass mask/lens is prob a Budget Thing (since squishy, bendy lens are pretty much a mandate for all hero animated series, like JL, BTAS, TNBA, Spider-Man, etc), and then I was slapped with a vision of Mark in a more JL/BTAS-ish style and I had to see it through. I am a genius btw.

[hoaxghost]

side note I do think about Anya's medical ability a lot...I gotta write my thoughts in depth but I think its interesting to analyze. Like it's really easy for people to go point at a character trying to do something and imagine them as an expert or secretly very skilled but I find her really relatable in the sense she's got a goal in mind yet despite all her efforts she never seems to reach it. Instead it becomes a point of mockery by others.

I do believe that Curly being alive is the most supernatural aspect about the Tulpar cause to me he resembles more of a ghost that won't depart than a person capable of medical recovery. I just like the imagery of Anya struggling to aid him but his condition never improves, in fact he always appears to be in a stasis of misery, an eternal reminder of failure and accountability.

[jaggybot3000]

epic prank idea: i [Mind] make my voice modulator make me sound like my other half {Soul} to make my other other half (Heart) come to me willingly [begging and groveling] so I can convince [trick] him into taking off his blindfold [so he can See me again] and be convinced to be one with me ([{WHOLE}]) [my way, forever]

original sketch below

originally drew this when i made that one be born post about mind's voice changing. what if he was fucked up and used soul's voice sometimes. heart's too. lol

[cherripop-arts]

Drew the Heart

Yes I drew him in a skirt, so what

[operadsaremyhappyplace]

Style: *kisses Fadel's cheek*

Fadel: What was that?

Style: Affection

Fadel: Disgusting

Fadel:

Fadel: Do it again.

[ruuari]

vanitas's wayfinder

[momentofmemory]

— you're somebody else, flora cash

↳ @sceosource day 3

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Reminder that Ruki celebrates Yui on 天使の日 (Angel's Day) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Today is Angel's Day, huh?

Having one day on which I can spoil you might not be so bad.

(Source: Ruki's Official Twitter account)

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

genuinely I think one of the most pressing calls for Christians (namely Protestant Christians) today is to stop underestimating the power of beauty

visual beauty, beauty in word, beauty in sound, beauty in story

we have ceded beauty for the past 70 years to the atheistic world and people of all beliefs are realizing that world has failed to carry that standard. people are realizing their daily lives are starved of beauty--especially natural beauty--so they are turning to the entities which recognize its power. entities like paganism, witchcraft, ancestor worship, the New Age. if they are drawn to Christianity (not necessarily believing it), they are more likely to attend a Roman Catholic or Eastern Orthodox mass.

humans need beauty because humans need God, and beauty belongs to God. which means the church should be the standard-bearer of beauty in this world.

if a church can afford it, they should prioritize building a beautiful church, even if that means it will be smaller or less trendy.

if a church has skilled musicians in their midst, they should prioritize using those musicians in worship, even if it means the style of the music changes.

the church should always prioritize hymns and spiritual songs which exemplify goodness, truth, and beauty in their composition and lyrics, even if it means newcomers don't understand every line yet.

all these forms of beauty should reflect the beauty of the story of the Gospel.

[judasisgayriot]

people don't notice Patrick in public because he's below their eye level

[jjands]

MY BABYYYY

[cruyuu]

Can't stop thinking about the fact that Sukuna's sitting on a pile of skulls underneath the ribcage quite literally representing the heart. Considering he's in Yuuji, well... he's literally his heart

[plutos134340]

After 6.75 hours of this i finally finished

I really like the mask thats my favorite part of this

[fricc-darn]

Hey, I've been wondering this for a long time. What if BEN somehow got his s/o pregnant by accident (or on propose). Will they step up or leave?

I actually answered an ask like this last year! This time around I did a different outcome!

Warning: baby trapping, mentions of intercourse, mentions of abortions.

Heres the link to first one btw: https://fricc-darn.tumblr.com/post/762272924396879872/how-would-ben-react-to-getting-their-partner

How could this be?

Of all the absurdity you have experienced, this was beyond words. This could not—should not—have been possible. Sitting on the cool, ceramic floor tiles was grounding; it served as an anchor to reality. A pitiable reality. Weightless, was the pregnancy test in your hand, the results heavy on your heart. The result: two lines, a confirmed pregnancy.

You glanced down at the other tests scattered at your feet.

3+ weeks.

Positive.

Every result echoed an undeniable truth. You were pregnant with BEN's baby.

Frankly, you couldn't muster the courage to deliver the news. Your quality of life has arguably gone to the wayside over the years. Regardless, you made ends meet. You had enough to care for yourself, your home, and some indulgent goods. The amount of times you spent money on BEN could be counted on one hand. Each instance was out of your own volition; BEN was self-sustaining and cared little for materialism.

Your life, what little you lived of it, would be over with this baby. What remaind of your will to keep living was pulverized to dust. You choked back the tears, a sorry attempt at delaying the inevitable. The first tear dropped; many others soon followed, bursting from your eyes like water through a broken dam.

Slowly, the bathroom door creaked open. Exchanging hurried glances at you, then the tests on the floor, BEN approached. Its fast-moving footsteps were washed out by your grating wails. Disregarding the tests, it crushed the strewn plastic with each step, no different from bugs on the sidewalk. Its fingers massaged its temples, speaking to itself in frustration, "Shit..."

Dread cemented itself in the atmosphere at BEN's use of profanity. Your stomach pitted; such an insignificant word served as a confirmation of how dire this scenario was. "Why did you lie to me?" You would think letting the supposedly infertile artificial intelligence blow loads into you would cause no problems. Of course, with your luck, the contrary had to be the case.

BEN couldn't have let out a more harsh sigh. "I did no such thing." It threw its hands up defensively; annoyed you had the gall to assume they wanted this mess. You knew them better than that. Frankly, it was just as confused about the pregancy as you were.

"Get up." BEN yanked your arm, hoisting you off the bathroom floor. Weakly, you stumbled over your footing; your legs wobbled like coagulated jelly. Its body tensed as your face planted on its chest, attaching yourself to its body like a glue trap, sobbing your heart out. "My life is ruined! What am I gonna do?"

BEN pried you off its body; the sheer force it used to shove you away halted your wails from shock. Momentarily you lost your balance. "Your hysteria is clouding your rationale. Terminate the pregnancy." Immediately, more so, compulsively, BEN wiped its shirt.

A storm was brewing, one of disastrous effects should you not choose your words wisely. You would not deal with BEN's psychopathy along with a freak baby. An abortion is a must. Picking up the tests and their respective packaging off the floor, you sobered up. You understood the displeasure you felt paled in comparison to BEN's muddled emotional cocktail. Your vision caught glimpses of BEN standing, arms crossed, holding itself together with pursed lips. Their expression held an indescribable revolt.

Tossing the tests in the bin, you faced BEN, only for it to shuffle away. Its attention anywhere else but you. This accident was just the latest addition of misfortune to BEN's life. You were so lost in your mind; you pouted. What a potent look of disgust BEN had with you... with itself. "Yeah, you're right. You get the Plan C, and I'll go to the store to get some things, ok?" There, a moment of awkward silence arose as you trailed off. BEN's strange solemn demeanor couldn't be shaken off. You honestly expected a much more violent response to the news. "BEN, do you want anything at the store?"

BEN shook its head.

You nodded and left for your room. Rushing into your space, you dropped your fuzzy pajama bottoms. Pulling your lounge shirt over your head, you tossed it to the side. You approached your closet, looking for a new set of clothes to go out in, a voice called out from behind.

"Keep it."

You jumped. Scrambling to cover up your partial nudity, you grabbed a towel from your closet. Facing BEN, your frustration erupted. "What? Has your code gone haywire? I'm not keeping this fucking thing!" You grew accustomed to BEN's rapid mood swings, but this was out of left field. Had you kept the pregnancy results secret, you would've drunk yourself blind to rid yourself of this parasite.

BEN chuckled, admiring you still had enough energy to push back. "There is nothing wrong with my code, my dear. Think of it like this." Hands that once held yours moved to cradle your face with a rare softness. "This pregnancy is the first of its kind, a mix between human and AI—is that not fascinating? You and me?"

Its tender eyes and silken voice withered the line between insincerity and honesty. A sense of bright eyed childlike wonder that would alomst feel cruel to reject. Almost. You backed away and BEN followed suit, conering you.

You couldn't look at them, not in the eyes. It was a jarring switch-up, yes, but one that had been in development. No matter what the situation entailed, the outcome was always the same. You never had a choice. Whether their justification is scientific or to experience an opportunity they were never granted, they will always place the burden on you.

"BEN, I love you and all, but you know I can't... This is a big responsibility, and the money... Besides, I don't even know what's growing inside of me, and neither do you!" You shook your head, rebuking its selfishness a hundred times over. Your eyes stung as your breathing wavered. "W-What else are you even made of, souls and machinery aside?"

BEN's expression went neutral, then became, dare you say, shy. "... Bio-artificial flesh..."

The two of you exchanged a look. You didn't even want to begin unpacking the meaning of that statement. Maybe some blame was on you for fucking a quintessential lab rat. "Do you not hear yourself, BEN?! I could die!"

It took a moment, moseying around before finding the words to continue. "You wont. It'll be an efficient pregnancy and the child wont have many needs. We have options, should this go south." BEN urged firmly. It watched the cascading tears stain your cheeks. Transfixed by your vulnerability, it leisurely stroked your face, thumb grazing over your quivering lips.

"Please don't make me do this..." Your voice strained. You accepted their caress, a gentle touch that could lull one to sleep in the darkest of hours. You loved BEN. The prospect of having a child with them wasn't completely unappealing. You just weren't ready. Maybe, in another timeline where you are both better, having a family wouldn't be so bad.