#they're happier like this actually

[yaoimancer]

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[egophiliac]

doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus

watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫

(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)

[lunarin64art]

That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔

[sysig]

Do not separate them /threatening (Patreon)

[halfdeadwallfly]

[softquietsteadylove]

Hear me out

This picture from the Ice queen and Tyrant king wedding (they are already married, the party is just to make it official)

"Gil," the Ice Queen chided as his lips moved from her cheek towards her neck. Usually her hair sat in his way, but she had twisted it up at the back of her head for the rare occasion.

"What?" he whispered directly against her skin, inhaling as if she were his favourite delicacy.

"We're nearly there," she pushed faintly against his chest. Perhaps it was her own fault for allowing herself to be swayed into sitting in his lap in the back of the limo. Maybe she too was riding the high of their nuptial elation.

"Nearly," he asserted, nuzzling the base of her neck and trailing his fingers down the area of her back her dress exposed. "I like this thing."

Thena tittered faintly as his touch both tickled and soothed. "You picked it out--I imagine you do."

"I like everything you wear," he somewhat corrected her statement as his hand moved from her shoulder to her thigh. He didn't grip strong enough to leave a mark, but he traced where the hem of her dress met her knife holster.

"Leave it," she told him mildly. "We don't have time."

The Tyrant King pulled away and pouted at her.

She laughed. He just looked so uncharacteristically jilted when he used that face--like a dog teased with a treat only for it to disappear on him. She cupped his cheeks, "or do you wish to be interrupted in the midst of things?"

He pursed his lips - just like she did - emphasizing the sharp peaks of his cupid's bow. "Would you really leave in the middle of things?"

Well, no, she would be just as eager and willing to finish. But that was not the point. She shook her head and kissed him again. "It's bad decorum to be late to your own reception, Gilgamesh. Especially appearing mussed and reeking of sex."

He grinned like a fiend, leaning in to kiss her more passionately again. The kind of kiss that made her have to gasp in air upon surfacing, as if she were drowning in him. "But you never look more beautiful than when you're all messy and smell like me."

"Of course you would think that," she murmured, although if she were being completely honest, smelling like him was not strictly something she despised.

Gil leaned back against the seat again, toying with some of the strands of blonde dancing around her face, curling up around the sharp line of her jaw. He lazily twirled one around his finger. "Can't a man simp over his new wife?"

Thena shook her head at him again, only because her smile was far too extreme to control. Even then, her body betrayed her, leaning into his embrace again. She pressed her nose into the shoulder of his - rather fetching, actually - light checked suit. "Are you not the one who has insisted all this time that we have been married for years?"

He chuckled again, his hand running down her back to the bow of her dress at its smallest part. He slipped his hand under the knot, claiming that particular spot as his own territory. "You're right. You've been my wife for a long time, Ice."

What a romantic, her Tyrant.

He had told her so, all this time. And he included it when they were in Korea, and in Russia as well. Gil always made it clear that she was the woman for him.

Imo knew, of course. She had overseen their business in Korea. Gil still hadn't told her all that Imo said to him, but apparently it was laden with compliments for her and lecturing him to be a good husband and cook for her and not skip on helping clean at home.

Thena hired cleaners for that (she wasn't good at remembering to clean either). She did tell Imo that he always took care of the dishwasher and made sure their laundry was sorted for their cleaning service and took care of the grocery deliveries.

Gil was right, they had been married in all the ways it mattered for quite some time.

But now they had two pieces of paper to certify that. Three, actually; that was what the party here was to inaugurate--their third marriage certificate.

It was just a piece of paper. There was no reason it should feel different, she had always said--always insisted. But then something had felt different. She had woken one morning, looked at Gil in bed beside her. That was all it was; even when he asked she didn't have a better explanation for him than that.

They were in Korea already for business, why not get married? That was all she had said. And he had no questions or concerns. He immediately kissed her and told her he would call Imo and arrange everything.

And then why not stop by Russia on their way home?

Gil still had no way of knowing who of her associates in Russia were actually old 'contacts', as it were. His Russian was rusty, and his accent when speaking often caused miscommunication.

She did all of the talking for him. Especially when her excommunicated family contacts happily informed them that marriage was not for the feint of heart, and if any trouble happened, they wouldn't be receiving help. They would instead be coming to cut off the fingers with their wedding rings thereupon. She had happily told each and every one of them to go to hell and she wouldn't be allowing that.

Gil had happily just nodded and said 'da' most of the night. Such a good boy.

Thena kissed him again, laying her arms on the solid width of his shoulders. Their lips parted as if it was torturous, like each kiss felt like the last and they were desperate for more.

"As far as I'm concerned," Gilgamesh brought up his last train of thought again. "You've always been the one for me, babe."

Thena gave him her driest, most icy glare.

The Tyrant King didn't even flinch. "From the first time we made love. Maybe even before, really."

Thena rolled her eyes at that. She could no longer deny that even when they were having purely carnal trysts with each other, perhaps there had always been a layer of feeling to it that she had always tried to deny. "Always?--truly, Gilgamesh?"

He softened, though, bowing his head to her to all but hide against her exposed clavicle. "Always, Princess, even if I wasn't always the best at showing you that."

Thena ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Even now, long after the fact - long even after his shooting incident - he carried the remorse about the Little Heiress deep in him. She had long forgiven him, even if she once thought that she never, ever would. But it was Gil who had never forgiven himself for it. "Gil-"

He turned his face into the hollow of her throat, wrapping both arms tightly around her waist. "You're my one and only, Thena. I don't need some paper to prove that to anyone."

Thena let him cling to her, only because it was to help him feel better about it. She pressed her cheek to his hair. "All is said and done, Muzh. You know I've forgiven it."

He said nothing about whether he could join her in her forgiveness. But he pulled his head up again, kissing her cheek. "Y'know her family contacted Imo?"

"What?!" Thena actually squawked, forgetting her usual comportment and gripping Gil's shoulders. She all but shook him. "When--how?!"

He laughed faintly, letting her rattle him over it. "I was shocked, too. And I'm sure Imo absolutely let 'em have it for having the audacity to speak with her directly."

Thena could only imagine. She had never truly been on the receiving end of real, unmitigated fury from Imo. And she never wanted to be. The small, 149cm (4'11") crime mogul was her one and only true fear in this world. She also loved her dearly.

"She told them that they had no right asking about her son's marriage," Gil chuckled, obviously proud to state that his aunt was still the terrifying mother figure he had always known, and that telling people to mind their own was still her specialty.

"Leave it to Imo," Thena mused with a smile of her own. She would have liked to see what kind of fear Imo could strike into the Little Heiress' family. Sometimes she wondered how the nine-fingered brat was faring. She had been the last time she had practiced the tradition of those in the business from her home country.

Gil gazed at her, his thoughts shifting. "You looked beautiful."

Thena's gaze shied away from his. "You always say that."

He traced his lips along her cheek, though. "Doesn't make it any less true. I think Imo was secretly really happy you wanted to wear it."

Thena had never worn a hanbok before. "It was truly stunning. And I consider myself lucky to have worn something made by a textile master like Imo."

Gil had burst into tears as soon as he saw her in it. Her sweet, romantic, sentimental Tyrant. She'd had to hold back her own tears purely in reaction to him.

Russia had far less pomp and circumstance. She had introduced Gil to a few people, not as a boyfriend but as a husband. She had worn a dress she already had with her, although using her lace as a veil was a tradition Gil thought was just a cute idea she'd had the day of.

"My blushing bride."

She huffed and pinched his side. He did not have to bring it up.

"We could make a thing of it," he suggested with renewed glee. "Get remarried every year?"

Thena laughed, letting him pepper kisses along whatever part of her he could reach. "You mean renew our vows, I believe. And that sounds like far too much upkeep for us."

She was right. They had businesses to run. Business was the primary point of their trips; marriage had been a - very, very - happy addition to the itinerary.

"Fine," Gil feigned a long, deep sigh. Before, of course, giving her a devillish grin again. "I'll settle for going on a honeymoon every year."

"You certainly have your priorities," she drawled. She meant it as an indictment of his lack of self control when it came to matters of the flesh. She refused to acknowledge that she was hardly better in matters like those.

"Damn right I do," Gil growled, using his renewed vigour to grasp at her with his bear paws. "I've got the most beautiful woman in the world as my wife, why wouldn't I want all the alone time with her I can get?"

"We have had nothing but alone time since returning home," she reminded him, still determined to arrive in a presentable state (making out aside).

It wasn't even upon their return home. The plane ride back from the other side of the globe was long, and they'd had plenty of time to...celebrate. And in the car home. And then for the three days at home before arranging this reception, as it were.

She was walking fine, but the insides of her thighs were showing signs of redness from the frequency with which Gilgamesh...attended to her.

"Enough is never enough of you, Ice."

Thena kissed him one last time. Their lips fit together and their tongues stole what time they could, weaving in a most ungraced way. She allowed it, though, tasting the coffee on his tongue. It had been a whirlwind of a month, from start to finish.

Perhaps they could take a vacation next year, whether they called it a second honeymoon or not.

The limo came to a stop, and Gil adjusted her on his lap. His fingers dragged down the line of her thigh muscles. She could hear him grinning. "We're here, Sweetness-unless you'd like to continue."

She gave his chest a light smack. "Very funny."

"Fine, fine," he sighed, letting her slither off him. He turned in the seat, following her out.

Thena paused, half in the car and half out of it. She leaned back in to him. His knees parted, letting her rest her weight on the seat to kiss him. His hand so naturally came up and spread out over her back, sealing his skin to hers at any opportunity. Her body breathed a sigh of relief, unnaturally happy just to have him close.

Gil blinked, the dazed one - for once - as she pulled away.

She swiped at her lips to make sure her lip tint was still in place, then at his to make sure not too much lingered on him. "Shall we?"

Gil chuckled, leaving one last kiss on her hand before it escaped him. "After you, Dear."

"Darling," she humoured him, pulling his hand out of the car with her. He smacked the door closed, letting his hand land on her thigh again. She almost told him to behave himself.

"Hey," he barked, half serious and half joking. "Get that camera off my wife's legs."

Druig winked at them, promising to send them the picture he had just snapped of their newlywed nonsense. Knowing Gil, he would make it his new phone background (much to her mortification).

Ajak was at the front of the crowd waiting for them to arrive. She raised her champagne to them. "To the happy couple!"

Those invited cheered for them. Thena pushed against Gil, as if she could disappear inside of him until all the extra attention had drained away. He held her to him, happy to absorb the well wishes for her.

Ajak took a sip of her drink before feeling the need to add, "at least you never fucked each other in my office."

Truly the most evil of all the crime lords in this city.

[solaestial]

end roll X stranger things 2v2 🔥

super random and self-indulgent crossover but. i did some pixels in a kind of semi-battle setup for fun ehe. the pairings feel both a little similar to me and VERY different ofc it's so funny

separate duos and alts under the cut :>

[a-vague-yet-menacing-agency]

Old news but the fact that Cody was manager at hot topic is so unexplored in fandom. Like he wasn't some shithead employee he was the boss Entry level retail workers are so rarely promoted to manager nowadays, like, was Cody just that good at selling/managing the store? Also, managers make good money. Okay, haha, it's a hot topic, but store managers make like 70,000$ a year (CAD). They have health insurance. So Cody was actually doing pretty well. It's kinda weird to pretend he was on the same level as his friend with just a standard sales associate position, even if that friend was also full-time. Like the power and responsibility that Cody actually had is kind of impressive especially for 28.

AND then! To become a carnie! Like sick move and also Cody lost all his money anyway but the financial disparity! Was Murph probably thinking of like an assistant manager position which would make more sense with Cody's vibe? Probably. Is it funnier to imagine that Cody had to make sales reports to corporate and design store planograms? Absolutely.

Cody was management.

[margindoodles2407]

riyo and thorn's friendship is something that can be so personal to me

@whyoneartheven @seeking-elsewhither @jessicalled @griseldafury21 @cheerfullycatholic

@kommandantpinks @turdofanerd @seaotter-17 @majorproblems77

[stephofromcabin12]

I think possibly the funniest thing about that one really negative pjo show subreddit I found while still in my defending the show arc is that they seemingly had no idea how animation works over there.

As someone who does know quite a bit about animation, they seem to regard it as a sort of...Magic band-aid? Like the animation itself will fix any and all problems when really, it would not do any of the things they want (except maybe allow for more book accurate designs. But if that's where the shoe is pinching, maybe read the graphic novels?)

Like cost effective? No. Animation is pretty famously expensive unless you refuse to pay your workers fairly. And uuuh. I'd rather they didn't do that, thanks. Also Disney has actively downsized their animation department in recent years, I hardly think they'd be into the idea regardless of what it'd cost them.

Simplifying complex concepts? Absolutely not (Drawing ≠ Simple, thank you) ((someone mentioned Arcane as an example of animation done "right", as proof that PJO could be animated. Nothing about Arcane was simple🥀))

Take into account characters ageing? (Would still mean recasting unless you want a grown man to play Percy and so on. Unless they mean the gods, which is actually where live-action gets fun because for once we don't have to fear recasting, because it's already explained in the text that gods can do whatever they want, so if they change it's just part of canon)

Creative freedom? Oh, now you want creative freedom????? Pick a lane, people.

No required age, actors, settings? Do you think casting and background design, props, character design etc. for animation just appears out of thin air? It's the same. It's the same. It's just animated. You still need all those things. You know that, right? It's important to me that you know that.

Let's be so fucking for real. If the show was, in fact, animated, the same complaints would exist but in slightly to the left of the complaints that exist now.

"That style isn't PJO it should've been like (fill in the very personal, biased, and subjective preference)"

"Why did they animate the magic/gods/casino/water etc etc etc like that?"

"Annabeth does not look like that what were they thinking?"

You know what I mean?

[rxttenfish]

Thanks for opening my eyes to Miravi as a ship, it’s one I never would’ve even thought of but once I started thinking about it… yeah. Yeah!!!! It makes so much sense! Two tropey girls, a tragic princess and her conflicted knight in shining armour! I can’t help it, I’m a sucker for that…. (this might be why I always play as Vicky in MP…. because when I romance Miri my queen…. the polaroid is them as a knight and a princess….)

I love how you characterise them a bunch. I love that they can be two dorks together. Two nerds who love talking to and listening to each other. Two people who can heal together. Happy times for the both of them <33

thanks!! i still recall that this ship came mostly by accident to me, and honestly it was a damn fortunate accident at that because they work AMAZINGLY together. i really do like picking ships by virtue of personality and how well those personalities would mesh together, and don't like ships where that isn't directly considered, which, to be fair, i did at first think the two would probably dislike or hate each other! but i ended up thinking about it more and how the two might actually interact, and, honestly? the way they come off to me has always been that, if they can just get over that initial hump, they're WONDERFUL for each other.

i just like the way they parallel each other. both clinging to what they were told they are for their entire lives, something given to them by family and whom they had little choice in, but which they threw themselves into with a passion simply because they had nothing else they thought they could be. both with nasty, tangled histories, upholding systems which exist to eat the world and themselves simply serving as the last victims of it, neither able to fully question their role in it due to how much has been invested, how much would be lost if they had to put it aside. both with ringing alarm bells of psychological distress of all of this, that they cannot hear because they were never taught they were alarm bells, seeking out something that's close enough to what they were told they're supposed to be but without the teeth, without the fear, without the alarm bells. both rejected by their own systems by virtue of some flaw that isn't really a flaw, a fault that has marked them as unable to live up to their own myths. both only really able to come to any terms about all of this when they have other people, people who aren't a part of that system, people who they can depend on and trust, to start pointing it out and offering alternatives.

it's good! i like when two characters' journeys are really one journey, one path together, when they're in the same boat and just haven't realized it yet. i like it when they realize it, when they can finally start talking about it, finding solidarity in, yeah, actually, this IS bullshit, and why would someone do that to them. i like it when they're a conversation with each other, a mirror through which the other can be dismantled and picked apart and seen for what it is, when both act to lay the other out plain, when only the both of them can see the other for who they truly are.

and i like when it gives characters that are all high octane and presence and tension, just some downtime together. i like it when they can finally take off all that they drape themselves in, and just sit there together, vulnerable and exposed. i like how much they talk and have to say to each other, but i like how much they don't talk to each other as well, how much they can just exist in the silence together because the words aren't necessary. i like it when two characters being vulnerable with each other first feels like strangulation, and then, release.

[vimbry-moved]

it's sad how many reviews and stuff around tmbg seem to centre linnell as the sole dark and creepy writer of the band, never really crediting flansburgh too. do "hide away folk family," "dirt bike," "rabid child," "black ops," "cloisonné" mean nothing to them, smh.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

did i ever tell yall about the fact that i used to cry over not being a single-celled organism

[xskyll]

Mermaid Melody: Here are two characters who you, personally, will think have the best designs of the show. They're very cool. One of them wears a studded choker and studded armlets. They both have those cool fish fin things on the sides of their heads.

Me: I accept this gift. Thank you.

Mermaid Melody: They are canonically lesbians and are in a loving, committed relationship.

Me: Even better.

Mermaid Melody: One has a red color scheme and the other blue...except the red one has blue eyes and the blue one has red eyes.

Me: Omg, I love that.

Mermaid Melody: They have the healthiest relationship of all the couples in the show. One of them does something that means almost certain death for the two of them and, instead of getting mad, the other one expresses soft concern but otherwise explicitly trusts that the other had a good reason for what she did.

Me: Wow, trust like that is rare to see in any show. You know, you're listing so many perfect things about them, I can't help but feel like there's a "but" coming up, lol.

Mermaid Melody: =)

Me:

Mermaid Melody: =) =)

[numberoneanika]

Honestly the roleplay blogs are stronger than I am because if I saw a post where people were saying my blog was annoying and calling me corny I would jump in a large pit and rot away

[toppercentageofrattata]

I have so many thoughts on Sua and I want to write character studies, but I suck at wording things so instead of writing anything I just stare at her and cry.