#things that the killers are not allowed to do

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

i've seen your degeneracy. i know nothing can top that. which is why i will proudly present something that you MUST write, because i know you desire it too.

AK-15'S ABS.

(GFL) Touching AK-15's abs

I mean you're right, but to quote Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame: "...Mods, unbirth that guy!"

Before we begin, I just need ya'll to see her concept art.

The things I want this gorilla of a woman to do to me. ANYWAYS, now onto the imagine.

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15 will just simply stare at you upon being asked. You're almost half expecting her to say no aggressively or ask why, instead-

(AK-15) "...You may touch them. There is nothing special about them, however."

Upon gaining her permission, your hand brushes against her stomach, taking note of how rock solid it feels.

Yes, she is a T-Doll, but you knew they had synthetic skin that felt natural like every other human, 15's hands and face being a key sign to that.

So that only adds to your fascination when you realize just how strong her abs actually are. If she were actually human, then you'd have no doubt that 15 would easily have a six pack.

As you're taking mental notes, 15 is quietly staring at you.

Fidgeting under her intense gaze, she just asks you a question:

(AK-15) "Why do you feel the need to touch my abs?"

Your answer was simple. You wanted to see how they felt. Especially since her uniform has it out on display all the time.

(AK-15) "I see."

Her emotions (as usual) was a little hard to read. You couldn't tell if she disapproved of your curiosity, or was simply neutral to the situation.

You thought it was the ladder, until her own hands reach for your own stomach.

Which of course, was far less strong than her own, given her T-Doll physique.

(AK-15) "...I understand why you asked to touch mine."

...Now that you thought about it, T-Dolls were designed from the ground up, meaning that 15's original designer intentionally gave her a nice looking midriff.

Not that you were exactly complaining about it right this second, but why did people design a killer android to look this hot?

Sure there were psychological factors that played into it, (doubly so since it worked on you thinking that 15 was hot, and she was), but 90% of the time she's going up against other Dolls or machines.

(AK-15) "...Is there a reason your hand has stopped?"

Snapping you out of your thoughts, your eyes drift to where your hand currently was.

Which was situated firmly right below her chest-

And which you promptly yanked your hand back and thanked her for allowing you to touch those sweet abs.

15 silently nodded at you.

(AK-15) "...If you wish to do so again, then feel free, S/O."

Well, at least she didn't rip your arm off like you expected her to.

And now you were probably going to be thinking about her abs for the rest of the night.

[skelesunderthetale]

First kiss? How? 💕

Sans (Undertale) Sans wouldn't be the one making the first move, that's for sure. You'd have to be the one initiating or at least give him a sign that you would want to try out kissing. He's a bit romantic without even trying, so it'd be after a dinner date. It didn't need to be classy, you like him for his simplicity. If it had been a while since you guys were together, you would've been thinking about it for a while and would feel a bit relieved. But if it hasn't been a while, he would be surprised by your boldness. It'd be a soft smooch on the mouth. Red (Underfell) More straight forward, and it would happen not long after meeting if there was immediate flirting. If it's more of a slow burn, it would happen a short bit after getting together for real. After that, he's definitely not letting you go, he's very clingy sometimes and probably more than you. Probably annoying about it too, but tells you he's just teasing with a smirk on his face (he's not, he's hurt if you reject him). Blue (Underswap) Romance lord. Literally thinks it's wrong to kiss before dating, only hand holding allowed. If you meet him at a party or a bar, try to flirt and things go hot too quickly, he'll be the one to reject you. If you're his type (probably, I mean he doesn't have very high standards), he'll ask you out for a date the week after, he's a very busy skeleman! If you think you can kiss him after the first date, well... you guys aren't really there yet. He's very patient about it, and should be too if you want him that bad. After all this courtship, you find out he was worth the wait. Dream (Dreamtale) Another one that you'll need to make the first move for. It's not that he's shy, but that he feels like it's not his thing to do stuff like that. Add a bit of hyperselfconsciousness and awkwardness, and you have him when it comes to physical intimacy and romantic feelings. He can feel if you have good intentions or not, and if your heart is pure enough something between you two COULD happen. You also need his trust, and have to convince him that he can let himself loose more often. Nightmare (Dreamtale) Just like Dream, it's not that he's shy. For him it's because he just really hates it. If you want a chance at it, you have to take him by surprise, which isn't easy to start with. Also, you need to have a good friendship already or a nice enough relationship if you don't want him to rip you apart (and not in any of the possible good ways, I promise you). He's not gonna just blush and look away like in a cute comic, he's not a tsundere or whatever, Nightmare will stare into your soul until you apologise. Good luck guys! Ink (___tale) Ink thinks it's just a fun thing, if he knows you enough. Ask him and he'd probably do it, not directly on the mouth though. Of course he knows the meaning, and would ask you if you realise he's not really the type of guy you should consider as a future lover, but if you're sure that there's no other feelings involved, he's fine. But like... why do that though? Is it because you're curious about how a skeleton with an actual mouth feels like? Error (Errortale) Ouch, very hard to do that in general. He's a bit more easy to fall in love with than Ink or Nightmare, but he's still not the lovey-dovey guy from your dreams, and he knows that, and it irritates him. Even if he finds interest in you, or even loves you, it's hard for him to fight his phobia and fears. You need to be patient, and let him come to you first. Killer (Something New) Another one that doesn't really wait up on things like courting or relationship stages. You like him? What the hell but damn he likes you too so let's go! He has close to no experience, and it's messy, the kiss and your face after... because his tears are definitely tainting it. He knows you're a freak anyway, so he doesn't try to avoid that. Author note: I just wanted to give something during my winter break. A lot happened since my last post. I wrote something for Dust but Tumblr doesn't like it.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Killer feeling extremely defensive of his soul and yet at the same time being unable to bring himself to stop anyone from staring or even touching. He'll just freeze up and let people do whatever they want with him, even if he would be technically capable of fighting them of the struggle is over the moment they have his soul.

Killer hating the way people stare at his soul.

Killer hating his soul.

Killer hating himself.

Killer allowing and pushing for color to touch it and handle it and hold it all the time. It still makes him freeze up in fear. But it's better. He hates it but it's better if its color, he wants it to be color. He wants colors touch to wash away all the other touches and the stares and just- everything- he feels dirty. He feels gross and dirty and used. And it still feels horrible when it's color but he convinces himself it doesn't, he wanted this, he asked for this, it's always going to be someone atleast like this it's someone he trusts. Color wouldn't take advantage, color won't hurt him, he knows that. He knows. He wants this. Right? He must. He asked.

Killer getting frustrated when color won't touch him. Him trying desperately to explain that it's fine and that he wants this and he really really does want this, please.

Color seeing right trough his bullshit.

Color trying to explain to killer that this isn't the right way to process or 'get rid' of his trauma. Color trying to tell killer that forcing it like that will just make it worse. Color trying to make killer understand that he doesn't have to let Color do that, that he doesn't have to let anyone do that, that killer can live out the rest of his live without allowing anyone to touch his soul ever again and that's okay. He doesnt need to rush it. These things need time. Forcing it before he's ready will only do more harm than good.

Reminds me of ano saying that killer is so used to be touched without permission or being asked from nightmare that he’d be extremely docile with anyone touching or moving him because he’s conditioned to be accepting of these things and they’re normal to him now and how Color is the first person he recalls asking to touch him in a long time and then asking if he wants to be touched and then him experimenting by telling Color ‘no’ the next time color asks and his surprise when Color listens and keeps listening 😭

Nightmare really got his hands all over Killer and fucked him up in new unique ways 🙏

[qin-qin16]

Murder Time Trio as a poly... or something else

NOTE: This was supposed to be a relationship chart, but I couldn't find any that I liked, and I got frustrated trying to make one, SO I decided to do it in the form of text and headcanons and is slighty ooc because i can’t write them realistic, its against my policy

Before I elaborate on my thoughts about Murder Time Trio poly, I will present to you a summary of the BACKGROUND that I will use for my upcoming discussions about this trio.

In this post I share a bit about that thought and there is this au created by @what-have-i-unleashed named Mermaid Bunny AU, you can find it on their pinned post (is focused on kist in some parts, read the warnings before reading!)

However, since that post I made was more focused on Killer, I will also comment on the other parts of this relationship below!!

NOTE²: To avoid confusion, the first Killer will be called Kei (as a way to start fresh, he chose to abandon the name given to him after his code was altered), while the second Killer will simply be called Killer, as he has neither the desire nor the order to change the title given to him – a title his best friend, his partner, gave him. That being said, let’s move on to their background

HORROR'S ARRIVAL

Horror was the second to arrive, dragged by the slimy tentacles against his will – Kei vaguely remembers hearing his screams calling for someone, spitting threats at Nightmare as if he had no fear for his own life. He didn’t even notice his soul subtly writhing when Nightmare did nothing but toss the skeleton at his feet. "Show him his new home." Those were the orders he heard, and not even a minute later, they were already walking through the abandoned place (whatever it was, the hallways were too long to be considered part of a house, and the rooms were dark enough to make Horror question the things he saw inside them).

It wasn't for lack of trying that their almost-friendship was created – as fragile as a thin twig. Kei had been ordered to teach Horror everything he knew: what Nightmare liked to hear when they returned from missions, how to act when spotted by any resident of the universe they were exploring, what not to do when the hallways of their home (Kei called that dreadful place home, even though it was worse than the hell Horror said Snowdin was) seemed to grow darker and darker, how to ignore the torn and moldy paintings when they appeared to move in the shadows… Everything Kei had learned, he passed on to Horror, but like a mule being whipped to carry its load, Horror would always stall at the most important moments.

Like the time he screamed to go back home, for Nightmare to throw him back into the deep hole that was his past problems. Kei never heard Horror mention his old home again after that night – at least, not while Horror was conscious; only on nights when he finally fell asleep, so light that even the faintest sound would bring that red orb back to life. Of course, Kei knew this – who else but him would keep an eye on his copy to make sure he didn’t try anything stupid? He had to check and act as the loyal right-hand man he was. It wasn’t as if Horror was the only somewhat safe company for him there, no – he couldn’t allow himself to get attached to someone that he would abandon at the first chance he gets.

But Kei could be a little selfish, couldn’t he? Horror was selfish too when he claimed the least uncomfortable bed would be his when they were traveling, or when he shrugged whenever Kei questioned the disappearance of some witnesses who had seen them lurking too close to AUs near the Omega Timeline. Or when Horror got too close to his body on freezing nights, trembling after hours of walking through the thick snow surrounding their home. “This thing is warm.” He pointed at the circle in front of Kei's chest, seeming to hesitate – or not wanting – to call it a soul.

Kei could be selfish if Horror was the one to blame for making it impossible for him to sleep in separate rooms after that.

MURDER'S ARRIVAL

Horror never thought that a third member would be added to the chaotic and dysfunctional duo that was him and Kei. From what he could hear through the poorly closed and fallen door of the room where Kei and Nightmare often argued about their performance, the boss (even though Horror would never call him that) never mentioned anything about adding another screw-up monster like them to the group.

But it wasn't as if Nightmare cared about their opinion on anything, or even cared about their existence - as long as they stayed alive, that was enough.

Murder's entrance was so different from his, so much more... silent. No sudden movements, no explosion of LV, nothing but incomprehensible murmurs beneath that dark hood. If Horror thought Kei was unpredictable and full of weird traits, Murder had just stolen his place. It wasn't as if Horror was a healthy or sane person either, but Murder was an extreme even for him: clothes covered in monster dust, eyes — when lit — always twitching, looking side to side as if others were in the room besides the three of them.

And it was agonizing to see someone so similar to his former self — when there was no danger around them, or when Murder seemed to finally relax those pale bones, those two little lights would glow in white, in a nostalgic way. Horror didn’t like that feeling. Kei was another one who seemed out of place with Murder’s addition to their little group.

“You’re real…” he murmured between laughs — an almost undistorted reflection of himself.

It was hard to adapt Murder into their already chaotic and unpredictable routine, almost like caging an euphoric animal alongside two others already in captivity — the rare calm of before was quickly torn apart by Murder's trembling and impatient presence. As sadistic as the last one, Kei once commented, referring to Horror, who just scoffed and mumbled something like "don’t compare me to that..." It wasn’t a good start between them, definitely.

And no matter how much Horror tried to deny it and even fight with himself, he wasn’t so different from the other two. Nightmare’s motivation in handpicking each of them was clear — it almost had a bitter kind of charm to it, if it weren’t so inconvenient. At least he and Murder seemed to want to be as far away as possible from there, but Kei? Why was he so loyal to that demon?

Horror never knew Kei’s deep desire to escape that hell, to crush Nightmare’s rotten soul underfoot like an insignificant insect. At least, Kei never confessed it to them specifically. No, no.

"As if I care who you talk to outside of work..." Horror once huffed, sounding strangely genuine. "If you want to chat with that rainbow skeleton, that's your problem, don't drag us into your issues, capiche?" And so Kei did.

Part two is on their way~

[wildeoscars]

Excerpts from 20 Questions: Eric Bogosian

Playboy, July 1991

The raging monologist who gave us “talk radio” raps about street life, horny guys and the redemptive joys of gardening.

Playboy: Your characters plead, cajole, threaten, offer skewed insights, and exhibit paranoia. Is your stage act a cry for help?

Bogosian: I need to solve my own personal problems. I know nowhere to look other than to myself, so I look at my own questionable traits. And then I personify them in a character. Early in my career, I spent a lot of time on things that had to do with sex, because I wanted to have better relationships with women. FunHouse was about pure, unadulterated fear, because at that point, I was just freaked out. My wife, Joann, and I were impoverished; we lived in this tiny apartment. Drinking in America, written when I became more successful, was about a hunger for power and success. Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll asks, How do you live when all you know how to do is party?

Playboy: You honed your performance style in New York’s downtown art scene. Was it easier and cheaper than enrolling in drama school?

Bogosian: The downtown scene allowed me to walk out on stage every night and say and do whatever I wanted. I would go out and insult the shit out of the audience. There were nights when I took all my clothes off. I had fights with the audience. The best thing about the scene was that we were making our work and having a good time entertaining one another. I would perform in front of audiences that were guaranteed smart and hip. They didn’t care whether or not I was doing something right, like some acting teacher had taught me. They would tell me whether or not they got it. I was performing loud, nasty, insulting stuff.

Playboy: Does The Stud, your monolog about one man’s extraordinary endowment, reflect your own desire for a larger penis?

Bogosian: I was taking a pee one day and I looked down and wished I had an eight-inch dick. You’re going to quote me on that. Don’t quote me on that. It’s part of men’s fascination with themselves. I wanted to take something out of the back room of male mentality and stick it right out in front of everybody. The Stud is one of my oldest pieces. Doing things about giant dicks is not that far out at the moment. There are probably twenty comics out there doing dick things. But when I started ten years ago, it was extremely embarrassing for men in the audience; they’d sit there with their hands folded over their crotches, not laughing, and the women would be laughing their guts out and the men would be getting angry. I thought it was great stuff going on between people in the theater.

Playboy: Horny guys populate your monologs. Do you claim special knowledge of America’s testosterone level?

Bogosian: I’m very average in what I want. And my desires point me towards centerfold models as the ultimate, the ultimate, the ultimate. The ultimate accomplishment in my sexual life would be to ball a centerfold model. For a pretty girl with large breasts to be the object of delight to millions of red-blooded American men is perfectly normal. Nothing wrong with that. Guys get horny and need to focus on something. Large breasts are great. A large breast is a lovely thing at a particular moment. But as I become old and wise, I think the really important thing is being oriented towards something and understanding that you don’t necessarily have to have the thing to enjoy the thing. I happen to be in love with a woman who has medium-sized breasts.

Playboy: You are synonymous with the downtown New York scene. Do you dream crossover dreams?

Bogosian: At this time, I don’t think I’m going to show up as some kind of box office attraction. But you never know. I’d like to be a star. There’s always the challenge, especially when you’re surrounded by agents and producers, to see if you can really catch the gold ring. Can I fill Madison Square Garden? Can I go on Johnny and do a killer five minutes? I can’t imagine getting on Letterman, people would watch and say they knew what I was doing: This guy plays thugs from New Jersey and subway panhandlers. They wouldn’t see the irony; it would be like I’m just making cruel fun on these guys. I need an audience to be with me for a little while.

Playboy: You’ve bought a house in New Jersey. Will crab grass begin to crop up in your monologs?

Bogosian: It has already. I did a monolog called Normal Guy. I like gardening a lot. Gardening gets me real mellow. I grow twenty-five kinds of vegetables, and when I’m lucky, like last summer, a lot of things come up very nicely. I grow lettuce and beets and carrots and different varieties of cucumbers. I grow different varieties of corn and tomatoes and squash and pumpkins and peppers and okra and all kinds of neat stuff. And early in August, you get to a point where everything you’re eating that night at dinner was grown in your own garden. That’s nice. However, when you garden, you find out that in order to get your vegetables to look good, you have to kill everything within a hundred yards: animals, plants, and little insects. And you realize that after you do all that, you still end up with this gnarled little carrot. Then you go to the supermarket and you get this perfect carrot and you wonder, What are they killing to make these?

Playboy: One of your characters defines being civilized as sitting on a couch with a babe, watching TV, eating clam dip on a ripple potato chip, smoking joints, snorting coke–and swilling bourbon, beer and champagne. What’s your vision of the civilized life?

Bogosian: In New Jersey, we have a fireplace and we’re very, very civilized. I’m sitting on the couch and the fire is going and snow is falling outside and I’m reading a pulp novel by Stephen King. Being over thirty-five, there’s no question that there is a vibe in me that’s moving toward a Stratolounger with a bowl of potato chips and a cable TV with a channel selector. I will fight that tooth and nail. It scares me. I like middle-class life. I don’t think it’s a sin to be middle class. I don’t have to be mainstream to be comfortable. I’ve spent time with Frank Zappa, and he has a very normal, middle-class existence. He’s a daddy and has a whole family and they have pizza for lunch and they have pets and it’s a very normal life. But he’s not mainstream and never will be.

[kibbles-bits]

During Heaven's Best AU what is the Winner!Vox relations with Alastor!? Would they have rivalry!? Or not really more indifferent barely have interaction!? Which is understandable!? 

There is no rivalry because Vox already knows he's better than Alastor just by being a Winner. Alastor is nothing but another Sinner at the Hotel to him - a kind of pointless one too, considering Lucifer is there.

There was a point where Emily tried suggesting he make friends with the sinners at the hotel (don't know if I'll post that one) and he has very limited options.

He thinks he needs to keep distance from Angel Dust to be more professional, so no friendship allowed there.

He doesn't like Husk for being mean to Emily one (1) time.

Niffty called him a loser upon meeting him.

So that leaves Alastor! Which, okay, not bad. A Sinner who chose to help the hotel and he's into radio! Vox knows about radio! And hey, he can use his radio tower too! That'll be useful.

But Alastor can't stand him.

First it was because he was another helpful addition to the Hotel. Lucifer already took power from Alastor and now Vox is taking even more. Alastor suggested working with Lucifer to get rid of Vox, but Lucifer says no. Lucifer instead makes nice with Vox just to piss Alastor off, which makes him hate Vox even more.

When Vox attempts Plan: Friendship, Alastor 'accidentally' launches him out of the hotel, trying to kill him. Up until that point, Vox had never left the hotel and is lost for a little while until he gets some help and he's sent back in the right direction.

Circumstances lead to Vox having to fend for himself and when he does make it back to the hotel, Alastor is thrilled to catch the smell of blood on him. He likes that he's dragged Vox down to a Sinner's level - looks like he's no better than anyone else down here! It was almost better than killing him!

Except Vox doesn't... do anything about it. Nothing entertaining, anyway. He moped around for a little bit afterwards and was fussed over by Emily and Charlie for his cracked screen, but Vox doesn't say what led to him going out of the hotel in the first place. He's not scared of Alastor - he's not even angry at him! Which Alastor doesn't understand and that pisses him off.

Really, Vox just had other things to worry about. By the time he can handle even thinking about what Alastor set in motion, he just slots him into a little 'serial killer cat' cubby. A Sinner who is going to try murdering him once and a while. What else did he expect? Sinners are horrible.

Honestly, he doesn't even bother remembering Alastor's name most of the time.

(Read the Heaven’s Best AU HERE)

[deadbyoffering]

25 more things that the killers (mainly The Legion) Are not allowed to do

See the first 25 things that the killers are not allowed to do

First

26. Mr. Carter is not allowed to hold a petition on banning animatronics. Just because you didn’t like your fortune from Zoltar doesn’t mean you have the power to get rid of them.

27. Mr. Spencer’s chain hooks are not to be use as hook hangers or to hang laundry.

28. Mr. Ojomo bell’s is not to be used as a dinner bell, but it can be used as a fire alarm or to be summoned for a meeting.

29. Mr. Kovács or his associates are not allowed anywhere near a Renaissance Festival without supervision  ever.

30. If you open any chest during a trial, close it.

31. Killers are not allowed to suggest which survivors perk should be banned. Nerfing is enough as it is.

32. No one is allowed to pull the kill switch. Not even on your anyone birthday.

33. Movies that released before 1960s are no longer allowed to be shown during movie night. 

34. Use the restroom before a trial and not during it.

35. The Legion are not allowed to bring spray paint to tag walls anyone anything.

36. Cameras or any flash photography devices are prohibited in the trials with the exception for Mr. Johnson.

37. Maurice was found and has been returned to Mr. Hawk. The perpetrator, the Dredge, is not allowed to be within 50 meters of Maurice or Mr. Hawk property.

38. To clear up some confusion above, the Maurice seen in trials is not the real Maurice but a replica of him.

39. To clear more of the Dredge and the Maurice situation above, those who have reported that the Dredge still has Maurice in its body is just an illusion. 

40. Mr. Kovács or his associates are not allowed to be hired by the following: camping, raiding or intimidating individuals.

41. The Legion don’t have permission to let survivors to leave trials if they defeated them in break dancing, arm wrestling or can make Frank laugh with a comedy skit.

42. Miss Imai is not cosplayer who made a poor attempt as cosplaying the Predator.

43. No one is allowed to trained the crows to attack survivors if the killer is stunned during trials.

44.The Legion Anyone not is allowed to serve alcohol to survivors in the Dead Dawg Saloon or Mount Ormond Resort.

45. The Legion are no longer allowed to yell “hippy hoppy, get off my property” while wearing the Robbie The Rabbit costume. It was funny the first time, but after 48 times it became obnoxious.

46. Although we have the equipment for it, there will never be a snow boarding tournament.

47. Miss Imai’s drones are not to be tampered with. Neither it to be used as a target practice or trying to catch them with a butterfly net.

48. The water tower is not to be used as a pool or hot tub. 

49. Even though he’s the same age as his sister, Mr. Deshayes prohibited to drink alcohol.

50. No longer anybody is allowed to yell “Here’s comes the bees!,” when they see Mr. Cage.

[khaopybara]

❝Let's go talk somewhere else.❞

FIRST KANAPHAN as KANT PATTANAWAT and KHAOTUNG THANAWAT as BISON episode 4 of THE HEART KILLERS

[airenyah]

i need to talk about this line here for a second, because it's an attack on me personally. but not the english translation of it, no, it's the og thai line that really gets to me. because he says:

มันโอเค​นะเว้ย ที่จะมีความรักอ่ะ [man - oh-keh - ná wóiie • thêe - jà - mee kwaam rák - àh] it - okay - [particle] • that - will - be in love - [particle]

he specifically uses the term มีความรัก which is more like "to be in love". which means rather than "it's okay to love", this line is more accurately translated as:

It's okay to be in love.

and as someone who really really really struggles with self-acceptance for my own romantic feelings for others, this distinction is really important to me. i can deal with loving others. i love my family. i love my best friend (you really don't go here but hiiii @magsimags i love youuuu 😘 (i know you're rolling your eyes reading this as usual)(i don't care)(i love you)). i love my other close friend. i love my summer camp gang. i love my friend that style reminds me of. i love each and every single one of the friends i've made in this fandom over the past few years (you know who you are 💖). i KNOW it's okay to love. i do it all the time. loudly. as evidenced by the fact that i just HAD to tag my best friend in this post to publically tell her i love her even though she really doesn't care about my thai blorbos, just because i really couldn't NOT tag her to tell her i love her. anyway. i can love. loving is fine.

but to be in love??? that's a whole different story. having (in my case romantic) feelings for someone feels like a heavy burden. it feels humiliating. i hate it. i don't want it. it stresses me out. and the person i have feelings for especially can't ever know about it. see, i will talk about my crushes/romantic feelings, but mostly to family and friends (the better they know the person i have feelings for, the harder it gets for me to admit to it), and even then the word "be in love" won't ever come out of my mouth in my native language. in english it's easier, but in my native language i just can't say it. it feels heavy. it makes me cringe. being in love is horrible.

so when style said "it's okay to be in love" specifically? that was a punch to my gut. because this is a truth i have not yet managed to accept for myself. and if the person i had feelings for specifically told me "it's okay to be in love" so firmly and so earnestly? yeah, i would crumble too

[silusvesuius]

weakest altmer female and strongest dunmer male

[queenerdloser]

i just finished dark heir

[abrahamvanhelsings]

if you would ever like to elaborate further on the mountain dog/hunting dog joplittle dynamic you mentioned in the tags of that “Blanky about to lose his leg” gifset…. inquiring minds are simply piqued 👀

hi sorry that this took me. FOREVER. i didn't have time to answer the ask at first then i did it halfway and didn't have time again and i promise you this ask has been hounding me (hah hah) since the day it appeared in my inbox but i never seemed to be able to make the time to reply to it asfjdfjfd anyway! here it is now :')

ok im basing the idea of hunting dog = jopson and mountain/working dog = little on their respective personalities, the way they seem to think and how they react to specific circumstances. and slightly on their physiques as presented in the series but that's of minor importance. ofc both of them are loyal and listen well to superiors - to one man in particular, which is fairly common among dog breeds as well (i.e. whoever trained them), so that's not necessarily distinctive, but it does ofc make them dog-coded in general. but there are many many ways in which to be dog-coded and they're very different abt it so!

why i think jopson is more hunting dog coded is bc he is extremely competent, but quietly so, not noticeable until it becomes necessary. he's very skilled at providing specific information about the crew and the general goings-on around terror to crozier, and he becomes more focused in highly tense situations - in fact these are moments where he specifically stands out for how well-suited he seems to the task. and he is not aggressive, but there is definitely a sharpness to him that he can and does direct to those who threaten him or crozier first and foremost.

and all that really does remind me of hunting dogs - a good hunting dog is extremely well-trained, knows exactly what he is supposed to do, listens to commands, and stays at his master's side. im thinking especially of pointing dogs, i.e. dogs that point a hunter in the direction of prey that they have sensed:

these are of course very precarious situations wherein a hunter relies on his dog to steer him, and if hunter or dog make a wrong sound or movement, they may alert prey to their presence. there's a a correspondence here between dogs trained for these moments of focus to jopson, who is crozier's silent aid but also excels in such tense situations, and who is decisive, swift and capable. and i think it's really funny that being 'birdy' is a wanted trait in these dog types, bc 'i've shot smaller hawks than you' the comparison literally writes itself. also, pointers/setters tend to be lean dogs, which i think coincides well with jopson's natural elegance and grace

edward on the other hand is supposed to be sturdy, good-natured and broadly dependable. he appears increasingly anxious in the series, but that is because he is shouldering a lot of responsibility throughout it all. he'll take the insults and he'll take the extra tasks and he'll do it with barely a complaint. in fact it makes me think of the fact that dogs treated badly can come to exhibit traits that are not desirable in the breed at all. imo edward in ep 1 displays what i would call the desirable traits of, say, the bernese mountain dog, but events and crozier change that very rapidly.

you can fuck up any dog if you treat it badly for long enough, and edward is an abused dog to me.

id also say that edward is generally amiable, though he will make a point when he feels it is absolutely necessary, and he does have an innate want to protect what or whom he finds important, though he is seldom if ever very aggressive about it. he has an intense feeling of responsibility for the crew and the expedition as a whole, set against his feelings of loyalty towards crozier, who he wants to please almost at any cost as well. and then of course he also has a large family.

'search and rescue work'. yeah. and then of course mountain dogs are generally of a sturdy build. obviously matthew mcnulty is no absolute unit but by god the series tried their hardest to make edward appear like a well-built countryside boy. and by god does he try to carry every burden ever on those shoulders, like a dog pulling a cart bc that's what it was trained to do and it was enjoyable once. and he seems practically immune to scurvy and fares well in the cold, which, again, very mountain dog of him.

additionally, newfoundlands (neptune!) aren't mountain dogs, but they're big, sturdy, excellent swimmers, and therefore often used for rescue, so that's also a breed i associate with ned.

[hibiscera]

Trying to figure out a base for chibi charms. -_-

With the sillies.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

need more killer smut/nsfw that actually turns out to be killer angst because oh fuck he’s dissociating or oh fuck triggered stage switch or something like that

[sysig]

Spoiling for a fight, spoiled for choice (Patreon)

[astarlightmonbebe]

slightly hot take (?) but personally i felt the reactions in ep 17 were all in-character and justified... don't have the time to get into it, but it boils down to the fact that knowing something logically =/= knowing it emotionally