#this is for an rp i'm doing!!!

[divine-draws]

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both Oh yes we both Oh yes, we both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun Oh yes, we both reached for the gun For the gun

[inkskinned]

okay i almost never address the very small amount of internet fame i have. and sometimes yes it sucks. people often repost my work, or clip it out of context, or flat-out steal it. but like it can be very funny. once a follower dm'd me to say a guy on hinge was pretending to be "inkskinned", and actually had even started his own insta. when she said "i've followed her for years i don't think you're her", he said - actually r.i.d is like seven people, we just made those initials up. (rude). when i found his insta and messaged him, he begged me to just lie and say he was r.i.d because "it's hard for men to date."

once someone said she should be allowed to plagiarize my work because she was a body-positive influencer and that if i "made a big deal" about this and "got her cancelled", i would be doing damage to my own community and i was never "actually" an ally.

i bear these things with the aura of a martyr, the way my catholic father raised me to. i message privately. i handle things quietly and quickly. i do not complain because i am very, very, very, very blessed and i know that. mercy and gentleness literally pour out of me every morning when i wake up, and then i have to mop the floors for how very Good i am.

however today is the first time i have ever had a very specific problem that neither requires me to correct this person nor throw them to the dogs but is somehow worse than years of hatemail, reddit thread death threats, and pinterest reposts:

someone quoted me and just got it, like, a little wrong.

[drawsmaddy]

[ID: A digitally illustrated two panel comic of Martin Blackwood and Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives. In the first panel Martin is stood at a counter preparing a cup of tea. He is smiling softly with his eyes closed and a thought bubble next to his head shows a small image of Jon with some hearts around him and text reading "ah... Jon...". The second panel shows Jon sat at his desk with the mug of tea from the first panel in his right hand and papers in his left. He is growing and saying "Martin's such a fucking idiot I hope he dies". End description.]

Stupid season 1 jonmartin dynamic ily forever

[voisbian]

brought this feral eevee home today and the little thing hates me so much already. there's so much anger in that tiny body

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[floridianfireflyfaith]

[graynide]

don't have time to add a more to this but here's something to contribute to my own propaganda for @voice-of-the-sexyman competition! My well known guy. In a bunny suit.

they call him... Mister Chains

very much inspired by @/wwwjam's bunny suit princesses series. with Skeptic's costume here referencing Cage, HEA, and Den's!

I also drew some variations of his suit undercut

The jacket was in reference to Adversary's bunny suit as well. sort of.

and as I drew this I realize... that guy's got a flat chest BUT a pear-shaped body oouughh...

[alwayssmilingvenison]

❛Don't look at me like that ... a smile better suits you. Let me die seeing you smile. ❜ - @morningstar-the-king-himself

(I felt like this one in particular is kind of a turn of the knife feeling. ALSO...I read through most of these and I had to laugh at how many of these could be said between the two and just be them having a normal conversation or just them flirting...I love it. I love them~ <3 )

“You’re not fucking dying. You’re not allowed to, so shut the fuck up and just...focus on healing.” Alastor dismissed Lucifer. It was a delusional thought and he knew that, he could clearly see the angelic spear sticking out of his lover’s chest. He wasn’t stupid…but he was hopeful and willing to beg for once in his life. Though part of him still knew the reality, so his usual smile was nowhere to be seen. He applied pressure to the wound, having sent Ombre for equipment already. “You can’t fucking leave, you hear me, Morningstar? You are not allowed to leave our daughter.” He hissed at the other, feeling tears prick his eyes.

Ombre appeared quickly and helped Alastor get to work, removing the spear and doing their damnedest to stop the bleeding and patch the king up. However, Alastor was shaky and his hands trembled when he realized how bad this all really was. The stitching and bandaging weren’t up to his usual standard, but he wasn’t about to make his love suffer more by taking them out and trying again. Alastor did the thing he hated most…

He’d leave it up to fate.

However, there was one last comfort he could offer… He looked down to Lucifer and brushed his hair back before smiling down to him with tear filled eyes. “Cher… Rest, we’ll all be fine. You know I won’t let a thing happen to our darling girl and I’ll take over your duties. You can rest now, my love, my king, mon cœur…” He assured, his voice did tremble, but it was warm and loving, just like when he teased the other and told him he needed a nap after switching around objects without the other noticing.

As if this was any other day.

Rather than the worst day of Alastor’s after-life.

@morningstar-the-king-himself

[poohsources]

it's okay if you aren't writing right now. it's okay not to be online. it's okay to take breaks. this is a hobby, not a job, and you should spend your time however you want to, not how others may want you to. don't stress yourself over not being around enough; it doesn't matter if you take days, weeks, or even months — it's okay to do things the way it works best for you. and if that means taking longer to reply, then so be it. people are usually far more understanding than we give them credit for.

[gothamite-shenanigans]

thinking of that one time i hadn't slept in like a week and i got stuck in an elevator with dick grayson on the way up to the floor i work at in WE, and i accidentally told him he's shaped like a dorito and how a lot of people like doritos and then said very seriously, "I prefer potato chips though, no offense" but thankfully he laughed it off and didn't even look uncomfy??? like idk how he does it but like that man istg

anyways i have nightmares about this and still wake up in a cold sweat thinking about it and have avoided the oldest wayne kid since this incident

[cy-fi-theansweris42]

So @keferon's Empurata Prowl posts are living rent-free in my mind, lol. I just had to write out the scene from this post so look out for the angst below the cut!

(Tumblr please don't kill my formatting--)

There's someone in front of him.

Prowl doesn't dare make a move, doesn't dare let the mech in front of him know he's awake and aware now. Doing so runs the risk of them putting him under again if they're an enemy, removing all possibility of escape (awake the chance is small; 25%. Unconscious— he doesn't need to run those numbers to know it's zero).

He will not lose this chance.

He waits, hoping his vision will improve enough that he can see more than the darkened silhouette moving in front of him, that his hearing will lose the staticky quality it took on the moment he regained consciousness and he might recognize a voice. It's taking every ounce of willpower he has to keep his doorwings from fluttering ever so slightly to gather data on his surroundings.

It's taking everything in him not to run away as the restraints are undone, to keep his doorwings from flaring high and wide to scream stay away, danger, threat in a way that a small buried part of him wants to scream.

(He will ignore that part. Emotions have no place in trying to plan an escape. Fear can cause one to act too soon, to lash out when they should be biding their time waiting for the moment with the highest chance of escape. Tactically, emotions lower the chance of a successful escape.)

He has to wait, he cannot lose this chance to escape over something as trivial as emotions. Not when that runs the risk of more being done to him.

He will not let them do anything else to him.

So Prowl stays as still as possible as the final restraint is removed, not daring to try and run. Not yet. They would be prepared for him to try and escape the moment he could, they would plan for it. If he waits, pretends he's not aware enough to realize he's free to move, they may slip up, may give him the chance to escape successfully.

…Or he could be missing the only opportunity he'll have, and he doesn't even know it.

He doesn't know enough. There's too many unknown variables.

Number of enemies: 1 (or more) Location: Unknown Route to exit: Unknown Status of allies: Unknown Chance of successful escape: Unable to accurately calculate (no more than 30% at best).

He wishes he could see more, see who's in front of him, who the taller mech who just came close enough for him to notice is (had he been there the entire time?). He wishes this static in his audials would go away so he could hear what was being said. He wishes he could move his doorwings freely and know if he was surrounded by enemies instead of just not knowing.

(He wishes he had his hands still, he doesn't know if he'll be good enough of a shot with this claws. He wishes he had his face still, this singular optic being a screaming sign of what was done to him and he was helpless to stop it. He wishes he knew what all they did to him, what did they do, what did they do to him—).

He can't help it. He needs to know.

His doorwings twitch, just enough to tell him the two mechs in front of him are the only others in the room. It's enough to catch the smaller one's attention. There's noise, maybe speech, and he can make out their hands coming towards him—

Their hands are coming towards his head, his neck, he thinks he sees needles, and he can't just stand there anymore.

Prowl feels his new claw dig through metal, through the glass of a visor, as the static in his audials crescendos, becomes a roar. His plating is flared, his doorwings spread high and wide, and he is shaking.

He can't stop shaking.

What did they do to him?

[star-liit]

I'm almost afraid to ask, but... when are we going to acknowledge that there’s no actual evidence Sirius Black was physically abused in canon?

It’s become so common in fan spaces to treat it like an indisputable fact that Walburga and Orion were regularly using Crucio on their teenage son - as if that wouldn’t have literally landed them both in Azkaban for life.

Yes, I understand that abusive people don’t care about legality - but the level of violence some fanon depictions of the Blacks reach is so extreme, it starts to feel disconnected from the characters entirely. We're not just talking about toxic parenting anymore - we’re talking about full-blown war crimes happening in a family home.

It doesn’t always sit right with me as a survivor of abuse myself - this unspoken implication that the only kind of abuse that really "counts" is physical abuse. That unless Sirius was tortured to the brink of death, the trauma he endured doesn’t feel valid enough to explore. As if emotional abuse isn’t already damaging, isolating, and deeply formative.

Canon gives us plenty to work with.

Sirius calls his family unpleasant and describes being seen as the "bad" son for rejecting their ideals, while Regulus was the "perfect" one - classic emotional abuse: scapegoat vs golden child. He talks about his home as being dark and miserable, and he actively rebelled against his parent's pureblood beliefs just to spite them.

This all clearly points to psychological abuse, emotional abuse, and neglect - but there’s no mention of physical abuse, and there doesn't need to be.

Walburga, especially, is a textbook example of a verbally and psychologically abusive parent - the way her portrait rages with such intensity, the language she uses, the way she made Sirius feel othered and lesser. That’s already serious trauma.

If the physical abuse is part of your headcanon - go for it.

Ultimately, this is fiction - it’s a sandbox, and everyone should feel free to build the version of the story that speaks to them. Honestly, I think it’s totally plausible that there was some element of physical abuse involved, and I’ve written Sirius that way myself, more than once. I will again - I completely understand why some people love the idea of Sirius falling out of the Potters' fireplace half-dead.

But that's just one possibility.

When that headcanon becomes so dominant in fandom spaces that any deviation from it is met with resistance - that's when it becomes slightly frustrating. Especially in roleplay, where that collaborative, "yes, and…" approach is key to keeping a scene alive. If tortured!Sirius is the only headcanon people are willing to engage with, it makes it nearly impossible to explore different dynamics, motivations, or emotional arcs.

The dominance of that headcanon doesn’t just flatten his story - it shuts down the nuance of the entire Black family dynamic. If we take it as given that Walburga and Orion were literally torturing their son, then how do we make sense of Regulus staying? How do we explore complex family loyalties, internalised ideology, or the slow erosion of self that happens in environments like that? It reduces the entire family to caricature, and removes any space to write meaningful conflict, guilt, or generational trauma.

The truth is, the Blacks were awful - but they were also interesting. Shades of grey exist, and fiction is a perfectly safe place to explore that. Sirius himself summed this up with "...the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters..." and it would be incredibly dull if things were so black and white.

Sirius, canonically, pushed back. He rebelled. He resisted. His bedroom alone tells you everything you need to know about who he was and what he was up against. That kind of defiance in the face of psychological control, suffocating expectations, and constant verbal degradation is real. It is damaging. It is abuse.

We don’t need to crank it up to cartoon villain levels of torture to take it seriously.

I think it’s important to remember that the Blacks were oppressive bigots hiding behind respectability - not open criminals. Walburga and Orion didn’t join the Death Eaters; they just quietly subscribed to the same hateful ideology. And honestly, that’s what makes them so terrifying. It’s also part of what cost them Regulus - but that’s a rant for another day.

They weren’t the type to take bold, visible action, even in support of the cause they believed in. So the idea that they were secretly committing acts of illegal, mind-destroying torture on their own children should be a huge leap - a leap which, in my opinion, should be considered an AU, rather a widely accepted fact.

Anyway - live and let live, it's fiction, none of it really matters anyway.

[voisbian]

it's been a few hours and the new eevee is slowly starting to explore the room, though the amount of hissing and swatting in my general direction has not ceased. there is a LOT of malice behind those tiny eyes

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

GREATLY enjoying Your shadow rising to meet you by @chthonion so far

[captain-athos]

it's minor cardinals week in the conc minor characters fest is it time for me to talk about my favourite cutie pie again

[deceit-and-knowledge]

I leave to play minecraft with my sister and the gay freak allegations are getting worse goddamnit shadow milk can you go five minutes without saying some Freak Shit about pure vanilla cookie?????

s: I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING THEY ALL JUST STARTED ON ME!

Pv: you called yourself a good boy

s: AND WHAT ON EARTHBREAD IS WRONG WITH THAT!? I'm just pull the stuff I did with Archie and mmpmmh..mh! *Pouts* (translation: *profanity*)

pv: ... What..

s: mph!

pv: are you pretending you zipped your mouth shut?

s: mhm! Mphmhphmhp phmhmmph mm! (Translation: mhm! if I don't say anything they can't say anything about me)

Mph mphm mph (translation: also I'm not gay)

pv: didn't you basically admit to having feel-

s: WE AREN'T TALKING ABOUT THAT!

pv: coward.

s: SHHH. BE QUIET.