#tumblr really just destroyed the quality of this

[chompgwen6]

The angel. @decompose1

[amndees]

peter from @erinwantstowrite and alighterwood ‘s fic Leap of Faith (Catch Me, If You Can)! i’ve been reading the fic for a while and was inspired to draw something for it :)

+ the flats, the sketch and the first test doodle i did for this ^^

[valencock]

Idk what they're saying but Hancock's grabbing his ass for sure

I can't believe a ghoul and a synth could be so in love holy fuck

[sidesteppostinghours]

Thinking a lot about the inherent queerness of Fallen Hero.

Ortega's endless public performance,

Chen's perceived lack of humanity,

Mortum shaping themself body and mind against the will of others,

Herald's struggle past and present with the world's expectations of him,

Argent's existence being tied to something others perceive as inherently dangerous.

You are all Other.

And you are stronger in each other's company.

—

@cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal

[tired-shadow1]

Spoilers under the cut for mainly Chapter 1 but vague mentions of Chapter 2, and in the tags

I'm at Chapter 1, episode 5, right now in my re-watch.

I just finished with the scene where David and Xander talk with each other after Xander goes to talk with Nico to attempt to make them feel more included, and well, it's certainly an interesting interaction considering what we know now about David and his opinions on people, society and Xander specifically.

Some notable scenes in no particular order:

[oof-ow-my-bone]

look at my lieutenant dawg i’m losing the war 😭

[wayfinderships]

💙 Plushie Time! 💙

[goblinlurkin]

Commission for Monkey, nude version of their biker goblin

[rockinmusicquarterly]

hm

[morszipan]

Matthew Mccounaghey as Ward Jensen in The Paperboy (2012), dir.Lee Daniels

[ra1ny-daze]

really love those like “how artists draw their faves vs how artists draw themselves” things because they are so real and true. anyways here’s my contribution

[woundedheartwithin]

Kazama Kimichika: Kyojo Zero (2023)

[lovemly4]

Hey hope you have an amazing day! I realised that there's not much logan sargeant request here on tumblr and was wondering if I could request one? Just a very clingy reader and how she always reacts when he comes back to their home ❤️ fluff pls!

Hi darling!! I had an amazing day, what about you? You’re so right, Logan deserves more attention! I specifically wrote about him coming back home after a long time, and how much reader is excited to see him. Hope that’ll do!!

Back to You - Logan Sargeant

Word count: 970 ; Genre: fluff ; Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan x reader ; Warnings: none

It had been three weeks since the last time you saw Logan. Your job didn’t really let you had time to accompany him to the races, nor see him very often, and that caused your mood to drop inevitably.

Furthermore, your love language had always been quality time and physical touch, so being apart only fed your desperation to spend time together. You two video called each other every night, sharing news and tidbits, but no.

It wasn’t enough. You were feeling empty anyway.

‘Just two more days’ you thought to yourself, trying to soothe the painful sadness of his absence engaging in house chores or working compulsively ‘til late hours.

Little did you know, he was in the exactly same state as you. Being this far from you pained him, destroyed by the want to fill every single fiber of his body with your laugh and your melodious voice again.

‘Just two more days‘ he thought, trying to distract himself spending time with his team or walking in the city he was in. And everywhere he went he promised himself to return there with you, and show you all the places that took his breath way.

~

Two days passed, and you got to the airport three hours earlier.

You didn’t even realize it until you got there, and laughed at the sight of your screen displaying the early morning time.

You waited patiently, minutes feeling like hours, hours feeling like days, looking at people dragging their suitcases and the tired face of a mother holding her crying child.

Until you got the text that he finally landed.

You placed yourself in front of the exit, your eyes frantically sorting out each face, but none of them had his ice blue eyes that you loved so much.

You felt a pair of strong arms hugging you from behind and turning you around, his tall figure towering over yours for the first time in what felt like forever.

Your excited squeaks were muffled against his shoulder as his wide hands held your waist, allowing him to hide his face in the crook of your neck, your scent finally overwhelming him again.

~

When he crossed the doorway of your shared home he exhaled in relief.

Despite loving every single part of his job, coming back to you was his favorite part.

He left his luggage next to the door, completely ignoring it as he plopped down onto the soft fabric of your couch, your body following him shortly after.

You crawled onto his lap dying to sense his warmth under your skin, hands softly brushing over his short hair as he told you the most interesting parts of his trip and how the race went.

“I watched it, you know?” you told him softly and his eyes lit up, his reaction as something so obvious confusing you “if I can’t be with you, i should at least support you from home” you said with a pouty face.

He laughed out loud, your hands feeling his toned chest trembling with it as he took your hands in his, bringing them to his lips to place a devoted kiss to the back of your palms.

~

The sun set behind the horizon leaving the living room in a dark golden color, the long gone shadows replaced by the dim glow of the TV screen.

Logan passed out in the middle of the film the two of you were watching, right now being nothing more than a distant murmur.

His head was lying on your lap, soft exhales coming out of his mouth as your hand traced imaginary patterns along his exposed skin.

Looking down at him with a loving expression, you placed your other hand in his free one, lightly squeezing not to wake him up but just enough to make sure that he was actually real, and there with you.

But he was not completely asleep, and he felt his heart fluttered with adoration; despite his exhaustion, he refused to waste his time sleeping. He rathers being half-asleep, listening to your sounds in the peace of the night: your rhythmic heartbeat under your shirt, your breathy laugh as a funny scene plays on the screen, the sound that your feet make as you habitually tap them on the carpet.

~

The morning after, you woke up to the sound of pans slamming to the ground.

Logan was trying to make pancakes on his own, not succeeding much since there was flour on his nose, egg on the counter and sugar on the floor.

You hugged him good morning, examining his skills from behind.

“Here love, let me help you- you gently took the wooden spoon out of his hands, trying to mix what looked like a light yellow blob- scoop it with this motion” he copied your movements, joyfully smiling when the batter started to look edible.

He smacked a loud kiss to your cheek, transferring some of the flour to your skin.

“You know how to cook them, right?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow, “I know how to cook them… Of course” he huffed, heating the pan.

You placed the dishes on the kitchen island, as Logan transferred the food onto the ceramic plates.

You both tasted the first bite, not sure of what expression to assume not to show the actual impression.

“This is…” you start, Logan interrupting you

“Disgusting, it tastes like a sponge. It feels like a sponge. Please, don’t let me go near the stove ever again. Got it?” he asked, a disgusted expression on his face accentuating the little wrinkles under his eyes.

You bursted out laughing, his arms engaging you in a warm bear hug.

He looked down at you through his light eyelashes, his nose grazing over yours.

“Feels so good to be back to you”

[estavionpira]

I'll ask you, because you seem to understand more about the broader worm fandom than me: what the fuck even is a Spacebattles?

Like, I get that it's a web forum of some kind, but the worm community on Tumblr invokes it's name like some kind of dread monster. What's up with all that?

It's a (mostly) fanfiction forum that got (mostly) taken over by worm fanfiction readers/writers early on. The main reason it has the reputation it does is the userbase, which hevily skews towards a certain type of reader.

A lot of them got into it from HPMOR, others just coalesced there, but the general spirit of the site is heavily biased towards powerwank fics that ignore broad elements of characterization in favor of the characters acting (how they percieve to be) rationally at all times, either that or just picking one element of characterization and replacing their entire character with it. It's where a lot of character-destroying Taylor altpower fics originate from, it's where the Worm self-insert CYOAs came from, and it's where the accursed Greg Veder Gamer fics came from. There's still a lot of good stuff on it, and a ton of really good fics originated on Spacebattles, but there's a reason 'high-quality oc story - 1 comment, taylor altpower #999999 - 150 pages of comments' became a meme. By and large, if a fic is good, it gets crossposted to AO3.

[cosmic-metanoia]

The Ruler of Life and Death

***Spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI***

<Edited to add some missing scenes!> Over time, I have written several FFXVI character analysis posts and Joshua is intertwined throughout most of them.

But I held off on writing his own post because frankly...there is just too much to say. As Johnathan Case (the English VA) once said, Joshua is "full of contradictions."

But the Tumblr world deserves more Joshua so...here we are!

My angle of approach - I will choose one word that encompasses many of his astounding qualities - self-possession.

(You got it! It's a word that Jote uses in her inner voice about a completely different character.)

Self-possession doesn't just mean "control over one's emotions." Afterall - having "control" over something implies that you can lose it.

Self-possession refers to mastery over one's destiny and being a fixed point within the chaotic storm rather than being pulled under the waves.

As a child, Joshua understandably had imposter syndrome. Makes sense considering who stood beside him. His highly admired and beloved older brother who, for reasons unknown, was passed over by the Phoenix. Instead of selecting the heroic teenager, the Eikon of Fire chose the sweet and frail little brother.

Thirteen years later, we witness in awe as a well-travelled Joshua confidently strides into Drake's Head to protect Clive and Jill. Everything about him emanates self-possession - his gestures, his stance, his diction, his facial expressions. HE is the shield now and he knows exactly how this game of chess with Ultima will end. Every move is intentional.

Five years after that, we see his self-possession when he kindly turns away Kihel's offer to heal him of his blood-ridden coughs while travelling on the crystalline road with Jote. He would rather have Kihel save her medicines to help others.

And despite the couple of times he doubts his abilities to keep Ultima sealed, Joshua presses on with grace and determination.

One of the most BEAUTIFUL examples of self-possession was when he emerges uninvited in Dion's tent. The man who was supposedly dead now stands before all with complete composure and authority. Through his subtle yet monumental gestures, it is plain that Joshua holds absolute conviction in his heart that Dion will not harm him or turn him in - despite the fact that Dion's loyalties lie with the very nation that destroyed Joshua's homeland.

The chilling reunion between Joshua and Anabella really tests Joshua's self-possession in the midst of so many emotional barrages from earlier. Instead of dismissing her or ragefully calling her out for destroying so many lives, he does something extraordinary. He reaches his hand out to her in a last act of mercy that no one else was willing to give her.

Another example of self-possession is when Joshua reveals the extent of his dire situation to Clive and Jill in the infirmary after the fall of the Crystalline Dominion. Notice how he revealed it with a soft smile and a gentle voice in contrast to Clive and Jill's horror and outrage. Joshua knows the consequences of his actions and chose that path willingly without a single regret.

Joshua is far from weak. He's the only Dominant able to seal Ultima within and continuously heal himself. Yet he STILL wakes up every day to fight by Clive's side and slay every beast in their path...all with a kind smile and words of wisdom. Always mindful, always demonstrating self-possession in the midst of pain.

A small but notable dialogue exchange between the brothers is when Clive expresses concern for Joshua's ability to take on a huge ambush of beasts in Waloed. Joshua's answer is one of acknowledgement and even humor. He is clearly in command of his situation - the situation is not in command of him.

One of the most noteworthy scenes that rarely gets touched on is the battle with the Behemoth in Waloed. When Clive reaches out with his hand to stop Behemoth's meteor and wanted to prime into Ifrit, Joshua exclaimed, "Why do you turn to him, brother?! When we fight, we fight together." And does Joshua also reach out to prevent the meteor from obliterating them? Nope....he heals Clive's hand continuously - being his support and his fixed point in the sea of chaos.

And there were several emotional scenes throughout the game where Joshua is spiritually and emotionally the steadfast center in Cilve's tumultuous world as symbolized by the phoenix feather he carries.

Of course, Joshua isn't always perfect in maintaining self-possession at all times.

Generally speaking, he is patient and not easily aggravated....but when he does snap, you freaking watch and listen. I'm talking about THE infamous Clive-gets-a-hook-punch-to-the-face-from-lil-bro that was felt around the world. But even in that context, Joshua was still thinking about Jill and standing up for her.

During the VERY dangerous encounter with Barnabas on the Enterprise, symbolically speaking, Joshua dangled on the edge of the self-possession but kept one hand gripping firmly at its edge. He almost lost himself in the fires of frustration and anger that Barnabas attempted to stoke.

We also see a heart-breaking example of his self-possession - Joshua foregoing romantic attachments in order to spare them the inevitable suffering if he doesn't make it in the end.

In the end....

Despite so many fans thinking Ultima would puppet his body and/or mind, Joshua demonstrates his mastery of self-possession - literally until the moment he dies in Clive's arms.

Joshua had every reason and opportunity to be spoiled (former little prince of Rosaria), self-centered (messiah of the Undying), haughty (like Anabella), unforgiving (Phoenix Gate/Night of Flames incident), greedy (being a Dominant), and hateful (a mix of traumas within his lifetime).

But this man OWNS his trauma and processes it to make him strong in the spirit and self-sacrificing for those he loves.

Perhaps that self-possession is something we can all apply to our own lives.

[luxtoony]

BUSTED!

Part 2(soon) So I'm writing a little one shot where our lovely disasters catch each another sneaking off (or rather back to) the lair, and I wanted to draw a few scenes (how self-indulgent can you be?)

They are supposed to be younger than in the show so their outfits aren't full yet and Leo wears braces because I say so.

Also under the cut you have a lil sneak peak of my attempts at writing and a sliced version of the comic in case Tumblr destroys the quality.

They eyed each other like they usually did in a competitive occasion, which let's be honest, when it came to twins (disaster twins especially) could be any occasion really.

But this occasion was different. It was the middle of the night. Very close to morning actually, and the two teens stood like in a standoff. The (not so) funny thing was, that they both looked like they were just after one. The blue masked one squeezing his clearly bleeding forearm, while "Purple" didn't even pretend not to limp.

They stood trying to postpone the unavoidable talk that was bound to happen, from the moment they met at the entrance to the sewers. To be fair, at that moment they acted on autopilot,  greeting each other with a unassuming 'hi'. Their focus so devoted on eachs' pain and injury, yet vanishing the deeper they got to the familiar corridor and not so familiar realization. - it's about four in the morning and they busted each other sneaking off... or rather back.

After another maroon droplet hit the ground, Leo lost his patience and twitched, something Donnie took apparently as a good enough of an icebreaker.

"So." confrontation skills, dull as usually.

"Ya 've been in Jersey?" jokes as a coping skill, sharp as usually.

"Have you?" Unfortunately the joke didn't get him even an eyeroll, Donnie visibly too stressed to allow himself to put his guard down.  Well, Leo eyerolled for him.