#which i thought was interesting

[crossover-enthusiast]

I've had multiple conversations with @prof-ramses about this but I'm actually quite surprised I haven't seen anyone else bring up the idea so-

Yeah I think Garcia's their dad

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[ladysophiebeckett]

tbh.... i care about wuthering heights and the bronte sisters :( but for some reason film adaptions of WH just seem impossible to make well so I'm avoiding news about the new one at all costs. However, i would be HEAVILY invested if anne bronte's tenant of wildfell hall got a netflix series adaption

I think it’s you and at least 10-15 eng lit majors on here that actually care about WH. P&P popularity is simply too loud that other non austen works go unnoticed (imo).

I don’t think netflix should do anymore adaptations of things tbh. like, producers should shop elsewhere.

[lemonzestywrites]

Hello!! Have some words!

Quiet, secret, blush, release

thank youu!! very much appreciate it!

quiet - ch. 3

Around him, Eddie feels the hazy edges of his mind go quiet for a few seconds.

secret - ch. 14

It’s no secret that Eddie is attractive.

blush - ch. 11

Another sweet wave of blush washes over Buck’s features, a nice dusty ready color that complements his eyes so well.

release - ch. 3

Eddie barely recognizes just how desperate and shameless he sounds, but the overwhelming want- the need for release outweighs any other whisper to his subconscious.

[lunaetis]

@avaere asked :

" interesting sword . "

walking up to dehya in a moment of peace from debates and preparations , ayato took his chance to inspect the woman who lingered in the room . the elders of this family was boring, not at all interesting, merely something ayato had to go through. there were so many other things he ached to do; see sumeru, taste the local food ... test the strength of the locals.

placing himself in front of her, ayato stood taller than her, blue eyes gazing down on her as a warm smile began forming on thin lips. intrigued, to say the least, he wasn't quite ready to let go of this woman.

" i assume you would be more than willing to hold it up against my person if i proved to be bothersome ? ... but , are you skilled with it ? it is quite the big blade. "

inbox call. || always accepting

─「ديهيا」─  the meeting and politics had never been a subject of interest for the MERCENARY despite how many times she had been employed to protect these well-known family members and wealthy diplomats. most of the time, she was paid to guard something of value, be it their treasures, the relics, or the heirs and heiresses to the family itself. after all, treasures weren't always items or gold, and she had little to no qualm in becoming a BODYGUARD should the situation called for it. as long as the compensation was worth it, and the nature of the work didn't go against her own core values, then the contract is sealed.

                however, ever since she had met this person, things had taken a rather interesting turn, though on the surface, the mercenary herself didn't let anything slip past cautious gaze sparing towards the person.

                kamisato ayato. a diplomat from inazuma, they called him.

                her eyes had been following him the moment he entered the room. a person who carried a certain charm that drew people's attention towards him, but the reason that her line of vision had been trained on him wasn't due to ANY of that charm he possessed. it was something else entirely, something even the flame-mane cannot put her finger on.

                he must be used to this kind of meetings, this kind of relationships. the smile on his lips was on cue, as if he had been trained to offer the polite gestures and respectful smile to the figures he was exchanging words with. with all the smiles he offered others, none ever reached his eyes, she noted. not that these wealthy families would take notice of that, either. dehya had her arms crossed, back leaned against the wall to the FURTHEST CORNER of the room. keeping guard, and observing them.

                no wasted movements, another thing to note with his demeanor. soothing voice, polite manners, clothes that were weaved from finest silk yet not revealing anything to the eyes, barely any patches of skin. a cautious person, yet each step he took was of confidence, as though he owned the very room he walked upon. back straight, head held high, a posture of true leader but one couldn't ignore how precise his movements were. gloved digits, and a family crest worn PROUDLY. those diplomats probably thought him to be a young lord, but she could tell; those eyes, that smile —

                — that's the look of someone who's willing to do anything to ensure his loved ones' safety. someone who's willing to taint his hands so the ones he's protecting would keep theirs clean.

                his COMMENT regarding her trusted weapon came as quite a surprise, and light blue hues lifted to meet his own azure ones. she had not moved an inch from where she was, only allowing her head to cant upwards and lips pulled into a subtle grin at his sentences.

                " you're making it sound like you want me to use it against you. wouldn't peg you as someone who likes being pinned down. " a playful jab with a knowing smile to match, before she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, allowing her frame to face him proper. gaze of ice studied him most carefully. it wasn't often that they would be standing in close proximity of one another, yet, there was something about this man that tugged at her. she couldn't give a proper explanation despite having tried. a tilt of head, and a thoughtful hum escaped her.

                " you seem like a skilled fighter yourself. one might not be able to tell with the outfit you have on, but i know a skilled fighter when i see one. " perhaps, that word wouldn't be something one would use to describe him, of all people. but she was a survivor, a desert-dweller, she knew the eyes of those who were willing to sacrifice himself for his goal. or in his case, to prevail in a dog-eat-dog world.

                " why don't you test it yourself after this ? " her gaze narrowed slightly, like a promise, and a challenge. " let me bear witness to the skills you honed over the years. if you win, you're free to ask anything of me, as long as it is within my power. however, if i win — "

                " — you'd give me a real smile, not the one you've perfected. deal ? "

[chloesimaginationthings]

Elizabeth Afton bets on losing dogs in FNAF..

[avelera]

Laois from Dungeon Meshi legit feels like someone said the generic blond main character guy in a fantasy story can never actually be an interesting character in his own right and Ryoko Kui went, “Oh, bet?”

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[adastreia-12]

poseidon’s relationship with percy is something that is so personal to me. love so flawed and complicated, so wary and tentative. your father is here. he’s always been here. he’s not sure what to make of you but he is proud of you. you’re not sure what to make of him either. you’re sally jackson’s son, but you have your father’s eyes. you are the sea as much as he is. trust him. trust yourself. breathe. the sea does not like to be restrained.

[maddymoreau]

Thinking about how Diavolo’s feelings transcend time and how in the Nightbringer UR+ card Demon Lord’s Castle Tour this conversation happens.

When asked, “Do you wish to see your father?”

Diavolo responds:

“I suppose I do . . .” isn’t the typical reaction to how a child would feel about wanting to see their parent. Especially when said parent has essentially been in a coma for a year.

Along with how Diavolo describe his father.

It makes more sense why when you learn in Lesson 56 how Diavolo was treated by him growing up.

Diavolo can tell when others are lying but is unable to understand his father’s intentions.

Diavolo mentions that he lived a very sheltered life growing up. That from a young age his father never allowed him a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle.

His childhood friend was Mephistopheles. A demon literally RAISED to be his friend. Putting a barrier between the two because Mephistopheles would put Diavolo on a pedestal.

The isolating childhood he experienced riddled with his strict father constantly scolding him.

Despite everything MC is so important to him he wants to see his father again so we can meet.

[artgletic]

case study of the self-identified god

[st-hedge]

Here are the biblically accurate raidens I drew for every day I played metal gear rising (plus some cuz the gaps were bothering me). What a fucking ridiculous game 12/10

[project-sekai-facts]

According to 4koma #232, Kohane has the ability to purr.

[ladysophiebeckett]

bi lety is so real btw

[sergle]

man, you know, nobody asked me, but I have such conflicting opinions on some of the fat falin art, where on one hand: it's always nice to see A Fat Body in fanart anywhere + it's being done in positive ways, for funsies and on the other hand, there is something so familiar about how you are automatically The Fat One if you are a woman simply standing next to a more petite woman, bc I've had a 0% hitrate in seeing people change Marcille's body type and keep Falin's, or change both of them. it's just Falin

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

*tries to organize my thoughts*

*remembers i'm not in school and therefore beholden to neither heaven nor hell nor any man's grading system*

*joyously shredding & tossing all my carefully arranged 3x5 mental notecards into the air like so much beige confetti. raising my arms in victory, cheering raucously until i accidentally inhale bits of homemade confetti*

(*coughing up itty bits of paper like a cat evicting a hairball with a firm understanding of tenants' rights*) wait wat happens next

[tinyfantasminha]

I don't want to keep clogging my blog with vent posts but uh... I guess this is a more general concern/observation

But it's getting real hard to stay motivated in fandom spaces when there's little compensation, and annoying occurrences are more frequent than good ones.

Mainly there's been less engagement/people showing interest in creators and their art (such as sending asks, making comments and reblogging with tags) and MORE parasocial interactions. This goes for both artists and writers.

Over this year I've noticed a vast disinterest within my public in general. Asks about ocs, my art, or just nice simple comments of ''I love your art'' has been getting more and more scarce. My follower number is bigger than 2-3 years ago sure and I get more likes on my posts but they are feeling more like just numbers and statistics than actual people who supposedly like my stuff.

And while people being parasocial with creators has always been a thing, I feel like it's gotten way worse... in general? People sending personal pictures out of the blue in hopes of being validated, unwanted psychological advice or assumptions about the creator without any established connection first ( <- these happened to me in the same week.) ventdump, just insensitive/lacking of common sense comments in general, unreasonable demands (mostly with writers)... I wondered at first if it was just me, but a handful of mutuals/acquaintances who are artists and writers seems to be going through it as well.

It's annoying. It's tough. It's getting exhausting. Creators pour so much of themselves into their work—countless hours, effort, and passion, all to share something meaningful or entertaining with others (and for FREE) The LEAST anyone can do is show respect, even if opinions differ. When a writer posts a fanfic, don't just say ''omg post next chapter!'', when an artist posts a drawing of their favorite character, don't just say ''omg draw (character) next!'' as if they're faceless content machines that are expected to churn out more '''content''' for you without acknowledgment, encouragement, or appreciation.

''I want to support creators but I don't know what to say and I feel intimidated by their talent so I just lurk silently :((('' I swear to you, no creator (at least not the majority) is making up an intimidating persona to discourage you from interacting with them. They WANT your comments. A single ''I love your art/writing/videos'' or even something as silly as ''I want to eat your art'' is enough to keep a creator sighing dreamily for WEEKS. It doesn't have to be deep! It's heartfelt and that's what it matters!! (Just remember to keep it relevant and thoughtful... It takes just a bit of common sense NOT to comment things like ''this looks like (another character)'' or ''this but with (another unrelated ship/character/show)''. No one wants to hear comparisons or unrelated ideas when they’ve poured their soul into something.)

In fact, the ''I like your art but I think you're intimidating'' feels more hurtful than flattering. It makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong, acting wrong. 💀

If you love that fanfic that changed your brain psyche forever and want to gush about it, go tell the writer. If you loved so much a piece of art that you saved it a million times in your phone and can't stop thinking about it, go tell the artist. Push away the ''they probably won't care about my comment/it won't make a difference'' thoughts. DO IT NOW. You won't know when they might go inactive forever or deactivate. You can't know if that is the last piece they will ever post. Make sure you show appreciation to creators NOW, while they are still here. While they're still not being replaced by AI.