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[whosthere54]

Yes yes Icarus and the sun but what about Icarus and the Moon

because there’s symbolism in that too. You could say missing symbolism but there’s symbolism in that it wasn’t the moon. The whole hey if you went out at night you wouldn’t have fallen and you would’ve soared the moon and she would never have let you go, let you fall.

[mitchasaurus-r3x]

@jonmartinweek day 2: role swap!!

Did this super quick bc I am busy busy,, didn’t wanna miss another ship week.,.

[lonelysheepling]

Hollow Knight food concept art I’ve done this before, but I wanted to go into more depth on the processes and ingredients used

I’m slowly amassing the ingredients needed to bake a cake

[vamp-bites]

Wrote a wolfwood-centric fic recently and doodled this before i even finished writing the chapter its from

I just think they’re silly. And that they should’ve talked more at the end of volume 8, for my entertainment personally

[rochenn]

Compound words with triple consonants my fucking BELOVED

[preydefiler]

thinking about being an abusive older sister... I keep my bedroom door closed and locked, not even our parents have a key. sometimes I bring someone home, and you can hear noises coming from under the door. you're curious, and you have to take a peek.

the first time you do, it's embarrassing. you watch me have sex with one of the neighborhood girls. it's rough, and there are times she's gagged and crying and you hear these incredibly wet noises, but this angle... you can't quite see. you never quite catch sight of my cock, which is... disappointing for some reason. you feel funny, and you think the feeling is wrong, but... you want more. so you seek more opportunities.

you find a spot in a tree in our backyard, where if you climb just high enough, you can wiggle into a space in the branches that gives you a view into my room. this time I'm in there alone, and I'm lounging on my bed. you watch me for a few minutes, mostly just me flipping through a magazine. but then I reach down and put a hand in my pants. you get that feeling again, and this time you start mimicking my movements. grinding against the branch you're laying on. you watch me unzip my pants and pull out my cock. it's hard, and fills up my hand, and you watch me pump while you moan softly in the leaves, until we both cum at the same time. you can't help but be mesmerized by the ropes I shoot, your tongue subconsciously sticking out of your mouth. you ruin your shorts, and have to spend the next half hour figuring out how to climb down and change without getting caught.

you decide you need a better view. you've tried sneaking in my room, but I keep it locked down tight. The door to my room is always closed. My window, however, doesn't always get locked. Perks of being on the second story. You find that if you climb on the roof from your window, you can climb down and into mine. The first time you tried, it was locked, and I almost caught you. The next time you were successful, and that's when you started coming in and listening to and watching me fuck near constantly.

Under the bed was an interesting choice. You shoved yourself under there because you were almost caught. You heard me unlocking the door just as you were closing the window. You were squeezed in with all kinds of other junk, old sports equipment and dirty clothes, which you secretly did enjoy having your face shoved into. a couple of boxes, some used sex toys, and some trash. You could hear everything, every noise and breath caught in my throat. Every moan the slut of the week groaned into my mattress. The humiliation of feeling my thrusts under my bed was tempting, but there was nothing to see but shed clothes.

Hiding in the closet seemed to be your favorite though. Through the slats in the door, you could see everything. Every inch of flesh, every drop of sweat and cum, every throb of my cock. You loved it. You couldn't get enough. You started jerking off into my clothes you found in there. Your favorite was a pair of my boxers that I had been too lazy to change for a few days, so they really stank like me. You'd watch, and pant, and rut into your hand as I would finish load after load into anything but you, and the hunger enveloped you. I started to be the only thing you thought about. But you were careful. You made sure you were never caught.

It was your birthday, and our parents were throwing you a party. You invited all your friends, there was music and games and even an inflatable bounce house, which you thought was a bit too childish, but didn't fight about it. You always kept an eye on me though. And I said, Fuck the party. You knew my routine by this point. I'd go steal a beer from the garage, sneak behind the tree to drink it, paw at one of the girls there until I took her up to my room for more of the same. You were prepared though. You snuck off from the party, and you were able to get inside my room. I had left my door unlocked, which was uncommon, but not unheard of, and you slipped inside the closet like so many times before. And like clockwork, there I was, leading one of your friends to my bed.

Something about this fuck felt different. I seemed... angry, almost, and I slammed into your friend with scary force. I pressed both of my hands into the small of your friend's back and I stretched her out and pushed as deep as I could. I pounded her wet holes, and I faced her towards the closet door. This was the hottest and roughest you had seen me be, at a few points seeing me punch into the slut's ribs a few times, told her I liked it better when she cried. and then, somehow, I looked at you. You swear I couldn't see you, you were hidden in the closet. you hadn't made any noise. but as I fucked your friend harder and angrier, I kept glancing at the door to the closet. I growled and groaned and finally thrusted my seed deep into your friend, and after a few minutes of gasping breaths, she gathered up her clothes, thanked me, and left.

I continued to lay there panting for a few moments longer before I got up and relocked the door behind your friend. Still nude, I flopped back on the bed on my back. My cock was angled directly at you, still mostly hard and glistening with cum and your friend's juices. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, you caught me looking at the closet door again. I looked away out the window, and you were too afraid to move. Afraid to be caught. Your heart pounded in your chest, fearful of what I would say, what our parents would say. I made a frustrated face and then huffed loudly. I finally looked at the closet door again and made eye contact with you. I rolled my eyes and finally spoke.

"Well? Are you going to cower in there, or are you going to come and get a taste, clean me up? Figured I've made you wait long enough... C'mere, meimei, let me show you how happy a birthday you can have..."

[userarmand]

gonna need lestat to recount in great detail the MUTUAL attraction/psychosexual obsession that existed between himself and armand just to piss these people off btw

[lover-of-mine]

I absolutely love your 911 color theory, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on the fact that in 8x11, Tommy and Buck are dressed almost exactly like they were in their breakup scene in 8x06

This is gonna be very simple because I think the intention is very clear. Tommy is in the same exact outfit, Buck is still in green. The whole interaction is an extension of their breakup. The breakup is still happening because at that moment Tommy is honest about who makes him so sure Buck is gonna break his heart.

The addition of the jacket for Buck is interesting because the jackets end up working almost like protection when it comes to symbolism in the show and the plaid with Buck specifically is usually used as an indication of him locking down his feelings so he won't have to face them head-on. Paired with the green and the overall "something is wrong" implication of the color with Buck, it is still a bad sign for them all around.

And the morning after, Tommy is still in the same clothes, obviously because of the nature of the situation, but that Buck gear up is kinda tragic.

The shirt is too big, the pants are scrunched up in a way that makes them seem too short. I talked about the fit of Buck's clothes in relation to his bisexuality in another meta but the fit of the clothes plus the fact that he's in grey adds another layer. Buck and Tommy never had a matchy-matchy blue and green couple scene (post on the blue and green here) and even the scene with Alli was blue and green, she was in a pale blue, and Taylor too.

And it was always interesting to me that Tommy never got that, and the lack of bright colors in the scene, since everything is neutral-toned, adds so much more to everything, especially since Buck was very sepia-toned in the relationship, that's not a reconciliation at all, it's more of the same issue and they didn't add anything to create any hope there. We don't have shadows to create the illusion that one of them is hiding something, it's morning, they are in a spot that was always continuously used for honesty in the past. It's the breakup without any illusion that they can come back from this.

[knockknockitsnickels]

I love posts about "overhated female cartoon characters" bc inevitably my girls PB, Rose Quartz, & Mabel will be there so you've got 2 pink-haired quasi-immortal war-crime-committing morally-grey queens and a 12 year old who likes boy bands and knitting sweaters.

[red-talkin-graves]

I don't know how to put it into words properly right now but I think there's something very poetic about the narrator and LQ both being represented by a crow or raven.

A man so desperate to prevent the end, so afraid of death that he'd prefer a world without change, is seen as a symbol of that very death he feared. On the other side of the same coin, the being he crafted to kill death is also very similar to a crow or raven. Both the creator of the construct and his chosen champion of eternity appear as symbols of death, and the "death itself" they've been set to defeat looks like just a princess. A normal human, an ordinary person, a consistent and everyday part of life.

Something about bringing about a world absent of death or change being a form of killing that world in itself, becoming the reaper you tried to defeat. Kill her and you've "saved" the world from death, but will always live as a representation of it.

[tempestmothstorm]

crazy how the sanshee plush is one of the few actual direct confirmations on what a non-act 2 Natsuki’s home life is like because of how cagey she is on literally everything. Like this isn’t anything surprising or something you wouldn’t be able to extrapolate from the games but unlike everything else we know about her the implications are right there on the tin.

They literally did the character bio trope where where all the likes are normal but the dislikes are about their very specific trauma it’s just so funny they did that on the plushie card

[siamesefightingpiano]

Every time I see this scene I feel like I'm going crazy.

We all know that Capitano sacrificed himself and merged with the Lord of the Night in order to change Natlan's ley lines and finally lay his comrades' souls to rest. But the way this was framed? Why??

So in order to be sacrificed he has to sit on the Throne of the Primal Fire. And then we get the slow shot of him walking up to the throne with his soldiers and Natlanese souls saluting him. Note how they're lining the staircase like it's a procession. The Khaenriah'n soldier even congratulates him on a job well done.

And then. AND THEN.

YOU HAVE.

GUTHRED. Who is standing closest to the throne. He's basically at the top of the stairs before you reach the dais on which the throne is located. And nobody else is there. He is the only one. Why. Sure you can say that Guthred's his second-in-command so he's at the top of the stairs but if that's the case the animators could've just placed him near the top with the rest of the souls? But instead he's at the verrrrry top with a sizeable distance from the others. So already there's already a visual difference.

And there's the dialogue. He could've congratulated Capitano like the other soldier. But no, his line is "This time, let's go together." And Capitano replies with "Yes, let's go together." You don't understand when I experienced this for the first time in game my heart was in so much pain. "This time", meaning they did it wrong last time because Guthred died and left Thrain all by himself. But this time, they're going together. And the softness of his voice compared to when he was a crazy yandere trying to kill Ororon? omg? Anyway, when he says that line you get a closeup of him with the Throne in the background. Yes it's because both him and the Throne are in the same line of sight. But they could've framed his closeup like the other souls - camera angle from Capitano's side, therefore no throne.

So now we have this association of Guthred with the Throne, which is symbolic of Capitano's sacrifice. Through this association, we can say that when Capitano takes the throne, he will also get Guthred. And as Guthred offered and Capitano agreed, this time, they're going to the afterlife, together. Guthred is the "reward" Capitano gets when he reaches his goal of self-sacrifice upon the Throne of the Primal Fire.

Also another thing? When the camera switches to the closeup of Guthred the music transitions into this soft, gentle thing??? Like wow??? Also I checked the CN dub because I'm crazy and CN Capitano sounded so... gentle??? Ughhh these twooooo.

Also you know what the whole thing reminded me of? Aragorn's coronation in Return of the King where he finally gets to marry Arwen because he finally became King of Gondor.

If you managed to get all the way to the end, thank you for reading and witnessing my madness.

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[herbgerblin]

happy birthday, but also i am BEGGING you to elaborate on 'TLT TAZ AU' because me and my friend have been bouncing back and forth ideas on what that could possibly mean and there are a million different directions you could take it. where's your brain at

apologies for this reply being several months old. i am blaming the vitamin d deficiency (this is not a bit, i was super deficient and in depressy mode for a few months.) I'll admit I haven't marinated on this more than a few surface thoughts because trying to determine who was what got very complicated. But I have provided the amalgam of scribbles i have made as is a continuation of this post.

ID: On the left of the first image is a drawing of Barry and Lup standing and talking to each other. An arrow pointing to Barry is captioned "guys with no pulse" and an arrow pointing to Lup is captioned "girl whose whole thing is blood circulation". Between them is a shared thought bubble that reads, "I want to study you under a microscope." They're both wearing black, nondescript clothes. Lup is wearing a belt containing various vials of blood. She also has a cardiovascular tattoo on her chest and arms.

On the right of the image is a doodle of Lup and Taako. Taako is wearing a wizard hat of bones. Lup stares off in the distance, muttering, "I'm gonna take that guy." Taako asks, "In a fight, right?" Lup blushes beside a thought bubble that reads, "NSFW" Taako reiterates in all caps, "In a fight right?"

The second image is sketches of Magnus, Davenport, and Merle. Magnus is a tall man with messy hair and a beard. He wears a long military jacket, open with no shirt, breeches, and knee-high boots. He is beaming and leaning on his leg, one foot resting on top of a skull. Davenport is a short man with a neat little mustache. He wears a tailored military outfit with a cape. He is standing on a platform of bones. Merle is a short, portly man with a hair bun and a beard. He wears a surcoat with a skull and bones insignia over military clothes with epaulets. He is smiling with his hands on his hips.

The third image is three drawings of Lucretia as a necromancer. She has short, curly hair, and a slim build. She wears a black, sleeveless turtleneck dress with double slits and platform sandals. On the left, she is pointing a quill pen towards a skull perched to her hand. Int he middle, she is wearing a dark veil and looking forlornly, an open book resting on her lap. On the right, she is standing and holding her book close to her chest, looking uneasy.

[20dollarlolita]

Something that I've used to judge my health, in more ways than one, is what I call the need-to-pee test.

When I'm sitting, wasting time, and I need to pee, healthy me will just get up and go to the bathroom. That's normal behavior.

Sometimes, however, elements of my health will make that very basic task difficult. When you recognize that you need to pee, but you have to have an internal conversation with The Vampire of Despair about if you needing to pee is a failure and a judgement on your worth as a human being, you need to reach out to someone about your mental health. Being too depressed to get up and go pee is a sign that something in your mental health is very wrong. It's a sign that it's "bad enough" to really need some help.

When you recognize that you need to pee, but you don't want to get up because your body will be in pain, that's a sign that your pain is "bad enough" where you should do something about it. If you've been sitting around your house telling yourself that shit's fine, but you also procrastinate on the basic duty of going to take a pee because doing that simple task is going to cause you so much pain that it's not worth the comfort you get from not needing to pee, your body is fucked, and shit's not fine.

Getting up and going to pee is a thing that should not take effort or be unpleasant. Having difficult getting up and going to the bathroom often means that your problem is actually pretty bad. If you've been ignoring the problem, it's a very good sign that you should stop ignoring the problem.

Needing to pee but not being able to get up and go pee because the cat is sitting on you, however, is normal operating procedure. How dare you move the cat for something as selfish as your basic bodily functions. You metabolized and you didn't even get permission? The cat does not approve.

[st4rbwrry]

i’m so tired of seeing these 1 second fics on my feed. please give me 20k word fics 😤 i want ART. i want DIALOGUE. i want SCENERY.

[starsapphire]

What is the untitled talia-centric brutalia fic?

YAY ok so basically it's my sort-of-a-fix-it fic attempt to reconcile talia with damian's existence, as well as a continuation of talia's character trajectory from before the retcons, all mixed into a brutalia fake marriage trope. the unnecessary full plot explanation ended up being long so i'll put in under a cut

essentially, instead of talia taking damian back after son of the demon and keeping him in the league (as morrison wrote it), ra's learns that she had the baby and he is the one who takes damian back, names him, and raises him in the league — all without talia's knowledge. like in canon, damian meets talia for the first time on his eighth birthday, but unlike in canon, it's because talia has finally discovered damian is in the league. (as a note, i pulled the rapid aging plot point from new 52 to make the timeline actually make sense, so damian is physically 8 but chronologically 4.)

the events of death and the maidens happen somewhere around here (i haven't decided whether it works better before or after), but i'm not sure if i'm keeping talia's time with the society — fueled by nyssa's pit-induced mind break, as a way to explain how uncharacteristic that was — in the story yet. either way, because of the mental damage done by nyssa's torture, it takes talia another year or so to be both able and willing to get herself and damian out of the league.

talia goes to bruce, etc etc, and they decide to get married very publicly, in order to put talia and damian both firmly in the public eye. obviously this is a marriage of convenience, entirely for practical and pragmatic reasons of necessity. no other reason. with damian and talia all over the press and now well-known, ra's will be unable to take either of them back without difficulty and without causing a media storm. (talia is in the public eye already ofc but "billionaire's impressive socialite ex-ceo wife, who was recently revealed to have a child with him that they kept quiet about for years" is even more noticeable and tabloid-worthy than "impressive but mostly regular ceo".)

of course talia and bruce are coming into the fake marriage already in love with one another, so instead of the "falling in love due to fake marriage" trope it's more of a "getting over themselves and putting in the work to make the fake marriage real like they were pretending they didn't want it to be the whole time" plotline. the plot is (so far) intended to be largely or entirely from talia's pov and focused on her and her ✨ journey of healing ✨ post-datm, learning how to be a mother, and finally getting away from ra's for good. ultimately my goal is to build off of where her character development was going in the 2000s up until editorial decided to make her a villain and then morrison got their hands on her, while making damian make some semblance of sense to the story.