#yas make him suffer

[realititrip]

a glitch in time changed my brain chemistry i will never be the same

[krys-does-art-stuff]

Former Belle declares her love for her king in front of the neighboring nobility. It's super effective!

I speeded through Nokto's sequel a few days ago and I had fun time with it! Nokto has a way of surprising you with how much depth he has and his sequel definitely delivered on that.

March 2025

[hplonesomeart]

Here you go fellow gays enjoy some tranquil scenery with the favorite fruity robot ever. Spend a late night chatting with him on a balcony as the laughter rings out in the air. Can’t quite get any better then this

[very-creative-user]

a pure vanilla au that I probably won't expand upon. Huzzah.

Cloak-less version under the cut (not freaky I promise)

[merrimentsmight]

Saw the ask for Cicero-themed prompts.

Wondering if you'd be interested in writing a Cicero x Listener, with a Cicero who hates the Listener but is to loyal to the Tenets to admit that to himself?

“Come here, my Cicero, my dear,” they say. They order. So condescending. My dear. My my mine my mine. Of course, though, it is true. He is theirs. He has made monuments of that truth in actions, in fluids, the shapes he writes, his own blood on their thighs. The way he kills on their order, sleeps on their order, breathes on their order. It is their prerogative. And in the same fashion they, who outstrips him in everything, who sups at the Night Mother’s dry husk of a breast, who could have killed him once and should have taken the chance when they had it, do not belong to Cicero. They belong to no one. Are accountable to no one. Least of all the poor Keeper. 

Sometimes he worries that the Dread Lord will become tired of it and strike them down. Other days he simply prays that their Father will see his loyalty and spare him that repercussion. Other days still he knows that he has fallen prey, and lost himself, and deserves everything coming to them and more. And then on each of those days he comes to his senses, and prays to be released from his own heretical thoughts. He reminds himself that he loves the Listener. He reminds himself so often. 

He rises from where he had knelt at their feet, follows their gestures, sits in their lap. They smell good; clean and like wind and autumn fruit. They kiss him and they taste of full, sweet wine, and they grip his side, and he moans. He could reach out now and strangle them. He could bash their skull against the stone wall until it busted open, their brain red and wet and soft like jam. He could sink inside of them and claw his way out; rip them open from the depths. He could he could he could he could. He could not! He would never. Mother chose them. After all. Out of all, out of anyone, Mother chose them. And they chose him. And that was. That was an honor. 

Is he lying? Is he lying to the Listener? To Mother? Oh no no. Oh no. Oh never. He would never. But when they run their hand through his hair he knows he's a pet. Feels what he has been reduced to. Knows that every moment he falls into it, enjoys it, the praise and attention, is a little lie he's telling to himself. He tries to fall into it anyway, enjoy it anyway. If this is what Sithis laid out for him he has no recourse but to obey. But each day the ties that bind him to the stone altar of devotion abrade against its unpolished edges. They grow thinner. They will snap. 

And what will loyal Cicero be then?

[lunabug2004]

Okay first of all: LEADER MIKE IS BACK LETS GOOOO!!!! (Did he ever really leave?)

Second of all: there’s no way “he is well! He is good” is the truth. I’m onto you Finn Wolfhard. This boy is suffering like he never has before. Or we are at least seeing some of his past suffering come to light. Either way, that boy better not be doing “well” or “good”. I need his story to be well-rounded and well-written PLEASE!!!

[toxictoad]

Is there a fandom word for a supporting character that is rarely if ever a topic for fandom but that you are absolutely obsessed with?

I'm not talking about a glup shitto. I mean a character that everyone knows about but who isn't really anyone's favorite character. Fics centered on them are rare and ones that actually explore them in an interesting way are even rarer. No one really kins them or draws them. No one brings them up outside of discussing other characters.

Yeah, whatever that is.

But then...

A piece of media comes out that heavily features that character... and people finally talk about them.... you are in heaven for a few short months... and then it goes back to how it was.

Oh, sure, maybe there will be more people who like that character now. Maybe there will be an uptick in fics that give you a small backlog to read. Maybe you'll even get a nice catalog of fanart that will fuel your imagination for a little while.

But no matter what; that character won't get as much attention as you think they deserve.

Anyway that's how I feel about Count Fanon-first-name-Yan Dooku.

[egginfroggin]

Hey who wants to see the first chapter of an old time loop submas fic I started back in 2022

Great, here you go:

(No warnings that I can think of; please inform me if I should tag or mark anything)

Celebi had been summoned many times in its long life, called to the Ilex Forest by countless people as Time dragged on and on in an endless march marked by monotone ticking. Whether or not those calls and summons were heeded was entirely up to Celebi itself, and what, precisely, motivated it to appear to one person over the next was known only to itself.

Perhaps it was a sense of mercy.

Perhaps it was curiosity.

Perhaps Celebi could see into the hearts of those who called for it and judged from there whether or not a person was worthy of a wish.

Perhaps it was none of these things, perhaps it was all of them, perhaps it was nothing at all.

Celebi hovered there in the Ilex Forest, crystalline wings fluttering on its back as it appeared in a flicker of light and a flurry of sparkles like the fairy it was. Power thrummed in the air around it as the tiny creature’s lips curled in an ever-present smile, eyes fluttering open to peer down at its summoner.

Goodness, it could see this man’s very soul, and what a sight it was – Time had not been kind to him at all, exacerbating the symptoms of heartbreak instead of healing them. Cracks ran through his very core, fissures of stress and anguish and desperation, and Celebi’s own heart throbbed for this poor man, sympathy running alongside curiosity and unnameable emotions as it looked over every tearstained bit of his flagging heart.

Celebi tilted its head, smiling patiently.

“What is your wish, human?”

He’d gone rigid with its appearance, disbelief and shock showing in his eyes like he hadn’t expected it to really appear. Celebi’s smile was reflected in a twisted manner on his face, more of a grimace, but at the sound of its bell-like voice asking for his request, the disbelief and tension melted away to make way for tentative euphoria. He choked in a gasp of air, tightly-clenched fists releasing for a moment, and he straightened his spine, lifting his chin despite the tremors Celebi saw rattling his form.

“I am Emmet,” he said, clear and monotone yet so very, very exhausted, “and I –”

He faltered for an instant, his voice hitching, and Celebi could feel, almost see his pain become tangible as feelings of pain, loss, need, separation shuddered through his soul.

“My brother and I have been decoupled,” he said, swallowing hard. “For a verrrrry long time.”

Years, he didn’t say, but Celebi knew nonetheless, years ago, five, almost six.

“I want him back.” His fists tightened, tight enough to draw blood if not for his gloves. “How things were before. I never wanted to lose him. I do not want to lose him. I do not want us to ever be separated again.”

Twins, the same age, together from conception, individuals but two sides of the same coin.

He licked his lips, drawing in a breath, silver eyes never leaving Celebi’s softly glowing form.

“I wish to never be separated from my brother ever again – for it to have never happened, and to never happen. That is my wish.”

Grant it, please, please have enough power, he didn’t say.

Celebi tilted its head the other way, wings fluttering softly, blue eyes wide and scouring.

After a moment, it blinked.

Then, Celebi smiled at the torn-up, determined man before it, inclining its head with a glint in its irises.

“As you wish, Emmet.”

Time ground to a halt, splitting, tearing, reversing, reforming – Dialga would have a fit at it later, for sure, but a wish was a wish, and Celebi had heeded this one – Time looped back on itself countless times over, veering around the will of Celebi and the will of fate itself.

Ilex Forest was washed in blinding, pure white light, and when it faded, only Celebi remained, hovering over the dish of offerings, a gentle, sad smile on its lips.

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Emmet felt the ground fall out from beneath his feet, the pull of gravity yanking him down as light flooded his vision, bright and all-consuming and blinding, searing his retinas with burning, cold white.

It faded into black, thick as tar yet easily breathable as he sank into it.

His fall slowed and up was down, left was right, light was shadow and cold was hot, everything reversed, its own inversion, and for a single, petrifying moment, his lungs seized as his head throbbed with enough pain that it felt like it would split open.

Emmet blinked, and a feeling of weightlessness came over him as a loud voice echoed in his ears, distracting him from the pain in his temples.

Train no. 1 will leave the station momentarily. Thank you for your continued patience.

“What?”

His own voice was clear as water, but staccato, a single burst of sound, unlike the ringing voice that surrounded him like an announcement over the P.A. system at Gear Station back home.

We will now be leaving the station. Best of luck on your travels. Have a good day.

Emmet once again fell, his yell of utter confusion left behind as he tumbled down, down, down, into the endless abyss as the announcement repeated itself one more time.

[poomphuripan]

New stills from Q26 of iQIYI and YYDS’s My Stand-In (2024), dir. Pepzi Banchorn Vorasataree & Khom Kongkiat Khomsiri

[opens-up-4-nobody]

The annoying thing about releasing sanji from the cage inside my brain this week is that 1) I got stung by a wasp or yellowjacket on my dominant hand and it's so swollen there's tension when I grip a pencil and 2) I won't be around this weekend to draw him a million times in color 😭

[hanzajesthanza]

some terrible part of me wants to comparatively analyze the reynevan/jutta sex scenes VS the birkart/douce sex scenes as good VS evil…

it’s about the worship of VS subjugation of…

[featherhasaface]

Sad gorl.

She doesn't fear much of anything. She doesn't mind her occasional hallucinations and she deals with blood and gore oddly well. She does, however, have a surpressed fear of being alone. Not just by herself in a room, but completely alone, with no one who cares to help her if she ends up needing it. Of course, this fear wouldn't ever become a reality. Her family loves her and Meta Knight cares for her like a daughter. He's the one that gave her that lamp, and a small plush I might draw at some point.

She ignores it. Thinking about it causes her to spiral into an outright breakdown that results in her transforming if left unresolved. In this case, she doesn't typically attack anyone. Instead, she'll run off and hide somewhere.

[swiftiesforpeeta]

sirius celebrating his 22nd bday in azkaban 4 days after his whole life was torn apart 😍

[qualityrain]

i feel like at this point in the entire honky story in the entire one (1) arc and 1/3 parts of a chapter the entire screentime owl has and 60% of it is just him crying being a wet sopping piece of cardboard and it would be ok if it amounted to anything but it’s like hes just a punching bag that serves to introduce useless concepts that never get used well. and its like,,,,mhy literally finds a way to bring this guy back from the dead and completely disregard everything from his established backstory and make it another shit arc like mhy can u just let this guy die and forget abt him so my attachment to him can fade and the owl brainworms can finally lose their hold on my brain its been two years i want rest

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Ayylmao.tv: So once The Steven Universe Kinnie Clickbaiter 'Impersonator' ran out of "content," they went on to steal all the monetized gold from hard working "creators" like me and my friends, basically! UWU

Me, having enough of these dudes: Aw, I'm sorry ya bastard did u mean

Again, these grifters complaining about being grifted like "these people are stealing our entire 'personalities' while hiding behind masks! UWU" while they themselves have check marked, monetized and built their entire Internet Personalities off hiding behind their masks that are the icons of Whatever Queer Women's Fictional Character TM that decided to Simp for or Kin that day while making their monetized bullshit "Explainer" videos about these Queer Women's Careers and Dramas TM while using her copyrighted material and clips of her work is hilarious to me like ...It's still not YOUR "personality" or "work" that's being "stolen" like ... You're literally nothing, a shit copy of a shit copy. shamrockshakefootlettice...

If you really wanna try and claim some type of Fandumb "Identity Theft" here than you can at least try thinking up your own damn O.C, again, like the rest of us girls and gays have already done here a long time ago, because it's not that hard, or, once more, you can stop hiding behind the mask of whatever Barely Legal Vivziepop Daughter Figure you're currently hard for, stop monopolizing and mansplaining a queer women's career and hardships in what's supposed to be a queer fandom space, or get the fuck out and keep away from us, cishet! Let the antis stop thinking we claim you because WE DON'T CLAIM YOU!!!!

EDIT: WHY DON'T THEY EVER PAY A WOMAN TO TALK ABOUT VIVZIEPOP SHOWS?! IT'S BECAUSE THE MARKETING TEAMS AND AMAZON KNOW HOW THEY'VE ALREADY BEEN BRONIFED BEYOND BELIEF BEFORE EVER BEING PICKED UP. ALL THANKS TO AYYLMAO.TV AND HIS OWN CONTENT FARM ABOUT CONTENT FARMS.

[krysmcscience]

Did somebody say Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear? I think somebody said Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear. Thanks to that, have these retooled The Good Place jokes:

The "powers that be" can refer to either the Theraprism staff, the Axolotl, or just. Ya know. Disney in general. Or all three! Whichever you think is funniest. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The "party" Bill's referring to is Weirdmageddon, of course. He was quite the ashhole to everyone back then.

Ford has probably gotten pretty good at the 'tune out your psychopathic ex with dank memes' challenge.

It must be very cathartic to be able to make Bill shut up whenever you want with just the press of a button. I'm sure Ford doesn't abuse this ability at all.

Oh, sure, 'Not now,' he says, before he immediately backs out of the newly-made hole in the Theraprism wall. 🙄

Don't worry, Bill doesn't get far.

also yeah i know this one doesn't have an attempted swear - i just wanted to use the joke because of the massive stink-eye involved in it because it makes me laugh

⬇️ More goofs beneath the brief ramble if you wanna skip it lmao⬇️

Why is Ford even there, you might ask? Well, he either decided he preferred to watch Bill suffer in person over being distantly and repeatedly harassed with the same evil desperation book for the rest of his life, or he got roped into some kind of contrived community service for 1.) all his many counts of interdimensional thievery, and 2.) his ignoring all the very clear warnings to NOT summon Bill in the first place (which I like to imagine is also illegal). Theraprism staff were just like, 'Wait, this guy matters to Bill? Ooh, we can USE that! It might be the only thing that can help him want to get better!' It is not considered that throwing Ford at Bill so soon after Weirdmageddon could instead make them both WORSE - in new and altogether special ways! :D

Anyway, I'm calling it the Community Service AU, and I am most likely not going to do anything else with it beyond appropriating these silly Good Place jokes. So, feel free to adopt the concept if y'all wanna??? Just make sure that Bill is still not allowed to swear, no matter what, full stop. It's gotta be a real linguistic corkblork of a situation for him, is all I'm sayin'.

Finally, have these bonus Good Place jokes, but with Handyman!Bill this time:

'Opposite tortures' doesn't sound so bad...at least until it's an all-powerful chaos entity known for torture saying it.

you may think i forgot mabel's cute pink cheeks but the truth is that i did in fact forget but then immediately stopped caring which makes it okay, SHHHHHHH

And, finally:

lmao this is shit

True facts, if you cram Season 1 Eleanor Shellstrop and Michael into a singular triangle shape, they turn into Bill Cipher. This is science, look it up. Or don't, and just trust the source that is me, bro.

Anyway, I should be in bed, y'all have fun with these, I guess. Tune in after like a week or so and maybe I'll have an addendum to my comic about how Bill was drawn naked for karaoke night. Because him actually being naked was not the only thing I considered as a plausible explanation. XD

Also if you see any inconsistencies or errors in any of these comics, No You Do Not :D

Also also, reblogs are rad as hell and I appreciate every single one, just don't repost, please and thanks. Every time a repost is made, an artist somewhere cries. :,)