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ceruleancattail · 3 days

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Ok we all know the horror of being trapped in Malleus’s handcrafted world. Sure, it’s terrifying when you remember who you were, but what if you didn’t?

What if that was all you ever knew?

TW: Yandere

Your day starts with the birds singing, from the castle’s windows. The same old song, over and over again.

Oh, will they ever sing a different tune?

Opening your eyes slowly, you blink away the last remains of sleepiness from your body. Sliding out of your finely woven blankets of linen and cotton, your feet sink into the plush of an emerald green carpet.

Soft. Like most things in your room were.

A comfortable place, everything gentle to the touch. From pillows that feel like clouds under your head to clothes to the thick carpet lining every inch of your room, to the elegant clothes that adorn your form perfectly, everything was perfect. As if it was specially tailored for you.

After you cleansed yourself in the rather lavishly decorated bathroom, your hands fumbled around in your wardrobe. Closing around a set of clothes that were your favourite colours. They fit you like a glove, the material somehow both warm and breathable at the very same time. How odd… but then again, you didn’t think about it much. It just was how things were.

Nothing was ever too hot nor too cold. Nothing could ever hurt you here. It’s almost like a dream, honestly…

Slipping on your shoes, you threw open the door to your room. Only to smack it straight into someone’s face. You heard a thud, followed by a dull grunt. Muttering your apologies, you peek around the other side of the door sheepishly. Only to meet with the mesmerising emerald eyes of the master of this castle, Malleus Draconia.

Or as you like to call him, Hornton. A privilege granted to you by him himself, on the account of being old friends. Both of you had met, a long time ago. To be completely honest, you don’t remember a lot of the details. How did you two meet again?

Oh well. That doesn’t matter right now. You immediately rush out, hands cupping his face as gently as you could. Tilting his head from the left to the right, looking at him in concern. Apologises and worry fusing together in stammers and stutters.

Stunned, all Malleus could do was to stand stock still and stare. Before he broke into laughter, chuckling softly. He leans down a little, allowing you easier access to his face. As you’re fussing over him, Malleus’s eyes are flickering over your face. Observing every little detail, analysing you like a fine piece of art.

There’s something embarrassing about being looked at so closely, especially by someone as beautiful as he was. Your gaze drops to the ground as you release him from your prying hands. Yet at that very instant, Malleus’ hands fly towards your wrists, clutching at them.

His grip is tight, bruising even. He grips firmly, until your wrist is pressed sore. You feel him trembling ever so slightly, nails digging against your skin. Holding you so tightly, like a petulant child, determined not to let go of his favourite toy.

You glance upwards, only to see Malleus’s face frozen, his lips curled back into a fine line. Worry carves its mark onto his face, along with something a little more… darker. A steely glare, as a king would give his subjects.

The stern gaze a master would give to their puppet.

You attempt to yank your hand back, yelping as his grip only grows tighter. Through gritted teeth, you hiss out:

“You’re hurting me, Malleus.”

Those words seem to snap him back to his senses. He loosens up his grip on your hand, rubbing the bruises forming absentmindedly with his thumb. Yet Malleus doesn’t let go.

“I’m sorry, child of man. I worry for… you, sometimes. Especially with your memory hazy…”

Malleus pauses, deep in thought. Before those startlingly green eyes snap right back upwards, staring deep into your own.

“Have you remembered anything?”

You shrug the best you could, before sighing.

“If I did, I would have told you, wouldn’t I?”

Malleus spoke softly, muttering to himself more than anything:

“Yes. Yes you would have.”

A sigh floats off his lips then, a gentle sound. Perhaps it was meant to be a sympathetic sound, filled with Malleus’s pity for you… although you couldn’t help but detect a sense of relief within that sound. As if he was happy you didn’t remember anything.

How odd, but then again, this was Malleus. Would he really ever do anything to hurt you? Both of you go way back after all…. Actually, how did you two meet again? You vaguely remember him in a… school uniform. Green, like those beautiful eyes of his.

Frowning, you squint at Malleus, trying to picture him in a school uniform. It was a rather weird fit, for one as regal as he was. Yet it felt… familiar. Like something natural to you. Raising a hand, you cup his cheek tenderly, gently.

Before whispering to him softly:

“Hey, Malleus? Where did we meet again?”

He blinks at you, before you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. Coaxing you closer towards his chest, wrapped up in his embrace. A loving gesture, reserved for those experiencing the tender pangs of romance.

“What are you even talking about, darling? We were always together.”

“Didn’t we meet at college, though?”

At those words , his grip turns to stone, keeping you firmly locked within his arms. What was once a tender, loving embrace becoming smothering, imprisoning, overbearing. You were locked in Malleus’s arms, with no escape.

Malleus sighs once more, looking at you as if… you disappointed him somehow. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see green sparks flare to life, forked tongues of flame hissing and spitting at everything they could reach.

“I think you haven’t had enough sleep yet, child of man. Perhaps a little nap would do you good.”

You grimace, before retorting:

“I’m good, Malleus, I just woke up. Don’t you remember?”

Yet that doesn’t stop Malleus from pressing a hand into your eyelids, coaxing them down gently. He coos at you, muttering sweet nothings into your ear until all the fight leaves your soul, and you start feeling awfully, terribly sleepy.

The last things you hear are Malleus’ soft chuckles, before the world turns to black.

“Rest well, my love.”

Your day starts with the birds singing, from the castle’s windows. The same old song, over and over again.

Oh, will they ever sing a different tune?

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus #yandere malleus #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus draconia x reader #yandere malleus x reader #protection potion♦️

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pink-nubes · 2 days

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hello! please i really am in love with your art style and the way you draw the firsts in your au, also i wanna know, did genesis apologize to sephiroth? if yes when and how did it go?

Thank you so much for the ask!!

So, between Sephiroth and Genesis, things are a bit complicated at the beginning.

Genesis truly wants to apologize to Sephiroth, he feels regretful about his actions and he wishes to repair their relationship. But even if Genesis is much more stable than he was back in crisis core, he is in an unexpected situation. After five years he had somehow made peace with the fact that his friends were gone and just accepted that he would have to live with what he did to them. But now the opportunity to apologize arises and after everything that happened between him and Sephiroth, he just can't find the right words. It feels like just saying "I'm sorry" would mean nothing because of the gravity of their previous situation, so he just tries other means to let Sephiroth know how he feels.

Other means that don't really work.

Sephiroth, obviously so, is reluctant at first. He doesn't actually hate Genesis, but he definitely feels hurt by him. So he mostly rejects Genesis' attempts to fix things or help (This extends to taking care of the babies as well). Ironically, opposite to what Genesis is trying to do, an honest and sincere "I'm sorry" would actually work much better in this situation, making everyone's feelings clearer without so many ornamental words or actions. At least from Sephiroth's point of view. Knowing that Genesis truly means it and that he won't abandon or hurt him like that again would ease a lot of his fears.

Of course, this is mostly throughout the first few weeks they spend together after reuniting and Angeal and Genesis taking Sephiroth back to Banora with them. As time passes their relationships develop further.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #ff7 crisis core #ff7 rebirth #ff7 remake #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 au #angeal hewley #the remnants ff7

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mrs-snape5984 · 2 days

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“It’s true! Look, how they shine for you…”

“Look, how they shine for you, and all the things that you do…” (“Yellow” by Coldplay)

Today, I want to share a personal story with you…something, I’ve experienced about two weeks ago.

As some of you might know, I’m living in my very own Snape-museum-like chamber, which is dedicated to my beloved Severus and the Wizarding World in general. Since I’m suffering from this cruel disease ME/CFS, I’m not capable of leaving the darkness and solitude of my room anymore. So, surrounding myself with my already 21 years lasting passion for Severus in memorabilia and artworks, is my way of coping with my loneliness and my sadness. Every single piece of my collection is like a patch of consolation…sewed together into a huge comfort blanket, which embraces me to soothe my troubled heart.

For this reason, I get notifications, whenever someone offers another rare item of Severus Snape online. This time, I found an extremely interesting and beautiful sideboard, which was skilfully painted and decorated. Unfortunately, this object was 600 kilometres away from my home, so I couldn’t ask anyone, if they could pick it up for me. Despite the fact, that I wouldn’t be able to buy this cabinet, I contacted the owner of it with the only intention to congratulate her for her beautiful design of this unique piece of furniture….and suddenly, we found ourselves in a nice chat about Severus Snape and his meaning for us.

She showed me a delicate pencil drawing of Severus, which she had made and I was immediately in love with it. After presenting her my own art collection on my walls, she offered me her drawing as a present. And now, I’m allowed to share it with you all! Thank you, J. Holdman, for your act of pure kindness and compassion. You’re an incredibly empathetic and thoughtful person and I’m grateful for meeting you online.

Commissioning artworks has become my favourite coping mechanism, even though it’s currently more difficult for me, since my savings are shrinking and my regular income isn’t paid anymore, due to my disability. I feel bad, that I can’t add every single drawing to my walls, but my room isn’t very big (and some of them would also be inappropriate for my children’s eyes 😏). Sadly, I’m struggling a lot with the acceptance of daylight and illumination, lately. But once a day, I’m switching on a little lamplight to enjoy my art gallery for some minutes (by wearing sunglasses).

My beloved friend Miri helped me again to rearrange my whole gallery. You’re invited to grab a piece of my joy by having a glimpse at my collection. Please feel free to enjoy these masterpieces of art! Most of them are drawings of Severus and my, indeed, very self-inserted OC Jules! 🥹

Credits for these mesmerising pieces of art in my room go out to (there’s no order, I’m going through my gallery, whilst I’m writing this):

J. Holdman

My bestie Miri H.

@madfantasy

@mmad-lover

@turpinsimp-blog

@snake-queen7

@alinearthp

@dranna

@sleepybradipo

@capysnapeart

@hannisimp

@opalchalice

@pinklovecharm

You all…and all the other artists of Snapedom, I’ve already commissioned, but also all those other persons, I’ve met here on tumblr, are my lights in this dark time…my stars…my yellow! There are no words to express my gratitude…so I just leave it like that. Thank you. ✨

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

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fandomlurker333 · 1 day

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A lot of people are screaming throuple and just writing the porn (which I get! It’s fun!). But reading them come is not enough for me. lol Toxicity is hot until it’s just damaging and sad for everyone. I want real happiness for these three weirdos.

The end of the film was meant to be the very beginning of something. Just the spark of an idea of them coming back to one another. But the real work starts after.

And I think it would probably be a step-by-step thing.

I can see Patrick and Art working to draw closer, with that strong foundation of their childhoods to build off of. Obviously having to resolve the hurt that so much time and distance caused them, and both being willing to forgive. But it’s clear at the end of the film that the door is open for that. They grew up together. There’s a real root of knowing that I think could carry them through the toughest parts early on. Their relationship evolving feels possible.

And Tashi and Art’s marriage would find some breathing room and maybe even some renewed delight for having Patrick present and loving on them both. Kinda seeing each other again through his eyes type thing. Remembering they’re more than who they have been to each other for over a decade (both operating in one mode to survive, never quite enough for each other -- not totally fulfilled and not appreciated in their fullness).

I don’t think Patrick and Tashi would be having sex at this point, but I can see like….tennis dates where they bicker. Just them all learning how to be in each other’s space for extended periods of time and enjoy it.

And maybe Art wouldn’t resent Tashi so much for not being able to give him everything (so much has been taken from her — she just doesn’t have all that much left. She’s been doing her best.) and maybe Tashi would feel more at peace seeing them play each other and knowing Art is really loving tennis, not just playing for her. Connecting with them both in that space and finding joy in tennis again, so it’s not just routine and pain and loss for her.

With that healing happening concurrently (with therapists as support, of course), I think they’d get far. And then once those relationships are more secure, once Art and Tashi learn how they relate to each other when he isn’t winning for her (which would be something new. They don’t know what that looks like yet!) then Patrick and Tashi, having learned way more about themselves in relationship and how to communicate, might start working on their side of the triangle lol.

I could see them all exploring and working out the intimacy over time — not just sex, but intimacy -- what do they each need and how do they need it? And kink too, the various ways they each want/need to give or receive so they all feel truly satisfied.

And of course they’ll be partners co-parenting. All of them.

I can see Tashi finally grieving her injury, the life she lost, and rediscovering her love of tennis, not to win, but for the joy of being on the court. Her sobs the first time she plays again and it’s not competitively, just a little volley, but it’s like she’s finally alive again. Reminding herself she’s a leader in tennis the space still, that she can build success in that world even without Art’s career, but maybe it looks different. I see a healed Tashi learning to enjoy teaching kids. Taking on more protege. And letting Art and Patrick come help at her tennis camps.

Art retiring like he said he wanted, running the foundation as Tashi steps back. Realizing that he’s actually pretty good at this business thing and going back to school for a Master’s in nonprofit leadership. Meeting new people. Making friends (that aren’t Patrick). Getting invited to a pottery class and seeing he loves to work with his hands. Playing tennis with Patrick on the weekends.

And my heart for stay-at-home dad Patrick. Who always forgets to change over the laundry and leaves his keys everywhere and puts the babies' shoes on the wrong feet. But my god he loves those kids so goddamn much. Patrick learning to cook for the family and getting really good at it like he does anything he hyper-focuses on. Patrick finally having a home with the two people he loves most and figuring out how to create some routine and stability for himself within that container.

The love in that home. Ugh. I think it’s possible! I think they can do it! It just takes work.

#challengers #a TRUE throuple #patrick zweig #tashi duncan #art donaldson #I need a fic that does THIS #Cause the fucking is the easy part #artrick #patrick x tashi #tashi x art #artashi #art x patrick x tashi #ot3 #if tashi and patrick could actually communicate #and if art and tashi figure out their shit furreal #musings

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puzzled-pegasus · 2 days

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Christina Posabule thoughts (tiny little female christ is eating my brain today/pos)

This is mostly me working out some parallels between her and Orel's families but there's some cute hcs for her and Orel in here too :3

Her mom Poppit is influential to her as a parallel to the way that Clay affects Orel. Poppit is selfish, drunk, bitter, and very two-faced parent just like Clay is, who just like him, confidently gives awful advice and takes advantage of Christina's trusting nature.

Art is less involved with Christina and loses interest in conversation with her as soon as anything remotely associated with femininity comes up and he's just like ew gross go talk to your mom. the most positive attention he gives her is about her appearance and how cute or pretty she looks. He likes to constantly condescendingly tell her that any given thing she's interested or asking advice about in the moment is for boys or "a little girl like you doesn't need to worry about that :)" and it drives Christina nuts so she goes and talks to her mom anyway

Similarly to Clay and Orel, Poppit decided to take Christina on a picnic in the woods and they get lost, and Christina gets permanently injured due to her mother's carelessness, though I haven't yet figured out how. (Man, I just realized that if that happened after the events of Nature and Orel found out, he would probably be out for Poppit's BLOOD on behalf of his puppy crush sweetheart)

Idk whose post I read but I'll add the credit in later, but I read earlier the idea that as a parallel to Orel's masochism episode Christina has an arc where she turns sadist and I thought that was fuckin hilarious so yeah I need that to be a thing. I wonder what would set that off though. Maybe instead of taking to heart the idea that suffering is good for her, she might be like "wait friends I don't want you to go to hell for being happy" and beats them up...or smth i dont know. And also as parallel to Orel's dreams of God in that episode she could be like. Beating the shiz out of Satan. Lol. anyway,

I have this feeling that she and Orel have like the sappiest pet names for each other but like you cant even be mad about it cause they're so sincere lol. like they meet up for a date and Orel's casually like "there's my bright little daisy" and Christina is like "oh hello my sweet pudding pie" and then they hold hands and walk to the park or whatever tf

This is a smaller hc but if you remember that moment before the Puppingtons found out the Posabules were Catholic when Clay noticed Orel making 😍 eyes at Christina and he asked Orel if he thinks she was cute,,, I think it would be nice if Poppit and Christina were doing the same thing at that moment like Poppit was like "oh he's a doll isn't he?" And Christina's like "yes, ma'am, and so polite too!" and Poppit says something cheeky about how Christina better not start bringing boys around Art because he'll shoot them or whatever (you know like how dads threaten their daughters' boyfriends for no reason because of weird possession issues) and then they giggle together

Since Orel's been shot Christina worries over him a lot and especially in the first few months of their relationship she kept asking him how much it hurt and and even into adulthood she checks with him every day to make sure he's not exerting himself too much

Christina had a cat briefly and her parents killed it because they thought it was bad luck or smth

instead of "meet me in my study" Poppit's the more involved parent when it comes to discipline so she's just like "go see your father" cus he's the one with the belt

#christina posabule #orel puppington #moral orel #moral orel fandom #poppit posabule #art posabule #clay puppington

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dailyrothko · 12 hours

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Thoughts on Barnett Newman? Since his "Stations of the Cross" series is right next to a room of Rothko paintings in the national gallery I was curious about what you think of him, personally I prefer Rothko's work but Stations of the Cross is nice imo :)

I do like the Stations of the Cross, and it's really nice the way the NGA has them all together much more effective as a group I think. They are my favorites of his paintings.

Newman was a writer and become a painter later than Rothko or Gottlieb or Still. I think there was tension about him as he was seen to be getting on the bandwagon. They say Gottlieb was enraged called him "Bullshit Barney" (i think that's right, something like that). But depending on who you ask, Rothko was less wound up about it, I think he didn't feel as threatened. However, Clement Greenberg, the most influential critic of the time, embraced Newman and didn't like Rothko. To me it's all politics but I think it may have hurt Rothko's feelings, he was sensitive.

Newman appealed to Rothko's intellectual side but they were very different. Newman affected a pose, wore a monocle, posed in a suit with a cigarette holder. Everyone seems to say he was a very smart person but some of his peers I think were less impressed with his actual painting. One annoyance was that he apparently changed the dates on some paintings to make it appear as if he had done them earlier than he had.

I hesitate to say anything is 100% true, I only know what I read.

Jack Tworkov said, "I think that Rothko's struggle was an intense one. And now that I know his work much better, his earlier work that I've seen a great deal more of, I can now see what he started from, what he worked through in order to get where he did. Whereas Newman began painting I think in 1947 with that stripe and that was it."

Without being even more digressive, I do think as a society we place too much emphasis on the single artist and whole genius idea. People are parts of groups and their groups are part of a society that has different functions depending on when they exist (Tworkov has good things to say about that). Ginsberg had the Beat poets, for instance, it's part of a bigger tapestry, if you will. I think Americans love this genius myth, (everyone is a goddamn genius, apparently)and that obsession fuels the art world too. There are plenty of painters who do great paintings as good as anyone, but if they are not anointed, they don't sell the same, so i think it invites the idea that one artist is the best and the others must be lesser. If you're an Orson Welles type, you are great but also great at fueling your myth to get work, other people just don't have it in them. Newman could play the whole game a lot better than Rothko.

For me, I do like his paintings and especially Stations of the Cross, but I would say I find his painting less deep than Rothko's. He kind of stuck to a simpler thing than some of the artists of the period. It's not about these personalities really, it's about the art. But I thought I would give some Rothko context to your question.

#mark rothko #markrothko #rothko #daily rothko #dailyrothko #abstract expressionism #modern art #questions #barnett newman

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that-sea-sponge · 2 days

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My 7 personal, non-negotiable, DC headcanons

I've got a few that I've noticed I incorporate into just about everything I've written, textually or not. Feel free to agree or disagree- these ideas live rent free in my head, they don't need to live in yours.

1a) Bruce Wayne has absolutely done a lot of designer drugs at parties. It's part of his 'identity' and he's never been as straight-edged about obeying the law as people might assume. His main job is hiding in shadows and beating people up, after all. He's responsible and gets driven home and doesn't patrol on nights when he's coked out.

1b) Dick and Jay have absolutely tried these same drugs at these same parties. Dick realized that he likes them too much and should stay away from them. Jay grew up with the consequences of addiction, so he chooses not to indulge. He may even threaten the party dealer if there are kids around.

1c) Jay gets shit for smoking, but it's Dick who'll steal the cigarette out of your mouth, take a few puffs, and hand it back.

2) On the Bruce subject, I always write him as watching people and talking to people via reflection - windows, computer monitors, etc. Haven't figured out why I like it so much or the true symbolism, but I almost always do it.

3) Barbara Gordon has freckles. Like, a lot of freckles. An obscene amount of freckles. Dick has counted just about every one of them and has favorite spots.

4) When Steph is 'home', she and Tim sleep together- Share a bed, zzzz sleep together. It's a comfort / human connection thing and Tim gets the best sleep of his life.

5a) Damian is a skilled artist, no doubt. Alfred is his favorite 'model'. There are sketch pads full of Alfred doing stuff around the house in a very dignified way and a few comic strips of Alfred the Avenger saving the world in a domino mask with a cat sidekick.

5b) Alfred absolutely has signed copies of some of the strips. He'll slip pamphlets to art colleges in Damian's laundry.

6) As far as Alfred is concerned, his favorite Robin has always been Jay and he's not particularly discreet about this. He adores all of the children, but Jay is his Robin because he's so much like Bruce at that age. Bruce's favorite Robin was Dick. Damian's favorite Robin is Tim. Jay's favorite Robin changes on the day and sometimes its even himself.

7) The 'real' ending for Bruce is the Batman Beyond timeline where he has literally alientated everyone who ever cared about him and he dies alone. He's a hero, but he's not a good person. He never learned how. Eventually, everyone comes to the realization that no one can save him from himself and his demons.

#incorrect dc comics #dc headcanon #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #stephanie brown #batfamily

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ramblingoak · 16 hours

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Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 11 - Gift Giving

Mountain x Rain

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mountain has a little farm and sells flowers at the local farmer's market. Rain meets him there while selling his art. ~

Warnings: fluff, sappiness, sfw, 800 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers)

“Are we there yet?”

“Not yet. Patience, duckweed.” Mountain laughed when Rain let out a little huff. He was in the passenger seat, pouting and blindfolded while Mountain took him to a surprise he had in store. “We’re almost there.”

“Why couldn’t you have given it to me at my place?”

“Because it’s at my place and,” He reached out and tapped the tip of Rain’s nose, jerking his hand away when the water ghoul tried to nip it. “You were coming over tonight anyway.”

Rain didn’t respond but Mountain could see a little pink staining his cheeks. The truth was Rain had been staying over practically every night and Mountain didn’t have a single problem with it. If he had his way, Rain would never leave the farmhouse. On the rare nights they weren’t together Mountain had trouble sleeping without Rain curled up against his side.

It was really too soon to even think about it but Mountain wanted Rain there permanently. He wanted to wake up to him every morning and have him in his arms every night. They just fit together and even in the moments where they’ve had disagreements they’ve been respectful. Everything about them worked and was perfect and Mountain had decided to take the first steps to get Rain to move in.

Which is where the gift came in.

When they got there Rain had impatiently jumped out of the truck, Mountain jogging over to his side to take his hands. There was some laughter as Mountain led him inside. Possibly a few times he purposefully knocked him into something just to mess with him. Thankfully at the point Rain’s nose was doing that adorable scrunched up thing it did when he was angry they finally got to their destination.

“Alright. You ready?” When Rain nodded he gently tugged the blindfold off and let Rain take it in. “Ta da!”

Rain was silent as he looked around the room, his room now if he wanted. The sunroom had always been the one room Mountain hadn’t done much with. It ended up being an extra greenhouse for him for the most part but after finishing the expansion on his actual greenhouse a month ago he had been able to clear things up. He had been debating on its uses when he had seen Rain putting his easel outside one morning.

“I don’t…” Rain took a few steps forward, his eyes first entranced by all the light coming in through the windows. He paused in front of the easel Mountain had made for him, complete with the fanciest chair he could find in Lucifer’s Hollow. “What’s happening?”

“Well, I was able to clear out the plants,” He gave Rain a sheepish smile when the ghoul looked at the handful of plants hanging from the ceiling and sitting in various corners. “Some of the plants. And I’ve noticed you’ve been painting outside a lot so I started thinking that a space with a lot of light would be perfect.”

“So, I’m supposed to paint in here?”

Mountain was starting to get a sinking feeling but he pressed on. Maybe Rain wasn’t on the same page as him but Mountain wasn’t going to shy away from how he was feeling.

“Yes. If you want to.” He walked up to Rain, relieved when the water ghoul didn’t move. “I made you the easel and Aurora helped me pick out some other supplies for you.”

“You made this?” Rain’s eyes widened when Mountain nodded and he pulled away to run his fingers across the smooth wood. “You made this for me?”

“It’s all for you, duckweed.” Fuck it, he was gonna lay everything out right now. “The room. The farmhouse. Me.”

“Mountain…”

“I love you and I want you here all the time. I want to deal with you being crabby as hell before you get coffee.” He ignored Rain’s indignant ‘hey!’ and continued, “I want to find drops of paint everywhere. I want to see you chasing the goats around when they get out. But most of all Rain, I want you here. With me.”

“I have never been crabby a day in my life.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“Mountain, this is just,” When Rain turned away a cold feeling started to creep through his chest. It was too soon, he was going to scare Rain off. He was going to scare away the greatest thing that had ever hap– “Okay.”

“What?”

“I said…okay. As in, yes I’ll accept your easel and your sunroom.” Rain walked up to Mountain and wrapped his arms around the earth ghoul’s waist. “I’ll also take everything else.”

“Even me?”

Rain smiled, rising up on his toes to give Mountain a soft kiss. One that was full of so much promise and love that Mountain wanted to say a thousand prayers to the Olde One in thanks.

“Especially you.”

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More snippets from this verse are on my masterlist under "Ongoing Series"!

Other Mushy May days: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

#mountain x rain #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #nameless ghouls #mushy may 2024 #tales from lucifer's hollow #oakie's writing

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genericpuff · 1 day

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Will you be doing art tutorials? Mostly how you color with the brush sets. I try to draw how you do it in Lore Rekindled, but it never come out right and I wonder what brushes you use to make it look pretty😭

I would love to put together some actual art tutorials! Especially ones that run through the actual process of making webtoons / vertical comics / page comics / etc. because I feel like I have a lot of tricks and tips and resources to offer people to help save them the hours I had to spend learning that shit LOL

In the meantime, until I can put some of those together, I post time lapse videos of our process making the pages (including what Banshriek does!) on Patreon for $7 backers, and you can usually catch me streaming Rekindled work on Twitch once a week if you wanna just watch a page be made (and that's free to watch), I inevitably wind up talking about the process during those streams a lot because I just really enjoy talking about it :>

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore rekindled ama

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bagelb0nes · 10 hours

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more creechur farmer???? (it doesn’t have to be a drawing, just lore or anything like that works, i absolutely love the idea and art!!!!)

Omg hahaha i didn't expect this many people to like my lame ass farmer (i love my child 🫶). Tbh i haven’t pieced out everything about em myself and i'm just making doodles/illustrations of em and putting them together, especially in the cryptid department. But i can tell you some of the more basic stuff and maybe some of the cryptid things that I think are not gonna change…?

Anyways here are some of the writting stuff:

TRAITS:

The farmer can speak but just doesn't cause it, well they don't want to. They do occasionally when they feel like it or when it's necessary. Otherwise they just use a notepad or sign language.

Tends to be quite curious, like borderline dumb curious. Went inside a water cave once because they thought there might be treasures inside of it. Got dragged out by their older cousin.

Silent fuckier, doesn't make any sound usually when walking to places unless they are carrying something heavy.

Got quite strong after moving to the farm, the farmwork and construction helped them build more strength.

Falls asleep easily in uncomfortable places. Isk why the guy is just weird.

FAMILY:

The farmer has a family back in Zuzu city and some relatives near the valley, like a couple towns away( more lore I guess? There is so much haha). I have actually made a family tree for em but it's mostly sketching and the portraits are quite old so I will need to update it at some point.

The farmer's family consists of one sister and two moms. The farmer and the sister are not adopted.

Baby farmers' first words were bark.

They are only close to one of their mom’s, their sister keeps them at arm's length (no idea why) and their mother is quite strict.

POST-FARM:

The farmer is in their mid 20’s and did not go to university, the guy took one lecture and dropped out. Instead they took some courses and job hopped until they landed in Joja. They worked there for only 3 years.

Used to volunteer in the animal shelter, quite fond of animals. Sometimes they thought they could understand them.

Very minimalist when it comes to stuff like clothes, food and activity. They keep a certain amount of clothes since they don't find it necessary to have more than what they can use. If they do get new clothes it is usually because the old ones are destroyed.

Used to live in a tiny apartment (I mean TINY, I will make a sketch of the old apartment if i remember.) somewhat resembled a studio apartment but less picturesque. But they liked it, felt cosy to them.

Has actually quite a lot of friends even though they never tried to socialise, the guy is often described as “magnetic”. They do have a couple close friends and usually talk to them in their free time.

Likes pickles as a snack and collects bear related stuff. On their weekends they would go to the animal sanctuary to look at bears and eat cucumbers.

RELATIONSHIPS:

HA, this bitch cant pull. They do attract but they can't pull, horrible at socialising, just awful.

As said before even though they absolutely suck ASS at socialising something about them is magnetic to people. But those people are usually kept at an arm 's distance, since the farmer knows that they don't seem to really have an interest in them.

Has had a couple relationships before, mostly stiff and boring ones since they never desired anyone to THAT extent. But if they do fall they fall hard.

Their closest relationship right now in the valley is Linus, The wizard and Evelyn. They are trying really hard to befriend others but don't know how to properly approach it besides just giving them gifts and doing tasks for them.

Does in fact have a thing for Shane. Poor guy is going through it.

CRYPTID RELATED:

The farmer does have avian genes from the non grandpa side of the family.

The grandpa had “relations” with a forest guardian. By relations i mean that Gramps and the forest guardian become friends after Gramps comes across the secret woods and FG was like “hey i think you are cool and a good candidate as a future holder of the valley” and gramps was like “nice” and then he gave them some hair, skin and sweat. FG mixes it and after a year the farmer's mom and other siblings are born.

They are kind of a “fae” I guess but i don't know if they qualify as they do have some of the traits.

When the green rain happens it causes them to forcefully transmute into their more avian form. They have no control over it, since it's a new thing to them, their wings are usually as big if not bigger than them and they get a tail. The change is mostly painless as for the most part its natural materials around them that helps them shape it. Besides the fur and feathers that shit is coming out of them.

The aftermath of the transmutation it's usually a lot of shedding and getting their instincts in check since when it happens their senses get heightened.

Shane has seen them in the midst of a tranz when walking back from the mines, it was one of the first times the farmer started noticing the weird stuff going on with them.

Oh yeah, they do have fangs or something similar to it, they occasionally puncture their tongue so they are unable to speak for a certain amount of time.

That's all i have so far X0

#stardew valley #sdv farmer #farmer lore #bones talks #i hope this isnt too much #enjoy i guess <:]

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thefudge · 1 day

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challengers thoughts, fresh out of the cinema:

so this was a very understated experience. i mean it was so mild??? good mild, even great mild, but still quite mild. the way the film was marketed and the buzz around it, i was expecting smth way more risque and ballsy about the triangle/threesome, but it was all very low-key and elegant and maybe ultimately a little thin, but still worth seeing

i really liked the almost-bursting eroticism of every scene, the way each frame, especially on the tennis court, was so raw and intimate. i do think the eroticism was more enhanced when it came to the men and their half-repressed desires for each other, but i hunger for films that embrace eroticism as visual and tactile language

that being said, i do think this movie held back a lot. i loved the sensual style, mixed in with the sort of aggressive punchiness and frustration of three people who can't bear to be with or without each other, but i don't think this triangle ultimately works because the desires are unequal and the dynamics are not equally compelling

tashi/art needed to have more spark, imo; for the triangle to work all sides need to be interesting. even if the passion has sort of fizzled between art and tashi, their dynamic should've still conveyed some kind of compulsive need. it's not enough for art to be 'pathetically' submissive to her, we need to see why tashi likes that submission, why art can still get under her skin. and i don't think they delivered on that

yes, patrick is the agent provocateur, he's the one who rattles art and tashi, but art has to rattle tashi and patrick back, and while there is a sort of attempt to do that, it doesn't quite land for me.

that's why tashi feels left out of the movie, at times, because when the boys are left to their own devices their chemistry is more interesting than tashi's chemistry with art (and even her chemistry with patrick)

yeah, tashi/patrick was hot and well done and i obviously fuck with them and will be writing smth about them for sure, and that scene where patrick grabs her face in the car and they're basically going at each other, having a mini tennis match and they're not even fucking yet? cinema 10/10. ditto the scene where tashi basically tells him he'd be better off with a gun in his mouth. that's romance babey. but even so! i still think they needed a little smth extra, a little oomph, if you will. we needed to spend more time on the toxicity, on why this pairing didn't work when they were young. i really liked that one fight they showed us back in college (can u tell i liked all their scenes) where they get into the nitty gritty of winning and patrick lets her know he's her peer, not her fanboy, and i wanted more of that!!! more heated discussions about who's in charge, more back and forths about their ambitions and obsessive tendencies, more twisted moments of tashi trying to get in his head by using art and patrick doing the same to her. where's the toxicity!!!! where's the metaphorical tennis!!!

(incidentally, you can see that tashi/patrick and art/patrick scenes play out like riveting and sometimes literal tennis matches, but art/tashi....doesn't. that's why i'm saying this triangle didn't work)

anyway, even with all that, i appreciate the fact that this movie exists and i love that zendaya as tashi was allowed to be really messy and vulnerable but also in charge of her own mistakes. i do agree with folks who say that she was a little sidelined, but i love that she was just as morally devious and hungry as patrick, for instance.

big pluses for the soundtrack, the sound editing and directing. the way luca guadagnino had those boys moan every time they hit the ball lol sir, i see you. i also like that the final act was basically a long, sublimated threesome and the climax was the coming together of all three parts, and the winner didn't matter anymore, because it was always about these three finding a balance, finally tennis became a relationship, like tashi said in the beginning (i just wish the movie had dwelled on this more in order to earn this final scene)

but shooting a tennis match from the POV of the ball??? yesss, this is what i go to the movies for. give me more creative batshit camerawork like that

loved the little things that were communicated entirely without dialogue, things that were planted early on and brought back visually, just the sensual language of cinemaaaaa

so to conclude, i did want more from this experience but i'm glad ppl are still making psyschosexual dramas of this caliber. we desperately need more interesting and three-dimensional media that tackles the intricacies of desire. and we need more crazy camerawork set to trent reznor and atticus ross!

#challengers 2024 #challengers #my thoughts

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byanyan · 8 months

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@chronal-anomaly sent:ㅤ"Like this," Lena murmured, gripping one of the spray cans in her left hand. The shaker ball in it rattled as she shook it, twisting her wrist in the process, so the paint would be sufficiently mixed. Once done, the can was deposited casually into the handmade leather toolbelt slung around her waist. Years of use has left the leather supple and soft, and stained with the mark of faded paint from less-than-legal adventures. A large metal ring sat at the pelvis, designed to be hooked into a safety rope. "Best to leave your right hand open so you can 'old onto your piece. Whatever that might be." The cans around her belt clinked together as she shifted to examine the spray art they're working on. Of course, her tips are only for legal projects. At her feet is a weathered duffle back, stained withs similar paint marks. In it is dozens of spray cans, stencils labelled with curse words, and climbing equipment. It's all well loved and well maintained. "Get a more even spray that way. And you can lay down a white backdrop for better lines and to make it harder to cover up. There are no mistakes here, after all."

ㅤfinger lifting off the nozzle of the paint can at lena's words, pausing their work, head turns in her direction to watch her demonstration. huh. here they'd thought there was no correct way to shake a spray can, that you just... shook it. gaze drifting to the paint in their hand, they follow lena's lead, mimicking her motions right down to the twist of her wrist. the sound is certainly more satisfying, definitely gives the impression of a better mix of the paint.

attention shifting, eyeing the unique belt lena's slipped her cans of paint into, byan can't help but wonder how old it is. it's clearly as well used as all the other supplies laying on the ground between them, but it's a bit surprising that she's held onto it all. she was something of a troublemaker when she was their age, that much they know, but the real extent of it remains something of a mystery. every now and then they'll get a taste from one of her stories, but her dragging out all her old street art equipment and joining them while they play around on a new piece is a step further than they ever expected her to go.

but they'll be damned if it's not interesting to have her out here with them. already, she's given them some good advice — another unexpected development, even if she expects them to only be used for legal projects (which they won't be).

ㅤㅤ" how 'bout i keep my left hand open? 'm better with my right. "ㅤbrandishing the spray paint held in their right hand, they once more push their sleeve back with the left and step closer to the wall. while not incapable of using their left hand for artistic purposes, to which the numerous stick and poke tattoos marking their right hand can attest, it takes a lot less time and effort to use their dominant side.

with a thoughtful hum, the teen depresses the nozzle again, resuming their work with quick, confident streaks of colour. —more consistent colour, they note, thanks to lena's mixing tip.

ㅤㅤ" a white backdrop'd make the colours more vibrant too, wouldn't it? "ㅤthe question comes without a glance away from their work in progress, but a genuine curiosity marks both their tone and expression.ㅤ" always thought about it, but it's never seemed worth all that extra time 'n work. "ㅤthen again, they're used to working on limited time with a risk of being caught at any moment. shaking the hair out of their eyes as they tip their head back, spraying paint in an arc up above, a grin tugs at their lips.

ㅤㅤ" but if it makes it harder t' cover up and makes the colours 'n lines really pop... it might actually be worth it. "ㅤarm lowering, byan takes a step back to take in the piece so far, shaking the can in their hand idly. seemingly content with where things are at the moment, they make for the duffle bag full of equipment and, setting the colour in hand off to the side in case it's needed again later, they begin digging around in search of the next shade they need.

ㅤㅤ" gotta say, never thought it'd be you teachin' me how to graffiti better. —sorry, do street art better. "ㅤflashing a cheeky look up at lena through all the clinking and clanking of disturbed spray cans, they stick out their tongue playfully.ㅤ" 'cause you've never broke a law in your life, right? never did anythin' that one could label as vandalism with any'a this stuff. right, miss good influence and perfect law abiding citizen? "

#chronal anomaly #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ answered: ic ⋮ i am a vulture that feeds on pain.#lena: promise me u'll only use these tips for projects that are legal #byan already in the middle of tagging a police car: lmao #this got long and idek how #i just have a lot of feelings about them doing art together

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moeblob · 10 days

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thinking about their civilian clothes.... and also thinking about how in the vanguard armor his chest looks much larger (valid, it's armor) and I think he deserves to keep that chest.

#bravely default 2 #dag rampage #selene noetic #im in chapter 4 now and im just.... having a lotta thoughts...... about these two and about the savalon experience #im suffering emotionally #i have entered ch4 but i havent accomplished anything yet bc im doing side quests as one does #dag your hair how do i draw it will i ever learn #also dang guys amazing how much shading can add to my art lmao #i hate coloring a lot so i tend to just do flats and call it quits bc ugh #but i feel the energy for effort with bd2 which is wild and im gonna take advantage of that #thinking a lot about these two and how they show up in the side quest after you clear savalon #thinking A LOT about these two still traveling together... a lot.....#im rooting for them..... i hope i see them again...... dont tell me if i do or dont please i wanna be surprised

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derpinette · 3 months

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girls being nice to me gets me higher than ecstasy ever could