the terror (2018) requires a rewatch not only bc it is so good it will settle in the core of your brain and grow and spread there like a fungus until you die but also bc it is a show about a hundred something bearded victorian white men on a ship in the same clothes and by the time you start figuring out what name is attached to which guy half of them are already dead
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I had to give him these bad boys lmAO
Based off the brain blast this post gave me
Hi @naffeclipse I present thee ye boy and also @just-a-drawing-bean a late birthday gift :)c Detective AU by Sunnys-aesthetic ! (Image ID and Version without glasses below the cut :D)
[ ID: A bust shot of Sleuth Jesters Eclipse coming in from the right at a slight angle. He’s staring at the viewer, eyes half lidded with a giant smirk on his face that shows off all his teeth. The hand on the left holds a cigar between the index finger while the one on the right is pinching round gold rimmed glasses with red lenses. He holds them so they are just hovering below his eyes. /END ID]
oh yeah I can just edit extra stuff under the cut and yall will still see it from reblogged posts LETS GOOOO-
‘I’m a wanted man’ by Royal Deluxe is the song that was mostly on repeat as I was drawing this dude I wish I recorded my progress while I made this so I could do a video w/ the song in the bg. Sobs sobbing on the ground.
Also here’s this creature
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something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line
“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”
“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"
but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.
he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.
his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.
ghost doesn't let him.
"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."
soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.
he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."
the ice in soap's eyes fractures.
ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.
“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”
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we make a lotta jokes abt laois being monsterfucker-coded but like yea really truly is there any experience more relatable to the autistic monster enthusiast than being raised on stories about monsters menacing humankind and being driven out and feeling an immediate pang of longing knowing deep in your gut even as a child that you have more in common with the monsters than the humans
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I don't even have words right now. What are words to convey all the emotions running through me currently?
All I wanted was to see Lucifer and Charlie both change their forms, and THEY. DELIVERED. MY GOD.
JUST LOOK AT THEM. THEY LOOK FUCKING FABULOUS. BOTH MY CINNAMON ROLLS SHOWED THEIR CLAWS AND I'M HERE FOR IT.
But Alastor, sweetie. Can I give you a hug?
I want to help my baby boy. My heart broke for him and he deserves the world, plain and simple.
AND VAGGIE AND CHARLIE SUNG MORE THAN ANYTHING TOGETHER AND SAID I LOVE YOU AND IT MADE MY HEART BURST.
THAT IS ALL. THAT WAS DELIGHTFUL
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