#( wednesday musings. )

[doctorsiren]

Day 25 of Sirentober / Doctober

Muse / Oracle

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters

Available as a print on my Etsy Shop

[tiarpopdind]

I've recently realized that I truly do not care if Tris looks a little too masculine or a little too feminine (nvm the fact that my art style makes her seem a lot more fem-leaning, the intention is there...) she's still the same to me regardless of the gender :'D

I guess what I want to say is that maybe...... I've come to terms with her being genderfluid/nonbinary??

It's a bit silly LOL I am still learning a lot about gender identity and all it took was a character I (half)made that was androgynous enough to make me see things I didn't understand (does that make sense??)

[dadkisses]

Dean would never let anyone know his favorite porn blog right now belongs to this pre-e trans woman. She's skinny and lanky and probably in college judging by the room set up. And all she posts is incest kink fantasies and the occasional thigh/dick pick. Writing poetry about a hypothetical big brother. She reminds him of Sam.

Sam's blog is very personal to her. The only space where she can be herself. It started off normally. Just really normal pretty pictures. It wasn't till she took a psychology class and realized that she was raised wrong... Moreso than she thought. Her and Dean were too close and too touchy and Dean and Dad should NOT have acted like that. Apparently porn is a good way to work through that... Not really but she finds it therapeutic. She keeps her girl clothes hidden and stashed away with the same shame as her identity. They only come out when her roommate is gone and she wants to take IRL pics.

[why-i-love-comics]

Eddie Brock: Carnage #5 (2025)

written by Charles Soule art by Juanan Ramirez & Matt Hollingsworth

[kaitlinamberxo]

“Don't torture yourself, Gomez. That's my job.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 74/100: Morticia Addams

[buckleysloaf]

Just imagining Buck wearing a child’s backpack, a pink glittery dot on his broad back. He’s walking with Jee-Yun holding hands, and Jee-Yun is galloping, almost running, while Buck is acting like he is trying but failing to keep up with her, which makes Jee-Yun laugh happily.

And Tommy is walking behind them, completely forgotten, looking at Buck and smiling softly and thinking: “I’ve got to make this man a dad asap.”

[claimedcrossbows]

Hunter Doohan is Definitely Muse

New picture of Muse from Daredevil....

Yup that's 100% Hunter Doohan. I recognize those sad eyes anywhere.

🥺 Poor Thing.

[kinardsevan]

wip wednesday

currently working on a fic for @may-i-have-loops's birthday, and I've dropped a few teasers for some peeps in that crew (here's lookin at you, @rdng1230). that all said, we're 10k in and still not finished, but I liked this and wanted to share it with you (loosely titled I Will (When You Do)):

“I’ve never been the one people stay for,” Tommy whispers, still not meeting Evan’s gaze. Evan lets go of his wrist and grasps his chin, turning Tommy to look at him again with those tear-filled eyes. “I’m the trial run, Evan. The person people love right up until they don’t, or until they get tired, and I’m just on the sidelines being a footnote in another story I tried to be the ending of.” 

Evan finally leans his head up off the pillow, and Tommy is quick to slide his hand beneath it, cradling his skull gently. 

“You’re not my sidelines,” he counters with intention. “You’re the god-damn fifty yard line, and the end zone, and the post-game celebration. You’re all of it. And if you’d let me, I’d have you as all mine.” 

(please ignore my need to shove football references into EVERYTHING)

[aparticularbandit]

@wizisbored - your witch hood words from, like, nearly a month ago!

“Nettle!  Nettle!”

You wake up to your baby sister calling out your name.  It’s early in the morning – too early, in your estimation, because as you roll over in your bed and peer out the window, you can see the sky only just starting to lighten.  It isn’t even blue yet, hasn’t even started to paint itself those roses and lavenders; it’s that eerie grey lukewarm sort of color that looks like all of those tunics and hoods that people in the village have been wearing for so many years that the real color has been sucked out of them and left with this grey.

Not even the good kind of grey either.

[kantimplora]

Wednesday-

Marvel- oh hell yeah

[unironicallytes]

You're Telling Me A Work In-Progressed This Wednesday??

Tagged by: The Night Mother, Praise Be

No-Pressure Tagging: @miliabyntite @moriche @dirty-bosmer @unrepentant-heliocentrism @pyre-of-pages @yansurnummu @areggo @orfeoarte @thegrunkiest @ulanxxxs @thana-topsy anyone else who would like to join!

I haven't had anything to share for the past few Wednesdays, but now I'm back on my bullshit!

Been working on a lore image of the Night Mother that would be an in-universe depiction within Familial Padomaist scripture, similar in style to Saint Ortus and Domitius' Vow. I won't get too into it just yet, but this image is to explain two weekly holidays to Dark Brotherhood members. Iteris and Inanis are back-to-back: the former day is when Mother comes from the Void to share Sacraments with the Listener through her corpse on Nirn; the latter day is when she returns to the Void and ferries the souls of dead Brotherhood Siblings back with her. So, this image is representative of her during those journeys, a la Charon on the River Styx. One of her back arms is Iteris and the other is Inanis (aaand they're based off of in-game depictions of Sithis and the Claw Seer in ESO ;3)

Inanis is a memorial for Brotherhood members who have passed. Although they believe that all the people they kill are sent to the Void, they also believe that when they themselves die, Mother comes to collect and deliver them personally. This is because spiritually-speaking, they're Mother's children and she would embrace them as lovingly as she did with Five. It's a whole thing. Okay that's enough yappin for now.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

vampdrew i chant with glee

WIP Wednesday (6/18) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 268)

KEVIN

When his name falls out of Andrew's mouth, Kevin lets his other leg slide down to join the first and braces himself for another scolding. Another warning. Another rejection. But the vampire says nothing else and Kevin's name hangs between them while Andrew stares into his eyes, head cocked to one side and ears twitching just so. Kevin stares back at him and wonders whether Andrew's listening in on an argument downstairs or if he hears a mouse in a Dumpster across the street.

"Neither. I wath—" Andrew cuts himself off with a grimace, his fangs flashing in the light from the tall lamps in the parking lot. Kevin's eyes drop to them and his own mouth falls open. 

Teeth shouldn't be pretty. They're teeth. Sharpened bone made for rending flesh, for feeding, for killing. Kevin thinks they're pretty anyway. That they're in Andrew's mouth likely has a lot to do with it. Kevin rather likes Andrew's mouth. His lips are on the thin side, the bottom one just slighter bigger. If memory serves they fit nicely against Kevin's, the one and only time they kissed. Andrew's nostrils flare at the thought but Kevin can't find him in it to care much. If he's getting grounded either way, he might as well think all he wants.

"What are you listening for?" Kevin finally asks. The vampire takes a deep breath, then another, until his fangs disappear. With one final, shaky breath he runs his tongue over his teeth. 

[kaitlinamberxo]

“I know I’m stubborn, single-minded, and obsessive. But those are all traits of great writers. Yes, and serial killers — what’s your point?”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 32/100: Wednesday Addams

[claimedcrossbows]

Absolutely No One:

Hunter Doohan when he sees a villain role available: 🏃‍♂️💨

[josephinekhawaja]

Tyler Galpin really been crashing out since breaking up with his girlfriend Wednesday. I cannot wait though❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥.

[achromatophoric]

Wednesday’s First Lesson

A treatise on cruelty written with bicycle wheels dipped in fresh hemolymph. Tire track calligraphy signed by grubby adolescent hands. A heart ripped away and smeared across two meters of searing asphalt.

It was hot that day, but Wednesday recalls most the wet. That chill wet of ice cream melt upon fingers. Wet tears in blood-warm rivulets down pallid cheeks. The wet gleam of a best friend, splattered and baking beneath summer sun.

A moment measured in minutes. Boy laughter marking each woeful interval. Helpless cries in rhythm to the tempo of a child’s struggles.

The mark Nero left upon the street was ephemeral. His scant remains were buried that night and the evidence soon scrubbed to nothing by rain and rubber. A graphite existence erased.

The mark left upon Wednesday was far less delible. It would guide her and sharpen her blades. She would be cold. Implacable. An existence defined by one costly conclusion: To love is to invite pain and loss, for love is a weakness awaiting exploitation.

That was her immutable truth for the next nine years, until her second lesson. At a school she had intended only to escape, she met her antithesis in Enid Sinclair. As the first lesson defined Wednesday, this one—this girl—would refine her.

So was the old mark worn down, chip by traumatic chip. Eroded not by time, but through friendship and shared adversity. And once its edges were dulled and its face faded, a new mark, this one truly indelible, snuck in and stole its place.