#late night thoughts at it again

[druid-for-hire]

[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

[insanechayne]

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[kor0kke]

Hope. 🤍

[hazieash]

It’s a Ratatouille situation

[flamingpudding]

I am keeping him B

A/N: Stress late night writing, while I am supposed to sleep cause I still got work tomorrow but screw my life...

It all started with the disappearance of Box Ghost, followed by Spectra. Back then, Danny didn't realize what was happening, and he still blamed himself for that. What a fine bridge of balance he was....

The next to disappear had been Elli and Danny had mobilize whatever he could to organize a search party when he lost contact. After Elli, Ember was next. Maybe by then Danny should be realized.

Dan was the next in line of disappearances. Vlad was the one making Danny aware of it. Everything Danny had mobilized in his search for Elli was extended to find Dan now, too.

Shortly after Dan, Vlad also disappeared from the face of earth. If he hadn't already be worried Danny would have been now. His events tripled, sleepless nights followed, days in which Jazz practically had to force him to sleep.

One by one all the Ghosts Danny knew disappeared. Maybe he would have realized it sooner if he had paid more attention to certain things, to the news to politics, to anything really. Maybe then Danny would be noticed the appearance of Dalv.Co and his parents invention on the black market. The sudden spike in Meta traficing following or the sudden interest in Ecto-entities.

But he hadn't...

...and that probably what was what costed him too.

Because, one day, he woke up in a dark cell, still in his Phantom transformation but with a collar around his neck. It zapped him any time he touched it or tried to let go of his ghost form. It was like a reverse of the stupid taser Vlad had. There were no mirrors or anything he could use to see himself with, but he had a feeling that collar used Fenton tech. He also realized that he was in a more eldrich kind of transformation. His hands that usually were in white gloves when in phantom form were clawed and inky black with sparks that reminded Danny of the night sky's above Amity Park. He couldn't tell if he looked anything like himself or not, but judging by his hands, probably not.

That day, when Danny woke up in that cell, he realized the reason behind the disappearances of his family and ghost rogues. Just like there was a spike in Meta trafficking, the growing interest had also developed into Ecto-Entity trafficking and worse was, they weren't even protected by law. The Anti-Ecto Acts are making it not even a real or all too big of a crime.

Months passed, and Danny learned to shut his mouth and emotions out. He thought he was even in a state disassociation, Jazz would have been proud of him for his self diagnosis, maybe. With the passing days, Danny stopped remembering who owned him and who he was forced to fight. Sometimes, his eyes came to live when he met one of his old friends in the battle rings. Tho their fights were no longer a form or bonding, it still felt nice to sometimes feel the heat of Ember's flames, the sting of Skulkers blasters or even see a box get thrown at him.

Of course, he had tried to escape or save at least one of the others before, but whoever modified his parents' inventions knew what they were doing. All his attempts were met with failure.

But then the day everything changed came. Danny didn't know how long it had been, all he knew was that a stupid clown was his current holder. The guy spouted some nonsense or wanting to see how a bat, of all animals held himself against one of the strongest ecto-entiies. Danny really wanted to refuse, yell at that fruitloop of a clown and be done with the World.

But what he didn't expect to happen that day was the shock of electricity, the ricochet of a bullet, the crack of metal... and the collar falling of his neck.

Suddenly, Danny no longer felt like he was trapped in his own body, like he was just an onlooker, but at the same time, he had never felt this tired before. He stumbled forward his body losing whatever momentum he had before. It was a single arm that saved him from faceplanting.

"Fuck! That thing was actually a kid!"

"What?!"

"I am going to fucking murder the clown."

Danny blinked slowly as he felt his awareness sliding from him, yet he still couldn't help muttering at least something before the world would go dark. "Get in line, I really hate clowns, and he is the nightmare realm fodder."

Danny felt the arm holding him shaking, and he really wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but right before he did, in fact, black out from pure exhaustion, he heard one last thing. "I don't give a fuck, B. I like this kid so I am keeping him."

[azen13]

Just read the Sunday short from the pawnshop and it was indeed everything I had hoped for!! 12/10, very tasty, would absolutely consume again. Stellaron Hunter Sunday is such a power trip. I hope darling has a good time ♡ I can't help but feel that while Sunday would let darling play video games with Silver Wolf and interact with Firefly, he would be wary about letting darling interact with Kafka or Blade...

CW: Yandere Themes, Spoilers for Penacony's Story Quest

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Oh, absolutely. Best believe that in the first few weeks after reuniting with you, Sunday barely lets you out of his grasp. He'll run his hands through your hair and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his wings puffing up whenever one of the other Stellaron Hunters so much as comes near you.

I definitely agree that out of all of them, Blade is the one he tries to keep you away from the most. Ominous aura, brooding personality, mysterious past? Someone so gentle and pure as you cannot be around someone so unstable and amoral.

Kafka is 50/50. As long as she keeps her teasing and slyness at hand, Sunday is alright with you having some interactions with her. But the moment she starts flustering you and asking too many questions, Sunday is quick to pull you back in his arms, making some quick excuse as to why the two of you must leave.

Firefly I'm conflicted about. From what we saw in the story question (to the best of my knowledge at least), her views directly oppose Sunday's. Because of this, I want to believe that Sunday would actually try to keep you away from Firefly at all costs because of what she might inspire you to do. One spark can start a blaze, after all.

And then there's Silver Wolf. I think after a while, Sunday would likely be alright with you interacting with her. When he watches you playing video games, he'll try to understand what the two of you are playing, though his comprehension varies. Fighter games? When Silver Wolf hands him a controller, his character just flails around for a bit, before either you or Silver Wolf KO him. But give him a sandbox game, and he'll be making palaces and paradises just for you. The affection he shows as you all play is so glaringly obvious that eventually, Silver Wolf leaves.

[spideyhexx]

12 am thoughts with kit;

in vain with this. cw; stepcest

Coryo needs to burn his entire brain at this point because it is practically a death sentence living with you.

It's not either of your faults you hooked up over a year ago, right? It's not either of your faults your parents met. You both told each other it would be easy. Too much time passed. The physical attraction was gone, blah blah blah.

Yet he's still here, night after night, in his shower before bed, fisting his cock at the thought of you and only you.

He tried so hard. Coriolanus attempted thinking of someone else. Of seeking out a one night stand to make him move on but he couldn't even commit to going home with someone without being reminded that's what he did with you.

So soon enough, he says fuck it to the debauchery and freely thinks of you. There's no harm in a fantasy. And he has tons with you, naturally. It's not his fault you give him so much material, he has to rub one out.

He feels truly fucked over when he sees you outside in the backyard, swimming in your cute swimsuit, and he has to go lock himself up in his bedroom.

He barely makes it to his bed, pulling his dick out and rubbing himself to get harder faster. The more he prolongs it, the more he doubts himself, so Coriolanus always tries to make it quick. He starts thinking about being in that pool with you, unable to hide his hard on. He's convinced if you saw it, you would reflect the desire in his eyes.

He spits into his hands then spreads the saliva on his cock, sitting on the edge of his bed, pushing at his slacks more. His thumb rubs over the tip and his eyes flutter. With his head tilted down, he spits on himself against, wanting it to feel as messy as possible.

Maybe you'd corner him against the edge of the pool, rub your hands on his chest. Press your hand to his crotch and squeeze.

He remembers how much you teased him even in one small night together. So he imagines you'd simply lift yourself out of the pool, giving him the best view of your ass before walking away, a knowing smirk on your face because of course he was gonna follow you.

Coriolanus leans his back to his bed, fisting himself, his other hand tangling in his hair to pull. He knows you'd pull harder. His mind jumps to running out of the pool, crowding you in against the outside bar, tugging your bottoms to the slide and sliding right into you because of course you're wet for him.

His hand pauses on his cock as he wonders if you think about him like this.

Fuck it.

He tugs his pants back up, adjusting himself the best he can. Coriolanus assesses his appearance in his mirror and deems it enough discretion before he opens his door.

He turns the hall corner and collides right with you. "You never watch where you're going," you mumble at him, fixing the towel over your body.

Coriolanus bites back his usual snark once he sees your gaze drop to his bulge, then back to his eyes.

There's a small moment of silence before you move forward to continue to your room, shoulder checking in the process. He couldn't say anything.

Coriolanus curses to himself then retreats to his bedroom to finish what he was doing. At least he tried. Did he try?

Your heart is beating so fast as you get to your room, the memory of him pounding you into your mattress has definitely not left your mind. You've both been so good. So good at avoiding any sexual situations. But he was hard. He may have tried to hide it but he was. You're sure he meant for you to see it, but maybe he didn't. Either way, you wish you were on top of him, grinding your bare cunt to the fabric of his stupidly soft slacks that make the outline of his dick perfect.

It's completely his fault that you get in bed, half wet from the pool and your towel beneath you, hand pushed into your bottoms to tease your fingers at your hole. They're not enough. But you can't knock on his door. You wish you dropped to your knees for him right there No, you wish you pushed him to the wall and kissed his stupid face. Or pulled on his hand to bring him to your room. He would've followed like a puppy.

Is he jerking off right now? Was he jerking off? What got him hard? Another girl? Porn? You? It's hard to push away any thoughts of him, but you will yourself to calm down, turning onto your stomach and rubbing your clit instead of using your fingers. Again, not enough.

You grind onto your hand, pushing your face into the pillow, imagining Coryo knelt behind you, his tongue lapping into you because he's big and "needs to prepare you." You remember his cocky words all too well but he was right.

You're so washed away in the fantasy, the knock at your door doesn't stop you from rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles. "What?" You yell out, hoping you don't sound shaky.

"Dinner will be ready in ten," Coryo's voice booms from the other side of the door. The slight uninterested tone and and voice you missed hearing right at your ear sets you off, your orgasm washing over you. You push your face into your pillow to hide any quiet moans you couldn't keep in, rubbing yourself until the feeling has passed completely, and you calm. Settle yourself to the bed.

It's fine. Right?

[rockwgooglyeyes]

the juxtaposition of the main two couples is so interesting to me because of the god/believer parallels, amongst others, but that none of these parallels are obvious from the outside.

if you looked at ivan/till, you would probably think that ivan is the god out of the two of them and I think that the fact he isn't is a purposeful subversion by the writers. Ivan being the moon to Till's sun adds so much to their characters, the self-destructive solar flares (erratic but no less passionate for it, bright and well known yet people know little of substance) and the quiet but impactful wash of the tides (steady, persistent and powerful for it, difficult to change or sway), it feeds into the personalities they have beneath the personas that have been built around them and that's so important to me. but additionally, there are the parallels between Till's "suffering is art" and Ivan's "art is suffering" which makes them so much more compelling to me. Ivan doesn't seem to enjoy being part of the public eye, it's a chore, it's work, that's the painful part for him, not the work itself whereas with Till, the work is the pain because of the way that his owner has made him "suffer for his art." Both ways of doing things rob the person involved of their agency, Till may enjoy art but he is forced to suffer for it, and Ivan is ambivalent to it but is forced to do it anyways. There's also the "admires hope" and "admires the fight" in ivan/till that makes me a little crazy because they both admire the person they love for something that they do not have themself. Ivan has no real will to fight against the system, seems resigned to apathy of some kind, and Till doesn't seem to have any real hope of change despite the fact that he fights. he just seems like he wants to go out with a bang rather than a whimper, to be honest. With Mizi and Sua's god/believer parallel, it's a little more muddy on first glance, it could go either way and so Sua being the god of the two of them isn't so strange. Mizi seems to love Sua more than anything else, why else would Sua be Mizi's god, but Sua loves her just as much and does so much for Mizi that it would make just as much sense the other way. They have moon/sun parallels, too, though they're simpler (Mizi being the sun, warm and crackling with energy, and Sua being the moon, a reflection of Mizi's light who gets brighter the more Mizi loves her), but more interesting to me is the ice/fire, with Sua being ice and Mizi being fire and Sua investing heavily in Mizi despite the fact that it will hurt her in the end and Mizi spending time with Sua despite there being little to no benefit besides on an interpersonal level. Mizi makes Sua's life better but she will make Sua melt and Sua tempers some of Mizi's worse impulses. They're so fascinating because almost all of their symbolism/metaphors are just about choosing each other and loving each other and it makes me a little insane.

tldr; mizisua have dynamics that play into each other and highlight their relationship and how good it is for each other, whereas ivantill have dynamics that also play into each other but highlight them as individuals more than it does their bond which makes me go a little feral

[guardian-angle22]

This or That: Tarlos Edition -> AUs or canon compliant fics? ↳ Love Game by @welcometololaland ↳ Rescue Me by @littlemissmarianna ↳ summer slipped us underneath her tongue by @alrightbuckaroo ↳ Magnetic North by @paperstorm ↳ no rules in breakable heaven by @strandnreyes

[starry-bi-sky]

realizing i have. a lot of untapped trauma potential for clone^2 danny because i just Fully Processed Four Months Late the fact that his parents were capturing and torturing ghosts in the basement before he became Phantom. and the fact that he was on house rest for 2 weeks. during that time period. and he wasn't really leaving the house. he could hear their screaming through the floorboards

*points at clone danny* i can give you suuuuuuch a bad time babe ahaha. i've got two untouched years before you meet damian what fucks you up before then

[sushisocks]

Thinking about Lenny and Sean.

Thinking about how Sean, representing the liveliness and optimism of the gang, has to be unavailable in Colter, just so that we, upon arrival in Horseshoe & his return to the gang, can really remember Colter as a dour opposition to the light, fun, easiness that is Horseshoe Overlook.

Thinking about how Sean is the last to be introduced and the first to die; how he HAS to be the first to die, as the most light-hearted, easy-going, fun-loving one of them. Every camp after Clemens Point is decidedly more dour, less light, mirroring what they have lost with his death. Even the two parties are noticably different, from Sean's party in Horseshoe being genuinely fun and full of hope, to Jack's party, while starting as well as one could hope, being marred by anger and sorrow; fights, and sadness, and quiet. It ends in a storm which cuts the party off; sends everyone inside and to bed, where Sean literally stays up singing and drinking until light. The game is telling us that things are no longer the same, through the environment. Things have changed, irrevocably, and they will only get worse from here on out.

Sean dies at the game's halfway point; end of chapter 3 of 6. He is the first to die of the gang members we truly get to know. It is surprising and jarring and grotesque. The effect is IMMEDIATE, although subtle, but absolutely there. Sean dies, and the dread starts creeping in. His death is the underlining of Arthur's kidnapping; Arthur might be fine for now but that doesn't mean things aren't getting worse.

Then Lenny, who alongside Jack represents the future, and the gang's hope. Note how they're both acknowledged as exceedingly smart; Jack for his age, and Lenny just in general (though he is also young by everyone's standards), and that Hosea is fond of both of them. The critical difference is that Jack represents youthful innocence in a way Lenny doesn't; Lenny is fully aware of what the gang is, what it does, and why it exists. He is seen talking about and understanding the societal factors that have led him to this way of life; specifically pointing out the impact of slavery and its abolishment on his quality of life as a black man.

Lenny is the only one who can be seen challenging Dutch at an intellectual level. Lenny dies, and there's little rationale left in the gang. And we are immediately treated to watching the start of Dutch's more rapid decline in Guarma. Lenny is buried next to Hosea, the (arguably) oldest gang member, with the most experience to guide them. There goes the future and past of the gang; the only voices which arguably could've made a difference.

He is also, notably, the only death who is not given a cutscene. Blink and it's done, and you're left in shock and disbelief, watching Arthur stay until the last second to not let the youngest member of the gang die alone.

So what's my point here? Well, I think it's worth pointing out that these two, alongside Molly, are the ending notes of chapter 3,4, and 5, all setting the tone for the chapter to come. Each signify the further detoriation of the gang -- they lose something with each death; a life and gun, sure, but also what that person in part represented. Optimism, reasonability, compassion. And each death is brutal; sudden; jarring, in distinct ways. Then, at last, Arthur is the final death, at the end of chapter 6. The gang is already done, by that point.

I also in part think it's interesting that part of the reason Sean and Lenny die is their own flaws. Sean's easy-going inattentive nature leaves him wide open, too busy making a quick-witted quip to keep an eye out -- even when Arthur, the most senior member among them, makes it clear something is wrong, which SHOULD put one on guard in that situation. Lenny, who believes himself lucky and intelligent, also has a sense of arrogance and recklessness which has him running headfirst into danger without looking.

I love them a lot, but I think their survival inherently would mean a very different story from the one RDR2 is. Also think they absolutely would have sided with Arthur in the end, but those are both completely different rants I'll save for another time :'^)

[lumiilys]

Forever obsessed with thinking about what happened at the end of s2e4 when Ed and Stede get back to the ship. Forever obsessed with the whole day catching up with Ed and him almost collapsing from exhaustion once he’s managed to climb up the ladder onto the revenge. Like!!! He was literally almost dead that morning! Woke up, head butted the love of his life who he had assumed abandoned him but was suddenly magically there, got chained to a railing in the blazing sun and then kicked off the ship, couldn’t fully tell what was real and fake for half the day, got into the whole Anne and Mary situation PLUS got into a fight with stede (even though it ended okay), and saw a guy turn into a bird!!! Anyway it’s been a long fucking day for him and he’s dizzy and nauseous and exhausted and he can barely stand up once he’s managed to climb back onto the revenge and so!! Stede just takes him to the captain’s cabin where it’s nice and quiet, makes up the bed for him with whatever blankets he can find and tucks him into bed. He brings Ed water and maybe a little something to nibble on and then goes to sleep on the sofa cause he doesn’t wanna let Ed out of his sight after almost losing him forever the day before,,,

[humanmorph]

Roll The Dice

I just miss Gur. I want to see Gur

bonus:

i drew this shortly after 'cold company' got introduced and we all thought "make all rolls with disadvantage until you succeed on a move with a 10+" would be more of a problem. haven't really had an opportunity to use it...! it's still cute though so i colored it in a bit. gur_bonk.png

[gaypplshallarise]

Thinking about how Macaque just wanted a simple life. Do nothing but laugh and enjoy life with his favorite stone monkey. He just wanted to settle down because he believed this was all they ever wanted.

Wukong thought they deserved more. So he strove for power. He made allegiances because he knew it wouldn't be enough. Keeping his loved ones safe would take more than what they had now. And Wukong believed they could do it, together.

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

I also finished Dreamzzz season 2 yesterday, and I can't believe we actually had kissing Legos.

THEY KISSED AT LEAST 3 TIMES IN THE EPISODE.

IN A LEGO SHOW.

Good for them though. Beau and Hannah are a power couple, even if Beau became the night hunter and ended fighting (and hunting) his own daughter and her friends around in the dreamworld. At least he admitted to being a deadbeat father himself 👌. I do wonder why he became evil... ish. If it was just the use of the sword, or some additional factors. Though I think it's implied that he wanted to do the right thing, but used the wrong methods and eventually ended up on the wrong side.

[sygneth]

Echoes lore time! (And also my random DE thoughts about Harry's place!)

Reading the last page, you might have had a feeling we're going to see the inside of Harry's place soon, and you were right!

So to make everything clear (and because, in the first place, I had a place with a very specific plan in my head when I've been writing scenes at HDB's) i drew a lil cheat sheet.

(Yes. I like to make building plans. A lot.)

I believe Harry inherited this place, and thus he owes it. And also, this is why it's in a not-the-worst of tenement houses and in not-the worst standard. It was a place where they used to live with Dora, and I think he made it a sanctuary of a kind after she left. He never moved anything from its original place deliberately, and so the place slowly started to become a decaying memorial of a nonexistent relationship.

Harry's place is a whole big meta topic to explore and I feel like there is a lot to it in terms of the psychology of a place.

Assuming that he is still living in the same place as he used to when with Dora, oh boy. The bad days, when every single thing reminded him of her. The remorse, the memories, the past. A scratch over the floor, where she tripped while dancing. Her favourite mug, or rather the few pieces of it, after he broke it in a fit of rage. An empty space after a painting that she loved so much. The scratched wall over the bedhead. The bed itself.

Then, the better days, when he tried to take care of his apartment, but some things were already damaged beyond repair. The plants died, he could buy new ones, but he knew that, sooner or later, they'd share the previous one's fate. The ripped carpet, stained furniture, cracked tiles. Could be replaced, but sooner or later they'd share the previous one's fate. A scratched floor. The scratched floor.

And then, rather sooner than later, the days become bad again.

I don't think Harry liked to spend time at his place. Especially in the bedroom. Especially when he wanted to quit. There was too much past in there, staring at him from every corner, every crack of the floor. I think a good deal of his past relapses might have been caused by this place. Sometimes a forgotten something he found while cleaning it up, sometimes just the space itself, soaked with memories.

(And to all my faithful readers of Echoes, I just want to let you know I read every single one of your tags and comments and it always makes my day <3 Thank you for that everybody, and if I don't always reply to the comments, I want you to know I do read them and I do appreciate them a whole whole lot, life is just very overwhelming sometimes)