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[phantominzie]

EVERYONE.

DONT FORGET TO LOOK UP #cutewinterboots ON TIKTOK! THERE'LL BE SOME BIG BITS OF ICE ON THE ROADS FOR QUITE SOME TIME, SO BE SURE TO INVEST IN SOME CUTE WINTER BOOTS.

That is all, y'all have a good one and stay safe during all this ICE!

edit: fascists, racists, nazi's, homophobe/transphobes, and trump dick riders can politely fuck off on this post. I'm tired of dealing with y'all, stop trying to be edgy in the comments of this post, I will just block you so piss off.

[stealingpotatoes]

WHY IS EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF ART IVE EVER DONE ON PINTEREST AND WHY DOES PINTEREST KEEP RECOMMENDING ME MY OWN ART

[lovetogether]

Alter introductions! Everyone be nice,

💛 Symphony is our “catch all” name or “system name”, our preferred collective pronouns are none, and he/her if needed.

Here’s a list of all our current active alters,

We do not currently have any designated “Host” and instead opt to refer to all of ourself as a collective.

☕️ Dale or Coop or Dell, (he/him) is and introject of Dale Cooper from the show Twin Peaks. Very close to source, likes talking.

🍀 Lucky or Wiki(pedia), (he/her or no pronouns) is an introject who is disconnected from source and comes around on the blog frequently. Lucky is very close with our alters Octave and Song! The three often co-front together.

🌙 Octave, (they/she) is an introject partially connected to source. She is friendly though sometimes shy, rarely introduces themselves directly but is pretty active on here.

🧣Crow Alibi (he/she) is an introject of the character Goro Akechi from Persona Five. Was host / main alter for about a year, currently taking a back seat. Still he is quite active on here, just doesn’t use the term host. Usually in charge,

🌱 Song (he/they/she) is our younger sibling of sorts, they co-front a lot, they’re usually in the passenger seat! She is often age regressed so please keep this in mind. Everyone else is protective of them and our biggest hope for this account is everyone here accepts and is nice to Song. Song is friends with lots of fictional characters, sometimes we tag content of these characters as #friends if you wanna know who they are. Song requested we list her top friends:

Mike from breaking bad and better call saul

Kim from better call saul

Jack-o from guilty gear

Birthday our popplio

Sampo from honkai star rail

🌻 Story (no pronouns, he/him if needed) is Song’s biological brother. Story is based around our oc of the same name. Story is another common alter here though never introduces himself openly, next to Crow.

❓ Melope (She/they) is a child alter of ours, she’s rarely on here but is usually with us! (She’s more active irl, Song wanted us to include her)

Notes: we are always finding out more about ourself! there’s probably more than we listed here, they just do not have an identity yet. We also did not list currently dormant alters! We trust everyone here will be kind to all of us and any and all introject weirdness we see is an instant block. Everyone loves to talk if asked so feel free to say anything to anyone and when they come around they’ll get to you! Similarly; we love talking about having DID! So questions are always welcome, though please remember this disorder is heavily personal and no experience is the one true “right one”. We have heavy communication with our alters and frequently ruminate and meditate. We all take accountability for each other however do also want to be respected when we say we are all different people. We trust everyone here currently following us will be kind to all of us ! Thank you :-)

Final note: all pmd sprites are from this site, check it out!

[teratomatica]

you always land on all fours

[nobluesea]

A blow straight through the heart.

Fic so good it ended me my art slump

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[zackmartin]

HENRY DANGER: THE MOVIE (2025) ● dir. joe menendez

[mimimar]

i've been completely charmed by witch hat atelier♡

(art prints)

[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about how deeply lucanis' life has been defined by a lack of control of that life -- as he himself points out, even before the ossuary went and carved the headline out again with big bloody letters. of course he reacts badly to losing what little control he did manage to construct for himself even within those circumstances.

(namely: experience has taught him that things (caterina, loss, pain, love, all horribly and indelibly intermingled) will happen to him whether he wants them to or not and there's nothing he can do about that... but he gets to decide what's let in or out of his soul as it happens, even if he has to close it all down and deaden and numb himself out in the process. (even if that means he drifts further and further away from illario, who's been desperately reaching out and trying to keep hold of him until he finally gives up completely and tries to cut the bond all at once when lucanis doesn't seem to reach back anymore.) it's such rare well-observed freeze logic solidly constructed from the bottom up, I'm still so impressed with it.

the way illario seeks constant external means to cope with caterina's abuse and importance in his life -- he can't win her admiration or acceptance or warmth (or like. acknowledgement even, at times :') ), no matter what, so he goes out and finds those things in others and then disdains and dismisses it for how easily and falsely it's won from them. he plots, he conspires, he tries to beat her at her own game however clumsily, he tries. lucanis doesn't try things that way. he's not about 'how do I improve my situation' by nature, he's 'how can I stop this from getting worse'. he avoids, he internalizes, he hunkers down and makes himself nothing until the pain maybe ends. he's fundamentally not a plotter, he's a reacter. an expert assassin pantser, if you will, to illario's clear and stated exasperation fhsak. man I love them. illario says 'get us out of here!!! if you loved me as I love you you'd help me get us out of here before it kills us both', lucanis says 'there is no other place, there's nowhere to go, all we can do is endure. and if it kills us... well, that's just family. that's what love is (the way things are headed I'll die first anyway so it's fine I won't have to face losing you)', and they're equally baffled and hurt by each other's POV. but they're both right, and they're both wrong. there's no 'right' way to deal with caterina's treatment of them, or their situation. the house always wins, if you pardon the expression. house dellamorte still stands and that is what matters to caterina in the end more than anything.

it also fits so well b/c like... their core wounds are that illario is the least favourite and is constantly dismissed, so he has to prove to caterina again and again that he matters. not even that he's worth love or respect or warm regard, but that he's here at all and as such should be considered. he has to shout 'in case u forgot I EXIST!!' at the top of his lungs or else be rendered nothing within the family structure (and himself, because it's all about family, that's all that really matters. in some weird twisted way I think caterina openly declaring him before all the other crows to still be of house dellamorte -- and no one from house dellamorte kneels -- is kind of a victory for him, as much as it's also a furthering of a prison sentence and public humiliation. house dellamorte brainfuckery goes hard.). lucanis is the favourite, and it's the double-edged sword that he gets all the affection and attention but also all the control and impossible expectations. drowning under all of that constant stress and close evaluation, his brain whispers 'I don't exist' to try to escape, to hide and hold on to the deep parts of himself that are crucial to life but not part of the perfect grandson caterina demands of him as the price of her love.)

I think a lot about how what seems to disquiet lucanis the most post-ossuary (as it would anyone with that psychological makeup) is the dissolving of internal boundaries and control he's been relying on, which is part of what spite symbolizes. his anger and reactivity has seceded from the union to the point of personification as a little guy (a little guy he resents and fears for his unpredictability and invasions into regions of his psyche he wishes to stay frozen and barren, and yet cares about deeply, loves! and also constantly dismisses and frequently helplessly lets down unless he's helped to learn to do otherwise. does this remind you of another relationship in his life, perhaps. it makes me feel nuts to think about the illario/spite parallels thanks for asking), and now that little guy is out there running the show freely the moment he glances away or closes his eyes. literal nightmare scenario I feel for him so deeply. so much of his coping is predicated on being able to Not do or feel or want certain things, and that's out the window now, Spite has Opinions. Spite refuses to stay wisely in place even if that place is hell on the logic that if you move you could find yourself in a place that's even worse, somehow. Spite actually wants to experience the world, however fucked up and scarring the way he arrived here, not just endure it. Spite means he has to face that maybe illario wasn't wrong all those years, at the same time as having to admit and face what illario has done to him, and figure out what to do about any of it.

anyway. mary kirby ma'am that's some good fucking metaphor work. thank you, and sorry about all the shit that happened

[partial-prints]

The lighting in this musical is actually so gorgeous it drives me insane. And combined with Uwe’s hair??? Lethal combo.

Uwe Kröger as Der Tod (Death) in Elizabeth das Musical in 1992

[ricketycr1cks]

And if I say Mac grew up equating love to cigarette burns and absent fathers and getting told to toughen up, that Mac doesn’t understand love that isn’t conditional, love without equal parts hate or distaste, that never in his life has Mac understood earnest love, that even though Dennis isn’t trying to, he often ends up re-confirming this idea in Macs head, that love is hatred, that-

[scruncheduppaper]

seeing ppl on twitter’s takes about snowgrave kriselle makes me want to kill myself oh my godddd “its toxic” “regular kriselle better bc its healthier” DO YOU THINK I WANT TO SEE THEM MUSHY KISS AND BE LOVEY DOVEY AND HUG EACH OTHER??? NO!!! the APPEAL is that adding romantic connotations to their snowgrave relationship (which mind you very much already exists in canon) allow their relationship to become so much more interesting. do i think they’ll become truly endgame canon? do i think they’re in love with each other??? ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! AND I DONT WANT THEM TO!!! the POINT is that it’s supposed to be dark and interesting and exploratory of their characters in relation to the deconstruction of autonomy in video games through gender roles and principles of knighthood and the idea of the “damsel in distress”. not to mention that “shipping” regular kriselle and snowgrave kriselle isnt mutually exclusive either. in fact i think understanding both allows you to analyse their relationship much more fully and deeply than without considering the other side. and besides, isnt the fucking point of shipping to explore character relationships??? why would you want to Ignore nuance and depth rather than focus on it???? are you unable to handle anything deeper or darker than like fucking cocomelon??? if you hate character analysis and dark themes in relationships you can head on back there or smth idfk oh my lord i cant fucking TAKE IT ANYMORE

[tervaneula]

These peepaws GAY

[disgruntled-rat]

Annabelle and Butch almost kissed once.

Really, you could say they almost kissed several times, when one of them let their thoughts drift just a little too far and very nearly went for it. But there was only one that really counted.

It was night. The two sat outside, watching the stars. Butch was talking. Telling a story, maybe. Annabelle was staring at her friend. She was awful handsome, with the way her hair curled over her forehead and the way her hands moved about as she talked, and something about the gleam in her eye is just so enticing, and really it's not Annabelle's fault that she couldn't help but lean in. She just had to capture that spark in Butch's eyes, the one that seemed to appear whenever she saw Annabelle. Butch wasn't talking anymore, she noticed, just staring at Annabelle with a look of surprise and adoration and longing that made Annabelle feel warm and fuzzy all the way down to her toes. They were very close, suddenly. Butch's face was red. Annabelle's heart was thumping out a steady beat saying kiss her, kiss her, kiss her. Butch let out a shakey breath and Annabelle opened her mouth to say something along the lines of I love you. But what came out of her mouth instead was:

"Butch...do you wanna rob a bank?"

And just like that, the moment broke. But neither of them ever forgot that moment, that almost-kiss under the stars.

[myokk]

my first attempt at digital art (never again🥲) for mctober💘

Eloise Babbit✨

slytherin

5th year

favorite subjects: arithmancy & ancient runes

least favorite subject: beasts (animals make her nervous🥲)

hobbies: reading & thinking (IT’S A HOBBY OKAY??)

[frownyalfred]

gently grabs you by the chin hey. if an author selects “chose not to use archive warnings” on a fic, they’re allowed. even if you don’t like it or disagree.

[curioud-epic]

Fake warrior of the mind epic au (ft. Hermes)

This came to me from a dream (apologies in advance if its ooc haha). Where the magic boar challenge didn't exist but Odysseus with Polites and Eurolychus still managed to defeat a boar in the forest. While they were celebrating, Hermes was lingering in the area, and odysseus notices him. So after polites and eurolychus went to get help, he stays there to guard the boar. He does the whole "show yourself" and bluffing with "I can see you". He takes note of the owl that landed near him and thinks which God symbolises owl.

"Oh can you now, darling ?" Hermes replies amused. And Odysseus thinks 'they sound more masculine than I thought--' and smirks '--still I was right!'

"I was LYING! And you fell for my bluff. hahaha"

"Well, two can play that game, so tell me child what is my name?"

"I know you're a goddess, so let's be honest, you are ATHENA"

And Hermes, VERY amused that his great grand son thinks he's athena, reveals himself in front of him before making a "ehhhhh" sound while crossing his arms. "Wrooongg guess, Ody"

And Odysseus, very red and embarrassed at being so confidently wrong. He immediately kneels down and tries to correct himself.

"I apologize for calling you Athena, Lo--"

"Hey Odysseus! We're back!!" ony to be interrupted by Polites and Eurolychus call. As they approach, Hermes had already made himself invisible and the owl, startled, flies away.

Polites and Eurolychus, looking at their friend, who is kneeling, and looks at the flying bird, which is an owl, and with the other people that was gonna help with carrying the boar. Put two and two together as:

Kneeling = authority/royalty/god???

Owl = Athena???

And soon rumour spread that Athena had shown herself to Odysseus. And son escalated to Odysseus is her favourite champion. (After he accidntally befriended the owl idk).

Hermes was so amused that he had to follow this shit show of, Odysseus trying and failing miseraby to stop the rumours from worsening. Hermes then lends a hand with the rumours, just enough that althought all of ithaca knew it, outside of the island would not be known unless they search for it.

(idk how he does that, but he does in my dream HAHAHA). Yeah, thats about how it ended.