#APE PLEASE

[lobsterlemons]

stardew valley save me….save me stardew valley

[momonica05]

CONCERNED APE I WANT TO DRINK MAYONESE WAKE UP

[ruubesz-draws]

Kong, getting ready to fight Scar King:

Sorry not sorry

Kong after fighting Scar King, Shimo and the other apes:

Poor fella needs a break...

*Spoiler for JJK below*

I feel bad cos I was laughing so hard whilst drawing this

[youareunbearable]

Its late and im tired so please excuse if this doesn't make sense but lately, I've been thinking about Angry Aredhel must have been

Like realistically, when has this woman made a single decision about her future for herself, and in the few times when she did, when did it not end in tragedy

She must have been so angry, so frustrated and wrathful at her lot in life. She was meant for other things, greater thing! She was a disciple of Orome, the Maiden in White, one of the best hunters in his group along with her cousin.

Yet here she is, caged and trapped like a pretty little canary in a wire house. Stolen from her purpose because of her eldest brother's blind loyalty, her father's stubborn pride, her second oldest brother's blinding grief, and her baby brother's terminal bravery. She's across an ocean, escaped one cage for another by her tormentor and abuser posing as a husband.

The bastard won't even name their child.

She must have be so angry, stuck in that endless darkness, the forest must be such a familiar landscape but so different, twisted and wrong like looking into a warped mirror.

Shes grieving outside her "home" one night, having managed to convince the trees to part their branches just enough that she can glimpse a star or two so she can bask in the starlight. Its been a year since the birth of her son, and nothing has changed. Eol won't look at the boy, and she can feel herself drifting. Without the ability to see the passage of time, without the Light of the Trees or with the Sun and Moon chasing each other across the sky, things are blending together and she feels adrift.

At least when they crossed they ice, they were able to watch the stars move across the endless dark.

The starlight warms her skin, as weak and distant as it is, so she basks. With her eyes closed and face tilted up she feels like a lizard in the mid day sun. Behind her, she hears a noise, a twig being deliberately stepped upon. Aredhel whips around, raising her glowing lichen lamp, wondering if its her husband or one of his servants come to take her back. She feels a little feral at the idea of being dragged away from the pitiful starlight.

A wolf, with a pelt as crisp and clean as the snow dusting Himring's mountain top, slinks into the soft glow. Its fur takes on an almost sickly colour in the green luminescence. The wolf settles at the edge of the light, resting on its haunches as it observes her.

Aredhel thinks she's beautiful, for it is a female wolf. Even in the weak lamplight the beast's silver eyes seem to glow on their own, piercing her very fea and enticing her to come forward, to come closer. There is a power within the she wolf, one Aredhel craves.

The white beast introduces herself as a member of Orome's hunt, and Aredhel believes it, for the she wolf looks like the perfect hunter. The wolf asks her what she, as a fellow hunter, is doing out so far away from her kin and cub.

Momentarily surprised by the ability to speak, for not even Huan can speak so freely, Aredhel responses. She shares her desire for light, her frustration with her "husband," and how she wants a different life for her son. She never wanted this, and she wishes she had the ability to take control of her own fate.

The wolf is sympathetic to her plights, and offers to help her free herself and her child.

"You do have the ability to change your own fate, young one. Asking for help is something no one else could have done for you."

So Aredhel leads the wolf back to Eol's house. They walk through the entry way, both hunters are silent as the dawn as they go. Aredhel heads towards the master bedroom, but hesitates at the door. She can see Eol on his side of their bed, snoring lightly as he does. She hesitates, seeing a vision of what will happen once he realizes she's gone. Fire, doom and death follows her, poison and a flash of fang would flicker in him before he strikes her down for disobedience, for stealing away the son he won't even name.

The wolf nudges her aside, ghosting past her into the room. Aredhel's throat closes up and she slinks away, heading towards Lomion's nursery. She leaves to go strap her sleeping infant son to her chest, then grabs some supplies from the kitchen in a bag. Not even hearing a mouse skittering in the walls, let alone her wolf companion, she steels her nerves to check the master bedroom one more time.

As she passes her bedroom, she can see through a crack in the door and her breath freezes. Standing over the now corpse of her husband, maw dripping red from the freshly torn out throat, the white wolf looms. Aredhel stares transfixed, she can almost taste the blood between her own teeth, feel the rush of the kill, ache of her gums as tendons and tissue would rub against them. The wolf turns to look at her, silver eyes wild, white fur stained with her kill. Aredhel feels the air return to her lungs, she feels lighter and free, a little giggle slips past her lips and the wolf peels back its lips and bares its dripping fangs in a smile.

Aredhel leaves the house, fleeing on foot and all the while she can hear the wolf following her, keeping pace and shadowing her in the darkness, and at some points, ahead of her, leading her out of the woods. Running like this, oh she hasn't done this in years!. The wind snapping at her hair, branches and leaves kissing her cheeks and arms, the rush of a completed hunt with another one ahead of her feels like her first real breath in a long time. It feels like days later, and seconds, heartbeats, when she can see the treeline, dawn's hazy reddish glow peaking through the trees.

Aredhel gives a joyful cry and runs faster. That laughter bubbling up inside of her finally bursts past her lips once she breaks the treeline. The sun on her skin is warm and bright and all she wants to do is laugh and cry and scream until her throat is raw and her tears run dry. But she has to keep moving, she has Lomion still with her, and she is too close to the woods to feel truly safe yet. She walks north, and east, not really knowing where she's heading but knowing that she'll cross into her cousins' land soon. As she walks, she soon realizes that she hasn't seen or heard from her she wolf in a while. Stopping, Aredhel turns to look back, but no where can she see that brilliant white coat, or any tracks that look like wolf paws. She squint, looking back at the distant treeline and sees nothing but shadow. She mourns for her companion, wishing she could have wished her well or at least thanked her for her help. She wonders if Orome set the wolf to free her, not wanting to see one of his hunters in chains.

Its about mid morning when she comes across some of her cousins men, and they're horrified. They ask if she's ok, of she's hurt, they take her to a nearby stream even though she insists she's fine, that she wants to see her cousins.

When she sees her reflection she's scared for a moment. All she can see it blood, dried and crusted down her throat, staining her lips and chin. There is red all along the collar of her white dress, her sleeves, but her hands are clean, and so is her son still asleep strapped across her chest. She looks into her reflection, not yet comprehending. Silver eyes that seem so familiar stare back above the red, above the proof of her freedom.

She bares her bloody teeth in smile.

[ruthflemwad]

more people need to talk about matt dahan and his genius underscoring in nightmare time. like to name off a few of my favourite moments (these might not all be 100% correct bc i have a bad memory but i appreciate matt dahan nonetheless)

in almost every episode there’s musical references to the opening/credit song - ex. we hear the hatchetfield ape man motif before we even hear the song the hatchetfield ape man. same with one thousand eyes and the web i spin for you i believe

similarly there are lots of character motifs - show stopping number often plays when hidgens is onscreen, and when he discusses working boys that motif plays

keywords are often met with motifs too - i can remember a couple ultimatums that were accompanied by the join us and die instrumental

in watcher world there are lots of not your seed references, and during really tender alice and bill moments matt tends to play the “why does it hurt to love you” bit

adore me plays a lot for linda during honey queen

one of my personal favourites - when we first meet roman in honey queen the nibbly ditty plays as underscoring. like come on that’s genius.

in abstinence camp when boy jerry is hiding mary and noah’s bodies matt plays a slowed down version of virginity rocks

in yellow jacket when hannah’s driving her go kart around the new apartment matt plays janes a car

if i remember correctly hannah gets what if tomorrow comes motif a lot in yellow jacket

same with lex she gets the black friday motif a lot

also in yellow jacket when otho’s about to take hannah over matt plays let it out

yellow jacket just generally gets a lot of tgwdlm underscoring references whenever otho’s on screen

there’s almost definitely more so if you can think of any SAY IT but. matt dahan is a musical genius with what he does with jeff blim’s motifs for underscoring and to think that at least during the first nmt episode he like totally improvised the backing music… ugh he’s so amazing

[ilivelikeimtrying]

Listen at some point Ambrosius gets into a fist fight with Todd and Ballister is in the background trying to (reluctantly) get Ambrosius to (reluctantly) stop while Nimona is doing the "Fuck 'em up" dance in the background.

[jotigerjotiger]

Lucy Diamond is back in the States.

I'm writing my thesis on her.

[andminnequin]

Please demon game

Please I need the fancy demon outfits in the raven store

[wildbasil]

group therapy (they make each other worse)

[nyobunz]

Animal Parade was my favorite Harvest Moon game. The style was so cute! Think they should remake it so I can be gay for the Harvest Goddess 👀

Also, taking comms on my Vgen! Check it out -> https://vgen.co/nyobunz

Link in Bio as well~

[orlandofox]

.. hrm. it *has* been a minute.. again.

imagine if i actually tried posting on here again, haha.. unless 👀

[freakshowcowboy]

kurt hummel, my bestfriend kurt hummel,

[andoutofharm]

two possible streamers for tonight’s show in columbus, ohio!

no_chances_

dreamsweetofme

we’re in eastern daylight time again tonight!

[aroacewolfic]

cant wait to read twp just be able to read more angst about my precious boys ty and kit and istg if there is no gwyn and diana or kieren, mark and cristina fluffy scenes at all imma cry like these are my people my boys and girls I need to see them be happy let kieren, mark and cristina see each other, let people leave gwyn and diana alone and be happy in their accepting and loving bubble and let ty and kit finally be together and happy. please.

[naffeclipse]

Hello, I was wondering if we can have a little sneak peak for the next chapter of Apex?

Pretty please, with a cherry on top 👉👈

I have the outline plotted for the next chapter, however, I'm working on two gift fics at the moment and I just finished finals. I'm taking a few days to relax and reward myself for a semester completed. I'm also hoping to get a chapter of Of Fox Maws out. So, I think once I have my gift fics ready to go, I'll tackle the next AP chapter, then get after OFM.

[my-fancy-hat]

What if Asa's development from now on ends up in a Perfect Blue situation? She, much as Denji did once, is climbing the stares of fame (while Denji is going downhill hitting rock bottom with reality) without a mask or persona to protect her integrity -unlike Denji whose identity is unknown-, expossing and selling herself without restrictions to the world that, for famous young ladies especially her age, is so utterly dangerous. An idol borns from the objectification of a human being the moment is recognizable in the eyes of the public, getting stripped of their sense of self and becoming a frankenstein, a manufactured being, a vessel of what everyone desires to be away from reality: happy, succesful, intelligent, strong, beautiful, loved, things that Asa deep down, wants to be seen as. To be set free of loneliness and sadness, following up a path of altruist born of her love for chainsaw man! where there's no room to feel uncertainity about her actions, something that her weak moral compass have struggled so hard to determinate, where's the line that separates right or wrong. And so, the public will succefully make Asa everything she ever wished for... until her humanity clashes with her manufactured idol self. It's pretty common to see how fame ruin celebrities lifes, but worse cases are from young girls whose guardians (a luxury Asa doesn't have as an orphan) weren't supposed to let people do everything they want to their children, expossing them to the perversity of humanity; it's where stalkers and creepy fans start to play: to protect the girl's purity while make her their own property.

Being chainsaw man for Denji have its own heavy risks and rewards, but, no matter how famous csm is, Denji is still Denji, intact, uncorrupted, since his crisis comes from the separation of his identity as human-devil. He still can enjoy the silence and boredom that comes to living as a japanese citizen, something that, in these tragedies, is just a dream.

Asa's borders will start to blur.