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[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

What can I say? They're my favorite.

[ashleander]

Teeth Clenched Teamwork

Haha, the sillies! Decided to draw these three! I had to start traditionally because my IPad broke a week ago (specifically my charger cable, sigh). I’ll *probably* make more simpler drawings for now.

Though it was nice drawing digitally with my phone (it’s still the same program but it’s the pocket edition)!

Also if you’re wondering about the unfinished Vigi sketch to the right, a comic starring these three is in the works 👀

I can’t wait to get it done!

[tarochimochi]

Do ya'll fuck with my hc... lowkey

[merriclo]

this is primarily a silly hypothetical but do you think Akutagawa ever dropped off/handed over Kyouka’s important paperwork.

in all likelihood, it was probably Kōyō who did it, and probably alongside the files detailing Kyouka’s past, but the idea that Akutagawa just. like. mailed the ADA her paperwork is so funny to me

it’d be so silly if, in the middle of their first mission together, Atsushi’s just like. “hey by the way. about that package you sent the agency.”

“yes. Kyouka-chan’s important paperwork. i ensured that everything was included. her birth certificate, immunization records, et cetera. why, is anything missing?”

“no. it’s all there. thanks.”

and then they’re immediately back at each other’s throats

[luvuomi]

an excerpt from my unnamed & heavily unfinished lyney fic:

Thin, frail hands reached out to grab hold of the brass knob that was cold to the touch, slowly twisting and pushing open the grand doors. Their deafening sound disrupts the unperturbed silence of the other room. At first, Lyney is hesitant to continue further in. The lack of human presence indirectly urged him to turn back and find Lynette.

However, as his curious eyes wander across the hall that appears to stretch on for what seemed like several miles, he unknowingly finds himself walking forward. The plush carpet below softening his footsteps as he gazes in awe at the room’s emanate opulence: pedestals where pristine ceramic vases sat upon holding flowers, modest paintings of pleasant fields or mountains of solitude, and the array of tall windows that filter in ample sunlight through draping curtains.

Though he walks a good distance away from such novel furnishings, he continues to remain careful for the unknown fear that he may accidentally knock something over. Forget damaging—he may as well leave a stain on this place with his own breath.

Wavering footsteps eventually recede to a halt as his eyes catch sight of a particular painting.

Gilded in gold, it depicts a woman elegantly sitting upon a throne. Her black gloved hands rest leisurely upon her lap, contrasting her straight and refined posture. Rose gold hair styled in a loose braid that falls seamlessly down her shoulder, complimenting her poised sea-green eyes. Though she displayed a cordial smile akin to that of a loving mother, something about her gaze unsettled Lyney. Like it held a glint of rancor that most would not perceive.

Stationed beside this painting, was another more distinguishable portrait. It portrayed yet another woman of equal eminence, if not more. But even at a mere glance, it was obvious she held more eccentricities about her. She sat upon the throne as though it were any other seat: one leg crossed over the other and cheek languidly resting upon her hand, further emphasizing her impartial demeanor. Layered black and white hair that extends almost down to her shoulders on one side and—her eyes.

They are not ones Lyney has ever seen before. Black as a moonless night with striking red pupils shaped like “X’s.” Compared to the previous woman, this one evidently held a more daunting presence, even within the confines of a painting. Yet despite such looming authority, something about her held more sincerity. For what exactly, Lyney has no clue.

All he knows is that should he ever come face to face with such a woman, he would undoubtedly take her words as they are, without question.

Gradually peeling his eyes away from the paintings, Lyney’s gaze then landed upon another item of interest, one that stood at the center of the room and that he’s surprisingly failed to notice until now—a grand piano.

Approaching the instrument, Lyney’s eyes examine its spotless condition. Free of any marks or scratches as his fingers gently grazed along the black and white keys before taking a seat. He plays one note, and then another, the soft sound managing to echo throughout the entire hall. He definitely shouldn’t be touching this, his mind tells him. Though his actions speak otherwise. Slowly positioning his hands on the keys, Lyney begins to play.

It’s a melancholic tune that plays, but one so cathartic it brings the world to a standstill. He was never one to find great enjoyment in playing such an instrument. Lynette had often told him to put such talents to greater use, perhaps performing in the grandest of stages like the Opera Epiclese, but Lyney never indulged those possibilities.

Such an opportunity should only be granted to those who have a true passion for playing a beautiful instrument like the piano. Not someone like him who only used it as a means to get by.

“What are you doing?” A stringent voice cuts through the somber melody, immediately making Lyney’s hands flinch away from the keys and head dart at the person standing a few feet away. Their expression mirrored their tone of voice: cold and apathetic. Had they been here this entire time?

Upon receiving no response, their eyes narrow at him. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Lyney!” He blurts out immediately, shooting up from his seat that almost knocks over the stool behind him. He winces a bit at the commotion he’s now caused. “I mean–my name. My name is Lyney…”

“...Lyney?” The person repeats, voice dripping with doubt and ready to suspect him of hiding his true identity. But then there’s a pause and Lyney watches as their face morphs from a look of ponder to a scowl before they speak again. “Oh. So you’re the one “Father” talked about bringing in.”

[backseatloversz]

NO CHILDREN, THE MOUNTAIN GOATS / SAW (2004) / SUCCESSION (2018- ) / FIGHT CLUB, CHUCK PALAHNIUK / STAY AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS, PIERCE THE VEIL

[pochapal]

tomorrow i will have been reading umineko for one whole year

[nomoretumbler]

ok…… I just finished reading jekyll and hyde…….. what the hell was that /pos

[anoddopal]

Thinking about my chaotic Texan family! 🪚

No I WILL NOT be dragged out of pirate hell and onto another fixation!!

But those freaks are also on my mind atm!!

[jobikinn]

hello please talk to me about roman for hours long i'm literally craving for interaction with people who find his character compelling and want to talk about how fucked up and tragic he is instead of going "mmmmm sexy brown samoan daddy dom" all the time pleassseeee

SCREAMS. OH MY GOD ILL GLADLY TALK ABOUT ROMAN. I canNOT stand people who dumb down his character to “wow! hubba hubba sexy Samoan man haha so dominant” - it pisses me off.

we have had, what, almost 4 years of character development here? NOT TO MENTION THE YEARS BEFORE THAT - they harnessed how Roman was booed and hated as a face to shape Roman’s current character, to MAKE his actions make sense

Because beneath all of that “power”, he’s insecure. If he can hurt the others around him, stay in complete control, he’ll never get himself hurt again. yet despite this he’s still paranoid, and as time goes on this fact gets increasingly more obvious I LOVE IT SO MUCH. him not wrestling while holding a championship? flaunting his power, his control, because he can. demanding acknowledgement? making up for the YEARS of acknowledgement that he deserved.

his character is driven by pain, by fear, by his past. #5000 of why simps are the worst thing to happen to a fandom

thanks for this ask I love you

[hsslilly-blog]

okay guys i didn’t say this but i was the one left in charge of The List. i Listed Things. 😁 my list was very beautiful. also i got to tell people what to do which is always nice

[itmeblog]

Just popping in to say I’m still loving InCo! I’m on season 3 and I’m shocked that Chell is actually really growing on me????? And I didn’t expect to be this invested in Hatov’s family. Everyone needs so many hugs. Thank you for creating such a great podcast! The past week has been *rough* for me and listening to InCo has helped a ton

Chell was one of my absolute favorite people to voice. She makes so many fun sounds, and emotion comes across so easily with her <3. It's so great to see people's opinion of her. The range is *huge*. I believe the last time I saw someone mention her, it had something to do with throwing hands, lol.

Sorry to hear you've been having a rough week. I'm happy InCo could help.

[alister312]

okie alister. tell me. why gregstophe 🤨. give me a movie pitch for ur blorbo i want to see it like u do :>

There are many reasons “why gregstophe” BUT let’s see if I can give a relatively quick sales pitch—

Is “opposites attract” a trope you enjoy? Good news, this ship is for you! On one hand you’ve got Gregory: an impeccably mannered, Harvard Yardale-educated Brit with strong morals and a passion for politics and revolution. Then on the other hand there’s Christophe: a dirt-loving, God-hating French mercenary with a penchant for fighting everyone and saying wild shit at socially inappropriate times. However, they are friends (or at least allies) and seem to be among the only people the other respects. This begs the question: why? Are they different around each other, when they’re alone? Softer, perhaps? Do their walls come down, no need for pretenses? Do they bicker, or is it what they do more like banter? Maybe they’re only opposites on a surface level.

Are you a Les Mis fan? Because these two are just (as i once saw someone put it) Walmart-brand Enjolras and Grantaire, and many of the tropes those two have get brought into Gregstophe. Namely, Christophe’s unwavering devotion and loyalty to Gregory’s fight for freedom. Even if he doesn’t quite believe in the cause himself, he believes in Gregory enough to give his life. Honestly even if you aren’t a Les Mis fan (like me, i’ve only ever seen the bad movie adaptation once), you can see hints of this in the BLU movie. Christophe refuses to help the main boys rescue Terrance and Phillip until Gregory’s name gets mentioned and then, as Christophe dies, he sings a reprise of Gregory’s song. That sounds like textbook unwavering devotion to me.

Do you like playing around with religious themes and imagery? I do, and again they are perfect for that. Half of Christophe’s screen time is him talking about how much God hates him (and he hates God) and Gregory’s song “La Resistance” heavily implies that his morals are based in Christian beliefs. I personally like expanding that further into classic Catholic Feeling Repression™️. The self makes for such a good antagonist narratively and WOW do they just scream two characters whose greatest demons are their own expectations they heap upon themselves.

Lastly, there’s the mercenary route that many people take with them. Christophe canonically is one and Gregory is often rewritten as one (it’s not a hard leap), which leads to SO many possibilities. There’s the high stakes risk of dangerous jobs which could be just the thing to help feelings bubble to the surface. There’s the physical hurt they can experience and the angst that comes with it, often paired with patching wounds or miscommunication in worry disguised as anger. There’s the “we’re business partners, we can’t have romantic feelings, we have to be detached and professional especially in a dangerous field such as this” repression you can add (perhaps ON TOP of the religious repression). And you don’t even need to have them be mercenaries! They could be spies instead, or revolutionaries (which is what they really are), and you would still be able to use all those tropes. Sure you can do that with any ship but these two have that good good canon confirmation to fuel headcanons.

NOW— did they ever actually interact on screen? Well. No lol. The closest we have is the confirmation that they know one another via Gregory having Christophe’s address on his person and Christophe trusting the main boys once they mention Gregory sent them. Also, a draft of the script for the movie had them interacting on screen and Christophe alludes to him and Gregory having rescued canadian prisoners together before. You’re gonna need your imagination but the groundwork is there!! It’s a ship so ripe with potential it makes me insane.

so… yeah! viva la gregstophe 🏳️‍🌈

[throughtrialbyfire]

one day i'll write out syranels entire backstory but every time i think about he and another character hes connected with i start screaming and crying and throwing up and pounding the ground