#I HAD A MORE COMPLEX IDEA

[koreposion]

@wr-n's OC Hawk patching up Indigo! He's gentle in a way that Indigo needs and that benefits himself! After all who doesn't want a powerful and loyal dog at their heel.

[haunted-xander]

Xion <3

[poisonheiress]

Someone needs to say it: The "Heaven is actually bad" plot line that Hazbin is based around is useless when you spend more then 2 minutes thinking about Vivzie's Hell and her characters.

Besides it being much too early for this idea, the revelation that Heaven or at least the beings running it aren't good people has little to no impact when the people who are being harmed by this are all horrible people. Stay with me here. None of these people are people who were unfairly brought into hell and we are never ever introduced to someone who was either. Why should we care that Heaven is "evil" and blocking redemption when all the sinners in hell we see are the worst of the worst who would have never gotten in even if it was fair.

For the "Heaven is bad" plot line to actually work, you need people who were just one sin away from Heaven, who would've gotten into Heaven if circumstance hadn't forced them down a path that stole it from them. You need characters who aren't comedic villains but land in the middle of morally grey. Those who deserved to be in Heaven but because Heaven refused to consider their circumstances, they were tossed to burn with people much worse than them. Those are the people who should be your main cast cause those are the people who would actually be impacted by Heaven being bad/ Heaven lying.

Angel dust, for all his trauma, was still part of the mafia and likely had killed people before (showing to almost take joy in it). Husk became an overlord and gambled souls, so he had to have had blood on his hands before hell. Alastor is a serial killer, and the list goes on and on. Sure, these characters are (somewhat) interesting, but they don't make for good characters to have when the key plot line is that Heaven is a scam. Even if that fact is true, none of them were ever going to get there in the first place and this is something we also se in every single background sinner shown in Hell too. They were never close to getting there, so why would they or we care that Heaven is bad when all sinners are shown to be horrific people who are at best in the dark grey area of morality.

If you look at it from the "angel's are unfairly killing sinners" route, it still doesn't work. If the angels are killing them, what makes it different then the sinner on sinner violence that hell is full off? Why is them dying by angels this bad thing when they are just as likely if not 10x times more likely to get knifed in the back by other sinners in hell the other 364 days, especially when everyone here apparently is just as horrible as the next person. You cannot condemn the angels for killing demons and then make a joke of out sinners killing each other and never show sinners who doesn't want to kill people. Life either matters or it doesn't and when the main cast doesn't even show a care for life (outside of Charlie's who's entire flaw is her naivety), why should the audience.

On top of that, Vivzie's whole overpopulation aspect and the Heaven plot line would connect better if she actually had people like those I mentioned above, people who stole to survive but got tossed out cause stealing is technically wrong, people who killed another to protect someone else but were still sent to hell because even though they saved that person's life that person wasn't supposed to be saved, people who passively engaged in sins but never really did anything harmful under them. This would add into how Hell is so overpopulated and highlight why its so important that Heaven is evil/ why Charlie's plan isn't just a naive pathetic fever dream.

In the end, Vivzie should have never made Heaven the central plot of this show nor tried to assign this blatant good vs evil to that conflict. Neither her characters nor her writing choices are able to respond to this conflict in a way that will end or even tell the story in a satisfactory manner.

[brainlicking]

Dukeceit Week (spicy edition) day 2 - Public Sex/Voyeurism

Why yes, Remus did bring in a whole bush into the bathroom to play peeping-tom on Janus. What else do you expect from him?

Image ID under cut.

[ID: An illustration of Janus and Remus from Sanders Sides. On the left, Janus is in a "clawfoot" style bathtub, where instead of the namesake clawfeet, they are golden snakes. The tub is white with a golden rim. Janus is laying back relaxed, covered up to his chest with bath bubbles, his human eye is closed while the snake eye is peeking open, knowingly looking off to the side at Remus.

On the right, Remus is peering out of a green bush with a pair of binoculars, directly at Janus. He has a wide, sharp-toothed grin and there are twigs and leaves sticking from his hair. The binocular lenses are yellow.

The background is plain white with a light green circle beneath Janus and a light yellow circle beneath Remus.

End ID]

@imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper

[uncanny-tranny]

Passing as a trans man is a nuanced and complex topic, but one thing I have been noticing as somebody who is a cis-passing (white) trans man is the way I'm treated when there is conflict.

I've noticed that in conflict, people are almost meek around me, willing for me to try working with them up until a woman is involved. When a woman (or, really, anybody who the other party assumes is one) is part of the conflict, they direct all their anger and rage to them. It's fucking insane the way a woman is treated when there is conflict, even if it isn't her fucking fault. These people are fundamental cowards for seeing my manhood as the only reason they can't be openly hostile to me, but it reveals a lot about how a misogynist thinks on an almost primal level.

I'm watching the women and people around me I care about being torn apart by people, and that's unacceptable. I can't sit around to watch it, and I don't want to do that. I need other people to perhaps read this and remember to not stand by if there is something that you can tangibly do to help, even if it's to lend a listening ear or let the person vent.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[arsenicflame]

this is the beginning of something for them you cant convince me otherwise

[un-pearable]

as true as the jokes about “everyone wants to rewrite ninjago” are i feel like smthn people forget when complaining about the inconsistencies of the show is that…. it wasn’t planned? it’s not like most other animated shows lately - it didn’t start with a deeply fleshed out world or a meticulously designed pitch bible with grandiose plans for a long-term story or character arcs. the ninja don’t originally get their powers from heredity because they weren’t hereditary powers yet. the magic system doesn’t make sense bc they literally just made it up as they went! they go back and forth on stuff like whether non-elementals can learn spinjitzu bc it’s a collaborative piece of media made by people with vastly different levels of control over the story, the animation, the sets, etc. that varied over the course of the series. it’s totally understandable and exciting to see so many people reworking the early stuff with the lore and logic later seasons introduced but i personally feel that… if you’re doing that. you need to understand why the show is like that instead of writing it off as being bad and shitty. it was working with what it had. it’s only what it is now because of that awkward troubleshooting phase, not in spite of it

[schrano]

"Siffrin? Are you alright, bud?"

Fanart of Siffrin from @cinnamin-is-a-star's Villain Siffrin AU fanfiction To Extend Our Reach to the Stars Above Chapter 11.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hanahaki disease TW:mention of death

Sae Itoshi - purple iris: -Sae knew what would have happened. -Sae knew that this kind of feeling would lead him astray from his true objective. -That's why when he woke up one morning and between vomit and blood he saw a purple iris he wasn't surprised at all. -It was you that sparked that little flame in Sae's chest, the flame he last felt when he was just a snotty kid hoping to become the best striker, it was just a matter of time. -He was dumb then and he is dumb now. -How could he fall for the same trap twice? Love won't take him anywhere and right now it is just killing him. -A surgical procedure and like magic everything would go away, the everlasting taste of blood in his mouth, the purple flower choking him every three hours, his feelings for you… -Sae knows it all, but he can't, he doesn't have the will to do it. -How could Sae extinguish the little flame that is melting his cold heart? He never felt better even with his life at stake. -Sae know-it-all also calculated his chances with you: 1%, he doesn't want to be too negative. -But the possibility is still big enough for him to keep trying, to wake up and vomit, hide at practice to cough those beautiful purple iris. -But he is also too afraid to make the first move, he still believes to have the upper hand, and the ice king is blinded by his fear. -You'll have to confess fast after he finally makes his move because at that point flowers will be merciless and greedy absorbing his fear like the best nourishment; he doesn't have much to live.

Rin Itoshi - yellow hyacinth -Jealousy is a feeling Rin knows way too well, a constant nuisance in his life. -And right now, when he sees you having fun with another guy that isn't him the green monster crawls his back. -But this time it's not the usual ire he tastes on his tongue, it's a yellow flower. -A yellow hyacinth Rin finds out, the symbol of jealousy, it fits. -Rin is used to having his stomach churning, his mind fogged by ire, blood won't take him out easily. -But here you are, shining like a star in front of him and accepting Rin, virtue and vice; he almost vomits on you. -Rin looks at himself in the school mirror, flowers mixed with blood and spit all over his blouse, a revolting sight he thinks. -It takes good acting skill and stepping up his rudeness to convince you he didn't need any help, please go home. -Rin is a man, he doesn't need the help of anybody, nothing will make him falter. -But his feelings will make him kneel sooner than expected, seems like jealousy makes the illness develop faster than usual, who knows if you made it in time. -For sure the passed out in your arms, drenched with his vomit, blood, and beautiful yellow hyacinth Rin doesn't know.

Michael Kaiser - white hydrangea: -No, Michael didn't expect this. -With his mind full of himself there was no space for you to become an intrusive thought. -Too bad he just vomited on Ness, that now is in panic, just because a camera caught you during his training; for the first time in his life, Kaiser thinks he's a loser. -It doesn't matter how much he teases you, pranks you, literally any action it's to get your attention; you just brush him off and call him a 'idiot kaiser'. -His heart flutters every time, too bad that damn hydrangeas start to climb and scratch his throat, the wave is coming and he has to run as far as you as he can. -Someone that hates touching other low lives, reduced to a lovesick fool that only wants your warm hands cupping his cheeks like someone equally in love. -There is no way he's going to remove the illness, it would be like admitting he lost and Michael never lose, he would rather die. -Exactly what is happening now, at your feet, begging to help, eyes out of the orbits, screaming in agony. -Michael is a dumbass, he won't shout his feelings even in this situation. If you knew how bad it was you would have acted sooner. -A swift motion, you tear the big hydrangea that is choking him, a beautiful one; if the situation wasn't this tragic you would admire it more. -Then you leave a delicate kiss on his lips, feather-like, the pupils of his already wide open eyes dilatates and Michael pulls you away, retch is coming and he feels like his time is near. -"I love you too, Michael" -The last push and everything come out, roots, petals, and even more blood; finally, Michael can breathe again. -Now he'd only like to kiss you again, feel your chapped lips on his equally ruined ones. -maybe after a good bath and a night at the hospital you suggest.

[chiropteracupola]

steadfast sailor, paper captain...

[humanmorph]

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Fero / Panther

i made this as a sort of test to try out if the guide i found actually worked (it does!). pretty happy with the result, so i may just make another one.

(i also took some still pictures of the drawings)

[swaps55]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @daggertongue and @rotschopf-thedrow, thank you!

Tagging @polarlys, @stormikins, @parker-of-loxley, @thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl, if you feel so inclined!

From Mezzo:

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The hold just below engineering is dark and deserted, just like Jack wants it, close enough to the engines to feel the thrum, far enough from the foot traffic she can spare herself the stares of Cerberus’ lackeys. After telling the prick from engineering what she would do to his prick if he made another pass at her, he hasn’t made another trip down the stairs. The yeoman who had brought down the cot had tried to give her a nice, warm, friendly welcome.

She doubts that yeoman will be coming back anytime soon.

A smile can be as deadly as a gun if you believe in it. But Jack hasn’t believed in a smile for a long time, and she always carries a gun.

The gravity well dips sharply, prickling her skin with gooseflesh. It’s not the engines. She looks down in the direction of the cargo bay, curiosity getting the better of her.

Cerberus ship, captained by a biotic wearing a Cerberus uniform who insists he isn’t Cerberus, and seems to be a shitty biotic. The way he fumbles with the gravity well like he’s trying to find a clit suggests either he’s telling the truth, or Cerberus isn’t training their biotics the way they used to.

Like the way they trained her.

At first, she’d assumed this was a ship she’d use and lose at the next port. But maybe, just maybe, she’d stumbled onto a bigger prize.

Perhaps it’s time to really size up her enemy.   

She pushes up off the cot and winds up the stairs towards the elevator. Her stomach growls, the first signs of the appetite suppression from cryo finally wearing off, but now that’s she’s got the thought of Shepard in her teeth, she’s going hunting for a different kind of meal.

[uncanny-tranny]

The hyper-veneration and almost fetishization of the USA's troops have honestly given rise for some of the worst types of people who want power without effort, I think.

It's why you see some entitled asshole troop who think they can do whatever to civilians because we "owe" them for them "putting their lives on the line" or the type of person who thinks they personally will stick it to a random Afghan civilian for what "their people" did on 9/11 (a racist institution fostering racism? Colour me shocked (sarcasm)).

As a US citizen, I'm personally really concerned with this attitude we have toward troops. As somebody who hates the institution of the military, I also hate that it fosters a genuinely toxic mindset - it's much like the mindset that is instilled in cops; however, when you are overseas, the people you harm are not typically US civilians, so people can sweep under the rug the injustice of terrorizing civilians who aren't "like us."

[coldercreation]

wait but what do i even do if i manage to actually finish sad!kitty at some point ??

[sleebyfrogs]

Okay so just imagine like. You’re just a little guy. You have no parents and your grandfather who raised you has always disparaged and disapproved of the very fact that you exist, for reasons utterly beyond your control. People enjoy your presence because you’re polite and charming the same way they enjoy flowers in spring, which is to say in passing and ultimately without any real connection.

And then you meet this guy who is just like. obsessed with you. He always wants to be around you and he derives true joy from it without you having to say anything funny or clever or lie for politeness’ sake. He creates art that he loves of you and because of you. Indirectly, you are suddenly able to put joy and beauty into the world, anything into the world, because you inspire him. You never imagined you would leave any kind of footprint the way things were before, because nothing you had was meaningful or lasting. And he flatters you dreadfully, he tells you how incredibly beautiful you are, and whether you realise it or not, you can feel that at least part of this value that he has found in you, that he has given you, comes from that beauty.

And then one day you meet his friend, who is older than you and cooler than you and a lord, and so witty and eloquent that you struggle just trying to keep track of whatever the fuck he’s talking about (and he always sounds like he knows everything about it), and he’s been this guy’s friend much longer than you have, and he also compliments you on your beauty and so seemingly that is the only quality of any worth that you possess, right? And then he waxes on and on about how it’s the only thing worth having and explains that what you have is actually incredibly valuable and fragile and precious, and that you are inevitably going to lose it and there’s nothing you can do. And also he says all this while you’re having your gay awakening because he’s sweet-talking you in a way you’ve never experienced and it’s uhhhhh it’s something. So then while you’re having a complete existential crisis over this your mutual friend calls you over to show you the most exquisite painting you’ve ever seen in your life and it’s of you. You didn’t know you could be so beautiful to anyone, you didn’t know he could create anything so beautiful, you didn’t know beauty on this level could even be captured in art. And that’s how he sees you, continually, without you having to make any effort to please him? Just to be yourself is enough to have inspired this incredible thing? You might cry. And then you realise he created it here and now and of you because on this particular day of June, you are twenty years old, and young, and pretty, and once you age out of that, you will lose the one thing anyone has ever valued in you, and surely also his interest, and you will be alone again, and worthy of nothing and no one. And because you’re also twenty years old and privileged and inexperienced you’ve never learned any capacity for nuanced thoughts and say things that are incredibly rash and stupid and regrettable.

So I’m not saying Dorian did nothing wrong but I am saying in his position I’d definitely have been a vain and terrified idiot too