#SORRY THIS TOOK ME TEN YEARS

[nvvermore]

Hand-holding #43 for Visamie?

43 - raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

Amaryllis wakes abruptly, throwing off the covers as they try to catch their breath. It was a nightmare. It's been a long time since their dreams have taken the horrible turns they used to, thanks to Vissents. With her, their mind is at peace.

But as Amaryllis makes sense of their surroundings, they realize Vissenta is nowhere to be found, her side of the bed cold. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't even bat an eye at the lack of her form curled up next to them. But whatever happened in their sleep— they can’t make out a clear picture of the nightmare— has left them feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Amaryllis slides off the bed, only dressed in a silken nightgown as they begin their search for Vissenta. It’s not hard to find her, of course, their chambers are only so big, and the way the balcony doors are left ajar tells them all they need to know.

They slip through the doors, admiring the way Vissenta’s silhouette is framed perfectly against the dawn light.

It only takes a few silent steps for Amaryllis to cross the small balcony and slide up behind her, wrapping their arms around her shoulders. As they touch her, they feel the tension she was holding melt away.

“Amie…” Vissenta says, the nickname coming out like a content sigh.

“Good morning, cher,” Amaryllis greets, with a kiss on her head. “Why are you out here?”

“Just needed some air.” They don't even need to ask their next question before she’s already answering it. “I had a bad dream.”

Amaryllis frowns, letting out a deep sigh. “Well, that makes two of us. Why don't we get back to bed?” They start to pull away, intending to lead Vissenta back inside, but she only turns, and doesn't move to follow. Now that they can see her face, her expression is serious, deep in some thought that they wait patiently for her to express.

“You know I love you, right?” she eventually asks, her voice soft, but not particularly upset.

“How could I ever forget.” Amaryllis takes her hand in theirs, bringing it up to their lips to kiss the back of it. “I’m endlessly blessed to have the privilege to be loved by you.” They flip her hand over, placing kisses all over her palm, from the very tip of her middle finger all the way down to her wrist. “And I love you. More than anyone or anything else in the world.”

[rillette]

billy art trade for @cloudycera!! 🫡

[jarrows]

you've inspired me to finally learn to draw backgrounds/scenes, thank you for all the wonderful art, i hope you have a good new year :)

Thank you so much!! That is such a kind thing to say, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your words — particularly because I feel like I still have a lot to learn in that arena myself.

In my experience, the great news about backgrounds is: almost everything that makes up a background is a LOT easier to draw than a human person. So, if you already have some familiarity with drawing a person, I promise that with a little bit of practice, constructing backgrounds will be easier than that.

The flip side is you have to learn perspective, especially if you want to draw man-made environments. But don't be intimidated if you're just starting out on that journey! It's a lot less complicated than it seems, and even learning only the absolute basics will get you a long, long way. All it takes is practice 💪

A few resources that have been particularly useful to me is Thomas Romain's notes on perspective and Steve Lieber's explanation of Andrew Loomis's trick for "hanging" figures on a horizon line.

[mayasaura]

ntn spoilers ahead

Question!

I appreciate that you champion Harrow's schizophrenia, and I had a thought that I'd like to run by you. It's intended with full respect for anyone with the disorder, and is also related to the neuro-bio-psych elements.

When Nona, Cam, and Crown are visiting the Captain, Nona hears Varun speak through the Captain. Afterward, she references the incident and realizes that neither Cam nor Crown had heard this happen. I was confused *how* Nona-lecto had that sort of experience, but...

If Nona-lecto is in Harrow's body, is it possible that she's experiencing schizophrenia symptoms? I'm not wanting to imply that it's a full hallucination, though perhaps since Harrow's 'meat' is schizophrenic meat, there are effects. Would mental health/illness be tied to the soul? Personality certainly seems to be, and some forms of memory.

Just rolling this around in my head a bit, and have no thoughts more advanced than this. Thank you for all your theorizing and writings about the books 💀 - heedee

I've been wondering how or if Harrow's schizophrenia effected Nona since the cover first dropped, and literally speaking, the way you're wondering about? I'm still not really sure. Brain stuff is complicated, even before souls are part of the equation, and everything about Nona is already so goddamn weird. I do think Nona is thematically schizophrenic, the same way she's thematically intellectually disabled.

Like the scene you're talking about here:

I think you're absolutely onto something, seeing this as related to psychosis. Reading this scene with that framing in mind, Nona's experience is so clearly about hallucinations. She was just trying to change the subject, and fuck. Turns out no one else heard that! Camilla and Crown's reactions, too.

But to your point about neurobiology, and the relationship between soul and body, it doesn't really tell us much. Nona wasn't hallucinating, because it turned out Judith wasn't just screaming. Varun was speaking to Nona through Judith in the language of a murdered planet, a language that sounds like screaming to human ears. Like Nona's uncanny knack for human languages, that's a product of her soul, not her brain.

We get proof of that later when Nona is pretending to be Harrow, and faking being effected by the blue light. She imitates the way Judith screamed, makes her mouth make the same shapes Judith's did, and her words come out in italics; just like Judith's words that Camilla and Crown heard as screams. She calls for help, in the screaming language she'd heard from Judith, with Judith in the room to hear her, and Varun answers by attacking the planet.

To your question about whether schizophrenia would be connected to the soul or to the body in setting, I don't think there's a dichotomy there. Body and soul aren't separate things, even when they're separated.

Lyctorhood, for example. You'd think muscle memory would be a clear cut case of living in the body. It's muscles. But when Ianthe chowed down on Naberius' soul, she got his reflexes with it. His swordsmanship, his stance, his training. The soul brought the body with it. And when Harrow literally cut Gideon out of her brain, it removed Gideon from her memory even when her soul was elsewhere. She spent half that book in the River, but didn't remember Gideon until her skull construct failed and her brain began to heal. So I would say that, just like memory, it's both. Harrow's schizophrenia is tied to both her soul and body, and there's not really much point in trying to separate the two.

[backhurtyy]

peter in a shirt that says "spiderman in the streets. spider-menace in the sheets" in comic sans. +bonus if the on the sheets side it is just a photo of him hoarding all the blankets. (The shirt was a gag gift but you can decide who got him it)

screaming over this. also i think it would be so funny if mj got it for him and then he wears it to work one day and miguel sees it and his face does this weird thing and peter's like ???? but then miguels asks, "is that true?" and peter goes ...ah. i see. and just responds SO SMUGLY "i don't know, why don't you come and find out?"

cut to them taking a nap and peter has stolen every single blanket from miguel.

[himexyandere]

Do you have any nsfw headcanons of what leu would do for mc after she had a bad day or she’s a bit frustrated?

I don't, but I can make a few right now!

It goes without saying, but Leumin would rather swallow a ladle full of cinnamon than see his partner upset

If he can help it, then he would do his utmost to make her day ten times better than it had been by acts of service and whatnot

First, Leu would offer to run a bath, cook dinner, and then binge watch one of their favorite shows

After all the selfcare has been taken care of, you better believe he wouldn't hesitate to get on his knees and eat her out until she can't stand anymore

Or better yet, have her sit on his face so he can pass out from a lack of oxygen by tongue fucking her to heaven and back; whatever it takes to make his beloved happy and content again, he'd do anything

He isn't the best at giving massages, but his hands are strong so as long as you point him in the right direction, he'll happily massage whatever soreness his partner has away <3

[garaviel]

@vampgf tagged me to make yourself in this picrew! Ty!!! I love all the options in this one!

Tagging @ramikadyc @n7viper @bastila @chaotician @grin-unsettling @aelyosos @karthonic @leviiackrman @elfgremlin and whoever wants to make yourself/an oc/ whatever lol

[swervesbar]

can we see your sp[ider

Sure thing buddy! :D Here's my favorite picture of her eating a waxworm like it's a giant hotdog

[mhaynoot]

Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people 🎶

I've been tagged by @yukarishoodie in this post. gonna do a new chain too so it doesn't long post and also using a split between my on repeat spotify playlist and my youtube mix which is a bit more accurate in what i'm actually listening to

In My Dreams by Red Velvet

1863 by MZ

CASE 143 by Stray Kids

犧牲意志(희생의지) by MZ

Devil by the Window by TXT

Loveit feat. Hatsune Miku by PinocchioP

EVE by P*Light

ハツコイソウ / FLG4 (Selfcover) by FLG4

Still in my heart (feat. ぷにぷに電機) by PSYQUI ft. Punipuni Denki

Non-breath oblige feat. Hatsune Miku by PinocchioP

Tagging @yoodokjas @rusquared @ekanatsume @kkomaism @lee-hakhyun @milkmynk @headphonemouse @just-a-fragment @creativename87 @lazyrunawayphilosopher and anyone who wants to join!!

[quintin]

When John Green said “Nerds are allowed to love stuff. Like jump up and down in your seat can’t control yourself love it” he really meant “we’re all a bit autistic here and that’s cool”

[sugarpasteltmnt]

oml you're so good at writing

I discovered The Neon Void a while back and only got around to reading it now and holy-

Kicking the air in excitement. (BRO THE STORYLINE AHHH). It's 2 am. How dare you /pos

heheheh THANK U 🩵 i've been writing for a long time, but this is the first time i've ever published something for other people to read. i was super nervous about it ;w; i'm so glad people seem to be enjoying it ;w;

hehe oh, things are only about to get wilder from here i can promise you that

[softfae]

becky blackwell and her family history

i have this theory abt sxf that keeps bugging me and its that the real head villains are going to turn out to be becky’s family + Damian’s mom specifically. 

now, do i think Donovan isn’t going to be a part of it at all? no, of course not. but i do get the feeling that Melinda is the one actually pulling the strings, with the major help of the Blackwells, possibly Becky’s mother (because of the mother’s club thing that Melinda and Yor are in). Everyone agrees Melinda’s first introduction gave everyone chills and I saw quite a few other people saying that it feels like Melinda is worse than Donovan too. Her cold aura, her lack of emotions towards her son and the way she gave even Yor the creeps? Definitely something there. +we already know that Becky’s family creates MAJOR military weaponry, and it seems like they’re pretty desensitised to how much destruction it causes. Melinda and Donovan could be funding + helping the Blackwells create those weapons, making them even deadlier than before. i mean look at this. 

Both of becky’s hairclips are literally military weapons of mass destruction - a literal bomb and a fighter jet?? for ur 6 year old??? and then of course there was the pink tank earlier too. It’s as if they are proudly claiming it and showing it off like family heirlooms, or a harrowing reminder that their family has this major power, shown even in their 6 year old daughter’s hair accessories and toys.  So obviously, becky isn’t aware of what this really means in terms of her family’s role in the war, and she’s probably been fed propaganda just like Damian and the other Eden children since her birth. So where am I going with this? A lot of fan theories/fanfics include how Damian is gonna feel finding out about Donovan and his involvement in the war, but what about Becky? Becky being told by Anya one day that her parents are both children of war, and then realising what her family has been doing for decades, presumably? Becky and Damian both finding that their beloved friend Anya was experimented on by rich influential people like their families, and now those same parents are trying to start war again? And what if Loid or Yor end up having to target Becky’s family as well, even killing one of them? I know that’s not the mission right now, as Loid is just working to get closer to Donovan to gain information, but who knows at this point. And then if that happens, imagine Anya reading her parents’ minds to find out that her best friend’s family is causing a war and she has to choose between saving Becky’s family and telling her parents about her telepathy, or just letting her parents save the world from a major military company causing mass destruction?  I don’t know what direction Endo will go in specifically, if there’ll be a reveal like that to the kids, or anything at all in the future, but it would be very interesting to watch and probably way too dark for the tone of the show right now, but things are definitely getting darker, with the cruise ship arc and now the recent chapters. I’m really excited to see how it all unfolds, and if Becky and Damian will both reject their family names and legacies in the name of world peace. 

[chryseis]

hi!! im still thinking about your royai week secret kid fic, it was a great take on their characters and just lovely writing :) do you have any particular headcanons about future royai? do you envision them getting together/married, or maintaining their superior/subordinate relationship essentially forever, or something in between? is the tone of your vision bittersweet, tragic, surprisingly gentle and happy? thanks in advance!

Thanks for enjoying that fic <3! It was so fun to write--and difficult too, because it's a bit outside of my idea of their future, but I like to think that they were able to find some happiness together sometime after it takes place. But how do you tell your child that you've killed other children? How do you live with the fact that your priorities will always lie with your spouse before them? I do have some ideas for writing something about them being not-so-great parents, because I do think that they would maybe not be the best at raising children, no matter how hard they tried.

My actual headcanons, however, are quite a bit different. I've read lots of amazing fic, but these are my own opinions--I don't think they should get married--or at least, not for a very long time. To me, this is about more than frat laws--they are committing treason through most of the story, why would they care about breaking one more law, or keeping one more secret? I think it's more to do with their conscience. Is their love more important than their goals for the government? Is it more important than restoring Ishval? It can't be. Riza would quite literally kill Roy and then herself if she thought he was wavering on his commitment to reparation and restoration, and while Roy couldn't wouldn't kill Riza, I do think abandoning her values would be the one thing that would make him love her a little less. I have a lot of thoughts on their resentment on both sides that I would love to fully explore at some point.

My main headcanon is that they have been in an emotional relationship since the war, and that it turns into a physical relationship some time after the Promised Day. I'm sure that there are people in their close circles who are aware of their relationship, but I'm not sure I see them getting married, and I don't really see them ever having children. But at the same time I do want want happiness and hope for them!! My feelings are as complicated as they are!

I like to explore Riza and Roy in different ways, but I suppose I prefer a dignified and sad ending for them. I think they should be involved in the restoration of Ishval--equivalent exchange, right? But would Ishval even want to accept their help? Should they be allowed to ever enter Isvhal again? I'm not sure. I like the idea of their relationship never being exposed outside of their inner circle. I like the idea of them being held accountable for their crimes in whatever way that might look like. Whatever happens, I would want them to face it together--the joy, the fear, the love, the loss. They are such complicated characters in canon, and I can't imagine anything afterwards would be straight forwarded or easy for them.

[bulkhummus]

Do you think Kevin and Carlos got together in DOW? Or do you think that Kevin had feelings for him????? I’m so curious about your thoughts on it after seeing your Earl and Cecil drawings.

What interests me more about this scenario, is Carlos lying by omission, and deciding what’s best for other people without consulting them first.

He does this to Cecil, and also to Kevin. Which is interesting.

I think all Kevin really wanted was a friend. He was alone. And you can love a friend— can be in love with them too. Losing a friend sometimes hurts more than losing a lover. And here comes Carlos, who is not great at communicating but very available to be there for Kevin in that capacity. And Carlos couldn’t leave him, like literally— but especially if he continued to feel he had important work to do there, and could build a life — so it was a safe relationship to indulge in too. And even if Kevin wasn’t really sure how to have a healthy friendship, and ultimately a relationship, (ie. talking over and being dismissive of Carlos, encouraging him to unhealthily indulge in work etc etc) I think it never occurred to him that Carlos would leave. And he does. He leaves. He writes a sad letter, and he makes his own peace, and leaves without having to deal with the consequences of this supposed friend of ten years that he just hurt. If I were Kevin— I’d be devastated, livid, and wondering what I could have done differently.

And then with Cecil— Carlos says that he is ‘sparing Cecil the pain’ of knowing he was there for a decade, but in reality, it’s Carlos deciding that it is information that Cecil didn’t need/ doesn’t get to have. That’s context that Cecil doesn’t have access to to apply to their future relationship, and the town tbh, every time it creates more problems for the two of them, because Carlos won’t/doesn’t want to/ doesn’t know how to talk about it. Despite Carlos’ pure intentions, actions have consequences, and lying by omission is still lying. Even traumatized, even through grief, how you behave with people is still your responsibility— and It Devours! shows us plain as day that he is not handling his grief well.

The thing about the year apart (or ten respectively) is that they both needed to grow as characters in a story. Cecil needed to be more independent, and Carlos needed to find purpose outside of his job. At this point in their relationship, they both were proceeding as if they would continue to be together— which is why Carlos omitting this info, to me, is complicated. It’s the very new relationship quandary— you’re not thinking about your life as part of a larger whole which is ultimately what happens if you marry and if you choose to begin a family.

If, hypothetically, I was in Cecil’s position, and found out that my partner, who has trouble articulating and processing emotions, spent 9 years longer with someone I hated because they took over my home town and hurt my cat and stole my job, and happened to look a lot like me, and became close enough friends with them that they had to write a break up letter, I would feel betrayed.

Even if nothing happened, lying about it makes things seem WORSE from Cecil’s pov. And outside of the drama of ‘did they hook up— did they catch feelings’ it doesn’t matter — Carlos lied. And it’s delectable. Carlos not thinking its important for Cecil to know that Kevin was there, or how long they were together, can mean nothing to him — but because he chose not to tell Cecil, schrödinger’s Anything could have happened— cheating, emotional cheating, nothing— so while he was well within his personal right to do so (for whatever reason that is valid for him) he didn’t account for other people possibly being hurt by that choice, or losing their trust. And this ofc, is all my own bias/hc’s BUT I do think that really Carlos is protecting himself by not telling Cecil. When in media has ‘sparing someone [insert devastating info]’ gone well? Almost never. Especially because it creates a morally gray area that makes it difficult to pinpoint what it is that is upsetting. Ugh its so GOOD.

So— one abandoned for the other. Cecil and Kevin are both the one and the other. Truly each other’s double. It’s so good. And I think they both deserve an apology from one scientist.

(i do think kevin tried to hit that tho, for himself, but also because carlos was cecil’s boyfriend but— like 109% sure he tried and carlos just Didn’t Get It)

[arthur-r]

as usual i am up late into the night planning my future when i should be: getting a good nights sleep so that i even have a future!!

[pastelsandpining]

Hey babe, can you do something for me where Zelda flirts her way out of a situation with Link? He is supposed to guard her or something, no-nonsense face and all, but she really needs to get out.

i rise from the grave to continue my long abandoned requests,,,,,

a date for your thoughts

Masterlist | Small Drabbles

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Honestly, Link should have known better. 

He was no stranger to being flirted with. As uncomfortable as the attention could make him, the title of Hero came with no shortage of admiration–borderline worship. Most of it was innocent and in passing: simple comments here and there about what a “fine young man” he was, or about how he looked “so good” in his Champion’s tunic. Harmless. Easy to ignore. Occasionally, though, the unwanted attention would grow into something…bigger: endless attempts to speak to him, or trying to present him with gifts, or making…more comments than necessary about how he would be a “wonderful companion” (something often accompanied by a wink that made him think they weren’t referring to his loyalty). 

That didn’t mean he was used to it; it certainly didn’t mean that he agreed when other knights patted him on the back with some variation of “lucky kid, getting all the praise that comes with Hero,” either. Link wished he could tell them that he didn’t want it, that the title made him a little sick–but that wasn’t entirely true, because he would never wish the weight of the world to sag anyone else’s shoulders. No one should have to bear the burden that he did, even if it was a stupid thought because several others already did. 

It was most obvious in one; the apocalypse weighed heavily on the shoulders of his charge: the crown princess of Hyrule. 

He knew her well. Princess Zelda did not interact with him much unless she couldn’t get around it, but he had spent months watching her (because it was in his job description), and it baffled him how no one else seemed to see how hard she tried. It wasn’t her fault that the Goddess was silent. He felt a little bad for her–but he knew her well enough to know she didn’t want anyone’s pity. 

She was, quite pointedly, one of the few people that hadn’t bothered flirting with him. It wasn’t that he was keeping track, aside from remembering who he needed to avoid at all costs, but he knew it was due to how much she disliked him. Yet, that wasn’t entirely true either, was it? Because when he caught her looking, it was never at him. It was at the hilt of the sacred sword peeking out over his shoulder–and her expression made it hard to believe that he was the thing she hated. 

She’d never given him much attention before, and he didn’t mind that. It was nice, to not be stared at and admired for once. He even sort of liked how dismissive she was, because there wasn’t any chance of there being fabricated niceties that wouldn’t be there if he didn’t have the title of Hero. It was…refreshing, almost.

So when she abruptly turned to him one day just outside of the Gerudo Canyon Stable, her green eyes bright and glittering, he really didn’t know what to expect. It certainly wasn’t for her to blink at him and say,

“Sir Link, I’ve a favor to ask of you.”

Link stopped in his tracks immediately, keeping that three-step distance between them that very suddenly didn’t feel big enough. He nodded, just enough to signal that he was listening, because the heat was making his mouth dry. 

“Walk with me,” she instructed with a nod of her head. Maybe his hesitation was evident, because she offered him a smile and gestured to the empty space beside her. “It’s difficult to speak to you when you’re behind me.”

She’s never had a problem with that before.

He couldn’t refuse a direct request, though. Not when it came from her and wasn’t putting her in the way of any harm. So, Link stepped forwards and they continued their walk through the canyon side by side. Their horses couldn’t traverse the unsteady sands of the desert, not to mention the unbearable heat, and so they were on their own from here. Curiously, he watched the princess by his side, noting the way she looked at everything in fascination. Her eyes were fixed on a particular point above them, on the canyon wall–a purple clump of something.

“It must be nice to be admired.” 

Her statement had Link drawing his eyes slowly back to her. Her expression had slipped into something a little more forlorn. A little sadder.

“The way people speak of you… It’s as if you can do no wrong. They love you; love all that you stand for. What is it like?”

She turned her head, her gaze holding fierce to his, and Link didn’t think he could blame the heat for the lack of moisture in his mouth anymore. He wanted to tell her that, honestly, it was awful. That he didn’t like the attention, that he would rather be known as just another knight among the ranks–but what if she mistook his words as ungrateful? He knew just as well as she did that she was struggling to earn the acceptance of her people–of her father. 

“It’s different,” she continued in his silence, “the attention that I receive. It will never be genuine, I fear. It’s about my status, or my physical appearance, or…the powers I’m supposed to have, and never about my accomplishments or–” She cut herself off with a sharp inhale of frustration, but he knew what she meant. They were never about her, just what she was supposed to be. That was the difference between them, he supposed: he’d already become who he was supposed to be. 

“My apologies, Sir Knight,” she said, shaking her head. Her cheeks were flushed. The heat? Maybe. “I didn't mean to– I, well, I suppose I just crave genuity, is all.” Didn’t they all?

Her eyes slid his way once again, a little sly and a little curious, and Link swallowed. He was about to be in a load of trouble; something in the depths of his being warned him so.

“You have been around me longer than anyone,” she observed, tilting her head. “What do you think of me, Hero? Honestly, and I promise no harm will come to you.”

She stuck her pinky out towards him, and Link blinked at it in utter confusion. Was this the favor she’d wanted to ask of him? She wanted to know what he thought of her? Well–he would certainly get in trouble if he answered honestly, regardless of her pinky promise. He also knew a little better than to touch her. 

“Please, Link?” she asked, her hand falling limply back to her side. She didn’t use his name very often.

He was a doomed man either way. 

“Honestly…” he began; it was an effort not to wince at how his voice sounded. Honestly, he thought the world of her, and it was hard to see how other people didn’t. “I think you’re brilliant, Princess.” 

It wasn’t the safest choice of words, but he kept himself from saying anything more, just in case. Zelda’s eyes widened, and he was certain the red on her cheeks wasn’t just from the heat. He must’ve taken her by surprise. But her smile was curving into something far more mischievous.

“Are you…flirting with me, Sir Link?”

Her accusation made him stumble, his face flushing and eyes flying wide. He stuttered out in protest, but something had just sealed the nail in his coffin because there was no coming back from that, no matter what he said or did. She didn’t seem angry at all though, oddly enough. No, she seemed amused, trying to hide a laugh behind her hands. 

“I- I’m not-” he tried again, and if there was ever a time where it was convenient for his words to fail him, it wasn’t now.

“I’m flattered,” Zelda said, and he could have sworn she’d stepped a little closer. No, she was definitely closer. She was looking at him, her head tilted, and he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her fingers brushing against his hand. “You know, plenty of people would love nothing more than to go on a date with the Goddess’s Chosen.”

Link was at a complete and utter loss. “Do- do you want–?” he stammered, because he wouldn’t believe whatever answer came out of her mouth. She seemed to light up at his question, but she stepped back and brought a finger to her chin.

“I’ll tell you what,” she began, her eyes climbing the walls of the canyon again. “I need one of those Rushrooms for my research. If you can climb up and get me one, then you’ll have earned yourself a date.”

Her smile was radiant, and Link? Well, Link was an idiot. He really should have known better. When his feet hit the ground again, purple mushrooms in his hand, she was gone.

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part 2? maybe?