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beevean · 3 months
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Dracula and Rosaly accepting Hector in a world that doesn't, and protecting him from commoners who mistrust him. However, Dracula cared about what Hector was - a powerful cursed human who could learn the most forbidden of dark arts, while Rosaly cared about who Hector was - a mysterious yet kind and helpful person.
Dracula denying Hector's humanity to allow him to live among demons, and convincing him he is one. Rosaly appreciating Hector's humanity, but ignoring his dark past.
Dracula filling Hector's head with notions about how God hates his own creations and won't be there to help him (he will :) ) and how power is the one thing that matters. Rosaly being a full, devoted Christian that believes in the strength of mankind so much that she manages to convince Hector as well.
Dracula caring so much about Hector's life that he organized an expedition to find him again, although only not to waste his powers, and ready to punish him in case he had betrayed him. Rosaly caring so much about Hector's life that she searched for him when he ran away from home and was nearly dying after fighting Isaac, because she was seriously concerned for his wellbeing.
He, the mighty Dark Lord, stayed in the castle and sent Isaac. She, a normal young woman, ventured into the forest all by herself.
They both indirectly died because they wanted Hector with them this much.
Rosaly's sole presence dispelling Dracula's curse, his nefarious influence from beyond the grave. Hector musing that he was going to die together with Dracula, until Rosaly saved his life.
Hector being the best General on Dracula's side. Hector being a common househusband to Rosaly. Both of them cherish him, but in such different ways.
Hector being used as a tool and ordered around by Dracula no matter what he thought. Hector being free to be whoever he wants to with Rosaly.
Hector giving his life for them without hesitation. Hector serving Dracula out of gratitude for being allowed to live. Hector saying that he would give his life for Rosaly "without forgiveness or atonement", and technically doing so when he goes on a revenge quest for her.
Hector being ready to let himself die after betraying Dracula, even musing the irony of dying together. Hector being ready to let himself die after avenging Rosaly, because he felt he had no reason to live anymore.
Hector attempting to pay Rosaly with what little he has, his belt, because he can't conceive someone being kind to him without reason - Dracula requested his services in exchange for being allowed to live, after all.
Hector clutching Rosaly's ribbon as he thinks one last time about Dracula.
Hector dressing with his old Devil Forgemaster uniform in the game, the one given to him by Dracula and complete with the crest, but completing it wrapping Rosaly's ribbon to his waist.
Hector rejecting the notion that his old Master was right about humans and judging them, because Rosaly showed him what humanity is actually made of.
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brookiidookiii · 1 day
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my take on butch4butch mkulia for lesbian week
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elsaqueenofstress · 1 year
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the daisy jones and the six series changing the interviews to be 20 years later instead of closer to 40 years feels like such a weird, superficially aesthetic choice, where they get to keep the young, attractive actors (how did none of them age a day except graham??) instead of committing to the fact that these people are only able to reflect on these events because there's so much distance from them and they have perspective now (though it also means that memories are contradictory, contributing to the lack of reliability). it also does a massive disservice to camila, who instead of getting to live a long, happy life with her husband who stated that he always loved her and would always choose her, is basically turned into the second coming of the mother from how i met your mother – a pit stop to give the main, important man some kids to tell a story to before dying so he can be with his real soulmate before they're too old for it to be sexy
i feel like too many people (mainly daisybilly shippers) are conflating the "unreliable narrator" aspect of the book with "oh, no one told the truth about anything so we can make up our own completely different story and have it be canon!" instead of understanding that while there were probably times that the interviewees lied, a lot of what jumbles up their memories is the time that has passed, the weed that was smoked, and their personal feelings toward certain events (why you get daisy and billy gushing over the aurora cover that highlights only them while everyone else talks about how much the shoot sucked) (oh and the fact that reviews are mentioning that the rest of the band rarely appears in scenes w/o daisy or billy?? meaning that the series did what the characters in the book were constantly complaining about and relegated them to backup?? i must laugh to keep from crying) (also if they weren't even going to focus on everyone, why the fuck didn't they keep pete?)
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year
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Drew WWX and LWJ after I finished my rewatch of The Untamed a few months ago. I have gotten marginally better. May this set a benchmark for what to expect from this blog.
Edit: June 2023 redraw
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reflectismo · 1 year
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“I heard a lot of that stuff [‘I’ll Build a Stairway to Paradise’, Paul Whiteman Orchestra, ‘Chicago’] and I think that filled my computer with data. So that when I came to print out later, it was all in there. One of the great things about me and John was we both had that. We talked about some of the songs we liked, and he liked ‘Little White Lies’ … The night that you told me! Those little white lies! I knew that, so it gave us little bonds. That was his print-out. So when we came to write together we had similar print-outs, similar data from our upbringing. People tended to think of John as just a rebel or something; there was this whole other side to him that I liked, and that allowed me to get on better with him than if he’d just been a rebel.”
— Paul McCartney, interviewed in 2019.
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fluffytheocelot · 3 months
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Day 2: Favorite Ship
Tbh I can vibe w the main Carmen ships (like RedCrackle n CarmIvy) but good god do these two own every corner of my brain lol
I absolutely love these two! They r history nerds together!! They’re Red and Blue!! Secret agent and super thief!! AGSJSKSJ—
Ok it was only supposed to be a colored sketch. And then I did linework and it snowballed from there. And now it has shading and an overlay oops. Also my struggles w drawing Jules helped bc I had practice from day one. Go figure lol
This turned out so good I’m so proud of it :)
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All day every day thinking about Julia genuinely loving Ashley and Ashley genuinely being her friend. Julia getting a crush on Ashley instead of Andrew. The way Ashley would react to that kind of attention and validation. Aka she would go insane as usual. Julia falling deeper into love with a girl that keeps hurting her and holding her together and hurting her again. Julia losing her best friend at such a young age, paranoid and sick with anxiety as she goes missing, seeing her face on the milk cartons at school every day. She only has Ashley left. Nina’s body being found, confirmed to be a murder. Julia having nightmares, scared to be alone, haunted by Nina’s death. Hanging onto Ashley no matter how much she mistreats her because she’s all she has left. Sleeping in the same bed after another nightmare when they’re in high school, Ashley holding Julia in her arms, and Julia terrified, trying to keep the puzzle pieces apart. She thinks she can smell blood on Ashley’s hands, even though they’re perfectly clean. The dawning horror of it all. The denial, the acceptance, the fear, the guilt. Is this thing on can anyone hear me
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fraudulent-cheese · 4 months
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MKulia episode 8 redraw!!!!!! the lesbians :D
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yeahimcal · 11 months
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Transmasc and transfem hostility
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marquezian · 21 days
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125cc champion celebrations, Valencia, 2010
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kittlesandbugs · 1 month
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Mustacheless Ortega is about Ortega reclaiming his past appearance because the sad bitter person that looked back at him in the mirror like his father has faded before the euphoria of having his best friend (and/or old flame) back from the dead. It's about realizing that joy outweighs sorrow when you let it. It's about embracing past comforts instead of wallowing in old pains. It is prompted by Sidestep's stupid jokes. It is realized through Ortega's own reflections on himself, his past, and his own hope in the future.
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gabbynyssa · 22 days
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I almost wish Drawfee could take a year off or something without hurting its stability, 'cuz like... Julia's desire to do art for a video game + Jacob's music sounds like a combo that'd have me ravenous for more... But I know Julia would be working way too much for her own good if she did art for a game while doing Drawfee.
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miahasahardname · 6 months
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i will never not be nichuliaposting
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Petition for Stacy Pilgrim to be Julia’s headcanon voice
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picklesinabottle · 12 days
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I just think it's a shame that there are only two joy and olive compilations on youtube
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autisticrosewilson · 2 months
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TMA Excerpt Part 2: Jayrose Edition
Ft. Hunt! Jason, Eye! Rose, dog imagery, suggestive themes, canon typical murder and gore, and a hint of cannibalism as a treat. they're evil and married your honor @perseus-jackass
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Bones crunch under the pressure of his jaws, tender flesh splitting to welcome in his teeth as blood drenches the concrete and his clothes. He'd just washed these yesterday, so at least it's Rose's day for laundry.
The writhing thing beneath him makes an agonized noise as Jason's claws dig into it's soft belly, guts spilling out as Jason rips and tears with wild abandon, lost to the haze of blood and the rushing victory of a successful chase.
The deliberate footsteps become apparent behind him as Rose decides to let him know of her presence. Not that she needs to, he's a Hunter, he smelled her the second she turned the corner of the block. Thick and smokey and almost enough to distract him from the bones he's cleaning with heavy swipes of his tongue.
Almost.
The growl rises in his chest unbidden as she steps close to his kill, but a sharp look and pointed whistle is all it takes to bring him to heel. The noise freezes in his chest abruptly and he straightens his spine like an eager puppy greeting it's owner. He scrambles over to her without bothering to stand, kneeling at her feet with a blood stained grin.
She telegraphs her movements as she reaches towards his face, thumb sliding through the viscera along his jaw briefly before she hooks her pointer finger behind his fully extended canines, playfully tugging at it. He let's her, let's his jaw relax and his shoulders slump forward. Rose rewards him by carding her strong fingers through his hair, unheeding of the gore drying in tacky clumps in his curls.
She clicks her tongue when she reaches the white streaks in his hair. "Should just dye it red at this point." She drawls, smile soft and indulgent, the way one looks at a prized pet whose just knocked over a house plant and rolled around in the soil.
He can't quite speak yet, an almost human noise the closest vocalization he can manage as far down as he is. This is fine, he doesn't need to be present. Rose will take his leash, and he will follow wherever she leads. Let it never be said that he's untrained.
Her now bloody fingers drop to the thick leather collar around his neck, lightly brushing the sparkling eye pendant before backtracking to the ring it dangles from. She tugs once, twice, gentle but firm. "Time to go home." She intones softly.
He nods, only just managing to push himself to his haunches. He towers over her like this, but she leads him easier than even a real dog might allow. A low, constant rumble starts in his throat, getting louder when the finger looped around his collar is replaced by a firm hand in his oversized paws.
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