#did he care about his brother at all?

[kiwiaok]

nora is literally insane for making me crazy about a character that has like two scenes in the entire trilogy

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He was just being a silly little guy!

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[amaranthdahlia]

paranormal brothers

WOO finally shigaraki twins art dump lesgoo

first off heres a facial study+headcanon thingy i did of these two cus theyre fun to make !!!

theyre not complete i think..? since i couldnt come up w anymore hcs 😭😭 i wanted more. anhways yeah also ofc things might change btw!

(this is actually a revised version but i dont wanna show yall the old one bc its bad hahdj)

anyways, doodles go!!!

andddd old art from 2022!! which u can tell cus of the age hc lol.(

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Ngl gumball is the type to not fuck around when someone says anything about his gf he's very obsessed with

the tags aren't letting me tell you how gumball literally brought an entire PERSON, probably a dead one of unconscious as a SACRIFICE to a fake cult made by his own teachers and classmates (they didn't take it well)

[jazzy-a]

A cute, random idea I had:

Kaz will do random things to make sure Jesper pays attention when he's explaining stuff (AKA because Jesper has ADHD energy lol.)

He'll spin a coin on the table repeatedly while telling him what he's supposed to do that night at the Club because Jes will get distracted by the table he's at otherwise.

He'll randomly do sleight of hand while he explains an intricate job- something where he makes, like, a pen disappear in one hand and then reappear prob- and do the trick over and over because he knows Jesper will literally stare at him the entire time if he does.

Sometimes he'll tap his cane against something or drum his fingers on it in a weird pattern so Jesper will look back at him when he starts to lose focus in busy places.

(He's ridiculously good at keeping him engaged at this point.)

[beginnerblueglass]

I was telling my sister about Titans, and she was like, “the whole Bruce/Dick/Jason storyline is like the prodigal son story, with the older and younger brothers' positions switched,” and I was like ohhhh???

[lizhly-writes]

hey guys do you wanna hear about my bad idea ahahaha i'm just joking i'm going to tell you whether you like it or not.

anyway! au where jiang fengmian brings back a starving orphan from the streets, and his name is yue qi.

(what happened to wei wuxian? don't worry about it it's fine) (idk maybe he doesn't exist? whatever)

yue qi is strong. yue qi is talented. yue qi tries harder than anyone. yue qi is perfect and you can't even really be irritated at him for it, because he's nice and polite and good-tempered and absolutely everything you could ask for in a da-shixiong.

jiang cheng feels so fucking bad about this. second best even in a whole new au, huh, a-cheng? but it's not your fault. even op protagonist bing-ge couldn't beat yue qi in a fair fight!

nobody knows this, though, so you're just going to have to suffer through the comparisons. it's your mom and your dad and all the little disciples thinking that yue qi is better than you. ooooh, that can't be good for that burgeoning inferiority complex your mom's instilled in you, huh?

but, you know. jiang cheng's going to be sect leader. he's going to need a strong sect. even if his mom fuckin bitches at him for not being as good as yue qi -- yue qingyuan -- then at least he's going to have a strong right hand, right?

HAHAHAHA.

so there are two routes we can go here. for the sake of my early morning ramblings, we're going to go for the more unrealistic one that requires me to jump through more hoops, because i think it's hilarious.

yue qingyuan starts getting more distant as he gets older. going on long nighthunts away from the lotus pier, you know. he stops leading the disciples in morning drills -- or, well, it's less that he stops, and more that he's not around to actually do that.

he's not around a lot.

snide, snide commentary about how yue qingyuan is going to run away to become a rogue cultivator, just like -- (but we don't talk about them). how yue qingyuan's not going to be da-shixiong for much longer. every time yue qingyuan returns to lotus pier, he seems to be more tired, more wound up, more stressed out --

and then everything stops. yue qingyuan comes back one day emotionally catatonic. he doesn't respond properly when people talk to him. unrelatedly (of course it's unrelated), there is some wailing and weeping in the night. some little shidi thinks that somehow a resentful ghost has made it into the pier and alerts da-shixiong about it in the morning.

thankfully, da-shixiong is back to normal in the morning. "i'll take a look," da-shixiong says, and then everybody forgets about it because da-shixiong is back and da-shixiong stops going on those long nighthunts away and everything is fiiiinnnne, don't worry. and if da-shixiong is a bit more brittle after that -- well, you're probably just imagining it.

jiang cheng worries about it. but yue qingyuan never says anything, because that's what yue qingyuan does. he never says annnnnnything to anyone.

of course, there's only so long you can argue with da-shixiong when the plot is coming up. gusu happens. the wens happen.

jiang cheng and yue qingyuan get sent to the wen evil summer camp, or whatever it's called. indoctrination, right?

lectures. drills. meaningless busy work for the sake of beating people down. obedience, and more obedience. there's a wen staring down every class, just waiting for them to slip up. there's one in particular that seems to have it out for yue qingyuan, sharp mouthed and pointy and HAHAHA OKAY, you've probably guessed who this is, haven't you? you're a genre-savvy audience, i bet!

ah, but i'll spell it out anyway, don't worry. for a-cheng, maybe, because jiang cheng can't guess, because yue qingyuan doesn't tell him anything. jiang cheng's out of the loop, on the outside, like he always is with yue qingyuan. don't worry, jiang cheng -- you're not special. he treats you like he treats everyone else.

but ah, that's the problem, isn't it?

jiang cheng stumbles over da-shixiong at night, past curfew, arguing with the wen. or, really, it's not arguing -- the wen is verbally eviscerating him, and yue qingyuan is just letting him. attacks on yue qingyuan's character and talent and everything, and about how yue qi's CLEARLY found a replacement (replacement? what does that mean?) and fine, you think you're so respectable now, of course only a high-bred sect heir is good for you (that jiang-gongzi, do you think he's a better version of me) (is this the version of me you've always wanted?) --

all yue qingyuan says is "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry--"

there's got to be one question on your mind, huh, a-cheng? yue qingyuan seems to know this wen. pretty well, it seems -- those insults aren't generic, this seems personal. why? how?

who the hell is wen qingqiu?

[iamumbra195]

You know what I just realized? Jason Todd is the Dabi/Todoroki Touya of the Batman fandom

[seaweedstarshine]

RIP Krakoa 🌹 I can’t lie I’ve been kinda behind since midway through Fall of X I’m gonna catch up before my first SDCC this summer but I hear Vulcan didn’t see much action anyway. Anyway my hand slipped and I found myself looking into the eyes of my canonically psychotic son the best Summers brother who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life, (he’s done lotsa wrong things but I love him more for it)

[jules-and-company]

one thing about me is that i’m an orestes-electra-pylades defender. if you don’t hear them being defended anymore that means i am deceased

[llycaons]

me and a beloved mewtual going LITERALLY and EXACTLYY to each other as we reaffirm a core part of the story being wwx's overall journey in his social dynamics to stability and security as he goes, not without tragedy and loss, but from a contentious and unsupportive main relationship in a hostile social setting that degenerates quickly into dysfunction and instability and violence to end up with a supportive and healthy and happy life partnership with someone whose main life goals involve taking care of him

[onhoude]

I absolutely love the genius of Nie Huaisang during the final confrontation at the Guanyin Temple.

The man appears and disappears from the story entirely (there's no mention of his whereabouts for pages at a time), only to slightly sway the direction of the confrontation or battle whenever he is mentioned.

He wakes up exactly when Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng had spoken just enough to have the issue laid aside for now (p. 57), and then he simply vanishes from the pages if not for a mention or two, wailing in surprise to see Nie Mingjue's corpse there.

Then, when it looks like Wei Wuxian will succeed in sealing Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang appears miraculously near Su She and Jin Guanyao, only to be injured, despite otherwise consistently hiding behind Lan Xichen (p. 104).

Because of their status as half-siblings, the scent of his blood rouses Nie Mingjue and sets him back up against Jin Guanyao.

It is brilliant how he moves around while being effectively insignificant most of the time.

And his commentary! When rereading the story, he truly reads like a malignant jester.

After melodramatically reminding everyone how he is pitiful and scared of any pains and aches, he wails:

"Why am I so unlucky? Getting randomly captured by Su Minshan on the road... He started out just trying to make a break for it moments ago, too, but then turned around and stabbed me. If I was in his way, he could've just pushed me aside... Why use a weapon?" (p. 109).

'[U]nlucky', 'random', and 'why would he do that?' All things to push the blame to happenstance or others. He didn't do anything but be his usual incompetent self!

And, of course, with everyone on edge, as they had more than enough time to have seen Jin Guangyao manipulate expertly and be aware of how dangerous he is, his final act of tricking Lan Xichen into killing Jin Guangyao is especially striking (p. 111). Sorry, Lan Xichen.

In particular, because this is too direct of an action for Nie Huaisang! The most obvious of his ploys! The situation is instantly suspicious! Everyone knows (or at least highly suspects but is also confused by the idea that) Nie Huaisang did that on purpose!

So, yes, he acted rashly there, maybe seeing his last chance for his vision of revenge escape before his eyes and he seized the first opportunity there was.

This was impulsive! And it only worked because he was so jumpy and easy to look down on!

No, Nie Huaisang's entire plan wasn't openly revealed or even indeed confirmed (though kudos to Wei Wuxian for spelling out every step of Nie Huaisang's actions on the spot), but he let a glimpse out of his malice at that moment and the intent to manipulate the situation to have Jin Guangyao killed was called out:

"To think I'd fall like this, by your hand..." Jin Guangyao spate hatefully (p. 114).

But even though Wei Wuxian and Lan Xichen doubt Nie Huaisang's story, they can't really do anything. Or, rather, it's meaningless to even try. Because just like Nie Huaisang's lifelong reputation as a good-for-nothing is considered an indisputable fact, Jin Guangyao now has an irreversible taint on his character as a manipulative and vain liar that cultivators will be in no rush to see be disputed. Even Lan Xichen isn't entirely sure of what happened, as shaken as he is by it all.

It was also his final act, in a way, because from then on Nie Huaisang had a different reputation for those who were present. There is an unease there: his traces aren't entirely covered! There are now people out there who may be wary of him, could raise questions, or at least see him in a different light now. And genuinely, even with Jin Guangyao's name cursed into oblivion, it's a good thing for Nie Huaisang that those who could potentially call him out may not do so any time soon, if ever.

Lan Xichen goes into seclusion, Jiang Cheng is focused on Jin Ling and Jin Ling himself is already being discredited because of Jin Guangyao's reputation (we also don't know if either of them is suspicious of Nie Huaisang in the first place and most likely isn't), and that Wei Wuxian practically retreats from Jianghu politics with Lan Wangji.

Ah, it's brilliant. I love Nie Huaisang's arc so much, I'm just giddy about it all.

[elliemarchetti]

Offer and Permission

I really wanted to take part in this year's @elriel-month and what better way to do it than kick starting it with this alternative version of Azriel's Bonus Chapter?

Prompt: Hold Tight and Don't Make a Sound

Warnings: explicit language (the same kind you can find in canon material), no beta/proof reading

Words: 1468

Sleep, his shadows whispered in his ear, and even though he wished he could, he kept surveying the empty family room, presents and ribbons littering the furniture. Too many razor-sharp thoughts sliced him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike, too many wants and need left his skin overheated and pulling taunt across his bones, so he focused on other people’s lives, like those of Cassian and Nesta, who hadn’t reappeared downstairs after they left earlier in the night, though that came to no surprise. He was elated for his brother, he deserved this victory, and yet he couldn’t stop the envy growing and snarling and scratching like a beast in his chest. That’s why he remained by the dying light of the fire even when the silence weighted too heavily, hoping his body gave out for at least a couple hours instead of going to his bedroom; he couldn’t afford to get swallowed whole by the unwelcome feeling just as much as he couldn’t give in to the tempting scent of the girl he unwillingly found himself in love with, and whose soft steps were approaching the foyer. When he saw her, faelights gilding her unbound hair and making her glow like the sun at dawn, his breath got caught in his throat.

“I…” she started, then swallowed soundly, clutching a small gift in her hands. “I was coming to leave this on your pile of presents. I forgot to give it to you earlier.”

Azriel knew it was a lie even without the assistance of his shadows. The truth was in the slight tightening of her face, in the fact she waited for everyone to be asleep before venturing back down, where she knew he waited patiently, and in the quickening of her breath as she closed the distance separating them.

The Shadowsinger tried not to look at his scarred fingers as they took the wrapped box, and fought really hard against a vicious smile that threatened to spread on his lips at the though she hadn’t bought anything for her mate but had gotten something for him two years in a row.

The card merely said, You might find these useful at the House these days, and behind the lid hid two small, bean-shaped fabric blobs he recognized as sound blockers.

“No wonder you didn’t want me to open it in front of everyone,” he chuckled, unable to suppress the impulse.

“Nesta wouldn’t appreciate the joke,” she replied, her mouth twitching into a smile.

“I wasn’t sure either if I should give you your present,” he added, the rest of the sentence left unspoken but so heavy he was sure she could hear his voice full of poorly hidden rage utter it in her mind. Because your mate is here, sleeping a level up, and he had been in the family room where I should have been while I needed to stay by the door the whole time because I couldn’t stand the scent of your bond.

Elain’s large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that, just as he knew she was well aware of why he so rarely came to family dinners these days. But tonight, in the dark and quiet, with no one to see, he could pull the small velvet box from the shadows around him and open it for her, he could savour how she sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound, always prone to vanish when she was around.

The golden necklace seemed ordinary, its chain unremarkable, the amulet – a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colours would become visible – tiny enough it could be dismissed as an everyday charm, still a thing of secret, lovely beauty.

“It’s perfect,” she murmured, lifting it from the box. The golden faelight shone through the little glass facets, setting the charm glowing with hues of red and pink and white. Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she softly asked if he could put it on her.

His head went quiet as she kneeled between his legs, and he imagined her in the same position, with her plump lips wrapped around his length, her head bobbing up and down, one of his hands in her hair and the other busy gripping a cushion, or the back of the sofa he was still so stupidly sat on, in a vain attempt to delay his release. Then she turned, exposing her back as she swept her hair up in one hand, so he could slide the necklace around her. With the intent of eliciting a shiver, a physical reaction so he could stop feeling guilty for having one, he brushed the side of her throat and let his touch linger at her nape, atop the first knob of her spine. Slowly, Elain pivoted into his touch until his palm lay flatly against her long, creamy neck. It looked like he was choking her, and by the glint in her eyes, it seemed she liked the idea of him tightening his grip.

A sudden wave of panic rushed through Azriel. It had never gone this far. They’d exchanged looks, the occasional brush of fingers, but never blatant, unrestricted touching. It was wrong in every way, but he didn’t care, so he pulled her closer, until she got up from the floor and sat in his lap, the voluminous skirt of her dress draped over them like petals of a bluebell. His cock strained behind his pants, aching so fiercely he could hardly think, as his hand slid down to the delicate puff sleeve connected to her bodice, pulling it down as much as the fabric allowed, unveiling parts of her skin he had only dreamed of. He traced the round shape of the top of her breast with his thumb, and he prayed she was still innocent, unable to recognize what was insistently pressing between her legs.

“We can’t do this here,” he sighed, as he smelled the shift in both their scents. If Lucien found out, he had every right to defend their bond as he saw fit, including invoking the Blood Duel, an Autumn Court tradition, a battle to death so brutal it was only enacted in rare occasions. Despite being an outsider, Azriel had wanted to request it when he’d found Mor all those years ago. He had been ready to challenge both Beron and Eris and kill them both, only Mor’s right to claim their heads in vengeance keeping him from doing so.

“Then take me somewhere else,” she replied, and before Azriel could reason on how doing so will rip apart any fragile peace and alliances the Night Court had not only with Autumn but also with Spring, Jurian and Vassa, he winnowed the both of them away, straight to the bedroom of his private apartment at the town outskirts.

As she took her surroundings in, Elain bit her lower lip, and finally Azriel didn’t had to use every ounce of his restraint to keep from putting his own teeth were hers had just been. He had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night, when his hand fisted his cock and even his shadows had gone to sleep, so finally kissing her had his eyes nearly roll in his head at the sweet taste. She was like honey, melting like a ripe peach as he cupped her face and held her so close her breasts pressed against his muscular chest. She was on her tiptoes, so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars, such terrible things it was a sacrilege for them to taint her with their presence. His tongue, however… He could have this, her coming in his mouth, all over his face. He would beg on his knees for a chance to taste her sex in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them.

“Yes,” Elain breathed, like she read the decision in his movements. As if she had no weight, Azriel lifted her from the ground to place her on the large bed that dominated the room, her thick brown hair fanned out around her head and her dress lifted just enough to reveal the garter belt holding delicate white silk stockings in place. He felt like Death looming on a lovely fawn, but for once the sounds he wanted to elicit were of joy and to achieve that, to not have her face contort in pain as he entered her, he had to prepare her right.

[grimm-the-tiger]

My FL main went through some really weird, organic development over the...oh god, I think it's been five years since I started playing now.

So my main is named Skadi Larkin. They are a little bastard. They started out extremely 2D; I named them after my favorite Norse goddess and the protagonist of the book I was reading at the time. I originally wanted to make them female like both of their namesakes, but the second I saw the third-gender option, I thought it was too good to pass up. This is where they got their primary base characterization as a mad scientist who wanted to Cause Problems.

Then I started the Nemesis ambition and forgot which option I'd chosen for who I was trying to avenge, so they lost both their lover and their older brother under tragic circumstances (only the lover was killed by Nemesis's antagonist, though).

Then I got an Exceptional Friendship and had to give my tragic backstory in order to gain entry to the House of Chimes. Skadi pulled said tragic backstory (orphaned in a hansom accident) more or less out of their ass, but it did establish that their parents are dead.

Somewhere down the line, I realized that technically Skadi is a linguist, since the Correspondence is a language, and I made that their profession on the Surface as well.

Around this time, I started working on character designs for my fan comic. I got really into messing around with skin tone, and somewhere along the line thought it would be fun to draw Skadi (who was originally white) with darker skin, and it stuck.

Then I abruptly realized I was taking a lot of options that increased my Melancholy, and almost all of them were based on the Surface. So now Skadi has a longing for the Surface.

I left the game for a few years, but somewhere during this stretch of time, and I don't know how this happened, but I decided Skadi was now Native American; specifically, Metis. I changed their design to incorporate a sash woven in a style characteristic of the Metis, which also added a bit of color to their design (which was mostly black or grey at this point).

During this time, I started incorporating Skadi into my fan comic. This would eventually lead me to actually flesh out their backstory in greater detail. When I started playing the game again, I also created my first alt by total accident (long story), and I decided to weave her backstory with Skadi's.

So Skadi is in the interesting position of being an Indigenous person who is what we'd probably consider Two-Spirit today but they'd just call "Bollocks to that gender crap". They never belonged on the Surface, since the Metis are in a bit of a liminal space compared to other tribes due to their interesting background (the Metis are the descendants of French settlers and Indigenous inhabitants, mostly Cree), and Skadi exists in a liminal space within that liminal space due to only being half-Metis and raised primarily in white culture, although they still maintained a connection to it through their late mother. They also never belonged because no one else on the Surface outside of the communities they already felt isolated from would ever accept them for their gender. London gave them a chance to express one of those, but not both, and despite knowing that the Surface hates them just for existing, they still long to return.

[xanas-eye]

Earth did nothing wrong.

That's it. That's the post.

[seleneprince]

Reminder that Senju was raised mainly by Haruchiyo and he knows her enough to predict her movements:

Still not over the fact that for all his mockery and his condescendent behaviour with Senju, he acknowledges how strong she is and even expresses his "dissapointment" when she doesn't meet his expectations.