#he's so relatable and adorable

[acewitch-writes]

I was skimming the books to freshen up on canon, and I have been noticing a trend with Remus in DH where he tends to start shouting or speaking too loudly when he is overly excited or nervous and I think that is the cutest thing ever omg I love him so much

[luckyartdrawer]

Eclipse was a little late, but he finally found a candle to celebrate your birthday with!

(It turned out to be one of those joke candles that never blow out...)

vvvv Yapping and extras below the cut! vvvv

Sketch and Close up

Alternate sketch colors

I don't know why exactly I really like the glowy sketch version, but even if it doesn't even look like the outline stuff the vanny mask adds onto things in the dlc, it reminds me of it lol

I think it's neat!

I recently saw this art post where they drew and mentioned cannon Eclipse barely getting love and I immediately agreed. I just had to contribute ASAP. Gotta give this kind robo man a forehead smooch. v3v

I don't mean for the image to come off as entirely creepy, I just wanted it to feel like you've been staying in the dark plex with your best buddy eclipse! Stuck but at least not alone. :)

Plus I gotta let the creepy robots be creepy sometimes. It makes the sweet personalities feel even sweeter imo :P

[notbecauseofvictories]

I've seen that "the immortal loses their loved one but not their loved one's family; what if the immortal stayed close, followed them down the generations?" post a dozen times, and I understand it's intended to be sweet---but every single time I see it, all I can think is that it's straight-up the beginning of a horror story.

[boredomsbonedeep]

james sirius potter!!

he acts like a cool guy but he's 100% embarrassed himself a trillion times in front of alice

[merakiui]

Siscon rollo is all fun and games until he gives you a surprise virginity check only to find you stuffed full of dragon cum 🤷‍♀️

Pulling your panties aside to check if your hymen is still intact and if you’re still tight as a virgin, but he’s greeted to the obscene sight of cum drooling from your pussy, sticky and stringing from your folds to the fabric of your panties and ohhhhh!!!! OTL Malleus who literally just came inside you fifteen minutes ago. This is unacceptable behavior. >:( how dare you parade around with that monster’s seed inside you!!!

The only logical course of action is to pin you down and scrape all the cum out of you with his fingers until you’re clean again, all while lecturing you on how imperative it is that you steer clear of foul mages, especially Malleus himself. :) he will not allow his dear sister to fall into the clutches of that beastly mage!!!

[iridescent-serpent]

Just wanted to say thanks again for the art (*/ω＼) liking that Starscream is basically living as a hoover and sucking up years-old crumbs for sustenance, but yesterday I feasted. Thank you for the food!!

Sorry for taking so long to reply to this!! Wanted to feed u some more but I wasn’t having any ideas at first!

But! I did do some doodles of ur little Bayverse Starscream meets G1 Megatron :)! [blame any inaccuracies on not having refs when I was drawing em]

[russell-crowe]

S06E10: wilson

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[meraki-yao]

Papá Taylor with his two babies

[iam-tryingmybest]

In the majority of the Httyd franchise Snotlout is trying so hard to be what he thinks people want from him. Which is why I love his development in rtte so much because he is always so scared of being unimportant to people but then he has to actually confront his deep fears and anxieties and reconcile with parts of himself he pretends doesn’t exist. And then he is able to see that he desires his own approval over the approval of others even if the two goals overlap occasionally. Then he is able to become the best version of himself and the best version of him is the one that is kindest to himself

[totoochristianwolff]

Lemme just share some particular quotes from this recent Toto interview/article that kinda hit me and/or I felt struck by:

"I don’t feel pressure as it’s my comfort zone," “That’s not a macho sentence because I feel awful and vulnerable at other times, which is more related to life. I’ve always had mental health struggles, but that’s because of my upbringing. That’s why my professional frustration doesn’t come anywhere near those other experiences I went through.”

“We all have to carry our baggage,” “and what I perceive as trauma and humiliation as a child wouldn’t move the needle for someone who grows up in Syria or takes a boat over the Channel to survive. We shouldn’t be feeling sorry for ourselves.”

"Are his mental health problems related to such pain? “When you go through hardship as a child, and you can’t process it, it comes back. In really tough life situations – death, illness, separation – it hits me. It never has anything to do with business or sport."

"Have there been times when he found it hard to even get out of bed? “Yes, yes. There are times where you just need to survive day-by-day mentally. I had spells of it over all my adult life. My best friend killed himself when I was around 30. These things are very difficult and I think of him all the time. But you have to make peace with it."

“I want to destigmatise mental health. That’s why I’m speaking about it.”

"He smiles when I ask if he has made peace now with his struggles? “It became much easier since I went past 50. I don’t know if you read [Arthur] Schopenhauer but he basically views all life as constant suffering. The closer you get to the end of suffering, the better. I feel that relief. I’m over halfway there.”

[bobfloydsbabe]

i’m writing a bob reynolds fic 🤭

[starleska]

while i was away i picked a new show to try at random and oh gosh...Mr. Adrian Monk 🫠💖🫠💖 he is just so wonderful. one of the prettiest smiles i've ever seen. you could just drown in those eyes 🙈✨

[joogios]

I’m thinking about Marley dehumanising against Eldians from Paradis as “Island Devils” yet their famed Eldian War Chief Zeke is dragged through the city and cheered and has flowers thrown at him, I’m thinking about how Zeke despite being everything Marley wanted in a man and a Commander was still dehumanized as an Eldian, only he was elevated to an idealised, inhuman half machine half god instead of a base animal, as if no matter where he went he could not escape the fact that he is who he is.

[robygoonn2]

was reading a thingy about narry and like

i kinda like how we can relate more to him than Stanley even though he's the "normal 9 to 5 worker" guy, which most of us probably r, but Narry just like...I dunno how to put it but when u see the things he talks about/goes through in the game, it's more exaggerated or just seems bigger and more extravagant but really it's kinda not?

heres some things he went through/ talks about/hates/fears that i think a lot of people can relate to in one way or another:

°He hates the thought of being forgotten or not being able to make a name for himself in some way

°Cares about what others think and puts on an act with different people, wanting to seem better and bigger to seem supior

°Defends himself when he feels vulnerable and scared

°Gets scared with the thought of someone having more control over him than he does himself

°People pleaser

°Doesn't like being alone with his thoughts

°Likes losing himself in fiction

°Wants attention from people he likes/loves but is too scared to shatter his ego to ask for it

°Wants to keep up an ego to seem powerful

°Jealousy but I mean...it was with a bucket tho...I would be jealous to..

°Rambles a LOT

°Feels like he needs someone to listen to him to seem "real"

°Trauma

@tides-of-time and @s0lk thank u for the rambles it helped 🙏🙏🙏

[youareunbearable]

Its late and im tired so please excuse if this doesn't make sense but lately, I've been thinking about Angry Aredhel must have been

Like realistically, when has this woman made a single decision about her future for herself, and in the few times when she did, when did it not end in tragedy

She must have been so angry, so frustrated and wrathful at her lot in life. She was meant for other things, greater thing! She was a disciple of Orome, the Maiden in White, one of the best hunters in his group along with her cousin.

Yet here she is, caged and trapped like a pretty little canary in a wire house. Stolen from her purpose because of her eldest brother's blind loyalty, her father's stubborn pride, her second oldest brother's blinding grief, and her baby brother's terminal bravery. She's across an ocean, escaped one cage for another by her tormentor and abuser posing as a husband.

The bastard won't even name their child.

She must have be so angry, stuck in that endless darkness, the forest must be such a familiar landscape but so different, twisted and wrong like looking into a warped mirror.

Shes grieving outside her "home" one night, having managed to convince the trees to part their branches just enough that she can glimpse a star or two so she can bask in the starlight. Its been a year since the birth of her son, and nothing has changed. Eol won't look at the boy, and she can feel herself drifting. Without the ability to see the passage of time, without the Light of the Trees or with the Sun and Moon chasing each other across the sky, things are blending together and she feels adrift.

At least when they crossed they ice, they were able to watch the stars move across the endless dark.

The starlight warms her skin, as weak and distant as it is, so she basks. With her eyes closed and face tilted up she feels like a lizard in the mid day sun. Behind her, she hears a noise, a twig being deliberately stepped upon. Aredhel whips around, raising her glowing lichen lamp, wondering if its her husband or one of his servants come to take her back. She feels a little feral at the idea of being dragged away from the pitiful starlight.

A wolf, with a pelt as crisp and clean as the snow dusting Himring's mountain top, slinks into the soft glow. Its fur takes on an almost sickly colour in the green luminescence. The wolf settles at the edge of the light, resting on its haunches as it observes her.

Aredhel thinks she's beautiful, for it is a female wolf. Even in the weak lamplight the beast's silver eyes seem to glow on their own, piercing her very fea and enticing her to come forward, to come closer. There is a power within the she wolf, one Aredhel craves.

The white beast introduces herself as a member of Orome's hunt, and Aredhel believes it, for the she wolf looks like the perfect hunter. The wolf asks her what she, as a fellow hunter, is doing out so far away from her kin and cub.

Momentarily surprised by the ability to speak, for not even Huan can speak so freely, Aredhel responses. She shares her desire for light, her frustration with her "husband," and how she wants a different life for her son. She never wanted this, and she wishes she had the ability to take control of her own fate.

The wolf is sympathetic to her plights, and offers to help her free herself and her child.

"You do have the ability to change your own fate, young one. Asking for help is something no one else could have done for you."

So Aredhel leads the wolf back to Eol's house. They walk through the entry way, both hunters are silent as the dawn as they go. Aredhel heads towards the master bedroom, but hesitates at the door. She can see Eol on his side of their bed, snoring lightly as he does. She hesitates, seeing a vision of what will happen once he realizes she's gone. Fire, doom and death follows her, poison and a flash of fang would flicker in him before he strikes her down for disobedience, for stealing away the son he won't even name.

The wolf nudges her aside, ghosting past her into the room. Aredhel's throat closes up and she slinks away, heading towards Lomion's nursery. She leaves to go strap her sleeping infant son to her chest, then grabs some supplies from the kitchen in a bag. Not even hearing a mouse skittering in the walls, let alone her wolf companion, she steels her nerves to check the master bedroom one more time.

As she passes her bedroom, she can see through a crack in the door and her breath freezes. Standing over the now corpse of her husband, maw dripping red from the freshly torn out throat, the white wolf looms. Aredhel stares transfixed, she can almost taste the blood between her own teeth, feel the rush of the kill, ache of her gums as tendons and tissue would rub against them. The wolf turns to look at her, silver eyes wild, white fur stained with her kill. Aredhel feels the air return to her lungs, she feels lighter and free, a little giggle slips past her lips and the wolf peels back its lips and bares its dripping fangs in a smile.

Aredhel leaves the house, fleeing on foot and all the while she can hear the wolf following her, keeping pace and shadowing her in the darkness, and at some points, ahead of her, leading her out of the woods. Running like this, oh she hasn't done this in years!. The wind snapping at her hair, branches and leaves kissing her cheeks and arms, the rush of a completed hunt with another one ahead of her feels like her first real breath in a long time. It feels like days later, and seconds, heartbeats, when she can see the treeline, dawn's hazy reddish glow peaking through the trees.

Aredhel gives a joyful cry and runs faster. That laughter bubbling up inside of her finally bursts past her lips once she breaks the treeline. The sun on her skin is warm and bright and all she wants to do is laugh and cry and scream until her throat is raw and her tears run dry. But she has to keep moving, she has Lomion still with her, and she is too close to the woods to feel truly safe yet. She walks north, and east, not really knowing where she's heading but knowing that she'll cross into her cousins' land soon. As she walks, she soon realizes that she hasn't seen or heard from her she wolf in a while. Stopping, Aredhel turns to look back, but no where can she see that brilliant white coat, or any tracks that look like wolf paws. She squint, looking back at the distant treeline and sees nothing but shadow. She mourns for her companion, wishing she could have wished her well or at least thanked her for her help. She wonders if Orome set the wolf to free her, not wanting to see one of his hunters in chains.

Its about mid morning when she comes across some of her cousins men, and they're horrified. They ask if she's ok, of she's hurt, they take her to a nearby stream even though she insists she's fine, that she wants to see her cousins.

When she sees her reflection she's scared for a moment. All she can see it blood, dried and crusted down her throat, staining her lips and chin. There is red all along the collar of her white dress, her sleeves, but her hands are clean, and so is her son still asleep strapped across her chest. She looks into her reflection, not yet comprehending. Silver eyes that seem so familiar stare back above the red, above the proof of her freedom.

She bares her bloody teeth in smile.