#just going ''oh god theres two of them''

[landfilloftrash]

He has one mode and it's "tormenting Dresden" (due to a grief and anger unaddressed for 30ish years) almost as always with me; @anotherramblingfangirl for the incorrect quote drawn

[felsicveins]

His heart belongs to another

And no other heart will do

[skitskatdacat63]

Cannot stop thinking about how Fernando was the first one to hug Seb after Monza 2008:

[haunted-xander]

Childe would unironically make a really good Warrior of Light

Like, okay, not only does he get to fight a bunch of ever increasingly powerful enemies (such as several angry deities, an extra powerful combo machine of said deities, dragons almost as old as the star itself, SEVERAL ACTUAL GODS and then some!) but he also gets to team up with a group of (mainly) strong warriors that you KNOW he'd be just dying to spar with (also you can't tell me he wouldn't take one look at the twins and go 'my siblings now').

He's also very loyal, so once he's in with the Scions he is IN ya know? Like he would kill and die for them no questions asked. They're also not really bound by law so he can do whatever he wants and what is the law gonna do? Arrest him? THE Warrior of Light? Don't think so.

(Also if he ever met Zenos all hell would break loose. The entire region is decimated and it's a miracle there even is a region left to begin with. They'd be the best worst rivals in existance and it would be everyones problem)

[nonuggetshere]

I NEED to update my Radiance's gijinka design I stg I have such cool art ideas for her and PK but I am. So lazy.

Two sides of the same coin, equally as awful morally grey people that would maul each other to death if put in the same room, I love them 💜

I need to also focus more on her role in my AU because while I've rewritten pretty much the entire thing she was left behind and now idk what to do with her in the long run oopsie. All ik is that she ends up being mortal or near mortal after her fight with Ghost and Flower and she is Not happy about it, but it's also the only way PK would have left her alive and Flower is big on second chances so now she's just here, bitter and angry and a shadow of her former self (and actually I just didn't have it in me to kill her before I could do something cool with her + I like the potential dynamic she could have with other characters)

[dirt-str1der]

Self shipping is always the morally correct thing to do

[nightmare8-420]

god why dont i feel like a human

[ghostighostly]

I have made. Many mistakes,,,

I've gone from 'eh i never do anything dont worry we can play videogames!' To 'Sorry cant talk i have the next 3 weeks scheduled to the second and am actively having a panic attack. Bye!'

How did this happen? Christmas. And divorce, but that's less impactful.

I will now proceed to rant in the tags gootbye forever.

[cosmic-cd]

thinking about leon again tonight

[gemharvest]

NOOOO RANDOM TOYHOUSE USER YOU FORGOT TO SUBSCRIBE TO THE RAFFLE HOST!!!!!! YOU FORGOT TO SUBSCRIBE!!!!!!! SUBSCRIPTION WAS AN ENTRY REQUIREMENT!!!!! NOW YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE ENTERED INTO THE RAFFLE!!!!!

[nightingaletrash]

Name: Anthony Hawthorne

Clan: Lasombra (2100X Bloodline)

Generation: 10th

Sire: Amicia de Lacroix

Feeder Type: Bloodleech

Dwelling: Seattle

Disciplines: Oblivion, Obfuscate, Blood Sorcery, Animalism

--

Anthony is the newest addition to the 2100X Bloodline and second childe of Amicia de Lacroix. As a student at the local university, he'd been part of a group of friends that enjoyed ghost hunting and exploring old abandoned places. Anthony himself was a skeptic, but hoped to find evidence that would change his outlook. However, one night they found themselves set upon by an unknown stalker while exploring Seattle's underground. One by one, the students were picked off and dragged away into the dark until he found himself alone and lost in the concrete maze.

Soon enough, he came face to face with none other than Madame de Lacroix. Perplexed but relieved to see another human face, Anthony asked if she had seen his friends. Instead of answering him, she promptly struck him around the head with a shovel and dragged him off to where she'd left the rest of his friends.

When he stirred, it was in a shallow grave. Mad with hunger, he clawed his way out of the ground only to be beset by a maddening hunger and his former friends, all as crazed as he was. The starved and frenzied Fledglings cut a swathe through each other until only Anthony remained. Only after he had gorged himself on their blood did he regain his lucidity and realise what he had done. He had little time to process it before Madame de Lacroix emerged from the shadows and congratulated him for his success. He had earned the right to live.

Anthony's role in Amicia's operation has yet to be determined. He is an investigator at heart and is handy at combing the books for inconsistencies, but isn't skilled in actual accounting. His combat skills are unrefined, and lacking compared to his sister, and he tends to be far too amiable to operate as a spy.

Nonetheless, Amicia believes he survived through more than dumb luck and that his skills simply need to find their focus.

--

His feeding style comes from his experience with the Embrace. Having fed on his fellow Fledglings, mortal blood is somewhat lacking in comparison. Amicia has succeeded in procuring him a sustainable blood supply through her connections in Seattle. Namely the Baron; he had needed to keep a Kindred imprisoned but alive, and has entrusted their imprisonment to Amicia. Initially she planned to lock them in their own mind, but now allows Anthony to feed on them to keep them weakened instead.

Occasionally he extracts blood from other Kindred as a form of payment for his services rendered, but for now, his sire's prisoner has kept him sated.

--

Anthony inherited Animalism from Amicia, and with it he was able to keep his pet Bloodhound as his companion and partner. He is also more proficient in Oblivion than his sister, Emily, but more prone to glitches than she is. While less severe than that of a typical Lasombra, it has further added to the debate of the pros and cons of the 2100X bloodline.

[raspberryjellybrains]

I've been thinking a lot lately about Delirium and the way she speaks. She talks around a concept, never hitting it head on but glancing off through a series of metaphors and related concepts that explain things far better than wording them straight might. It's very relatable, and I think that's why I like her; that's how I think.

To me, the world isn't composed of precisely defined concepts but a series of interconnected existences which can all, ultimately, be related to each other. I also experience things in the incredibly specific manner Delirium seems to. I have sensitivities largely untethered from aversions, meaning that while I don't often find things deeply unpleasant or intolerable, I still experience them with an unusual specificity which often defies concise explanation. The best way I can convey certain feelings or experiences is through other feelings, experiences, and concepts to weave together a series of approximations that through their similar and dissimilar traits narrow down to what I'm trying to describe. Delirium does this too, and it's treated as a part of her that's no better or worse than any other. There are those that don't understand and those that do, and those that at least try to are awarded for their efforts because finally and most importantly, she genuinely has something to say. Her speech patterns are deceptively rambling because she takes a long time to say what she means to say, while simultaneously saying exactly it.

Delirium is neurodivergent coded in such a cathartic way because of this. I feel her frustration and joy because I know what it's like to be the person trying to explain something that has no words to assign, asking all of the time if there's a word for what she's feeling as a rhetorical and genuine question so that she can explain something without explaining it and call into question why we feel everything must be precisely laid in the place of as few words as possible. She is incredibly intelligent, but loses track of all of what's happening in a far more obvious way than most because there's just so much to keep track of, which is also very relatable as a neurodivergent person. Without putting labels on the experience, she perfectly captures it. I just... I like Delirium quite a lot, and think she'd be very good at post-modern literature.

[seoksoonhoon]

gonna turn this into seoksoonhoon so badly try stopping me please dont what is this picture SUPPOSED. TO. MEAN.

necessary disclaimer i don't know how a concert works + seoksoon centric (smitten soonyoung)

threw this out in 10min

“No post-concert dinner today?” Seokmin asks, pointing in the (otherwise) usual route to the carpark. His voice is cautious, patient, strong in the same way he sings. Soonyoung freezes, regardless—something that feels a lot like regret, like "oh fuck I didn't tell him"—turning to meet Seokmin’s eyes.

“No, not today, uh–” A cough. “Jihoon and I made some arrangements… have some things to do there–” Soonyoung gestures vaguely in the direction of the waiting room. Seokmin wraps his arms around Soonyoung’s shoulders. Oh, god. His palms are sweaty. This has no right being this challenging, this one sentence—

“We’re gonna get a massage. Yeah.”

(The flourish of his hands, for finality as much as to curb his anxiousness.)

It is rather ironic, if anything—how flustered Soonyoung can get around Seokmin. On any other day, from the past three and a half years they’ve been together, their increasing proximity would be no big deal, but, god, Seokmin was glowing tonight. Seokmin was… is—a ball of indispensable energy.

(And that is definitely, definitely what makes it so difficult today, Seokmin’s makeup still untouched, black eyeshadow still smoky, the sparkles of his eyes accentuated so much more. The moon blasting its radiance in the dark, Soonyoung’s light miniscule beyond compare.

Seokmin’s energy, lustrous. Seokmin’s energy, a ball of fire. Seokmin’s energy, a campfire. A heater in their living room during winter. Seokmin, comforting where he burns.)

“Can I join?” Seokmin then says, tilting Soonyoung’s head up with both hands. Oh, he thinks, god, was Seokmin ever this close, all for him, all within his reach? Their proximity, foreheads almost touching, Seokmin’s hands on his neck, his cheeks, fixing his hair, his smile, his smile—

“I thought you didn’t like massages? That time, in Bangkok like, four years ago, you tried it, and, I– Yeah–” Soonyoung buries his head in the crook of Seokmin’s neck, his face flushing red, head too heavy with the desire to scream. His heart is palpitating too fast for post-concert adrenaline, too fast to slow down now—god.

(He does scream, in fact—but it’s all muffled Seokmin presses him closer to the fabric of the shirt he’s wearing, and Soonyoung is so grateful, so thankful, so, so grateful for Lee Seokmin and his stupid thin black tank top. Fuck.)

Seokmin only rests his head on top of Soonyoung’s. “Relax, Hosa. Concert over. Let’s go to Jihoonie-hyung now, okay?”

Seokmin doesn’t complain at all (grateful) when he thoroughly melts into his embrace, allowing himself to be carefully guided through the members grabbing their stuff and staff members packing up the area. There’s a door which is half-opened, which Seokmin (again, so carefully!) tilts up his head. “Is this the room?” and Soonyoung’s response merely comes in the form of a nod.

“Mmhm. Also, Soonie-hyung, just between you and I, four years ago, ah, I didn’t have you and Jihoonie-hyung yet, okay? I’ll try anything with you both, you know that, right? Love you.” Seokmin presses a quiet kiss to his forehead, a kind of silent appeasement that feeds into Soonyoung's noisy head.

(When they enter the room, shrouded by light, Seokmin moves away to pounce on Jihoon, who greets him with an equally ferocious tackle (and kiss)

Soonyoung thinks—yeah. He knows.)

[bcneheaded]

I love putting artemis in different universes but like.... in every single one of them he's the exact same as he is normally, but just Over There Now you know jfdjgdf which is fine!! but its just funny to me

[vaugarde]

im only 4 episodes in and theres so many characters already wow

[sludgeguzzler]

damn i feel miserable/scared/lonely/gay time to paint my nails