#midnight rambling tbh

[kidspawn]

something about jason being a friend to nico for no other reason than wanting to help him, to befriend him, to protect him. no ulterior motive or malicious intent, just a desire to help out a troubled kid. trusted nico for his character and resilience, not because he needed anything from him. jason sticking up for nico even amongst the other quest members. jason seeing past the stigma of hades and death and the underworld and seeing a kid who needed someone in his corner.

something about nico becoming a friend to jason because of who jason is as a person. not because of who his parents are, or his heroic feats, but because jason was privy to a traumatic event, knew nico's best-kept secret and chose to stick by his side. nico trusting jason to keep his secrets to himself until he was ready for everyone to know, and jason sticking to it with no hesitation. nico seeing who jason was and being his friend because he saw jason's character and compassion.

something about jason and nico being each others first genuine friends. jason and nico chose to befriend one another when no narrative or underlying intentions pushed them together. nico could have hated jason, but he didn't. jason could have been terrified of nico, but he wasn't. they just... chose to stick by each other. jason, whose entire support structure was decided by juno and the prophecy. nico, who had never really had someone choose to stick by his side before.

nico losing his first genuine friend and being so distraught and gut-wrenched, he can't share this grief with anyone else. nico feeling, once again, abandoned by the first person who chose him.

[absolutelyzoned]

big fan of this gender... oohough..

[yume-fanfare]

i can't say i don't get it but i find funny how many hajime and tori Ps don't like or straight up hate fuyume

[dany-is-bored]

No one would convince me that Wednesday wasn't mesmerized when she saw Enid as a werewolf for the first time. How she felt amazed by this big, lethal creature that was her roommate and friend, big and strong enough to knock out the Hyde from her, covered in blood and dirt, with those long fangs capable of rip her throat with ease if she wanted to, imagining those long sharp claws tearing her apart in a blink, fast and brutal and yet so Enid, so this girl made of sunshine and glitter and colors and a bubbly personality that Wednesday not so much despised anymore.

Enid, whose first instinct after transforming for the first time was to save her, to search for her and making sure she was safe. Enid, who hated blood and blacked out after seeing her mood board of gore-y pictures covered in it, hugging her so so hard after everything was done not giving a damn if both of them were dirty and exhausted. Enid, always so bright looking so mad after their fight and yet looking at her with so much worry and relief when they reunited in the end.

Enid, who was the first person to ever been hugged by Wednesday who despises physical contact. Enid, who never gave up on Wednesday and their friendship. Enid, who thinks she and Wednesday work together even when they are polar opposites. Enid, whose absence made Wednesday felt lonely in a bad way for the first time in her life. Enid, who left an indelible mark in Wednesday.

Enid. Enid. Enid.

[pavstars]

rohan x reader drabble

[ crossposted on ao3 @ sinnerspades :3 ]

author’s note: first little drabble posted on here!! eeek it’s kind of embarrassing but i’m sure i’ll get used to it! pardon any ooc-ness and repetition, it’s super late right now. rohan is usually a bit of an asshole lol but i wanted to see him soft...

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You love your boyfriend, really wholly and truly but it’s times like these where you want to wring his neck out and bury him in your (quite huge) backyard.           Rolling over in bed you let your blurry eyes drift over the alarm clock next to your bed, the numbers were bright green against stark black in the darkness of your bedroom. The clock read 1:32 am. And you were alone in bed, big surprise. 

Thinking back to middle school, your math teacher always said there were three constants in life: death, taxes, and A squared plus B squared equals C squared.  But obviously your teacher didn’t know Kishibe Rohan because then they would’ve discovered the fourth constant in life. Rohan, your lovely and wonderful and totally not annoying nuisance of a boyfriend never and truly EVER came to bed before 3 in the morning. How he even survived was a mystery to you and anyone to ever know him.

Alas, there you were all alone, so cold, so sleepy, so dramatic. Having let your eyes adjust to the darkness, you pulled the soft covers back from bed and stood up with a yawn. He was most likely still hunched over at his desk, sketching away in utmost concentration unaware of the time. Flicking the bedside lamp on, you stepped into the soft house slippers next to your side of the bed and went through the door and down the dark hallway to where you could see the dim glow of the office light peeking through. 

    With a creak you pushed the door open and sure enough there he was, still in his day clothes and sat at his desk at the far end of the room. You quietly padded over to where he was sitting- you had your own chair next to his desk where you regularly sat and read, but that wasn’t your destination. You wanted him to come to bed. Now.

“Ro…” you spoke softly, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind.       Rohan hummed in response, still staring down at the half-filled page on his desk. It wasn’t often that he got stuck in his work, it always seemed to come so naturally to him. You’d spent hours sitting with him, doing silly poses per his request (did he really need them or did he just want to tease you?) and you knew how fast he worked, pumping out pages and chapters at an insane speed. So to see him staring down at the page with his brows furrowed, you could just tell he was getting sleepy. 

      “Rohan.” You tried again, this time leaning down to press a soft kiss to his cheek. His green eyed gaze broke from the desk and he let you move his chair slightly so he could face you.

        “Yes dear?” He questioned.

 “Rohan come to bed.” You whined, smooching his other cheek. He unconsciously leaned into the touch, eyelashes fluttering closed. You did look rather cute he supposed, all cozy in your fuzzy pajama bottoms and big designer shirt that was definitely his.

     “I’m tired. You’re tired. Come on.” You grabbed the hand holding his pen causing it to clatter on to the busy desk. 

“I’m almost done,” Rohan promises, tired eyes opening again and falling to where his pen had fallen. “An hour more, no more. Go back without me.”

    You groan and let go of him, stepping back from his chair and crossing your arms. “You’ve been working on this all day and I can tell you’re tired! You’ve been staring at that panel for forever Ro.” You pout. “I’m sleepy and I want cuddles.”

     He turns all the way to face you and raises his eyebrows, tilting his head. “You’re being a baby, (name). I’ll be there soon,” your boyfriend motions to shoo you out of his office. Ruddeee. Expecting you to comply and head back to the bedroom, he simply turns back around and goes back to his work, But you were never one to listen, especially not to him. 

      With a “hmmph” you uncrossed your arms and turned his chair back around. 

“Hey!” Rohan snarled, narrowing his eyes at you. But before he could say anything else you crawled into his lap, facing towards him with your knees on either side of his hips. If he wasn’t going to come to bed and snuggle you, you’d bring the snuggles to him and he could keep working as long as he damn well pleased. 

    Flabbergasted, your boyfriend’s mouth opened but nothing came out. You simply nuzzled your nose into his neck and wrapped your arms around him, trying to get comfy as you breathed in his scent. All he could do was scoot back to his desk and let you cuddle him as he continued to work, but he found himself finding the page far easier to finish when he had a reason to come to bed.

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      Time passed with you readjusting yourself in Rohan’s lap, mumbling here and there against his skin, and by the time he was actually finished with the chapter, he had found to no surprise that you had fallen asleep on him. The corners of his lips lifted in a smile and he shook his head fondly. You were quite the nuisance sometimes but you meant no harm, if anything you were a saint for putting up with his ridiculous schedule- but he would never tell you that, lest you have something to guilt him with.

    The clock on his desk read 2:40 am and he was sure you’d be getting a crick in your neck by now so he set his pen down and tried to carefully stand up with you still clinging to him like a koala, his surprisingly strong arms holding you against him as he carried you out of the office and back to your bedroom. He’d have to come back to turn the office lamp off, hands a bit too full of his sleepy significant other. 

    When Rohan leans down to place you in bed you whine and open your eyes, grabbing at his arm to pull him on top of you with surprising sleepy strength. With an “oomph” he lands on top of you and a giggle escapes your mouth as you wrap your arms around his lean torso and squeeze hard. “Sleeeeeeep!” You whisper. 

    An arm on either side of your head, he lifts himself off of you and straddles your hips. “You’re still in your daytime clothes!” You point out and sit up as well, giggling all the while. It seems you’d switched positions, as earlier you’d been the one in his lap and now he’d fallen into yours. 

      “Well obviously,” he muses. “I wouldn’t have changed into my pajamas mid-work just to keep working.” Rohan rolls his eyes. 

    Your hands drift up to his head where his headband is still on and your fingers slip under it, pulling it from him and carelessly tossing it to the floor. He groans as your fingers run through his dark green hair, weaving through strands and massaging at his scalp. He’s melting in your hands and you can tell you’re successfully pulling him towards the temptation of sleep. 

      Or at least that’s what you thought, until he fought against the enticing promises of sleep and head massages to climb off of you and slip out of bed. 

    “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me!” You groan at him, throwing your arms into the air. 

“I’m just going to turn the lamp off!” Your boyfriend raises his hands in defense and before you can accuse him of doing otherwise, he leaves the room. Now anything could happen. He could actually come back like he said, or he’d step into the office to switch the lamp off and let the demons win and pull him back to his soul sucking, time consuming, boyfriend stealing work.

    Too annoyed with your false victory, you roll over in bed to face away from the door and pull the blankets tight over your form. You weren’t that upset you reasoned, tucking your legs to your chest. It wasn’t anything new, but it was disappointing that you’d gotten so close to getting him to stay. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let sleep start to consume you and you’re just on the verge of passing out when you hear the door to your room open again. 

      Rohan assumes you’d already fallen back asleep so he takes his time changing out of his elaborate outfit and into something a bit more comfortable. Once he’d taken his earrings out and carefully placed them on the dresser, he slipped into bed on the opposite side from you- only letting out a huff of surprise when you immediately turned to face him and pulled him into your curled up form.

    “Hi.” You smiled, wrapping your arms tight around his waist and tangling his legs with yours. “I thought you weren’t coming back” the admittance falls from your lips and he frowns in response, but can’t really fault you for believing that. Truthfully, he was quite busy most of the time and he had been paying less attention to you than you really deserved. 

      “Well I’m here now, aren’t I?” Rohan’s hands slip under your shirt to rest against your soft skin and you quietly shriek at the feeling of his cold fingers against your stomach. 

“You’re so cold, eugh!” You wiggle away, pushing him half off the bed. 

    The mangaka scoffs and grabs you by the waist, pulling you back over to him and letting you squirm at the touch of his icy hands against your tummy. “I thought you were begging me to come cuddle you? You better come warm me up then.” he smirks, pressing a tired kiss to your neck as you squirm in his grasp. 

Eventually you settle with a few more kisses, this time on your collarbones, and then just below them as Rohan rests his head on your chest, letting a sleepy sigh pass his lips as you finally stop resisting and cuddle into him just as you’d been begging for an hour ago. Even though it was way too late (or early?) you happily let him settle into you and feel yourself slowly slipping out of consciousness. No matter, you can just convince him to sleep in with you the next morning.

[chibishortdeath]

Labeling this one mature cause it’s artistic nudity, which isn’t something I usually draw but yippie! Scar and anatomy reference! :3

I have explanations of where most of these scars come from, so I’ll go through them :)

The massive one covering his whole upper back is the one Dracula gave him and the one that bares the curse. I tried to make it kinda gnarly looking, but still distinctly claw marks. There’s a couple other scratches near it from other creatures.

The ones on his arms come from a couple things. I imagine he uses his arm bracers a lot to block things and sometimes hits are still enough to leave a mark under them. The scars also come from an effect of the curse: rotting. Rot usually starts at extremities and would leave some nastiness there, probably exacerbated by moving a lot. The first three images have the legs not visible but I usually put something similar there too.

Speaking of, the very large ones on his lower legs in the fourth image are burn scars from the scene of X68000 and Chronicles where the rooms before Dracula set on fire! I guess some of it might also be from walking in the cursed swamp too.

Most of the random smaller ones are just generally from fighting monsters. Tbh I’d be more surprised if he didn’t have any scars from having axes and bones and fire and fleamen thrown at him all the time lol.

In the third image there’s a couple bite marks and yeah those are from Drac too. I’ve seen some folklore about vampires being able to drain people long distance or while not being entirely corporal and yeah that sounds like something he’d do through the curse just to make Simon’s life worse. Idk, I have the novel Dracula and I should be reading it for other ideas for stuff tbh. This one might change entirely eh who knows. Either way, I think the curse’s ultimate goal was to make him suffer and then turn him after he dies from it so I wanted to add some more implications that he’d become a vampire if he failed to break the curse.

There’s some other things of note that aren’t scars. I try to make him look a little frailer and thinner in Simon’s Quest cause well yeah the curse. I don’t think it’s noticeable here since the fourth image isn’t the Simon’s Quest design and he doesn’t look much wider whoops. I’ll have to try to keep how ripped he is more consistent in later drawings 💀. Uhh I also try to make his eyes look significantly more tired, way larger eye creases and a bit of dark. If this was a colored drawing there’d be a little red under his eyes and he’d be paler than the last image. Just details to make him look sick ig.

Yeah, these are mostly doodles just for me to look back at and make sure I’m drawing him consistently d(^^ ).

[campbenji]

anyone remember that one time the japanese dub of the s3 trailer came out at like 12 AM

[shimmer-wolf-arts]

I can blame/thank Pansy for why I'm gonna ramble a bit, LOL 🤣 /pos

like, we don't see Varian making a ton of friends his age. Like, all the people he hangs out with are either older or younger than him, and it's mostly adults. Poor kid is only 14-16 and he's friends with ppl who are mostly over 18. The only ones who aren't are Keira and Catalina, and they're, what, like 12 at the oldest, in season 3? Maybe?

I mean, don't get me started on Varian's neurodivergence/obvious ADHD. But that's probably one major reason why his friends are mostly older than him. I know my AuDHD is why I connect more with people older or younger than me.

And yeah. Varian literally befriended the raccoon that was intruding on his lab. And crushed on Cass like, 2 seconds after she saved him and 100% failed at flirting with her.

But you see how socially awkward this kid is when he's talking to other people, especially in season 3. Talking to Feldspar? Awkward as hell. He's stuttering, not making eye contact, and let's not forget the nervous laughs he makes. And if he's trying to argue a point, and someone very much calls him out on it (coughLANCEcough), he gets stuttery and trips over his words then too.

This poor kid just does not know how to socialize. And when he gets overwhelmed, he starts shutting down. "Be Very Afraid" was a perfect example of that, outside of the fact that his shutdown was also trauma induced.

So yeah, sending him out on the 7k journey, I can imagine he's in way over his head. And I imagine Hugo takes full advantage of that, a lot of the time.

But in my story, Grace is also very much isolated when it comes to kids her age. It's kind of why she and Varian bond is because they 1. Both have trauma, and 2. Both struggle to make friends their age. The only other person Grace knows that's her age is the person she considers her cousin bc their dads grew up together and consider each other brothers. So she's kinda lucky that she at least had one person her age to hang around. Varian didn't. So he meets Grace when they're both 17, and he's just thinking "Oh shit this is a pretty girl who is actually my age wtf do i do?!"

Poor kid does stumble over his words (and just in general) with her a lot until he becomes more comfortable around her. And especially after they start dating, he gets a bit more confident since they both help each other out with trauma and whatnot. He's still socially awkward with ppl his age, and just in general, but it's not nearly as bad as it was when he was 14-16.

And Hugo, being street smart, as well as putting on the facade that he knows everything (and that making him look like an asshole lol), it very much throws Varian for a loop, lol. He doesn't know what to do with it at first, and he's very thrown off and unsure of how to handle it.

[masterfuldoodler]

You ever laying in bed inching your way towards dozing off and your eyes are closed and you feel like you're actually floating an inch above the mattress, and every breath you take makes you bob up and down. And you're actually so so tiny and you're also so huge, and your feet are a mile away from your head and your fingers feel so big and your stomach doesn't exist, or am I just weird

[what-aboutno]

The idea of romantic chiluc is great honestly but qpr chiluc hits different. Having such a unique relationship dynamic only they understand,,,

They both learn to understand each other. Move past the titles and the names they've known each other as. It's no longer Tartaglia the tsaritsas vanguard but just Ajax. And it's no longer Diluc Ragnvindr of Mondstadt, just Diluc.

They don't have the same pressure when they're with each other because there's that understanding they have. They're both 'different' both been through a lot, but they care for each other.

Maybe the care looks different to everyone else, more romantic than intended but as long as they understand it doesn't matter. Because no one but then need to understand

[goldenkid]

people comparing wild blue yonder to midnight like yeah they're both good scary and unsettling BUT the huge fundamental difference between them is that wild blue yonder is about being trapped in a huge empty space with your friend and this scary thing that wants to kill you and not recognising your friend/your friend not recognising you, whereas midnight is about being trapped in this tiny space with a group of strangers and an unknowable entity and instead of fear of not knowing your friend the fear comes from the doctor not having ANY friends there, from the paranoia and mob mentality. it's a very group-focused story as opposed to wby which is only really commenting on the doctor and donna and their relationship.

there are obvs lots of similarities: twisted reflections, a monster that we never truly see or understand, a 'bottle episode' set in one location, unease and building tension and fear, paranoia, but to me at least wild blue yonder is about friendship and being with your friend but also maybe not with them, and worry that maybe you don't know this person that you love as well as you wanted to think you did...but midnight is very much about not having any friends or allies, and how groups can dissolve into paranoia and blame. wby has no 'one-off' characters whereas in midnight the one-off characters are everything. in wby you're alone in this maze of rooms and corridors...in midnight you're trapped with other people in this tiny little shuttle

tldr midnight is very mob mentality/'little pocket of humanity' focused whereas wby is all about the doctor and donna's relationship, and the different sets - one small and crowded, the other huge and empty - show this off pretty well

[kacey-dias]

I hope to find someone who goes all out with mermaid designs and really puts in the fishy aspect instead of "human body, fish tail." No hate to regular mermaids of course, but I want to see people go all out with the designs, I want to see how creative people can be!

Same with fairies tbh. They should be more than tiny humans with wings (again, no hate to fairies, love those lil guys).

[chippdhearts]

loved having a normal sleep schedule for 0.5 days

[yume-fanfare]

ok now that the SS tournament has started i want to make an unofficial poll!!!

red team:

fine (leads)

trickstar

ryuseitai

alkaloid

ra*bits

akatsuki

switch

white team:

eden (leads)

valkyrie

2wink

crazy:B

undead

knights

double face

[linkito]

Was the >:3 in the notes from Ange? I feel like it was from Ange xD

I do feel for early hhau Scar tho, suddenly having so much riding on him AND getting his wings hurt? Poor guy T-T

Also thank you for reminding me of the charged creeper incident, imma have to go rewatch those clips now xD

-🎀

Yes, absolutely, she’s a menace 💖💕

Yeah gosh. Those early days are incredibly formative for them both, in entirely different ways as well. Scar trying to “better” himself aka feeling like he has to change, that he can’t be who he used to be if they intend to survive here. And Grian learning to fear, having felt the steel of a blade near his wings and brushed hands with death.

But at the same time, they come together and find something worth clinging to. And Grian needs Scar to be his old bumbling self— his goofy Scar. He needs that comfort, that taste of home. And Scar learns that changing doesn’t have to mean rewriting who he is.

anyway yeah I have a lot of feelings about them ok —

[forest-hashira]

why do i want to do a collab event. i don't have a reason to and there are already so many going on rn. sigh.