#mine now >:3c

[catfindr]

ah fuck i was looking for a very specific trans meme and ended up making a new blog to archive queer memes

sets

[clumsypuppy]

You are challenged by Sleepyhead Puppy!

[mezzmerizd]

yet again the idea of "preparing things" instead of doing it last minute + actually looking at references instead of just. winging things absolutely flees my mind,,, Oh well! :3 she still looks good imo!

[himbohysterectomy]

clinical trial (game) spoilers

firstly before anyone gets mad at me for policing their enjoyment/engagement with a piece of media this is NOT the intention here, do whatever you want forever and have fun ok? keep doing what you're doing so long as you aren't hurting anybody.

Also this is mostly about fanart cause I don't really read fic so idk how applicable it is over there but it still might be, idk.

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I have noticed an overwhelming amount of sappy flowery fanart of lee and angel from clinical trial just being cute and lovey and it is strange to me. it feels to me like glossing over the actually interesting substance of the game in favour of generic wholesome content instead.

like i 100% understand the appeal stemming from that desire to be wanted and desired so intensely or even obsessively as well as that desire to feel protected by someone, and in turn wanting it to end up being healthy and wholesome and working out for the both of them. but I feel like what that ends up with in most of the fanart i see is just like. a normal ass couple?

of course we are set up to see the characters and their interactions as very cute and wholesome. and they are! it works wonderfully for setting up that gut-punch of a twist towards the end of the game. they spend a very long time building up to it and it works very well and is well worth the wait.

but like. hello. did we all forget the horror elements of this cute little horror game?

lee is obsessed with angel. he kept angels gum. angels blood. angels hair (which btw, when/where did he acquire that much hair?? lol). he made a doll of angel (which to be fair to him when you actually hear him out it is probably the most reasonable and wholesome part of that whole shrine). he for sure fucked that jacket. he took multiple pictures of angel out and about, meaning that be absolutely, undoubtedly stalked angel. he killed for angel and did not regret it one bit even when he was confronted about it.

him keeping the gum from the week 2 appointment means that at the very latest he became obsessed with angel the second time that they ever saw each other. we have no idea how long he was stalking angel for.

there is zero chance in my mind that their relationship would be healthy and wholesome, at least not all the time. even if they work on shit together and lee actually seeks therapy they're not gonna just... fix each other with the power of love.

frankly lee is unwell and does not know how to form healthy relationships. he could mask that side of himself pretty well during their appointments but even still not perfectly. if they move in together it's going to be a lot more difficult to keep himself in check all of the time and not be Kinda Weird about angel sometimes. there were already some red flags when they only saw each other once a week.

ultimately, it isn't that i want people to stop drawing wholesome and sweet accept ending fanart of clinical trial. of course not!

what i'm getting at is that i wanna see more freak shit!!! get fucky with it!!! draw them being obsessive and unhealthy! if you're gonna fantasize about this fucked up couple at least do it the justice of depicting it in the way that it was set up to be sometimes! they didn't take the time to set up that wonderful twist for it to just be ignored!!

draw lee struggling to not be obsessive or possessive or overprotective! draw lee secretly still keeping things that angel throws away, or stealing small things that he thinks angel wont miss! draw angel having to keep him in check and scolding him like a dog!

give that man his red flags back or so help me god!!! they're what make him interesting as a character - without them he's just Some Guy.

the art that actually got me to play clinical trial was this wonderful piece by @ glimfag/hecctwo. it is absolutely amazing and symbolic and perfect. it leans into the idea of angel also being kind of a freak like that, and why not!! in the accept ending angel knows everything that lee did and is capable of and chooses to be with him regardless.

maybe angel's kinda into it!! maybe angel's drawn to this idea of being the prey of a stalker! maybe angel wants a man that can be kept on a leash! maybe angel likes being the center of his whole universe because angel likes to have that power over him, especially after what angel has been through! maybe angel wants a guard dog! maybe angel likes knowing that he would absolutely kill again if angel asked him to!!

by all means keep drawing wholesome shit all day long but please don't shy away from showing the unhealthy side of their relationship, especially on lee's end! i promise that you're allowed to enjoy "problematic" things - you're capable of critical thought, so have fun with it!!!!!

[bungeepuppet]

MAMA Y PAPA ZOLDYCK... when they first met 🖤🔪💜

something silly i was working on the past month or so in-between sketches whwhw (+their physiques because i put too much effort into silva's giant muscles to not share them 😵💕)

[arkaniske]

Where the Sea Awaits

AO3 Link * Chapter three: Jyees & Vick’trr 6200 words * SFW * Jayvik * Selkie!AU Beta read by @kitcatkim [[1st chapter of the fic here]] cw for descriptions of healing injury Summary: When Jayce Talis discovers a stranger cast ashore, he can't shake the feeling that the sea itself has intertwined their fates. The steady rhythm of the tides he's spent his life mastering is suddenly disrupted, and as he delves into the mystery of a man seemingly torn from the depths, an unexpected bond begins to form.

The longer his gaze lingered on the man—still sitting stiffly, the blanket draped over his too-thin frame—Jayce felt the frustration melt into something quieter. Softer. Whatever had happened to this stranger, he was clearly lost, wary and hurting. And gods, if Jayce wasn’t at least a little lost himself.

The ocean stretched endlessly around the fisherman. A striking blue colour only rivalled by the sky it reflected, two parallels finding a gentle caress at the horizon to merge into one. The sailor’s lungs were filled with salt, his skin kissed a thousand times by the sun and his heart beating with the rhythm of the ocean. He couldn’t remember casting off. He wasn’t sure where he was, nor did he care. The sound of his fishing rod flying past his head as he cast his line was enough to pull the corners of his lips into a content smile. Calm settled into the fisherman’s bones, and he watched the lazy bobber skate across the waves. Time passed oddly here, the seafarer watched as the sun rose and sank into the water and yet, he felt no need for food or sleep. Every now and then the bobber would be pulled into the deep blue, and he would reel it in only to find it empty. Another piece of fish would be speared on the hook before he cast the line once more, awaiting the next catch. With a loud crack, the fishing line went taut in an instant, nearly pulling the rod out of the fisherman’s hand. He was quick to plant his feet, the wood of his ship starting to twist around his ankles to hold him in place. The rod bent sharply, creaking under the strain of the weight, and the fisherman’s grip tightened to whitened knuckles. As the line pulled again the boat rocked with the force. He leaned back, muscles straining as he began to reel it in, but the weight at the other end didn’t give. It only demanded more of the line tethering the two, pulling it deeper into the ocean. The water around the boat remained still even as the battle continued, no waves formed. No thrashing. Nothing. The air grew thick and heavy around him, pressing against his chest like an unseen force. It reminded him of the crushing weight of water at great depths—the way it could wring his lungs, leaving no room for air. He swallowed hard, each inhale feeling more laboured than the last. He cast a quick glance over the side of the boat, what little breath he had left hitching as the water below darkened. The deep blue shifted into an endless void as though the ocean floor had risen to meet him. Then, the line snapped. The fisherman stumbled. Had it not been for his rooted feet he would have fallen over with the rod. He froze, gaze locked on the water as waves threatened to claw their way into his ship, lapping at the railing and leaving deep claw marks in their wake as it pulled back. His heart pounded against his ribs as he leaned over the edge once more, searching for the source. This time, the water was staring back. Two golden orbs appeared in the depths, glowing faintly as they hovered just below the surface. They did not blink or waver, only stare as if they could see through the very core of the fisherman. He could hear the wood of his ship break and snap under the force of the ocean, claws dragging along the bow of the ship—they might as well have been dragged along his spine and bones. The sound settled somewhere in his chest, and he felt unwell. Without warning the ocean surged upwards, the light shattering into a thousand blinding fragments. Like broken glass, reflecting the sun in a thousand shards, only to illuminate the fisherman. The boat tipped violently, and without the wood to ground him, he felt himself falling into the waters. Falling into the light. Into the eyes—and—

[[Continue on AO3]]

[luvuomi]

a weathering with you au with amethos is starting to sound interesting to write about hm hm…

in a city that’s shrouded in dull grey clouds, giving way to perpetual rain that’s poured for months now — there was the occasional thunderstorm, but nothing that sethos wasn’t already used to. once upon a time, he would’ve found great joy in experiencing this kind of weather that otherwise seemed unappealing to most. but now, as he wakes up to the familiar sound of raindrops tapping against his window and the gloomy skies above, he suddenly finds dread for the awaiting day ahead.

one time when he’s out running a quick trip to the convenience store, he stumbles across a stray kitten in an alleyway, the poor thing wet and shivering from the cold rain. like the kind soul he is, sethos will place his umbrella over the stray, shielding it from the rain before ditching his original plan of buying himself snacks to instead buy the kitten some food and water. the convenience store worker will try to offer him an umbrella upon noticing his drenched state but sethos refuses, claiming he’s in a rush before promptly leaving after buying what he needs, not even bothering to take his change.

as he hastily returns to the alleyway, ready to feed and care for the kitten, he’s brought to an immediate halt as he stares at the scene before him.

the first thing he notices is… sunlight. bright golden rays of sun shining down from parting clouds that make way for clear azure skies. he’d almost forgotten what the color blue had even looked like, what warmth felt like as it now only lingers several feet away from him. the skin of his body practically craves it, yearns to be bathed in sunlight once more and before even realizing it, sethos begins moving on his own like he’s some sort of trance.

his steps come short though when he notices another detail or rather.. another person. a girl, probably around his age, cradling the kitten in her arms with a tender smile adorning her face.

the umbrella he’d left before has now lost it’s original purpose. sethos observes the stranger in silence, brown hair glowing beneath the sun that gave way to a radiance unlike no other and then, her eyes come into view; sethos can’t remember the last time he saw a sunrise, but now, he’s almost certain he’s bared witness to one within her eyes and oh how he longed to drown himself in them if only to know warmth and light once again…

[fiinalgirll]

realizing everything's fucking fine and u don't even care that much after a crash out gotta be one of the most embarrassing things......

[marzipanladyart]

Basildere more like Blorbodere :)

[rawrron]

highschool au that nobody asked for – ft the grid !! enjoy :3c !

(making this so ill stop thinking about yesterdays race thanks.)

@4nzo 🗯

thats all fo now !!!!!!! lmk if yall want more !! 🗣

[eweyroo]

Baa-aa-aah! <33

[shimp-heaven]

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[sysig]

Just Desserts continental northern map made using this method! :D (Patreon)

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

eyeball emoji. doing the monthly check-in on general system data (mostly seeing if any roles have changed, who’s active and who’s dormant, see if any issues between sysmates have occurred) and hey, mark? you can’t just write down, “potentially catharigenic and/or willogenic, maybe.” and not elaborate any further?? hello?

[ofmoraliity]

"Hey! Tall, dark, and terrifying! Don't tell me you're avoiding me~!" //from Angel to Al uwu

@onehellishcollection

"Of course not Angel! Why did you need something? If you're just here to annoy me then i'll take my leave."

[notwhatyoucameherefor]

Fuck your sign which katamari cousin do you main