#ough. wailing

[llumimoon]

i wish i could do nothing else but draw for the rest of my life

[huepou]

OMG I FORGOT TO POST THIS VIDEO HERE

[revenantghost]

*holds head in hands* Somehow, it hasn’t ever clicked before how Wolfwood must have told Vash about the orphanage. That Wolfwood, someone deeply driven by fear and trauma, who has actively and openly feared Vash himself, must have confessed about Hopeland. About what it meant to him. About his fears for it, maybe even. Because Vash came to aid him so quickly, he must have known. And yeah, logically, Vash should have been going after Knives, but he knew how important that battle was to Wolfwood and came anyway. This was a place that Wolfwood was willing to—and did—die for. And Vash came because they trusted each other implicitly to always have each other’s backs. Vash knew the stakes, but he came. Wolfwood was terrified of Vash, but he trusted him.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

they are so so soooo Important to me...

[foolsocracy]

Now having watched Frankenstein (1931) I find this really interesting. I didn't really expect the writers themselves to have watched the film; I assumed they saw it was a horror film released in Pete's time and included it with the bonus that the audience would know the story because its Frankenstein. It really aligns with the themes of spider noir though, so I'm second guessing myself.

I read Frankenstein a while back so I'm not as familiar with it as I once was, but I'd say its generous to say the movie is based off of the original novel. It hits some of the points but it really is different. I mean, in the film its Henry Frankenstein, not even Victor.

In the film, the monster is played almost-infantile. He reaches out towards light as if he could grab it. He plays with a little girl by a lake, throwing in flowers to watch them float like boats. When he kills her, it's an accident. How could he have known that she wouldn't float along with the flowers? Its Frankenstein and his assistant who are portrayed as monstrous. They lock him in the dark for three days. The intimidate him with fire and whips and fists.

Despite this, its Frankenstein who gets the 'good end,' while the monster is left to burn alive, pinned inside a wooden mill set alight by the townspeople.

Pete could have gotten nightmares from a number of scenes. Although I wouldn't personally say this is a scary film, there are definitely unnerving parts. There was also a different standard in 1931 for what was scary in film, plus Pete was already living a hard life at such a young age when he saw it.

Based on the panels themselves it is clear that Pete was scared of the monster itself (which is fair, the make up and costuming wanted him to be frightening). "I expected him to tell me there's no such thing as monsters," because no one in real life is a resurrected, looming... once-man-now-creature. (Just you wait, Peter). It's a more juvenile read of the film but Pete is a kid. Ben though, is a veteran, a socialist, has been around the block. He has the sense to analyze the film and interpret it differently. It is the men who find themselves with a capacity for senseless cruelty that are the monsters. That is exactly what the noir comics are about.

I really like that it's clear that Uncle Ben knows what Peter is about to learn. It also shows how much Pete has changed, just within the 1-2 years since he'd seen Frankenstein.

[unknownarmageddon]

OHHH MY GOD????? HOLY SHIT. OUGH

jay this this everything ever. actually. i’m insane i think. whagt the hell. guy ever

WIAT THIS IS SIRIUS ISNT IT HOLY FUCK okay yeah this bangs insanely hard CHRIST

[thuranni]

pretty in pink c: (they/them)

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

no but fucking really. "i'd love to get your thoughts. let me know if there's anything you disagree with--i won't take it out, but i'm more than happy to tell you where you're wrong ;)" versus "yeah. mm, yeah. yes; sorry, sorry. um. yeah. ......i just want you to like it. ...i'll leave you be." makes me. fucking. OUGH

trent, confident and playful, telling them he's happy to correct them if they disagree with anything he's written versus him anxiously awaiting ted's approval and actively seeking it out, nervous, eager in a sort of rattled anxious way. the confidence versus the hesitancy, the independence versus the want for ted to like it, like him.

and then ted giving him a word of praise and a word of criticism in one--that it's a good book but it shouldn't be called 'the lasso way'--and trent takes it. i honestly think he does disagree, but instead of "telling ted where he's wrong"--maybe just out of respect for what he wants, trust for his opinion--he changes the title. what he said he wouldn't do. for ted. what if i wailed and screamed

[trans-xianxian]

we don't talk enough about how absolutely shattering the scene where little wei ying digs through the rotten food is. scenes that make you say "oh honey.." out loud

[sukunasstarlight]

the way jinshi holds maomao’s face and the look in his eyes seeing her hurt oh i’m going to throw up

[plutoprophecy]

for your consideration as the CEO of fraela. I just had silverhand frea appear in my mind and I'm going insane about it

Yeah. Fuck. I'm right there with you

Does the silver hand operate in solstheim too?? Or do you think frea would create something similar to it? Or join a pre-existing equivalent ?

Given how much the skaal fear and hate werewolves, i don't think it would be that much of a stretch to imagine that there would be some sort of a werewolf hunting organisation in solstheim 🤔

In my mind, frea is kind, determined and would do anything to protect her people but i dont think she'd be as... passionate about killing werewolves as the silver hand in skyrim does ? She's not in it to sate some weird desire to kill and maim, she's not in it to "purify" or rid the world of all lycanthropes... The skaal believe that all life is sacred, so i feel like frea would maybe feel the same way about werewolves too ? She knows that they're their enemies or at least someone incredibly dangerous and thus a threat to her village, but she recognises they're people too. It's kind of uhhh. She will not go out of her way to kill a lycanthrope, but she will not hesitate to dispatch them as quickly as possible if they prove to be a threat.

FUCK. No you know what. She's a shaman isn't she??? She's good at fighting, but she's been training her whole life to take her father's place as the village's shaman, so I don't think she would join a werewolf hunting squad, because that means she couldn't stay in the village and protect it. She would probably make and enchant weapons for the hunters to use ? Or maybe put wards around their village and/or create talismans for the other skaal to use (like a mummified wolf paw).

But fuck man. Silver hand frea hits so much harder. Ouuugh the angst...

[r-18g]

i NEED A DICK. :(

[tinyplanetss]

cries and cries and cries over shard the metal sonic

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

On your recent post. Hear me out, dinner but picnic dinner :0

- <3

oh... picnics...

[bitegore]

you know who ELSE makes me so so so so so sad. INHYEONG. he's such a good character and also god he makes me so fuckign sad. Man

[unknownarmageddon]

it was raining. hard.

rain didn’t happen often; the earth was too dry around here. but when it did, it came with a roar and hiss, rumbling thunder and spitting lightning.

it drove them indoors, the wind at their heels, rain hitting them like little stones.

they were in an abandoned school bus tonight. The windows were all boarded up, for one reason or another, the musk of rotting leather pungent, but faint enough that they could ignore it.

cross had used killer’s bat to crack open the overhead emergency exit, and on the rusty cold metal floor, they started a small fire, tearing into the bus seats for fuel. the bus seats, thankfully, had wood planks hidden within the rank green fake leather and rot-brown foam cushions.

they used the foam to get a quick fire going, setting the planks on top and sat on opposite sides, reclined in some of the more intact seats on either side of the fire.

“this blows,” killer muttered, his foot bouncing, dangling over the side of the bus seat.

the storm had come unexpectedly, catching them in the middle of checking out some clothes store, so killer was stuck in the bright orange dress he’d found on the floor behind a burnt mannequin.

“mmn.” cross hummed in response, holding a can over the fire, watching as the chicken soup bubbled.

killer stared out his window, peering between the boards at the thick wall of rain, his breath fogging the glass. he drew a smiley face in it.

cross watched him, eyes lidded and content as he let his chin rest in the crook of his elbow.

killer shivered, his head turning to the back of the bus, where the emergency door was missing. cool burst of wind blew through every few seconds, nipping at his exposed legs and arms, and he grumbled as he grabbed his jacket. it was still damp from them running through the rain, icy cold on his chilled fingers.

he huffed and crossed his arms, pouting before grinning at cross, rolling forward onto his hands and knees and reaching out.

cross backed up, dodging the sudden grab, “hold it, bandit, what’re you after?”

killer sat back on his heels, “i want your jacket. m’fuckin cold.”

cross gave a puff of a laugh, though it was more of an exhale than anything, and shook his head, “just get in your sleeping bag.”

“but i’m cold, and you’ve already pre-heated it!”

“pre-? if i give you my jacket, then i’ll get cold.”

“nuh uh! you’re always warm!”

“that’s- im not always warm, i get cold too. i just don’t whine about it.”

“wh- hey! i don’t whine,” killer whined, reaching out again and swiping at cross’s fluffy collar, “just a few minutes!”

“dude-“

a harsh crack of lightning startled them both, the sound deafening and sudden, and cross jerked up, glancing out the back of the bus, suspicious.

“…” killer did too, and then was immediately back to his mission to steal cross’s clothes. “cmon, wolf, i’m dyin over here.”

cross squinted out the back door a little longer. it was getting dark; the addition of rain along with the setting sun made for an almost black night. he could barely see outside.

he glanced across the bus, to killer, and back to the darkness beyond the bus, and reached out as well after a moment, taking killer’s trembling hand. he really was cold, his bones looking brittle and joints faintly flushed in an attempt to heat up. actually, upon closer inspection, all of killer was shaky from the chill he was feeling, cross realized, though he was more concerned with getting him over.

“come here,” cross muttered, and killer’s soul brightened, and he grinned triumphantly, standing on the bus seat and stepping over the fire into cross’s side, cross reaching up to grab him securely by the arm to ensure he didn’t fall into the fire, pulling him the rest of the way.

cross grunted as killer’s knee rammed into his ribs, and his hip bone dug into cross’s cheek as he all but crammed himself into cross’s space like an overeager cat.

with a bit of adjusting, though, soon, cross had killer wrapped securely in his arms, halfway beneath him and curled up, soaking in cross’s warmth, his arms folded up and wrapped loosely around the arm cross had around him. he was snuggly huddled in cross’s thick coat, his cheeks already smearing against the fuzzy fabric on the collar as he rubbed his face against it contently.

cross couldn’t seem to find it in him to care about the staining.

it was a tight fit, the two of them tangled and pressed in tightly to fit in the seat, but neither of them complained. cross just pulled killer closer, and covered them both with a sleeping bag.

killer fell asleep rather quickly, his soul humming and giving off a warm light that carried echoes of his affection. cross thumbed at killer’s messy cheek, his expression softening as killer gave a sleepy murmur in response, pressing up into the gentle touch with a half-purr. his bones were warmer than before.

cross didn’t sleep, staying alert, listening for any unusual sounds and watching the darkness beyond the bus, on guard.

-proximity anon :]

sunrise arc is great because cross is like “cmere let me be your shield” and killer is like “omg warm cave” (the space between cross and the seat)

YEAHHHHH AUGH let’s fucking go dude