#perfect execution

[fullychaotichell]

OBSSESSED with @valc0 's art on twitter and just felt the need to do a redraw pff

Lucifer getting hypnotized by Vox in season 2? Hell, ever? Highly unlikely. Would it be a really compelling plotline and make sense in the narrative? Sure it would!

[theminionjcfucked]

Cam gotta have my favorite shoutout ever. Get in there, vote, said hi to your friends, and get out.

[tardigrade-train]

My sweet mutual, I'm so glad U left tags on my spigg<>fruit punch clown edit 3 times. I'm so glad it tickled U so much

It is my favourite thing rn

One of those things that you dont know you need until you see it happen type <33

[zer0expektation]

The (almost) Perfect Assistant

[lucemiart]

wxs pokemon au ft. nenekasa as pokemon coordinator rivals! 🌟🤖

[missrandomnomad0o]

Reblogging because this is now my idea of what a repaired Eclipse looks like.

Refurbished/ Repaired Eclipse! Look at the happy boi!

[nabi-unveiled]

I haven't talked enough about Two Husbands, One Wife. Because really, what do you say about perfection? It feels like any words I offer cannot do it justice.

I pretty much hold my breath every episode and pray to the show gods that they don't ruin the absolutely beautiful thing they've created.

And so far...as of episode 7...they haven't.

Because every episode has built on the idea that it really takes all THREE of them to make this relationship work. The framing reinforces this with frequent triangle shots (and even triangle dialogue). There must be a connection between all points, and no point is more important than the other. Every person is essential.

Because while Takuzo may be the "responsible" one, he's rigid in his ways.

And while Mia is the realist who easily speaks her mind and expresses what she wants, it can make her very focused on herself.

They already tried it with just the two of them. It didn't work.

And Mia and Shinpei have already tried it with just the two of them too. It doesn't work.

Because they struggle with managing responsibility on their own.

They are willing to do the work, but they need someone to guide them with structure and remind them the laundry exists. I feel that.

And although Shinpei is a free spirit who really brings "joy" to everything he does...

With just Mia, he still feels a bit insecure and not quite good enough.

And with a younger boyfriend that has so many fans, Mia can sometimes feels insecure too.

As the men have developed and taken their relationship further.

Takuzo is able to affirm Shinpei and give him the words he needs to hear.

And Shinpei's earnest and sweet nature is able to break through Takuzo's walls to help him see that his rigidity can have consequences.

His infectious energy pushes Takuzo to go places he wouldn't otherwise and encourages him to try new things.

But both men recognize that they NEED Mia.

She holds them together.

Because she's the one who can express words and speak her mind easily.

Who will make the first move when things get difficult.

And push them to make the necessary decisions.

Because they're a throuple. And no (good) relationship exists without all three of them.

Bonus: There's food symbolism (even more than I mention here). Be still my beating heart.

Mia is gyoza.

Takuzo is curry.

And it's best when the chef (Shinpei) serves both.

[bobbiedebruyn]

YELLOWJACKETS (2021-) 2x03 "Digestif" 3x06 "Thanksgiving (Canada)" 3x08 "A Normal, Boring Life"

[ministarfruit]

day 20: chose violence ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[loullipopx]

ratau

Ecce Agnus Dei

Red. Red. Red. Red.

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

Peer around.

Feel the dread.

The crown controls;

Commands their deaths.

Your new lord does marvel,

At these fools torn, bloodied flesh.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Awaken, to find,

The solemn hit;

Reality has begun to slip.

Your life was yours,

Now a tool for him;

He owns your soul,

Servitude begins.

Trip. Fall. Stand. Repeat.

Flee the scene;

The gored mincemeat.

Ignore the smell,

Of the bodies you've heaped.

Reap rewards for your service,

Vessel, little sheep.

Exit the maze. Emerge, unscathed.

Witness the heretics,

The land they've enslaved.

Realise the corpses,

The way that they've paved,

Will lead all these sinners,

Down straight to their graves.

Control. Control. Control. Control.

The crown that sings,

It owns your soul.

A good little vessel,

Does exactly as told.

Now go carve your way,

Through these fools,

To your goal.

Loud. Loud. Loud. Loud.

The crown, its commands,

They create a dark shroud;

It jumbles your mind,

Brings those thoughts disavowed.

This is all your fault,

You have no way out now.

Stumble. Stumble. Walk. Walk.

Run. Run. Forward. Forward.

Don't stop. Don't stop.

Just run. It's important

You survive,

For your life

Is now of far larger import.

Run. Run. Stop. Stop.

Come to a halt,

Gaze upon an old sod.

Battered, bruised,

With a smile, friendly as a dog,

He announces quite softly,

"I am Ratau, fear not!"

A guide? A saviour?

A vessel as well?

"Those days are lost to the winds"

The small rat does yet tell.

There's wisdom in age,

And this wisdom excells

At being apparent and immediate,

From the stick and the pelt.

The rat explains quickly,

But slowly as well.

The words ring so softly,

But the urgency's held.

"We are in the Lands of the Old Faith,

And their charming personnel.

Here lies a great danger,

So there's no time to dwell."

"Instructions." "Safety." "Escape." "Close by."

There's barely some time,

To balance the mind.

It all moves so swiftly,

By your patrons design,

The crown hums so lowly,

As the corpses yet fly.

"Another." "Soul." "Rescue." "Cult."

A lamb to the slaughter,

Lies in wait to exalt

These fools to their Gods,

Whom are cruel by default.

They know no means of peace,

So their lives you must halt.

"We have reached safety.

You have done well.

The Red Crown shall transport you,

To your new holy realm.

There lies there a temple,

Now in ruinous health.

A new lease on life,

A true chance to excel."

"You will make it your own,

You will soon call it home,

The shattered old tatters,

The dust-covered bones.

Your deal may compel you,

Like the words of a tome,

But your life is now yours,

There is time to atone.

You may fill it with cheers,

Like a live hippodrome.

You may fill it with shrieks,

Like those bishops you know.

It is yours to domineer,

It is yours to control."

"Your fate is now yours.

You've sold the devil your soul.

Just as I did,

Such a long time ago.

But look at me closely,

In the eye that yet glows."

"We may serve a God,

But it's you,

That gives hope"

[shripscapi]

oh, Lucia…

close-ups under the cut :)

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Buddie say goodbye in the rain

Not sure I’m happy with how this has turned out - I almost like it so I might have to go back in and work on it some more but thought I’d share it anyway!

[piss-off-erik]

HARROW DA NINTH

[rattkween86]

WHEN I SAW YOUR TAGS ON THE POST, I HAD NO IDEA YOU WOULD HIT US WITH THIS.

I call this look the Billy Madison

[springheatedwine]

Ratio with a halovian lover? Like he enjoys preening their wings and hearing them coo like a bird(I just like to put bird attitude on halovians lmao)

//first off... I'm such a dumbass cuz I thought you wanted a halovian ratio I CANT READ I CANT 😭😭😭 but uh I hope you like this...

[becasbelt]