#whoah??

[enthesea]

hey lol. shakes the bars of my cage. let me out i promise i wont do anything okay. shakes the bars more aggressively. lol why are you scared just let me out. lol

[upon-the-snow]

brief lives 🌺

[mataurin]

Missing her

[orinthered]

[redladydeath]

shout out to vox hazbin hotel for having the worst, most dogshit taste in men possible and just owning it, like holy shit

[lifeof-pink]

i think the way the book became 3rd person pov when kim dokja got off the train is one of the most fucking genius literary moves ive seen in years

[faeriekit]

Snow Day

SO IT TURNS OUT @tourettesdog also had a far-frozen based Phic Phight prompt so here's a sister fic of Snowdrift Sanctuary from yesterday okay please and thank you

Tundra peeked around the pillar of ice. Again.

The human was still there.

…Tundra peeked left. Tundra peeked right. No one else had seen them yet.

The human, in a big coat and big boots was squatting in the snow, drawing shapes Tundra couldn’t make out with their finger.

Tundra’s tail wagged. Well. He didn’t have a very long tail, so he mostly butt-wiggled. There’d never been a human at the Far Frozen before!! Tundra had heard of humans — he’d seen depictions and heard stories, sure. But now a human was here. And they lived here.

That was so cool.

So, maybe Tundra wanted to say hi! So what? Mama had said that he should be nice to the human, since they needed help and shelter that the Chief would provide, but they were also new and interesting and they hardly ever had anyone stay with them who wasn’t a yeti ever!! Maybe they’d let Tundra play with them while they were here?

So Tundra got down on his haunches. He crawled over the snowbank, wriggling as he went, taking advantage of his coat that blended into the terrain.

The human didn’t see him at all.

Tundra bared his teeth in a play grin, eyes squinting, tongue caught between his teeth. The human was so close. He crouched down as far as he could. He waited until the human wasn’t looking.

Tundra pounced.

And then there was a flash of green burning through the air, hot and bright and loud. Tundra startled.

He landed in the snow, dazed and off-balance. He could feel a hot spot in his fur—putting his paw to it, Tundra could feel where his fur was burnt to singed ends, the tips of each hair bulbous with char.

There was a steaming hole in the snow behind him.

…Oh.

“HOLY SH—are you okay?? Did I hurt you?? I’m sorry!!” someone shouted. Someone gently turned Tundra’s head, careful not to move him too harshly or too quickly. “Is your head okay? Are you bleeding? Is—“

“…Cool.” Tundra muttered, eyes still stuck to the hole in the snow. That was so strong. Even Avalanche wasn’t that strong, and she beat everyone in the tournament last season. No wonder the chief was in charge of the human ghost, even if there were lots of adults willing to help.  

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” the human apologized again, hands on their flat, pink face. Huh. Their hair was white now. When did that happen? “Usually when ghosts sneak up on me, they’re, uh… they’re not usually playing.”

Tundra looked at the human’s flat face and frowned. They got attacked? For real, and not for playing? “That’s mean. I hope you got them.”

The human made a strangled noise. Super weird! “Yeah…yeah. I did.”

“Good,” Tundra decided, back straightening straight up. The human was about as tall as he was, but humans were smaller in general. They were probably older. “If anyone attacks you now, you should get the Chief to eat them, and then they won’t attack you anymore.”

The human made another choked noise. Tundra assumed it was a laugh. He grinned back, pleased with the response, and wriggled back upright. “I’m Tundra! Mama says that you’re older than me even though we’re just as tall as each other! Are you a boy human, or a girl human? Or neither? Or both?!”

“…I’m a boy,” the human said, voice weak. Tundra peered in close at him, trying to see if he’d been injured too, but no; he looked fine, and he got his black hair back too.

“Cool,” said Tunda. “So am I. Arctic is too, but he’s big already, so he doesn’t want to play all the time. Do you like hunting?”

“I’ve…never hunted before.”

Not ever? Tundra gasped. “We can play chase, then, and then the chief can teach you how to hunt! And then we can hunt together!” Tundra scrambled to his feet, excited. “Do you want to stalk Avalanche with me?! She always throws me off, and then we can wrestle!”

The human hesitated.

“Or,” Tundra amended, because the human was still kind of small, “You can watch me stalk Avalanche, and watch us wrestle, and then I can teach you to stalk the chief so that you can wrestle with someone you know is safe.”

The human snorted, the fur cuff from his sleeve hiding his face. “I don’t know…isn’t he busy? You know, being the chief and all…””

“You’re supposed to wrestle your parents,” Tundra assured him, chest fur puffing up with pride. “I used to chew on Mama’s ears all the time when I was a cub. Now Avalanche and Arctic and everyone else can wrestle with me because they’re big enough to know how to stop playing before they squash me flat.”

The human laughed, openly and brightly, and it sounded nice.

Tundra stood so that could he could launch himself back towards the settled part of their little patch of the Infinite Realms. “Come on!!” he shouted, more than eager to play. “Last one there doesn’t get any fish eyes!”

There was a moment of silence—and then they were both rolling in the snow, the human having decided to launch into him!! This was great!! Tundra whooped, feigning bites and wriggling while the human pushed him further into the depths of the snow. The human’s grin was kind of wide and weird without a muzzle, but that wasn’t his fault, and he was having fun!! And so was Tundra!!

And the human-ghost could fly, and Tundra couldn’t, so chasing after him was super fun. They made it all the way back to the settlement in no time flat, dodging other kith and kin—

And running into Mama and Chief Advisor Pritla on accident was worth how much trouble he got into later.

Whoops!

[pianokantzart]

I think Mario only greeted Luigi with a handshake after being rescued in Luigi's mansion 2 because at that point he had no clue what was going on.

In Luigi's Mansion 1 and 3 he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Luigi was in danger, hence the warmer greeting... be it on-screen like in LM 3, or merely implied in sound bites during the credits of LM 1.

Even though in Luigi's Mansion 2 the nature of Mario's capture is left nebulous, we can safely assume he didn't know Luigi was involved at all. And, if we know one thing about Mario, it's that he's not one to panic over his own safety compared to the safety of others.

So when he's freed from the painting he's initially just proud of his brother for getting him out.

But after Luigi helps restore the Dark Moon, Mario begins to better understand the gravity of what all is going on, returning to Luigi's side to wrap an affectionate arm around him.

And when that is interrupted by the freed– once more friendly– ghosts, Mario eventually breaks away from the celebrating specters to approach Luigi a third time to reemphasize how proud he is.

It feels to me like the behavior of a guy who only realized what was happening after the heat of the moment.

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

ovulation being a hell of a drug that ends up getting steddie together like

eddie and queen bee stevie harrington who have a weird kind of friendship where they share like. Everything. not a single secret between them. like eddie's got stevie's cycle pretty much memorised and she knows about every inappropriately timed boner he's ever had. and they're talking one day, smoking, shooting the shit, and there's a second of silence before stevie's like. oh my god. im so horny im gonna die. and eddie's like huh what. and stevie goes like there's a stain on your wall that's kind of shaped like a sperm and that made me think about cum and now im all bricked up. my vaginas haunted. fucking sperm shaped stain.

and eddie's like. wait girls- ok you know what im saying this in my head and im realising this sounds dumb but like. i thought girls didn't like. Get Like That. like i thought random horniness at a stiff breeze was a guy thing

and stevie snorts like nope girls get it too we just get to hide it bc we don't get boners. swear to god there's like a week of every month where i get fucking possessed or some shit. robin says it's like a period thing

but you're not on your period?

and stevie's like no it's like. the opposite of a period. like your period is your uterus being like hey you fucked up you're not pregnant but Horny Week is your uterus being like okay im ready let's get a baby in there time to get pregnant you know what to do. it's called like. oval. something. oval something. im all fertile and my body's trying to trick me, the fuckn prick.

and eddie just kinda goes huh and then there's another second of silence where he tries very hard not to think about stevie being pregnant. and then stevie throws her arms up with a frustrated sigh like god DAMN it now im thinking about being pregnant and eddie's internally like well at least it's not just me

and anyway another joint later this obviously devolves into stevie shoving eddie's hand down her pants and telling him please it'll be so quick he doesn't even have to do anything and she just ruts against his hand while he stares at her bc he's so high and the girl he's basically in love with just told him how fertile she was and then started rubbing her incredibly wet pussy against his hand and he feels like he might pass out

they do this and more about once a month for like a year until stevie does actually get pregnant. her stupid uterus successfully tricked her 😔✊

[kaeyachi]

There's something alarming about the continuing trope of an Alberich father putting their hopes and dreams on their sons, but their sons are dreaming of something else like, oh, I don't know, living a normal life? Not finding the world unfair? Have no burden concerning their lineage?

[asterlocke]

ROCK CLIMBER VENTURE!! ⛰️⛏️

they frequently go on rock climbing adventures with their coworkers of the Wayfinder Society, it's canon bc i say so-

[orphiclovers]

Thinking how orv takes a very very explicit stance on 'death of the author', to the point it's one of the big themes of the story. And there's so much to talk about there, but let's start at the obvious stuff first.

The quote 'Death of the author is the birth of the reader' is taken extremely literally and played out with tls123 and Kim Dokja in the epilogue.

Where tls123 finishes writing her story, both Ways of Survival and the story of her life, in her final moment she reaches out and touches Kim Dokja's shoulder, passing on that responsibility to him. That was her death as an author, literally the part of her that wrote Ways of Survival ceasing to exist, and at the same time also the 'birth' of Kim Dokja as he gets on the train and his story begins.

As the author, she does not get to decide what happens next, and to drive this point home she forgets she wrote it at all.

And this happens to the other author in orv, Asuka Ren, too.

"The moment the world was finished, the author had to descend from the position of creator" is the stance Sing Shong takes on the topic and you can apply that out of the context of Peace Land and to the real life Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint™ in general.

Is that intended by the authors? Well, yes, but Sing Shong have made it clear that after they have published the chapter, the reader's interpretation is the only thing that matters. This is probably why they chose to write under a pseudonym, and why they potrayed themselves in the epilogue as just a vessel through which the story was delivered to the audience, not having more authority over it's meaning than anyone reading it.

Agree with this or not, that's the side orv takes

[ennas-aesthetic]

Men of Good Fortune, all the way to Sunday Mourning

I do love that Jill Thompson devoted at least four whole drawings in the Sandman Movie Concept Art pitch to Hob and Dream's relationship development over time.

Source/Credit.

[slaingelo]

broken mirror. hey to the 5 vidow fans on here, here's some angst my friend talked me into making

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[tamagoneko]

the bride and her ugly ass groom 💜💙

[raystarkitty]

I love my friends so much I had to do a gay little drawing about it

@the-64th-gamer @seanimal @vuiu @mahouknightdrabunwolfcat