i don't technically have a yokai, but i do have a mutant who works for Big Mama if you want?
i have info about them on my blog tagged as #thunderfrog
First of all- Thunderfrog is such a cool fucking name
SECOND OF ALL- YOINK
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Been thinking about how dsmp characters absolutely popped the fuck off. What do you MEAN two characters already knew each other hundreds of years ago because they are both exempt from death in opposite ways and used to be friends? What do you MEAN the goddess of death can Summon An Enchanted Forest to grow out of thin air? What do you MEAN a guy can pick up unobtainable shreds of the fabric of reality and put them in his pocket?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOTEM OF DEATH RETIRED TO A LIFE OF CREATION INSTEAD OF KILLING EVEN THOUGH HIS PAST HAUNTS HIM.
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Like, no wonder Elodie joined a troupe of nihilistic-burn-the-world-queens. Everything in that vulnerably brutal conversation with Gerard leads me to believe that she knows exactly what the plan is--a true fucking ending.
Elodie experienced the slow, devastating rot of falling out of love with her husband after happily ever after and then had to find his dead half-mutated frog body after he was in a battle against Cinderella’s fairy god mother.
No one warned her about that story within a story.
Of course it destroyed her to know that the cursed frog she so easily and simply fell in love with, whose curse she broke with a kiss to the top of his slimy froggie head, was dead in a battle he didn’t sign up for and had no business being a part of in the first place.
Snow and Cinderella probably didn’t have to try very hard to convince her.
And honestly, it isn’t a hard sell.
Princess, you are forever stuck in a story where you will repeat the same events, feel the same emotions, go through the same highs, the same lows, and some details will change, but the ending won’t. Some versions are happier than others but literally, because of reasons, the worse it is, the more drama you experience, the better the story.
We have a way to end it, but we need your help. Are you in?
Elodie looks at the body of her true love at her feet, puts her kite shield on her back, hefts her mace, and without shedding a tear looks Cinderella in the eye and says, Fuck these fairies. I’m not doing this again.
And then Gerard has the audacity to be alive and apologize? He talks about doing it over like it is normal to want and possible to achieve. This fucking frog prince.
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HI JESPER, here's the Talbot portrait. I'm obsessed with side profiles so I hope you don't mind. I also hope you had a good vacation!! ^^
CRYING omg it looks so good
honestly i admire your ability to do side portraits so well, i really struggle with them askdh
really though this is so cute i love it
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Trying to finish something I was supposed to do ages ago--spinning a contrast color for this sock yarn. The fleece (southdown babydoll) had a pretty wide range of grays, most of which I blended together. But I intentionally left the darkest gray out of the mix so that later I could spin up just that, and have a dark gray for the toe and heel. So, now I'm doing that.
One thing I did not realize until now (due to intentionally avoiding working with the darker gray locks) is that they are all much shorter than the other colors of gray, and a lot of them are way finer too. That's not ideal, so I might not use it for the toe--it won't be as hard-wearing of a yarn and the toe/ball of the foot is what wears out the fastest on my socks by far, so. It's fine though, I just want some kind of decorative element that uses the fact that this fleece had lots of nice colors.
I'm also not that surprised, I guess. The longest locks were always the very light gray ones. Hard to know why without seeing the sheep though.
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I wonder if Clytemnestra fully checked out of motherhood and wifedom (is that a word?) after what happened with Iphigenia resulting in the very neglectful/abusive dynamic we see her share with Electra later on.
Because 1. What is the point of being good or caring as a mother if your children get sacrificed and 2. What is the point of being a good wife if your husband sacrifices your children and is unfaithful to you 3. NO ONE suggests he should be punished for these actions so if he does it it's fine if you do it too 4. The daughter you have left loves her father more because you treated her like shit
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If I could describe James Wilson any way I wanted, it would be painful. He reminds me of so many different kinds of pain, I can't pick just one.
The kind of pain you don't even realize hurts. Like when you cut yourself and you don't even realize it until you've already smeared blood all over your shirt and the countertop. Like when a deer is shot, and for those brief few moments, it keeps running. It doesn't even realize it's been hit until it's too late. This type of pain creeps up on you. Like that myth that says you're supposed to put frogs in a pot of water and slowly warm it up so they don't even realize they're dying? That kind of pain. You don't even see it coming. You can't even prepare for it. One moment, you're fine, and you understand life, and then everything changes before you can even blink. Wilson is like that. He sneaks up on you, he integrates himself into your life, and he becomes everything you need. And you don't even realize it's happening until suddenly you can't exist without him. Suddenly, your whole world revolves around him, and you can't quite figure out how that happened so fast.
The second type of pain that James Wilson embodies is the kind that maschocists would die for. It's the kind of pain that hurts, but you can't pull yourself away from it. It's the most dangerous kind of pain because it's the kind that you learn to love. It feels like your lover biting your lip when you're kissing, or when your muscles ache after a night together. It's like having a puppy that playfully nips at you or a cat that kneads your legs while purring. It's the kind of bittersweet pain you feel when thinking back to fond childhood memories. You smile at them, and they warm you, but you're left with a bone deep ache. When you move out of your parents' house, and you're so excited to have your own place, but looking at your now empty childhood bedroom makes you want to cry. James Wilson is that kind of pain. He slides his way into your life and slips into your heart, and just looking at him hurts because he's so beautiful. He reels you in with the most perfect words and softest actions, and he convinces you that you are the center of the universe, if only because he said so. And when his attention inevitably wains, and you go from obsession to neglect, you can't even fully be mad at him. Because he knows you'll soak up any drop of his affection, and he'll feed you just enough that you don't starve. He strings you alone, and just when you've finally got the courage to leave, he'll look at you with those soft eyes and kiss you with those pretty lips and convince you that you've hung the stars. And it becomes a vicious cycle that you can't claw your way out of, and you're not even sure if you want to try.
James Wilson is an addiction. He hides himself through innocent smiles and sweet words and pressed clothes and a facade. He's not what he looks like. He's not safe. He will promise you that you can trust him, that he's innocent, that he's only got your best interests at heart. And you'll be tempted to believe him. But everybody lies, and nobody lies better than he does.
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So i've drawn kermit today at work bc i was bored as hell and i asked what to draw to some friends and they told me "a dog, frog, owl" and i just went alright idk how to draw a frog and pulled up kermit and then i got hella inspired with kermit for its clothes. Landoscar guess the lyrics video was my inspiration i just went "make it pink ✨" and i added a skirt bc skirts are cool :3
So um ye here is my lil kermit inspired by landoscar + skirt + pink :3
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Serialized media is so good I love you serialized media. I love you experiencing a story slowly I love you waiting and building excitement and theorizing every week/month between releases. I love you trails of breadcrumbs I love you cliffhangers and mysteries and suspense. I love you looking forward to installments I love you regular release schedules I love you having a story become part of your routine. I love you serialized media.
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