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moodandmist · 2 years
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✨✨WIP WEDNESDAY✨✨
*Imagine you're seeing a really fancy header up there 👆 like you all have...totally gonna get around to that someday*
Thank you so much for the tags my beautiful, amazing friends. @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @kherub @cutestkilla @johnwgrey @confused-bi-queer @takitalks @martsonmars @urban-sith @facewithoutheart @dragoneggo @ivelovedhimthroughworse
(MY LOVES, THIS IS A BOOK of a post and I'm sorry...but I only wrangle my brain well enough to post every 8th posting day it seems so...Anyway, don't feel obligated to engage if this is too long for you!! Seriously.)
Hi, I'm always so late on this stuff...It's midnight, my brain hurts. I just freaking love you all so much, I'm gonna be very honest... I'm beating my head into the ground trying to find a part of this to share...
I've been struggling with being able to get anything out the past month or 2...or ? and then this week I sat down and poured almost 6k into a new WIP very quickly...but looking over it, I mean...it's VERY first draft...it's feelings vomit, you know?
Also...do you make playlists for your fics? I always write to music and I'm *very* sensitive to the specific vibe of a song..so when I find a song for my playlist...it goes to a very specific area of the fic and then I can't listen to anything but that song when I'm writing/reworking that part...so cue me listening to the same sad ass feelings song on REPEAT for hours on end...days on end...um, weeks on end? 😂 I'm sure this is very healthy functioning.
I'm just not gonna overthink this (hahaha, too late) and share this part of this new wip. under the cut for length...and suggestive-ish content??
**here's your sad ass feelings song for this excerpt. Oh, man, I'm IN IT. **
I know normally we try not to give away too much plot, but life is short and I could use support trying to get this done before it all ends. 🙄 This is an AU at the moment, but anything can change. Have you ever heard that to not feel alone after heartbreak you should sleep in the middle of the bed...instead of having an empty side??
I'll tell ya, Baz worked hard to get himself to a place in life where he felt strong and self-sufficient. He'd built up a lot of walls, to keep safe (including sleeping in the middle of the bed, no falling in love), to not be vulnerable again in a way that really decimated him when he was younger. Baz is visiting his family in the countryside...ENTER SIMON...who is slowly obliterating all of Baz's self preservation and Baz freaks the hell out and runs away basically, back to his home in London...memories follow him.
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BAZ
When I get in, I put the kettle on, looking out the window over the city. 
London is home—this is home—where I belong. I have a life…
I walk through to the bedroom and drop my bags. All is quiet. Empty. Cold.
I stand at the foot of the bed—hands in my pockets—taking in the sight of the taut sheets, the single stack of pillows in the middle…
“This can be my side.”
“What?”
“This is my side, yeah?”
“That’s not your side, there are no sides….this is a single person's bed. There’s just the middle. My bed. My middle.”
“All right,” he pulled me down to the bed.
“What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?” He made me laugh in spite of myself.
“Come on, we can both fit in the middle, look,” his limbs flung over me.
“You’re an absolute nightmare. You’re never invited here again.”
“Gonna feel awfully empty without me here.”
“By empty do you mean comfortable? Do you mean reasonably sized for a grown man who is accustomed to sleeping alone? In his bed. Meant for one.”
“I mean, Baz,” he hovered over me on all fours, “awfully empty,” he kissed my neck—
“As in, awfully,” —my chest,  
“bloody” —my ribs, 
“boring”—into the crease of my hip. His eyes found mine for a moment. 
My hands moved through his hair until my breath fell from parted lips, body arching at his touch. His endless warmth.
So utterly empty.
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Jesus, I kind of hope no one actually read all this...I should go to bed.
who can I possibly assault with this nonsense who hasn't posted yet? @aristocratic-otter Pati gets that late-night posting too 😆 @frjsti @creepyspice @whatevertheweather @bookish-bogwitch @gekkoinapeartree @mrskrementz ?? Engage or don't , see ya next time?
I don't know. Let's sleep on it. Maybe it will all make more sense tomorrow.
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laikabu · 1 month
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save me mother and child imagery save me thistle’s innate desire for a family save me (peep the mother and child painting on the first pic)
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ineffableteeth · 5 months
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I am screaming look at these photos
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Cut scene of Crowley sleeping on a WALL in his PAJAMAS (HE WEARS PAJAMAS ((AND BLACK SILK ONES AT THAT)))
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(From the Script book) He DOES wake up a mess and he DOES clean up instantly (WE WERE ROBBED OF MESSY HAIR CROWLEY)
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CONCEPT ART FOR CROWLEYS BEDROOM
I CANT
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ickypuppi3 · 1 year
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shadowtraveled · 1 month
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"mithrun is the only real monsterfucker in dungeon meshi" is objectively the funniest bit you can get out of his everything, but in all seriousness i think his attraction to his love interest is deliberately overstated—and that makes sense, because romantic jealousy is a classic and digestible motive, which is explicitly what kabru was aiming for in condensing mithrun's backstory, and also because until chapter 94, mithrun wasn't willing to admit to the true nature of his desires.
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but because romantic envy is both classic and digestible, it probably isn’t a unique enough or complicated enough desire to tempt a demon’s appetite. mithrun’s wish, as far as we can figure from kabru’s reduced retelling, was to have a life in which he had never become one of the canaries, and that carries like 3857 implications and desires within it. that’s delicious. his love interest acts as sort of a red herring to his motivation for making it, though. (side note: i'm saying "love interest" here because, keeping in mind that i barely speak japanese on a good day anymore, "想い人" is something i'd usually take as just kind of an old-fashioned and romantic way to refer to a lover, but in context i wonder if both the connotation of yearning and the vagueness are intentional, and i think this phrasing gets those aspects of it more effectively. anyway.)
mithrun considered his love interest to be untrustworthy. there was a minute where i thought that comment might be about a similar-looking elf (yugin, one of his squad members), but comparing the two…
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the "sketchy" arrow is definitely referring to the elf we know as his love interest—the bangs go toward her right, she only has the one forehead ornament, and, most notably, her ears aren't notched.
every time she’s given a full-body depiction in his dungeon, she’s drawn as a chimera, with the body of a snake from the waist down. (side note: the “what if a dungeon has chimeras before reaching level 4?”/“then the dungeon lord is unstable” exchange just being mithrun grilling his past self alive is so funny. he’s so. but anyway) there are a couple things about this.
first, the snake part of the chimera appears to be modeled after some species of coral snake mimic
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which, in the biology-for-fun manga, i… doubt is a coincidence, especially with the added context of the “untrustworthy” comment. the dungeon’s conjured illusion of mithrun’s love interest was a harmless copycat of a venomous original. for whatever reason, he felt this person was a threat and made up a "safe" version of her to be in a relationship with, and while it’s definitely possible to be attracted to or even love someone you find to be toxic and/or intimidating, when you take that into consideration alongside the configuration of her body, you get some interesting implications.
which brings us to our second point: if we assume that mithrun was not in fact fucking a snake, then sexual attraction, at least, was so far removed from his idea of a relationship with this person that he did not even bother to keep her dungeon copy human enough to maintain the illusion of the option of a sexual relationship. this is somewhat echoed in the depictions of their interactions, which also imply a frankly unexpected romantic distance. she kisses his cheek and he doesn't seem to react; she's at the edge of a narrow bed with only one set of pillows, on top of his blankets while he's underneath them.
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the kiss is particularly interesting because it seems to contrast the text. kabru's narration tells us this was everything mithrun could have asked for, but mithrun is there looking unreadable to pensive, likely because this is right before the panel that makes it clear things in the dungeon are beginning to go wrong.
walking through this backwards for a minute, we have the physical barrier of his bedding and the spatial separation inherent in a bed made for one person, the emotional barrier of his mounting anxiety getting in the way of his ability to enjoy the affection he sought, and... the snake, which historically carries the connotation of temptation, yes, but also mistrust, barring physical intimacy. okay. ok. if a dungeon reflects the mentality of its lord, all of this might suggest that mithrun was not able to have any real desire for a relationship with this person. his unwillingness to be vulnerable or let another person in was insurmountable. but in that case, why was she such a focal point that she remained to the end, after his dungeon had stopped creating iterations of his friends to come and visit him? why would he get so upset over her meeting with his brother that he became lord of a dungeon about it?
well. mithrun's brother was also interested in her, probably genuinely. and mithrun had to win.
you have an older brother who your parents completely ignore, probably in part because he is chronically ill/disabled and almost definitely in part because he received a ton of recessive traits that resulted in rumors that he was an illegitimate child. you are aware, most likely because those same parents fucking told you, that you actually are an illegitimate child. but they keep you around because you had the good fortune of looking just like your mother. what can that possibly teach you but that you, like your brother, are disposable?
it's utterly unsurprising that mithrun, under these circumstances, developed a pathological need to be better than everyone around him. people don't keep you otherwise. i'd argue this is also why he says he looked down on everyone he knew while milsiril claims his dungeon reeked of feelings of inferiority—he sought out people's worst traits and prioritized them in his mind to protect his already extremely fragile sense of self-worth, and all the while he tried to be as likable and high-performing as he possibly could be. his parents disposed of him anyway, but even then he tried to keep up the performance. he was kind to everyone. he never once lost to a dungeon.
when he saw his "love interest" meeting up with his brother, what he saw was himself being replaced by a person his parents had always treated as worthless, and if that was what they thought of the child they'd kept, what value could anyone possibly see in the bastard they'd given away to die? mithrun and kabru tell the story like he wanted to win this unnamed elf's heart, but it was never about being with her. it was about cementing his worth, proving that he didn't deserve to be thrown away.
and so it's particularly cruel that his demon discarded him, too. but maybe it's also particularly gentle that, in the end, there was someone who refused to even consider giving up on him.
kui laid it out in three panels better than i could hope to.
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yeah. it's love. you wanted to be loved, even when the only way you were able to understand it was through the desire to be wanted, and you wanted that so badly that the idea of being consumed felt like the promise of finally mattering to someone.
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nerdpoe · 9 days
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Danny is about to be kidnapped in Gotham This is not a good time.
He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.
It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.
So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.
He used them to vent.
Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.
The goons actually backed off.
One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.
Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.
So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.
She brought over BatBurger and kidnapped Bruce Wayne, Gotham's bumbling Prince, to talk about college grants.
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spiribia · 1 year
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whilomm · 10 months
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everyone on twitter saying this is confusing. "oh hes just saying words hes making so sense" hes making perfect sense you just dont get it. once you open that can of cinnamon rolls, there is no going back. the cinnamon rolls have been released and they will NOT be stuffed back into the cannister. you are locked onto this path, you will be making cinnamon rolls whether you were prepared or not. if you cant understand this you cannot claim to have kennergy.
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buggachat · 1 month
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yes the peacock miraculous obviously needs to be felix's and is extremely significant to him and there's so much poetry about the fact that he is the holder of the very miraculous that created him and him being the holder of it is deeply entrenched into the plot. HOWEVER.
sometimes i miss the cat!adrien vs dog!felix dynamic. because it was really fucking funny
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fence-time · 17 days
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*Placing this down and scuttling away*
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Good Morning, World.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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zivazivc · 4 months
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this came to me in a dream
Floyd's emo ass and a techno troll could make scene kids...! Do you see my vision??? . . . Ravin is Happy Hardcore and Eddy M is Synth-Pop, that's how troll genetics work, right?
anyway...
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i don't think floyd leads a proud life
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bookishjules · 4 months
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keeping the "they'll think we're impertinent" / "i am impertinent" lines from the book???? iconic. incredible. reminded me i have never once known what impertinent means
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silicon-puppy-pudding · 6 months
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Can Fright Knight x Batman be a thing? Is it already a thing? I just saw this post where Frighty is acting as Danny's dad and I just want something with Fredric Knight meeting Bruce like..
Bruce is happy Daimian is making friends. This new kid, Daniel "call me Danny" Knight, seems nice. Kid might be a meta or something, with the way his eyes reflect like a cats and how he seems to always be cold, but he doesn't seem to be a bad kid and his background seemed to check out.
Yesterday Damian had invited Danny over for a sleepover and Bruce was stoked. Dami is having a friend over! A civilian friend! This is so normal and great! Danny had said his father would be picking him up the next day and would show up on his motorcycle (which was apparently named Nightmare?)
Bruce is in the sitting room close to the entrance when Alfred goes to buzz the gate for Danny's father. After a few minutes, he can hear Alfred walking the man in and explaining that "young Master Damian will be down with young Daniel in a few minutes. Till then, maybe you'd like to speak with Master Bruce?"
Bruce almost falls out of his seat when this almost 7 foot tall hunk of a man walks in, with his long raven black hair with a streak of gray down the center, all pulled back into a low ponytail. His bright green eyes have that same, almost glowing, shine that Danny's have and he's got a neat bit of stubble on his sharp jaw. He holds himself tall and seems to scan the room before setting his gaze on Bruce, who is using all his will to not ogle at this gorgeous man in front of him.
He stands to greet him and, oh God, he may actually be 7ft. "You must be Danny's dad, right?" He offers his hand to shake, "Bruce Wayne. I'm happy to see my son making friends with such a nice kid."
The behemoth of a man stares at his hand for just a moment to long before he shakes it and introduces himself, "Fredric Knight. I'm also glad my son is making friends." He says with the hint of a smile, "He's been a bit reclusive since we came here and I don't believe that's been healthy for him."
The two fathers talk for a bit, Bruce doing his best to be Batman ever now and then to make sure this guy isn't a potential threat. After some time, Danny and Damien walk into the room with Danny's bags, "Hey Dad, hi Mr. Bruce. Sorry that took so long," he says as he walks over to Fred (Bruce was told he could call him that) and half hugs the man, "Dami has a snake and he let me feed her!" Fred looks down at his son and pats his head, "That sounds interesting, little prince. Was it a frightful creature?"
As father and son speak, Bruce notes how fond Fred seems of Danny. The 'little prince' name seemed cute and pretty fitting with the last name. He also notes how Fred seemed to relax just a bit the moment Danny walked into the room (the same way he would after his children returned from patrol safe and unharmed), huh.
They say their goodbyes and the father-son duo are escorted out. Bruce and Damien watch as they ride down the driveway, Danny doing his best to wave at them from between his father's arms.
"We should invite the both of them over for dinner." Bruce says with a hand on his son's shoulder, "Fred seems like an interesting character, don't you think?"
"Father,"
"Yes Damian?"
"Please do not seduce my friends father."
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yourangle-yuordevil · 2 months
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Steps required for a Proper Courtship (min. 6000 years) ; a guide by A.Z. Fell: ☑ A Cotillion Ball (already organized) ☐ Secret and passionate kissing in an orangerie (alt- a bookshop)
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lazylittledragon · 4 months
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the thing that i love so much about my relationship is that i feel absolutely zero pressure for us to be in eachother's pockets constantly. not just in the way that we like to have our own space sometimes but that i don't feel guilty for getting fixated on a project and not texting him or leaving him on read for a few hours. we have a system where i just say "i'm so sorry, i fell down the Art Hole again" and he says "that's ok, was the art hole fun, can i see what you did in there?". or if i have a feeling i'm going to draw until late at night i'll be like "pre warning, i might be in the art hole this evening" and when i'm done he's texted me goodnight anyway.
tldr: find someone who doesn't get mad at you for crawling into a hole and instead helps you out of the hole and asks what you saw down there
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