I thank @ghiertor-the-gigapeen for introducing me to Yancy and Murdock being Actor's kids!

come back skulk Cub my beloved come back

bungo mayoi is just the gift that keeps on giving and can inspire artists and writers with so many great ideas such as:

alice in wonderland

tarot cards

pied piper dazai and his army of rats

tengu dazai annoying the shit out of drunk yokai chuuya

phantom thieves

skateboarding atsushi falling on his butt

fyodor actually changing his clothes for once

it's just great man. now if you'll excuse me, i need to go write aquarium chuuya throwing stuffed killer whales at people

Arghh I’ve finally created this drawing I’ve been wanting to do ever since I first read this chapter. It was truly brutal. I could barely look at the screen while i read it!! Anyways yea this is from chapter 40 of Anyone by @gentrychild :D

speaking of fucked up overly hated female twdg characters i find it Super Interesting how people will say carver was the best villain in the whole series, but when lilly is literally just a successful carver (iron fist leader of a community turning children into soldiers) suddenly shes a bad/lame villain for some reason 🤔

taking a little break from walls and floors to work on another project of mine- reorganizing my build catalog. i've been hiding all the windows and doors i never use and in doing so i've had a good look at a few meshes that i actually really like. so i'm recoloring everything to have a matching white swatch (because seriously ea? dang) and adding some bright brick frames to other pieces. hid all the icons (cc wrenches + pack icons) and ugh it's so pleasing to look at. no longer such a cluttered jumble of stuff.

More misc. daily life pictures and such

「If it wasn’t fake...if it was real the whole time...was my pain real too?」

I feel like...I’ve been dreaming for a long, long time

cooommmeeeettttt

i’m starting this off by asking how are you? (because this might be one of the more unhinged things i’ve said and also i’m not here often and feel like i need to get niceties out of the way before i go feral 😅)

but anyways into the insanity-

in the interest of self exploration (wink wink) i have inflicted some pretty decent bruises/cuts/scrapes

sometimes it freaks me out but at the same time i almost find looking at the marks is hotter than inflicting them

but now i’m stuck thinking about how the ghoul/ettes would each feel about the marks left by their partners the next day. like who flaunts them, who uses them as inspiration for some self love, who can’t stop looking at them?

-yours in filth, 🦷

Hiiiiiiiii I'm goooodd. I hope you're doing well too! God I have so many thoughts about this, let me try to corral them.

Ghoul/ette mark appreciation/habits/something under the cut.

Dew: for sure gets off on any marks that get left on him over and over again. Pressing down hard on the place in his belly he can still feel Mountain's cock. Curling his own fingers around his throat and pressing down on the fingerprints pressed to his skin by Rain's fingers. Rain: likes to look. He already loves to look at himself. It's made even better when he's painted in bruises, marks from Dew's fangs, or Swiss' fingers. Welts from Cirrus' riding crop. Whatever he can. He always asks for them in places he can look at later. Especially loves to see his ribs and thighs decorated. Aether: Doesn't think much about them after the fact. Lives very in the moment. Looking at them doesn't get him off--the bite of pain they provide doesn't either. But sometimes, when he's alone and horned up. He'll dig his fingers into a scabbing slice and use his quintessence magic to put him back into that moment. Sometimes it's even better the second time. Cirrus: Does not let just anyone mark her. And she doesn't mark particularly easily. So any marks on Cirrus' body are sacred, reserved only for her and the person who made them. There are ghouls in the abbey who have never seen a love bite on Cirrus' skin. She cherishes the ones she allows, loves them. Wears them proudly for whoever gave them to her (but no one else). Cumulus: Bruises like a peach. Almost always seems to have hickies on her neck and collarbones, and tits. Not shy about showing them off. Loves to slip her skirt a little higher on her skirt so she can press her fingers into the dark ones on her thighs, into the deep bites made by fangs. Likes to show them off to other pack members as an invitation to do their worst--to see what they can add to the canvas that is her body. Sunshine: Heals super fast, hates it. Doesn't get to hold onto any sex injuries for very long. But that doesn't stop her from trying. When they do stay for longer than twenty-four hours she has to show them off. Likes to talk about them, much like Cumulus. Will say things like "Well, Cirrus did this one and I've had it for two days! You can't compete" (because she really wants them to compete about it.) Aeon: Strangely shy about marks left on him. Really really loves being marked up by someone's mouth. But likes to keep those things close to him. Those marks are gifts to him, because he was a good boy. No one else needs to see them or know how bad they are. But when he's alone he definitely takes himself apart by closing his eyes and digging his fingers into them and telling himself how good he's been.

Aurora: Somewhere between Aeon and Rain. Loves to be marked, loves that little ache of pain. But doesn't really want to show them off to anyone but herself. She'll stand in front of her mirror the day after a rough session and run her fingers over all her bruises, cataloging them all, remembering the exact moments they were made. Then (after a brief distraction) will go about her day like they're not even there and nothing happened. Those are for her pleasure. No on else's. Mountain: Doesn't particularly care about looking at them, doesn't use them as a way to get off necessarily. But definitely gets a little jolt of want when he accidentally aggravates it. When he sits down after a night bent over Dew's knee he has to bite back a whine as the ache pours through him. Swiss: Likes to show them off--has to. Will go shirtless after a particularly rough session with Cirrus. If Rain has flayed his back open with his claws, everyone has to see it. Always wears v-neck t-shirts when his neck is fucked up.

Sorry but am I the only one that thought that episode…sucked? Like it was straight up bad. Horrible pacing, no wrap up of all the random characters and plot lines they’ve thrown around all season (the tuskegee airmen, Westgates spying, literally all the guys beside like the main 4). (Seriously it makes me so mad that the three redtails got all of 5 seconds of screen time, almost no lines. Literally what was the point of introducing them other than to pretend the show was iNcLuSiVe) Even at the end of BoB and the Pacific you get a much better idea of what happened to all the remaining guys. In this they’re like what happened to DeMarco or Hambone or Brady or (insert character here) we don’t know! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The concentration camp scene felt shoehorned in compared to how it was done in BoB. Unless that actually happened to Rosie (which i haven’t heard anything about) but it was just like.. ok? It all felt so rushed and emotionless to me. Maybe I’ve just fallen out of love with MoTA but it’s been downhill for me since episode 6 or so.

i already made a little (read: long) post-finale write-up here, where i talk about the use of the tuskegee airmen, l'sandra, and overall editing/pacing issues i felt the show had. but i don't agree with the notion that adding the redtails was in any way insincere or trying to halfass being "iNcLuSiVe", i just think they suffer from this show's obvious time constraints. and to summarize what i wrote in my linked post, there's a limit to what white writers/directors/producers can do when creating a story about black people. there are some stories i'd feel uncomfortable with them telling on their own, truth be told. dee rees wasn't the sole nonwhite director, but she Was the only black one. i think she did her job well given the limitations and i appreciate that they let her direct those episodes, rather than leaving it up to a team of white people trying their best to tell a black story.

the worst i can say about the finale is that it didn't feel like That strong of finale, tho i wouldn't go as far to say it "sucked" or call it "straight up bad". i liked it plenty, it's just the weakest of the hbo war finales imo.

as for the concentration camp scene, artistic license was taken with both shows. unlike what's seen in the BoB, easy company wasn't the first to arrive at kaufering, and there's 0 mention of the all-japanese american 552nd who helped them liberate it). similarly, rosie rosenthal did assist in liberating those camps, though it would've been after the events shown this episode. idk if he saw one in that up-close way seen in this episode, but he could've (i should research this when i have time). plus, it would've felt weird Not having him acknowledge them at all. "shoe-horned" is an odd term to use here imo, as both scenes more-or-less center a jewish character (BoB's liebgott and MotA's rosie). the former show has survivors the characters can help, the latter shows no one left to help. the former has all of easy company there, the latter has rosie there all alone. rosie's scene felt deeply personal in that way. at the end of the day, both scenes are communicating different things. that doesn't make one better than the other when they aren't trying to be identical. (disclaimer, i'm not jewish, so i'd be interesting hearing from the perspective of someone who wrt whether or not they felt it was "shoe-horned")

i can understand if you've disliked the show post-episode 6 (and episode 6 was a very strong episode i'm ngl). eps 7 and 8 were weaker in many ways, even to me, so i get it. everyone's entitled to their own opinion (i'd be a hypocrite saying otherwise). just understand that this blog is run by someone who overall enjoys this show despite its flaws! basically, i encourage you to take this energy and make your own posts.

anyways i fully believe that canonically madara and/or zetsu made her do it with a slave seal because the alternative leaves me too salty to mention.

YESSSSS. I'm of the opinion that while the seal didn't fully control her, it wrecked her ability to think rationally and also probably made her mind fixate on the idea that she had to die or everyone else would.

Either way, the seal having an Effect on her that pushed her to do it makes so much more sense than her (canonically incredibly intelligent and compassionate) not considering the danger she would leave Kakashi in, or the fact that their teacher is a teleporting seal master...

Regarding the previous post, I think the way I approach trying to evaluate a piece of art is asking "Do I think the positive things I get out of it outweigh the parts of it that I don't like?" And when I call something a "guilty pleasure" song/show/book/piece of media/etc. it's really more in the sense of, "Given who I am as a person, the flaws I've found in this should be complete dealbreakers for me, but somehow they aren't, and it makes me feel like I'm having an identity crisis."

I love you Kiryu, I love you Akiyama, I love you Saejima, I love you Majima, I love you Shinada, I love you Haruka, I love you story about people becoming better through the relationships they forge, I love you display of both the joys and sorrows of life and delightful display of the human heart, I love you Nugget, I love you zany mini-games, I love you narrative about the strength we give each other and how those bonds change us, I love you Yakuza video game series

I'm experimenting on an Idea I have, but this is all I could show for now.

You can already guess who this is, pls don't jusdge me I'm working on something. 😐

cdreamnap IS EVERYTHING TOMEMEMEEE. csapnap my little soldier :(

Happy WIP Wednesday!

This first bits are from chapter three of my slowburn Dead on Main DPxDC fic, "Putting the 'Fun' Back in 'Funeral'", and the second is from a little crackfic I'm writing because oh god I made C3 very depressing and it made me sad. The first part of PFBF is from Danny's POV and the second from Jason's.

Just an FYI none of this has been beta'ed yet, so please pardon any errors!

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While the local ghost hero was waiting for a response, he was lazily heading south from Fentonworks. Easily drifting on his back above the cloud layer currently overhanging Amity, Danny couldn’t help but rest his heavy gaze upon the millions of twinkling stars before him. It was only twenty-four hours ago that he had fought his last ghost as a semi-normal person. His entire world had shifted, changing completely. Danny now had the ultimate power of the Ghost Zone. It was a startling realization that hit him quickly and he couldn’t help but grieve his childhood. While he hadn’t really had much of one in the first place, Danny still wished things could have been different. That he was in university with his friends, studying astrophysics, trying to be an astronaut.

But no. He had to step into a portal to a different dimension and have it open up on top of him. He had to die before he even started highschool - and he couldn’t even do that correctly.

A loud groan of annoyance left cold lips, gloved hands coming up to grasp at white hair. The ghost boy flipped around to float on his belly, facing the dark clouds rumbling below him. Grasping on the tingling feeling of intangibility, Danny summoned his power to the forefront of his being before letting gravity take hold of his form. He dropped quickly towards the ground, eyes closed. It was from years of practice that he knew when to allowed such a pesky notion of gravity peel away from him, his monochrome shape hovering just above the down-trodden apartment complex he called home.

A bright flash lit the sky behind Danny’s still form, the clap of thunder chasing behind not even a second later. Bright green eyes tracked his shadow as the late-spring lightning storm passed through Amity. He hovered there, for a moment. Allowing the wild winds whip around him and such a storm’s power picked up, shaking the leaves of blossomed trees. Distantly, Danny registered that rain began drizzling from the cloudbed he was just so far above. It was with a mournful shake that Danny finally moved to enter his barren apartment.

When his boots lightly tapped his threadbare carpet floors, Danny let the rings of his transformation wash over him. Gone was the royal outfit he had still yet to inspect, and in its place was the slightly dirty clothes the young man had pulled from his floor earlier that very day. Black hair flopped to cover his eyes, no longer snow-white and being kept out of view by his powers. It was with a quiet sigh that Danny moved to push the strands back, pulling his beat-up phone out from his pocket.

With practiced movements, Danny allowed himself to fall back onto the worn couch shoved in the middle of his living room. The halfa didn’t move to turn on the lights around him - there would be no point in it, after all. He could see better than an average human. Just another of the many side-effects of half-dying.

A quick entering of his password had Danny’s cracked phone unlocked, icy blue eyes skimming the two messages of confirmation from Sam and Tucker. Quickly tapping out “jazz?” and smacking the send button allowed Danny to let the device fall onto his lap. He threw his arms back dramatically, face tipping back to eye the water damage on his ceiling critically.

He really should put in a maintenance notice.

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It was there that Jason could see the form of Dick, back turned towards Jason as the elder fiddled with something on his light-stained butcher block countertops. As much as Jason wanted to annoy his brother by sneaking up on the distracted Nightwing, exhaustion still pulled heavily on his limbs.

“Didn’t I say that any bannings in Alfred’s kitchen extended to my own?”

The question clearly startled Dick, but he didn’t show it besides turning around with a bright grin.

“That’s only for cooking, Little Wing!” The older winked at his brother, gesturing him closer with his hand. “I ordered some delivery, I got your favorite from that one Thai place.”

Jason couldn’t help the creeping excitement in his voice as he fully stepped into the kitchen space. “Moo Yai?”

“Of course.”

Clapping a hand on Dick’s shoulder, Jason easily reached up to start grabbing the dishware the two of them would need. He passed Dick whatever he grabbed with a practiced ease.

Having various Bats and Birds hide away from the rest of the family at Jason’s apartment had become something the young man had come to expect. Often, he was told it was due to the coziness of his loft or his cooking prowess. He knew it wasn’t only because of those two things. The theme of finding one of his siblings breaking into his home had only begun after a particularly bad incident at the manor which caused Dick and Tim to recruit the others into making sure Jason was okay. It was information that he was not supposed to be privy to, but after the first time Tim had passed out at Jason’s place, he managed to snoop through the younger’s phone and put two and two together.

It wasn’t something Jason was… against, per se. But it was annoying when he was having a particularly bad day with the Pit Rage and he was surrounded by people he didn’t want to hurt again.

However, despite everything, moving around another person (or persons) in his kitchen had become a routine. One he never expected, but he was grateful for it all the same.

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This next bit is from a pure DP one-shot within the realms of "crack treated seriously". I'm hoping to get it posted in a few days!

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The last couple of weeks had been a chaotic stream of pandemonium. It all started with one Vlad Masters pulling an absolute Fruit Loop move which resulted in an ancient evil being awoken from his sleep. A sleep that, according to any ghost willing to talk to Danny, Pariah Dark was forced into because he was the Biggest Crazy Ever™. Of course, Danny did what any fourteen year-old superhero would do! He fought the bad guy, locked him back up in his creepy sarcophagus in his creepy castle, and then passed the fuck out.

Worst of all, that wasn’t even the really chaotic part.

No, that had to come after Danny had woken up in his bed with Jazz fretting over him. A ghost Danny had never before met had begun haunting him whenever he went on patrols. The clock-themed ghost had started off with saying things like “You bested Pariah Dark in single combat, now it is your time to take the crown” and “Young Danny, you must come back into the Infinite Realms and take your place as the Crowned Head.”

And look, Danny wasn’t the smartest kid on the block. He didn’t have the best grades, was often oblivious, and tended to ignore things that he didn’t want to deal with.

So he just ignored the blue annoyance following him everywhere.

That is, until the dang ghost stopped time and made him listen. Clockwork, which was apparently the ghost’s name, all but dragged him into the Ghost Zone, set him in front of Pariah Dark’s spooky coffin, and made him eat part of the ghost?! Apparently a “core” is something that all ghosts have but it was still gross! Danny kept throwing up afterwards, but he couldn’t seem to upchuck the weird pearl thing he had been made to swallow like an angry cat that wouldn’t take their medicine.

And now he’s here. Sitting in Mr. Lancer’s English period, waiting for the clock to tick by and end his day.

Danny’s stomach started to feel a bit weird mid-way through the previous class (algebra one with one of the football coaches) and he was fully planning on heading to the Far Frozen once the day is done.

The Far Frozen was an area in the Ghost Zone that the ghostly blue annoyance had herded him to before forcing him to eat another person. The ghost yetis there were pretty cool and were basically ghostly doctors. One of the yetis, Frostbite, had made some awesome hot chocolate and Danny was absolutely craving it. He figured it was because his stomach was upset and he really didn’t want Jazz hovering over him.

So, therefore, a trip to the Zone for some hot chocolate with some ghost yetis.

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Hope you guys enjoyed the WIPs :) Chapter three should be posted within a couple of weeks, and I'm hoping to get the silly little fic posted before the end of March uwu