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having played and completed Disco Elysium multiple times now I’m getting the chance to notice things that I really didn’t zero in on when I played it the first time.
like how bad Kim’s eyesight really is. when you find Cuno’s shack Kim is genuinely surprised that it was there, he didn’t even notice the thing that clued your Perception in on their maybe being a door. to him you really just walked up to a wall and a piece fell down and there was now a door there. and that puts his utter failure to shoot the corpse down into a completely different light (and why Empathy tells you that you shouldn’t show him compassion).
or just how funny Kim is. how willing he is to take part in a joke or a prank as long as it’s in the pursuit of solving the case or “doing your job” as policemen. how he’s willing to play a character for the Racist Lorry Driver. or mess with the wannabe Skulls and take their jackets. or even how he starts introducing you as Detective Costeau if you continue to stick with the name (though he is clearly trying very hard to keep his voice steady and face still). he genuinely actually has a good sense of humor (but is also very serious, which makes it even funnier).
or the specter of fear and anger that hovers around Garte. he doesn’t know if the Union will squeeze him out like they did all the other business owners, or if they’re going to start a war (I mean, there’s a literal dead mercenary hanging in his back yard). he’s got to be wondering how he can stay open if only locals can come in or out (due to the blockade) and he’s clinging to the idea that he has other places that he manages. we get glimpses of his real thoughts in the moments before he catches his tongue and realizes “no, I really shouldn’t talk to cops/the union/others like that.”
or the practiced apathy that Klaasje uses to hide her fear, how she pretends so hard not to care so you don’t suspect her. how effectively she can lay another tempting red herring at your feet. how Evrart Claire really is clever enough to play not only the characters but the player (if you haven’t stacked your skills correctly or if you just say the wrong things in the wrong ways). that you can even manage to accidentally help him is a testament to the writing they’ve done.
not to mention the pervasive and ever-present fury of Revachol as a reaction to their subjugation by the Moralintern. the sadness in Cuno’s eyes when you see past the speed in his bloodstream. the ways in which people struggle to survive in what is effectively a battlefield. the feeling of life’s daily struggle slowly drowning you under the weight of “you’ll never do better. you’ll never be better.” and the breath of fresh air in simple kindnesses from others (lamby, Kim’s compassionate moments, the old washerwoman, the salami man visiting his friend, the dance club, and so many more).
I could write a book about how much this game means to me. how much these people mean to me. how much the potential for change, even in a doomed world, means that we can all at least create a little joy before we go. and I don’t think I’d even scratch the surface of all that it means to me. this game is...a metamorphosis? it changes the structure of what I expect from video games in the future. it changes what I expect from storytelling. I cannot express how important this game is as a vehicle for storytelling, it changes what’s possible.
#disco elysium spoilers#disco elysium#lots of spoilers#like a whole bunch#I really do love this game as a story#I can't stop thinking about it#it's infected my brain#storytelling
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Summary: super vague thing about making a decision and solomon trying to help
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A/N: Going through a lot of anxiety lately and i wanted just a bit of comfort
It’s swelling up inside you- mixing all the contents of your insides, and threatening to spill over as blood rushes through your body. You’re unable to sit properly, shifting every second, your skin feeling too tight, jaw clenched and molars rubbing against each other, heart racing, threatening to beat out of your chest and leave you in a mess of-
“I brought the snacks!” The door swings open, and you turn quickly, watching as Solomon enters with his head down, talking about the different kinds of snacks that he brought from the human world. “I brought all your favorites, and I’ll make sure to leave a spell-” he kicks the door behind him to close, head still down peering into the bag- “that way Beelzebub won’t get into them, okay?” He lifts his head and his smile, the corners of his lips pinched upwards, slowly fall into a frown. “Are you okay?”
You intake a short breath of air, and you think about lying to him. He wouldn’t believe it, but he’s good at knowing when you want to talk about it and when you don’t. But then, you think about lying to him, after he went and got you snacks, snacks that you had wanted and that doesn’t seem fair.
“I’m uh, not,” you say it in a much softer voice than you would have expected, the last word hanging in the air in front of you. “Not okay,” you quickly add, forcing the words to push further into the air.
He reacts quickly, his expression changing as he takes long strides towards you, and he mutters something under his breath, the bag disappearing from his hands and reappearing to be placed on your desk, the contents spilling out above your laptop, and you catch a glimpse of a mascot on the candy, and you’d think that you’d taste the candy on your tongue, but you’re unable to taste anything but the bile and spit that rests heavy on your tongue. There’s a pause as he's unsure whether to sit on your bed, or if he should crouch before you. You can see the hesitation, the small jerky movements of his muscles tensing and how his eyes flutter to you and to the side of the room where a chair is unoccupied. You shift, moving away from the edge of the bed where you've laid yourself , making room for him. He sits beside you, his hands going to where you’ve curled your own into the fabric of the pillow case.
“What happened?” His voice is soft, caring, and he cares so much for you and it’s too much.
There’s no easy way to say it, and maybe there is just no way to say it- all the internal back and forth that you have been doing, choices gnawing at your mind and making you second guess yourself. “I don’t like making decisions,” you mutter. It’s so dumb when said out loud, and you realize that, you realize how dumb you must sound. Tears start to well up in your eyes, and you look down, biting the corners of your lips in a shamed and nervous smile.
“Why not?” A hand leaves yours and you follow it with your eyes, losing it once it goes around you, but his hand is on your back, closed and running up and down. You shrug and fiddle with the loose thread on the edge of the pillowcase. “What makes this decision so difficult for you?”
“I don’t like disappointing people,” you say in a shaky voice. “I wish I were better at not caring.” You wish you could say that you want others to make the hard decisions for you, but even then, that would be far too much, that would make you an ill-mannered person, incapable of doing the most basic things and that type of shame makes you want to cry.
The other hand leaves yours, and the pads of his fingers touch against your jaw, turning your head towards him. “If you ask me, I love how much you care about others.” There’s a melancholic smile that graces his features, that makes him look older and wistful. “You try to do your best to please others, and I think that shows how loving you are. You want to help others, and you always have this smile on your face when you do it, you never give up on others. But-” you look up at him, brows knitted together- “you also sacrifice too much of yourself to please others. It’s like you stretch yourself thin to help others, to make sure that they’re happy before you. You feel like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders and you don’t want any help.”
“I don’t want to annoy people,” you croak. “I talk too much and then we just end up going in circles and it should be an easy decision but it isn’t.” You have to look away from him unless he sees the tears that start to kiss on your cheeks.
“You won’t annoy anyone. Certainly not me.” Once more, Solomon guides you back to look at him and a thumb traces under your eye, swiping at the budding tear. Another tear soon replaces the lost one. “If there’s anyone that you could ever talk to, it would be me.”
There’s a constricting sensation around your throat, and you look down, one of your hands reaching upwards, to keep his hand held against your face.
“Do you want help from me?” He asks, and you bite your tongue. He sighs, and you can see his chest take in the breath and slowly puff it out. “Do you want a hug?”
You can feel in the air how tense it’s gotten, how he’s stepping on eggshells to be around you and to make sure that you’re okay with him being so close- that you’re okay with letting him in. It feels wrong to ruin a moment, but you do so anyways, fearing that letting him see too much would only push him away. “I feel like that’s asking too much. You look up at him, a wobbly smile ticking at the corner of your lips. “Isn’t that against sorcerer and apprentice code?” You’re more than happy to let him see you happy, to see your back and to relish in that type of person, than this scared one.
He grins, and though he doesn’t age, at least not as rapidly as you do, you can see the crow’s feet that deepen with his smile. “It’ll be our secret then, hm?” The bed dips closer to your thighs as he moves closer to you. “Plus, I’d be a horrible person if I let someone as pretty as you cry.” You push yourself forward, and for a brief moment, in his arms and with your face against his chest, hearing and feeling his heart beat and echo against you, you feel at bliss, any worry gone and evaporated into the air and a part of you wonders if he had anything to do with that. “There we go,” he mutters, his arms wrapping around and leaving your face warm with his mark. “Much better, hm?” You feel his lips press against the crown of your head. Tears burn, and you feel like you’re being choked by a phantom of guilt and shame, as he holds you with a tenderness you can’t recall being given to you.
“Much better,” you agree, shifting in his arms, wrapping your own around his torso. You keep yourself pressed close to him and it feels right. There’s no lie in that sentence. You do feel better, you feel more of yourself than you have in a long time, and you know that it’s him causing this- for better or for worse. But you like feeling calm, you like being happy with him. In the time of your apprenticeship, you both have grown closer, you’ve seen just how patient he can be. He’s the best of both of you, and you’ll always stare up at him, wanting his touch, but never feeling as though that would ever be enough, that you’d always want more.
“Whatever it is that's going on-” worry settles in once more, and as if he could tell, he presses another kiss to your once more- “we’ll figure it out. You’re still here, and as long as you and I are together, we’ll figure it out.”
“Promise?” You ask, peeling away from him, tears making your vision blurry and when you blink them away, they leave trails of crystals on your cheeks.
Solomon nods his head. “Promise.” A kiss is pressed to the tip of your nose, and your eyes scrunch at the feeling, your smile coming back. “I’d never break a promise to you, not ever.” He pulls away and moves himself onto the bed, lifting a hand and you watch as the blanket folded on the edge of your bed lifts and curves around you, trying to nudge you close to him. You laugh lightly, getting the message and crawling over to him. “There you are,” he says in a whisper, pulling you close to his chest, his limbs entangling into yours as he hides himself into your neck, his breath warm and lips soft as they kiss against your pulse. “Whatever it is, I’ll take good care of you.”
“Solomon,” you say softly, and his name feels so heavy on your tongue. He hums in response, and his hand grabs yours to hold to his chest. You’re silent for a moment too long and he twitches- his legs straightening and you’ve ruined the comfortable pose he was already in. “Thank you,” you add quickly. “I don’t think I could have ever been this version of me without you.” You’re scared, but you know that he’s here. You know that he’s helping you, letting you take comfort in him and letting you rely on others. He’s allowing you to be soft and clingy like a child, letting you take no shame in it, and only encouraging it. You walk on shaky legs like a fawn, voicing your worries, and you hold onto him in a tight grip. “Without sounding so sappy,” you add, “you really, really-” you emphasize the word- “mean a lot to me.”
“Hate to tell you this, my love-” you look up at him and he’s given you a particularly mischievous grim- “but that sounded really sappy.” You open your mouth, a snide remark already on your tongue, when he continues. “But if it helps, you really mean a lot to me as well. Much more than I could have ever thought.” You press yourself closer to his chest, hands twisting into the fabric of his shirt. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Maybe? I don’t want to bore you-” he clears his throat and you cringe upon yourself. “I already made the decision a bit ago, and it’s been finalized, but I can’t help but worry if it was the right thing to do or to say, and it sucks and-” tears return and there’s a harsh crack in your voice. “What if I regret it?”
Solomon stays quiet for a moment. “I’ve lived for a long time, and there are a lot of things that I regret, both from actions that I’ve done and actions that I chose not to do. But-” you can tell that he’s choosing his words carefully, letting them form on his tongue and roll out- “at the end, they didn’t seem to matter. I’m here with you and whatever decision led me here, was a good one.”
“Despite all the sadness?” You ask in a meek voice.
“I've learned that there are always going to be some type of negative feelings and while I wish that there wouldn’t be any sadness around, that feeling will always linger. You just have to let that feeling roll off of you, if the decision has been made and finalized, that’s it. It’s out of your hands now. There’s no need to worry about it. You can’t let it consume you. I know that you think you’ll regret it, but maybe it was for the best. It’ll work out. Whatever it was for, I doubt this will be the last opportunity that you’ll have. There will always be more things that will come your way.”
The words help, if only for a moment, and you cling closer to him, worry washing off of you for a brief moment and letting your body feel heavy. “And you’ll be there?” You ask in a soft voice, vulnerability etched into your words, that it’d be impossible to untangle the feeling and words. “To hear me out and stuff?”
“I’ll be here till you grow tired of me,” he says earnestly. “For stuff and all.” He presses his lips to the top of your head once more.
It’s silent for a moment, and your hands have loosened from a fist to just curving around his sides. The conversation is done, and you know that if you wanted to open it again, you could, but you want to spend time with him that isn’t so worrisome. “You brought candy?”
“I did!” He sounds so proud of himself, so chipper, that you smile. “From that store in your hometown? The one that you were telling me a while ago?”
Your eyes widen and you lift yourself up, and your face breaks into a smile. It’s wide and stretched, and his smile is so much softer, his eyes looking upwards at you, and hands pulling back towards him to lay flat on his stomach. “Really?” You ask in an incredulous voice. He gives you a sharp nod. “Solomon,” you gasp out, “you’re the best.” You lay back down, peppering his face with short and fleeting kisses and he’s giggling the whole way through, his arms wrapping around you and holding you to him.
“I’m glad that I could be of service,” he says through a fit of laughter. You sit down beside him, your hands tapping on your thighs. “If I had known that that would’ve been the reaction, I would’ve said something much sooner.” You roll your eyes and he starts to pull himself upwards into a sitting position like yours. His hands grab yours, long and thin fingers wrapping around yours. “Whatever you need from me, you only have to ask.” His hand lifts yours to press a kiss to the back of your hand.
#obey me#obey me solomon#obey me swd#obey me solomon x reader#solomon x mc#obey me solomon headcanons#solomon headcanons#i've been falling for solomon and barbs lately#like a whole bunch#um#yeah#one more thing later today#and then yeah#i wanna write for obey me more#but i have like short bursts of ideas that don't fit my writing style#and it makes me go all !!!#ya know
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posting a gift wip since I know my siblings aren't on here haha
#rug hooking#wip#purely personals#fabrication#older sis is getting a swan and bb sis is getting an otter#went out today and donated a bunch of yarn at an art supply swap thing#was nice that they had small amounts of yarn/not full skeins that other people donated#because I don't really need a whole ass skein especially if it's solid color#I just want bits and pieces so I can do stuff like the swan background#like this a lot more than latchhook; like latchhook would be pixel art and rug hooking is more like drawing/more freeform#oH it's also nice that all that yarn I prechopped for latchhook I can still use for rug hooking haha#also went to a fabric store and it was crammed full of stuff and the yarn selection was actually really nice#will def go back
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Wolfie and Four friendship appreciation doodles! They're shared secrets besties! I hope Four's distrust of the shadow crystal doesn't drive anything between them. Wild found his way into this compilation with a force. It seems I can't draw Wolfie and not include him too!
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu four#lu twilight#lu wolfie#lu wild#lu legend#lu hyrule#fairy hyrule#I drew most of these on my weekends at camp#hence the swearing probably lol can't swear in front of the campers#man I did not leave that mountain for the whole summer and I wouldn't have it any other way#I was there 6+ weeks straight#some of the other counselors who also stayed and I would occasionally make the hour drive into town#a bunch of us went to see the Barbie movie together and like 2/3 through the film the fire alarm went off and we were evacuated ajhsgfsdf#we all held hands to not be separated in case there was an actual emergency and some guy was like 'look at the preschoolers'#AND AAAAA I won't be separated from my counselor buddies!!!! RAAAHH this is what we would have gotten the kids to do#so I guess we're just too good at our jobs lol#that one LU post with the lads lined up with their bows? It's AWESOME#but I taught a bunch of kids archery this summer and none of the lads have the right posture lol#I'm walking up and down that line readjusting all of them ahsgdsdf#Imagine Wars going to Wind though like 'remember to pull back to your smile! :D '#and Wind just deadeye staring him down like you serious rn?#caught and removed a scorpion from the lake cabin biffy this summer - that was very exciting#calmed the campers down and put them to bed and then rolled up my sleeves and asked the program staff who was staying with us#for emotional support#her only experience with scorpions was from animal crossing so she was like 'get ready to run' and I'm- I think we'll be okay#anyways it's her perched on one of the toilets with a spray bottle of bleach and me with an empty tupperware from dinner#I caught it under the tupperware but IT MOVED THE TUPPERWARE#we drowned it in bleach and it like finally died but it took a while and then we flung it into the woods BYE BUGGY
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Please, if you can, take a moment to read and share this because I feel like I'm screaming underwater.
NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) stigma is rampant right now, and seems to be getting progressively worse. Everyone is using it as a buzzword in the worst ways possible, spreading misinformation and hatred against a real disorder.
I could go on a long time about how this happened, why it's factually incorrect (and what the disorder actually IS), why it's harmful, and the changes I'd like to see. But to keep this concise, I'll simply link to a few posts under the cut for further reading.
The point of this post is a plea. Please help stop the spread of stigma. Even in mental health communities, even around others with personality disorders, in neurodivergent "safe" spaces, other communities I thought people would be supportive in (e.g. trans support groups, progressive spaces in general), it keeps coming up. So I'm willing to bet that a lot of people on this site need to see this.
Because it's so hard to exist in this world.
My disorder already makes me feel as if I'm worthless and unlovable, like there's something inherently wrong and damaged about me. And it's so much harder to fight that and heal when my daily life consists of:
Laughing and spending time with my friends, doing my utmost best to connect and stay present and focused on them, trying to let my guards down and be real and believe I'm lovable- when suddenly they throw out the word "narcissist" to describe horrible people or someone they hate, or the conversation turns to how evil "people with narcissistic personality disorder" are. (Seriously, you don't know which of your friends might have NPD and feels like shit when you say those things & now knows that you'd hate them if you knew.)
Trying to look up "mental health positivity for people with npd", "mental health positivity cluster bs", only to find a) none of that, and b) more of the same old vile shit that makes me feel terrible about myself.
Having a hard time (which is constant at this point) and trying to look up resources for myself, only to again, find the same stigma. And no resources.
Not having any clue how to help myself, because even the mental health field is spitting so much vitriol at people with DISORDERS (who they're supposed to be helping!) that there's no solid research or therapy programs for people like me.
Losing close friends when they find out, despite us having had a good relationship before, and them KNOWING me and knowing that I'm not like the trending image of pwNPD. Because now they only see me through the lens of stigma and misinformation.
Hearing the same stigma come up literally wherever I go. Clubs. Meetings. Any online space. At the bus stop. At the mall. At a restaurant. At work. Buzzword of the year that everyone loooves loudly throwing around with their friends or over the phone. Feels awesome for me, makes my day so much better/s
I could go on for a long time, but I'm scared no one will read/rb this if it gets too much longer.
So please. Stop using the word "narcissist" as a synonym for "abusive".
Stop bringing up people you hate who you believe to have NPD because of a stigmatizing article full of misinformation whenever someone with actual NPD opens their mouth. (Imagine if people did that with any other disorder! "Hey, I'm autistic." "Oh... my old roommate screamed at me whenever I made noise around him, and didn't understand my needs, which seems like sensory overload and difficulty with social cues. He was definitely autistic. But as long as you're self-aware and always restraining your innate desire to be an abusive asshole, you're okay I guess, maybe." ...See how offensive and ignorant that is?)
Stop preventing healthcare for people with a disorder just because it's trendy to use us as a scapegoat.
If you got this far, thank you for reading, and please share this if you can. Further reading is under the cut.
NPD Criteria, re-written by someone who actually has NPD
Stigma in the DSM
Common perception of the DSM criteria vs how someone may actually experience them (Keep in mind that this is the way I personally experience these symptoms, and that presentation can vary a lot between individuals)
"Idk, the stigma is right though, because I've known a lot of people with NPD who are jerks, so I'm going to continue to support the blockage of treatment for this condition."
(All of these were written by me, because I didn't want to link to other folks' posts without permission, but if you want to add your own links in reblogs or replies please feel free <3)
#actuallynpd#signal boost#actuallyautistic#mental health awareness#narcissistic personality disorder#people also need to realize that mental health professionals aren't immune from bias#(it really shouldn't come as a shock that the mental health field has a longstanding pattern of misunderstanding and mistreating ppl who ar#mentally ill or otherwise ND)#the first therapist i brought up NPD to like. literally pulled out the DSM bc she could barely remember the criteria. then said that there'#no way I have it because I have low self-esteem lmaoooooo#anyway throwback to being at work and chatting with a co-worker. and the conversation turning to mental health. and him saying that#he tries to stay informed and be aware and supportive of mental health conditions & that he doesn't want to be ignorant or spread harmful#misinformation. and then i mentioned that i do a lot of research into mental health stuff and i listed a bunch of things. which included#several personality disorders. one of which was NPD.#and after listening to my whole ass list he zeroed in on the NPD and immediately started talking about how narcissists are abusive and#he knew someone who had NPD and how the person who had it had an addiction and died from the addiction in a horrible way and he#was glad he did#fun times#or when i decided to be vulnerable and talk abt my self-criticism/self-hatred bc i knew my friends also struggled w that and i wanted to#support them by sharing my own coping methods. and they both(separately!) started picking and prodding at my npd through the lens of stigma#bc i'd recently opened up to them abt having it. they recognized self-hatred as a symptom and still jumped on me for it. despite me#trying to share hurt vulnerable parts of myself to help them and connect with them.#again..... fun times
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This chocobo looks familiar.... Right...?
#ff7 rebirth#cloud strife#ff7#chocobo#zack fair#should I tag it as that#should i use the zakkura tag#i guess i should#bc i honestly couldn't believe my eyes when i got to nibel region and this came running to me#like... the mako#the coconut colour of his eyes#and the whole obvious silhouette#it's my boi#i'm sorry this is the first pic i drop after whining a bunch about Zack hahha
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You are not a coward. You have a goddamn medical condition, alright?
#Adaine having an adult looking out for her for the first time in her life what the fuck#made this while watching the last two episodes of fy#cried twice#I love Jawbone and Adaine. this guy tried to kill her in a night club but he’s her dad now so it’s chill#I made her look so sad I’m sorry Adaine#I will always have a soft spot for found family where the family is just a whole bunch of weirdos /aff#(everyone in FH. literally all of them fall into that category for me.)#there’s a shaded version of this with a bg and everything I just don’t like it as much as the flatcolor#d20#fantasy high#d20 fantasy high#dimension 20#d20 fanart#fantasy high freshman year#fhfy#adaine abernant#adaine o'shaughnessey#adaine fantasy high#adaine fanart#jawbone o'shaughnessey#jawbone fantasy high#fh#d20 fhfy#undescribed#my art
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Wait, did you put a photo of Vil and Neige as kids in Eric’s office??
oh good, I was afraid that wasn't going to read properly and people would just be like "what is this supposed to be". :') but yeah! I like to think Eric was pretty fond of Neige as a kid! single dad sees orphan child approximately the same age as his own son and goes "hmm. okay, you guys are going to be friends now." (this did not go as well as he'd hoped.)
(also I do love how it's kind of a running joke that everyone loves Neige except for Vil, who's standing over in the corner and just seething with furious irrational hatred. someday maybe he'll find someone who doesn't think Neige is the best thing since cinnamon rolls.)
#art#twisted wonderland#vil: am i massively projecting my own hangups and insecurities onto someone who i would otherwise find only mildly annoying#vil: no it must be neige who is wrong#idk i just like neige a lot! he's sweet and i find him fascinating honestly#there's ONE offhanded comment about how oh yeah he's been orphaned since a young age and just never talks about it#he lives with a bunch of dwarves and cooks and cleans for them and this has been going on since he was like eight#like. hello?!#there's a whole backstory here that we're never going to get more than this single crumb of and frankly that makes it better#man if i had a nickel for every fandom about fairytale characters in high school#where i instantly fell in love with the snow white character#i'd have two nickels et cetera you know the rest
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#was looking for some fics with these two#I imagine this is one of their first interactions and Hunter is already fed up with Darius#but Darius is just trying to get to know the successor of his mentor and check if he's at least a little bit capable of doing his job#he's also a little weirded out by the similarity between these two#basically I imagine Darius gave him a couple of vibe checks that Hunter had failed#and Hunter takes it as questoning his place in the coven#god darius design is so pink and awful#it's so jover uni starts tommorow#it's like the most boring drawing ever but I'm just still in my I have to get better at backgrounds era#and also if I'll draw 100 awful things I get a decent one eventually#it's like inktober but lasts your whole life and devours your soul in the process#no caption just pure tags now I understand those few people who keep reblogging all my tags cuz I give all the fucking context there#there's probably like 10 things I would spot tommorow that would fix the drawing a whole bunch but I just ...don't want to ig#the owl house#sheerak#the golden guard#darius deamonne#hunter toh#toh hunter#hunter deamonne#toh fanart#the owl house fanart#dadrius#not yet but#you guys most fellow toh fanartists moved on and fanart fiona and cake but I keep brainrotting the same stuff over and over#good old toh trashpile
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TO BE SAFE. EDDIE MUNSON
synopsis: you ask to sleep over at eddie’s for the first time, and he undoubtedly is head over heels for you
word count: 1.2k
authors notes: somebody requested this before i started my blog over! if this finds u, im sending you a cookie and a kiss, as promised x
warnings: fem!reader, use of gendered pet names (princess, pretty girl), dialogue is…….cheesy cringe a little😔, clueless eddie, kissing !!!
“Goddamit.”
Eddie hisses beside you at the jumpscare on screen. It was the quietest sound, drowned underneath the blood-curdling screams in the film. It probably would’ve gone completely unnoticed. Unluckily for him, it didn’t. Luckily for you, your legs were draped over his lap, so the mechanical jolt of fright sent your own legs jumping into the air.
His head is thrown against the back of his couch as he slaps his free hand over his eyes. You giggle as you watch his skin flush scarlet underneath your stare.
“Eddie, it’s okay,” you coo, voice shaky in between your laughter.
The embarrassment doesn’t quite subside, but the sound of your infectious giggle and the feeling of you moving into his lap to pry away his fingers is enough to have his chest rumbling with mirrored joy. He gazes up at you as you hold his hands.
“You scared, Eds?”
You don’t mean for it to sound like you’re teasing, but he laughs anyway. With a grin, he shakes his head wildly and clasps his hands around your back.
“Nope, I’ve got a princess to protect me.”
He pushes you down into the couch so that he’s hovering above you, and you respond with a squeal. Your legs are locked around his waist as his hands dig into the plush of the cushion beside your head. He leans down with a proud smile to press a kiss to your mouth.
The kisses are sloppy. He litters your face and neck in open-mouthed love bites, none hard enough to leave any mark. When he reaches your lips, it’s more smiles and spit than any real kiss, but neither of you seem to mind. Not when the smell of his citrusy shampoo wraps around your figure to make you dizzy. Not when your hands roam along his biceps and up to the nape of his neck like you’re the only thing keeping him from floating away.
It’s a mess of hushed teasing and giggles and clashing teeth, and it’s perfect.
As he pushes himself up for a moment of air, he looks off to the side before releasing a displeased sigh. “Shit, it’s getting late,” he observes solemnly.
He sits back on his heels, just far away enough for you to hold yourself up. You follow his line of sight and find that the digital clock on the shelf reads 11:15. Your shoulders deflate and your heart sinks.
“It is kinda late, isn’t it?”
Once you turn back to him, his eyes are stuck on you. Gorgeous, dilated pupils run across the high points of your cheekbones and back down to your lips. His gaze commands a rush of heat to caress your skin until your insides are set ablaze and your mouth is painfully dry.
The utter lack of urgency may as well have been a weighted blanket.
One of his arms snakes around your waist to pull you into him further. He leans forward, tilting his head ever-so-slightly to catch your lips.
This one is less playful than the ones you shared just seconds before. His movements are languid, purposeful. Like all the air had been stolen from his lungs and you were oxygen.
Your elbows threaten to buckle underneath your weight. Though, you’d happily sink back into the couch cushions and let them swallow you whole, if it meant you got to kiss him all night. And he’d just as eagerly take up the opportunity to have you underneath him for as long as he could entertain.
But he’s pulling away. Your foreheads rest together as you wear matching expressions of bliss: eyes closed, and slick, kiss-bitten lips parted. His thumb sinks underneath the hem of your shirt to dance across your skin. Another weighted blanket.
“I’ll drive ya,” he whispers reluctantly.
You watch as Eddie stands to stretch, and the warmth follows. A pensive wrinkle makes home between his brows as he slowly moves to grab his jacket. This, along with the nagging feeling in your chest, was routine whenever you spent the day at his place.
It’s not that he hasn’t offered for you to spend the night before, because he’s suggested it quite a few times. It was just so scary. The nerves bubble and spill over and it’s just all a mess inside your head whenever you want to ask.
Today is something different, though. All that occupies your mind is Eddie, Eddie, Eddie and suddenly, you think it’d be impossible to spend the night without him.
“Really? You’re not tired?” The questions run off your tongue without a second thought.
“Well, I’m wide awake now,” he jests, running the metal of his rings over his bottom lip. He pats the pockets of his jacket for his keys, and when he comes up empty, he searches the kitchen counter.
The fear creeps back into your head as you watch him rifle through drawers. It makes you shrink in on yourself as you trudge over to your shoes that lay haphazardly by the door.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to drive if you’re tired,” you ask softer.
Noticing a change in your demeanor, he looks up at you to see your teeth worrying at your lower lip. “I’m sure,” he insists sweetly, “Can’t let my pretty girl drive alone in the dark.”
He finally finds his keys and moves over to where his own pair of shoes rested beside yours. He sends you an easy grin and it makes it all the harder to swallow down your anxieties.
“It’s foggy out,” you mention faintly. You don’t know what the weather is like outside. It was merely you grasping at straws to freeze him in his motion. You’re sure it’s blatantly obvious at this point, expecting a light tease from the wavy-haired boy.
But oblivious as he is, Eddie peeks out the blinds anyway to scan the trailer park. He hums. It’s a little gloomy, but hardly anything to worry about. Just as he’s about to reassure you again, he pauses when he spots your fingers fidgeting with a loose seam in your sleeve. You’re staring down at your shoes — which you’ve purposely done a poor job of putting on, as they’re only halfway on your feet — with your tongue bitten between your teeth.
“Maybe…” you pause to take a deep inhale. “It’s probably better if I stay? If that's okay with you, I mean.”
Then, does Eddie freeze. And he feels like an absolute fool.
He feels like an absolute fool for being the one to get up first. For not getting the totally conspicuous hints you’ve been trying to give him for the past minute and a half. For being so focused on trying to find his damn keys that he hoped he’d lost in the first place. And for standing in shocked silence for so long that you’ve begun to frown and properly shove your ankles inside your shoes.
“Yeah,” he replies abruptly, reaching out for your arm.
“Yeah?” The hopeful rise in your inflection makes him gently squeeze your elbow.
“Yeah, of course you can stay. I want you to.”
You nod. You duck your chin to your chest to hide the shy smile on your lips, but to no avail. Eddie can spot your bright grin from a mile away and makes him go weak in the knees with a blush that he’s sure is making its way to his cheeks.
“Just to be safe, ya know,” you add before toeing off your shoes and pushing them closer to the wall.
“Right. To be safe.”
#i lost track of the plot at first…….like always#it’s not a bcyhoods fic if there isn’t a whole bunch of other shit happening#ᝰ cece’s scribbles#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fic#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson imagine#stranger things#stranger things fluff#stranger things fic
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Aren't you tired of being nice?
#boyfriend to death#art#idk man i just wanted to draw the whole fire backlight look again#tho the problem with colouring like this is you lose a lot of detail at the front lol#he didnt start the fire 🎶#it was always burning 🎶#first thing i've properly drawn in about a month \o/#august was a bit of a clusterfuck for me for multiple reasons#on a side note i do have a bunch of asks ive been meaning to answer since months ago so theyre coming at some point#...i forgot...his sunglasses#just pretend he has them in a pocket or something
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Sooo I heard there was some demand for more shartwolf
#my other sketch from october suddenly got a bunch of notes yesterday so I took it as a sign#anyways thanks everyone for the support!#i like the idea of selunite shart just randomly pulling a vicar amelia one day#and the whole camp has to deal with her confused fear-aggression intermingled with religious trauma#baldur's gate 3#bg3#shadowheart#werewolf shadowheart#shartwolf#lae'zel#does this count as#shadowzel#???#quail scratches#*crawls back into my shrubbery*
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I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rottmnt headcanons#rise leo#His aptitude with subterfuge sleight of hand stealth and speed really push how being a ninja really comes naturally to him.#it’s arguable that his desperation for the spotlight and validation is an act of subterfuge against himself#note that when he’s offered a job as a mascot he’s fine being unknown#when he and splinter win the battle nexus Leo immediately says ‘they love YOU pops’#idk I think so much about how good a ninja Leo is#and how much his persona is more an actor#Leo as a tot is shown a natural skill at katana too so hear me out-#every Leo is a natural ninja but every Leo’s route in life is directly tied to their splinter so#since rise splinter is an actor Leo too aims for it#and he brings it into his whole life - masking always because a Leo makes what they do who they are#I think that Leo naturally falls more in line with that of a typical ninja#his eccentric performer self is his subterfuge skill just set to an 11 at all times#not that that’s NOT him - like I said it’s still undoubtedly a part of Leo#but? idk I think about little moments like Leo being the only one to choose stealth in bug busters#or Leo being the only one to almost get Gus’s dog tags in The Ninja Art of Hide and Seek (he was so close but luck was against him alas)#like- he’s clearly in his element there and he falls into those skills so easily#it’s like how everyone has skills in so many things but some exceed more in some than others do#like Raph? Raph’s the biggest Hero of the bunch of them let’s be perfectly real here. Raph is THE Hero#All the boys are smart in their own rights but Donnie is THE Genius.#and they all have mystic powers but Mikey is THE Mystic Warrior with immense untapped potential#likewise Leo I feel is THE Ninja#but yeah I love how much Leo goes for the spotlight anyway for better or for worse#he IS a performer again make no mistake! but again the way he does it still lines up with his natural ninja aptitude and I love it#Leo loving magic tricks and magicians so much works doubly well here because like#you’d think he’s focused solely on the performance flair - no it’s ALSO and ESPECIALLY the DECEPTION
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I originally had typed up a whole ass angry rant about how fucking awful some of the takes are about Oppenheimer (it seems primarily from people who haven't even seen the fucking film), but I decided against posting it (and then I wrote this which now that I'm reading over it, still ended up being a bit of an angry fucking rant so oops).
But what I will say is that the film does not glorify the bomb or what it was used for. So please shut the fuck up about that. Also, this is a story about J. Robert Oppenheimer. The bomb is a large part of the story because it was a huge part of his life. But the focus is on him and his emotional journey through the film. They are trying to pack about 600 pages of dense material into three hours. There is simply not enough time to go on a side quest to address a lot of the things many of you are insisting be addressed. Especially when Oppenheimer himself was not directly involved in them.
I've seen many people say that this story should never have been told. And, kindly, fuck you. We live in an age where people are constantly trying to change, discredit, or dismiss history. We desperately need more people to become engaged with it again. Prior to this film, there were a whole ton of people who had been so failed by their history classes they had no idea who J. Robert Oppenheimer even was. People still know alarmingly little about the bomb and the scientists who worked on it and if this film allows them to be more interested/educated in that topic, that's a win.
This film brings to light more than just the bomb. It's a discussion on morality and the relationship between scientists and the government.
Also, you don't get to say that a piece of art shouldn't be made just because it makes you fucking uncomfortable. Don't consume that piece of art, then. But you have no right to say someone shouldn't make something, or others shouldn't consume or enjoy it just because it makes you uncomfortable.
#fucking people istg#it must exhausting needing every piece of entertainment you consume to be morally pure#why do i feel like i'm about to have a whole bunch of people getting very angry in my inbox#just let people enjoy things jfc#oppenheimer#laur babbles
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Indulging in a Rouge the Bat moment
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#rouge the bat#sonic the hedgehog#suggestive art#if youve played sonic adventure 2 a whole bunch like I have then you can probably hear her “So cute~” voiceline in your head
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I see a lot of posts about Danny seeing Jason and immediately thinking he’s a baby ghost and wanting to adopt him but what if it’s the other way around?
What if Jason sees Danny and is hit with oh my god that’s a baby, who left a baby unattended out on the street?? He needs help, gotta protect him, mine, yeah he’s mine now, I got u lil guy don’t worry
Meanwhile 15 yr old Danny is like um hi?? And promptly gets kidnapped. But he just lets it happen because he’s actually feeling the safest he’s ever felt in his life with this guy, and Danny’s core immediately recognizes Jason as parental figure and just relaxes Danny 100%
Jasons feeling like Danny is a helpless baby while Danny feels safe, protect, calm, safe, relax, and he just lets Jason take him home. Neither are really sure why or what is going on with them but they’re not gonna stop it.
I think it’s because Danny’s own parents kinda suck and any other ghost that he’s interacted with he’s had to fight in some capacity or has been spooked by them. Jason’s the only one who 1) wanted to parent him and 2) has good vibes. Danny’s usually waiting for fights to happen and he’s very stressed. Jason calms him down so much he probably falls asleep before they even get to Jason’s apartment, full trust that Jason will take care of him.
Meanwhile Jason never really connects with his pit side, but really wants to find some way to have a truce. Cue Danny, and both Jason and the Pit turn to protectiveness and so the rage becomes more protection and Jason yk, might be kinda lonely and wanting something to take care of. He was probably thinking about getting a cat and not a kid but he’s not complaining
#Jason asks Alfred how to care for a baby and the whole batfam panics#they think he adopted/had an actual baby human child#they panic buy a bunch of baby stuff and parenting books and make a room for the kid in the manor on the chance that they come over#Bruce is proud but also wanting to know everything about the situation#Alfred is like how old is the child#Jason’s like ‘he’s so small’🥺😭#Danny is 15 but so very short compared to 6+feet tall Jason#bats storm Jason’s apartment to find a small tired teenager sleeping on the couch with a bunch of blankets#they’re a little disappointed it’s not a baby but still happy for Jason#bats are like that’s not a baby#Jason’s like yes he is 😭❤️#danny phantom#Jason Todd#dc x dp#undead dad#Jason adopts the ghost king lol#does that make him king and Danny prince??#I think jason would be older since he died before Danny so he’s been dead longer and this an adult while Danny had only been dead a year#idk how it works but it works okay#dcxdp
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