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c-hrona · 1 year
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Fear
Super self-indulgent little comic about fears and reassurances.
Lil bonus :3
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st-hedge · 11 months
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I’m going to give no context and just post this shoddy comic strip about Ganondorf’s nightmare
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greenlaut · 3 months
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anatomy of an assassin
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seaside-lovers · 2 months
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when you want to dream of your f/o but you have nightmares instead
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no proship
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sandeewithtwoe · 2 months
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Venting to Nightmare is like telling him a bad joke
Nightmare belongs to Jokublog
Dust belongs to ask-dusttale
Transcript:
Nightmare: Evening, Dust
Dust: Oh JESUS-
Nightmare: I’m sensing you’re not feeling as usual. Is something bothering you?
Dust: You can say that, yeah. It’s just…
Dust: I keep thinking about how I spent so much time being so… OBSESSED with killing the human. I hated it, it drove me insane, but… I don’t know…
Dust: I think I kinda miss it..? The thrill, the hunger, the LOVE… maybe I’ve lost-
Nightmare: Pfft- heh heh heh
Nightmare: Oh, my apologies, I shouldn’t have laughed
Nightmare: Please, keep telling me how much your life SUCKS <3
Dust: …
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blushweddinggowns · 3 months
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There were a lot of things that Eddie loved about going on tour. He loved traveling, exploring the country and beyond with his best friends. He loved the feeling of being on stage, all eyes on them as they played their asses ass. He even loved the tiny twin beds of the tour bus, especially since it usually led to Steve sleeping right on top of him. 
But he especially loved the little rituals they had before a show. 
“Eddie, baby, you gotta, fuck, go soon,” Steve groaned. He was trying to be the voice of reason, even if he was technically still pulling Eddie closer. Eddie was sucking a bruise into his neck, a hand slowly slinking under his shirt. 
“Mmhm,” Eddie mumbled, making no moves to get up. The show didn’t start for another few hours and if he was ten minutes late for mic check, they’d live. Eddie could do a lot in those ten minutes, “Just a little more-”
But then Gareth was pounding on the green room door, “Munson for the love of God, stop making out and get your ass out here!”
“Told you so,” Steve laughed, breathless as Eddie reluntaly got off of him, “Now you’re going to have to rehearse with an erection.”
“Well you have to watch it with one, so we both lose,” Eddie sighed as he stood, stopping to kiss Steve’s forehead.
“Do we? Because last time I checked that door locked. And…” Steve leaned past him, grabbing one of the Rolling Stone magazines from the coffee table. The one that Eddie was on the cover of. He grinned as he lifted it up, “I have the best jerk-off material available. You’re on your own.”
“Oh, you brat,” Eddie groaned just as Gareth started pounding on the door again, “You’re going to pay for that tonight.”
Steve smirked as Eddie walked away backwards, having the audacity to give him a little wave, “I would hope so.”
Eddie forced himself to turn away, comforted by the fact that Steve would barely be able to sit by the time he was done with him.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, Jesus,” He groaned as he swung the door open, nearly getting himself punched in the face in the process. 
Gareth retracted his hand just in time. He looked Eddie up and down with a sigh, “Why am I even surprised?”
“Hi Steve,” He added, waving at him from the doorway, “You mind if I fuck your husband up for being a late asshole? Just a little bit?”
“Just make sure not to hit him in the head,” Steve laughed, face flushed as he buttoned up his shirt, “We can’t have anymore concussions between the two of us.”
“I’ll take it,” Gareth sighed as he grabbed Eddie’s arm. Eddie barely managed to squeak out a quick Love you! before Gareth was dragging him away. 
“Next time you ask us why we make you pay for after-parties please, remember this moment.”
“Will you fault a man for his addiction?” Eddie asked, dramatically putting a hand over his heart, “It’s a dependency I have no fault over-”
“No fault my ass,” Gareth huffed, the smallest hint of a smile hiding behind his grimace, “You’ve been an addict for a goddamn decade.”
from the soon-to-be-published epilogue of this fic
@jjoesjonas because I picked up writing this again after they sent me those Joe Keery audio clips from Fargo 👀👀
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harmonizingsunsets · 8 months
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Running Gags in Hatchetfield Musicals pt 4 | Paul being the guy who doesn't like musicals
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yashley · 7 months
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Did she keep you trapped?
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soybean-official · 11 months
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What's going to happen to me now?
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willczek-art · 5 months
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Canttt draw but it's not like that ever stopped me before
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whatapunderfullife · 1 month
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do we think Ruvina, goddess of winter and sorrow, took the sorrow domain after the loss of Ankarna.
Her sibling is dead, something unfathomable for a god.
Her sibling the go of summer, of warmth, or protective wrath especially towards anyone who dared harm Ruvina.
Do you think in the absence of true warmth Ruvina told the Giant races to huddle together? to keep each other warm because now the sun cannot. because isn't that what was do when we lose someone that is our everything?
we greave and pull strength from our community so that we can move forward everyday.
Lucy Frostblade was not a happy soul, but she was a kind one. Why would her god be any different.
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shower-phantom-ideas · 6 months
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I would like the record to stand that I don’t think the waynes think Danny is some sort of hot twink guy. Just the cutiest lil dude ever.
I want them to see his hero persona (give that boy a mask) and fantasise over how cute or hot they think he will be.
They hear his voice. They see his actions. His strength. And assume hes gonna be babe material.
Later it happens. The reveal. And hes just some guy. Just a dude. I mean it’s gonna be shellshock for them. No one but Damian is shocked cause they all assumed his looks would be face and upper body model levels. Bruce probably was thinking the poor lil guy was covered in bruises and injuries but didn’t know about our kids healing factor.
I stan pristine danny who only gets scars from ghost hunting equipment. And that dissection.
Let them over look Fenton cause hes too normal. Let them not even consider him cause hes so scrawny. Too much like a human child.
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gummi-ships · 5 months
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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - The World That Never Was
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didderd · 7 months
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so. so.. Corrupted Rebirth is pretty cool. :3
(if u tag as ship, ur days are numbered, make sure to say goodbye to ur family before ur ass is dust.)
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yallemagne · 9 months
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why does sleepwalking women and gothic horror go hand in hand
You asking me?
The answer is voyeurism.
Here's the thing about gendered horror: the goddamn eroticism. You can't escape it, people want to get their rocks off even when they're terrified-- especially when they're terrified! It's such popular imagery because of the intimacy of a woman with all her hair let down in only a white nightgown highlighted by the pale moonlight. A nightgown is very innocent in its intimacy, there's nothing inherently sexual about it, but that just gets people even more horny! No structured garments underneath-- she's wearing breeches obviously but shhh no she's totally naked save for some sheer billowing fabric.
EDIT: oh my god blah blah blah "breeches! actually she wouldn't be wearing those!! oh my god, they got it wrong, just shoot them in the streets, your honour!" FINE SHE'S NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES UNDER THERE, GOOD FOR YOU YOU GOT ME.
Gasp! Unprotected purity! I sure hope no dastardly villain tarnishes this woman! (they do. they do hope for that actually)
This isn't a very fun answer, is it? But it's worth saying. Horror explicitly involving women tends to be very visual with plenty of (arguably) sexual imagery. Men get the mindboggling horrors inconceivable to the human psyche while women are limited to being eye candy who faint before their minds can even be boggled (no that isn't a euphemism). Even when the women in question previously had a larger role in the story than "sexy lamp", pop culture will be quick to reframe it in the way that has the most sex appeal.
But like... let's take the woman's perspective: you're in a state of undress and completely unaware of your surroundings. It's dark and anyone lurking around at this time might very well have bad intentions, and they might turn those bad intentions on you. And you'll be blamed for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong dress. Terrifying. And people don't really appreciate the terror of it because... it's pretty, isn't it?
But then Lucy is weeping in her sleep, and Mina is covering her feet in mud for propriety. Because who knows what a man will do to them if he sees her naked feet? They're both cowering in fear hoping a drunken man doesn't take notice of them. Because who knows what he'll do to them if he sees two young ladies out at night? They're sweating from not just exertion but stress, and their messy hair clings to their frightened faces. They cannot tell anyone. Because who knows what toll this night might take on their good reputations?
It's not pretty. There's no see-through dresses (seriously their nightgowns are made of fucking linen, not organza), no flowing locks, no full faces of makeup, just pure society-ingrained horror.
But cis men don't typically understand that horror because they aren't usually victim to it. It honestly makes me sad and angry that the imagery is so prominent (and in such a watered-down and bland "sexy" way) because it reduces the actual horror these two protagonists face to nothing more than an audience's voyeuristic fantasy in which the women are only objects to be gawked at. The danger is reframed as tantalizing and enticing "ooo good girls (unknowingly) being bad in their sleep!" rather than... they could have fucking died. Or worse.
... But I still want to draw my girls (Jonathan, Mina, and Lucy) in cute nightgowns, so I'll bite my tongue.
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babybrothershaped · 2 months
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