relevant again

suzume is just. you are the places you leave haunted. you are a stranger’s mercy. you hold your own hand. you are everybody’s tragedy and everybody’s love

Jonathan: “I need to learn all I can of the Count. It may prove useful later. But how to turn the conversation that way?”

-One Minute Later-

Jonathan, lounging in the library, twirling his hair: “We’ve been talking about England all this time. But you know what’s better than England?”

Dracula: :0 ?

Jonathan, batting his lashes: “You and your homeland. And the longest winded history lessons on them as possible, please, if you wouldn’t mind terribly.″

Dracula, hasn’t had a willing captive audience in ages, is his own favorite subject: :D !

I’m jumping in to submit a request! I love it when people draw one of the caballeros cooking. I think they all have their strengths and weaknesses. Personally I feel like Panchito is a dream in the kitchen. Part of me wants to make a joke about Donald burning water but he can probably at least make a good fucking sandwich. Zé…. Man I have no idea. He is a mystery to me.

I ended up rambling about headcanons OTL but! I’d love to see you draw a cab of your choice cooking or something like that!

OK SO,, Zé has been shown cooking in his comics and apparently he's pretty decent at it (his nephews do like his food) but, as everything in those comics, it all depends if it's gonna be relevant to the plot.

José might not be a chef but I'm sure he can make the Brazilian classics like rice and beans, strogonoff (the Brazilian remix), pasta with sausages, farofa de ovo, canja, bake a cake AND OF COURSE he can work a grill for churrasquinho of whatever mystery meat he can put his hands on. He doesn't do much cooking because it's "ARGH... work", but for his nephews and when it comes to showing his friends what Rio's cuisine is like, he will do it. Also, I think if he's feeling truly inspired and has people helping him, he can make a traditional feijoada, just... don't criticize it. like, EVER.

Traditional Feijoada is supposed to be rich, it's not supposed to be spicy/hot!

see the thing about Astarion to me is I don't actually think he has a clue who he actually is beneath all of the everything he's got going on. he's got impulses, he's got drive, a will to live, he's got desires and amusements and cravings, but an actual selfhood?? no. there's a blue error screen where the person of him should be, the person -- whoever that was, I'm personally of the mind he likely wasn't good then either, but we'll see where the story takes us -- before Cazador. the man in front of us today is this mishmash of interior delight at freedom and sunlight but also capable of true unapologetic cruelty and willingness to be ugly in a multitude of ways. so he follows the impulse. he follows what intrigues and amuses, and nothing will take that freedom from him again. and he reflects back onto others the violence that was done unto him. a lack of power kept him down? now he wants to accumulate power, so it can never be turned on him again. but he also misses the sun while he's underground. he's mean and desperate and ruthless and it's interesting because he's unapologetic about it, he's unflinching about it. he's vindictive and mean and desperately floundering around throwing stuff at a wall to see what sticks in terms of personhood because who is he now. 200 years of horrific servitude and now he's just out and about and he's in the mud.

and he can be horrible. and yet when you take the routes of prying open the faaairly shallow veneer he has of smug and snark and snappiness, he'll give you pieces of the raw and the desperate -- "I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see." is a line you only get if you're earnest with him. any other path in the dialogue will have him continue the shallow persona you've come to know. and in all of that I think nothing is "this is real, this is an act," set in stone because I just don't think he even knows, I don't think he has a CLUE what's his and what's the protective measures and what's the real delight and what's the cruel mockery of his surroundings and what he's willing to give vs what he needs to hide vs what he lets slip out on accident. the inconsistencies in his own ideas and what he says and what he does. I think most everything about him is in a weird place of deeply uncertain. is it a lie? is it a glimmer of truth? for me, I like to interpret him in this weird menagerie of half-truths and shallow lies and omissions, because we've only known him a short while and maybe also he doesn't even know the answer yet. who is he? fuck if HE knows. anyways. smash.

Sly estate sale dog, that is all

sly estate sale dog is an ICON

thank you for sharing

one of my sonas!!! his name is ashley & he’s deaf!!

Romano stole his heart his sweatshirt. He can’t keep getting away with it!!

This was for a Romano request (but I couldn’t resist sneaking in some RoMerica). I accidentally deleted the draft post with the ask on it sorry!😭

Also thanks Grem for letting me use your Alfred palette, though I didn't use it to its full extent here.

POUT QUEEN • NANAMI KENTO

You always got a pout when your husband Nanami arrived at home after a long day of work and didn’t kiss you hello. You constantly had to ask him to do it at least twice a week, but simply thought that his job was very demanding, so due to his tiredness, he just wound up forgetting it.

But then, one day, you switched shifts at work and now he was genuinely upset. Why? Because he wasn’t welcomed by your smiles, your honeyed voice and especially the cute pout he got from the love of his life every time he “forgot” to kiss you hello.

The chapter is insaneeeeeeeeeeee insaneeeeeeeeee please your thoughts pleaseeeee twest really went all out

HIS HORNS LIGHT UP

and all the other stuff that happened, look, I'm processing

f!reader | thinkin abt early morning snuggles with shoto. he’s so soft and pliable and sweet, pulls you into him by the waist and lays his head on your chest. the soft strands of his hair tickle your skin when he insists on pulling his shirt up above your tits so he can lay on your bare chest. you’d complain about the cold, but you know he’d fall asleep like that with the blankets pulled up over his head if you asked. but the softness of his features, the way his breath slows and his limbs get heavy with your fingers in his hair, are reason enough to put up with the cold. in early mornings, shoto nuzzles into you without a care in the world, lets himself be soothed by the warmth of your body in his arms, by the softness of your skin. it’s a beautiful sight, really.

I just noticed that in Teach Me Tonight, when Rory and Jess sit down to "study," they are on opposite sides of the table from each other, but by the time he's finished writing his Shakespeare essay Clash lyrics, he's wedged into the corner of the table right next to Rory. 😂 So, what I'm I'm picturing is that whenever Jess got up to make coffee or get pie and then came back to the table, he moved a LIIIIITTLE bit closer every time.

Episode 32: The Reality of Art Students

Disclaimer: I don’t take credit for the translations. These are from the official Milgram account and put on the comic for a more friendly viewing experience.

-mercury

color wheel challenge I did for my twitter followers, was fun to draw characters I mostly knew nothing about

Thinking about Player raising Xehanort... How Xehanort never felt Hatred, Jealousy, or Doubt while living with them... How Player tried their best but couldn't be there for the crucial moments of Xehanort's fate... Do you think Player feels guilty, wherever they are, for their part in raising a monster? Or are they one of the only people capable of loving the monster Xehanort became?

I like to believe that Player loved him the whole way through. And not just because Xehanort was one of Ephemera’s descendants or because they presumed him to be the child of destiny.

For whatever reason (which ml hopefully reveals to us), Player chose to raise Xehanort on their own and keep him safe, even if it meant keeping them both isolated for over a decade. Was Player a perfect parent? No, but they were clearly determined to do what they believed would be best for him. They sat him down in their lap, told him stories night after night, making sure this young child was not only entertained, but as prepared as he could be for what he’d inevitably encounter on his life’s journey.

I think Player would feel guilty if they saw what Xehanort became, if they saw that they were wrong about his fate in the end…and depending on the circumstances, they may even feel guilty for taking him away from Scala, from his mother, thinking that he could’ve lived a completely different life, had he stayed.

But I really like what you said. Xehanort ends up doing a lot of awful things, but I don’t think they would’ve stopped loving him for even a second, no matter how far he went down his dark road. For better or for worse, Xehanort stays autonomous, clever, and perseverant his whole life, despite all the doubts and challenges he faces. I don’t think it’s too farfetched to credit Player with at least giving him that solid foundation. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, y’know?

Anyway, my point is…at the end of the day, Xehanort is Player’s child. Of course they’ll always be capable of not just loving him, but loving him unconditionally, in spite of everything he’s done. Because that’s just the kind of person and parent Player is.