#i dont even know what to put in the tags

[malacandrax]

Somebody asked where kidstarion got the teddy and I went uh. too far drawing dad content.

#kidstarion #astarion #halsin #gale dekarios #oakweave #they arent even together here #yet #im being brave and putting this in the tags but please I do not need to know if you dont like it #its what I think abt when im having a bad time it's comfort food for Me #and this year has been ASS

[miwtual]

im so fucking tired of the disrespect gifmakers get on the gifmaker website

#kai.txt #negativity tw #(sorry these are gonna be a lot of tags. i have a lot of feelings and i dont know where else to put them) #we make gifs and nobody reblogs them #when they do get reblogged all people want to tell you is that your gifs arent good enough to them and rip it to shreds #'you're missing x' 'why didnt you do y' 'if i made this i would have abc' 'hey op ur wrong and this is why' 'i dont like this op' #reposters dont even reblog your fucking gifset but they'll save your gifs to repost later asking for how to do something #that they could have asked you how to do in the fucking first place #we reblog ourselves constantly because nobody else will and maybe to make our work look like it has more notes than it does #to make ourselves feel better about the lack of interaction we're getting #and then when we TALK about this frustration we have. people who are too afraid to say it to our faces #go on anon in our askboxes and tell us how we're somehow selfish for wanting people to interact with the sets #that we spent time on. hours. days. WEEKS in some cases #or we get anons who tell us the reason we dont have notes are because we arent good at gifmaking in the first place #but this is all on anon. because they're too scared to tell it to our faces #they're too scared for us to see that they ARENT a gifmaker and that they dont know how to do it any better either #they dont see us as people doing something we love as a hobby. they see us as content machines that dance like court jesters #im just so fucking tired of the disrespect #and this sentiment goes for more than just gifmakers. graphicmakers. artists. literally any creative hobby shared on this site #we get treated like shit and for what? literally for fucking what.

[soup-child]

The fact that Adaine "i don't know if im asexual im 15" Abernant and Riz "why is everyone so horny im definately aroace" Gukgak both being in the same show is incredibly important to me

#like i was just like adaine at 15 and have slowly shifted more towards riz but i like that both are shown #having 2 characters with similar aspec experiences and showing how they react differently is great #and do i think adaine is ace? not really i think if she feels attraction she would put that on the back burner while she deals with her #anxiety and her family being the worst and even now thats shes dealt with all that i dont think its a storyline shell dive into #i think what im trying to get at is that having people support her being ace would help adaine regardless of how she ends up identifying #and i think that riz having a friend (one who doesnt identify as ace) is important for him and feeling like he fits in while being aroace #i dont know if that made any sense but they are best friends #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjy #riz gukgak #adaine abernant #you'll have to pry aroace riz from my cold dead hands #<- thats my aroace riz tag

[fulcrvm]

I am thinking thoughts about airports and flying again. And Dreamling, of course.

So. Human AU. History professor Hob has to fly around a lot for work, perhaps for conferences or smth of the sort so it's always to a small handful of the same nearby cities. He's pretty neutral on the idea of flying in general, though he wishes it was a bit more environmentally friendly, but Hob is a sucker for a nice airport and especially a nice airport lounge during layovers or before boarding.

Hob has begun to frequent a small local airline (White Horse Air, the logo is a coat of arms with a little pegasus, wyvern, and hippogriff on it, haha) when traveling because he likes their service (they've never lost his bags, not even once!) and their flights are never fully booked, which makes them quieter and easier for hob's chronic pains. He always picks seats with no one next to him so he can sprawl out and so it's easier on his knees.

Until, one day, he boards the little plane and there's someone in the seat next to his. Hob's sure that when he booked his seat, the other one was empty. Oh well, whatever, Hob's not going to bother the other man already sitting there for one flight— he'll just have to be a little more mindful booking next time. Hob shuffles into the seat, and notices that the stranger sat beside him is reading Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur! Hob gets excited because! That's a William Caxton publication! And Hob has so much to say about Caxton! He turns to the stranger to strike up conversation about it and... is immediately lost at how pretty the stranger is. Handsome, gorgeous, yes of course, but pretty, with the shell pink lips and focused blue eyes and slight frown at the book in his hands. Hob picks up his metaphorical jaw off the metaphorical ground and strikes up conversation with the stranger. Though the other man starts off apprehensive, somehow the two hours of flying fly by and the two of them end up talking about all sorts of art, history, and everything in between. Hob learns that the stranger works in publishing, thus his interest in Caxton.

Their flight lands, and the two of them disembark at the gate, still attempting to continue their conversation while Hob tries to wrangle his carry-on bags. (The Stranger only has a small laptop bag on one shoulder and a suit jacket folded over his other arm with him.) Then Hob has to check the time and begrudgingly says that he should probably head towards his next gate soon— this is just a layover after all. The Stranger looks ever so slightly disappointed and admits that this is his actual destination and he needs to meet his sister soon. They part ways, and Hob tries to dwell on the strange warmth in his chest. He thinks about the Stranger for his entire work trip afterwards.

This, somehow, happens a couple times. Turns out they both frequent White Horse Air, and though they're never in booked seats next to each other again, the flights are always empty enough that they can shift to sit next to each other once the plane's in the air. They chat the flight away, and then part ways once they disembark, with the Stranger headed to the baggage claim and Hob to his next flight. One time, the Stranger even requests the hostess to bring out a special bottle of Chateau Lafitte 1828 just for the two of them to share. Hob's in awe. He really enjoys their conversations, it's nice to be able to talk about his interests in a non-academia environment. The Stranger always has the most intriguing and eye-opening perspectives on everything, too. It doesn't really help that Hob thinks... maybe he's developing a tiny, teeny, really inconsequential really crush on his Stranger. He's not in grade school anymore, how does he feel like this about someone he doesn't even know the name of yet!

This all comes to a head when Hob mentions to the Stranger that his layover is a bit longer than it usually is, and if the Stranger is in no rush, they can continue their conversation in one of the airport's lounges. White Horse Air is a bit too small an airline to have their own lounge, but Hob's collected enough miles to get into one of the other airline lounges and is fully willing to pay to get in one if it means more time with his Stranger.

The Stranger is extremely enthusiastic about the idea— which shows up physically as a subtle, coy upturning at the corner of his mouth and a little sparkle in his eye. (Hob feels proud that he can read this reaction so well.) He's so enthusiastic, in fact, that the Stranger offers to get them both into a first-class lounge. Hob doesn't even pretend to hesitate to say yes.

Let's just say they get to the lounge, split some cheese and wine, and the proceed to get even more enthusiastic with each other in a private room. Hob's lucky he brought a change of clothes in his carry-on. (Maybe Hob's not so lucky and can't sit comfortably during his next three-hour flight.)

Hob gets a bit emotional when he has to leave for his next flight (already missing being able to hold his Stranger's face so gently, being able to card his fingers through his soft, smokey hair) and gets his guts together to ask if the Stranger wants to exchange phone numbers or something, so they can be in contact more regularly. Perhaps even, meet on purpose maybe? The Stranger smiles and kisses him lightly on the cheek when he slips a business card into Hob's hand.

Hob's so caught up in it all that he doesn't check the business card until he's fully boarded and sat on his next flight. And he gawks.

Morpheus Aion The Dreaming Publishing House

As in, one of White Horse Air's biggest shareholders? Aion, as in, probably the sibling of Teleute Aion? As in, Teleute Aion, the CEO of White Horse Air?! Hob almost passes out.

In the end, Morpheus and Hob laugh it out. Morpheus promises he never abused his sibling privileges to invade Hob's privacy, but used the sibling perks to frequent White Horse Air flights a little more than he even needed to just for the chance to see Hob again. They're both happy to not need to keep flying just for that chance anymore, haha. Idiots in love! Turns out, while Teleute lives where Hob keeps having his layovers, Morpheus and Hob actually live just a few hours driving from each other from their shared initial departure location. It all works out perfectly, and Morpheus self-restraint from inviting Hob to move in (so they don't have to keep travelling to see each other, no matter how small) lasts not even a year after they officially start dating. Hob doesn't even pretend to hesitate to say yes :)

(Years down the line, much after they're married, Hob finally has enough miles to get them back into those first-class lounges to have more fun. It's all very lovely.)

#my thought process was “can i get them to fuck in an airport lounge room” and then i never even wrote that part #guess what i am also a sucker for a nice airport and an even nicer airport lounge. i am yearning for a nice flight rn #i genuinely love flying so much. not domestic travel but international travel is what my entire life revolves around and i am allowed to #romanticise it a little bit haha #anyway #(me describing morpheus' lips with a guitar color) ah yes literature #how the hell do i tag this #i dont usually post idea dumps like this but i have no where else to put it haha #i'd love to write it but i dont think i'd know how to approach this lol #if anyone wants to take this as a prompt go ahead!! #the sandman #dreamling #dc #rex speaks #rex writes #(?) #long post

[ceneid]

one last dance. | prison breakout event !

⌜ pairing ⌟ : literally whoever as long as they’re a genshin character ( that’s not a minor ) because there’s barely any x character help-

⌜ proofread ⌟ : ✓

⌜ cw ⌟ : modern-ish au ?, angst, a very very wacky new genshin au all for a story, reader is told to be a ballerina so can be seen as fem! reader ( or male reader since it only implies that reader knows + can do ballet? so gn! reader?? someone help me ), uh uhm there's mentions that a gun is involved + used

⌜ author's notes ⌟ : the way that this was originally supposed to have moderate x reader but now it’s just .. unique. + i apologize if this is somewhat confusing 😭

FILM STARTING .. !

... the nearby cell clanged shut as you stretched and yawned from the noise, having just woken up with it being the cause. once your gaze focused, you shifted your gaze from your dull orange prisoner clothes to the wall beside you, which hosted an array of singular lines that you had etched into the wall for each day that you were here. you did it by using a thin stick you had found on the ground during an exercise period.

five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight ..

a sigh left your chapped lips as you added yet another line to your growing array of lines - another reminder of what had happened at your hearing, all those weeks ago. you still remembered it clearly. how could you not? you still felt guilt, even if none of it was your fault. fontainian police weren't lax, and neither were the guards that guarded the fortress of meropide, also known as the place where you were currently residing in as a criminal, even if you weren't truly one. your mind took you back to months ago as you ate your bland morning meal consisting of undercooked, overseasoned eggs with grits that tasted like dirt.

as you chewed, your hearing flashed through your eyes again, allowing you to ignore your rambunctious seatmates. it took you with it to an unwanted trip down memory lane. the day was supposed to be perfect; you finally had some time off from your career as a ballerina, and your boyfriend had taken some time off of his work in order to spend the day with you. that same evening, the both of you had been laughing in genuine happiness as he got splat in the face with an egg from an arcade game. it was supposed to be a fun night filled with love, laughter, and memories. that was, until four meropide guards came and handcuffed you and your lover, stating that you had done a grave crime with your boyfriend as an accomplice : the murder of a well-known family of five. even though you had tried to defend the two of you by saying that you two had been having a night out, they didn't believe you. you should've expected it. you would've had more luck trying to create a snowflake with pyro.

your mind then took you to the time of your hearing and what had happened during it : roughly around 9:23 p.m. on a thursday night, with you charged for a murder of five. you remember seeing your friends concerned and confused faces, along with your loved ones. you remembered the way that your parents' faces fell when the judge told them the news, thinking that they had perhaps raised you wrong somewhere. you remembered the the guilt that flowed through your veins as the cause of the whole trial, the dead family, was announced out loud. you remember the dread that filled in your stomach after you were declared guilty after an hour long trial. it felt suffocating, knowing that your family and friends were disappointed in you for murdering a happy family, but who were you to try to defend yourself and say that you were innocent after the judge announced that you were guilty? it felt suffocating when your career, your dream, was stripped bare from you in an instant, your manager stating that they wouldn't accept a murderer for a ballerina. it felt suffocating when your boyfriend was taken away to a different level in the fortress, you knowing full well that you were the cause for his imprisonment. it felt suffocating, the way that all of the weight just landed on your shoulders at once, and you felt like you would crumble underneath it.

a loud clang from a seatmate of yours brought you back towards the present. you looked down and saw that you had only finished half of your breakfast, if not less than half. the bell then rang, signaling that breakfast was over and it was time for a trial. it was the same way every day. breakfast, re-trial, lunch, exercise, etc. however, as you got into your cell, you realized one thing. today, it was your trial. your trial, that would get you out of this mess alongside your boyfriend, if you passed a test. you remembered the rules for it; they would give you an exam based on what your career was before you got imprisoned in here, and if you passed, you were free to go. freedom, a thing that felt like it was sand, slipping easily through your fingers. you stood up from your sitting position on your bed, and tried to memorize a simple, but still enchanting, dance that you once did for a show months ago.

COMMERCIAL BREAK .. !

you stood behind the curtains of the stage, your heart beating hardly in your chest as you inhaled and then exhaled, preparing for perhaps what could be considered the most important dance of your life, one that would either free you, or one that would only allow one of you from the two people to go out alive tonight.

RESUMING VIDEO .. !

an en pointe. a pirouette, now a fouette. careful, now, you don't want to die. do a grand adage, and now a grand jete. throw in all the hard moves; you don't really have nothing to lose. en pointe again, and do another pirouette, hosting a small stumble at the beginning - the music stops. you pause, wondering what's wrong. was it your position? or what is it? the faint sound of a gun reloading reached your ears. one last dance, paired with one last breath, truly does make a good title, doesn't it?

safe to say, only one person made it out alive that night, with your lover as the said person.

© ceneid 2024. please do not steal, repost, or translate.

#( the écrin 2024 prison break ) #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗ #⌜- èl writes !⌟ #genshin x gn reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x male reader #x reader #x yn #help i dont know what tags to put- #chjscjdjdd #is this even counted as a x reader 😭

[someawkwardnerd]

i love outer wilds <3 i love experiencing the death of the universe <3

#looks like i can upload now?? hopefully #anyways look at this outer wilds fanart i made i love outer wilds i played it like a month ago and i am totally normal about it #i have wayyy more wips but they were all eaten away by finals and now totk but hopefully!! #hopefully i will finish them when i play echoes of the eye or whatever the dlc is called #i want to look at other ppls art but i dont want spoilers so! i am stuck in an outer wilds limbo #my art #digital art #fanart #outer wilds #outer wilds fanart #clip studio paint #idk what to tag this i didnt even know if i should put a caption #outer wilds hatchling #oh yeah if u see this somehow n dont know what outer wilds is Play It right now :)

[lokh]

so. law is apparently associated with the queen of the night flower. and thats my rationale for this

#what the fuck is this. i spent too long on it to NOT post it #but ............... ahgfudsgbdhgbdsfgdfg. #one piece #trafalgar law #art #i dont even want to put this in the tags. oh well #i just realised this is completely incomprehensible unless you know anything about wolf's rain. well #so theres a human incarnation of the queen of the night flower (or 'lunar flower') called cheza #and. thats what this is #wolf's rain #just for kicks. lmao

[feelo-fick]

WELCOME TO PHIO'S EXTREMELY SELF INDULGENT AU HOUR!!!

"Oh, FINALLY, another visitor! It's so quiet in here, it's unnerving..."

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This AU was meant to be posted on halloween but eh.... Happy Thanksgiving? HAHAHHA

still dont have a name for it, but basically, back in october i was suddenly hit with the need to have a halloween au, so now we have ghost-ified prismo and vampire/witch-ified scarab :D ( although didnt finish the scarab reference spread in time because uh, school and i lost motivation unfortunately )

au synopsis and rambling below the cut!!

the premise of this au is simple : scarab is a real estate agent whos known for his manners ( never barges in, always waits to be invited! though it is a little weird how he keeps asking to be let inside even if they already agreed that he was going to come over... ) and efficiency at his job - that is, convincing people to buy high-end housing for a good price. although his social skills need some... work, his ability to persuade people isnt something to be laughed at.

unfortunately for him, persuading the higher-ups is a completely different story - which he learned the hard way after flunking something big for the company. they dont choose to fire him, no. instead, they put him through a trial, assigning him to sell their most unprofitable property : the mansion in a small town locally known for being haunted by an "evil spirit". if scarab manages to sell it (for good profit) within six months, he is excused and is able to go on with his job. if not... well, best not to think about it, yes? after all, he'll succeed with ease - all he has to do is dispel any worries about some fake "ghost" that only exists as a result of filthy rumors. maybe clean up the place. not too hard, right?

meanwhile, stuck inside said mansion is an extremely bored prismo. hes been hangin around this place for like... how many years now? forty? a hundred? meh, all the same, lately the place has been quieter than usual. i mean- of course people dont just walk into a creepy mansion every day, but there would usually be at least a few bold kids or vloggers coming in now and then for him to entertain but even then they wouldn't stay long ( for obvious reasons ). and now, just some unbound spirits or dumb animals would pass by and thats about it. a guy can only entertain himself for so long, yknow?

that is, until today. when some posh-looking business man entered the premises and started snooping around ( whats the deal with that, by the way?? ). must be prismo's lucky day!! this is the perfect chance to pull out all the stops and play the FUNNIEST prank ever! hah!

... oh. looks like things've gotten a little out of hand.

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WOOT WOOT WOOTTTTTTTTTTT!!! im so so happy to finish this because ohhhhh my god this has taken ages for no reason other than the fact that ive been really dragging myself to make presentable art JSNDJSJXNSJX.... i realize that i have never worked in real estate ( or at all ) which means i have probably fucked something up but uhh um ill deal with the backlash later :"D im also realizing how many odd unanswered bits and bobs this au is going to have in the future, which... i am ignoring for the most part for now, but there are SOME things that i DO have figured out like ghost lore... but thats for another time, for now i leave you with this >:)

#again i do apologize for not including scarabs reference SOB it was taking so looooong and if i didnt finish it by now i wouldve just never #posted it at ALL so im glad im able to get this out now #again still dont have a name... but would love suggestions if people have any :D #ive been thinking so hard about the name and havent landed on aaaanything dude #creepy crawlies? tell-tale?? witching hour?? GAHH THERES SO MANY OPTIONS AND I DONT KNOW WHETHER I WANT TO GO WITH SYMBOLISM OR SILLY SIMPL #but anyways time for real tags #prohibitedwish #prismo the wishmaster #scarab the god auditor #uhh idk what else to put HAHAHHA #dont wanna tag fionna and cake cause i feel like thats just a lie idk #ACKKK I CANT BELIEVE IM FINALLY POSTING THIS I AM. SO NERVOUS MY HANDS ARE SO SWEATY YOU DOTN EVEN KNOW #okay okay. sending post now oh god

[lunarharp]

clearout of drawings :)

#witch hat tag #orufrey #wha spoilers #witch hat atelier spoilers #exceedlingly mild but maybe ppl block that. like literally qif just has a headache dont worry abt it.. #i feel REALLY annoying putting my art online today...you know those days where its just like..CAN I EVEN DRAW???? Maybe you don't i guess. #people even said a lot of nice things lately about my drawings when i felt down <3...But what if they were lying #i'll work it all out...next year...

[devis-nonsense-n-shitposting]

I am still thinking about Castlevania Nocturne, I am so not normal about this show. Fucking ALUCARD showing up at the end still has me reeling. Fuck. Adrien Fahrenheit freaking Tepes, son of FUCKING DRACULA himself, just shows up and kills the most gaslight girlboss gatekeep vampire and is like "Heyy guys so sowwy I'm late" and then season one just ends. Also everyone in this show was serving, and I hope we either get to see a flashback of young Juste OR see Grandpa Juste put on his Iconic red outfit, I would literally scream. Well, I'm already screaming but still.

Anywho I'm going to go pray to the Writers on hopes that Tera is going to end up okay by the end of the show

#devi thoughts #castlevania spoilers #Castlevania nocturne spoilers #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #I am so #something #I dont even know anymore #this show has had me ruined #You cant just put Alucard at the end #without telling me #YOU CANT #im so obsessed #with him #Not me rambling about alucard on my tumblr #girl what am i doing #i need to lay down #i need to jump into a frozen lake #Devis special tag hell

[eyestrain-addict]

I just realized why lestat marked Tom, like the big stupid idiot I am

(I know everyone else probably already figured this out, but this is MY blog and I get to post whatever deranged thought crosses my pea brained mind.)

When I watched that scene in episode 5 where they're at the bar talking to Tom, I was confused as to why exactly. Why does Lestat mark Tom? If he's marked to kill, why does he wait almost 2 decades later? Well I realized, as all realizations come, in the shower.

Lestat has been planning on killing Tom the whole time.

(Warning before you click read more, this post is a lot longer than I first intended holy fuck)

Well not the whole time. Just right when Louis realized that Anderson and Fenwick had screwed him over. Maybe even longer if he knew it was a trick ("ridiculous of you to mix human and vampire business it always ends poorly"). Notice how he's upset with louis when he kills the guy who's microaggressive with him, cus lestat wasn't there (even if he was there I have my doubts Lestat would understand microaggressions, but he would have definitely killed him for touching Louis.) But tells Louis he's proud of him for killing Alderman. I think this has to be because he witnessed the disrespect first hand. He didn't give a fuck about the money, what he DID care about was that those two disrespected not only him, but Louis.

Even with Lestats little understanding of race relations of the time in America, he did understand hierarchys. He's from 1700s France for God's sake. It's no coincidence wanted to be king of mardi gras. Lestat came to New Orleans and saw himself as the king, even if no one knew it. And he wanted Louis to be his queen. Honestly I could make an entire other post about how Lestat almost literally saw himself as if he was a King and Louis his beloved Queen, which is why he thought it was okay for him to sleep with other women (mistresses and playthings of the king should mean nothing compared to the queen in lestats eyes) but that's getting off topic. I only bring that up because I'm trying to paint a picture of how I think Lestat sees disrespect done to Louis. To him that goes beyond disrespect or rudeness, it's irreverence.

You begin to notice if you watch scenes with them together. Because while I wouldn't say lestat is good at controlling his anger, he's definitely great at concealing it until it erupts (props to Sam Reid have to be given here) lestat is always on the verge of fury when talking to Tom. It starts as a distaste then as he begins to fall more in love with Louis and become more protective of him, his anger builds. Claudia was wrong about one thing, it was no petty slight that was the reason Lestat killed Tom first, it was a loooonng time coming.

I could list every detail I think supports this but I'm sure you get the gist by now. My main point is really the layer of complexity this adds to not only the story, the characters, but also lestat and louis' relationship. Consider it for a second, Lestat saw all his violence as justified, everything he did one can see it through the lense of him punishing the disrespectful (take a shot every time I say disrespect in this post jesus christ). "I bring death to those deserving" indeed. Lestat has a god complex out the wazoo, and every attack, torture, and death he caused was righteous to him and thus enjoyable. Louis on the other hand didn't see himself so highly. He may seem confident but if you look through the cracks it's apparent Louis's self worth in near nonexistent and he's horribly insecure. I think lestat thought when Louis was made a vampire he would see himself as Lestat saw himself, and as Lestat saw Louis. But again, another post for another time.

Despite Louis' insecurities (or perhaps because of them) louis revels in the violence lestat commits for his sake. That's probably why louis is so quick to forgive lestat about the priests. For a brief moment Lestat truly said the truth to Louis and Louis could forgive him because of it. As lestat says, he doesn't kill the priests to intimidate Louis, nor does he do it just because he enjoys it. He does it because he sees them as humiliating Louis, charlatans that don't deserve Louis' sorrow. Louis didn't want the priest's to die, but he could understand why lestat killed them, simply because for once in his goddamn life lestat told the truth, and louis loved that truth. That truth being that lestat killed and mutilated and committed such horrors not just because he liked it, but because he did it out of a fucked up sense of protection. Him killing the priests was essentially a knight killing a dragon to earn the princess' hand in marriage.

The worst part is that Lestat doesn't even realize it. Not fully anyway. Let's be honest with ourselves, lestat doesn't understand Louis. Obviously there's the race, background, culture differences that lestat doesn't understand nor seems inclined to try, but there are better posts about that made by smarter people than moi. I'm mostly talking about lestat doesn't understand louis' mind itself (louis' mind in a vacuum I suppose you could say) he understands Louis' desire for violence sure, but he doesn't understand the core of that want. Honestly I'm on the fence of if he ever understood that Louis loved it when lestat was protective in the first place. I guess it can be dumbed down to Louis wants Lestat to kill to protect Louis and to protect the family (and anyone who deeply disrepects them), lestat perhaps understood a little at one point, but since he sees everyone as a threat and everything is a slight to him, he has no trouble and qualms with delighting in the torture of people Louis views as innocent. Louis' heart is a bit dark, but ultimately human, so he's disgusted by lestats violence towards the undeserving. Lestat can no longer read Louis' mind and even if he could, Louis doesn't quite understand the difference himself (that's why he tries to hunt for criminals briefly) so the cracks of miscommunication starts to form, and neither of them even realize there is miscommunication.

Therein lies the importance of Tom Anderson for season 1. Not much of a character, more of a plot device in human skin. Claudia can see that Lestat hates him, but doesn't understand why, nor does she care to get to the depths of that. (*Mr house voice* understandable) I think it's notable that Louis rarely brought him up, he didn't understand the depths of lestats love. Nor did he know about Lestats 3 decade long grudge, all because Tom disrespected Louis.

Now I'm not excusing Lestat's actions, I just think it's interesting how this one throwaway character reveals a whole level of complexity to the relationship between him and Louis, and better sheds light on not only Lestats personal philosophy but louis' as well. Even Claudia to a degree.

Anyway, uh. End of essay. Bye.

#or im completely wrong #feel free to ratio me if youve gotta a better idea of whats happening #holy fuck this is longer than i meant #whoops wanted to write down some throwaway thoughts and accidentally wrote an essay #happens to the best of us #essay #id add lovely photos like other ppl do but im on phone #iwtv #interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #loustat #character analysis #sorry if i repeat words it be like that sometimes #i dont even know if i wanna put this in my ramblings tag cus of how long it is #tom anderson #is that a tag? who tf is looking him up #edit; #apparently these types of posts are supposed to be tagged #iwtv meta #i didnt know till just a second ago

[hellenhighwater]

My sunporch--which is really just a big weird hallway with no insulation--is getting some work done today. The floor has just been plain decking and the room as a whole is a heat sink in the winter, which is a problem. So the deck floor is coming up, insulation and plywood is going down, and it's getting ceramic wood tile floor put down. The drywall is getting finished--previous homeowner had a dog that he seems to have kept in the sunroom long enough that it chewed the corners off the partially-done drywall that was put up in there. And the windows are getting trimmed in, which they weren't previously.

All of which will not have any effect on my secret dungeon stairs, which have been blocked off for decades and are hidden behind a vault door in the basement. The coal stairs serve no purpose now aside from providing a view to the underside of the sunporch floor, and, also, creeping people out a little.

#I have to decide what to paint it in there once this is all done #im leaning towards a sagey green? #also every time someone puts some very kind tag on my posts with my house about how nice it is #im always just like #damn they dont even know about the stairs demons that you must pass to travel between floors in this house #i have made parts of this place nice but it needs a LOT of work

[buqbite]

I love that Crescent Moon's affection is a bad thing to receive

#boah its weird posting sctir art ill be complaining about this a bunch now #hh ok sctir has like 300 names so this will be fun #sctir #tsctir #sclasses #are there. more acronyms? #eh idk #my s class hunters #the s classes that i raised #these too ig??? #im struggling here #sctir spoilers #crescent moon #sctir crescent moon #if thats even a tag #my art #ok done. I dont rlly know what else to put here #Anyways I love crescent moon SO FUCKING MUCH #ANTAGONIST OF ALL TIME #She's so soft and so calm and affectionate #In a way that makes her deeply unsettling #And god I love it #You're loved against your will #And NOT in a sweet way #btw she has a heart in her eye

[nejackdaw]

Me @ Wulbren after the way he talked to my man Barcus in Last Light

#bg3 #talking mad shit for a fucking GNOME #should have called him a prick but my tav is a nobleman so he just barely held himself back #bro the TONE when barcus said hes 'a patient man' cause i told him to wait to leave bc of the shadow curse #WULBREN YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE #barcus is just a lil guy in love and i will PUNT THAT FUCKING GNOME #JUST WAIT WULBREN. ACT 3. INTO THE FUCKING HARBOR #THOSE WAVE BITCHES WILL PUT IN A WORD FOR ME WITH THE SEA QUEEN FUCKING FIND OUT WULBREN #barcus overhearing: [barcus disapproves] #sorry man do i look like a redemption paladin to you #hated his ass even when you didnt survive my first run to make it to act 3 its just worse now #guess i should tag #bg3 barcus #bg3 barcus wroot #barcus wroot #idk i dont go in his tag #or wulbrens. as you could guess

[diathadevil]

Do you ever think about how Fakir, after him and Ahiru finally broke everything that kept the town of Goldkröne in the ghostly hands of its writer, after they finally have some air of peace over the town finally being able to live in its intended early 2000s environment, that Fakir still feels at times like it's not real and that for a while he fears that if he closes his eyes it'll be back in Drosselmeyer's control. Like it just doesn't feel real to him during that first year of calm, until he feels the dull pain on his recovering hand injury and Ahiru who follows him without a pendant anywhere to be found.

He doesn't feel it's real, the calm finality of this town, but he makes sure to feel the scar on his hand. And he makes sure to hold the little duck and realize that she is who she has always been. Him and the town are finally living peacefully.

#dia talks #princess tutu #He probably starts planning on writing Ahiru into the world mayyybe like 3-4 months into his recovery #he doesn't know what a cell phone is yet but he sure as hell can look at a bookstore and ask for a notebook and pens #i bet that first year in Goldenkröne must be hell because trading deals bring all sorts of new things into the town #Just Fakir going “what the fuck is a scooter?? Wait what's a CAR---” #he ends up having to read a bunch of newspaper articles about “Goldenkröne booming in German tourism!” #Actually does he even know his country's name... Did they all even know they lived in Germany and not JUST a city???? #Drosselmeyer would've really pulled one on them for only talking about the city and its outskirts and NOT the country it resided in #But let's assume they did know. Fakir would have to figure out so much has changed in 2002 Germany compared to whatever time they were in #My god just thinking about the thought of Fakir learning what a television is... or a radio for that matter has me howling internally #local amateur writer is put into a coma after hearing for the very first time german rapper Sido #alternatively: local amateur writer's brain explodes after hearing german Happycore artist Blümchen and dance pop group No Angels #ptutu spoiler #i know its a +20 old show but just in case people wanna watch it i love it enough to tag the post show headcanon #ptutu analysis #ptutu headcanon #ptutu post canon #Also sorry i keep jumbling between Goldkröne and Goldenkröne in the writing its 4 AM and the german part of my brain is a mess lmao #(its supposed to be Goldkröne but for some reason I keep making it into the attribute word Golden so dont mind the mistake) #(if you do i will sob please be gentle towards my polyglot self)

[the-softest-bruise]

reblog this and put your favorite Christmas movie in the tags

it doesn't necessarily have to be a Christmas themed movie and can just be one that you like to watch around the holidays!

#reblog game #put in the tags #christmas #christmas movies #christmas movie #xmas #happy holidays #love actually #the grinch #happiest season #gremlins #home alone #last christmas #the nightmare before christmas #while you were sleeping #family stone #lord of the rings #??? i dont even know. please reblog i just wanna know everyone's holiday movies and don't know what to tag #mp