#you inspired me. { musings }

[tofixtheshadows]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Kabru deprives himself.

Kabru as a character is intertwined with the idea that sometimes we have to sacrifice the needs of the few for the good of the many. He ultimately subverts this first by sabotaging the Canaries and then by letting Laios go, but in practice he's already been living a life of self-sacrifice.

Saving people, and learning the secrets of the dungeons to seal them, are what's important. Not his own comforts. Not his own desires. He forces them down until he doesn't know they're there, until one of them has to come spilling out during the confession in chapter 76.

Specifically, I think it's very significant, in a story about food and all that it entails, that Kabru is rarely shown eating. He's the deuteragonist of Dungeon Meshi, the cooking manga, but while meals are the anchoring points of Laios's journey, given loving focus, for Kabru, they're ... not.

I'm sure he eats during dungeon expeditions, in the routine way that adventurers must when they sit down to camp. But on the surface, you get the idea that Kabru spends most of his time doing his self-assigned dungeon-related tasks: meeting with people, studying them, putting together that evidence board, researching the dungeon, god knows what else. Feeding himself is secondary.

He's introduced during a meal, eating at a restaurant, just to set up the contrast between his party and Laios's. And it's the last normal meal we see him eating until the communal ending feast (if you consider Falin's dragon parts normal).

First, we get this:

Kabru's response here is such a non-answer, it strongly implies to me that he wasn't thinking about it until Rin brought it up. That he might not even be feeling the hunger signals that he logically knew he should.

They sit down to eat, but Kabru is never drawn reaching for food or eating it like the rest of his party. He only drinks.

It's possible this means nothing, that we can just assume he's putting food in his mouth off-panel, but again, this entire manga is about food. Cooking it, eating it, appreciating it, taking pleasure in it, grounding yourself in the necessary routine of it and affirming your right to live by consuming it. It's given such a huge focus.

We don't see him eat again until the harpy egg.

What a significant question for the protagonist to ask his foil in this story about eating! Aren't you hungry? Aren't you, Kabru?

He was revived only minutes ago after a violent encounter. And then he chokes down food that causes him further harm by triggering him, all because he's so determined to stay in Laios's good graces.

In his flashback, we see Milsiril trying to spoon-feed young Kabru cake that we know he doesn't like. He doesn't want to eat: he wants to be training.

Then with Mithrun, we see him eating the least-monstery monster food he can get his hands on, for the sake of survival- walking mushroom, barometz, an egg. The barometz is his first chance to make something like an a real meal, and he actually seems excited about it because he wants to replicate a lamb dish his mother used to make him!

...but he doesn't get to enjoy it like he wanted to.

Then, when all the Canaries are eating field rations ... Kabru still isn't shown eating. He's only shown giving food to Mithrun.

And of course the next time he eats is the bavarois, which for his sake is at least plant based ... but he still has to use a coping mechanism to get through it.

I don't think Kabru does this all on purpose. I think Kui does this all on purpose. Kabru's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be understood as informing his character just as much as Laios's autism informs his. It's another way that Kabru and Laios act as foils: where Laios takes pleasure in meals and approaches food with the excitement of discovery, Kabru's experiences with eating are tainted by his trauma. Laios indulges; Kabru denies himself. Laios is shown enjoying food, Kabru is shown struggling with it.

And I can very easily imagine a reason why Kabru might have a subconscious aversion towards eating.

Meals are the privilege of the living.

#Dungeon Meshi #Delicious in Dungeon #Kabru #Kabru of Utaya #Laios Touden #Dungeon Meshi meta #you can have him in the tags too. as a treat. #Dungeon Meshi spoilers #this was directly inspired by livelaughlaios's post about Kabru self harming but I decided it got too long to make it a direct reply #this is a theory I've been working on for weeks because I kept noticing this while skimming for screencaps #I'm hesitant to trigger tag this because of the way certain subcultures on tumblr operate #but if anyone needs me to add a content warning please let me know #also I included image descriptions! I did my best #I think they even help illustrate my points but my god were they sad to write. Kabru is so fucking sad you guys #musings with Dea

[steveharirngton]

happy birthday dreamboy ♡

#he is the muse of every taylor swift song for ME #not only he's handsome dreamy and hot asf he is also very kind wise and talented asf #he is the reason faces were invented #he is also this random dude which i adore that about him #he is so inspiring and so easygoing i hate that #i love him :((( #i want him to read books to me #anyways happy birthday you lip pursing chain wearing bambi eyed mf <3 #joe keery #steve harrington #djo #gator tillman #dreamboy #joekeeryedit #djoedit #steveharringtonedit #sigh #told you i screencapped and played with filters with this interview #this filter is the best tho <3

[catspawcreates]

Here’s my special Surprise for the Anniversary! The original chart is by AstroMonster based on the in game models relative sizes.

From there I placed our favorite attendants in a true to size document to get all the measurements. It was a lot of fun and here are a few fun facts

Their shirt size is a child’s M-L (pending on the chart)

Shoe size is 8.5 US Women’s

They are 6’9” without rays and 7’5” with

Their hand span (tip to palm) is longer than their faceplate.

Their faceplate is the same width as their ruffles in this art.

Their wrist ribbons are estimated to be 3’ long judging on how many times they appear to be wrapped around.

#fnaf security breach #moondrop #sundrop #daycare attendent #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #the daycare attendant #create #try new things #sun and moon show #faceplate #catspaw #size chart #still down the rabbit hole #happy anniversary Security Breach #thank you for being my muse and inspiring me

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

When I first met him... he was the most gallant of lovers. He knew so many things. He delighted in sharing his knowledge. He had a castle full of treasures, and he took such pleasure in showing them, giving them to me. He was so gentle, and his skin felt like white silk against my skin. And I gave what I could give to one such as he. When we made love, it was like a flame: I felt utterly engulfed, utterly loved. Treasured. I have been with many poets, many dreamers... but his love alone was ice and fire. His eyes were stars.

Calliope, in The Sandman #71, by Neil Gaiman

#calliope #sandman #the sandman #dream of the endless #dream #morpheus #neil gaiman #comics #quotes #favorites #sandman spoilers #not spoilers for the new ep as such but it's more-or-less spoilers for show-watchers who haven't read the comics so just in case #(although the most spoilery parts of her speech in that issue are not included here so no worries) #anyway i thought those who are thirsting over dream juuuust a little bit more today would appreciate this quote #it's a long-time favorite and the writing is beautiful so you can appreciate it even if you're not inspired by a muse so to speak #also i couldn't find it by googling at all? you're telling me nobody ever quoted this online before? what in the world

[navybrat817]

Vacation with Bucky?

#navy's thirsty #sebastian stan #romanian menace #i love him your honor #my ❤️ and my 😻 #bucky barnes #metal arm husband #summer vibes #vacation #the rings #please sir #navy's muse inspiration #thirst with me #you know you wanna #are you reading my tags? #go drink some water #stay hydrated my friends

[mappingthesky]

not a prompt necessarily but I’m always down for planymphia angst 🙏🙏🙏

in response to multiple asks i’ve received for planymphia angst… here is this <3

i know baby, no attachment

None of this had been in the plan.

It was the first thing they’d talked about that first night in Jane’s apartment; Neither of them were looking for anything serious. They were both unavailable, incapable of making any promises. Not now. Not yet. It would be clean, simple, no strings attached. Just two people using each other. Innocently, admittedly using each other, but using each other nonetheless.

They’d been on the couch in Jane’s dimly lit apartment. Jane was an obvious sort of gorgeous. It was the first thing Nymphia had noticed about her, what drew her in on that first night they’d met: she’d been wearing something meant to lure you in, hypnotized by the clinging of her clothes to her body, the wave of her hair, her eyes tightlined and sharpened like knives. Jane was almost lethal to look at, all done up and primed to kill; the most magnetic friend-of-a-friend Nymphia had ever been introduced to. She was somehow even more gorgeous now, sitting on the couch in her casual clothes, her face aglow in the light of the television, her auburn hair pulled up into a messy top knot. She was painfully, effortlessly attractive, and, much to Nymphia’s surprise, only so much of a smooth talker. She came off suave at first, all punchlines and quick remarks, but after a while Nymphia could start to see her thinking. Jane would be in the middle of a sentence, flying through it, hurtling towards some revelation, and then she’d catch herself. She’d pause, freeze on a word and scoff at it, like she was considering whether whatever she was about to say would be worth the sentiment. And then she’d go a bit shy, averting her eyes and playing with the pilling on the upholstery, giving away just how carefully considered she was. And just when Nymphia was starting to think that Jane was completely nervous to her core, that Nymphia might actually have the upper hand in this situation, Jane would bring it back. She’d pick her head up and let the words go, say something so stunningly direct and devastating. It left Nymphia a little breathless, a little too endeared, a little too eager to kiss her.

They could have guessed at the chemistry, but it didn’t come close to the real thing.

What happened when Jane’s skin hit Nymphia was the sort of collision that produced suns and planets and supernovas, flinging particles off into space with enough pressure to form entire worlds. Nymphia could practically see the stars behind her eyes, fluttering shut when Jane was hovering above her, hand between her legs, finding some undiscovered place that Nymphia didn’t know had been there all along, waiting to be found. Jane turned Nymphia’s body into something more than it was before, transforming her irrevocably. Jane was a comet crashing through her atmosphere, and Nymphia was awe-struck, staring at the sky and watching the sparks shower. You can’t be prepared for such life-altering things, it's what makes them so devastating.

What neither of them could have predicted was the ease of what came after - the lying in bed, talking about it. The debrief. Nymphia was a bit too happily fucked, and unwilling to share the extent of her satisfaction. She was worried she would come off easy, inexperienced somehow. Jane, however, was endlessly attentive. She wanted Nymphia’s experience of the encounter, all the details - what she liked, what satisfied her the most, what she wanted more of. Her sheer desire to please was enough to pull the details out of Nymphia. She was rewarded when Jane allowed her to relive it, this time through Jane’s eyes. Jane’s gaze was far off with remembering, a smile playing at her lips as she recounted her experience of Nymphia in such erotic detail, every telling arch and shudder, and the whole thing was so overwhelmingly flattering that it sort of made Nymphia want to do it all over again.

Nymphia had known better than to pack an overnight bag. She thought she had, anyway.

Her eyes were closed and she was nearly asleep when she’d mumbled, ‘I should be going soon.”

Jane just chuckled. “You’re half asleep already.” Her fingers trailed up the curve of Nymphia’s thigh. “Just spend the night. If you want to.”

Nymphia's eyes were suddenly open, “Yeah?” Jane traced stars onto her hip.

“Mhm,” Jane hummed, eyes flickering up, then back to the curve of Nymphia’s waist.

Nymphia closed her eyes, savored in the feeling of Jane on her skin. A long moment passed.

“D’you cuddle? Or is that against the rules.”

Jane’s hum was an amused look at you asking so soon. She was already pulling Nymphia to her chest.

That first night turned into a three-day sleepover, because of course it did. Nymphia and Jane stretched themselves over the long arc of the weekend, sharing the sort of welcome, unexpected ease that you can’t put down, the kind that you’ll happily destroy your routine over and resign yourself to picking up the pieces after the fact. One weekend became another, and then occasional nights at Nymphia’s apartment with the door shut and her duvet crumpled at the end of the bed. And then they added the weekday rendezvous: Nymphia meeting Jane at her place after work on Thursday evenings, promising not to keep her up late and failing miserably, leaning her head on Jane’s shoulder in the morning as she locked the door on her way out. And then Nymphia was bleeding into Jane’s week, her Tuesdays and Wednesdays, her breakfasts and dinners, her late-night ice cream cravings and subsequent walks to 7-11. And then it was all too regular: Nymphia and Jane, Jane and Nymphia.

It's been a few months now, and there are so many things Nymphia loves about Jane.

She loves how Jane drives with one hand on her thigh, or with her fingers in her mouth. How she looks over to the passenger seat with that special look that's reserved just for Nymphia, and makes her feel like the only person she's ever wanted. She loves how she listens to her music loud, sings along when she’s drunk and tossing her hair, or when it's Sunday morning and she’s at the stove and there’s a record spinning in the living room. Nymphia loves how unabashed Jane is, how bold. How she never hesitates when it comes to the people in her life, how to be loved by Jane is to be fiercely defended by her. Nymphia loves how Jane kisses her in the middle of her sentences, especially when she's talking too much. She loves that Jane is so rough. How she can fuck her like she hates her. She loves how Jane can be so tender. How she can fuck her soft and slow, as reverent as religion. How Jane can make a mess of her, then put her back together again.

There are so many things Nymphia hates.

She hates that Jane is so impulsive, how she strikes so thoughtlessly, how she has to return to the wounds later to draw the venom out of them. How Jane is so stubborn, so set in her ways, so inflexible. How there’s two Janes - the one she’s with now, the one she is around her friends. The one who doesn’t kiss her, hardly touches her aside from a possessive arm around her shoulder or a tap on her knee. How the real Jane, Nymphia’s Jane, emerges as soon as they’re alone together, the one who will see her downturned gaze on the way home and coo what can I do, princess? Hmm? What can I do to see that pretty smile? Nymphia hates that she forgives Jane so easily, that she crumbles every time, that she loves Jane completely and entirely and beyond any measure of hurt that she could unknowingly inflict upon her.

She hates that she’s still sitting at this party, long after Jane promised they’d leave. She hates that Jane’s friends clearly like her; they laugh at Nymphia’s jokes, compliment her shoes, send knowing glances and winks across the room every time Jane so much as mentions her name. She hates how, when they ask what they are, Jane is all too quick to brush them off.

It's obvious that Nymphia’s upset by the way she pounds up the stairs, by the way she wordlessly digs through her purse for her keys, by the way the anger and the hurt and the disappointment emanate from her like poison.

“I just can’t believe they asked that,” Jane scoffs. Nymphia says nothing, gritting her teeth as she turns the key in the lock.

It should be obvious, but Jane is a bit too self-absorbed to notice.

“Like, we don’t even know what we are,” Jane says, and Nymphia feels sick, because she thought she did. “Why would she put me on the spot like that? In front of everyone?”

Nymphia pushes into the apartment, beelining for the kitchen.

“I mean, it was weird, right?” Jane continues, relentless. “Why do they need to know so bad?”

“Yeah,” Nymphia’s voice is hard, laced with venom. She chucks her keys onto the counter with a little too much force. “Why would they?”

“Right,” Jane doesn’t notice. “It would be nice if they could just let us-“

“I don’t know why they could possibly be so confused.” Nymphia interrupts, working off her thigh-highs.

Jane misses a beat. “Wait. Are you-“

“I can’t fucking imagine why they’d think that we’re together.” Nymphia lets her boots drop to the floor, one gut-wrenching smack after the other.

Jane blinks, brows knit together. Nymphia straightens up, fumbles with things on the counter that don’t need to be fumbled with. “Are you upset about this?”

“Why would I be upset?” Nymphia picks up a stray mug, sets it down again. “You just told all of your friends that we’re nothing serious. Why would I ever be upset about that, Jane?”

“I didn’t say that, Nymph,” Jane starts, already on the defense. “I said that we’re something.”

“Oh, right. My bad.” Nymphia scoffs. “We’re something. Let me know when you’re ready to illuminate me on whatever the fuck that means, Jane.”

Jane recoils at Nymphia’s profanity, unfamiliar with her frustration. She’s never seen her like this- so hurt, so ready to retaliate.

It's not funny. Jane shouldn’t laugh. She really shouldn’t, but she’s viscerally uncomfortable and horrifically unprepared for this situation, so she does anyways. “Are you really angry about this?”

The whole thing is white hot and embarrassing, and Nymphia has tears in her eyes when she turns and whips her purse to the floor.

Jane jumps. “What the fuck?” She’s wide-eyed, both hands held up in shock. “Nymphia. Are you serious right now?”

“I don’t know Jane,” Nymphia bites. “Are you serious?”

“What?”

“I kinda thought you might be,” Nymphia steps over her bag. “Y’know, because you cut me a key to your fucking apartment. I thought maybe that constituted we were more than,” she curls her fingers in the air, “something”.

Jane shakes her head, jaw tight and temple pulsing. When she speaks, it's in a lower voice, almost ashamed. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“You never want to talk about it!” Nymphia’s voice cracks, a desperate wail. Jane’s mouth opens, already halfway towards defending herself until she looks at Nymphia and sees her bottom lip quivering, the spilling over of her tears. Jane looked back with a concerned, almost panicked expression, lips frozen and slightly parted.

“Do you love me, Jane? Do you even fucking like me?”

Nymphia surprises herself with the question. She’s so amped up, so high on adrenaline that she lets it all out- the culmination of weeks of words she’d bitten back, suddenly pouring forth from where they’d been collecting in a lump in her throat.

“No, seriously, do you? Because I can’t fucking tell. I think you do, because- because you say all these beautiful things, and you spend so much time with me, and you take such good fucking care of me. So you must fucking love me, right? But when your friends ask, I have to sit there and listen to you tell them that we’re something. Like it’s so fucking confusing to you. Like it's a goddamn secret. Do you know what that feels like?”

Nymphia is fully pacing now, walking the length of the kitchen over and over again. Jane follows her with wincing, pained eyes.

What Nymphia hates, more than anything, is that she doesn’t hate Jane at all. Not for any of it.

“I’m fucking in love with you, Jane, alright?” Nymphia whines, hands whipping through the air with frustration. “I’m so in love with you, and everybody fucking knows it. Your friends, my friends, my mom, everyone! But no one seems to have any goddamn clue if you love me too. And you know what? I’m not sure if I do, either.”

When she finally expels the last of the words from the hole in her heart, Nymphia looks up through her tears. She can barely stomach the sight of Jane, lips parted and wordless, unsure of what to do with the outpouring of Nymphia’s heart. She stares at her, eyes twisted in pain, then looks to the ground, like Nymphia’s words have slid off her and collected in a puddle at her feet. Nymphia just cries, a pained and exhausted whimper on her lips as she pushes past Jane and into the living room. She collapses on one end of the couch, pulling her knees to her chest and hiding her face behind one hand, hot tears sliding down her cheeks and into her mouth.

Jane stands in the center of the room with her back turned, still facing the phantom of Nymphia’s words that may very well haunt her kitchen forever. Her head is spinning, because how the fuck did this happen. Nymphia is openly sobbing behind her, and the sound is so gut-wrenching that Jane is nauseated.

Nymphia makes a horrible, shuddering gasp for air and Jane finally breaks, crossing the room and dropping to her knees on the floor where Nymphia sits. She doesn’t even look at her, just sobs, and Jane can physically feel her heart fucking breaking.

“Nymphia,” she says, placing her palm on Nymphia’s knee. “Nymph. Hey.”

Nymphia shakes her head, face contorted with tears. She flinches at Jane’s hand like it fucking hurts, and Jane winces as the guilt slices through her. She exhales a sharp puff of defeat and drops her head in hurt.

Nymphia just cries and cries, and the reality of the situation sinks in Jane’s stomach with every sob. She’s sick to her stomach with concern, worried that Nymphia might actually fucking hyperventilate, and then she’s gently begging the girl to breathe. She goes to reach for Nymphia again and pauses, scared to reach out, scared to hurt Nymphia, scared that she’ll recoil from her again. It’s then that Jane knows, for the first time in all of her life, what she wants. She knows, right as it threatens to slip out of her hands.

“I’ve never done this before.”

Jane hears her own voice. Her words hang in the air for a moment, floating like smoke between Nymphia’s shaky, shattered breaths. Jane looks up.

“This,” she says, a tentative hand on Nymphia’s knee. “What you and I have. I’ve never-”

The words are hard for Jane to stomach. They don’t pour out like Nymphia’s do. They catch in her throat, feel wrong in her mouth. She’s not sure they’ll be enough.

“I’ve never had this with anyone,” she says. “I’ve never wanted to. Not until now.”

Nymphia wipes at her eyes, shudders a bit as her breathing quiets.

“I, um,” Jane glances down, scared to look. “I don’t know how.”

Nymphia finally looks at Jane, so small and nervous and crumbling at her feet. She wants to take her hand, to show her, to be endlessly patient even if it kills her. The desire is so enormous, even now. She almost hates herself for it.

“I know I’m fucking it up,” Jane says to the floor, her voice tiny and wavering. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that.”

“I just need to know,” Nymphia whispers.

Nymphia swallows hard, and then Jane looks up and its so fucking harrowing, so moving, because Nymphia can see the guilt in her eyes, the desire, the glimmer of words she can’t figure out how to say. She watches as she considers, catches herself, lets it go.

“I do.” Jane says. Nymphia’s heart plummets, because she knows what she means.

“I don’t want to say it now,” Jane says. “I don’t want it to be an apology. I want you to know I mean it. Is that okay?”

Nymphia nods and Jane mutters over and over I do, I do, you know I do.

It's beautiful and tragic and overwhelming, and Nymphia wants to crash into Jane, to merge together and surpass the need for words entirely. It's too soon to know yet if it's for better or for worse, only that she does it - that she reaches out and takes Jane’s hand.

“I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it.” There’s a hint of a smile on her lips, a bit of Jane laughing at herself. “But I want to try.”

Nymphia just nods and feels more tears streaming down her cheeks, and Jane’s crying too, and then they’re crashing into each other. Nymphia is leaning down and throwing her arms around Jane, who is sitting forward and clinging to her like she’s scared to let her go. Like she caught a shooting star in her bare fucking hands.

It's a whisper against her hair, but Nymphia hears it. “Can I try again?”

Nymphia could hate herself for it for all of forever. She’s prepared to. Jane doesn’t know what she’s doing, and she doesn't either. Nymphia nods anyway.

It's a new world, one of their own making. It's unexplored, uncharted, and they’re venturing into it together, hand in shaking hand. It's dangerous. She’s doing it anyway. She might hate herself for it. It might be the bravest thing she’s ever done.

#take a shot every time jane says something 3 times in a row in one of my fics #also. too many commas. AND WHAT ABOUT IT #i just want you to know i’ve had this one in mind for literal weeks #and i had it in my drafts on AO3 AND I FUCKING LET IT EXPIRE #AND THE WAY I HAD TO WRITE THIS FROM MEMORY… #i love u guys. u better be grateful <3 #WOOOO ANGSTY #with a hopeful ending #because i am sooooo nice ::) #prompt #she writes #planymphia #chappell roan inspired OFC #shoutout 2 my muse also. u inspire me #but not with angst. just with ur brilliance #OK BYE

[aeriondripflame]

aegon ii & criston cole / on fathers and sons

#this is inspired by user jackedup180 criston aegon musings 10/10 #when your father doesn’t like you and your mother doesn’t like you and the guy paid to be your dad doesn’t like you etc etc #also might try to make an aegon aemond post bc the way the both of them simultaneously have a cain complex.. insane #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #criston cole #hotd #guava.txt #web weaving #not an aegonperson but i am a certified sunfyregirl so i think it’s bleeding through #also if anyone knows where the father was i good quote comes from let me know so i can credit 🙏

[scampfire]

hey @i-say-ok , animated fanart?

#this actually took me a little less than 3 hours #idk what amount of money animators get paid #but it should be more #holy #but I have actually too much time and nothing to use that time for #so I make fanart #also Ok you’re my muse #I’m somehow inspired by you

[rosesart11]

remembering the fact that both Pan and Freddie wanted to run away from the city and I passed out for 2 days to this on my canvas

#a muse elicits and inspires thats for fucking sure #stray gods #stray gods the roleplaying musical #pan stray gods #pan #freddie #freddie stray gods #grace #grace stray gods #also note i didn't intend for this to be polyamorous but if you think of it that way thats cool #digital art #artists on tumblr #someone stab me in the chest right now my wrist is in agony

[sincerely-sofie]

… Would anybody like to give me their art requests / writing prompts? 👉👈🥺

My inbox is open as always, but I’ve depleted the asks I’m not saving for special occasions and I’m feeling hungry for some ideas from you guys. For art, it could be anything from a request to draw a particular pokemon or a comic of a scene you’d like to see or more! Same with writing— I’ll give the prompts a ballpark estimate of word count being around 300-500 words, but they might be longer or shorter depending on the meatiness of the prompt! All the stuff I’ve posted is on the table, be they AU’s or OC’s or original projects. Just let me know if you have a preferred medium when you send in a description of your prompt / request!

#*grabby hands* GIMME YOUR IDEAS #EVEN IF YOU FEEL LIKE THEY’RE ‘DUMB’ OR ‘SILLY’ OR ‘STUPID’ #I WANT THEM ALL #I AM A SKELETAL DRAGON SEEKING TO ADD TO HER HOARD OF MUSES AND INSPIRATIONS #FEED ME #stuff by sofie

[muwitch]

Random continuation of this post. “Death will not claim thee whilst I endure”.

#bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #bg3 spoilers #Teth the black #mu draws #I am crying and rendering the big piece but also full time job I hate economy #i am not saying Jergals chosen but I am saying some fucked up shit happened if ressurected #he can’t say we live while he live jergal you are immortal and I haven’t read the user agreement on this #challenger of gods really got me #I mean ok if I have to go all Scott piligrim but instead of evil exes I get the dead three then so be it #it’s more of a musing though so no cut addition #not even jergal can make Teth be all fancy #huge #y inspired by his concepts

[vullcanica]

Characters baring a mouth full of sharp fangs as show of aggression is top tier but can we talk about how sinister a flash of smooth square omnivore teeth can be. The implications therein? The difference between facing a carnivore vs a member of the terrifyingly, aptly named 'opportunistic eaters'? The fear of being on one's menu, the knowledge that you are on the other's - no matter what you are. The inherent danger of a threat display where there are set rules to avoiding harm turning into a hunt on a dime.

Anyway, thinking about Nikodemus and how beautifully all of this translates into his supernatural setting...

#man said Eater eater. on all levels including spiritual he is an omnivore #on my 'omnivores are the most terrifying kind of animal' grind #no one is truly safe fr we can be as high on the energy food chain as vegetables fruit and grain #or as low as munching on carnivore-eating carnivores #so yeah maybe i like the idea of that extending to the preternatural in the respective worlds i play him in #as much as nik's beyond inhuman at this point he truly embodies the spirit of humanity by clawing his way to the top of the food chain #when he started at the metaphysical bottom #inspired by me saying nik has a mouth full of sharp fangs spiritually in my head - like the way we see carnivore teeth as inherently scary #and then realizing no you know what omnivore teeth are more terrifying we're just desensitized because we're part of that horrid 3% #thinking about the lion-eating chimpanzees #or hedgehogs eating snakes #something about an animal not as associated with violence and danger nor even built for it eating creatures who are #simply because it was hungry and there was no other more convenient food source #thinking about Avita tangentially. my other eater who has more readily available energy sources than souls #but would not deny herself a morsel if prey was stupid enough to purposefully wander into her path and challenge her #to be fair she wouldn't even bare her teeth #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 ‒ nikodemus ║ MUSINGS

[protect-namine]

funny that when kaido and tsukasa wanted to steal kisa, neji was like, "yeah, go ahead and try! we can even get approval from the principal so it's official! :P" because he knows they can't do it, that kisa will win that individual award and stay in quartz, and it's a great opportunity (in his eyes) for kisa to improve and build confidence by having her participate in activities with other classes

but the moment chui asked kisa to be his jeanne, neji stepped his foot down and was like, "how rude! chui, you can't just demand a student from another class!! the rest of univeil already went over this last summer, you're too late for that!!" likeeee, hypocritical much, neji?? which, chui also says to his face lol. how come you get to transfer to another class, neji-senpai, but kisa can't?

wasn't neji also the one who said that by treating kisa like an object (to borrow sou's wording), kisa herself gained high value?

but I guess it didn't register to neji that chui might take an interest in kisa. which. lol. come on neji, you should've seen that one coming.

I find it interesting how he's suddenly like, "tachibana-kun! from now on, start running for the hills when someone wants to steal you from quartz!!" completely ignoring how he encouraged this specific behavior from other classes in the first place. but, well, amber is just that special, after all

what'a the harm in letting kisa intern in amber for a little while, just like how she joined class practice with onyx and rhodonite for a bit. do you not trust that kisa will stay in quartz after that. do you think chui can actually convince kisa to transfer out of the class tsuki was famously a part of

neji we all know that "just kidding" is codeword for "I'm actually serious but I'm playing it off so no one takes me seriously" boyyyyy you started all of this!!!

#mine musings #liveblogging jj #neji is like. yeah kisa kinda like me. i got more creative when i left amber and decided to try another class #bc i need to see and absorb different experiences and amber only really gives me one (1) source of inspiration #by this logic kisa will become better by participating in other classes! she'll have many sources of inspiration to steal from! #brilliant plan there neji. so are you ever going to let kisa intern in amber any time soon #neji: nope!!!!!!! kai please become kisa's bodyguard from now on

[godsfavoritescientist]

I Am Unwell About This

#prebetrayal #ford #idk what to tag this as actually #godsrambles #me half the time: this is so sad. I am in agony #me the other half the time: what you mean by 'i am always eager and ready' ford. is 'rare insights' what we're calling it nowadays #religious themes #him calling bill showing up in his life a miracle. calling it divine inspiration. did bill himself use the phrasing 'divine knowledge' #he at least called himself a Muse and ford capitalizes the word Muse!!!

[quinloki]

I’m going to be writing tacky self indulgent completely delightful and troptastic smut for the next ten years and at this rate, and half of it is going to be @kazieai ‘s fault.

So like

Go boop them or something.

#quin muses #a lot of you inspire me #I love all of you #but Kazieai seems to be putting in overtime #THIS IS NOT A COMPLAINT #merely a statement.

[persimminwrites]

timeloop post got me thinking about some of the story ideas i have so here's little dump of ideas i want to work on (probably post borrowing of bones bc i don't like to split my attention apart from the shorter warm ups im currently doing)

fives x assassin!reader - i wrote a little blurb for a warm up for this and i'm honestly obsessed with this concept. the will they won't they, snarky banter while trying to kill each other vibe fits so well with fives imo so i think it would be fun to actually expand that into a longer stor

time loop - no real thoughts here other than i thought it would be fun to be mean to either fives or wolffe and put them in a time loop :D

train to busan au - i want to write a zombie au so bad its crazy and train to busan is one of my favorite pieces of zombie media its just *chefs kiss* originally i had planned for this to be a wolfpack fic but i want to do more writing for fives and i thought it would make even more since to write him for this au (bc hes an arc i guess and that made more sense in my mind because ... idk)

soul eater au - this is just For Me. no one else. no real plans for this either just vibes. and the vibes are good

pacific rim au - this is from forever ago but still lives in my head. what if.... i made the wolfpack fight in giant jaegers... what then?

"i know you’re poison when I sink my teeth into you" - lyric from a bad suns song that is just begging for me to write something about it

no concise summary for this one. wolffe dechips himself, hijacks your ship with you on it and then *checks notes* "shenanigans ensue"

wolffe x alliance operative - many years after o66. i think i was planning on setting it around 10 bby??? this would be more of a spy, undercover in the empire story. would probably be very angsty and would probably have to make an oc for this story if i ever write it just because of the complexity

O66 never happened au - wolffe x archivist!reader. themes: politics, PTSD, post-war recovery, light angst, mainly fluff, Wolffe learning how to be something other than a soldier. have some really fun ideas about HOW i would write this one

rawl???? actually write about my ocs???? maybe?????

#i am feeling v motivated and inspired lately #also can you tell im really bad at planning things #i start with vibes and then start writing with almost no planning and just let the vibes guide me #which is why i think my storytelling for longer fics isnt exactly cohesive but not really a self dig just something ive noticed as #ive written more #most excited about nos 2 and 3 atm #ive wanted to write 8 and 9 for well over two years but never started either because i feel like id have to sit down and actually plan #and as previously mentioned im bad at that #this was v long winded but anyways! excited to write again! #min muses #writing