#it's two am

[malewife-levi-ackerman]

little eruri babies tucking their first two fingers into their palms because they want to be like daddy. btw

[drippydroppylemonpoppy]

Penti bubblegum Galaxy appreciation post!!

The many art styles of official Penti art from the game. I think his ID photo thing is my favorite one. Big dumb eyes.

I love hyper fixating on a game that's the indiest indie ever.

Me when a game or show has a moody autistic coded character who's objectively as asshole:

😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭

I'll return inevitably to gush about him more. If I was more confident that's all I would do on this account.

[inkztruecolorz]

Lowkey feels silly that I'm aroace as fuck EXCEPT ☝️ when it's my zoo attraction because like . Okay I am 100% not into human people,, no thanks, not doing that

Some animal species on the other hand, that are Not Human,

[just-a-simpel-narrator]

I just woke up from dreaming a super epic fight scene between Miss Beakley and Pk.

The Memory is already starting to fade, but Beakley was trying to enter some super secret Hideout/Building/whatever with Pk trying to stop her because there was something very evil locked away on the next level or in the next room.

But he couldn't tell her it was there, because it was so evil or something and they were arguing the whole time and threatening to badly hurt the other if they didn't give up.

(Lyla was there on his side fighting too, but she didn't say much)

Oh, and the Building was about to flood, forcing them closer to the forbidden room/level.

And it was a fanfiction.

...anyways, I'm better gonna go back to sleep now.

[starcollectorsilas]

regarding the recent chapters of bungou stray dogs, here is my sixteen page long 'im fucking calling it now' essay on my predictions for how it will come to end.

1. The Shell.

Atsushi and Akutagawa will team up and fight against the tripolar singularity aka Fukuchi and given the how the light novels tell their own story while still reflecting canon, and a pretty major plot hole ha–

[aethrknight]

black brothers angst, 1.1k words

“You don’t understand,” Regulus explodes, losing his temperament in a way he’s never done before. It shocks Sirius into silence, leaving Regulus to try and reign it in; to control his breaths, dig the hole in his chest a little deeper so his emotions stay buried and never resurface. But it’s a losing battle, because this burst of anger has been brewing for years, and he is helpless to stop the spillage.

“You,” he spits, venom lacing every facet of his voice, yet still not daring to take his eyes off the floor. “You, with your perfect hair, and your perfect smile, and all your friends, and the luxury of being able to step even a single toe out of line.” His feelings scrape raw as they claw their way out of his throat, exposing the most private parts of his soul. “You don’t get it because you escaped. You got to leave, and I didn’t. I’m still stuck, under the thumb of our mother, being dragged around like a little marionette with no will of his own."

Regulus heaves a deep breath, emotions other than the devastation and anger he’s feeling right now making themselves known as the words keep flowing. “Do you know what she did to me, when you left?” He finally chances a glance up to Sirius’ face, feeling his insides recoil at the look of pity and sadness etched in every line of his older brother’s face.

I don’t want your pity, he wants to say. Where was this sadness the night you left, he wants to shout.

He keeps going. “She came up to my room, sat me down on the bed, and congratulated me. Congratulated me on being the one to run you out of the house. ‘He won’t be able to tarnish our family name any longer, thanks to you,’ she’d said. A foolish part of me believed that it was the beginning of a change in her. That, because you left, so did her cruelty.” He lets out a self-deprecating laugh. “Of course, she was just waiting for me to step out of line. The second I did something she didn’t approve of, every ounce of malice she’d directed towards you was cast onto me.”

Regulus feels his eyes well up, frustrated tears pushing against his barriers to run down the planes of his face. He looks up to Sirius then, that vicious, snarling part of him wanting to see the effect that his words have on his brother firsthand. “So, you asking me why I don’t just leave? It's because I can’t.”

Sirius takes a fraction of a step towards Regulus, his brows furrowing in a way that shows he doesn’t understand what his little brother is saying. “I thought I was stuck too, but I made it out. I—”

Regulus cuts him off, his voice rising beyond his control once again. “You had help! You had James, and Remus, and Peter. James’ family. I have no one, Sirius. Do you understand that? Mother’s claws have latched deeper into me than they ever were in you. To her, I am her only son, and she will do anything to make me follow the path she’s set for me.

“I’m not like you. I’m not strong, or brave, or even stupid enough to try and get out. I risked so much to simply be able to attend the same school as you. I had to lie and tell her that our paths would not cross—and if they did, I would act like I didn’t know you. She has her eyes everywhere; one little slip up from me, and it’s an immediate transfer to the school she originally wanted me to go to.”

His breathing feels too big for his chest, like his lungs suddenly shrank. His vision is blurred from the tears sitting on his waterline, and at this point he’s simply too tired to care about his perfect composure. Poisonous hatred and that infantile urge to be comforted by his older brother mingle in the same space right above his heart, creating its own little storm.

“So don’t tell me,” Regulus’ voice breaks, “that everything will be fine, because it won’t. I’ll always be stuck here, under the careful watch of our mother, playing the act of her perfect little son like I’m supposed to.”

He’s right on the cusp of crying, more tears gathering the longer he talks. He shouldn’t have even let himself lose control like he did. He’s had years of mastering his emotions now, but it’s as if the simple presence of Sirius makes all of his hard work disappear; like he’s 15 years old again, watching through his window as his older brother escapes through the shadows and leaves him behind.

“I can help you, Regulus. I’m an adult now, with my own money; I could get you out of there, to the point that you would never have to see Mother ever again.” His face is pleading, hands reaching towards his little brother as he cautiously, slowly closes the gap between them.

Regulus’ chest surges at the idea, filaments of hope beginning to fill in the cracks between his bones. It’s a feeling he swiftly represses, however, because all he has to do is think about the unspoken threats she’d uttered towards him before he left, of the web of familial politics he’s caught in to know that whatever Sirius is suggesting will never work.

The hope dies in him, then, just like every other emotion he’s repressed to the point that they’ve wilted inside his chest like flowers without sunlight.

The sweet relief of numbness greets him like an old friend, making his stare lifeless as he turns towards Sirius. “I wish it were that easy, but there is so much more to this situation that you simply wouldn’t understand. The family has changed, big brother, just as you have.”

Regulus straightens out his shirt as he prepares to leave, making sure his appearance is pristine in every way for when he crosses that door. He never knows who could be watching, and he can’t afford to slip up. Not here. “I am the heir of Black,” he says, voice as even as can be, “and I will grow into the title as every Black did before me.”

He walks towards the exit with renewed purpose, knowing he needs to get out before his resolve slips. He doesn’t mean to, but he lingers at the door, hand unmoving on the doorknob. Five seconds pass before Regulus turns back towards the only other person in the room, not surprised at the way Sirius is looking at him. Betrayal, sadness, and anger are only some of the emotions he recognizes that flicker in Sirius’ gaze, so he forces himself to utter his goodbyes and leave.

“I’ll see you around,” and with a simple nod, he walks through the door, leaving his emotions and his heart behind with his older brother.

[soundbodys]

I'D RATHER HAVE MY POOR KNIGHT.... THAN YOUR CROWN OF BONES AND LEEAAAADDDDDD