#sure ig

[akamavarii]

is this anything

[underdeepfuckingwater]

What the fuck did I just find? Why does he look like an embryo in an incubation tank😭

[drawfee-quot3s]

[in conversation about fixing switch™ joycon drift]

well, what you can do. is um, the one that's drifting? um pair it with another one that drifts, and then they can be drift compatible

oh my god

- julia + jacob

[floristquills]

*tap taps on your window and shakes a jar with a few coins, dice and some dirt*

Any crumbs of anything on your mind recently please?

(fic, headcanons, drabbles, sketches, doodles, literally anything)

Pretty please 👉👈

This is a shockingly hard ask for me, not because I don't have ideas kicking around (I've got hundreds that I've bothered to write down alone x.x), but because I either post them right away on here, or I hoard them because I don't want to spoil with the potential that I write and post something proper for them one day lol. But honestly I should hoard less, so!

Here is the opener to a Vampires' AU where Louis and Owen find and accidentally wake Scott from his coffin while Louis was preparing his place to turn Owen. Scott decides to play the social game with Louis to regain control of Oakhurst, but along the way manages to subvert the murder of Louis and thus Owen going off the deep end; politics, Scott and Owen reluctant allyship to keep Louis alive, eventual bonding and the power of friendship for everyone, huzzah!

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Scott has found himself in quite the awkward predicament.

A tea cup full of deep red liquid is placed delicately before him, slim clawed fingers doing so with grace. Politely, Scott smiles and nods his head. The man—vampire, given the white hair and red eyes and clean scent—giving him the blood attempts an equal expression, though it is far more paper and thin. Not that Scott can blame him.

After all, it may only be more awkward for one to have the rightful ruler return when you are the un-rightful ruler, than to be the vice versa.

The vampire sits across the round table from him, linking his fingers and crossing his legs. There's an air of dignity to him which at least reveals a noble upbringing, if still one that obviously did not teach to keep one's fingers in their own business.

Not breaking the silence, Scott picks the cup up and takes a small sip. The blood is clean and warmed, though animal. Scott is slightly too hungery to discern what type, exactly, but he manages to keep his movements smooth as he sets the cup back down. Lips lightly wetted as he meets the vampire's eyes once more.

It goes on like that, silent and drawn out.

There is plenty to take in, and the silence only serves Scott. Gives him times to wake up from the stuttery magical sleep still sticking to him, to take in his surroundings, to collect his mind. While the vampire may be more patient, Scott is happy to gather whatever is given to him so easily like this. Utterly generous.

Just as Scott begins to think that enough time has passed that he can take another sip of the blood without appearing ravenous, a hand slaps down on the table.

Both Scott and the other vampire turn. The human sitting between them is squinting back.

"Who are you and what were you doing in Louis' basement?" The human demands.

Scott tilts his head slightly to the side, examining the human in earnest for the first time. The man is disheveled, which is frankly putting it politely. And Scott has no real urge to describe him politely, on account of how inadequate a sight it is.

The man's face is covered with unkempt and uncared for waves of hair, limp brown. Underneath which, the originally assumed impressive pallor of his skin is revealed to be thick swaths of bandages, wrapped around so much of his skin that it is hard to discern the quality of what lays beneath. Mottling peeks out, and paired with the thin body, poor posture, and appearance of bad health despite age, Scott assumes that he is sickly. Which is frankly an odd and embarrassing servant for this vampire to have, let alone considering that he is apparently not trained in decorum.

"Owen," The vampire scolds, setting his hand on the human's. Then, he pushes it off of the table with a soft smile. When he turns it to Scott, it is once more made brittler. "My Fledgling."

"Ah," Scott says, as it does explain quite a lot.

Though even more so, it sets judgment within Scott's mouth. Why would a vampire choose a human like this to take on as a Fledgling? It may be true that some Sires like them challenging and needy, but this is ridiculous.

Without as much worry, Scott takes another sip of the blood. Cow's.

"Do you posses a name and title likewise?" Scott asks, smiling.

"Mayor Louis of Oakhurst," The vampire says

"Mayor?" Scott asks, mildly surprised. He assumed the man was of higher peerage. "Shall the lord be making an appearance later?"

Louis smooths a smile across his face, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Oakhurst does not have a lord. We have had only a mayor for over a hundred years," Louis says.

"Ah," Scott says. Drier.

What have these stupid peasants done to his land while he slept?

"Quite in luck, I am the lord of Oakhurst myself, Lord Scott Goldsmith," Scott says.

"Hm," Louis says, a line appearing between his brows. "The Goldsmiths have not ruled Oakhurst is nearly four hundred years."

"My, that does seem about right for the amount of time I was sleeping," Scott says, pressing a palm to his cheek as though in thought.

"Does it?" Louis asks.

"Yes," Scott says.

"Hm," Louis says.

The staring and silence commences once more. It is even tenser now. And even more comfortable for Scott, as he battles himself to not smile truthfully. A mayor vampire, arguably not true nobility, who has a poorly trained and chosen fledgling and seemingly not much more.

Things could be much, much worse for Scott here after so much time. What luck.

"And why were you buried beneath Louis' house?" Owen repeats, earning eyes on him once more.

From how he shies down at them, one would think he doesn't like the attention. And yet, he opened his mouth once more.

"Vampire hunters staked me and placed me down there," Scott says simply.

"I see," Louis says, frowning and touching his chin.

"Yes, quite the vexing affair, truly. I should really see to those responsible. But, until then, retaking my rule of Oakhurst will suffice," Scott says.

"You—!"

"Owen, give us a private moment, will you not?" Louis dismisses. When it seems like Owen will argue, he adds: "Please."

Glaring at Scott all the way, Owen stands and stalks out of the room. He will not be going far, but it scarcely matters. It is not as though he poses any real threat.

"I must make it clear, Mister Goldsmith, that you shall not be retaking the rule of Oakhurst from me in any such forward manner. It is not just a case of power for me, but I care for my humans very deeply, and until I know that you are trustworthy of a similar cause, I can not allow it. The reputation of the Goldsmiths was not so kind," Louis says, genuinely appearing afflicted.

Scott tilts his head slightly. "And how shall you see to that?"

"Well, if you make push come about, I will have to kill you," Louis says, smiling gently. "I do not wish to see that fate for you. But I have a duty to my humans."

At the moment, Scott is certainly outclassed to the point that he shall be killed by the vampire before him if he tries. Four hundred years without blood, and injured at the start of that, Scott has been in far better shape. It may take years to return to his full state. And though Scott has some confidence that perhaps he could take on the vampire before him slightly weaker than his peak, in months or maybe weeks, it would be a challenge.

The other options are more complicated. Ways of politics. Gaining support, allies, there are surely still vampires in the world who owe Scott favors. Who owe him their immortal life. After four hundred years, likely not many. But some.

Though without that… There is always the mayor himself. He is an unknown entity, but he appears a bleeding heart of sorts.

Scott needs more information.

"And what of if I share your beliefs alongside my rightful claim to the lordship?" Scott asks politely.

"If that were to be the case, then I suppose there are more discussions to be had about the political structure of Oakhurst," Louis says carefully.

"Mayors so oft have lords," Scott says.

"That is true," Louis says, eyeing him. "As stated, power is not my motivator. Should the lord be someone I trust, I would not necessarily be opposed."

"I see," Scott says.

He sits back in his chair and drains his cup of blood. While he does it, he carefully examines the choices before him. Brute force, gaining allies, or working with Louis. In order of possible consequences: permanent death with failure, difficulty of being four hundred years out of the court, or being forced to kiss upon a lowly play-pretend mayor.

Well, Scott has kissed upon less beautiful men before.

Scott sets his empty cup down carefully.

"Then it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mayor Louis," Scott says, spreading a pretty smile across his lips.

Louis smiles back, appearing only mildly exhausted and strained. "Likewise."

[effiish]

painter doodles:3

the only ai artist i like😋

[hiruko-shizuhara]

miao

[f4ll3n-b34st]

RAPE MENTION DOWN BELOW>!!! im talkin about urbanspook

Iwl after that episode I was so unsure of how to feel and im so glad im not the only one LMAO. Like...im a lil baffled how much time Urbanspook had to only...do....this>? ALSO CAN I BE FR WITH YALL....I HATED HOW HE MADE HER SPEAK IN THAT INTERVIEW IM SORRY WHY WAS SHE TALKIN LIKE SHE WAS A TEEN TRYIN TO BE REALLY EDGY AND COOL>?

I always pictured Mona to be soft spoken [not in the cute way moreso her voice is just,,,that way] and talked in offputting way that felt like she was rambling off about something she knew more about than you did.

I dont care about cursing i have a sailor mouth like my mother but...dude hearing her throwing out fuck in every sentence was really cringe.

I know The Painter doesnt hold anything back when it comes to grotesque imagery/topics but dude...we could have been a bit more classy when talking about how she had a dog fuck her. Ik another person mentioned the Red man and how they thought it was meant for how Mona was potentially raped but then they just...do nothing with it>???

it is really disappointing seeing how much time he had workin on it only to release...this. I and so many others were so excited for a potential interview with Mona and this was....well. I think the only thing I took from it was Big Pussy Boom [BUT EVEN THEN. I HAD TO PAUSE AT HER FULLY ADMITTING SHE TRIED TO SMUGGLE A GRENADE UP HER PUSSY SERIOUSLY WHAT DID THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING>?????? IT HAD NO FUCKING PURPOSE TO BE THERE>?????]

also the stuff about bill threw me off too>? Idk i dont feel like we really got anything to make that idea of Mona n Bill growing up together....making sense or concrete.

full disclosure I knew exactly what I was getting into when I started watching The Painter, I know why people didnt like it and had several discussions with my mates about how people treated the media and how it comes across in general. It is not the greatest thing i've ever watched but that doesn't mean i still can't be disappointed instead of doing something really interesting with this episode. It was left as some weird cliffhanger that made....no sense really>? im sorry dont fucking come to me with you cant kill me to yeah she was stabbed to death by her inmate the very next day lol AND THEN MOVE ON>?

dont piss me off.

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[theperksofbeingstupid]

if i had a nickel for every time people didn't believe a celebrity was queer because "they didn't mean it like that" or "they didn't explicitly come out" as if saying i'm [insert identity here] is the only way to validate your identity. then oh brother