Azarinka21

the last yaoi

everyone gathers around the table as Manwe reads Mirea's horrible fanfiction... full size image here!

This is my version of vent art atp

They don’t let him have shoelaces for a reason

He likes hats because it keeps his bangs out of his face

This is if like he got left in Russia or taken again now he’s just full on brainwashed kgb spy

I just wanted a reason to draw him in cunty little outfits

Definitely has some scars, but his arms are fucked up from over using his powers and not letting them heal properly

Literally just pissed off and irritated all the time or dissociating. Never having a good day.

Loooove the idea of him having a shit ton of codenames. He’s kind of like the boogieman but a child. Code names come from White Room and Subject Nineteen.

Edit: based on the fan fiction White Room by @azarinka21

Based off of the fic White Room by Azarinka21 on ao3. Mike get kidnapped at the end of season three by the Russians, and is injected with something that gives him powers. He has pyrokinesis. He’s tortured and trained into a weapon. It’s very good and angsty and an amazing fic and I cannot stop thinking about Mike with fire powers. I like to think he’d have weapons like a sword/ throwing knives that he dips in oil to light up. I also like to think he wears his hair in a braid when it gets long enough because look at how cunty that is. @azarinka21 I love your au so much, your brain is so big.

Atla was my SHOW growing up and I still rewatch it all the time. Peak comfort show. And now watching it I cannot help but picture Mike fighting during some of the firebending scenes ts is SO cool. I need more bamf Mike in my life.

Vampire Mike au! Need I say more?

Ok, I will say more. Currently pondering a fanfic to write about Mike getting bit the winter before graduating. Vecna is defeated and everything is back to normal… until one night Mike is biking home and is attacked. He’s missing (passed on in the woods from blood loss) for 24 hours, and when gets back he’s sick for a full week. Afterwards he starts to push people away in fear of hurting them. The vampire who turns him is obsessed. There’s stalking. There’s a lot of angst. Mike is scared. Will is scared. Nancy is scared. They’re all scared. Holly is really scared. I’ve been thinking about this a lot this last week. I’ve been listening to a lot of Type O Negative and HIM this week.

Aaaand some Paladin Mike. It’s kind of giving he comes from a wealthy family and is a bratty kid who’s also badass with a sword. I’ve been playing dnd since I was 14 and love their dnd personas. Bravebyers has also infected my waking thoughts this past week. However, I would like to point out the concerning lack of Wheelwise content. Cleric Will being confident and sure of himself and laying a FAT one on Mike is just hilarious to think about.

Temeraire's Guyssss

movies right now are absolutely terrified of silence. every spare second is crammed with motion and noise and information. there’s always something new to look at, something new to process. look here. now here. don’t blink. don’t breathe. it’s constant stimulation. there’s no room left for a moment to land before the next one is already gone.

there’s good sci fi horror out there that do silence and restraint well. i can immediately think of under the skin, annihilation, and ex machina. sometimes the silence is the point. personally i think iron lung works in that lineage.

this isn’t a movie that will let you sit there and passively consume. this is a movie full of visual and audial clues waiting for you to unravel them. this is a movie that wants you to notice your breathing. to feel the silence press in until it’s oppressive.

isolation is the movie. it’s you alone with your thoughts, with time stretching and warping, with nothing to distract you from the constant dread creeping in. it’s not the monsters out there that you’re afraid of. not the constant drip, drip, drip of impending doom. but you, alone, in an endless sea of red.

can you count your breaths in the silence? can you hear your heart beating in your ears? can you live with yourself?