buckpaws

[buckpaws]

Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

[buckpaws]

one thing i love about alter is that her tail reacts to her state and emotions

( ex. 1-2 looking around cautious / even startled )

and how, despite using her tail as an intimidating weapon, she's soft with it too

( ex. 3 soothing herself by petting her tail, 4 softly touching and almost petting her tail while its holding a gun for her )

( she also mentions her tail aching when her health is low. )

it's a part of her, after all. no one else can touch it but her. no one else can help her but her. because no one else ever has, and no one else ever will.

it attacks and it's aggressive — it was made for it. it's a nightmare to others. but it can be gentle too. it needs comfort too. ( this isn't only about the tail. )

[buckpaws]

[buckpaws]

- Janusz Grabiański (Polish, 1929-1976) Illustration from Poetry for Kaya, 1969.

[buckpaws]

meows loudly

[buckpaws]

sillyco

[buckpaws]

my favourite soups are cabbage soup and miso soup. what are your favourites?

[buckpaws]

Nishino Yoichi aka 西野陽一 aka Yoichi Nishino (Japanese, b. 1954, Kyoto, Japan) - Unknown Title, Japanese Paintings: Ink, Color on Paper

[buckpaws]

[buckpaws]

I LOVE HER AUGH

ANOTHER UNIVERSE in which yingling was taken in by mystik into her orphanage as a kid and she learned healthy coping mechanisms yay ! she loves fireworks and tinkering and cats ( and looks up to the cool professor of course! )

[buckpaws]

im not one of those "in every universe" girlies, but i sure as hell am a "this is a beautiful flame that only barely flickered to life by a pure chance wind and they'll do anything to keep it a living experiences" girlies

[buckpaws]

ngl the way alexander tenderly strokes rowenna's arm looking for a vein. handles her so firmly and gently. and the way they have the same blood type so he is literally giving his own blood to her to stop the effects of the battery. how in the very very beginning alexander told himself he just wanted to have her "titan" (see: radioactive) blood for his experiments and this is just a transaction. but he's touching her skin and making idle conversation with her. why does it feel so natural. he does this same ritual every week, and each time, he realizes hes finding himself longing for her company. she so easily talks to him, talks about battle plans, what her family are probably doing on nexus, the history of the bathala system. outside of syndicate space where hes never seen.

rowenna slowly realizing that of all the legends shes made friends with, there is nobody who listens like alexander. everyone is nice, so nice, but when its late at night and her pulse feels like artillery fire. and her skin itches from the heat in her blood. alexander will help and he will listen. that same selfish, evil bastard she ranted about on her podcast a year ago is telling her each and every step of the process, tediously replacing her blood and notating every chemical, every fluctuation. the music he plays so that the needle doesnt feel as sharp. how he'll listen to songs with lyrics in tagalog and squint in focus. how she can say anything so long as his work isn't interrupted (she's pretty she is interrupting, but he never lashes out at her. never demands she leave. never lays a single mal-intented finger on her)

and maybe shes getting very used to him too. and it bleeds over into combat; she's giving him batteries, finding the shiny red peacekeeper that fits so beautifully in his strong arms - ?!) and when they fight back to back, it is like a symphony in motion. all of her cousins asleep before bedtime and a sink full of dishes. that feeling in her heart is as undeniable as the radiation. when they plan for games and they happen to fall on the same team, he stares, locked into her strategy. he haunts her steps like a friendly ghost she wants to make real.

and this is before they nearly die together on stormpoint during the revinvasion

caustuit taking care of each other. bandaging each others wounds. feeding the other when theyre hungry. accepting the flaws of the other. finding new ways of understanding, new ways of loving, new ways of being together. im gonna be sick.

[buckpaws]

caustuit taking care of each other. bandaging each others wounds. feeding the other when theyre hungry. accepting the flaws of the other. finding new ways of understanding, new ways of loving, new ways of being together. im gonna be sick.

[buckpaws]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[buckpaws]

its the time of the day where u listen to neon bible n think about alexander n cry