#Ask & ye shall receive lol

[ihatebrainstorm]

cAN U DRAW FIRS AID DOING ANYTHING STUPID LIKE EVENTUALLY LIKE WHENEVER YOU WANT LIKE WHEN U FEEL LIKE IT PLEA

uhh.. uh.... First Aid bouncing on a pogo stick on top of an indestructible seal? Ratchet said it was part of his CMO training (he's lying)

[cosmicdreamgrl]

jungkook x mots on:e concept photobook shooting sketch for @cordiallyfuturedwight 🖤

[thewritetofreespeech]

hi! prompt 3 or 39 with roland would be interesting!

3. Body Worship

“Wow! You are so strong [Y/N]!” Roland gushed. His eyes sparkling as he took in his partner’s form. Their figure seeming to almost vibrate now in the stillness after battle. “I’ve never seen moves like that before! Such agility. Such grace. And your muscles….I wish my body could be more like yours…”

The Chasseur hiccupped in a gasp as he realized what he just said. His mouth often running much faster than his brain.

He felt he should kneel down right now and pray to God for his sins. Envy was one of the big ones, but there was something more than that. Lust. Roland knew that he did not just look on [Y/N] in adoration for the strength of their body but also for its physical curves. Everyday he had to fight the urge to reach out and touch them. Run his hands over those gorgeous muscles and body. But he knew he could not. He had made a vow to God and the Church. To be pure and void of sin as to better serve their Lord, and irradicate the world of vampires. This was his promise. And it seemed [Y/N] was his test from the Lord.

“Let’s head back! I’m sure Olivier is eager to hear of our report. And I could do with a hot meal and a nice bath.” Roland felt bad behind his smile. What sort of weakling was he that he would pivot his sins from envy to gluttony. He would have to pray harder to God for resolve.

[Y/N] agree and they walked back to their base together. Their scent in the air as Roland’s heightened sense from his serum, leading him like a salivating dog following a bone. If only he could hold them and get a full whiff of their scent. Surely that would be alright? Hugging, and smelling their battle potent aroma, would not be a broch of his vow….

Roland shook his head to get rid of these thoughts. He knew it would be a slippery slope. One hug would just make him want more. Another hug. To hold their hand. To run his fingers over those powerful legs that just kicked a vampire clear across the courtyard, and heaven help him what he wouldn’t give to have them wrapped around him.

He shook his head again. It wasn’t working. He would have to pray harder tonight after last prayers. Beg God for forgiveness and strength. To stay away this temptation from [Y/N] to worship at their alter instead of their Lord. God help him…..

[valya-kingoftherats]

May be stupid

You may be stupid.

Or just stunned. That's entirely a possibility.

You have found yourself lying on your back. In the middle of tía Elena's driveway. Crutches knocked away just out of your available reach.

Fuck.

Your head hurts. More than normal. It's a stabbing, splitting pinpoint pain along your left temple. You probably hit a rock or something.

You fell. You aren't entirely sure how. Just that one minute, you had successfully made it down the ranchhouse stairs and were headed out to see Julia is the pasture. And then there's a gap. And then you were on your back staring up at the sky. Head screaming. Body protesting equally as violently.

Between your head and your knee, it's all you can do to keep the tears from pooling in the corners of your eyes.

You probably should have listened to Julia. Shouldn't have tried venturing out without her or tía to help you. But you thought you could do it. Should be able to do it.

She can't know.

With any luck, your body will calm down just enough for you to be able to more accurately roll yourself over to get your crutches. And haul yourself back up onto your feet, up the stairs, and into the kitchen where she left you.

But right now, it hurts to breathe, so that's out of the question. Just need to hope that she has a nice long visit with the horses. Very long.

"¡Mierda! ¡Valya!" Well fuck.

There's just no winning. Is there?

"Hey," you raise a hand to give her a little half wave. Hopefully, it's steadier than it looks to you. "Care to join? The view is great."

She's above you now. Broke into a sprint as soon as she realized you were flat on your back, no doubt.

"What happened? Are you alright? Can you get up?" Five hundred questions at once. Not helping your pulsating head.

'Can you get up?' Forget you. It's her that's stupid. What kind of question is that? If you could, you would have already.

But if she thinks you're down here by choice....

"Just enjoying the afternoon," you try not to wince at how rough your voice sounds. Wheezy. Strained. "The sun feels nice."

She crouches down beside you, one hand coming up to block the sun from her eyes. "Suure," she hums, "then let's see you get back u-"

You grunt as your head is harshly grabbed. Pain shooting across your face, right behind your eyes. Doesn't she know how to treat the injured?

"Dios mío, Valya, you're bleeding!" She's loud. Right in your ear, and she's yelling. That isn't good, though. For several reasons.

"It's not. Not. Don't worry, I'm fine." Fuck. You need something here. Anything. Your mind isn't exactly in top condition right now. Wandering and latching onto tía. She's in the kitchen now, putting away the drink pitcher. Gently scolding your for not doing it when you had it out. "I'm fine. That's not blood, that's....Kool-Aid. Yep."

Never mind. It's definitely you that's stupid.

Hopefully, she's more of an idiot than you.

"Kool-Aid? The drink." She does not sound impressed. Or like she believes you. At least she's mercifully released your poor skull.

"Uh-huh. Drinking laying down is hard. I spilt it." If this works, you'll need to find a way to thank tía. You have no idea what the fuck 'sharkleberry' is, but it's the right colour and that's all you care right now.

"Right. So where's the cup?"

"Huh...?"

"Your cup, Val. If you were trying to drink, while laying in the middle of the driveway, you had a cup, didn't you?" Fuck you aren't awake enough for this. She's teasing now, you're sure. Towering above you. Smug grin plastered all over her face.

At least she's blocking the sun.

"Oh yeah. It's. Gone." Today is not your day. You're supposed to be good at this. "I dropped it. Obviously. And one of the dogs picked it up and ran off. Must've been thristy." You force out a laugh. It hurts. Real fucking bad. But hopefully, it sells the definitely humorous situation you're in a bit better.

"So you brought a drink outside. So you could enjoy the outdoors," the emphasis on 'you' feels unnecessary. You've become more acclimated to outside since you first meant. Harsh judgment. "And you spilt your drink, and the dogs made off with the cup." You do your best to nod. "And the crutches?"

"What about them?" That seems irrelevant in all this. Stupid detail for her to get stuck on. One you didn't think she'd notice.

"All the way over here. Behind you and out of reach." Fuck she's perceptive when she wants to be. When it's inconvenient for you.

"Working on being less dependent on them?" You offer weakly. That's a lie even the biggest idiot could figure out. They've been glued to you since you got them, and you're loathe to go anywhere without. Rehab be dammed. They make things nicer.

"Okay." Julia huffs. Poorly attempting to hide her laughter. You don't need this. To be patronized. The lecture about not pushing yourself in the wrong directions might even be better. "Let's get you back inside then, so you can wash all that dirt and juice off yourself."

She bends back down, and the look on her face is pure jubilation. Fuck. It's cute. You brace yourself for her to prop you back upright. Back on your unsteady feet.

You do not expect her to scoop you up like one of the barn cats.

She's got you cradled in her arms. One of them under your shoulders, the other behind your knees. Your own wrap around her on their own accord. You'd rather not fall again.

"I'll get your crutches after you're back in bed." You hate when she's playing the mind reader. She plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, "Val, try not to spill the next cup of juice." Fuck. She's definitely not letting you live this one down.

[vaudeville-moggie]

Leo

Bubblegum and candyfloss

Yuichi Usagi has infected my brain so he ended up in here as well

shh he's focusing. 5 sketches later I'm reasonably ok with this

alt colour versions:

bubble pop electric and drop pop candy weeded into my head so.

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow Day 7

Gloom Hands

This goes out to the way I cackled hysterically once seeing these things in TOTK, well done Zelda Team. They're a terrifying concept and I really feel exploring that could be fun, even if this prompt gave me a headache and a half.

Bit late today because we've been pelted by way too many storms/lightning and writing on mobile with lightning shaking your house is generally a bad idea, so I spent most of the time writing this and the Linktober prompt by hand, then transcribing it back onto mobile as soon as I could touch eletronics without the major risk of being zapped and picking a god and praying that my internet wouldn't be too funky so I could get it out on time. Short one again though because I still need to finish the Linktober prompt so it should come out later today or fully tomorrow, sorry folks.

Anyway, as always can be read as romantic or platonic, also Sage is here both because of the prompt and because the mental image of Wild Reader and Sage trauma bonding over the extremely twisted nature Gloom/the Malice have compared to just dark magic in general in LoZ was too funny to resist, if Nintendo won't talk about the many variations of Dark Magic in LOZ and how it affects any who come in contact with it then lord darn it I guess I'll just have to do it myself (or as much as I can without breaking out the companion essay to the Realm of Darkness and Realm of Light essay which I'm already having trouble digging out).

TW:

Technically graphic descriptions of decay, gore and eldritch horror, and Reader just not having a good day in general, don't recommend reading I'd you're highly squeamish.

When you’ve first met Sage, as the Chain temporarily dubbed him, you and Wild didn’t miss the way he looked so, so haunted. Emotions warring like a storm as he looked Wild over in a mix of disbelief and the weariness of a wounded fox getting ready to bite just to escape, at the Chain with such longing ache that made one’s heart break, the way the first time he met Wolfie he didn’t hesitate to throw himself atop the canine and hug him so close like he was trying to melt into the fur, and looking at you like he didn’t know wether to cry, scream or to shut down before he buried it under the mask you knew your resident Champion could use when trying so desperately to keep it together, hands shaky as he signed in a way that set your teeth on edge and felt like you had taken a dozen of ice arrows to the back, urgent, 'It’s not safe. None of you should be here. You need to leave. Now.'

Needless to say it was alarming, even as you all knew just how ferociously untamed his and Wild’s Hyrule could be, with being overrun with so, so many types of divinity through each crack, root, drop and flesh of it’s beings. From Hylia’s cold calculating care, the Three Goddesses blood, tears and breath of life, to the Malice’s howling self sustaining fury, The Lost Woods ever overgrowing freedom and even the remnants of the Fierce Deity’s hunt in Satori’s and Malaniya's savage display of cyclic eternity, it wasn’t any surprised that apart from the Traveler’s Hyrule it was the most aggressive one with the smorgasbord of energy so thick it made even you choke on it everytime you stepped foot in it. Beautiful and free in an echo of it’s once untamed state in the age of myth even before Sky.

Over time, you and the Chain learned how to adapt to it. To listen to the warnings Wild gave about the Guardians and about the remains of Malice in his monsters, of how the moon had been forever tainted with it and how, until Sheikah tech was fully repurposed it would be best to avoid the castle all together it was difficult but manageable, and even if Sage’s reaction was alarming (and he seemed even more troubled once Wild passed onto him from Sky that, while he wasn’t to come with them yet due to how things were apparently ‘fated’ to happen, there was no way you all could leave quite yet, distantly sticking by Wild and Twilight when possible and checking on everyone’s health when not doing so), you’d though it would be much the same for his own, and in parts you were right as the Chain had taken to the new environment like fishes to water even if it took some adjustments.

Though you were quickly proven wrong, and you could have laughed at your past self’s naivety.

It was meant to be a quick run to clear a black blooded monster camp, and while decently challenging, it was over quickly between the Chain getting more apt at fighting the enemy, Sage’s addition as the man fought as ruthlessly and ferociously as Wild, switching between deadly marksmanship and feral combat on a dime and the absence of the unnaturally inteligent black scales lizalfos, you’d rest and be on your way quickly. Or so you all thought.

Twilight had been the first to smell it, the bubbling of dark but distinctively twisted magic, even more so than Zant’s brand of madness. Wild the one to spot it, the rot black and blood crimson building up at the edges of camp from his vantage point but it was Sage who had tensed, eyes snapping to the faint glow the Master Sword emmited just as the sky darkned before his frantic, alarmed howl swept over the Chain, the sheer desperate, protective panic making all of your boys still, because Sage never used his voice unless he absolutely had to, “IT'S NOT OVER! MOVE!”

It was all the warning any of you got before reality twisted, straining, and then finally screaming, the heavens staining with crimson as if gutted open, the eyes of a sin against nature itself cutting through your relief and infecting your veins with terror. It shakes you to the core, freezing with indecisive flight or fight as you spotted the tide. Heart in your throat as you tried to comprehend what you saw.

“WHAT THE-“, Legend cursed, looking ashen as his grip on his fire rod tightened. Really, all of your heroes look disturbed and you can’t blame them.

“Get to high ground if you want to live! We can’t fight these things.”, snapped Sage, much more composed, but no less frenzied.

None of you hesitate to listen.

(There were some unspoken rules, when in Wild’s Hyrule the first time around. If there is something the Champion, the most reckless of all Links, wasn’t willing to fight head on or said wasn’t worth it, the best course of action was to listen, specially if the group was vulnerable.)

The hands screech, the tide rolling over the land with an reality splitting clamoring, a sound so filled with fury and so, so twisted it made your Hylian’s ears friends bleed and you lift a hand to your head in pain as Wild pulled you along, Sage leading the charge for the nearest cliff face as Warrior’s threw Wind over his shoulders and Twilight didn’t hesitate before doing the same to Four, the frost from Legend and bomb arrows from Time and Sky barely doing nothing to slow it’s relentless charge, merely taking from it a distorted, pitched crescendoing belt of pure rage and the overlaying of many tortured souls screaming all at once, of Hyrule rejecting this existence from the world but wounded at being unable to vanquish it, the sound it makes as it spreads and drags itself across the ground with uncanny speed with it’s many, many arms like something in between sludge and smacking, wet, rotten flesh.

Sage switches between shooting arrows to helping the other Links up the cliff and shooting at it’s eyes with the strongest bow he has,making as many arrow fusions on the spot as he dares. The others quickly taking as many ranged weapons from their sides to do the same. You help Hyrule up the clifface, while Wild swipes Cryonis over the field, climbing up himself, being hauled to Sage’s side.

You are almost there when one of the hands latch onto your ankle, and you go down with a scream, Sage all but dropping the bow in his hand in favor to latching onto your hand with snarl. And

It.

Is.

Agony.

(It burns through you like your very atoms have been set on fire,bthe hands take the opportunity to sink into you, long long unnatural fingers sinking into your flesh in a unhurried blanket of darkness, the Demon King’s will is roaring, growling with abyssal rage, if it cannot rule Hyrule, it would kill everything in it instead. Gloom sinks into your cells, raptures the membranes and makes the skin slip, frantically invading, you taste rotten flesh on the back of your throat and the scent of wither and ash choke you as it sinks into your flesh, marrow, breaks down your bones bit by bit, cracking and infecting and breaking down your very essence with the fury of a dead deity which refused die, decay on an accelerated rate all over where the hands clutched like a vice as the Links trunfo pull you out or attack it and it is painful and it’s excruciatingly wretched and make it STOPCEASEITHURTS-)

A well aimed Skyward Strike severs the connection, the pain stops and you fall into Sage, breathing hard and unevenly, grasping at him like a lifeline, clawing and counting at Wild’s arm on your other side like a wounded animal, your taste blood on your throat from the screams that were ripped from it, Hyrule falling to his knees on your side as healing magic washes over you like a shroud, trying to get you to respond.

Reality howls along with you, before all is silent.

It barely took a second.

“... Just what were those things?”, rasps Sky, horrified, a sentiment echoed through the Chain, though you can’t focus on it, trying not to choke on your own blood and to pull yourself together, Wild’s hand unconsciously settling on your pulse, shaking, and Sage’s tense tone cuts through the air as he scans the area. Still tense, tone hoarse.

“... The reason why I wanted you to leave.”

Later, much, much later, before you all leave, you learn they are called Gloom Hands.

It’s unanimously agreed that all you hold loathing for those abominations, even long after you’re forced to leave Sage.

He whispers something to Wild on the way out, hugging him close, trembling. Your Champion nods, you can’t make out the words, but you make sure to hold him as close as you can before you go, indulge him in checking for your pulse even long after you’re healed.

You hope he’ll be safe, he hopes that the next time you all see each other again, it’ll be under better circumstances.

[onlyoneofsideblogtrashheep]

Receiptify time! October

Thank you for the tag! @toxicrevolver <3

Junny??? On my Receiptify?? Miracles happen.

Last time there was no txt but its October and we're back with all my top txt songs. There's still some Yuta because depth was amazing and tbh there would be more if I didn't travel so much. Daylight is the real surprise though.

Tagging: @hyuck-xix @shiryshinx @andrhomeda @freshlybakedgarlic and anyone else who wants to do this

[idontchara]

CAT

she's a kitty cat!

and she dance dance dance and she dance dance dance

[piracytheorist]

Who or what is Grim Fandango?

Set in the Land of the Dead...

A tale of corruption and greed...

A soul being deprived of her peaceful afterlife...

And a soul trying to make things right.

It's a video game!

It was released in 1998 by LucasArts and a remastered version was released in 2015. You play as Manny Calavera, the guy with the white suit in the picture, and it's set in a kind of afterlife inspired by Dia de los Muertos. Manny serves as a Grim Reaper to repay his debts to life, but in an effort to get himself into a better situation, he gets involved in a whole case of corruption and conspiracy, which he has to get himself and another soul whom he accidentally gets involved into this too out of.

It's got a fulfilling story, interesting and layered characters, immersing backgrounds and one of the best game soundtracks I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

(I recommend listening to the full thing. So much great noir jazz stuff. There was even a location I would have Manny walk slowly so that I could enjoy the track that played over it longer :D)

The "Ask me about Grim Fandango" on my blog description is a reference to it made by another game by LucasArts, Monkey Island. In the first game of that series, which barely even has a fourth wall and has the characters go meta quite often, there's a background NPC you can talk to who has a pin that says "Ask me about LOOM", another game by LucasArts that was released a little after the first Monkey Island. If you ask him he'll start excitedly talking to you about LOOM while the screen shows *advertisement* over him.

And then, in the third Monkey Island game, which came a little before Grim Fandango, there's a skeleton who is wearing an "Ask me about Grim Fandango" pin. You can't ask him about it though, cause he's dead

Basically, they were promoting their upcoming game in that way, back before everyone had constant access to the internet XD

I played Grim Fandango in the very beginnings of 2020 and got absolutely enamoured about it, and even though I haven't replayed it in some time I am still very much enthralled by it in so many ways. And so that sentence has stayed on my blog description for over four years XD

The game may come off as having some puzzles which are hard to solve - it is, after all, an adventure puzzle game, and you're supposed to spend a good amount of time finding clues and hints on how to solve each puzzle - but it's very satisfying, made with a lot of love and care for the characters and the story, so I recommend even just trying it out and using a walkthrough if you get stuck. Manny is an absolute delight and moodTM to play as, which makes the experience even more enjoyable.

So anyway, yeah. Try out Grim Fandango :D

[tiktaaliker]

i can't find an image of gar can you show me one pls? also shoutout ts eliot in the bio

oh man the reason why you cant find gar is because ive only drawn the guy once ever

gar is the second to the left, the brown dog-adjacent thing with robot hands. he's the founder of DIRE and also an asshole. btw i still love this group pic because it really brings out how much they do NOT work together visually which is entirely intentional. DIRE is a complete mess

[gaily-daily-musings]

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss 😎 How often I read the opposite as teen, they probably deserve it

I couldn't decide between fluffy or serious and then I thought why not both? Both is good (link to serious version)

-

The man on the curb is dressed far too nicely for an Uber. Anakin hesitantly pulls up, double checking his phone. The man starts to head in his direction and opens the back door.

“O. Kenobi?”

“Yes,” Kenobi says in a crisp British accent.

Well he'll be damned. The man, Kenobi, shuts the door behind him. Anakin pulls away and back onto the street.

“What happened to your regular driver?” He asks. He is of course kidding.

However Kenobi answers. “A bit under the weather I'm afraid.”

Anakin nods politely and looks back at the road. Internally he's screaming. Holy shit, this guy was the real deal! He even had a Rolex on his wrist! If Anakin played his cards right and turned up the charm, maybe he'd get a big tip!

Anakin switches the radio, looking for another station. He finds one playing classical music and turns it up. British guys liked classical, right?

“Could you turn it down please? I'm trying to concentrate.”

Anakin looks back to see Kenobi's head buried behind his phone screen.

“Oh sure! Sorry!” Anakin quickly turns it off. “Want some bottled water?” Anakin reaches over for a bottle of Dasani in the passenger seat and holds it up. “It's complementary!”

Kenobi eyes it with a frown. “No…thank you.”

Too good for Dasani? Well fuck him, not everyone can afford Fiji or whatever the fuck.

They come to a stop at a red light. Anakin drums his fingers on the steering wheel. He thinks about making some friendly small talk, asking Kenobi about what he did for a living. But Kenobi seems really busy with whatever he was doing on his phone. He didn't want to bother him and get a star knocked off for being nosy. Rich types tended to prefer the help not to speak.

Anakin sighs and resigns himself to a subpar tip. Oh well he tried.

His phone rings, interrupting his thoughts. Anakin reaches up, about to hit ignore, when he sees the caller and pauses. It was Ahsoka. He adjusts his wireless earbuds and hopes Kenobi didn't mind. He didn't like ignoring calls from her.

“Hey, I'm working right now, what's up?”

“Anakin! Anakin oh my god you need to–!”

It cuts the rest of her sentence off.

“Ahsoka?” Anakin's heart drops. She sounded breathless. “What's wrong?”

“A–ch–at the–....”

Anakin looks at the top right corner. The last bar disappears and drops the call entirely.

“Shit!” Anakin curses. His hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles going white. What happened? Was she in trouble?

Decision already made, Anakin yanks the wheel and does a u-turn.

Kenobi gasps, holding onto the door side for dear life. “What's going on?” he demands. His voice is hard.

“Sorry sir! My sister's in trouble! That was her on the phone just now!”

He speeds down the road whipping through traffic. Cars honk as he flies by.

“I'm sorry I really don't have time to let you out!”

There goes his fucking tip. Probably his job too.

Anakin races through the streets, heart pounding in his chest. Please be okay. She had to be okay!

He pulls up to her apartment in record time and skids to a full stop. He bursts out of the car, running up the stairs two at a time to the second floor. He pounds on the door yelling her name.

“Ahsoka! Ahsoka!”

Just as he's ready to break it down, the door opens. Ahsoka looks up at him with a confused expression.

“Anakin?”

He grasps her shoulders frantically looking her over. “Are you okay?? What happened?!”

“Nothing? What are you doing here? I thought you were working?”

“I am!” He snaps. “Then you called me sounding upset and then the phone cut off!”

Ahsoka blinks. She opens her mouth then closes it. Then a smile breaks across her face and she starts to laugh. Anakin bristles.

“What?” he growls.

“I was just calling to tell you about the new movie! I just got back from seeing it with Bariss! I was just excited to talk to you about it, is all!”

All the air rushes out of him. Anakin's hands fall to his sides. He should probably jump off this balcony now.

Ahsoka leans to the side, looking over his shoulder. “Who's that?”

Anakin stiffens. He looks back and sees Kenobi having climbed the stairs after him. Fuck.

“Uhh, this is my current customer Mr. Kenobi. I sorta, um, panicked.”

“Hello.” Ahsoka waves awkwardly. Then, quietly so the guy couldn't hear, she whispers, “Dude you totally kidnapped someone.”

“It was an accident!” He hisses back.

Kenobi, to Anakin’s complete surprise, is smiling. He would have thought the man was coming up here to curse him out and hit him.

“Hello there,” Kenobi says.

“Anyway, looks like it was a false alarm! Haha!” Anakin scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yes, I see that. Glad to see you're unharmed. Ahsoka was it? He was awfully worried about you.”

Ahsoka smiles back, unsure what to do. She looks at Anakin for support but he's just as lost as her.

“Anakin's always jumping to conclusions,” she offers.

They all share a weird, stunted laugh. Anakin clears his throat.

“I can definitely take you where you want to go now, sir. Free of charge of course!”

Kenobi looks between the two of them then. Like he's analyzing them. Anakin suppresses a shiver.

“Yes, if you wouldn't mind.” Kenobi shifts, angling his body towards the stairs and waiting for Anakin.

Anakin says goodbye to Ahsoka and quickly heads back to the car. He cancels the previous request so that Kenobi won't be charged. And more importantly so that he can't give him 1 star in case he changed his mind about being so understanding about all of this.

“You care a lot for your sister don't you?” Kenobi asks from the back. He's watching Anakin in the mirror.

“Yes, sir. She's not related by blood but she's basically part of the family.”

“Hmm, quite loyal,” Kenobi says under his breath.

Not knowing what to say to that, Anakin chooses to ignore it. Weird comment aside, Kenobi was being very forgiving and he didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After about another minute or two Kenobi speaks up again.

“You drive very well.”

Anakin can't help the swell of pride at the compliment. “Thanks. I kinda thought I'd be a stunt driver one day. It's all I ever wanted when I was little. But that fell off and now here I am.”

Kenobi falls silent again and so does Anakin. They get to the destination about fifteen minutes later. The building is as ominous as any corporate office he's ever seen.

Anakin goes the extra mile and gets out to go around and open the door for him. He wasn't a chauffeur but hey, the guy had been through enough.

“Thank you, Anakin.” Kenobi holds out a hand to shake.

“You're welcome sir!” Anakin takes it. It was warm and engulfing. Kenobi squeezes his palm, almost lingering.

“I'll be in touch.”

He finally let's go and walks up the steps to the building. Anakin blinks after him, confused. Be in touch? The hell did that mean?

[sciencewife]

Oooh drawing requests! Neat! How about…Caroline (SC or vanilla, dealers choice) but in whatever outfit you currently have on? Or if not that, maybe your favourite outfit? Show off a bit of your own fashion sense!

What do you do when the prompt is for whatever you have on or your favorite outfit, but the favorite outfit is the Caroline outfit in your wardrobe? Pick a secret third thing: my second favorite outfit, my Star Trek uniform, which I always have in my closet in case there’s a con and I have no other ideas on what to wear.

Let’s be real though: Caroline looks sharp in this uniform yes, but she is NOT starfleet material lmao. She’s probably broken several Federation laws by now…

[hedgehog-hell]

Knuckles isn't stupid, he's just extremely socially awkward.

He's actually pretty bright for being able to figure out so much as fast as he did, he's been alone on a flying island for quite a long time.

In addition to this, he also has social anxiety (Being alone on a flying island does that to you) and needs to properly develop "Land legs" of a sort (needs to get used to walking on solid ground that isn't flying through the air)

YESSSSS I absolutely despise it when media depicts him as just dumb!!! Obviously he's not gonna be the best at social interaction because. Duh. But he's pretty damn book smart and relatively adaptable, even if he doesn't always seem like it.

And I love the land legs idea??? So much??? Like I never really thought about it but it makes a lotta sense!

[thenightisland]

at @tragediegh's request: some of the messages sent to a friend of mine while i recently watched avatar for the first time knowing virtually nothing about it ft. my breakdown about people being mean to appa

[onlyoneofsideblogtrashheep]

Kpop asks: 3, 9, 24?

3) Who is your bias in your favorite group(s) and why?

My OnlyOneOf bias has switched around a bit because I love them all too much but my bias is Mill (sometimes KB but mostly Mill). There's no discernible reason for it, I just like his vibes. He's fun and dorky and talented and sometimes he makes scandalized faces and I am drawn to him. He is captivating to me in the way summer nights never loose their magic.

9) An idol you don't think you'd get along with?

Honestly? I don't think I'd get along with a lot of idols. I am not really a people person and think a lot of them would be both too high energy and too emotional for me and leave me stressed, annoyed, and snappish. Hmm like Jungwoo from nct127 or Wooyoung from Ateez or even Nine from ooo like please no.

24) Your favorite debuts?

Hmm... I don't really follow debuts or remember release orders that clearly. I really like Savanna by OnlyOneOf which I think was their debut mv. It's a fun song sort of teen rebellion and wistfulness and the video has neat editing that contrasts the actual music and performance. The only other debut I remember clearly as a debut was my friend showing me Stray kids Hellevator which I think was their first single. I don't remember much about it musically but I did enjoy it.

Kpop asks

[theflyindutchwoman]

Hi. I saw your previous reply about Rosalind's episode (5x04) and you said you "felt let down" by it. Do you mind talking about it more? I was so disappointed by Rosalind's return, I don't know what I expected but that wasn't that. I'm curious to read your take on it.

Oh I don't mind at all! Just remember though : this is merely my opinion. So for anyone who liked that episode : by all means, keep enjoying it. Now, in the interest of fairness, I may have hyped that episode in my head before it aired… It looked like it was going to give off so many Day of Death vibes… And boy, did it fall short in that regard! So I guess I set myself up with that one. But generally speaking, I simply felt let down by the lack of closure and all the missed opportunities.

That's not to say that it's all bad. I'm actually going to start with the things I liked. This might be an unpopular opinion but I for one didn't necessarily mind that there was no final showdown between Lucy and Rosalind (and by that, I mean a deadly one). The way I see it, Rosalind was introduced as an antagonist for Nolan. She was primarily focused on punishing Armstrong before her transference to Nolan. But Lucy… As far as Rosalind was concerned, she was always a pawn to toy with. She was the victim of opportunity when Nora was saved. Don't get me wrong, Rosalind enjoyed torturing her. Obviously. But in her twisted mind, she was never the endgame. Her fixation was John. Which is why I rather like Lucy's arc in this episode, that she was the one who got to rescue Bailey the same way she was saved. I thought that it was a very poetic way to close this chapter for her. That instead of having to kill someone, and add another traumatic experience, she actually managed to get save a life. Lucy had basically made the decision during the trial prep that she didn't want to play Rosalind's games so at least, she got to have that.

Another point I liked were those little glances between Tim and Lucy - The ones I mentioned in my other reply. Especially when he was being lowered down to the basement! THAT LOOK! That moment was exquisite. Or when Lucy didn't know how to answer Bailey's question regarding Nolan's whereabouts and turned to Tim for reassurance and help. Those were little crumbs really, but they became so important since we barely got anything on the Chenford front. Which leads me to the parts I was disappointed with.

Starting with that last scene between Tim and Lucy. It felt so cold, so dismissive, so devoid of real compassion… And that felt so out of character. I get that things were awkward and all between them… But come on, that didn't stop Tim from panicking when Lucy was radio silent for two hours and going after her in the previous episode… So I have a hard time believing that he couldn't even simply ask her a little 'You okay?'. Rosalind played such a big part in Tim and Lucy's storyline… This is a history that they share. Something that was explicitly acknowledged in 3.01. And indirectly again in 5.01… That storyline deserved a better ending, a better conversation… It needed some closure and there wasn't one. For Lucy or for Chenford. And the sad part is that this is not the worst part of the episode…

For instance, I still can't quite figure out what Rosalind's reasoning was. Besides torturing Nolan. Apparently I was supposed to believe that the woman who managed to organise her own escape, who was three steps ahead from the Feds, was suddenly tired of being on the run and wanted to die instead? Puh-lease! That's another part of the episode that needed more development. I understand that some things were out of the writers' control and that they needed to hurry to end this arc. But there were better ways. As it is, it didn't make much sense. Especially since the dilemma that Nolan was supposed to face didn't have any lasting consequences.

And that brings me to my biggest problem : where was the character development here? Show me the guilt. The anger. The doubts. Did Nolan even feel guilty for not choosing Bailey? Did he feel responsible for her being targeted? Compare this to Tim's arc after Day of Death and how he was feeling for what happened to Lucy. Compare this to Lucy and how she felt responsible for what happened to Chris. And how did Bailey feel about any of this? I thought that the proposal would lead to this conversation, but nope. In the end, what we got was Nolan crying for two seconds… And Bailey's death treated as a joke. Literally. They seriously made her death as part of the running joke of Bailey being superwoman. She already 'died' once or twice, so what's one more… Again, compare this to Lucy's arc about recovery and the level of care and respect that went in it. I'm not even a Bailey fan and I felt offended for her. Like I said, this episode missed so many opportunities… And don't get me started on the fact that if we wanted to know who killed Rosalind, we had to watch Rookie Feds…