#I just think!! it’s a waste!! of potential!!!!

[zhelin-thames]

The Joker was ranting again, his shrill laughter echoing off the walls of the Justice League’s holding cells. Danny Fenton—or as they knew him, the Ghost King—leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a scowl etched on his face. The tension in the room was palpable, the League standing by in case the infamous clown decided to get creative. But Danny wasn’t worried. He’d dealt with worse.

“You think you’re so scary, huh?” Danny muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. The Joker’s grin faltered for a split second before he burst into laughter again, clearly unfazed—or pretending to be. Danny rolled his eyes. “Pathetic. You’re just loud and messy. Real fear doesn’t need a laugh track.”

The room went silent. Superman shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Danny and the Joker. Batman’s eyes narrowed, taking in the Ghost King’s uncharacteristic venom.

It wasn’t that Danny was usually chatty during these encounters, but his utter disdain for the Joker—his unwillingness to engage in anything more than curt dismissal—was becoming a pattern. Everyone noticed it, and no one dared ask. The Joker, for his part, didn’t push further. Something in Danny’s glowing green eyes made even him hesitate.

But when Jonathan Crane—the Scarecrow—was brought in a few weeks later, the mood shifted entirely.

Crane was quiet as he was escorted into a separate cell, his lanky frame hunched but his eyes sharp, calculating. The League had just wrapped up an exhausting mission to stop one of his fear toxin rampages, and they were still on edge. Crane didn’t bother with his usual monologues, which was unusual enough to make everyone uneasy.

Except Danny.

As soon as Danny saw Crane, he snorted. Loudly. The kind of derisive snort that made Wonder Woman glance his way in confusion. “This guy?” Danny said, pointing at Crane with his thumb. “Seriously?”

Crane’s head tilted ever so slightly, his curiosity piqued. “The Ghost King,” he said, his voice low and rasping. “A being of great power and…fear. How delightful.”

“Don’t,” Danny interrupted, holding up a hand. “Just don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, I’ve heard it before. And honestly? You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Crane blinked, caught off guard. “Embarrassing myself?”

Danny sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, I get it. You’re all about fear. Big bad Scarecrow, master of terror, blah blah blah. But do you even know what fear is? Real fear? Because from where I’m standing, you’re just a guy with some glorified bug spray.”

The room went dead silent. Flash stifled a laugh. Batman’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering between Danny and Crane. The Scarecrow, however, didn’t seem angry. If anything, he looked…intrigued.

“And what,” Crane asked slowly, “would you consider real fear, Your Highness?”

Danny’s eyes glowed brighter, his voice dropping an octave. “Real fear is the kind that makes your soul ache. It’s the kind of fear that lingers in the dark corners of your mind, whispering that you’re not enough, that you’ll never be enough. It’s watching everything you love slip away and knowing you can’t stop it. It’s the void staring back at you and realizing it doesn’t care.”

He leaned forward, his face inches from the glass separating them. “Your little toxins? They’re cheap tricks. Flashy illusions. A waste of potential. You could actually do something with all your knowledge, but instead, you play Halloween in Gotham like some knockoff horror movie villain.”

Crane didn’t reply immediately. For once, he seemed at a loss for words. The others stared at Danny, half-impressed, half-confused. Even Batman’s ever-stoic expression had a flicker of something resembling surprise.

Finally, Crane chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. “Perhaps you’re right,” he admitted. “But fear, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Perhaps one day, you’ll see the artistry in my work.”

Danny scoffed again, turning to leave. “Don’t hold your breath, Doc. You’d pass out before you made anything actually scary.”

As Danny walked away, Superman stepped up beside him, lowering his voice. “You’ve faced worse, haven’t you?”

Danny shrugged. “I’ve been worse. That guy? He’s just a waste of scary.”

Superman frowned. “What does that even mean?”

Danny smirked, his eyes gleaming. “Stick around, Big Blue. Maybe one day I’ll show you.”

[witherby]

Absolutely loving the littlest wayne au 😍😍😍😍. Your most recent post made me think. Damien is relieved that mouse doesn't decided to join the bats, but I'd love to know how the other react when mouse reject the robin title.

Keep up the great work seriously you're super talented✨️.

Thank you so much for saying that! I appreciate it!

Bruce and Damian are relieved. He's getting older, and Gotham still needs protectors right now, but the city is getting better. Slowly and steadily, he hasn't needed to patrol every single night anymore. Gothamites are learning to defend themselves. Rogues are dwindling. Not only are you not particularly needed to defend the city, Bruce wants you to enjoy your life without the burden of that responsibility weighing down your shoulders. Maybe, one day, he'll be able to retire and do the same.

Bruce was going to stop recruiting Robins after Tim, truth be told, but Damian was raised with the League of Assassins and needed a more pacifistic outlet for all that rage that blossomed under Ra's Al Ghul, so he almost had no choice but to pass the mantle down again. Your disinterest doesn't offend him, it brings him peace.

Tim, briefly, considers it a waste of potential. You have the ability to control darkness and shadows. The bats operate exclusively in the night. Are you joking? Why wouldn't you want to protect the city with that? A couple weeks later, though, he comes around when he gets home from a days-long mission and wishes he had the time to just lie in bed and decompress for the foreseeable future. He thinks about his lack of free time, and about how he's always thinking about casework, and updating his suit, and picking up his next round of antibiotics because Damian's grandfather took his fucking spleen, and realizes he really doesn't want you doing all of that. It's bad enough you're keeping the secret of your family's double lives as they run around in spandex beating up criminals. You don't need to live a complicated double life of your own, and he doesn't want you to.

Dick is confused. He loves being Nightwing! He defends the citizens of Gotham and Blüdhaven when they can't defend themselves. Saving lives gives him a great sense of fulfillment. (It's the Parentification making him think he's only lovable if he's useful, actually, but 🤫) Dick will try to convince you to give the vigilantism a shot, just in a small supporting role for a bank heist or something, but if you put your foot down and insist you aren't interested in crime fighting, he kinda becomes a fish out of water. You don't want your big bro to be your superhero mentor? You're just his baby sibling and that's it? What are you guys supposed to find in common, now? How does he remain lovable to you if you aren't partners in the field?

He'll come around, but you gotta give him some time. Having a civilian sibling is going to do him a surprising amount of good.

Jason was rooting on you not becoming a Robin. He was prepared to do anything and everything to talk you out of it, including kidnapping you and taking you to his apartment in Crime Alley if need be so your other family members can't influence your decision. He doesn't want you to collect scars like trading cards. He doesn't want you learning how to apply a field tourniquet to avoid bleeding out from a gunshot wound. He doesn't want you getting a deeper glimpse of Gotham's rotted underbelly than you absolutely have to. He doesn't want you to die saving a city that takes and takes and takes and very rarely gives back. You are worth more than what you can do for others, and he was gearing up to talk that lesson into you until he was blue in the face.

So I'd like you to picture him just sagging in his seat, thanking a god he doesn't believe in that you're already unwilling to join their seemingly neverending crusade. Then he's gonna sit back up and ask if you wanna go play video games or something.

[wendichester]

༘˚⋆ 𖦹.✧˚ after school walks,

summary. dean walks you home every single day.

pairing. teenage!dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 536

notes. am i the only obsessed with teenage dean or...?

The afternoon sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalks. You’re clutching your backpack straps, your steps matching Dean Winchester’s as he walks beside you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his worn leather jacket.

It’s the same jacket he wears every day, the one that smells faintly of motor oil and cologne, though you’ve never mentioned it. You’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing how much you notice.

“Benson's a pain in the ass,” Dean mutters, kicking a pebble down the street.

“You’re just mad she caught you sleeping in class again,” you tease, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.

He smirks, his dimples flashing. “What can I say? She has a gift. Boring me to sleep one history class at a time,”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrays you. It’s not fair how effortlessly charming Dean can be. You tell yourself you’re just friends, that you don’t notice the way his smile makes your knees feel a little weak.

“So, what’d she lecture you about this time?” you ask, mostly to fill the silence.

He shrugs. “Something about ‘wasting potential.’”

“You? Wasting potential?” you tease, feigning shock. “I can’t imagine why she’d think that.”

Dean chuckles, a low sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Funny.”

The two of you turn down your street, the quiet neighborhood settling into its evening routine. Porch lights flicker on, and the smell of dinner drifts through open windows. Dean walks a little closer, his shoulder brushing yours.

“You know,” he says after a moment, his tone slightly teasing, “It's really tiring having to walk you home everyday.”

You glance at him, immediately noticing his cheeky grin. “You don’t have to, but you do it anyway.”

Dean’s eyes flick to yours, a glimmer of something unreadable in his gaze. “Yeah, well... it’s not like I trust anyone else to make sure you get home safe.”

You swallow hard, your heart beating a little faster. “I can take care of myself, you know.”

“Never said you couldn’t,” he replies, his smirk returning. “But it doesn’t hurt to have backup.”

You reach your house all too soon, the familiar sight of the chipped paint and sagging porch steps pulling you back to reality.

“This is me,” you say, gesturing to the front door.

Dean stops at the bottom of the steps, his hands still buried in his pockets. He glances up at the house, then back at you, as if debating something.

“Well,” he says after a pause, “guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hesitate, gripping the straps of your backpack a little tighter. “Dean?”

“Yeah?”

You shift on your feet, suddenly nervous. “Thanks. For walking me home.”

His smirk softens into a genuine smile, one that makes your chest ache in the best way. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

With that, he turns and starts back down the sidewalk, his strides confident and unhurried. You watch him go, your cheeks warm and your heart fluttering in a way that’s becoming all too familiar.

And as you step inside, you can't wait for tomorrow morning, where Dean will be waiting so you can walk to school together.

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[gemgdynamight0]

Just remembered there was this era we didn't even know kudo's name and we called the ship "ichinii"😭 And also, before they animated him, we didn't know his colors. there were TONS of theories about it and some ppl would hc him with blonde hair and red eyes because lots of ppl believed he's Katsuki's ancestor.

There were tons of crazy theories after light fade to rain because of all kudo flash backs before Katsuki's death. I remember I read this one theory that he's Katsuki himself. we still didn't know what kudo's quirk was, and someone said what if it's time travel? The theory said Deku would come back and panic when he sees Katsuki so he'd use the time travel quirk on Katsuki but send him to AFO era and Katsuki would live his life and die in the past😭 and they said he somehow gained the time travel quirk back then and deku would finally manifest the explosion quirk. It didn't make sense and kinda contradicted itself but it was a good idea for a fic and really interesting that's why I still remember it😭 I hated that theory so much though because I'm a Katsuki stan and that would be really tragic and unfair to him.

But this type of theories were considered back then because of kudo flashbacks, all might vestige meeting Katsuki, not so many information on kudo, and the similarities between kudo and Katsuki.

[snuwolf]

there's this concept i've discussed with other artist friends of mine, the art cycle.

(unfortunately i do not remember who made this graphic originally)

if you notice, both the skills of making and evaluating art are ever-improving.

i don't think you're getting "worse" at all, we can only ever improve unless we stop doing a skill for a prolonged amount of time (as in like. months or years of not doing anything related to said skill, which would include observing other people's art too).

not to come off as weird for giving my observation on who you are as a person, because we are strangers on the internet, but I feel your current fears of being perceived as "regressing" or "wasting potential" may come from that traumatizing time in your life that you had the entirety of twitter on your ass for just. making art the way you wanted to.

(your potential is something you cannot find the limit of anyway)

you've also mentioned you started experiencing wrist pain, and for your own sake so you can keep making art longer as it's clearly something you love to do, i advise trying to get into regular wrist stretches during drawing time. (i myself forget often, but i tend to try to do them when i remember. it makes a difference)

sorry if my art isn't what you like btw, I'm not changing my themes, but I am sorry if it seems like I'm wasting my potential on stuff. I want to become really good and go above so I'm trying my best. I'm sorry I suck rn. I can be better. forgive me.

[fantastic-nonsense]

As a Wonder Woman fan, what's your exact opinion of Yara Flor? I see she's been received quite negatively in some parts of the internet (namely South American portions).

This ask is making me once again think about how every single piece of Yara Flor concept art is god-tier and the concept of introducing "an Amazon from the Amazon" was absolutely galaxy-brained and then DC just RUINED it by making her an adult from Idaho and doing absolutely nothing with her supposedly indigenous Brazilian mythological roots.

I'm actually super angry about how Yara was handled. Yara was the first new major Wonderfam character in 20+ years, had a ton of hype and reader buy-in, and had a fantastic initial concept; she was a desperately needed new legacy character and DC just fumbled it in every way possible. Yara could have been a vital addition to the lore, especially since the core Wonderfam is so heavily white and we've needed a new Wonder Girl for ages. But instead of creating that added dimension, we got......that.

I just...there was SO MUCH MOMENTUM AND EXCITEMENT for her, and then she absolutely bombed because no one at DC sat down and planned out who she was or what her story was going to be, then gave her introduction solo to a woman whose lack of research and care is offensively tacky at best and outright racist at worst. Joelle Jones' awful writing for Yara's initial solo combined with the bait-and-switch of introducing her not as an indigenous teenage girl from Brazil (as advertised) but as an adult woman from Idaho completely torpedoed Yara's hype and sustainability as a character.

Jones failed to define who Yara is, what she cares about, and why she matters to the rest of the Wonderfam despite having 12 issues and an event comic to do so. She also didn't do the research and DC refused to put someone on the book who would or had lived experience, and it shows. Yara's backstory was bungled horrendously, her lore is offensive, convoluted, and contradictory to the already established Amazonian lore, and she has no real, lasting connection to either the Themyscirans or the tribe she supposedly hails from. All of which were huge mistakes.

The Esquecidas (the Amazonian splinter tribe Yara is theoretically from) have successfully been integrated into the larger Amazonian mythos (thankfully), but Yara herself is just kinda there because she's effectively a dead character. There's nowhere for her to go since her introduction was fumbled so badly. I'm sure there's a lot of scrapped plans sitting around at DC while someone tries to figure out how to make her into a workable character, but at the moment she's basically unsalvagable as-is and needs a bottom-up revamp.

tl;dr most people, including me, like the concept of Yara. We like the execution a lot less, for a variety of reasons (mostly racism and cultural ignorance issues, but also narrative incoherence and a lot of missed opportunities). She's technically fixable, but she's fundamentally not sustainable as she's been built thus far.

anyway, forever thinking about the sheer wasted potential of not introducing Mainverse!Yara as a young teenager so she could actually reasonably be titled "Wonder Girl," be in Jon and Damian's age group to give her a natural group of friends, and have a natural narrative path forward for her stories

[grimmcheems]

When the pale flower grows thorns🌸🥀🩸

A SasuHina AU where Hinata later on joins Orochimaru’s group. Everyone still treats Hinata as fragile and docile and her family mistreats her more the older she gets. Sasuke convinces Orochimaru of a vague plan to acquire another member that has rare abilities like him, never telling him it’s someone he personally knew or that she’s from one of the leaf village’s prominent families.

Rather than have her talents wasted and not allowed the proper time and space to grow, Sasuke secretly converses with Hinata while she’s out on a mission in an attempt to have her join him. (‼️⚠️Yapping below⚠️‼️)

She does end up taking his offer later on and leaves her family in disarray because she leaves Neji with family secrets about the family seal and leaves him to be the family heir.

I did have a bit sketched of Itachi making a joke about the two when they were kids and thus leading to them being engaged/betrothed by their mothers decisions but left it out because it was too much to fit in here. I also had a portion where Hinata painfully removes Neji’s curse mark and him fearing her for a moment and seeing her potential in that small moment before being left to pick up the pieces of their family.

They knew/met each other as children in this since they are both part of important clans in the village and their parents maintained connections with them. Hinata was usually too busy to be around/play with Sasuke and Itachi since her father and family used most of their time to train her, resulting in Sasuke mainly watching her train and her even sparring with Itachi at times (and losing, much to her father’s dismay).

Their moms have them be verbally betrothed as a small joke amongst the older members in their families, but Hinata’s father was not happy with it (since he views her unworthy until she can start acting and moving like a proper ninja of the clan) but didn’t care for it and lets them pretend about it. Sasuke’s family just thinks it’s cute and pay it no mind but occasionally feel sorry for Hinata seeing how she’s worked to the bone to become the clan heir. They do have certain expectations for Sasuke as well but view the Hyuuga’s methods as overkill in some areas. Also Itachi is the eldest so Sasuke doesn’t rly understand what the clan heirs have to put up with most of the time as he’s given more freedoms.

ANYWAYSSS

Hinata basically has had enough of the mistreatment and being underestimated and never being taken seriously so she’d rather turn to them so that she doesn’t have anything holding her back from improving herself and no longer needing to seek constant approval from anybody. Yknow, something like, she never gets to do anything she wants and constantly feels suffocated from having no control over anything she can/can’t do. Her family is so controlling that even if she finds ways in which she can get better she can’t use them because the clan is stubborn in the ways they want her to portray herself and act as a ninja.

I did add goofy bits of Orochimaru commenting on their hair. He cuts Hinata’s to be layered to give her a more mature look, and he hates how Sasuke never changes his lmao.

I kinda feel like making a art of Itachi being so big brother coded towards these two that when he sees Sasuke he’s surprised (bc duh he’s with the bad guys now and he was such a kind hearted baby) but upon seeing Hinata he is proud to see her take something for herself and be able to pave her own way. Idk lmao. I had fun drawing this and like the way I used some of the brushes.

Btw I plan to not have these two interact with each other with romantic intentions in mind but have those feelings sort of progress naturally amongst each other. She also does still have her crush on Naruto in this but realizes it’s not rly gonna go anywhere so she decides it’s best to forget about him and move on, especially with the fact that her lifestyle will become different.

[doodler16]

Big rant because making a critical account for my yapping is a stressful path I won't take, very sorry. You are brave. Feel free to delete if this is all too much, I am Literally just the frustrated yapper

Helluva has been Super Disappointing for me and as a result I've been leaning more for the critical side. Issues I have feel addressed and pointed out Sometimes in this end of the field. But I do read fans with more "positive critique" to make sure I have a full plate of Helluva Analysis.

And it's very frustrating. Which is what helluva boss encompasses tbh, being frustrating. I'm aware I'm not going to agree with every person I see, obviously. But I just can't find a positive critique that I DO even slightly agree with, and it's frustrating! I love when people enjoy things that I don't, it fills me with this joy about the beauty of people and our differences. But I also like UNDERSTANDING! And I don't! They talk about things they say are "so obviously portrayed in the story" and I don't see it!

I mostly look up Stella opinions so this is where my experience with this comes from. Opinions on her from the positive people are so inconsistent it adds to my confusion. "She has character! You need to see Stella as more than just a idiotic bitchy ex wife! She's been manipulating Octavia against Stolas! She's Mother Gothel! Her abusive character is actually well done and researched." Where are you getting that from, when has Stella ever done that, what are you talking about, It would be NICE if she was but that isn't there it's literally not there, she's mean and wants Stolas to die but then Andrealphus appears and takes care of the rest of it. Then on the opposite side of the same positive analysis:

"It's fine that Stella is a flat character! Hellooooo, Disney villains? She doesn't need to be built, it would bloat the show." It would bloat the show??? It's fine to have a FLAT supposedly Main Villain in our RICH CHARACTER DRIVEN show????? And so she IS flat, you agree she's flat??? Then it shouldn't be a problem if someone wished she was a fuller character, feels like she isn't a threat to anybody for her flatness, and that the role that should've been hers was handed off to a suddenly appearing Male Character? Who was given more personality and motive than her mind you!

"It's commentary on the society. The male character overtakes hers because she's a pawn for high society, the one that hurt her and Stolas" how did we get here, I'm positive that isn't the writer's intent what-

"Stella isn't a character she's symbolism for the cruelty of the society that forced this marriage, do you lack media literacy? This is obvious." What are ANY of you people talking about!!!!!!!

"the show isn't even over. They could build Stella next season and you're having an issue with arcs that aren't finished yet." [Blows this one up with my mind before this gets Any Longer]

What am I missing that's so obvious that everyone else is seeing?? I see wasted potential and they're telling me it's not and then explain the a made up playground game. Then when I don't get what they just drew in the sand I'M the idiot with no media literacy?? It's not even that I'm upset that "helluva boss didn't do what I personally wanted so I think it's bad.", I don't know what it IS doing to make people see it as GOOD!!!? Pulling my hair,,, frustrating. Helluva Boss and it's positive analysis or "critical crushers" is frustrating I want to understand but I don't,,aghhhh

💀 Reading this made me realize, I barely talk about Stella. Yeah Anon, Helluva Boss can be frustrating at times especially with the plot holes. I think the main problem with Stella is the lack of attention she gets in the show and we the audience don’t know much about her besides Stella throwing tea parties and being a Stolas hater. So people create head canons about her to fill in the gap.

The worst part is that the things you listed above can make Stella so much more interesting. Hopefully, Stella does something worthwhile or actually takes the lead in season 3. Because for most of Season 2, Andreaplus was doing the planning, fighting, and scheming instead of Stella, the one is affected most by Stolas.

[livmightlive]

Dawn Headcanon

Probably my biggest headcanon for LU, and honestly the Zelda games in general, is that Dawn was quite a bit older than Hyrule when he rescued her in Zelda 1.

I think while he was, I’m pretty sure canonically(?), around 10 or 11 she was more so like 17 or 18. I have no canon backing for this or any context at all besides that fact I like it for the following:

It’s no secret that fans of Hyrule and the first two Zelda games in the series have to do a lot of their own world building based off the lack of actual details the games give us. This paints a very lonely picture of Hyrule (in my modest opinion). He has no family members and not really any established friends in the series. Of course it’s implied that the Zelda’s probably think highly of him and he does have a few character interactions but the rest is purely left the speculation.

I like the idea of Dawn being quite a bit older than Hyrule because I like thinking that she brought him up as an elder sister to him, leaving him with a family member to return to. I also like the drama that would occur from her being older.

imagine: You are 18 and have been kidnapped by an ancient evil that not even you, the princess bestowed with power from the goddess herself can defeat. (I like to think that Dawn is brawny and tough. She is a princess yes, but she is the princess of a wasteland. She is a survivor with the rest of them.) You’re furious that this creature is razing your land to even more pieces and you are also disappointed in yourself. You have high expectations for yourself being one of the only figures of authority left in this place. You don’t expect to be rescued, it’s a dog eat dog world out here, but you are. And your brave rescuer is 10 years old 😭

I like to think that she’d be horrified that the only person in this world to try and save their princess is a literal child. So she takes him under her wing and finds that he is quite literally half feral. Like he growls at strangers and doesn’t know basic hygiene. So she takes it upon herself to teach this kid how to live as a proper person 😭

she feels kind of awful, like she’s stripping away his core as she civilizes this child, but she firmly believes it’s for his own good. If he doesn’t know how to clean himself he will fall to infection, even as he bites and screeches as Dawn painstakingly brushes and cuts the mats out of his hair. He hates learning math and reading, it caused him a frustration that not even fighting darknuts had caused him, but without it he can’t read road signs or spell books. Through blood, sweat, and tears Dawn manages to mold Hyrule into a person.

it’s not all bad though, she teaches him to forage for medicinal herbs and he takes to it like breathing. He starts smiling at her and rarely, in a hushed croaky voice, he shares conversations with her.

Dawn is the first to fight her own council when they want to cast out her little hero as his blood begins to drawn in beasts. She’s the first to cry when they don’t give her a choice and her little brother is cast from underneath her arms back into the wastes. he visits occasionally and sometimes she receives a letter, but there isn’t a day that passes that Dawn doesn’t miss those days he spent under her care.

I just really see Hyrule as the type of boy to have a big sister. She forcefully loved him and he learned to be loved.

(I think later on Aurora would be like a little sister to Hyrule giving him a little taste of what Dawn had to put up with him but that’s a different conversation)

I find Dawn really interesting and I feel like I don’t see much of her at all in the fandom. I think there’s a lot of potential in the princess of a wasteland kingdom (as so many people chose to see Rulie’s era). In general, I wish I could see more of the Zeldas.

if you have thoughts on any of the Zeldas pls lmk!! I love nothing more than hashing out different thoughts and headcanons

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #30

This week's chapter is PKNA #25: Crossfire and lemme tell you, if you loved the big fucking fuck you robot alien fights in Trauma, you're gonna LOVE this chapter.

Btw idk what any of this "PKNA" bullshit is, I only fuck with Stål-Kalle Nya Äventyr 🔥🔥🔥

Literally 4 pages in and this page spread already goes fuckin crazy man. I love art.

he's so fuckin tiny

Ok so every time I see this guy I can't stop thinking about how much he looks like he would fit perfectly into the Ratchet and Clank universe and it's really distracting, I don't even know his name. Not that it really matters anyways.

"yeah so has anyone tried asking them what they're doing here"

"oh my god we hadn't thought of that" ARE THEY STUPID

wait are they gonna kiss ewwww

SORRY I can't stop saying that it's like a compulsion at this point. curse you louie duck

I like this little creature that the Evronian guy has as like his evil little pet

AMONG US

These might honestly be two of my favorite panels in the whole series, something about them just hits really hard. Masterful storytelling right there man.

I love you Uno.... the silly

I find it really amusing that the Ax has their logo on this random lamp. Like it's just such a funny detail to me because it implies that this organization went through the effort of commissioning their own special lampshade with a big axe shape on it for the purposes of keeping their brand consistent inside their medical room. I'm definitely overthinking this but in my defense I love themed environments.

Everybody is chilling and dancing and having a good time while PK is menacingly scowling over the horizon (as he should be)

his face is killing me

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG I was rooting for them :(

Wait nevermind the big guy was just hypnotized by Evron but we fixed him with the power of ~friendship~

the babygirl panel to end all babygirl panels

SO. I have some incredibly mixed feelings on this chapter. Overall I think it's a really solid chapter, the art is fantastic and it's chock full of beautifully rendered action scenes (if that's your thing then you would LOVE this chapter). My only complaint about the chapter itself is that I think the ending feels rather rushed, the conclusion to the traitor thing feels really abrupt and it loses some of the emotional impact I think they were going for.

To people who haven't read all of PKNA before, you're going to have to bear with me here, as my complaints about this chapter don't come from the individual chapter itself but moreso the wasted potential this storyline represents to me in the grand scheme of the rest of the series. Without giving out major spoilers for the rest of PKNA: we never see the rebel aliens from this comic ever again. And it really bothers me.

It's not that I particularly care for the 4 Evronian prisoners as individuals, I don't even know their names, but it's the fact that the concept of a group of rebellious aliens that have been victimized by the Evronians and want to help PK fight against them is like, the PERFECT thing to add to the story. Like come on!!! I KNOW Xadhoom isn't the only one fighting back, and this story proves that she's not! We even get this line right at the end:

There ARE other rebel groups and there ARE people fighting back, but we see almost nothing from any of them! We're constantly told narratively that the Evronians have conquered and destroyed potentially hundreds of civilizations, but this is the first time (outside of Xadhoom) that we really get a feel for the impact they've had on the rest of the universe. This shit is serious!

I think if the story had just ignored the idea of other alien rebels altogether that it wouldn't have bothered me as much, but the fact that they took the time to outline this chapter with implications that we would be seeing rebel aliens in the future, only to essentially completely discard the idea afterwards... I dunno man it really just rubs salt in the wound 😭

PKNA has lots of (incredibly talented) artists and writers working on it, and it's obviously difficult to keep that many people on the same page all the time, so it's inevitable that different plotpoints will get dropped along the way (lowkey happens all the time) but this is the one that bothers me the most. It's just so much wasted potential!

No idea if anyone shares this sentiment or has even thought about this as hard as I have lol, but I wanted to get some of this off my chest. I love PKNA with my whole heart and soul, all my complaints come from that place of adoration. It also comes from a place of wanting to see more cool fuckin aliens cause like, look at Xadhoom, look how fucking awesome she is. MORE OF THAT PLEASE!!!

[asthedeathoflight]

A Gentle Sound (the Rolling in the Graves) pt 4

Pt 1 Pt 3

Surprise! I've actually had this chapter written for like more than a month because I got excited and started writing Rembrandt pov when I wasn't done with Cowgirl's yet. Let's talk worldbuilding! There's no actual advancement of the plot in this one lol it's just Rembrandt backstory.

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Humans have many theories on the ecology of sirens. Rembrandt, in her limited and singular experience, cannot consider herself a truly objective source on sirendom. Nevertheless, she feels fairly comfortable in saying that most human theories about sirens are wrong. This is because, among the myriad of things humans are amusingly wrong about, they are most wrong about desire. 

What is desire, to a siren? Impossible question. Rembrandt can no more define desire than she can define sound. The real question, then, is what is desire to a human?

Humans are reaching, needy creatures. Always grasping for each other in their blindness, unable to comprehend the great cacophony of their being. Humans ascribe a malicious otherness to the magnetism they feel in siren song. A siren’s song, so the story goes, engenders desire in the human mind, irresistibly drawing them towards something they would never usually want. 

This is, in Rembrandt’s opinion, a cute way to think about it. 

Here is what Rembrandt knows about singing: it’s actually more like echolocation. Rembrandt can feel desire thrumming beneath the skin of every living thing - hunger, fear, lust. Everything which is alive wants something. Human beings, especially. They want so elaborately, so desperately, like they would die to go without. And when humans hear her wanting - her longing, her curiosity - they, as social creatures, instinctively reach out for it. 

This is what Rembrandt has learned in her time bewitching humans: you have to climb the side of the boat before you open your mouth. 

Either that, or you have to not want the humans to be closer to you, and sirens are legendarily unequipped for not wanting. 

Rembrandt has attempted to broach the subject of echolocation with other sirens, when they cross paths. They are mostly uninterested. Human language is a tool. Who cares what terms they have come up with to classify an underwater world they will never truly understand? Who has ever wanted something like echolocation?

These are the words they know, in every language spoken by any human who lives by the water: turn back, look away, forget. In the shadows of fishing nets, in the long memories of sirens who remember what the sea used to be: come closer, jump, breathe in. 

It’s an art, or a sport, to look long and deep enough at a human mind to draw out the basal want which undergirds every other aspect of them. There are, after all, a potentially infinite supply of humans on potentially infinite beaches, with infinite desire pumping away in their chests. They want to be remembered, to be loved, to be looked at and admired and coveted. Rembrandt isn’t sure what the goal of this game is. She doesn’t like the words associated with it. I love you. I have the answer. You’ll never be scared again. This one especially, a phrase of English that she finds so morbid as to ruin her appetite for a week: You’ll never want for anything ever again. 

So Rembrandt is strange and off-putting twice over, never quite satisfied with the idle amusements of her kinfolk. But Rembrandt has her own games, and has learned to be quite good at them.

Here is what Rembrandt knows: there is a type of boat which can be found in virtually any ocean which contains a type of human who all have the same bright hummingbird flutter of excitement in them, and the only words they want to hear from Rembrandt are, Tell me everything you know.

So Rembrandt knows about echolocation. And radar. And fluid dynamics. She knows about benthic worms and seastar wasting disease and dolphins - she knows more than humans do about dolphins, but that seems rude to point out. And knowing all these things is good because it means she can ask the next human more specific questions, even if she’s starting to encounter more and more skepticism that, yes, she does understand the evolutionary relationship between osteichthyes and sarcopterygii, and no, they don’t need to explain that to her. 

The humans sob into her arms sometimes, like she could hold their apologies. Rembrandt wants to say she's not an angel, she doesn't speak for the waves, but some of them have been out on the water for a long time trying to help, and the sea has never spoken back before. So she holds them, and she brings them gifts of cracked purple sea urchin because a fisherman in the South Pacific taught her that they’re bad for kelp forests but you can eat the soft yellow insides, and she extends her memory of the sweet white flesh of the lionfish she was offered by a diver in the Bahamas into the minds of sharks. 

And this is how she lives. Most of the time. 

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Ajax doesn’t remember how they met. This was unintentional on Rembrandt’s part. Humans who have never encountered a siren before tend to have difficulty reconciling the memory with the rest of their life. The few humans she’s run into more than once usually believe that she was a particularly detailed dream they once had. The amnesia varies in intensity based on how strongly the humans are affected by her presence. And Ajax, well. Ajax had taken it pretty hard. 

Rembrandt had just been bored that day, because it was winter and there was a storm off past the coast and there weren’t any boats out and the docks were empty. Or, well, she’d thought they were empty. She had been singing, yes, that’s her bad, but she was just trying to echolocate whether there were any humans slightly further inland that she could convince to come talk to her for a little while. She doesn’t know why Ajax was fucking about on the pier. Ajax doesn’t remember. 

Unless the siren is intentionally trying to communicate a specific desire to a human, humans only hear in siren song what they bring to it. They reflect back onto it with their own wanting. And god, Ajax wanted. There was an empty, ravenous ache in Ajax that Rembrandt’s song echoed in, and Rembrandt had felt how unprepared Ajax was to feel it. How apart from it she had tried to keep herself. How thoroughly Rembrandt had cracked through where she’d iced over that pain years ago. 

And Rembrandt will take a lot of accusations from humans but she objects to uncompassionate because she had pulled herself out of the water and come up onto the pier to make sure whoever she’d heard was okay. 

Ajax had a headache, and she was disoriented. Rembrandt sat with her on the ground until she’d gotten her wits about herself enough to decide she probably hadn’t drank enough water that day and kind of embarrassedly snap at Rembrandt to quit fuckin’ hoverin’ because she was fine and stomp off. And Rembrandt thought that was probably just a lesson in being more careful around humans because they had such delicate minds, yes, capable of incredible things but so easily bruised. 

Except that Ajax came back. She didn’t know why, but a few days later she sat down on an empty dock and stared out into the water, frowning. She hadn’t quite managed to put a lid on the depth of her wanting, and she couldn’t remember anything about what she wanted other than it was down by the docks. 

Humans think sirens have the monopoly on compulsion. They’re too self-centered to imagine the sword could cut both ways. Once Rembrandt had heard Ajax, she couldn't unhear her. And when Ajax wanted her, Rembrandt couldn't stay away. 

And Ajax really did want her, was the thing. Ajax liked hearing her talk. Ajax liked that she got overexcited talking about coral and she even sometimes agreed to eat small pieces of the fish Rembrandt was eating, even if she mostly didn't like them. Ajax had that hummingbird curiosity in her too, even if she didn't know it. Rembrandt could feel her fear and her uncertainty, her sense that she was unremarkable and Rembrandt was extraordinary, and eventually Rembrandt would realize that and leave her. Ajax didn't understand, couldn't understand, how completely she had Rembrandt at her beck and call. What did humans say? Hook, line, and sinker. 

Rembrandt thinks if humans knew how vulnerable sirens were to the simple joy of being wanted, they'd never be afraid of them again.

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Thank you for coming to my fish autism ted talk. I'll see you in a week for Rembrandt's continuing adventures in trying to socialize with humans.

[persona-brainrot-real]

It is once again “why didn’t they let ryuji have any empathy for yusuke” era. Nothing like a game establishing that both of them have abusive/neglectful/awful dads and then instead of ryuji trying to connect with yusuke and show him that madarame is abusing him, he just gets angry at him?? For what????? Why???? There was so much potential

[nnobodoodles]

Huh.

So I randomly remembered Croc is pretty much Italian.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using

[blueskittlesart]

in the nicest and most non-confrontational way possible. i feel like some of you think that anything that isn't directly openly spelled out for you within a story is "missed potential" or "unexplored." like. sometimes there are implied narratives. sometimes the point is that you as the reader are supposed to think and draw your own conclusions and participate in the story. the writers not directly spelling every little detail out for you doesn't mean that the story is poorly written or missed its own plot details somehow. PLEASE.

[sludgekludge]

you ever think about how crimson physically abused and literally murdered his wife, then abused his only son, and yet he's more generally well-liked by both the show and the fandom than stella. you ever think about how valentino. and he's way, way more beloved than stella. i wonder why that is. anyway