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GREAT POST OP
Wk Doodle dump
here are some of the doodles from the lovely requests you guys sent, thank you so much <333 I don't actually know that much about pokemon but my fav gen is black and white so I just drew them with the starters bc i love snivy and oshowatt idk Also more sick Chris doodles because im currently sick (yes again) for the umpteenth time and im going to make him suffer with me...
#OP.#OP YOURE KILLING ME.#OHHH UIHMYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD#THIS IS SICK AND TWISTED OH MY GOD /POS /POS /POS /POS /POS /POS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH#on call rn me and bro are tweaking over ur art#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH#i love. i love the. the brother bond u draw them it's so good i lvoe it it's so perfect it makes me sob and miserable and twibble and GODDD#youre amazing op.#this is great#MARTIN KRATT "I LOVE OTTERS!!!!'#THIS IS SO FUCKED#I LOVE THIS SO MUCH#sorry im going insane this is just amazing thank you for being sucha talented and cool and awesome artist im so happy that this post exists#ran out of space in the tag before#thank you littlecrittereli *we all stand and applaud*#wild kratts#martin kratt#chris kratt#wild kratts fanart#kratt brothers#wild kratts aviva#aviva corcovado#wild kratts koki#wild kratts jimmy#jimmy z#op this is great#CHRIST this is so good
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#stardew#stardew valley#stardew fanart#stardew sebastian#sdv sebastian#uhhh#and bird#comics#op is slowly playing through 1.6 and these two killed me#this bird is my new fave character#sometimes you stare at your funky smelling vase for a while and then draw whatever pops into your mind
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oh 12.65 litres of blood clinging to the outside of my body, we're really in it now
#what happens when OP cannot figure out the esen sun symbolism#fine ill do ouyang moon symbolism then!#artfromthefrogs#blood tw#general ouyang#he who drowned the world#hwdtw#she who became the sun#swbts#the radiant emperor#tre#ouyang#art#this was supposed to be like a tarot format but it looked shite so (as usual) i scrapped a ton of work to make it look good#when zhu is trying to become emperor but youre too busy having the most tragic yaoi in china and also you must kill the khan#me when it turns out that killing the object of my affection means that he is dead.#frog portfolio
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The Fae Thought He Had Her, but She's Had Lots of Practice
Actual Title: "On Foreign Soil."
The fae was having a grand old time with his latest toy. Mortals were easily befuddled with the magic of contract-and-courtesy. He'd taken pretty much all he could from the family: several names, the mother's attention, the son's concept of friendship... Even the life of the father.
He'd taken that one taking just the right moment of his time, the one where he moved just out of the oncoming car's path. That also took out the youngest daughter and making a new neverwas to lurk in the pockets of lost time around the home.
The tricks made him strong. The sense of betrayal and regret humans had when they realized how screwed they truly were was like honey: rich, sweet, and immune to spoilage. If anything, in the last sixty-some-odd years he'd been home the humans had gotten more petulant and even easier to trick.
It was a veritable buffet.
So when the eldest daughter returned home from college, he expected her to be easy pickings. The young were always foolish and prideful, and very often rude. They gave him so many opportunities.
So when she threw open the door, and stared at him with cold green eyes, he immediately laughed in delight. His face took on a distinctively 'David Bowiesq' aspect, a trick he found worked well the last time he'd been to the mortal lands.
"Oh, hello. May I have your name, lass?" He cooed in a cocky-yet-soothing voice.
"My name is Alex, and no." She said.
He raised a brow. She was canny, or at least half-canny. She knew enough to object to him taking it. Still, she had answered, and by the laws of the fae, the latter objection did not override the former offer.
So why wasn't he Alex now?
It was odd, but sometimes mortals were a little resistant to magic. He worried for a moment she was a skeptic, but she couldn't be. Her response meant she knew, or at least suspected, what he was. Moreover, he didn't feel the painful chill and sluggishness empiressence caused, nor the crushing weight of the explicable upon his bird-hollow bones.
No, she was just lucky, or was carrying an iron horseshoe, nothing he couldn't handle in his, or someone else's sleep.
"And what the fuck are you calling yourself, asshole?"
He blinked.
The impudence hit him like a slap. She'd just given him the opening to do anything he wanted, but the raw temerity of the insult, it's artless crudeness, it's utter lack of respect stunned him too much to enjoy it. His rage and petulance rushed into the hole left by his shock, and he sputtered.
"You rude little beast, you have no idea what you've brought upon yourself!"
He raised one pale hand, the flesh fading from it to leave nothing but blackened bone, and he pointed the index finger at her in a silent gesture. He let fly his curse. Not just any curse, but his, the one he had made for just such an occasion.
Alex stared at him. Arms crossed. Her hair was the color of the fae's own rage.
"What's the matter, cat got your brain?"
The fae's confidence wavered and the flesh returned to his hand.
"Where are the spiders?" He said. "There... there ought to be spiders! There should be spiders!"
She rolled her eyes.
"You broke the laws of courtesy and decorum! I can do as I please as a wronged noble! You should be spiders!"
"Whose laws?" It was Alex's turn to smile.
"Why, the only ones that matter, the laws of Faerie, as laid down by Oberon and Tita-"
"And Titsforbrains, yeah. I was five once and I can read. I know your dumb politics. Slight problem. Where are you now?"
"The mortal realm?"
"More specifically?"
"The Earth. The United States."
"Exactly." Alex smiled. "And while you might come the land of the platonic ideal of inbred nepobabies, in the United States of America, no law says I can't call a fuckface a fuckface. Fuckface."
The fae tried a different curse, yet Alex was not being twisted into any sort of goat, ironic or otherwise. "But, that doesn't matter! We're a higher form of being, our laws override yours."
"No they don't." Alex said with a confidence reserved for honey badgers and humans of age three. "Now undo all your bullshit and get out of my house."
"Nuh-uh!" The Fae's cocky smirk returned. With a flourish, he pulled out a deed. "It's my house, I got it off your mother, fair-and-square. She traded it for the heart your little brother so foolishly traded me. So you should get out of MY house."
"Contracts signed under duress are non-enforceable." She said in a bored, dismissive tone.
The Fae started to object, but the contract was already crumbling into dried daffodil petals in his hand. He tried to pretend this wasn't terrifying. Inexplicable happenings were supposed to be caused by him, not happen to him. "Are you a wizard?"
"Don't be stupid. I just know my rights." She said. "I'm betting you didn't disclose the full terms of the contracts either?"
The Fae shook his head, more from fear than as a response to the question. Of course he hadn't. If the mortals didn't do their due diligence and couldn't read Linear-B, that wasn't his fau-
The thirty years he stole from the youngest boy ripped themselves out of his body. A half dozen other deals began popping at the seams.
"How are you doing this?" He gasped.
"I'm not doing it. You are. You're idiot who runs on rules and laws who decided to come scam innocent people for your own profit and amusement."
"But it always worked before-" The Fae ran his mind through all his previous romps. Every single human had whined and begged about how unfair things were. Why was this one different?
He ran through those memories again. They were among his favorites so it was easy for him to see every detail. An old man trying to argue Fae law with him. A shepherd girl trying to use her own word games to trap him. A hippie saying almost the exact same words about non-enforceable contracts.
Almost.
He ran through the memories again and again. Always impressed or terrified or blinded by greed, the mortals always argued on his terms, always went back to his wording of the deal or contract, always appealed to the laws of his people and his own noble position.
None of them had ever argued jurisdiction. Once one of them had, it applied, not just now, not just to these toys, but retroactively, and, from how it felt, with interest.
"Oh." Was all the Fae could say.
"Yes. 'Oh.'" Alex smiled like the cat that ate the proverbial canary. "Children can't sign contracts, either, you know."
Everything the Fae had done to the boy snapped back at once. It felt like every seventh tendon in his body had been snipped simultaneously with tiny scissors.
"Nor can someone sign away the right to kill them to someone else, or sell themselves or others into slavery."
Alex's father reappeared in the living room, looking dazed. In his lap was Alex's youngest sister, now remembered by all present as a person that existed. The return of the father's moment was a minor loss, but there was one less neverwas in the Castle of Paradox, and the Baron would blame him for its unmaking.
"Also, names aren't transferable between people, nor are they the whole and sum of a person's identity in this country. The closest thing we have to that is a social security number. And if you steal one of those, well, identity theft is a crime here."
Mr. Baxter, Mrs. Baxter, Julie and Sam's lights all turned on at once, though they were still groggy and half-asleep and would be for hours to come.
A fortune in names, first, middle, last, with nicknames and pet-names and all between, all vanished from the Fae's purse. He could feel its lightness in his pocket.
The Fae turned on his heels. "I fear I must take my leave, so sorry for the inconvenience!"
He was halfway to the door. The impact on the back of his skull knocked him forward off his feet, sending him slamming into the polished wood floor. The projectile that laid him out bounced and landed by his head.
He'd been right about her having an iron horseshoe.
"You don't get to walk away." She said. He felt her steel-toed boot, soles made of entirely synthetic rubber and cleats of cold steel, press against the base of his spine. His hollow, bird-bone spine. "You don't get to fuck with people, say 'my bad' when you get caught, and run."
"Y-your law!" He gasped. He felt his bones cracking. He wanted to turn into something else but he couldn't focus. She was pressing down harder now, because she was half-kneeling. Her hand picked up the fallen horseshoe. "You have to let me go, or arrest me, turn me over to your police, right? You can't just murder me!"
"What are you?"
"I- I'm a Faerie of Arcadia, a sub-Prince of the House of-"
"So not a human. And not an animal." She kept him pinned.
"No!" He growled. Blood the color of an oil slick on the highway began to fill his mouth. The pain made him forget his fear for a moment, and he bared his true face, something between a bug, a wax store mannequin, and a pug-dog. "We-we're a higher form of life! Far beyond anything this miserable pile of dung you call a planet has to offer! You will pay for this impertinence the moment you break the law that holds me!"
"You're a lot of things. A bully, a pest, a liar. But you're not human. And you're not an animal. In fact, as far as the laws of this land are concerned, you aren't real."
Alex lifted her boot to kick him onto his back, then pinned him again.
"Th-then you can't kill me!" He laughs. "You can't kill something that's not real! You've trapped yourself! You'll have to let me go!"
"You haven't been to our 'pile of dung' in some time have you?" Alex asked. She nodded to a strange white book-shaped object that sat unopened, upright, next to the television, next to a pair of white and black crescent-moon shaped objects studded with small white and black buttons.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
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Six hours later, a notification popped up on Alex's dorm room computer.
#short story#short fiction#faerie folk#fae folk#contracts#fairy tale#fantasy fiction#writing by op#my writing#it's me boy I'm the ps5#establishing legal precedent#to smash in your brain#listen to me boyyyy#there's no law against killing fictions
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porcupine dilemma: no matter how strongly you desire intimacy, you will not put down your knife.
#crocodile has a possessiveness to him. mihawk is disgusted at it and at himself. for wanting to allow it.#the vibe was. crocodile grasping desperately as they get closer. as he realizes how deeply he actually trusts mihawk.#and mihawk is ashamed of his feelings. and much more used to loneliness than croc. but it becomes a struggle to keep his distance#and they cant ever really. stop being on guard. trusting someone not to hurt you isnt the same thing as letting your guard down.#there is a bit of a threat between them for a long time bc they know that they would kill each other if they had to.#you can come close to me but dont forget that i will tear your throat out.#ANYWAY. im obsessed.#one piece#sir crocodile#dracule mihawk#crochawk#wanitaka#op crocodile#op mihawk#hawkeyes mihawk#jart
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You know, I like you and I've followed you for ages but when I see you posting about how you want ethnic cleansing it kinda grosses me the fuck out
no, actually. i don't know. because i don't know you. you are a complete stranger to me. and i don't care how much you liked me or how disappointed you are. your disapproval means less than nothing to me. what gets your approval is horrific.
you already know that 'from the river to the sea' means 'palestine will be free' you know that it's a call to end the ethnic cleansing of palestinians. you are so drunk on internet juice and brainwashed by the disneyfication of colonialism you think that the ongoing annihilation of innocent people for nearly a century is somehow justifiable and that a slogan representing earnest hope of freedom is an attack on you. you think hoping for people's freedom and safety is threatening to you. you believe that hope is a threat.
you already know all of these things, and you are approaching in bad faith because it's all you know how to do. you want me to post frieren not arguing with a zionist kill yourself image because it will reinforce your victim complex. you want me, someone with absolutely no skin in the game so to speak, to overreact because it's painful subject matter and you'll be able to point to it and say whatever it is you feel like saying that will justify in your heart or to your friends that millions of people should be killed so that some other people can steal their homes, kill their children, desecrate their graves, and piss on their existences.
you want me to tell you to kill yourself so that you can feel better about supporting a genocide. you want me to be toothlessly mean to you online so that you feel better about supporting a genocide.
not that a strangers blog is some important place that you need to seek refuge in, but you will never be welcome here. i will not make you comfortable about your position and i will not allow you to feel peaceful here. you don't get to enter my house and put your feet on my couch and watch my children play and hear me laugh over meals with my loved ones as we share art and tell jokes and talk about our day.
you want me to tell you to kill yourself because you're miserable and cruel and you want to believe you are justified, but you aren't. you never will be. im not going to tell you to kill yourself. i'm telling you, despite your proclivity to the contrary, to get the hell out of my house.
Some Links for Palestine:
One Click to Help
Operation Olive Branch - Google Sheet
UNRWA
eSims for Gaza
#op#anon#to be completely fair#i have in fact posted frieren kill yourself image multiple times in response to these#but yeah its reactionary of me. of me especially. ive realized it's not my place.#anyway if you actually believed what you said you'd say it with your whole chest off anon#too bad about your hopeless cowardice#from the river to the sea#palestine will be free#and dont message me a third time.#get out of my house means get out of my fucking house.
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New movie inspired me to put my two cents in on this trope.
#transformers#maccadam#maccadams#optimus prime#megatron#call me crazy but if a 'friend' turned out to be a genocidal arsehole i wouldn't still hold out hope of a friendship with them#i'd be upset i was ever friends with such an asshole#but no this kinda 'story' always seems to end up with some “oooh the drama they miss each other” type junk#but honestly I think it'd be FAR funnier and better if only Megatron pined for Optimus's friendship again#but OP was just “lol no you killed thousands of people for your own sick pleasure/gain I hate you”
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still can't believe that kaido came down from the ceiling in his big ass dragon form to announce that luffy was dead and nami got so mad she stepped out into the open and started YELLING at him. like fully yelling she called him a stupid lizard man. sure blah blah she loves luffy so much there's no cowardice in her when it comes to defending him but the pure Haterism it takes to look the strongest man in the world in the face and go yeah actually fuck you fuck your mom fuck your kids (not yamato) fuck your whole existence you're NOTHING to me 🍊💥🤬
#like it was the childish name calling that got me she couldn't let it stand to the point of starting to use playground insults. at kaido.#like. KAIDO. not that he kept his dignity very long considering that gear 5 luffy immediately shows up and walks him like a dog#and the ulti stuff 😭 she really really loves luffy but ig she was the first one he 'saved' like that#one piece#cat burglar nami#wano arc#op nami#AND KAIDO DIDN'T DO SHIT TO HER. i mean he tried to beam cannon the whole floor but he sat there and took it while she yelled#nami was like he recreated the pivotal scene from the handmaiden for me. your bitch ass did NOT kill him
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You know when I originally suggested that maybe Dragon is the one who gave Crocodile his scar and/or took his left hand --if only because [Dragon not recognizing the big scary man with a baby when he was supposed to go see his wife, assuming the worst and acting accordingly] would make for an A-Class tragedy and great fucking drama (something which I would expect to see in One Piece)-- I wasn't fully convinced with the idea, I just considdered it just another option on What Could Have Happened between those two to get us where we are ...But the more I think about it, the more I've started to kind of believe it. And for two key reasons, first being kind of everything we know about Whitebeard, and the second being the basic logistics around the suggested scenario to begin with
By which I mean; if Dragon had indeed gone to see his wife so he could deliver their newborn baby to Garp, but instead came face-to-face with a man he had never seen before but who just happened to have the exact same and very specific facial scar as his wife and/or the same god damn hook... Like I can't say he SHOULD be able to recognize Crocodile instantly, but also, surely either of those features would make him stop for a moment think and/or talk before he'd jump into action, let alone if the man had both the scar and the hook. Of course, there is an argument to be made that maybe Crocodile had a smaller hook originally that no longer fit on his wrist after getting jacked so maybe Crocodile just wasn't wearing any hook at all, and a missing limb isn't an unusual disability on its own, at least not enough to faze Dragon. And who knows, maybe the two were supposed to meet on a dark and stormy night, in which case between the low light and the rain it could've been hard for Dragon to see any scars on Crocodile's face from a distance. These are both reasonable arguments, absolutely. But, as I have mentioned a few times before, sometimes the path of least resistance might be the most likely option as far as story speculation goes. If Crocodile had both his hands and no scar on his face, then Dragon wouldn't have had any way to immidiately and instantly recognize Croc (aside from his fashion sense) as he would've been missing (what we would now considder) his most distinquishing features. Which would it much easier for Dragon to jump into action and attack the strange man without a second thought.
And then there's Whitebeard. Whitebeard, who was kind of famous for stomping rookie pirates only to invite them to join his crew as his "sons", but who also had a weird thing about not having women in his crew (his nurses aside), because he believed "women do not belong on a battlefield". For one, that actually kind of supports the "Crocodile is openly trans" theory because, again, how the fuck would Croc have been pre-t AND stealth as a Wardlord getting his shit kicked in by Whitebeard? Like it's not impossible, as we have discussed many times before (and that is not the point of this post!!), but once again it would be easier to just assume Crocodile was still living as a woman at this point in time. And indeed, that could answer the question of "why would Whitebeard not invite Crocodile into his crew to be one of his children like Ace and everyone else?". If Croc was still living and presenting as a woman at this point, Whitebeard would not have even wanted him in his crew. (Sidenote but since Whitebeard seemed to have no issues with Jinbei hanging around the Moby Dick despite being a Warlord I don't think Crocodile's Shichibukai status should've had any impact on WB's ability to invite him to his crew. To be fair though, Jinbei did join the Shichibukai much later so it is possible WB could've just changed his position on the subject over the years) And that leads to this question; if Whitebeard has that kind of views on women, then would he ever go as far as to severely injure and scar (someone he viewed as) a woman right on their face? With an attack that could have very easily chopped Crocodile's entire head in half like a god damn burger bun if he weren't careful? Do you think Whitebeard would have chopped Crocodile's left hand off and left him permanently disabled if he viewed him as a woman who shouldn't be a fighter to begin with? Yes, to be fair, we do not know the circumstances under which Crocodile challenged Whitebeard into a fight and what kind of a pirate Crocodile had been up until that point, what his reputation had been and if he had done anything in particular to invite Whitebeard's wrath (much like Kid and Barto with Shanks). Like for all we know he could've done something truly heinous and fucked up enough that Whitebeard thought teaching him a lesson was justified.
Just, looking at all of these notes together, I can't help but to feel that it's actually very plausible Dragon could be the one responsible for one of Crocodile's injuries if not both (if Crocodad Real).
#Moon posting#OP Meta#Sir Crocodile#Crocodad#Dragodile#Also yeah if Dragon did Do That to Croc then that would explain why they PRESUMABLY haven't seen nor talked to each other in like 19 years#Like how would you feel if you found out you almost killed your beloved and left him permanently disabled. How would you ever even apologiz#How would you ever go about begging for forgiveness from someone else when you'd probably never be able to forgive YOURSELF to begin with#Like yes it would have been a tragic accident but also like. That's your significant other. Or at least WAS.#You know me I'm a sucker for Tragic (and Extremely Divorced) Dragodile#Sitenote but if Crocodile hadn't even figured out his Gender Shit yet when fighting Whitebeard then like#Whitebeard beating his ass but refusing to do anything drastic because he didn't want to "hurt a woman'' would like#Like that might not crack an egg but god damn would that fucking feel BAD (in a way he didn't quite understand) and be humiliating#Also yes it is possible WB would've given Croc at least one of his injuries. Absolutely viable. I just don't think he did BOTH#Also like if you subscribe to the Croc is Xebec's son theory then that alone would give Croc enough beef with WB to explain Summit War#It's not a requirement for WB to have taken Croc's hand for Croc to have a vendetta against WB (with that theory in mind at least)
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omg one thing i love about the one piece live action is that mackenyu is just always serving face
everyone else: in danger meanwhile mackenyu:
#like the next top model#youre killing me#one piece#opla#op#roronoa zoro#one piece zoro#mackenyu#opla cast#one piece live action
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It's eternally a little funny whenever I see someone say something along the lines of 'everyone in Strive is so happy now! Everyone's stories are getting resolved! It'll be hard to make a new game when everyone's retired and living peacefully and resolved their problems' and then there's a haunted semi-sentient mecha corpse in the corner constantly screaming from being trapped in limbo
#nothing against the character reworking it's just funny in a fucked up way#everyone get a happy ending!*#*(except for you Romeo)#when I go back and rewatch Xrd vs Strive it's kinda jarring since you have a whole fleshed out character and now he's just kinda conceptual#like sure obviously he's dead but he himself is just sorta mentioned in passing by a couple of people#they didn't even go with the interpretation of 'oh his spirit passed on in AS/story mode'#and based on the character theme it really just reads as 'I'm trapped in neverending hell and my sister's presence is the only distraction'#half the cast is retiring and Romeo is reenacting I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream#idk I could be overthinking it but that whole segment of plotline bugs me in the weirdest way#wish it was more conclusive. wish it had more continuity from xrd. wish more than like two people in universe acknowledged it#how it's presented and how it's treated feels like it has a schism where things don't quite match up#bleh. at the very least there could have been a special intro with Axl#the ending of arcade mode is so abrupt it's almost a little silly#'ahh okay your brother's ghost/a lingering fragment of his soul is desperate to kill himself let's not touch on that much further'#maybe it'd be better if everyone had outtro dialogue like in xrd...?#guilty gear#bedman#delilah#op back on her bullshit
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there's a quick secondhand account from part 2 of david tennant filmography video essay from OP's boyfriend saying david's performance as macbeth blows his hamlet out of the water and i don't know what kind of drugs his macbeth is on for that to even be possible because how is that possible. How . oh my god?
#chomping on my computer keyboard as we speak can you all release a recording of this thing PLEASE#how the hell does that even happen#if it's not obvious from the way i talk about anything i think his performance as hamlet is a) my favorite of his entire filmography#b) my singular favorite performance of a shakespeare role. and c) in my top 3 performances in a movie/tv show ever#and no i am not exaggerating my brain was specifically structured to be insane in one particular way abt hamlet#and his take on the character pushes all the buttons in that every time i watch another hamlet i have to tell myself not to compare#i have to kill the part of my brain that says 'oh but i liked david's line delivery of this better' SHUT UP OMG YOURE OBSESSED I GET IT#YOUVE WATCHED THIS MOVIE OVER FIVE TIMES AND HAVE MADE IT YOUR PERSONALITY. GET A JOB#anyway OP's boyfriend likely has different taste than me but What did he put into his macbeth for that take to be made in the first place#david tennant
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God Characters like Erwin Smith and Shanks and the way they’ve let their trauma run their lives. Erwin to the more obvious extent of course but;
Something about men imprisoned by the love they have for their dead fathers violently taken from them to young and too soon.
Cloaking yourself in the weight of his dreams won’t save you. The dream will end and there will still be a hole in your heart and bodies in your wake.
#erwin smith#shanks#your fathers love won’t save you#Infact it’s doomed you since the beginning#it is crazy that both their dads were killed by an oppressive government desperately trying to hide the truth of the world#that their nosy fathers uncovered#crazy how this death literally ruined their entire lives and lead them to become schemers working quietly to overthrow said government#the only difference is Erwin has a lot less qualms and a lot more lines he is willing to cross#Erwin’s crazy drives me insane#there are more characters like this but I can’t think of them right now#maybe the stark boys fit in there maybe#throwing thoughts to the void#aot analysis#one piece analysis#aot erwin#red haired shanks#bit of fun innit#would it be wrong if I said the Roys in season 4?#one piece thoughts#aot thoughts#attack on titan#one piece#aot#op#snk
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Made fanart of you-
I'm sorry if this version of you I made you a God-
"I have to say this art is well done! I wouldn't exactly call myself a god though. Still I appreciate it."
#//ooc: hey op you are compelling me to make an entire character essay from your art alone#//my man was involved in the creation of living breathing killing war machines. do you think he has a god complex? does he feel like+#//+the devil himself for making what are essentially agents of chaos? does he harbor any guilt for creating them? is he disappointed in-#//doppels the same way that god was deeply betrayed by the adam and eve's original sin?#//uh i suppose i'm using a more christo-centric view of god for these rambles. anyway as i was saying. do you think he loved his children+#//(doppels) but not enough to save them? do you think he ever feels the need to purge them in the same way god purged out non believers wit#//a great flood.#//oh my god these rambles are too long. sorry everybody#//i love the art op i'll stop here#that's not my neighbor#tnmn#roleplay#dr. w. afton#art#admin took a trip to yap central yet again
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i feel like im going insane but this came up on my fyp and everyone in the comments is talking about how huge and terrifying these spiders are and it's like? does everyone not have at least one corner of their house with one of these in them. these are literally the most normal and unobtrusive spider you can get in your house. am i insane that people are acting like they found a black widow or a tarantula or something.
#TW BUGS#TW SPIDERS#<- just to be safe. these kind of spiders gross me out the most tbf i dont like when theyre spindly.#NOT about op i think the amount of flies is horrifying/impressive but everyone was like omg MOVE. omg SET YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE.#like yeah i dont enjoy looking at them but? this is so incredibly normal#these btw are FAR better than those thick ones that dont stay on the ceiling and scuttle across the floor in the middle of the night#are you guys fr killing bugs that arent bothering you? i thought that was a joke
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sometimes I get really scared about Alecto the ninth and getting a satisfactory griddlehark resolution that fully acknowledges the romance and complexity of it all but I feel like giving us no griddlehark would just be mean and Tamsyn does not strike me as an author who would do something just to be edgy or dunk on her audience or whatever else people do so I try and maintain the faith. Also her short stories and stuff support the idea that she’s actually a big romantic at heart so fingers crossed
Honestly, this is something we have no control over. Tamsyn Muir is gonna write the ending she wants to write, and whether we find it satisfying or not is going to vary from person to person.
But both books so far with planned ending points have ended on the most romantic emotionally complex notes imaginable. So I think we're in good hands.
#like 'first flower of my House'#and 'always your sword my umbral soverign'#and 'saving the last dance'#and 'you eealise it was killing me that ... I couldn't even hear your voice'#I can't promise it's gonna be fine#or that it will satisfy everyone#but I think we can count on complicated and romantic#the locked tomb#alecto predictions#op
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