#Prideless

[the-pantry-of-art]

[mrk49635]

it sucks not being queer like i want cool titles too but im stuck with he/him like a hoser

[elitecabela]

They are in LOVE. Send post

[storm-driver]

kh4 fanfic scenario where roxas somehow manages to meet up with subject x and she calls him ventus over and over, but every time roxas tries to correct her, she sinks a little further into denial, insisting he must remember his past and the sacrifice he made for them.

and roxas, not really knowing who ventus is besides having a close tie to sora, has to start putting pieces together himself since the wayfinder family is in the realm of darkness

[bitchubby]

i just saw this tweet about roommate geto and as you know guys, i have been breathing these past few days just thanks to the existence of geto suguru

so the idea of chubby reader x roommate!geto suguru daammmnmnnmnn

[shadebloopnik]

Finishing a long fic just hits different sometimes. After all the excruciating slow burn. That feeling when after everything, its just, perfect. Its perfect in the manner that you're both crying bc you want more but also that its so perfect as it is. Im getting so emotional over this fanfic that I binged for the past 4 days that I just. Like. Its done. And huh wow im teary about it call me cringe idc im so fucking emotional about it.

[yuridovewing]

Needletail ghost reader??????????

[vunderjoy]

matching pfps for grunkles (exclusive to bisexuals and aroaces im afraid, forgot to save transparent pngs)

prideless ones under the cut

[punkitt-is-here]

I fink we live in the same town and you mentioned going to a pride event and im mad because i missed it because i forgor. Im still a first year at (college name) so its understandable that ill miss events but im sad that im going into june prideless 😔. Kind of a stupid ask but i wanted to mention it, anyways, happy pride!

Happy pride!! This is my most fun June yet I think I hope you have a fantastic one :3

[the-pantry-of-art]

(Click for better quality)

Here You also have an simplified version if you want to use it somwhere ;D

(Really You can do like whatever with my art, like everything, I don't care, I would actually enjoy seeing people get inspierd by my work, just credit it if You do is es simple as that)

I have also made this one 'couse I'm planing to use it on something 😏

[scorchedmizar]

*out of a portal falls a week and prideless eclipse they looked burnt and charred they seemed to have some bird features and seemed starved both from touch and hunger they might be easy to manipulate like a lunar they also had small glasses on*

E! Eclipse: please don't hurt me I've been through enough torture from fazbear already *his tone of voice seemed scared and shaken*

Lord Eclipse scowls at the sight before Him. He does not have the patience to be dealing with this pathetic excuse of an Eclipse. His flames burn low and bright as He steps toward the other.

Quit your pathetic whining, I hear enough of that on a daily basis from my servant as is.

The Lord grabs the edge of one of E! Eclipse's wings, scrutinizing it's burned state.

There's no Fazbear here, only me. Which could be a lot worse for you depending on my mood. And currently? It is not looking good for you.

[elitecabela]

Hiiiiii first post, figured i'd start with my icon. Redraw of the So-Lo album cover with my own special little guys.

[davycoquette]

when it comes to slaughter, you will do your work on water

SNP Westerhout is a thousand feet long, steely grey with a red belly. She’s been at this for almost twenty years by the time you join her skeleton crew.

One of the young seamen, Buchanan, doesn’t like you much. From the time you joined the crew he’s doubted your age out loud in front of everybody. He says shit like, “You don’t look nineteen. Do you think he looks nineteen, Cillian? He can’t be.”

You turn seventeen in a few days, but that’s besides the point. It’s right there on your fake ID: nineteen. 

You’re a real pussy about it, too;  prideless, cowardly, invisible. But not to Buchanan; to him you must be some threat.

You are, in the end. At his end.

🤠 PRETZELS AND VIOLENCE BELOW THE CUT 🤠

He does nothing without an audience. Passing by each other in an otherwise empty corridor, he says nothing. Won’t even look up off the floor in front of him. But when the other guys are milling around, he’s full of condescension, full of doubt about you, full of theories. You think you don’t give him anything to work with, but sometimes it feels like your shame is a long strip of magnetic reel he’s unspooling in front of everybody. The things he says, stupid as they are, cut you open and dissect you so everyone can lean over and see what’s stowed inside your skeleton.

You don’t like it, but you’re not gonna do anything about it.

The more you demure, the ballsier Buchanan gets. He starts trying to pick fights, albeit only when there’s somebody to see it. He’s a little bit shorter than you are, but bigger. (Everybody was bigger than you back then, when you were a kid pretending to be a man pretending to be human.) When he pushes, you stagger. When he shoves the heels of his hands against yours, he can push you down onto your knees, then he kicks you in the ribs. It happens about that way a couple times. It knocks the breath out of you and you can’t get back on your feet right away, so the sight of you on your hands and knees sucking for air is a nice spectacle — but it doesn’t hurt, really. Not for long. The seamen and the oilers get tired of watching you long before you’re on your feet again. It’s funny for them, but not impressive. Some of the older guys think he could stand to pick on somebody who stands a chance for a change.

You do start to wonder if you ought to take offense. You catch sight of the bruises he leaves and wonder if they shouldn’t go deeper than they do. If your pride shouldn’t feel bruised and soft like overripe fruit. It doesn’t, though — it feels more like watching some character you don’t care much about get the shit kicked out of him on TV.

Westerhout is headed for the Strait of Malacca when you finally talk to him. Everyone’s nervous because some smaller vessel got hijacked a couple weeks back. One of the pirates had a grenade-launcher, Cillian tells everyone at lunch-time. You listen, but only because you like the look of him. (This is something you grapple with from time to time, but mostly you accept it. It’s far from the worst thing about you.) If pirates want to try and steal forty-foot containers loaded with mysterious contents, they could just kick you about it, too. They can blow you up — what choice does anybody have?

But Buchanan is real nervous about it. He doesn’t say anything at lunch; just wears this chary look on his face. Part of you wants to feel smug about that, but looking at him just makes you blue. He can’t sleep that night. It’s strange that you even notice — but you’re fresh off your shift, and the sky is a cold, cold shade of grey. It blazes silvery behind the ovular windows leading from your room, which you share with a guy called Lopez, to the snack machines. They’re bubbly with condensation, and the bright primary shades of the containers out on the deck blur like a surreal, preschool dream.

You pause and look out over the deck from the doors to the emergency escape. Your hand clears water from the glass and you squint at the dark shape leaned over the deck rail. The stacked containers look like a city built around him, like Buchanan’s standing at the edge of the world.

Spotlights on the deck light the way to him. You’re forgoing a bag of out-of-date pretzels for this, and don’t quite know why. By the time you see him through a narrow frame of corrugated steel boxes stacked forty feet high on either side, you’re sure what you want to do. (It was iffy, at first, because your mind kept snapping to the little utility knife in your back pocket on your way here. Must’ve been self-preservation, though, because Buchanan’s kicked you so many times.) When you reach him he doesn’t turn around, so you lay your hand briefly on his shoulder then lean over the rail next to him and you both watch foam lap out of the black ocean.

Buchanan mutters something like an apology, which you don’t answer. The follow-up is excuses: he guesses he’s a little bit homesick. He was in the foster system for most of his childhood; his adopted father recently passed away. Can you be homesick, he wonders, if you never had a home?

You’re barely listening, but you understand doubt and confusion and lonesomeness so intimately it comes as a shock that anyone else could be acquainted with them without you hearing about it. It shouldn’t surprise you, though, because these things don’t talk. (That’s kind of the hell of it, isn’t it?)

You look over at him, finally, and he looks at you like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. Like he didn’t know who it was he was talking to all this time, or knocking down, and you realize he’s not the age he says he is, either. He looks heartbroken for a beat and his mouth works around a “Why,” but it’s eaten up by waves rushing against Westerhout’s belly and he abandons whatever it is he’s gonna say. Reaches out instead and holds onto to the back of your neck while he looks in your eyes like he’s sorry, then all of a sudden he’s coming closer and closer and you can’t begin to imagine what it is he’ll do

and you never find out, because you slip the knife from your pocket and spring it and jam it down to the hilt between his ribs.

He clenches up and grabs at your skinny wrist. His eyes drop down and his mouth moves — probably another one of those why questions but only blood comes out — and you don’t know, exactly, but you think to him, you know why. It occurs to you to yank your knife out of him and drive it in a dozen more times, but it also occurs that his blood would paint an abstract expressionist work of evidence against you, so you shove him at the railing instead. He’s heavy and you can’t seem to lift him over. The light’s leaving his eyes the whole time and his body starts to list and sag. He drapes his spine over the metal and you grab his pants and haul him the rest of the way, then let go. Your knife slips out of your grip and falls with him. He hits the water and you imagine he bobs back to the surface in the dark gloom, but the knife sinks.

You step back and look at the rail. It’s clean. There’s a glob of blood on the deck, which you wash away with a styrofoam cup and sludgy rainwater you dug out of one of the garbage cans fixed to the outer deck. You do the same with the blood crusted at the corner of your thumb nail, then buy your pretzels and take a long shower and you’re in bed eating when Lopez comes into the room.

It’s a few hours before they start looking for Buchanan. You can’t sleep, but pretend to wake up, then help look for him at one in the morning. Knowing you won’t find him doesn’t diminish your effort. It takes thirteen men a long time to scour a ship that size. Hours after you dropped him over the railing, they call in a search and rescue.

This "chapter" needs more editing than others, and may or may not ever make it to the official chronicle of yote lore. Posting it anyway! 💃 Taggin': @fortunatetragedy @saturnine-saturneight @cowboybrunch

[ihopesocomic]

I find Nothing's immediate attachment to Hover actually pretty realistic in a sad way.

She's been abused all her life, even before she was born into a society that told her she had little to no value to anyone because she was a female cub

Then she got injured defending herself and instead of protecting her her mother married the person who caused her disability and then put all the blame on her for being a child who was attacked.

Hover was the only person who wa remotely nice to her, of course she immediately fell for her eventhough Hover is terrible

She immediately attached herself to someone she thought was the one person who wouldn't treat her like her family did, and even when Hover treats her just as bad she still want sto be with her because Hover *has* to be different. Because if Hover treats her like nothing too, maybe that's just what she is

It's so depressingly realistic how Nothing jumps from bad familial relationship to bad romantic relationship

Like MP could've done something with that where it shows Nothing going from an abusive mom to an abusive partner and thinking that partner treats her better because she doesn't want to face reality or she just doesn't know how bad this is and only realizes when she meets someone else who does treat her right and she reflects on how awful Hover was(yknow with her meeting new friends she goddammit she deserves a healthy friendgroup who doesn't mistreat her or downplay the abuse she's faced)

Because Hover is just awful

But instead of addressing this very real thing victims of abuse go through with how people like Hover who jump at you for any mistake you make will 100% turn their back on you when you need their help because you didn't do what they want

They instead make it that Hover was just angwy guys :c and Nothing made mistakes too!

Ignore the fact that she left her disabled girlfriend to fight a bigger lion to defend her brother AFTER she just got berated by her mother for being disabled(Hover was too busy picking her nose to defend the supposed love of her life), only to then ALSO berate Nothing for missing her assessment while Nothing's life was just threatened, she was verbally abused, and her brother is in danger, AND HOVER DID NOTHING

but priorities

It's just

So scarily realistic how Nothing sought safety and love from a partner and she ended up with someone like Hover

And she was literally never treated with any kindness ever that she doesn't even know what it looks like anymore

I actually touched upon this in the other ask regarding Nothing x Hover where I said that Nothing appears to be emotionally vulnerable and needy in this situation and I was absolutely not giving the show kudos or leeway by saying that.

The bottom line is that folks like you and me care more about how these characters came across or could potentially come across than Tribble herself ever did.

Like you say, it would've been an ideal thing to show that Nothing is supposed to be in this vulnerable position with Hover. But the sickening thing is that the relationship is sold as being very healthy and wholesome to the point where there's a shit-ton of ship art out there where they're being just that.

Not to mention Hover wasn't even nice to her. She was what an able-bodied individual's perception of being nice to a disabled person is... which is asking intrusive questions about our disabilities, making jokes at the expense of our disabilities... You get the idea.

But yeah, I agree with all this and it just further solidifies why Nothing's relationship with Hover was very one-sided and abusive.

It could also be argued that Hover was also very used to only thinking about herself and nobody else as a prideless lion, hence why she chose to go off with Farleap and Silentstalk. Because they could offer what she felt Nothing could not, which were cheat codes to get through the huntress assessment.

But Hover fans like to pretend this didn't happen, of course. Along with everything else you've pointed out. Trust me, we've been there. It's certainly a group of stans that love to cherry-pick and ignore blatant evidence that their fave is problematic. lol - RJ

[madmansmisc]

Head spinning a web, vomit verbal gossamer 

Dirtiest breed of the city, neon bright and pure

Cleansers and cleanli-godliness upright citizen

Downright down bad downfall prideless gutternap

[virethele]

Chapter 118

who else could it be but agents of baroque works, seem like they followed the straw hats to little garden.

we learn that both dorry and broggy were the leaders of a pirate crew called the giant pirate warrior band a hundred years ago. they were known as dorry the blue and broggy the red and each of them has a bounty of 100 million on their heads.

mr 3 is the worst type of villian the one who uses tricks to get his way. the type to let others do the work for him so he doesn't have to get his hands dirty.

Chapter 119

it makes me so mad that they're going to continue the duel like it wasn't tampered with.

it seem to usopp being the bravest warrior on the sea isn't about being all powerful or to never be afraid when your in dangerous situations, but to be proud of the way you live your life, which in my opinion is even better. it's really hard to say you're proud of who you are and for what you accomplish and what you contribute to something. it's so easy to compare yourself to other but it's really hard to just be happy with yourself.

here we see even more of luffy's character, despite pirates being notorious for not playing fair here we have luffy that gets so mad at the fact that someone interfered with the giants duel. we can clearly see luffy has a strong code of honer, wevsee this with zoro's fight with mihawk too, luffy would never interfere with someone else's fight and he expects the same of others when it comes to his fight.

it also looks like luffy doesn't believe in a higher power, it might just be that he doesnt like someone dictating how he should live his life.

mr 3 is just really awful. i really, really hate the guy. he is the type of loser that knows he would never win a fight head on so he resorts to tricks to obtain victory all while using other people to do it fo him.

we are really seeing the stark diffrence between the honorability of the giants as well as luffy and usopp to some degree and the prideless mr 3.

-☆