#SO NO SPOILERS

[cocoabats]

did a lil fan cover for a fic by @quaranmine I really like :DD

[punkpoemprose]

My apologies in advance for what this may do to your dash. I just love broad shouldered men with brown eyes and a heart of gold and I cannot be stopped from collecting them all.

[lexumpysfunland]

Echos

Today I feed the lorrreee! I have only 2 asks to answer, but I didn't prepare anything for today, so I give you something else to compensate soon you'll be able to ask away as much as you want... almost there

the concept of these weirdos is simple... kind of- these are "Echos". They roam around the parable, usually out of the box generated for Stanley. on occasions, they find a way in, and the only thing they want is to find Stanley and just... apologize to him. All of them just want to do the same thing. They are born from outside the Box, so technically Walter is aware of them, but even if he kills them again and again, some will find a way in and terrorize the poor Stanley (not on purpose). They do have a voice, weirdly enough they seem to be trying to emulate Walter's voice as it's the only person they hear outside of Stanley's Box. Walter say they are dangerous so he will kill any of them, but they only seem to apologize...

alos have this for now. yeah I plan on making a mini comic to introduce the Echos properly in the future 👀

[feroluce]

THANK YOUUUUUUU HOYO

I'm so glad these two weren't just shelved with no acknowledgement of their time together in 2.2, I'm so happy. Dan Heng had zero hesitation about contacting Boothill for this, and the fact that he trusts him enough to rely on his word alone is already dearly beloved to me, but it's also the fact that like. Dan Heng is notoriously antisocial.

Yanqing worries that he's offended him, March 7th used to complain about him not opening up or talking more, he's completely silent in the group chat with Bronya, Sushang develops the world's funniest nickname within like minutes of meeting him.

Even his signature on his text messages. Instead of anything personal or a friendly greeting like most people, Dan Heng's just mentions his job as an archivist.

It's not that he doesn't like people! And it's not that he's trying to be rude or anything! Dan Heng just. Doesn't like chatting.

But that's part of why I think it's really cute that he wanted to ask Boothill something, and immediately pulled out his own phone to do it. In 2.3, we had the huge group chat used to disarm the bomb on the Radiant Feldspar, which included the dango trio and Boothill. So we know all four of these people must have each other's contact info. Dan Heng could have just as easily turned around and asked the Trailblazer or March 7th to text Boothill. But no, even though Dan Heng never likes to talk unless it's absolutely necessary, he decided he wanted to do it himself this time. ♡

[scoutartzz]

i wonder if any of you guys saw this coming

the house md show has me in a chokehold rn 😔

[definitely-jax]

[the-char-col]

Playing Tunic easily goes from having fun with a silly fox to being terrified at what all the text might say when translated

[paintsplash1712]

I kinda wish Sephiroth would appear more randomly in Rebirth. I'm not talking about cutscenes though.

Like what if you just let Cloud be still for too long Sephiroth starts glitching and teleporting near Cloud? Kinda like The Reaper in persona games if you stop moving in the shadow world (Tartarus, Mementos, whatever).

What if in random scenes you can hear Sephiroth's voice whispering in Cloud/the player's ear?

It would also make Cloud look more insane, like is Sephiroth actually there or is Cloud hallucinating?

[snazzzycattzz]

ermmmmmmm just started playing nitw and am a little bit obsessed so i had to draw mae

it reminds me A LOT of life is strange. if life is strange was anthropomorphic animals

[theendorisit]

Magnus Protocol ep 18 Solo Work

Peeking at the transcript is NOT cheating, smh so rude 😒😏

[riality-check]

By the time Eddie’s ninth birthday rolls around, his parents have been dead for two months.

He gets a little sad when he remembers that fact. He remembers them, he’s old enough to, but he doesn’t really remember what they were like. He remembers that he has hair and eyes like his mother and a face like his father, but he doesn't know their favorite foods or the lullabies they liked to sing to him when they were home.

They were gone most of the time, deployed by the First Army again and again, until one day, they didn’t come back. Since then, Eddie has been with Uncle Wayne - he's Grisha, so he and his dad didn't talk much before - at the Little Palace.

It’s nice, even if it was weird at first. Eddie went from living off rations to having quality meals for every meal. He went from owning two shirts to owning ten. He went from running around outside to, well, running around outside, only this time, it’s on manicured lawns and safely maintained woods instead of on dusty dirt roads and barren wheat fields.

Outside is all he really has, aside from the little house he and Uncle Wayne have on the grounds. Eddie isn’t Grisha, so he isn’t allowed inside the Little Palace.

He’s okay with that. There’s a whole bunch of stuff to do outside, between the forest and the fields and the lake, while he waits every day for Uncle Wayne to come back from teaching classes about fire. 

Sometimes, there are other people outside, too, but Eddie doesn’t talk to them. He doesn’t think he is allowed to, even though Uncle Wayne never gave him that rule. The other kids his age seem pretentious, anyway, with their bright, expensive clothing and chins held high.

Eddie might be living a lot better now, but he still doesn’t like rich kids very much.

His train of thought is interrupted when he falls out of the tree he’s perched in.

Luckily, he doesn’t fall very far. He was eight feet up, at the highest, and now he’s on the ground, having landed and rolled the way his dad taught him to the last time he was home.

That thought makes Eddie sad again, so he makes his brain swerve away from it.

Eddie stands up and brushes the grass off his pants, but instead of being alone, like he was, before there’s another boy standing in front of him.

He’s pretty. That’s the only word Eddie has for him. This boy is pretty, from his wavy brown hair to his smooth skin to his perfect, straight smile.

The adult teeth Eddie has growing in are already noticeably crooked, and he only has three of them.

“Hi?” he says, and it sounds like a question because he doesn’t know who this boy is. That and because he’s wearing white, and the only Grisha Eddie has ever seen wear either red, blue, or purple.

Either this boy is special, or he’s not Grisha. Eddie kind of hopes it’s the second one. It would be nice to not be the only one, even if this boy is wearing clothes that are worth more than Eddie.

The boy doesn’t say hi back. He instead points at Eddie’s forehead, where a cut and a bruise from yesterday’s failed attempt to swing from one tree to another are still healing.

“I can fix that,” he says.

Eddie doesn’t care one way or the other what his face looks like, but this boy looks like he does. He looks completely uncomfortable with being outside, and it doesn’t look like he belongs here, either. Not with his pristine white robe and his perfect, pretty face.

The longer he looks at Eddie, the worse his face scrunches up.

“Okay,” Eddie says. And then, because he’s polite, “I’m Eddie.”

“Steve,” the kid says. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Are you going to fix my face?”

Steve huffs out a surprised little laugh and takes a step closer. “I can if you hold still.”

“I’m bad at that,” Eddie admits.

Steve giggles. “You’re funny.”

“You haven’t fixed it yet.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but he brushes his hand over Eddie’s forehead, and Eddie feels a sort of warmth, like the itch of a scab, before it’s gone just as soon as it came up.

“There you go,” Steve says. “It’s fixed.”

Eddie reaches up toward his forehead. The skin is smooth, but when he presses down, it aches.

Something must show up on his face because Steve says, “It’ll still hurt.”

“I thought you said you fixed it.”

“I did. It’s gone. But it’ll still hurt, at least until it heals on the inside.”

“How do you know that?” Eddie says.

Steve shrugs. It’s the first careless gesture Eddie has seen him make.

“I just do,” he says.

Eddie frowns at that, but before he can say anything, Steve turns around and starts walking away.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Eddie calls.

Steve stops and looks over his shoulder. “Maybe.”

In Eddie’s world, maybe means make it happen. He’s determined to.

He watches Steve walk back toward the Grand Palace, not the Little Palace, and wonders who on earth he is until he hears Uncle Wayne calling him in for supper.

there's more here.

[mellowmaidenhairs]

something from a thing i m not finishing … i started the smoke room btw :3

[puppyboywinger]

i am like actively so ill about the way shameless highlights generational trauma and parallels between abusive family members. ian exhibiting the same manic / depressive episodes as monica makes me so sick and unnormal. debbie immediately responding to mickey saying “yes, we know what this is.” because it’s something they’ve dealt with all their life and now their brother is going through it. their brother that they love is beginning to resemble their abusive mother through no fault of his own and it’s sick and twisted and amazing writing.

[dinomitegirl]

mha is so much more entertaining to watch as if its a love triangle between deku, todoroki, and bakugo. sorry for the 2016 take im rewatching the show and now its like analyzing a classical novel through the lens of gender and sexuality. ergo ive made it cool again youre all welcome

[gwengolini]

Neon Genesis Evangelion is perhaps the single most allegorical piece of art I have ever consumed which so successfully executes every symbolic and thematic mission it sets itself upon,,, ... ,,, and yet I cannot help but disagree with its core thesis lol

[aspookybunny]

Wildly concerned for these Steins Gate bitches electrical bill