#She's here to kick your ass

[23b0075nke]

throwing rocks at trains + backdating rent checks + the custodian fell from heaven + the house is a body is a ghost is bleeding + clocked in late at work again

[fayzday]

Sabine, after she's found by Fenn Rau's crew on Concord Dawn

[tradedsymmetry]

ohhh my gosh. Hilda S3E6: The Forgotten Lake. SO GOOD!!!!! some mild spoilers in this post, depending on what you think a spoiler is, then my full reaction to a very spoilery moment in the tags

it was actually VERY scary!!!?!!?!!! in my opinion??? maybe I just am particularly susceptible to finding that particular type of predicament scary, but I thought the antagonist was unique and creepy and seemed genuinely threatening, so, I just thought it was extra scary in a very impressive way. there was also at least one moment where it felt like the creators were like, "we're not gonna make you stress about this one" because the audience knew more than the bad guy did so you're pretty sure Johanna's gonna be fine in that moment, which was a nice break. haha maybe I'm overthinking it but just, wow, what a fantastic episode.

also Johanna's total Badass In An Action Movie moment!!!!!!!! fuck yeah!!!!!!! wielding that fuckin rotator saw or whatever, with the hand that had just been sliced up!!! the hand that she wrapped up with a shred of her hoodie that got torn on a branch while running away from an ancient creature trying to eat her?!????!!!!!! I'm in love. not to mention all the backstory we get on her!!!!!! parents!!!! ahhh!!! been loving all of that in general this season.

omg also that montage in the beginning of Johanna and Hilda exploring killed me dead, it was so wonderful :3

[nalu-gifs]

“Hm...somethin’ doesn’t feel right.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

“This Lucy that I’m carryin’...she’s a lot lighter than you.”

“Not in the mood for your snarky comments!”

[discocandles]

Sarah Phillips will fiddle/fidget when she's deep in thought, and if she's thinking about certain people, she'll fidget with certain things in particular.

Most obviously, she'll fiddle with her necklace when she's thinking about James. Flipping it around the chain when she is worried about him, like if he's not back home when he said he'd be. If Sarah is twisting it back and forth between her fingers, she's annoyed because of something he did. If she's gently rubbing the pendant with her thumb in middle finger, she misses him. When Sarah was in England, her mother saw her messing with her locket like that most when her daughter was by herself.

When Sarah taps her feet in a little rhythm, she wishes Henri was there. She can imagine how he would react, and how he'd lighten the mood, make everyone laugh a bit. Or she's hungry, which hunger is something she's grown to relate to Henri, as he's almost always hungry.

If Sarah is thinking of her mother, she'll often twirl the hair around her face, especially when she wishes her mother were there to make sense of the situation or to just sweep her hair from her face and put it where it belongs. Or Sarah will spin her quill between her fingers, trying to commit whatever is going on around her to memory as her mother would love to hear it.

When thinking of Moses, Sarah will mess with her skirt. She'll wrap a bit of the fabric around her finger when she misses him, or wishes he was there to talk her down and help things make sense. If she's bunching her skirt in her fists, something is reminding her of Moses and Cato, and how Moses looked at his brother with so much heartbreak in his eyes. How he'd stay calm in the face of atrocities when he has every right to be enraged, how he doesn't want her to be enraged on his behalf("It won't change anything they do, Sarah.")

She could be thinking about anything or anyone if she's messing with her ponytail or the end of her braid(Sarah had to have braided her hair a lot. I know dic animation never changed character models unless they had to, but still). Sometimes it's her dad, cousin Tom, Abigail Adams, Udney, Arnold before his betrayal, Dr. Franklin, Molly from the women's camp. It could be anyone she grew close to in the war, honestly.

Very few people know that Sarah's thinking about certain people based on what she's messing with. The person who'd know most of them would be Henri, as he's the person that she spends most time with in the liberty's kids timeline. He mostly picks up on the big ones, like when Sarah misses her mom, or how she memorized the rhythm he played when getting the sheep to New York, which if Sarah wasn't one of the best people he had met before, she is now. The day he picked up on Sarah messing with her necklace = Sarah is thinking about James was rough. For her(I should just write that as a story). Sarah had to promise she would make Henri his favorite dinner for a week if he didn't tell James.

Speaking of whom, James would probably notice the different tells if the sight of his crush best friend and colleague staring softly into the distance while tenderly fiddling with the necklace he helped make for her that he'd never seen her part with since didn't make his brain shut down for a solid minute. At least.

[words-be-upon-ye]

There are a couple tropes I really love in the space of Miraculous Ladybug fan works, but quite possibly my favorite is when the miraculous holders just get creature from using their powers.

Like yeah, I would say that hosting the power of an abstract concept given sentience, that got shoved into the shape of an animal and bound to a piece of jewelry, would kinda mess with your body a bit.

The little bit of this we get in canon is basically that Adrien loves being a cat and the whole Tikki munches incident.

But I love it when people give them ears and wings and tails, give them eyes that aren't quite human anymore. Fuck with their gender and their sense of body. Sometimes it's body horror, sometimes it's just aesthetic. Love it either way.

I just think it's so fun, a lot of the time it's combined with the like "when a holder and the kawami really respect and bond with each other there's nothing that can be done except having magic bleed into the holder" I think that's fun, but also just making the animal of the kwami a bigger deal is fun. Like if you're going to make it a ladybug you might as well give her wings and antenna and mirrored eyes.

[oifaaa]

Hi, love ur sora lives au art. I've never really think about it before but ur art really make me wanna read some fics bout it, any fic recs?

so far I've not been able to find any fics with a similar premise (most of the sora lives stuff I've seen has been her going off to marry Zeff which I get tho im not the biggest fan of personally) its a shame since I think there's a lot you can do if Sora lives and just decides to take over Germa

[ratcandy]

ok I've completed Kallamar's tasks n such and . Why is he like that (said with overwhelming affection)

[camping-with-monsters]

Continuation of my last post.

She has lost the boots.



[orcelito]

That bitch Danzo getting killed and it starts showing his past like I'm supposed to be sad for this piece of shit??? I'm Not. He's a warmonger and a fucking snake. He caused so much suffering, literally inlaid the eyes of Sasuke's murdered clan in his arm -- the clan that HE ORDERED TO BE MURDERED. He conducted genocide for the sake of "peace", and even in death he thinks it's for the best of the village. Nevermind the fact that he literally stole children from their families to indoctrinate them into his underground cult, and he was just Allowed to do this??? Hiruzen when I catch you...!!!!!!

Anyways fuck this dude, I'm glad he's dead. Good for you, Sasuke.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

I am currently trying to get my mind to transition from the fact that I saw the boyz & was in nyc- to focus on the fact that I need to get everything together to see changkyun in chicago- (it's kind of funny i have nothing organized for him- even tho i bought his tickets first...). like ik what I gotta do but i don't wanna do any of it... (i will eventually *soon* but i just need to complain about it first)

[skarmoree]

Rae’lia scar ref whoooo

[painsandconfusion]

https://www.tumblr.com/painsandconfusion/734094977631698944/i-understand-ethans-mistrust-of-people-if-it

Currently crying in the bathroom because some woman yelled at me because *checks notes* I couldn't do a return on a half eaten sandwich that she just didn't like and had no receipt for.

I'm also suffering chronic anxiety.

If Ethan thinks I'm scary, he's the first.

Ethan will beat her up for you

[mekanikaltrifle]

managed a couple warmup sketches before my tablet ran out so I have to wait to actually start on the new commission (sorry my friend). However.

Rowan (The arse-kicking fairy). That is all.

[generic-sonic-fan]

Underestimated

Summary: Rouge is not the strongest member of Team Dark. Then again, she doesn’t have to be. 

1068 words

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Every thief had her bad days. Days where the lock just won’t come undone. Days where the goods aren’t where the map said they’d be. Or, in the case of today, days where the guards actually did look up. 

Rouge sighed as the leader of the squad of six sat her down on a steel chair. He yanked her arms back and wrapped them tightly in a steel chain. He then fished a lock from his pocket and clipped the bolt down. 

“Nice try, Agent Rouge, but we are no ordinary organization.” The squad leader sneered. “We do our homework.”

“Is that so?”

“We know all about you and your little team. The only thing we don’t know is why you were sent after us.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, there’s six of us, and only one of you. So you’re going to answer our questions, or you might not be waking up tomorrow morning.”

The other five squad members, each more heavily armed than their so-called leader, seemed fidgety. Nervous. They held their rifles down low from their shoulders but kept their fingers on the triggers. Shadow would get a kick out of lecturing them for their unsafe gun practices- but he wasn’t here right now. Tonight was one of the few times a year when he took an evening off; some kind of anniversary that she wasn’t invited to so she hadn’t asked. Omega, meanwhile, was out of town on his second day of repairs with Tails.

But these goons didn’t seem to know about that, not with the way they kept flinching at shadows.

“I’m going to ask again. Why were you sent here? How did GUN find us?”

“Maybe you deserved it.”

“Don’t give me mouth! Answer the question!”

“Maybe you deserve what’s really coming.”

That struck a nerve in the rest of the room. The wandering squad members stiffened. Bingo. 

“Oh, if only there were two big strong men to come and save me!” Rouge threw back her head and gave a conspicuous wink to the ceiling.

“TRAIN ON THE VENTS!”

Six men in full armor and tactical gear squirmed their gun barrels up past their heads, clanking metal against metal, boots shuffling. Rouge slid her lockpick out of its special pocket in her glove and used the outburst of noise to cover the sound of the pick clacking against the lock. This lock was nothing compared to those found even at a normal bank. She made quick work of it, feeling the last lock pin stick open. She caught the lock and chain in her hands and stayed very still.

Three members of the squad kept their rifles trained on the ceiling, flinching at any unusual whisper from the air conditioning. The other three slowly lowered their sights back down onto her.

“Where are they?” The leader growled.

“Hmm? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She smiled.

“You just gave the signal! Where are the other two?”

“The other two what?”

“The ‘big strong men’! Don’t play coy with me- everyone knows that you have two hyper-lethal freaks at your beck and call to protect you.”

Oh, she almost broke her smile at that. Almost, almost. But she couldn’t afford to lose her advantage now. “Ugh, I could use the help. I’m so defenseless on my own like this.”

“WHERE ARE THEY, BITCH?”

The cold ring of a gun barrel pressed against her temple, not for the first time (nor for the last time, if she was being honest with herself). 

“Oh, you’ll know where. They’re much less subtle than I am, sweetheart.”

The rest of the squad squirmed at the comment. She laughed. 

The gun barrel was removed. The leader pointed to groups of two. “Johnson, Smith, scout the left wing exterior. Mendez, Stanley, you’ll take the right. Report anything you find immediately.”

The four goons took off, leaving the squad leader and just one other goon alone with her. 

“We’ll find them.” The leader said. “As soon as we spot them, we’ll tell them we’ve got you. If they don’t comply, you’ll get your brains blown all over that wall, you see?”

“Hmph.” She looked the opposite of where he pointed.

“Such a damsel. It’s a wonder how you got the other two under your thumb.”

“Why don’t you come here and I’ll show you?”

The other squad member stifled a snort. She shot him a pout, before raising her eyebrows at the squad leader. The squad leader left her side and wandered directly in front of her. He pulled down his mask and gave a goofy smile, before raising his pistol and pointing it at her.

“Nice try. The files said that about you too.”

“Did they say this?”

Rouge slammed the lock into the side of his head. As he recoiled away, she kicked the pistol out of his grip, sending it sailing into the air. The other squad member shouted. She flung herself from the chair and kicked the leader into the other guy, knocking them both over. She then grabbed the pistol as it came back down to earth. She pulled the trigger and iced the annoying dumbass. The other goon scrambled out from beneath his body, fumbling with a radio in his pocket.

“Tell me, what’s the quickest way out of this dump?” She asked the goon. “Tell me soon, otherwise you’ll be joining him.”

“The others will get you!”

“Not before you’re gone, honey. Now talk.”

“Down the hall! Down the hall, to the right! Big window, can’t miss it!”

“Thanks.”

She flew out of the room, looked both ways down the hall, and went to the left. She glided up to the ceiling, tucking herself beside a vent, and watched as a pair of the squad went rushing beneath her, screaming something about a window. She waited for them to pass before continuing further into the complex.

The vault wasn’t too hard to find- there’s only so many places in a building you can construct an enormous steel door. She cracked the lock with the password she’d gotten from her prior stakeout of the place. She left with the weapon the gang had stolen, along with some shiny gold coins that she was sure GUN wouldn’t mind lining her pockets with. 

Every thief had her bad days, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t still earn her keep. 

[femmefaggot]

just remembered we got invited to spend the night too, i do hope we were not offputting in the worst way. did accidentally spill a drink but she was cool about it but its so deeply embarrassing to spill things like ohh look at me i dont know how liquids work