#balance n stuff

[b1nb1nth3v1nv1n]

Derse dreamer.

[grecoromanyaoi]

hm i was wondering. do u prefer british or american humor (as represented thru comedy shows/movies)? (feel free to elaborate in the tags and/or reblog for sample size)

[ihatebrainstorm]

Scarecrow chromedome is eating away my final brain cell

oh no same,, I want to draw his stuff next but I gotta get a specific vibe I want down for him first >:)

I do genuinely want to make him a lot more threatening than a lot of the other rogues, bc I mean come on, that's sorta Scarecrow's whole thing- Plus I will say, I'm sorta basing CD Scarecrow's demeanor a lot off his Arkham Knight counterpart bc I think he has such a good threatening presence (+ his voice. AK Scarecrow's voice. is so. damn. good.) Combining that overall presence with the stuff Chromedome sees when sifting through ppl's brains (like with the Sparkeater) is sorta what I'll be going for ehehe >:) I dunno it'll be fun to play around with

[aeolianblues]

was kinda thinking about this when I saw Renee Rapp live recently-- I didn't know her visual vibe, I'd heard a few songs here and there but I hadn't really *seen* her, and her attire at Osheaga was really casual, a jersey (baseball/basketball?) and slacks. And that was so amazing! I couldn't help thinking, the work Billie Eilish has done for how women in pop music are allowed to dress is incredible. Seeing her up there all comfortable you just know that Billie walked in her oversized tops so that Renee in her slacks could run; Billie walked through all the critcisms about how she dressed slobbily and having to assert that she didn't owe anyone a display of skin, so that Renee could be comfortable and unquestioned running up and down the catwalk in front of 10,000 people. How iconic.

And I don't think we even realised at the time how much something as simple as letting Billie dress the way she as a (then-) 17-year-old teenager dressed, could end up meaning for a future generation of women in music.

Obviously there is still way to go, there were weirdos complaining about how 'plain' Dua Lipa's Glastonbury outfit was this year (in 2024!!), l have to ask, are you at Paris Fashion Week?? She is the musical HEADLINER of an entire day of music at one of the biggest music festivals in the world, and you can't grant her the space to exist as an artist, you have to moan about her dress not being excitingly revealing enough. There's work to do, it's still dismal out there. But the space Billie Eilish has created for a most ordinarily-dressed woman popstar is still heartening.

[umbraastaff]

There's something wrong with the planet.

I know, that sounds really dramatic. And probably exaggerated, knowing how much anxiety and paranoia is all but designed into my cheap fucking systems. It's not like I have much of a frame of reference, either: I only have linear memories of the last 160 hours of my life, barring the activation and maintenance between previous contracts. The rest is in bits and pieces, most of them ghosts of old feelings and reactions from my organic parts.

But that's how I know. There's a sense of wrongness in my organics, telling me things are different than how they should be -- how they used to be, at least. People keep bringing up the event from two months ago. I wasn't around for it, (or at least I don't remember it), but from my understanding, something fell from the sky, and now everyone's acting really weird.

They call it the Light of Creation, and yes, they capitalize it.

As far as I can tell, it isn't a power source, and nobody's considering selling it, but it's somehow helping with an important project. It's being held by the IPRE, the same entity that rented out my contract starting a week ago… for a two-month mission that's going to start ten months from now. They're paying for a year's worth of SecUnit for a mission a fraction of that time away.

I can't complain about that, exactly. Ten months of hanging around a bunch of boring researchers is a lot better than ten months of being a regular Murderbot, cycling between memory erasure and panic over the lives of various clients. It makes it easier not to get my brain painfully zapped by my governor module, too, when there are less crises. But it still feels highly unusual, and weird behavior is always going to make me uneasy.

"Let's run through this one more time," says Captain Davenport. Speaking of weird behavior.

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[sshirakumo]

shiba yuzuha - tokyo revengers 2.2

[an-albino-pinetree]

I love this face I created, and boy do I wish I could post this particular picture in full But I cannot

[intertexts]

rough timeline shit......

[bodylanda]

Some doodles about tall second

Bonus design notes on chosen, dark and second

[amethyst-halo]

anyways i really need to get back to putt putt branch again bc i have this idea w how branch gets injured

i decided a while ago that my brozone parent, tulip, winds up just. up and leaving them one day, with no real warning and no explanation. she just puts branch’s egg in clay’s lap and leaves, with jd yelling angrily after her and floyd completely inconsolable.

when they find and settle at the golf course, branch goes to clay one day and asks abt their mom. clay hesitantly tells him some stuff, but is eventually too angry at her to keep talking about it, so branch doesn’t bring it up again.

later when branch is in his teens, he figures out that their mom left. it strikes a horrible chord with him, because that’s exactly what his brothers did. he spirals into a panic attack and confronts clay, arguing with him and saying some hurtful things. after spitting out an “i hate you”, branch turns and runs away.

clay doesn’t see him for a few days after that, despite looking everywhere for him. but when a little group of kids sneak out of the course and end up cornered by a territorial critter, branch is the first one running to help them. clay, not being nearly as good a fighter, is held back from going after him.

branch succeeds, but not unscathed. he comes back with all of the kids unharmed, and promptly collapses in clay’s arms.

clay’s very worried, ofc, but branch is taken care of. and the first thing he says when he wakes up is a frantic apology to clay, insisting he doesn’t really hate him and pleading for him not to leave him again. clay reassures that he promised he wasn’t going anywhere and he meant it and apologizes for leaving, and they have a good brother bonding moment!

ya!!! sometimes i enjoy the whole “last thing you said before an accident was something mean so you’re scared that’s the last thing you will get to tell them if they don’t make it” trope ajdhajdhakdh

[missr3n3]

you would think he'd fair a bit better in the sun since he's a demon, and yet

[forestlovesyou]

I got hit by a huge wave of nostalgia and fell back into the Undertale rabbithole and I just couldn't resist the urge to make a Handplates skeleton lore accurate oc who I am pretty proud of ngl :] adawd

[cloudofspacedust]

E found some prey!!!!!! ey be very excited :)

[umbraastaff]

There are two figures silhouetted against the iceberg's eerie glow. Both humanoids. The first is curled over the second protectively, and the second seems to be reaching back, trying to do the same.

Barry contemplates this for a minute. He's for sure not powerful enough to bend the ice apart, and even if he was, there's no guarantee he could do it without hurting them. Assuming they're alive, anyway, which is a long shot in itself.

But he's out here alone, and this floating mass of ice might float away if he leaves it alone to go get help. So, feeling a bit like an idiot, he starts whacking at it with his club.

A few hits later and he's being blasted in the face by pressurized air. Oh, shit, the ice was hollow. With that knowledge, he smashes through more of it, to where the two figures have now fallen limp to the ground.

They're nearly identical, and they've both got long ears, like… elves. Like air nomads.

He hovers awkwardly over both of them, trying to figure out what the fuck to do. They are both comically underdressed for the weather, in elven wear designed for the light, free movements of airbenders, not for the warmth needed by earthbound (icebound) peoples. But he can see their breathing, so shallow and fragile; they're both going to die if he doesn't do anything.

Barry pulls his coat off; adrenaline lets him ignore the frozen air for now as he starts shifting them so he can get it underneath, keep their backs from lying flat against the icy ground. But as he lifts the first one, she groans, and he startles, jostling her slightly.

Her eyes fly open, and she punches him in the gut. It's definitely not at full power, being in an awkward position and half-frozen, but she clearly knows where to aim: the breath is knocked out of him, letting her shove him away and scramble to her knees.

Then she sees her twin, and she grabs his shoulders. "Taako! Taako, wake up," she hisses desperately. Her eyes only flick over to Barry once more, making sure he's staying back. Slowly, Taako comes to.

"Five more minutes," he says faintly.

"No! Get up! We're at the fucking– what pole is this?" She asks Barry sharply, pupils in slits.

"The– We're– South pole," he says, wide-eyed.

"We're at the south pole!"

That seems to wake Taako up more; he sits up of his own volition, at least. Then he twists and stretches a little, and hops to his feet with unnatural dexterity: the grace of someone being lifted by the air itself. A staff flies into his hand from the ground. "Who's this clown?"

"I don't know, I literally woke up five seconds before you. Where's my staff?"

She climbs back into the broken iceberg to look around, and Taako looks at Barry. "So what's your deal, Bluejeans?"

"Barry– I'm Barry," he says. "I'm, like, I live here. What were you doing in a fuckin' iceberg?"

Taako shrugs flippantly. Lup stands triumphantly, a bright red umbrella held up above her head. "Fuck yes!" It's in impressively good condition for apparently being frozen in this iceberg for however long. As are both of the elves.

Lup looks down to see Barry gathering his outer coat up from the ground, and her gaze softens a little in realization of what he must've been doing with it. "You should put that back on, dude, it's cold."

"I mean– I've still got thicker clothes than you without it, s-so–" Barry starts, clearly shivering. He tries to hold it out towards either one of them, but she shakes her head and nudges it back to him.

"We're good, but thanks. You should get that on before you get pneumonia."

He clearly doesn't find that a satisfactory explanation, but he can't find the words to object in the moment, either. He awkwardly starts pulling his coat back on.

"Barry, yeah? I'm Lup," says the one that isn't Taako.

"You're elves, right?"

"Uh, yeah," says Taako, ears a-twitch. "What, you can't tell?"

"Uh, how… How long were you guys in there?"

Lup frowns, turning to Taako with a furrowed brow. "Uh, like… a few days? However long it takes to float here from the Southern Air Temple? Speaking of, they're probably suuuper worried, so as cute as you are, we should probably be getting back–"

Barry's too shocked to even react to being called cute. "There's people there?"

"Yes?" Taako says; even he's letting concern color his voice now, though his ridiculously large hat covers most of his expression.

"Why wouldn't there be?" Lup asks, rounding on Barry as her expression hardens.

Barry covers his mouth with a hand.

[madsovereign]

In case any daddies fans w/o the patreon wanted to know the reasoning behind Hermie’s death I’ve got the gist what they said here:

Hermie felt like a worse version of Paeden to Anthony, and since they forgot about him so much and he doesn’t have a significant part in the story beyond what they played out it felt like the time. It also isn’t going to be brushed over in the story. Matt pointed out in a story about/involving violence sometimes characters do have to die to maintain any sort of feeling of a threat towards the main characters.

[leona-florianova]

Finished playing Weird West...Interesting concept and some of the ideas but daaaaaammnnnnn... repetitive with too many too similar settings.. Not enough variety.. and not enough NPCs with dialogue trees that lead somewhere...Also there could have been more NPCs with just..random lore and stories of their own life?...but no... They didnt use that potential

And worst of all... For a game thats supposed to be a Weird West it wasnt weird enough u_u