#brain ramblings

[annchanorsomethin]

I may or may not have lost my sanity since the first trailer for The Bad Guys 2 came out. Literally been brimming with thoughts and theories for almost a week now and dying inside because everyone I'm annoying with this I do not want to spoil lol. But creativity has struck me so after 2 years here I am again :)

The artwork and some brain ramblings will be under the cut since I got at least three people following me that I don't want to spoil what's coming

So here we go :)

"You seem to have forgotten why you are here... PRINCE"

I've been wondering for a while now how his disguise actually works and how the movie will handle it. Personally, I think it could go one of two ways. Either it's essentially a suit like in the books with all his limbs stuffed inside or a disguise he morphed himself into. And while the first one seems more likely, and I don't mind either being true, I found the second option quite interesting in a design and logic aspect, especially when considering his appearances from the first movie.

When he actually does walk around in a costume, we can see that his whiskers poke out. Flaw in the costume? A device for foreshadowing? Perhaps. But maybe, if his disguise was actually a meticulously crafted and trained on appearance, he doesn't even turn the small details of his disguise off, due to doing it subconsciously at this point.

His hair also behaves quite odd if it were just essentially a body suit, as it morphs with how he likes to appear - either neat and innocent or frazzled and crazy. Additionally his hair during his reveal does match the squiggles of tentacles quite a little bit, no?

Besides, there might be a reason why he wasn't shown at all in the trailer. Maybe he doesn't quite look like he used to... I like to think that his disguise is starting to falter after his defeat. He isn't seen as the innocent little piggy anymore and we all know what's coming after his reveal, so why keep up appearances? The way I drew him depicts this process, the crumbling of his disguise. His true colours start showing through, he doesn't bother concealing it anymore. Although maybe, he clings on a little bit after all, just as long as he is conspiring with a certain someone to achieve his goals from the dark, but it's all slowly falling apart...

But who knows, I might just be talking crazy :) So long we can only wait for the next trailer and the movie itself to see what will be his entire deal...

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[bubonicbirb66]

Do y'all think Odysseus made graves from sticks for his fallen crew when he was on Calypso's Island BC he never got a chance to bury them on the journey

[sircocas]

as someone who is coming back around to the 2000s emo music, it is so bizarre how PatD evolved

they went from doing, well, whatever they were doing in 2006, to collaborating with DISNEY on a credits song for a DISNEY PRINCESS MOVIE

FOB also had weird collabs as time went on but at least theirs make more sense, they're not working with the Soulless Corporation (tm)

(that or my bias to FOB is noticeable because they were basically the only stuff i listened to in highschool)

[temporalteardrop]

bass makes a dollar. i make a dime. that's why i think about lesbian sex on company time

[lord-m]

pathetic isn’t really a word I‘d use for colin bridgerton. simon rather dying than marrying daphne was pathetic. anthony going through with marrying edwina until SHE mustered the courage to call everything off was pathetic.

colin contemplating his feelings, calling out his male acquaintances for their chauvinism, seeking advice from his mother and then immediately taking action and putting himself out there without even knowing if his feelings are reciprocated is the complete opposite of pathetic. that requires a whole lot of bravery.

[lazylittledragon]

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

[kalicocal]

the moment vi realised caitlyn's the love of her life

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

POV: you're into STEM/research and something happened in your field of work that gave you trauma and memory issues.

[chronicowboy]

[o0kawaii0o]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING 🗣🗣🗣

[la-pheacienne]

I'm reading the lord of the rings and I'm once again amazed at how... good most characters are. Like, they are genuinely good people. They are a bunch of kindhearted, gracious, caring people, coming together under adverse circumstances and trying to figure things out and find a solution and support each other through it all. Like Frodo and Sam meet Faramir and Faramir is a bit suspicious at first and kind of implies Frodo may be a spy, and then when he hears his story and he's like Frodo, I pressed you so hard at first. Forgive me! It was unwise in such an hour and place. And this blows.my.mind. He wasn't even particularly mean or threatening to him in the beginning, he's just such a kind, considerate man, recognizing the kindness and honesty of another man. And they're all like that. Even Gollum starts slowly changing (for a short while) when he encounters Frodo because that's the thing about kindness and humility and grace, they are contagious. They transform people, even a creature like Gollum cannot be immune to that. Like, you may consider all this simple and basic and I get it but, hear me out. It is quite rare to see that in modern media and it is also pretty difficult to pull off in a way that is not corny and simplistic. It is mind blowing that you actually don't have to present the entire palette of human cruelty and vice in order to tell a compelling story, contrary to popular belief. Lotr does the exact opposite, and it is just beautiful and it warms my heart. Especially taking into consideration tolkien's pretty grim growing-up experience, him being a double orphan without a home, raised between an orphanage and a priest and having no family apart from his brother and then the war and then he almost dies and then he's poor as hell and then a second war and it all makes sense somehow. He writes to his wife who is also an orphan two days before the marriage "the next few years will bring us joy and content and love and sweetness such as could not be if we hadn't first been two homeless children and had found one another after long waiting" and, yes, yes! The love and sweetness just radiate from his work, the entire lotr series is a little radiant bubble of hope and love and grace that he imagined in his head to deal with a dismal reality and then he just gave that to the world, and isn't that what imagination and art is all about after all?

[balimaria]

one day, I will set this right

[piecesofbrokenrecollections]

AJ: AA is 50% Apollo trying too hard to sound cool in front of Klavier and 50% Klavier twirling his hair in reaction to it

[puppyeared]

isat playthrough moodboard

[biboomerangboi]

Obsessed with the idea of Xie Lian getting his spiritual powers back and not really using them outside of like subconscious actions. Like in a fight he spent 800 years just straight up throwing hands so it doesn’t really occur to him to use it. But because he’s literally stuffed full of spiritual energy it just results in Puqi Shrine becoming the fairies house in Sleeping Beauty. Like there’s a pot stirring itself while truly toxic ingredients are added to a soup. The floor is being sweeped by a broken broom. The laundry is being done automatically meaning all his white robes are now a faint pink. Hua Cheng is sitting in the bed grinning fondly at the chaos around him. Meanwhile Xie Lian is just sitting outside sorting out his junk piles to see if he can find the pretty comb he wanted to give his husband and thinking of the chores he has to do today because they didn’t leave the bed until noon.

[moltengoldveins]

something about the idea that c!tommy, at the end of things, dyes his hair pink. He lets it grow out, braids it back once it gets to the point where just throwing a hat on won’t fix it anymore, and one day he looks in the mirror and sees Techno staring back at him. Just for a split second, he’s there in the glass, and it’s like a bolt of lightning, Tommy scrambling through his chests looking for pink dye or flowers or something. The first dye job is atrocious but he keeps trying, keeps mixing red and white and blush pink until he gets that exact damn shade, the one he used to wonder why Techno kept at all. It was a liability, he thought, a bright, recognizable color even in darkness. Now, every two weeks, he sits on a stool in his bathroom and paints his roots and smiles at his brother in the mirror. He wears sweaters, now, too, big baggy ones under great leather overcoats to keep out the rain. And if he pulls that one thread on the cuff of every coat that was always loose on Wilbur’s jackets because he’d scrape his guitar calluses against the hem, then that’s nobody’s business but his own. He keeps a brimmed hat for when he goes into town, something kind and green, to shade his eyes and hide the fact that he hasn’t washed his hair in a few days and the roots are starting to grow out white and gold. He feeds the crows and they whirl and tumble around him like leaves in the wind, though he can’t understand what they chatter to him. He walks with a cane, he sings as he works, he carries the Ax of Peace.

At the end of it, he is the last and best of them all. He is every good part of them, held like a passed torch after they’ve gone away. He is not quite happy yet, but he is getting there. And honestly? He’s the spitting image of Technoblade.