#brotherman

[eze-3]

intro

hiyaaa

as of 11.11 (pieróg emoji) this is a blog dedicated mostly to fan content of games and anime i like! im horribly multifandom lmao

!! i do enjoy an unhealthy amount of degeneracy in my fiction !!

silly games near and dear to my heart

disney twisted-wonderland

genshin impact (lore players unite!)

honkai star rail

cookie run kingdom

valorant

animanga i care for

vanitas no carte

kuroshitsuji

jujutsu kaisen

other..

alien stage...

[just-jae]

[thegreatmingus]

if you're reading this i will choke your flipping lights out. i will throttle you in an unkind manner. don't even test me. i will make you upchuck your dirty lunch. dirty rice? plenty dirty now that it's on the floor. you stupid.

[greaterpaladin]

man idk what it is about overwatch but like. i think i'm pretty chill and noncombative. but some asshole being toxic at me and if i had a driver's license i would genuinely drive to their house and beat them to death with my controller idk

[earthnashes]

Character Illustration Commission for the wonderful Sanyo2100! Thank you so much for commissioning me, brotherman! ;w;

So it's a bit of a running joke in my art community, where saying something along the lines of "I'm giving you creative freedom" is asking for trouble. As in, you tell me I can do what I want with your commission, and I'll end up doing more than what was asked for. 😂

With this one, I was given the job of drawing the lil pragmatic stallion flirting with a lovely lady. Except... well. The lady in question is the monster of the deep. How I depicted that was left to my imagination, so naturally my brain went to "SHIPWRECK????"

Also added the WIP stages of the commission as a lil treat :)

[holywoodelevator]

I would like to apologise to all my mutuals/friends/loved ones I will be watching the last two episodes of midnight mass....

wish me luck brotherman...

[kiras-box]

i haven't seen anyone else comment on it but i think its extremely funny how ADLR was trying to hunt Isa with a rifle presumably used to kill heavy/armored units like MNHR or STAR's. like

you are hunting mice with a cannon brotherman. and you lost.

[crowjodojocasahouse]

this one in particular makes me cackle

Im laughing

[toxooz]

I'm a coward so asking on anon, I saw your archer Ghost and it did things to me and is there like a coffee?? Kofi? Thingy I can send money to for like permission as a phone screensaver thing cause permission is a need and it's just so yummy. Also König gets it, digging holes is fun I do it for work *w*

u can just use it for free brotherman sksksk the only way to for me to get money is thru patreon so i aint worried about it 👍 thx for asking tho!!

[conurecc]

i'll never get how it upsets dudes to find out a hot woman on the internet has a dick

u were never gonna meet her anyway just enjoy the pics brotherman 🤙

[thdramas2]

seeing 'do NOT take inspiration from my designs!!!!1!11!1!!1!' makes me want to take inspiration from them even when they're not inspiring (or inspired) themselves??? brotherman you do not own color pallets, no concept is original, and you need to calm tf down.

/

[fell-is-suffering]

brotherman. does your brother know how to cook? cuz if so, h'bout you gimme piece.

"yup, my brother knows how to cook. and uh, not sure what kinda 'piece' yer talking 'bout pal, but i can give ya some leftovers?" "Sans, You're Not Seriously Giving Them Leftovers Are You?"

[theeternalhost]

You are weird as hell brotherman, what you need is one good and long internet detox

since when is being weird as hell a bad thing? i would hate to be normal. ive been addicted to the internet since i was 5 years old, if you take it out of me i would have withdrawals so severe id die!

[just-jae]

Another little note about Wally

Wally's tone is noticably grimmer in the records than during the supposedly "filmed" or aired recording, and in the videos, that seem like completely off-air interactions (whatever that may mean) he doesn't talk at all. Even the tone of "Duet" the only supposedly off-air example of Wally speaking (that I can recall) is not nearly as chipper and bouncy as on-air.

So there's three distinct personalities the Wally exhibits. The chipper, unaware, innocent Wally, the dead silent barely there Wally, and the 4th-wall-obliterating, evil/angry sounding (for lack of a better term) Wally.

One interpretation is that, The metarecords are possessed Wally, while the Audio recordings are show-persona Wally, and the videos are true Wally.

Another is that the audios are past Wally, The metarecords are present Wally, and the videos glimpse at the connection between the two (the past public image vs the present buried image) showing that there was an internal influence on the progression to its current state.

It could also be that the audio is Wally's persona, the Metarecords are True Wally, and the videos are disassociated Wally or ragdoll Wally.

Also, the Instructions Update is pretty wild, like brotherman just went ham on the stickers.

[thisisjamaica]

The acclaimed writer and poet died aged 65. Here, leading contemporaries pay tribute.

Michael Rosen (British author and poet): ‘He nudged people into seeing the world through the eyes of the oppressed.’

Benjamin was a hero to millions of people all over the world. His mix of poetry, novels, wisdom, humour and sheer presence grabbed us and delighted us. I first saw him when he was starting out in the poetry clubs, dancing a poem about his mother, voicing his poetry in a voice I hadn’t heard before: Brummie-Caribbean. It was an honour and treat to work with him many times over the years, on videos, radio programmes, and when he MC’d an award ceremony run by the British Council for the best examples of English teaching. Then and often elsewhere, he loved reflecting on his journey from being a semi-literate teenager, getting into trouble, to someone feted at the highest levels for his literary achievements and force of personality.

His poetry is full of power, humanity and belief. He was a Rastafarian in belief and practice and loved talking about what that meant to him. I hope he won’t mind me saying that his love of all things living reminded me of William Blake. People will remember him, I’m sure, appearing on Question Time gently and wittily batting experienced politicians to one side with his comments. I once asked him how he did it, how did he encapsulate “big” stuff in such pithy, seemingly simple ways. He said that he imagined himself talking with his mother: how would they talk about it, he said?

He wrote novels for teenagers. Refugee Boy – as it sounds – takes the point of view of a refugee and the struggle that people in his area have of winning him asylum. One of the great moments in the book is when the boy reflects on what “problems” the local British boys seem to have compared with the problems he is going through.

That’s what Benjamin did over and over again, nudge people into seeing the world through the eyes of the oppressed.

Some of his wonderful performances are up online. Please look at them as your way of paying tribute to him. My own personal favourite is Rong Radio. I once asked him where he wrote his poems. He said, “I don’t write them. I make them up in my head when I go running.”

I am devastated by this news. I admired, respected and loved Benjamin and I learned so much from him.

Colin Grant (British author and historian): ‘He was the people’s poet.’

It was raining heavily at the Hay festival 20 years ago when I first saw and was mesmerised by Benjamin Zephaniah. The marquee was filled to the rafters with hundreds of people who it seemed were attending not a literary or racial sacrament but a spiritual one. Rain outside; eternal sunshine within.

Benjamin was the trailblazing epitome not of the reductive “ethnic writer” but of the global majority writer who refused to be categorised. In any event, though kind of ordinary, his uniqueness – a karate, yoga and dominoes-loving Rastafarian poet and storyteller – made it impossible to box him in.

For young black writers, he was the answer to literary gatekeepers who claimed there were no commercial prospects for writing that spoke to social deprivation, marginalisation and racism with a plain-speaking honesty and humour.

There was also the realisation that here was a brotherman who’d been a rascal in his youth but had reinvented himself and been saved by literature; that writing could transform the self as well as readers and listeners.

Benjamin was a one-love Rasta, not guided by any kind of separatism. Today, as some default to silos of separation, his porous writing showed how you could speak to an unimagined cohort with poetry and prose. He was, in essence, what Jamaicans call a “simple sense man”; he spoke to youngsters and elders with the same intensity.

The seeming guilelessness of his writing made some wince and claim he was not a real, learned poet. But when you stopped to listen, or clean your glasses, or dry your eyes, you’d find yourself in the presence of a fierce and fearless emotional intelligence. Benjamin’s spoken and written voice was the expression of a writer who was extraordinary in his ordinariness. He was the people’s poet; a groundbreaker who broke bread with everyone.