#but hey!! evil men.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

RESIDENT EVIL BODY TYPES THE SEQUEL!

part one...!

[idontknowtheend]

guys steven lim is not some crazy super villain controlling them

[geoffrey]

the seperation of lesbians and gay men is a travesty. "why are there so many historic gay bars and only like a handful of lesbian bars in the whole country" why are being gay and lesbian not the same thing in this context. you dont need to fuck everyone at the bar and it is a problem that needs to be addressed if these spaces arent mutually hospitable. and this applies to most gay/lesbian spaces imo

[lemonlimestar]

people mistagging my art is so interesting. helena as cass, given context (helena’s nml bat suit) is like. okay i see it. greta as bart, more confusing, but ig i draw greta like most people draw bart? my bart looks nothing like my greta but if u just saw my post in the wild u wouldn’t know that. i got babs as edward fucking nygma like. 20 minutes ago? okay! i mean it literally has the oracle emblem in the back, and a bat on the computer screen, and she’s in a wheelchair, and there’s not a question mark in sight— actually i honestly don’t get this one. is it bc she’s ginger? i’m so confused

[umhuhwellthen]

Had a realization while mopping the kitchen,

Jotaro is all three of his parents child, because listen

Usagi:

He looks like a carbon copy of the guy and acts similarly to him, same drive, same temper, everyone points these two things out

Kenichi:

I like to make the cuck joke as much as anyone else but let's not forget that he and Jotaro have a real father-son relationship!!!! Jotaro calls him father and loves him like one!!! Kenichi knows Jotaro isn't his and his rival is his sire but doesn't care and loves and raises him anyway!!!! Also I'm pretty sure that Kenichi is always/mostly wearing purple in colored comic issues and what is Jotaro wearing???? Purple!!!!! The symbolism????? Because Usagi may be Jotaro's biodad but he is not the man that raised him, fed him, clothed him, Jotaro is wearing Kenichi's colors!!!! Because he is as much Kenichi's son as Usagi's!!!

Mariko:

obviously he has her ears and nose but also! May be grasping at straws but! His clothes have a pattern like she does and(correct me if I'm wrong) Kenichi doesn't! Kenichi's are plain with only the reigning Lord of the lands Mon and Mariko's and Jotaro's has a design! Similar in how they both love Kenichi but they also love Usagi! Jotaro wants a father-son relationship with Usagi but not at the cost of one with Kenichi! Mariko has affections for both Kenichi and Usagi but it's pretty obvious her feelings for Usagi run deeper than for Kenichi, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love him! Because for all that she loves Usagi, he didn't love her enough to stay and Kenichi did. Even though Kenichi had to leave the Dogora school in shame he still could've been a retainer to a lord like Usagi but instead he stayed! This man raised her child knowing damn well how he came to be and didn't care! Married her knowing she could never return his feelings with the same fervor!

Jotaro loves his parents and wants to respect all their wishes! This poor fucking kid...

[attractthecrows]

man i cannot stop thinking about Revallen finding the bones of his father. cannot fathom why the inquisition would be in coastal Nevarra. but it would be SUCH a gut punch not only for Revallen but also Dorian (the bones of a father that gave his life for his son(isn't that what a father should be?)) and the other companions to a certain extent (you've never seen the Inquisitor this haunted)

I see Revallen recognizing a landmark and just freezing. he doesn't move a muscle for like a solid minute, just staring at [whatever]. the companions are confused and concerned, if Cole is there he starts wigging out. someone asks what's wrong and instead of answering, Revallen takes off in a new direction, leaving the companions to catch up. he's practically barreling through the vegetation, completely ignoring the cries of slow down and Amatus!

Eventually they catch up to him, because he's stopped at the base of a massive, gnarled tree. Hell, it's not even one tree, it's a tangle of several different ones, roots embedded into what looks like a collapsed, rocky hillside. Some of the roots are blackened and sick, dark tendrils reaching up the trunks of the trees twisted together like thread. It's absolutely massive, and Revallen is standing at the base of the rooted stones, staring up towards the canopy. His eyes are hollow, haunted. when they ask him again what's wrong he turns his head to look at them for just a moment. then, wordlessly, he reaches out his hand, and places it on one of the thicker taproots tangled in the stone.

for a long, tense moment, nothing happens. then the taproot starts to move. a few pebbles fall. smaller, thinner wisps of root begin to smoke, resisting Revallen's mana, and then withdraw. Slowly, haltingly, the roots release their grip on the stones, revealing not a hillside but a collapsed cave entrance. Revallen pulls down one of the stones, and the rest follow, lacking the tension to hold them in place. then he steps into the cave.

there are signs of an old fight. darkspawn weapons and armor, and their blighted bones. against one of the cave walls is a semicircle of clear ground, roots reaching towards a skeleton in the center, clad in rotting Keeper's robes.

Revallen heads straight for the skeleton. He kneels next to it, and the companions enter the cave to his whispered elvish prayers.

They hang back, uneasy. One of them tentatively asks what happened here. Revallen reaches forward and picks up the skull from where it had fallen off the neck, holding it in both hands to peer into its empty sockets.

"During the Blight," he says quietly, "Keeper Dirennen made his last stand here. Darkspawn were starting to appear from this cave, from a single connection to the Deep Roads. Dirennen baited them, and when they were focused on him, he collapsed the entrance and sealed it. He was a gifted adahl'eralan - that tree outside was his doing. He gave his life to protect his clan."

"How do you know this?"

"I watched it happen." He shifts the skull to one hand to count on his fingers. "I was... 16 at the time. The last thing he did before this stand was carve my vallaslin."

"Your vallaslin? He was your Keeper?"

"No," Revallen stands, still holding the skull as if it were made of spun glass. "He was my father."

Then he turns and exits the cave.

do they follow? I mean, they must - he's the Inquisitor. but this is so sudden, so private. Dorian, at least, follows without question. he's never seen Revallen like this, and it worries him.

outside, Revallen is digging a hole at the base of the twisted tree, clawing through the dirt with his bare hands. His father's skull is set beside him on one of the taproots, watching the proceedings with its skeletal grin.

Dorian kneels beside him and places a gentle hand on his back. Revallen starts a little, but relaxes when he sees who it is. "Are you all right, Amatus?"

"Yes," Revallen says automatically, "no. I don't know. I never expected to set foot here again." He sits back, his filthy hands in his lap, and stares at the skull for a long, heavy moment. Then he lifts it tenderly off of the root and sets it in the hole, facing the sky.

"Is there anything we should do for him?" Dorian asks quietly.

Revallen sighs, rubbing an eye with the back of his hand. "Normally, we bury our dead with oaken staff and a branch of cedar, to help them on their journey and keep away Fear and Deceit. Then we plant a tree over their grave. But I have neither staff nor cedar branch, so this will have to do."

He scoops a handful of dirt into the makeshift grave. Dorian nods and does the same, and together, the pair of them bury the skull of Revallen's father.

"Hahren na melana sahlin," Revallen murmurs, pushing his fingers into the loose dirt, holding a seed. "Emma ir abelas. Souver'inan isala hamin, vhenan him dor'felas. In din'an na revas. Vir sulahn'nehn, vir dirthera. Vir samahl la numin. Vir lath sa'vunin."

A pulse of mana flows from Revallen's fingers into the seed, which sprouts, pushing up through the loose soil and growing rapidly to the size of a ten-year-old tree.

"Now that is an impressive bit of magic, if I do say so."

Revallen stands, brushing the dirt off his knees. "I'm not as good as my father was."

"He sounds like quite the man." Dorian looks up at the twisted column of trees, towering over the silver birch Revallen just sprouted. "What was that you called him earlier? Adahl..."

"Adahl'eralan."

"What does that mean?"

Revallen considers his answer as he digs some of the dirt from beneath his fingernails. "I think it'd be 'xylomancer', mage of trees. He could make the trees walk. In places where the Veil is thin, he could even make them sing."

"That's incredible. I wish I could have met him."

Revallen looks at him, then reaches out to stroke his cheek with the back of his finger. "I think he would have liked you," he says with a gentle smile.

[tmos-time]

this is a reminder to block "terf safe" "terfblr" "radblr" "op is a terf" "terfs interact" etc in your blocked tags so you dont accidentally put their weird "us girls get tormented for being the weak baby stupid gender!! :(((" type posts on your blog lol

[skadream]

the "men are all evil" thing is especially insidious at least to me because. when have you not heard a woman say something like that at least once. i said stuff like that its what made me not want to transition. and some people try to somehow spin that to be inclusive like "trans men are actually included in my righteous hatred of men <3" like thanks i guess??? but its still gender essentialism its still turning toward the type of us vs them mentality that leads directly into fascism

[yuichiroswife]

{ Despite me not originally liking or caring for Prompto from Final Fantasy XV, the funky little guy somehow became my favorite character in the game (if we exclude Noctis anyway). The dude is literally me with how he behaves and feels which was probably the main reason why I disliked him originally (cause I generally hate being reminded of myself).

He's such a cute and friendly guy who just wants to fit in so badly with his friends that he just thinks the worst of himself. I honestly would have killed to have a friend like that when I was growing up as a child. He's so absolutely loyal to Noctis, Gladiolus, and Ignis and I love that. I love their friendship, it's just so genuine. }

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

resident evil body types... :3

[ikomahis]

ashura from rg veda manga gives me mairon (sauron) in his beautiful original maia form feels (minus redhair </3)

not to mention both kinda get evil in the end so,,

damn i wish i can draw him in those poses w all of his 'lovers' (ahem people he seduced) haha

bonus <3

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

me: men are suffering from patriarchy too and deserve to be protected

sillygirl.txt in my notes: >:( no they've hurt me personally

me: ok but not every man has hurt you and not every man will. some men are good and nice

sillygirl.txt: ok but where are they

me: everywhere! heres some examples of nice men in my life

sillygirl.txt: >:( i bet they all watch evil porn

....... im starting to see why you might not be meeting many nice people. completely regardless of gender lmfao

[tinkkles]

One of my least favorite things about the current state of the Internet is how ppl have become conditioned to the idea that entertainment should always be free and that it is somehow malicious and greedy for an independent creator to directly ask their audience to pay for a product that they work full time to create instead of relying on unpredictable and unstable income from a nebulous advertiser market that is actively dying

[hartlow]

Being sooo brave rn (<- saw someone being wrong on the internet and did not engage with them)

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

trying to gently explain to someone that you do not make an oc for a decades-old thing that has one of the most autistic and lore-entrenched fanbases without being willing to do either 1) a cursory wiki skim beforehand about the extensively well-established canon you're supposedly building your character off of, or 2) prepare for people to Not Like Or Understand What You're Going For, Here

tl;dr if you wanna do an alternate interpretation of a d&d god (and llolth??? being a sad misunderstood and distant power who didn't want any murdering done in her name????? and Personally treats a *male* cleric well???? is Definitely an alternate interpretation) then...make your own setting and write or DM for it?? instead of being mad that other people would share lore with you bc what you've come up with directly contradicts the canon that everyone else is going by???

[waffliesinyoface]

extremely extremely dumb crack fic idea: after the finale of yugioh, zorc has been banished for good, but bakura’s soul is still. kinda just glued to the ring. not entirely because of the inherent evil nature of the millennium items, but moreso because “fuck you guys this ring is mine.” He’s not really bound to it so much as he’s haunting it because it’s his and what kind of thief king gives back the things he’s stolen??

anyways. the millennium items get lost in the finale, so in this version they get lost lost. They didn’t just fall into a hole in the earth, they fell into [???].

Which basically means that, for contrived plot reasons, the millennium ring + the soul of one Feral Bastard Man wind up in the FMA universe. Alchemy is fun, but what about shadow magic???