#classifying characters

[a-small-safe-place]

Homelander x SingleMom!Reader

Building a Family

Homelander was walking to the daycare inside Vought. He did not think he would ever have to come down here, but he couldn't leave Ryan alone, and Ryan expressed clear displeasure about having to sit in Ashley's office. Ryan complained that Ashley smelled weird. Homelander understood what his son meant. Ashley consistently reeked of anxiety and fear. Of course, Ryan wouldn't recognize those smells; he was only ten years old. Homelander felt a pang of jealousy at Ryan's childhood innocence. He never had that opportunity. Dr. Vogelbaum and the rest of the scientists who raised him in the lab made sure of that.

Homelander entered the daycare area, and the few children left were chattering away. A little girl wearing a Homelander shirt ran up to him, giggling and reaching for him as if she wanted to be picked up. Homelander brushed past the girl and headed to the area for older children. Ryan walked over with a shy and somewhat awkward smile on his face. Homelander asked, "Hey, buddy, are you ready to head back up?" Ryan didn't say anything; he just nodded in response. Homelander understood that Ryan was probably overstimulated from being around screaming kids all day.

As they were walking out of the daycare are Homelander noticed the little girl from earlier hugging onto your leg while you chat with a daycare attendant. He recognized you as one of the top professionals on Vought's legal team. You were attractive, for a human, but you were still a human, even though your non-disclosure agreements had practically saved the image of the Seven. The little girl spotted Homelander and ran to him, clinging to his leg. You quickly scolded the girl, saying, "Sweetie, get off of him!" Homelander flashed his classic smile and lifted the little girl off his leg, while Ryan watched, somewhat annoyed and eager to go home. Homelander reassured you, saying, "It's alright; I'm glad to see I'm still popular with the kids."

You reached out for your daughter, saying, "She just really likes you. She has one of those huggable Homelander dolls and sleeps with it every night." Ryan quietly asks his dad if they can leave. Homelander seemed amused by your young daughter being a big fan of his and replied, "Oh, really? She must be my biggest fan, then." Homelander waved dismissively at you and your daughter, saying, "You two ladies have a nice night."

That night, Homelander thought about you. Perhaps you were more attractive than he had initially thought, and he couldn't help but notice your good physique. Even if you were just a human you could still be useful. You clearly possessed some good qualities and had the aptitude to be a good mother for Ryan if the situation arose. He decided to keep an eye out for you because he couldn't afford to appear desperate and let you know he was attracted to you. After all, he was Homelander, and you should come to him. However, your presence began to consume his senses and thoughts.

He smelled your perfume and your natural scent in the halls of Vought, heard your voice above all others, and occasionally saw you through the floors, unintentionally getting an up-skirt view when he used his X-ray vision to look up through the floors in your office. But you weren't showing any interest in him, which irked him more than anything. Homelander considered himself a god, and he believed that any woman would want him if given the chance. So, why weren't you pursuing him or trying to arrange to see him again when picking up your daughter from daycare?

Fed up with the situation, he stormed into your office. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked in an aggressive tone. You responded with uncertainty, "Sorry?" not sure what he was talking about.

"Don't play fucking cute. You've been avoiding me. Are you a lesbian? Or, God forbid, celibate?" Homelander inquired with furrowed brows. You didn't know how to respond. This man had the power to do terrible things, and saying the wrong thing could be disastrous for you and your daughter. Homelander continued, "I can't believe a woman like you is passing up the chance with someone like me. We're not even in the same league. No, I won't accept it. I'm coming to your house tomorrow, and we're having a date. Find a sitter for your daughter; just make sure she's not there. Nothing ruins the mood more than a child running around. If things go well, we can introduce our children to each other at the right time and become one big happy family."

With that, he left, without asking for your address or inquiring about your relationship status. You were shaken up, but at least you were still alive.

[chaoticnerdsstuff]

Red has a higher rank than Chloe😭 Her villainy was less than a minute. I'm crying??

[lazycranberrydoodles]

honoring my 13 year old self by drawing gabriel reyes in 2024

[ninjigma]

Yautja Jedi Master Pia’itzi

Recovering from a real rough patch but hoping to be well enough to join in on Jedi June, which I figured meant it was about time to share my Jedi OC that I’ve been hiding a bit.

Always really nervous about OC sharing and such; but it has honestly been really fun designing this character and slowly making sketches to expand on him, and his life as a Jedi (plus my own headcannons and world building for the Yautja themselves hehe). So… I guess here is the first piece of the puzzle, a quick character sheet that I have been using for reference on the Jedi June art :3

Hope you enjoy! And if you have questions feel free to ask

[bloobydabloob]

When you answered the ask asking about your art style (which is a post I keep looking back on bc what you have to say is very interesting) in one of your screenshots of you talking you mention something about how most if not all of your symbolism is self referent and I was wondering what you meant by that!

Hellloooo. I’m glad you found my ranting interesting. Here is some Dirk art I’m probably never going to finish for your troubles.

What I meant by that when talking about any symbolism in my art is that it doesn’t reference outside sources - e.g. where some art might use something like religious concepts, animals, real life events to represent ideas, I tend to use things more like colors, contrasting objects, composition. That sort of thing. So things that are inherently a part of the work itself rather than connections to the real world. If I ever do use symbolism otherwise, it’s usually comic related even still. Although I have done pieces with religious symbolism before too, haha.

I don’t know how to describe it other than “self referential” because I’m not really sure what else to classify that sort of symbolism as. Just… artistic maybe? Non literal? I couldn’t say. I think it all basically just goes along with the majority of my art nowadays being more figurative than literal. Sorry if this doesn’t explain it very well. It’s also funny to think that anyone is “Looking back” on any of my texts posts though, haha. To me I feel like I am just dumping my words on my poor followers. Surprising. Thank you for reading.

[flare-dragon]

Question for those who wanna response: When's the last time you saw any media where any of the characters (major, minor, or extra) were known to be deaf?

(Bonus question: Who was the character and from what media did they originate from?)

[anticidic]

keep thinking about that Chuuya in crocs fanart, and now I'm like...

what about younger Dazai in crocs trying not to cry because they're so ugly but he's fighting the urge because they ARE comfy especially compared to having to break in a new pair of dress shoes

Dazai attending an executive meeting held by Mori in crocs because he really just Doesn't Care. you see him all dressed up in his suit, then as you look down, you just see a pair of crocs

[ckret2]

"Haha what if Agent Powers unknowingly has a one-sided crush on human Bill" is all fun and games until I realize there's enough material there to support a whole subplot.

Bill doesn't want the X-Files squad to haul him to Area 51. The Pines don't want to get arrested for any Stan-or-Ford-related federal crimes. A government agent in town for unknown purposes is a common enemy. They need... a spy.

🇺🇸: "... But unfortunately, that's as far as our investigation has gone. No one in our department can crack the code on the documents we've uncovered so far."

⚠️: "Hey, maybe I can help you decode 'em!"

🇺🇸: "Are you... any good at cryptography?"

⚠️: "Am I any good? Why, 'Cipher' is my last name! I'm a wiz at it!"

🇺🇸: "Don't you mean your middle name?"

⚠️: "Yeah, sure, whatever."

🇺🇸: "Why, exactly, have you decided my nickname is 'Bermuda'?"

⚠️: "I'm dropping a hint! I think you'd look nice in Bermuda shorts!"

🇺🇸: "... Oh my."

🇺🇸: "I'm going to miss your beautiful laugh."

⚠️: "Oh, you! Stop it!"

⚠️: "(Don't stop it.)"

A conman can admire a conman who's willing to really commit to the bit.

[lovecoredeity]

a little cat porcelain doll character I stayed up all night drawing. The inspirations for this design are: dolls (duh), a porcelain “tea party” bracelet I made and kintsugi! I didn’t give them clothes because my attempts weren’t going to way i liked. Let me know how you’d dress them!

♡ if you like my art please consider buying me a kofi ♡

[partiallypearl]

her sense of style, it really rocks (lucy stone in the style of claudia kishi)

a/n: this, my friends is the result of a roadtrip to montana, a very bored pearl, and my slight obsession with lucy stone, early 2000s pop punk, and how female characters get mistreated in childrens tv shows. trigger warning for mention of beau being a jerk (him trying to take things too far and lucy saying no), parental neglect, and general teen angst.

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @raging-violets @ceruleanmusings @zackmartin @fiyero3305 @icegirl2772 @selangkir @cant-get-enough-btr-forever @bishounenbtr

lucy stone finds the linda lindas when she’s 12 and has a realization of “oh. that’s what i want to be”.

she spends the next 6 years playing the dutiful daughter her parents want while listening to paramore and all time low and sleeping with sirens in between piano, violin and cello classes.

she dates beau because her mom keeps talking about how nice that lillis boy is, and how she’s so sad that lucy doesn’t have a nice sweet boyfriend like him.

the first time beau tries to take things further than lucy’s comfortable with, she goes home and listens to avril lavigne’s don’t tell me, on repeat for two hours.

she never tells her mom what happened that time. or the next.

she stays with him because honestly in their small town, he’s the only boy she really feels comfortable with, and because breaking up with a lillis boy is like dumping a kennedy - you just don’t do it.

so they play the part of the perfect couple, lucy going to all of his football games and acting like she doesn’t hate how all the cheerleaders fawn over him, and beau going to her violin concerts, acting like he actually cares and isn’t texting whitney cooper from up his block.

the night lucy turns 18, she packs everything she owns into three bags, and looks up directions for the palm woods - a hotel for up and coming stars. she has $2000 in cash, her belongings, and the guitar her wai po bought her for her 14th birthday despite her parents dislike of the instrument.

“you are music itself,” wai po had said in her soft voice. “my lucy. my musician. don’t let your parents hold you back. promise me that.”

and she did. 4 years later, she was fulfilling that promise. no matter what happened.

lucy takes one last look at her childhood and blows a silent kiss to it. she gets into her dad’s old ford F250 lariat, and plugs in a mixtape cd that she had scribbled, lucy’s getaway soundtrack, onto and as she peels out of the drive at 2:38 in the morning, collapsed by aly and aj starts blaring out of the speakers.

she gets to la, a day and a half later. she takes a pit stop at a super 8, and runs into a rite aid and gets cherry red hair dye and a bottle of root beer.

it takes two hours to dye the streaks in her hair, and to make her feel like she can actually go outside with her new look.

she looks in the mirror and sees the red in her hair and her first thought is, i look like me. and that, is what makes her break.

not the fact that she’s 2,342.0 miles from home, or that she never technically broke up with beau or that she’s trying to keep a dead woman’s promise, but that she looks and feels like herself.

she cries for what feels like forever before she shakes her head and begins to pull herself together.

“you are lucy stone.” she tells herself, “rockstar extraordinaire. you’re not lucy from laurens, south carolina anymore. this won’t break you.”

she leaves the super 8 and finds a goodwill two blocks away and spends $250 on a brand new wardrobe. she buys rock band shirts, skinny jeans, and low neck tops that would give her mother a stroke. she buys necklaces to layer, and skull rings.

an older woman, with whispy blonde hair smiles at her in the jewelry aisle. “trying out a new look?” she asks, and lucy bites her lip before nodding. “i wish i had the guts to do that. but an oldster like me? not an option.”

she pauses looking at lucy with a critical eye before she gently places her hand on lucy’s shoulder. “you’ll be okay kid. trust me on that.”

and for some reason lucy does.

[fictionadventurer]

The Long Winter hits very differently in a post-pandemic world. Now it's not just "we almost died because it was such a long, cold winter." It's specifically a story about supply chain issues.

In other books, the Ingalls family could have weathered a snowy winter pretty well. They almost never went to town, and they raised and stocked up enough supplies to get through the whole winter. But in South Dakota, they didn't have time to raise much of a crop their first year there. They lived a mile from town and relied on trains getting through to bring supplies. So they were out of almost everything by Christmas.

Instead of homemade candles, they were burning kerosene--which came by train. Instead of meat they hunted or slaughtered themselves, they were living on salt pork--sent by train. Instead of wood, they had only coal for fuel--which comes by train. And so on and so forth. They relied on a vast shipping infrastructure to bring what they needed, which meant they were out of luck when that supply line was stopped. The problems in this book come not so much from their world being too primitive, but because they relied on it being too advanced. And it all feels very familiar from personal experience.

[kissingrhi]

roman roy who views intimacy like a reward he can’t grasp. it’s unfathomable, a taste he can’t describe or understand. roman roy who needs you to tug him off of your inner thighs by the gelled strands of his hair to feel blood rush to his veins. to feel adrenaline pop into his system the way it should when he thinks about doing more with you. roman roy who begs you to peck at his jawline or graze his pecs — a dog begging for a scrap in his bowl. just eager enough to pant but never enough to latch.

if he feels like he’s running over he goes cold. petulance and crossed arms at his own decision making, slinking away if you try to repair his damage. he knows it’s wrong, sure, and he knows it doesn’t make sense. then again, has he ever been known to care about making sense? he’ll stick to falling over you in the middle of the night haphazardly (as some kind of an apology), and waking up with his arms slung over your torso and going to the bathroom to wash his face and hands. he hates that he has to unstick his flesh from your own, a reminder that he’s something living, something needing of nurturing. he always manages to feel dingy in the luxury of his place, the velvet carpet makes him wince. he shudders at the thought of being something more than a mutt.

[shima-draws]

Shima is it Coralaw 👀👀👀

...................MAYBE

[moeblob]

It's been stormy all day and we lost power and I have no energy take OCs I've been thinking about recently after ignoring them for a long time.

Tremaine (left) and his wonderful and amazing and superb big brother Germaine (right) while Tremaine talks about his brother's best friend because best friends like each other which is a good topic to talk about with the person you admire most! (Germaine then goes to find Motka and accuse him of trying to win over his sweet little brother's heart and how that's really mean to do how dare you betray him like this. Motka just sighs bc it's only the millionth time it's happened)

They're just part of a group based on the layers of hell and hoo boy they are just ... the most codependent siblings to ever sibling probably. It's pretty bad.

[sallymew4]

this pride month: mob is a little bit genderfluid (just a little bit)

btw im gonna be away from my laptop for like a week....so sad

also i totally did the girls' uniform from memory lol

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

wanna ask how you feel about the eridan bpd headcanon/theory(?? not sure what to call it!) you're so good at your character analysis and i'd love to see your outlook on it

Since I don't have a degree or any formal training in psychology, I feel deeply uncomfortable diagnosing characters. I've made an autism joke before but only because I'm on the spectrum. He's definitely traumatized and anxious, but I mean those as descriptors of his behavior rather than capital-D Diagnoses. I try to focus on those when I can - the cause and effect of cognition, self-image, and behavior - and those factors may very well match up with DSM criteria, but I try not to touch an actual diagnosis with a ten foot pole unless the author has explicitly stated that X character has Y condition.