#he's such a massive asshole and i love him for that

[hamstyandfriends]

Inktober #27: Beast

I actually wanted to draw him for Demon too, but the plans changed a bit. So now he has both his parents and himself!!

[jade-of-mourning]

sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)

[yujeong]

no but the fact that korn would shoot win in that instant after knowing they're fucking behind him woah 😮 🙏🏻

Anon, I won't say much about this, I'll just proceed to copy and paste the words I sent to some friends about this specific moment and call it a day: HE UNDERSTOOD HOW FUCKED UP THE WHOLE SITUATION IS, HE UNDERSTOOD WHY TONKLA DID EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING, HE EVEN UNDERSTOOD THE CHEATING BECAUSE HELL, HE BARELY PAID ATTENTION TO HIM, HE KNOWS, HE APOLOGIZED FOR IT, HE HAD FASAI ON THE SIDE, SO OF COURSE HE'D TURN HIS GUN ON WIN, HE'S THE EASIEST OUTLET FOR HIS FRUSTRATION, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, THIS FUCKING SHOOOOOOOOOW!!!!

[lyionly]

DRDT S2 CH15 SPOILERS BELOW!!

okay I don't want this so sound silly but

I can't stop thinking about how Ace is more similar to a horse used for racing, than the jockey.

How he's just like a horse being controlled by something or someone else, with no say in it whatsoever. How he lashes out when his fear turns into anger and hostility. How he is constantly undervalued and overlooked, even tho he works hard (as said by Levi and Charles themselves - being a jockey is a very hard profession). How he would have to fight tooth-and-nail to have at least a shred of dignity left but instead chooses to be ridiculed because he just wants to survive.

How he said that everytime there was a race incoming, he felt like if he didn't win he'd DIE and was the only thing that motivated him. How the races were more important to him than his own health. How he didn't even want to be a jockey, but it was the only thing he felt he was good at.

How now that he lost this race, injured and too tired to even scream anymore, he's gonna die. Like a horse with a broken leg getting shot.

Can't stop thinking about how despite reminding me so much of a cornered animal, with all of his flaws and insecurities he's so painfully human at the end of the day.

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

HE CAN DO BOTH

[embras-grace]

It's time to rant about my human in Palia: Ori Tian

He is awful and I love him. You can learn more about my human under the cut! This information is not spoiler free as his character changes over time as we learn more about the world.

Ori Tian || He/Him They/Them || 29-30 || The Watcher

Ori's history makes more sense with a few key points (some of which are spoilers you learn when talking to folks/exploring the world):

Kilima was built on the ruins of an ancient human school (I think of it as a university)

The ruins were where humans were forced to go by the human king (the Fire Temple lore) where it seems they were getting more and more ridiculous orders. I consider this to be when humanity's downfall was fast approaching.

The disaster that killed the humans was not just Flow (which I see as a global warming metaphor) but also an attack from Shadow Creatures (the Library you unlock with Jina).

The human downfall took hundreds if not thousands of years until they finally died out. They didn't go out with a bang, but with a painful whimper.

All humans have innate magical abilities. Some humans spend their whole lives learning how to tap into them, others are born with a close connection.

--

Human Life

Ori was a professor at the university and the dean of the humanities department which happened to be part of the school's administration. Their specialty was ethics and mortality, especially when it came to magic and Flow. They helped students organize various clubs and organizations inside the school, as well as supporting them during walk-outs or demonstrations against the king for trying to force people into "safety areas" to "wait out the danger" instead of facing the problem head on and cleaning up the mess humans had made that was destroying their world.

To students, Ori was known as the laid-back professor who was easy to talk to, but who wasn't afraid to talk back and be firm when needed. His tests were hell on earth but his classes were fun to those interested in a good-natured debate of philosophical principles and theories. He took it easy, but he took it.

To fellow professors and adults, Ori was a belligerent and sometimes down-right rude person. He had no problem calling people out for acting immature or acting ridiculous given certain circumstance (despite being hypocritical at times as a very hyper person themselves). The amount of fist-fights Ori has gotten into in university board meetings was too many too count.

He was outspoken against the king and didn't bother to hide his politics, which put them in a lot of danger. But Ori had one special thing that kept them safe from a great majority of threats: magic.

Ori was born with a natural affinity for fire magic and his anger could become explosive (literally). His flames were hot enough to melt iron and--when incredibly agitated--he could make anything he touched spontaneously combust. Yet this natural affinity came with a strict control he tried to keep tamped down... except when he couldn't in arguments. Fire brimming at the edges of his clothes (they never really caught on fire--clothes are expensive!) and his hair becoming bright flames. It's no wonder he was considered one of Embra's chosen.

On top of being a professor, a dean, and an activist Ori also managed the Phoenix Shrine. He was the primary caretaker, although he was as close to secular as someone could get in Palia. Is Embra real? Yes. Is she a goddess? Sure, why not. Does that mean you can't argue with her and have to accept everything she says or does? No fucking way!!! Ori is whatever the equivalent of a Jew is in Palia and he is very proud of his heritage, traditions, and beliefs.

His best friend was a kitsuu who followed him around the university and joined him on a lot of his routines for the temple. They could never be separated, his friend bringing him gifts from the natural world and Ori returning the favor with food and shiny things. His other close friend was Einar--who remembers Ori and what Ori did when he died.

Ori's death happened when the Shadow Creatures attacked the school. Many had already been moved to the temples, but Ori had stayed outside to protect the students that didn't want to go yet. When the evacuation order came to get everyone to safety, Ori was left at what is now known as the Mirror Pond Ruins.

When the last students were fleeing into the library--unable to get to the Water Ruins, Ori stood as the last guard to buy them time to lock the door. His magic was always explosive and he gave the Shadow Creatures the best show he could: he immolated himself in a massive explosion to protect the students he swore to protect. Taking out any Shadow Creatures in the nearby vicinity.

The only thing left behind was a pendant.

--

Kilima Life

Ori doesn't remember anything after being reincarnated. At first when he woke up Jina had to walk him through a lot of things, but slowly some stuff started coming back to him. His traditions, his knowledge of what he once studied, his love of researching, his hatred of authoritarian governments and anyone that bans or burns books, and intolerance for adults acting like immature brats.

He's slowly remembering some recipes he used to cook (thanks to Reth's help), other human languages he learned, more about life for humans, but a lot of it is very fuzzy and comes back slowly.

Still, though, he doesn't recognize the kitsuu who had great fun trying to get his attention with the help of Tau and can't comprehend why they keep little him little presents every day... and he doesn't remember his old friend Einar. Maybe it'll come back eventually, but there is one thing he is starting to remember...

Magic.

And he won't let the Order take it from him.

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

I've only had Jonas for 6 episodes, but if anything happens to him... etc etc

[lesbonoi]

the "otto killed violet on accident via botched tracheotomy and mycroft bribed the judge to prosecute as murder" is still my favorite ending for a lot of reasons (i personally think it makes the most sense and i think you can still have the other conclusions in the other endings work w it too e.g. sherlock giving his mom the drug plus richter sedating her when she was attacking him = allergic reaction. hence tracheotomy. and i like that mycroft narrates the slides at the end of it). but if im honest i think my favorite part is mycroft still arguing with sherlock while he has a gun pointed at his face

[gen-is-gone]

hrgh every time I think I've come close to forgiving lance fucking parkin I skim the gallifrey chronicles. and then I remember the Horrors.

[boxwinebaddie]

hi uncle nina! it's my birthday today and u don't have but will u pretty plz consider reposting that part of ch6 of rm where raven in on the phone with kenny b4 his hate with jers? i thought it was super cute and i really wanted to read it :3

awwww, happy birthday, darling! i hope it's as lovely as you are!

and i--sigh.

okay.

i hate complicated feelings surrounding chapter six ( aka the introduction to the iconique ravesey hate that i deleted from stress ) because i actually did love it...i just rushed the hell out of it, didn't plan it out very well and it was a mess. it could have been a lot better.

part of why i deleted it was actually because of that ravenstan/kenny phonecall because i felt worried that i revealed too much about how not cool and actually boy-failure-y stan was too early and could have kept the suspense going longer but aaaaaa i just wanted y'all to see how CUTE he was, like??? and how nervous! AAAA!!!

buuut considering the cat has been out of the bag, or rather, the raven has flown the nest for some time now...and it's the beauteous day you were born...i will humbly present you with this b-day present in the form of my incompetent idiot girl ramblings/writings, though, i fear it is not at all as grand the gift of your life is.

so, without further ado darlings, here is the endearing, embarrassing phone call ( it was over discord actually ) that ravenstan had with kenny prior to showing up to blondie's for his little hate-date with jerseykyle. it's a mess and unedited, but regardless, please know that from whatever hurts or harms you, i hope you heal, please rem(ember) to smile, pendejos,

and to now, as always, angels:

please enjoy the very, very...

worst part of your day. ;)

-uncle nina <333

[they-hermes]

for all the shit i give taao at least it gave me blast offs stupid one sided crush on onslaught. that shit has done detrimental effects to my brain its just sooo good and insane im obsessed with it. just think about the possibilities with blast off og personality.

[saeraas]

fire emblem engage fell xenologue dlc literally added fire emblem goro akechi???

[petrichorium]

The fav I have the most frequent (and most intense) fights with is actually jing yuan btw

[silverselfshippingchaos]

sleepy... (totally didn't stay up playing f.f8 because I have a crush)

[fagcrisis]

it is wildly annoying when people in my dnd group refuse to engage w the campaign on its level like my sister is doing so much work with this world!! and like, we have jokey characters im literally playing an amnesiac zombie and we have a tiefling pc whose main motivation is killing everyone he encounters but sometimes the centaur named hehehem is having a deep discussion with a monk about his anger issues and thats NOT the moment you start being fantasy racist??

[neonpaperlanterns]

Addicted to this

Chapter One: Maybe it was this

[Part Two] [Part Three]

(A/N: I can not help myself but write stories for horrible men.)

Felix didn’t know exactly when it happened. Didn’t really know how it happened either but it was easier to speculate on the when instead of the how.

Maybe it happened when some faceless Federal nobody got lucky. When this unimportant expendable jackass was able to graze his side with a bullet before he put one between his eyes. Watching that carbon copy drop dead was satisfying but ooh did that sting. He didn’t know what hurt more his side or his pride.

But it did get him a one way ticket to the infirmary where the tired eyes of one of the remaining doctors looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered. He was the center of her universe. He was everything to her in that moment. She spoke to him so softly and handled him like he was made of glass.

It was laughable and he would have laughed if she hadn’t finished her work and ushered him out just as quickly as he got there. He was given strict instructions to come back tomorrow so she could check for infection.

Maybe he went back to the infirmary like a good boy. Maybe he tried to be friendly and lay on the charm.

And maybe this all happened because even when the sweetest words dripped from his mouth like honey she didn’t look at him like before. She smiled and hummed but she wasn’t really listening to him. She wasn’t seeing him. This second time around he was just another face. Just a routine. 

Felix wasn’t her world, he was her norm.

He wasn’t deterred of course. Annoyed though, so very very annoyed but not deterred. Really he liked a challenge. Everyone else in the New Republic was so easy so truly this was a breath of fresh air. She wanted to make him work for it? She wanted to play a cute little game of cat and mouse? Oh he would happily oblige. 

He would have her wrapped around his finger by the end of the day. He was sure of it.

So when he went strutting into her office, helmet off and sporting a mostly fake pained smile he was confident he would have her eating out of the palm of his hand. She wouldn't be ushering him out at the end of this. She would beg him to stay.

“Hey Doc.” leaning against the counter with his hip cocked he watched as she stiffened. She hadn’t been expecting anyone that much was obvious.

“Oh hello. Is something the matter?” Straight to business, he had expected that. He had planned for that. Gently resting his hand on his side he let a grimace play across his face. 

“My side hurts. I think something went wrong.” It wasn’t an entire lie. He may have messed around with his injury just a little bit. Not enough to reopen it but enough to warrant a look from a particular doctor. He watched how her eyes narrowed as she gestured to the cot closest to her desk.

“Alright remove your chest armor and I will have a look.” She sounded so professional as she turned from him to wash her hands. Almost giddy he stripped himself of his armor but stopped at his undersuit. Pausing he had to stop a smirk from stretching across his face.

“Oh ow. Uh can you help with this? It hurts.” He jutted out his lower lip for good measure. It didn’t get the reaction he had wanted but the good doctor helped him unzip his suit anyways.

“Okay please lay down and rest your left arm by your head.” Felix diligently followed directions stretching maybe just a bit too far to show off. The cool feel of latex made goosebumps prickle along his skin. He could feel how delicate she was treating him. 

It was amusing.

He has done awful horrible things and he would and will do more awful horrible things but here was someone who was treating him as if he could break.

It was cute.

Flinching a bit at the gentle prodding he let out a small hiss. It did sting even if just a little. Passively he felt her give a curt but careful pat against his waist. A mumbled apology made its way past her lips but she didn’t look up from what she was doing.

“Eh it’s alright. Though if you want to make it up to me, I didn’t get your name last time I was in.” This seemed to catch the doctor's attention. The faintest hint of a blush dusted along high cheekbones.

“Oh I’m sorry it must have slipped my mind.” She glanced up at him and for a fraction of a moment he was her world again. For just a second he was her blazing sun. But it was a fleeting glance and he was back to being just another face.

“Pardon me for being rude. I’m Doctor Charlotte Rose.”

Charlotte Rose.

Felix rolled her name around in his mind. It settled comfortably alongside her face in his thoughts.

“It’s nice to properly meet you Charlie.” He let his voice take on a teasing lit. He expected to see the blush on her cheeks darken. He thought she would laugh and relax. Shoulders untensing and all her attention solely focused on him.

But. She. Didn’t.

Her face had returned to being neutral. The dusting of red absent from her face. 

“Dr. Rose.” She corrected and dismissed him without hesitation. Blinking dumbly he felt his jaw go slightly slack. 

“Okay so it’s nothing serious. I replaced the bandages and be more careful when interacting with the wound.” Charlie spoke assertively but distantly. She helped him get his arms back into his undersuit. It was impersonal. He was just another patient. He wasn’t her universe. 

Then she was ushering him out with a half hearted ‘Come back if it somehow reopens or if you notice~” Felix didn’t hear the rest of her instructions or advice. He was a bit preoccupied with the fact nothing was turning out. And then he was pushed out the door and watched as it slid shut quietly in his face. 

What just happened?