#hes a cool guy

[belovecore]

👀 can I be assigned a char pleeease :3 - @avenships

(@avenships)

alright alright but no takesies backsies!! (/j)

*rummages through my magic bag*

you get:

Nathaniel from Sun Haven!

Nathaniel is Sun Haven's Captain of the Guard, striving to keep order and help where he can. Despite his tough exterior, he can be a bit of an airhead, and thus an easy target for pranks by local kids. He tends to ignore his emotions to do his duty.

[lucabite]

Dragonborn

[itdobenox]

The dad the guy

Philza minecraft

[umbralundertaler]

sans

[markwateneymemorialcrater]

Please note. The orange one is not included because A. He isn’t a billionaire. And B. Calling him obnoxious is too kind for him.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

this literally happened in the movie

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[notherpuppet]

@/coma_0423’s cursed cat alastor will bring you happiness ♥️

Lulu scolds the cat

[shitpostingkats]

Oh english is absolutely not his first language.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory fears FNAF DJ music man...Abby does not

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[veveisveryuncool]

when The Character looks like this:

[chloeplayz]

“The ringmaster gone mad.”

“For you are the decaying society,

And me, a hare with a tiger’s mask.

So tell me, ringmaster, tell me,

Tell me to control my wrath.”

[okcoolthanks]

IT TOOK HALF AN HOUR

AND FELT LIKE SCRAPING AND BARELY HURT AND NOW AND

AND I HAVE A KITTY NOW

ORIGINAL ART BY @sakrafka ONHERE SHESSO COOL AND ITSON ME AND I PAYED LIKE PERMISSION W/THE TATTOO TICKET AND ITS LIKEAGWFEGTHEHSHGSIFHFHSFAUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[doubledudeski]

playing around with my own humanformers design for bee :)

[egguv]

no reflection needed.