#his charcter development

[redamanccys]

will never understand how jess was supposed to be the bad boy because what?? he literally always minded his own business except for a few harmless pranks that made everyone lose their shit for no reason

like everyone thinking he stole the money for his car or stole the whole car but hb was the employee of the month at WALMART

he came back to his mom's wedding JUST because Luke asked him to even though Liz was a shitty mom and then read SELF HELP BOOKS?????

everyone was praying on his downfall and the day he gets arrested but no RORY gets arrested luke ALSO gets arrested and then EMILY GILMORE? like if jess was the one who got arrested everyone would be gossiping about it INCLUDING lorelai who was probably the #1 jess hater

ending my short "rant" because im sleepy with the fact that jess was a lover boy and a hopeless romantic just in a leather jacket and walls up so high with one hidden door and only one person has the key

[fizoda]

unpopular opinion: the whole who is the better Robin debate between Damian and Tim is sorta bs

cause like both Robins have great highlights from each of their runs and all of them are drastically different

at this point when I see people criticize the two bringing up points on who is better it just feels like a debate between oranges and apples, sure they’re both fruit but very different

[spock-smokes-weed]

So I liked Alabasta, it was a fun arc (if a little convoluted) but I’ve been itching for another character focused arc like Arlong park again, and with a few chapters into Skypia I hope it’ll deliver 

Already got some great character moments with Usopp and tragic back story hints with Sanji

[transfinan]

Finan is so good to those guys 😭😭😭

[gingersp1ce547]

I will say before this that i have not completely understood the full span of his lore yet so my opinion is going to be influenced by that but from what ive seen in the streams/clips/vods I’ve watched of him. He’s an easy going guy who tries not to take things to seriously. However things become complicated when he gets attached to his little family of leo, q!roier and q!vegetta.

He shows his attachment to his eggs in a different way than most people on the server. Treating them like small adults and often jokingly beefing with them. However, we know he really does care from multiple scenes (the egg room at the end of purg 1 is a great example)

Because of these attachments, when he get the opportunity to get insider info, he always takes it. Theory bros? Founding member, the order? Another founding member. The federation? Became enough of a high ranking member to be trusted in a meeting to arrest another member (though possibly not enough to not avoid getting froze again if his prison van wasn’t just to full other inhabitants) and thats not even mentioning his general high observation skills that most people dont notice because of his fun disposition

All of these positions help him by getting him information, and in a way he’s similar to charcters like q!cellbit and q!bagi who are investigators, the main difference to me being that i dont think he minds much if people hate him for his ‘allegiances.’ Again, everything feels kinda small potatoes to him. Which is why throwing q!tazercraft in prison wasnt that hard for him.

What he does care about is how his actions affect the ones he really deeply cares about. I think q!tazercrafts prank on him after they escape is kind of a wake up call to him in that sense.

Yes, he knew their was a possibility that peoples hatred of him could spread to leo but i dont think up until that point he’d really considered that people would try to hurt her because of that.

Going forward with his actions, things get more gray. Especially during the murder investigations. Because on one hand progressing through this job means more info to protect the people he cares about with but on another hand turning in q!cellbit means potentially hurting a close friend (and son-in-law) on the island.

After purgatory things get even more complicated as he has to try to balance what he thinks q!cellbits intentions were with these murders alongside what would keep him most safe amongst all the other things i mentioned above.

I think it’s telling that in the end, q!foolish cant come to a decision on his own. Instead he places his decision in the hands of fate and almost gamifies it in order to relieve the real stress of having to make such a large decision.

Another great example of q!foolish’s conflict of interests is his relationship with q!phil in the prison because i think its the first time he’s realizing that knowing people may not trust you because of your allegiances is one thing and actually experiencing it. (Especially to someone like q!phil who has become such a trusted friend in q!foolish’s life after purgatory) is another.

I think it’s telling here that during the scene where q!phil is in solitary and q!foolish has the opportunity to let him out at the risk of loosing some his respect from the the feds, he takes it.

The best way i can explain q!foolish’s relationships with others in general is that if he attaches to you, then theirs not a lot you can do to get rid of that attachment. His devotion to his relationship with q!vegetta being a great example of this in my mind.

So, to finally answer your question: q!foolish is a fun loving immortal (explains his commitment to not taking things seriously, though it doesnt have to be that) who go attached to people and now has to try to balance what he feels he needs to do with what he wants to do. I’m not sure i’d say that he’s completely a good person but I’d definitely not say he’s heartless or evil and for the most part he does his best to not harm others if he can afford it/he cares enough about them

And, i love him as a character for all of that and probably will still love him even if i’m wrong about everything i just said because i think he is a prime example in my mind of how to have a well-rounded and complex comic relief character without taking away from that character’s ability to continue to be funny

Was writing a qFoolish analysis post and genuinely what I want to know is how do people see qFoolish, like I know how other characters see him but what about y’all? What is he to you? Who is he to you? Do you think he’s good or bad? Do you even like him?

[hayatoseyepatch]

Description: Three words, eight letters, a phrase that is felt more than it is spoken. This is my take on how some of the Wind Breaker characters say "I love you" for the first time. Characters: Hajime Umemiya, Tasuku Tsubakino, Haruka Sakura, & Hayato Suo. Word Count: 2.6k Not proofread, oops. Contains: Fem!Reader x Multiple Charcters (separate). Fluff. Some slight hurt/comfort if you squint.

Author's Note: Fluff? Something other than smut? From me? Wow. We love character development. But this has been on my mind for AGES so I finally am getting it out. I haven't been feeling the greatest either so please enjoy some very self-indulgent fluff. (¯³¯)♡

You and Umemiya had been together for a while. You both adored each other, tender kisses and lingering touches were commonplace in your relationship. You had met Kotoha, and the others at the group home and have been attached to his side for almost a year. He wasn’t sure what was holding him back from saying those three little words. Perhaps it was his past, he had lost those who he had nearest and dearest to his heart. Their end unraveled right before his very eyes. Umemiya had so much love to give, and so many people he loved to give it to.

But often, he found it next to impossible to let the words slip past his lips. Instead, he showed his love in different ways. Bringing Kotoha patrons and supplying her with crops from his garden for her restaurant. A warming smile and a promise that Bofurin’s big brother would keep his found family safe. Always the first to offer a listening ear or a shoulder when needed. But never those words. Three short words, one syllable each. He knew he could say them but something deep down was stopping him. An irrational fear that if he had, the one he said it to would go too.

That was before he met you. Umemiya hid his darkness well. A well-placed smile and a childish affect cleared the thought anyone could ever have that the feelings he buried so deep even could exist within him. One you found easily. The light you had brought into his world shone brighter than any darkness that could ever threaten to shroud him. The warmth that settled in his chest when you looked his way. His laughter more genuine since you had come into his life. He knew from the moment he had met you, the moment he had first lost himself in your eyes, that they were the eyes he wanted to get lost in every day for the rest of his life. So why, even after all this time could he not say he loved you?

You had always joked that you had a grey thumb, unable to grow anything and that you were fortunate enough to have his abilities for gardening. One of the things he loved most about you was the amount of effort you put into his interests. He was coming up to the rooftop, it was late summer and he was excited to see what was ready to harvest. He was surprised to hear your voice, looking around the corner he saw you watering the plants. Just as he had shown you how to. “You're looking beautiful today, growing nice and big and strong.” You sighed, feeling ridiculous, shaking your head. You jumped, nearly out of your skin hearing Umemiya’s giggles. “Sunflower what are you doing?” He said between peals of laughter

“I read online that talking to the plants could help them grow, I don’t know how well it’ll work.” You sigh shaking your head feeling a little silly. However, Umemiya’s heart was soaring, you had taken it upon yourself not only to express interest in something important to him but to go out of your way to care for it even when out of his presence. His eyes softened, cupping your cheek he leaned down to slot his lips against yours. The embrace was gentle, lips molding together as if they were only made to be with the other. He parted from you after a moment, breaths fanning against your lips as he spoke. “I love you, my sunflower.” He smiled against your mouth as he kissed you once more, knowing no matter what came next he would be by your side until he drew his last breath.

Tsubaki had only felt comfortable in his own skin in recent years. Having spent so long conflicted with himself regarding his appearance. He was so fortunate that for those who didn’t support his choice in his appearance, he had so many who were right there by his side, rooting him on. But it wasn’t always like that. For longer than Tsubaki cares to remember he was all alone. Forced to walk his path in constant fear of ridicule. He was teaching himself to fight to protect himself from those who would try and hurt him on the sole premise of being true to himself. Those days felt like a lifetime ago. Because now he had Bofurin, because now he had you.

Tsubaki couldn’t forget the first time you had both met even if he tried. He was just starting to dress more feminine, his hair an awkward shoulder length. Still learning how to apply makeup. There were a few boys from his grade who were taunting him, calling him names, and throwing things in his direction. Normally he would have stood his ground, beating them to a pulp for what they were doing. But Tsubaki was tired, tired of having to defend himself, tired of having to be so strong just to live as he chose to. How he felt most beautiful. He wasn’t that strong by choice, he was strong because he had to be. Because Tsubaki had to be stronger than their ignorance. Tears welled up in his vision at their harsh words, about to get up and defend himself once more.

Before he could get to his feet, however, he heard a voice call out, capturing the attention of his assailants. Stood there was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, delicate features enhanced by the soft cosmetics that had adorned your face. He watched with wide-eyed fascination as you ran up, the closed fist of your manicured hand coming into contact with their leader’s jaw, sending him to the ground upon impact. Tsubaki couldn’t move, he watched, frozen as you gracefully fought the group that had been trying to bring him harm. Tsubaki was strong, and more than capable of handling them on his own, but in that moment he learned that he didn’t have to. He didn’t have to fight his battles alone anymore, because now he had you.

He remembered stumbling over his own name when you had asked for it, cheeks a dark shade of red when you smiled at him. He remembered the way your hand had felt in his grasp for the first time as you dragged him back to your house to get cleaned up. Humming as you wiped the dirt from his cheeks, in a very similar manner as you were doing right now. He lay in your bed, your thighs straddling his waist as you hummed, swiping the brush along his cheek, applying the peachy blush you said paired so well with his complexion. You paused in your humming meeting his eyes that gazed up into yours with adoration, giggling softly. “Welcome back, that was some daze you were in. What’s on your mind gorgeous?”

Tsubaki’s cheeks flushed deeper than the powder that painted his skin. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you sent him a smile, soft and full of tenderness. Tsubaki wasn’t sure he believed in love at first sight, but he knew from the moment he met you that he loved you, and over time that love had only grown. Reaching up a hand, thumb swiping your cheek as he returned your loving gaze. “Just thinking about how much I love you, that’s all beautiful.”

Haruka wasn’t familiar with love. Often times he found it nearly impossible to express his feelings. Before coming here, even something as simple as kindness was a foreign concept to him. Being so often judged upon first glance he never got the opportunity to even try to build relationships. So after a while he had given up trying, That was before he came here. Before he was welcomed in with open arms. Before he found the only place he felt like he truly belonged. But you. You had opened up his world to so much more. You showed him what love could feel like, An emotion he never thought he could ever feel let alone have bestowed upon him.

You were much more open with your love, taking care of him when he got sick after a fight, making sure he was eating and taking care of himself. You had teased him relentlessly when you first met. Adoring the deep flush in his cheeks and the reactions you could pull so easily from him. Eventually, that teasing morphed into affection, which blossomed into love. You still had a habit of teasing him, but it was never ill-mannered always coupled with your beautiful laughter. And if he got to hear that beautiful sound bubbling past your lips, he would deal with the heat that graced his cheeks and the pounding in his chest.

You both had been together for quite some time, well past the point of the outbursts you had first been met with when openly showing your affection. Long past the point where he would feel the urge to run for the hills the second you called him one of the plethora of pet names you had bestowed upon him. But he still struggled to verbalize his feelings for you. He knew you were well aware of his feelings toward you. What he couldn’t express through words he showed through his actions. He was eternally grateful to your seemingly unending patience with him. Being well aware of his past you knew he would say it when he was ready. It wasn’t as if he had never said it before, but those times were when you were fast asleep next to him. His fingers carded through your hair as he gazed upon your relaxed features, whispering those three words in the silence of night. But as you lay here in his arms, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours he knew that he needed you to hear how he felt. Not just feel it. Leaning down he brushes his lips against your own, lips slotting together like two puzzle pieces, perfectly fit to one another.

His eyes are soft with fondness as you pull away from the kiss, head tilting to lean into the touch of your hand. His eyes locked with yours, lidded with adoration. His lips melting against yours, arms encircling your waist. He hums thoughtfully against your lips. His heart felt warm, pulling away he looked into your eyes, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You know, I sit and I think to myself sometimes ‘god I can never love you more than I do right now’ and you consistently test that theory by making me fall more in love with you every day.” His heart raced in his chest, never the best at expressing his emotions, but in this moment Sakura needed to tell you how he felt. Never one to back down, despite being able to hear his heart racing in his ears as he continued to speak.  “Your smile still makes my heart pound, your laugh still makes my head feel fuzzy, and your kisses still make me feel like I’m floating. I love you so much.”

He gives you a soft smile pulling you close once more to kiss your lips, hand now coming to rest at the back of your neck to keep you in place as his lips meld with yours once more. Before moving here Sakura could confidently say that he had never felt at home anywhere. He was alone, perfectly fine never planting roots, he had believed it would always be that way. What he didn’t realize was that home was more than where you returned to at the end of the day. It would be something he found in you. Because his home was right here, in your arms. His home was you.

Suo hummed to himself, walking through the isles of the florist, perusing the flowers. He had made it a habit from your first date to always have fresh flowers for you, showcasing their beauty that in his eyes was rivaled only by your own. When he had presented you with the first bouquet, you had scrunched up your nose reporting to not understand the purpose of a gift that would eventually die. From that moment he decided he would always have fresh flowers to decorate your space. Showing you that their beauty may be temporary but the flora could hold deeper meaning.

He was fascinated by the symbolism of flowers. But he very specifically took delicate care in every single flower that was showcased in a bouquet he arranged for you. For a man like Suo, someone who never showed a crack in his armor, never showing his true feelings often relied on subtle ways to show his love. The first flower he had selected for the bouquet were violets, their heart-shaped petals reflecting their meaning of everlasting love and devotion. Historically a gift of violets was a declaration to always be true. These flowers were common amongst the arrangements he curated with their placement, a promise to offer you the same. The next flower to join the arrangement followed a similar sentiment. Representing strength and love was the gladiolus. It was once believed that the beauty of the gladiolus could pierce another’s heart with love, the same could be said for the way you had done to him. Their purple hue paired nicely with the violets, the color symbolizing the beauty in the love you shared. The flowers to follow would showcase similar significance. Baby’s breath for undying love, calla lilies for beauty, and pink camellias for longing.

Suo was always deliberate in each flower he chose for you, choosing to convey his emotion through the meaning behind each flower he placed delicately in the arrangement. Smiling to himself, satisfied with the selection he had chosen. Sitting at his table as he placed them in their wrapping, being sure to pluck one from the bunch, placing it in a vase so when it began to wilt he would know it was time to gift you a new arrangement. Once he was satisfied, he set off to your apartment, knocking on the door. His signature smile graced his handsome features as he took you in. “Hello there beautiful, I have something for you.”

You smiled at Suo, taking the flowers from his grasp, and replacing the old arrangement with his assistance. You were very aware of Suo’s knowledge of flora, he would often tell you the meanings they held while out together. So much so that you began to look into it yourself. Taking what you knew of the flowers now to assess the arrangement. Eyes soft as you turned to your boyfriend. Hand curling around the back of his neck to pull him down to your level, lips brushing against his. The both of you melted into the tender kiss, your other hand coming to cup his cheek as his found purchase on your waist. Pulling away, you pressed your forehead against his looking into the rich auburn of his visible eye. “I love you too, Haya.” Your words were met with his gentle laughter. Taking one of your hands in his own, his lips brushing against your knuckles. “I love you, more than words could ever express, my sweet baby.”

Suo smiled looking down at you, knowing each flower he had plucked from your bouquets had been dried and coated. Keeping a memento of how despite your initial feelings on the gift, even flowers that have died could still be enjoyed. Those flowers were placed in a special place, kept safe. One day he planned to have the dried flowers arranged into their own bouquet. One he would present you alongside a ring, a promise to love you until the very last one died, knowing these flowers never would.

Dividers by saradika-graphics. Writing & character banners by me. If you enjoyed it, consider taking a look at my masterlist: here.

[honorarypines]

Lucy Carlyle has to be one of the most shippable charcters of all time. She literally has chemistry with everyone and it never feels forced

Lockwood? obviously. not much to explain here. They have drama, mutual pining, both angst and comfort

Skull? Duh. The codependency. The snarky dialogues. She's his only connection to life and he's her only human (well kind of) connection when she leaves the agency. Match made in hell and I love it

George? May not be everyone's cup of tea, but everything you need in order to ship is there. They are complex, they constantly bicker, they share a lot of intimate moments. Very well written relationship in general

Holly? Hell yeah. Rivals to friends and possibly lovers. Grumpy x sunshine. Amazing character development on both sides. 10/10 no notes

Kipps? Now, in the books there's little to no this kind of chemistry between them but then show randomly added a bit of romantic vibe at least on the Kipps' side. So it counts. I guess.

The show also gave us Norrie and the sapphic vibes of these two were off the charts

Gotta love Lucy. Girl thinks she's soo repelling while in reality I wouldn't be surprised if every member of the team had a crush on her at some point

[vitanithepure]

You need to stop treating fictional charcters like real people. Because at the end of the day Gale is not real and no harm comes to him, no matter who says what about him.

I am very well aware of this fact, thank you. I might be crazy, but not that looney.

With this out of the way:

You do realize though, that fictional characters don't exist in a vacuum, right? They are not based on a real person but have real person characteristics. Why do you think people cling this much to fictional characters? Mostly because they see something of themselves in them, because they share some of those experiences with them.

It's funny in a tragic way Gale suffers from what most real people do in real life - he makes goofy things, he smiles, cracks jokes and thus people don't care to look any deeper to see a person that is willing to let himself go and just die at the first opportunity given.

And ulimately, each person that felt close to his character because of this angle was just told "yeah, him sacraficing himself is the best option for him to give back to the world". Fuck that.

Also all the "weird" real life people who talk to much, know too much, cannot find a way to act in a conventional way sometimes? Yeah, screw their experiences as well, they "annoy the fuck out of everyone, haha".

Even a meaningles mechanic of giving him magic trash you find all over the place was turned into a joke. I got bullied to the point of deleting my post criticizing just that all those months ago, so I'm unwilling to discuss this again. I dealt with it by blocking all the obnoxious boot jokes.

You don't see the same disdain thrown at other fictional characters in this game. Nobody makes light of Astarion's or Karlach's trauma, nobody disputes if Shadowheart is suffering.

And you sure as hell don't see the developers that MADE the characters throw one of them constantly under the bus like Gale. It's mind boggling that some of them genuinely seem to hate their own creation this much. It's like they have no idea what that character even stands for.

I didn't expect to hear that from the owner and a fucking lead writer in a company, they should know better than to act as any random person on the internet lke this.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

(The following is some rambling, FEH Spoilers ahead if you care)

I hope at the end of FE:Heroes life, that instead of it just becoming a forgotten mobile game, a fully fledged game is made out of it. Because I really do think having a FE game that have shorter Saga's would be really fun to play through. And just how much Alfonse could be challenged in a full game where he can MASSIVELY develop instead of the time strides he's made in the mobile game.

Of corse of a full game they'll need to change several things such as how much of their army is made up of heroes from other worlds. But having this HUGE skeleton with FEH for a full game could make one of the best, if not the best, Fire Emblem main line game.

Like, we have the set up to have Alfonse really turn into his own. He's gets to talk to past heroes and other world versions of those heroes. There is so much he can learn from them all but more importantly, so many people to compare him to. Just feeling like a failed leader because all these heroes that saved worlds are around him, while he's a prince in a world that's currently in a war with his neighboring country.

He keeps feeling this way until he meets the Summoner (Avatar Character). Someone from another world who isn't a hero. They're just an average somebody in that world. Even though they are able to use a Devine weapon that belongs to his family, he fights with them and grows closer as friends. He learns that it doesn't matter name or status, but what you do with your own strength to help everyone you can. And even when you can't save everyone, you can always work together with others to raise you and everyone to the point where you can save more people than you could alone.

While the first two Books of FEH didn't really do much for Alfonse, I do think in a full game they would be able to have a better foil with Bruno through these early parts. While Veronica is a very tragic character, she is more so Shernna's foil through the first book and then becomes a fascinating character through the rest of the books (so far). If the story would follow Alfonse's point of view, it would do wonders to REALLY push that foil with Bruno more and more until that foil changes into irony and tragedy that was played in the later books.

While Book 3 was one of the biggest breaking points for Alfonse's charcter, I really do belive that if Alfonse were to have a stronger written connection with Bruno early on. The death of Bruno would hit harder. We know Bruno and Alfonse were childhood friends to the point Alfonse's first actions we see is looking for Bruno (Under his fake name, Zacharius). Hell, you can make this hurt even more by adding an underlying feeling Alfonse had for Bruno. But seeing as Bruno meant a LOT to Alfonse at such a young age, where he was still getting compared to his father and other heroes. To just have someone that wouldn't judge you, have fun with you, and make you laugh. Most people would devolve some romantic feelings for that. While this seems more fanficy just because "Lead turned GAY for Enemy?!" It's use in a story here would push character development further.

Some of the best stories ever written i've read are about building up the base of a character. Only to destroy EVERYTHING about them. Leaving only their bare core and true thoughts on display. Only for them to either have the story end with such a melancholy finish that it just feels. Or give that charcter a way to rebuild themselves stronger, more ferm in their ideals then ever to change the odds. Alfonse is someone, if given enough time and attention in a full game, to be this charcter. He already has enough set up within FEH for this to become real. He really is burdened by the form of media he's in.

I don't really have any closing notes after that but yeah. Alfonse is actually one of the best Fire Emblem Lords when you think about it. Put him in the next smash game

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[darlixg]

what is this type of character called?

As a start, these are some of my favorite characters that i think are similar in some way:

-Toph Beifong (Avatar)

-Lance (Voltron)

-Stuart Pot, 2D (Gorillaz)

-Mammon (Obey Me!)

-Damian Wayne (DC)

-Lee Ping (Detentionaire)

-Geto Suguru (JJK)

-Herrscher of Sentience (hi3rd)

-Testament (Guilty Gear)

-Ivan (Alien Stage)

-Suletta Mercury (The witch from mercury)

-Sunday (Star rail)

-Tweek Tweak (South park)

-Hong Lu (Limbus company)

-Go Bok-Su (married in red)

-Alucard (Hellsing)

-Allen Walker (D. Gray-man)

basically this^

I'm aware that some are more on the darker or religious way, but most of them seem to me like the sunshine character with deep depth hidden in them, acting tough but with a soft side to them, multifaceted and resilient taking on whether they are internal or external challenges, some being groomed and suffering because of other peoples choices.

I love when a charcter holds great complexity to them, have a strong sense of identity or they struggle with that identity and accepting it and having a meaningful build up growth and development.

-For example, one of my favorite character developments these characters go through, is Testaments from Guilty gear.

How Testament begins to reclaim their autonomy and struggles with the guilt and trauma of their past actions, trying to reconcile their existence as a Gear with the remnants of their humanity. They go through a journey of redemption and self-discovery, as they shift from a being of pure destruction to someone seeking to protect others and find a sense of peace.

-Or Damian Wayne's development. How he goes from a brash, arrogant child warrior to a more mature, responsible, and empathetic hero. His growth is marked by his struggle with his violent upbringing, his desire to prove himself, and his gradual acceptance of the values his father embodies. Despite his tough exterior, Damian’s evolution reveals a deeply complex character who cares deeply for those close to him and strives to atone for his past, making him one of the more dynamic and compelling members of the Bat-family.

Tbh, i could go on forever for each of these characters, some that have affected me deeply are Geto Suguru's crisis, Sunday's grooming and fighting with his beliefs, Ivan's character alone is the most fascinating thing for me, as well as Toph's strong independet personality that i just love so much!

I want to find more complex, sunshine, strong or weak but manipulative characters that strugle with life or however these kind of characters are described as. Smart and going after their beliefs without changing for the greater good but for themselfs.

[the-amazing-animated-circus]

Thought I'd share my first drafts of all the characters!

Don't know what I was thinking with the braces on Caine, lol. I guess i just wanted a way to connect his upper and lower jaw.

Zooble was BY FAR the most difficult to design, since they're already so insanely cartoony. I actually tried making them a robot at one point!

I settled with a devil because a lot of old cartoons would have stuff like devils as their antagonist, and I didn't think that a robot would fit the era of animation I was going for.

An alternate colour scheme for Zooble. It was way too generic in my opinion.

Looks like they were also meant to have whiskers at some point.

The first ever sketches I did for this au!

The pose in the middle was inspired by a Christma comic I was going to make as an introduction to the au. Create some intrigue, y'know?

I've definitely had the most fun drawing caine's expressions!

More caine!

I focused a lot less on keeping entirely to proportions and more on the line of action, akin to the rubberhose style of animation.

First sketches of Jax and Ragatha. I love drawing anthropomorphic charcters, so Jax was naturally my second choice to draw!

I then played around with all the possible hairstyles Ragatha could have. I didn't want the design to be too similar to other aus, while also conveying her kind demeanor. A lot of aus end up tying her hair back!

More Caine! again, the one in the middle is a pose I would have used for the Christmas comic! I was still figuring out how many restrictions the toons would have, so I'm glad I scrapped it. Wouldn't want to set anything in stone that early in development.

Some other poses for the early designs of the characters! Jax was definitely my favourite of these!

I never went for Kinger's upside down cross because I'm pretty certain that an animation studio in the 50s wouldn't allow a symbol of Satan on a character that wasn't pure evil.

That's it! I hope the next time we meet, I have some new work to show you!

[blurry-mask]

Request: So maybe the book of life charcters with a super happy and cheerful s/o that is super clumsy and finds themselves in the weirdest of situations...

(A.N: Let's do this 👾)

°《Maria》°:

● When she first met you, she first thought

"Heh, you're adorable (´∀｀*)ε｀　)"

• Lord forbid if anyone tries to disrespect or make fun of you

She'll find a way to figure out who did it

● Kisses 👏 your 👏 injures, she definitely doesn't do it because she knows it flustered you 🤭

• The energy you give of is so refreshing and unique, and that may be her favorite part about you . . . . Along with everything else-

● Now about you and your Chao-

• Oh shi- Remember when she got in trouble with the pig incident . . . . Oh boy, she's part of the issue-

● But that's alright. If one of you goes down, the other does, too. ( *´・ω)/(；д； )

• Adores you in every which way possible. You're just that precious to her

♡¤Manolo¤♡:

× Ugh (　ＴДＴ)♡ I can't with this man

× He ADORES you

× When you're bouncing around in excitement over something, he just melts

× Then you trip and fall-

× Don't worry, you're okay, but his heart isn't 😅

× He's paranoid every step you take cause you just have a tendency to just trip on air, don't ask

× But he's always there to catch you (^з^)-☆

× Now. Here's the thing. He may seem like a sturn guy, but no matter how hard he tries, he just can't say no to you

× Even when he knows you'll get in trouble, he just can't. I mean, look at you.

× So when you do get in trouble, he has no regrets. Cause he's getting a kiss out of this later.

■°|Joaquin|°■:

□ Stop. I love him so much, and his character development 🤍

□ First of all, He WORSHIPS THE SOIL YOU WALK ON

□ He tries to match your energy, and it's adorable how much he adores your small stims

□ Poor baby has a panic attack whenever you fall or knock into something

□ On the bright side, you get smothered in smooches

□ Baby's worried over your bleeding hands while you're just staring at him, all smittened at how gentle he is

□ Sometimes, he just carries you bridal style or throws you over his shoulder to make sure you don't hurt yourself or just because

[•A.N: Thank you for reading this. I hope you have a lovely Day ⛅️ or Night 🌙•]

Bye, Bye (⌒0⌒)／~~

[blueberrypancakesworld]

My broken Angel - Gage x fem!reader

warning : drug use, use of mommy/ma'm, emotional, angst, hurt/comfort, smutish, blood, emotional breakdown, no use of Y/n, afab reader

Summary : A call that had saved him and his colleague Gage was free. But free from the old building did not mean free from the addiction and the day. He needed someone, he needed his girlfriend to take care of him and relieve him of any pain.

Info : It's been far to long since I have wrote something for Rory's characters and today say hello to Gage from Bullet Head a newcomer in my masterlist but my sweet angel. No seriously he is so inspirational just by looking at him OMG. So anyways have fun reading and I hope you Rory lovers have found your way back here ;)

Ps : I tried to look the movie online obviously not illegal but somehow my internet was like ,,No-No-No we don't do that here". So I only had a scene pack on youtube, edits and trailer of the movie to get his charcter/personality. I hope despite it I wrote him good.

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Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. A break-in, it was just a damn break-in, a robbery and not something that should scale. At least that's what the three of them thought, it was supposed to be simple and not the possible end of their careers.

But in the end it was a nightmare the dog was not the man's friend the dog who tried to kill them the police and the men from the illegal dog fight they all tried to get them. If a call hadn't gone through, if one more thing hadn't happened.

If Gage hadn't been successful in calling his girlfriend, they would never have gotten out of here. She could tell by the trembling of his voice that he was stammering slightly and was nervous that something was wrong.

,,Just wait as best you can, I'll be right there," she had exclaimed into the cell phone for fear he wouldn't hear before she had rushed into the car to drive to the place. Her fear grew by the minute.

She didn't approve of his robbery, didn't approve of his secret, didn't approve of what he was doing. And yet her own job was not enough with his to pay any bills.

It was necessary, and although he was so fragile when you broke him, he sacrificed himself for her. ,,I'll-I'll take any job for you," he had once said as he gently pulled her into his arms.

His blue eyes showed truth and yet she saw the fear that he knew was dangerous. Saw that he was full of fear of the world, he would stay with her and would prefer to stay in her arms.

Ever since they had met, she had given him a bowl of soup at the food bank, something like dependency had developed between them. She was his anchor, his everything. And he would do anything for her so as not to lose her, but he would do just as much for his addiction.

She had seen it at first, the twitching, the nervousness, his diminished eye contact. But the worst was when she found him in her bathroom with the needle next to him, the oozing blood flowing from his arm and the tear-stained look on his face.

She didn't feel disgust or revulsion, she felt devotion. She called him angel from then on. Since then he was the image of a broken angel. The black hair, the bright blue eyes, the self-harm in the form of addiction.

He was so fragile that she believed that if she left him he would kill himself, that he saw no point in giving up, that he was so scarred by life. And yet she let him do his business, relying on his colleagues to make sure everything went well. Until now.

Now she raced through the streets in her car towards the building, knowing that all she had to do was open the door and get out, but she didn't know what she would find. 

Please just be complete,she pleaded inwardly, thinking back to that evening. As she slowly knelt down to him, she picked up the needle and looked at it.

Saw the drop of the drug, saw how the heroin had to go through his body. ,,I'm...so-sorry," she had heard him murmur as he opened his eyes, saw him looking at her and felt her heart beat faster.

She knew it was wrong that she wasn't disgusted and angry. But she wasn't angry like she should be, her anger came from the worry that he would die one day.

But before she let this coldness of punishment out on him or even let it get to him, she felt his cold, slightly trembling hand on hers. How he tried powerlessly to move up slightly to get closer to her. ,,You're just so... helpless," she replied, making it sound like a statement she was right to make.

He didn't speak back, just nodded silently and cuddled her almost pleadingly in her arms. He knew that she would always take him in and catch him. That she wouldn't leave him, wouldn't hit him, wouldn't be brutal like his father.

She was almost like a mother and was only too willing to blur this reality. ,,My helpless Gage, you'll never do it for me again, will you?" she asked, putting her arms around him. She could feel him looking at her, taking his head off her shoulder and moving closer to her.

He wanted to kiss her but she used her hand to gently grip his jaw. ,,I promise, I'm sorry...Mommy," he said, tears gathering in his blue eyes before she released him and he gave her a sloppy kiss before he fell limply back into her arms.

And all this while the little trickle of blood ran from his arm. The first time he had called her that she had accepted that he needed it.

She would not let him fall apart in this world. That was the first time she had ever seen him so ready. And now? ,,How do I find you now?" she asked into the car when she finally arrived at the building.

Getting out of the car and trying to find an entrance, the situation soon revealed itself, a dead getaway driver, Gage's colleagues suspiciously quiet, the sound of a dog barking what almost seemed like a farewell and then she saw him. ,,Gage! You're alive!" she shouted when she saw the black-haired man who seemed to be hiding behind the two older men.

,,Hello dear," he mumbled and lowered his gaze, not wanting her to see him like this, but the blood that had flowed from his nose was already dripping and he couldn't get rid of it without water. Besides, the pain and the smell of metal distracted him from the addiction that was raging inside him.

,,Your nose is bleeding," she realized with fear and carefully grasped his face, looking left and right to see if he still had anything. Every further bruise and every scratch and scrape made her heart ache even more.

,,It's...nothing," he said, mumbling, knowing that the other two wanted to go home, away from this place, that his friend was the thing that separated them from freedom. He gently took her hand, it was cold, and she saw his smile, saw through it, knew he was suffering.

The sigh that left her lips made him slightly sincere. Wordlessly, she squeezed his hand and gave him a look that could best be interpreted as one of concern before she opened the car and they all got in.

The engine started and they drove away from this terrible place. It was quiet between the four of them, no one said anything, no one dared or wanted to.

They had all experienced too much to want to dwell on it. She saw in the rear-view mirror that the two older ones were looking out of the window, their thoughts still completely elsewhere.

If he had died, I would have blamed you, she thought, her hands tightening around the leather of the steering wheel. His colleagues were the reason why he was now almost slumped over in the passenger seat.

His hands folded on his lap, she saw him trying to rub off the excess skin on the sides. The blood was still on him and he just looked completely wiped out. ,,It's going to be okay," she said softly and put her hand on his thigh for a moment. She felt him flinch and his gaze went to her.

The broken angel. She saw again the angel she loved and cared for. ,,It will be," he replied almost appathetically and squeezed her hand lightly, a touch that could almost have been an illusion. But she had felt it, she was there. He was with her again.

The car journey, which dragged on for a few minutes, only ended when the two of them were no longer in the car. The colleagues had been gone for a long time and they had closed the front door of the apartment behind them.

When she heard his almost vulnerable sounds as they walked up the stairs to the apartment. She saw him getting more and more lost and as the front door closed, tears flowed down his cheeks. ,,Gage...it's okay, I'm here...it's over," she said instantly and put the front door key aside, taking him by the hand, hearing him try to say something but it came out slurred under his crying.

She pulled him behind her on the way to the bathroom, the white streams in contrast to his blood and the blue of his eyes standing out against the dark charcoal black hair.

,,Don't...don't go," he said clearly, holding her firmly by the wrist as she sat him on the edge of the bath. He seemed completely out of it, distraught, traumatized, and partly because of the drugs, at least that much she guessed.

Leaning down to him, she gently stroked his dark hair and heard his suppressed whimper as his blue eyes turned to her. ,,I'm not going Mommy is just getting a towel okay?" she asked knowing it wasn't really a question. Gage knew inside himself that she was the one in control.

But he should still give his understanding to his inner self. Because a dangerous angel on earth could break at any time. Her gaze met his and her eyes detached themselves from the blood.

Showing him that she wasn't lying, she felt his grip tighten for a moment, he didn't want to be without her. Before he nodded slightly and gave a soft, ,,Okay ma'm" before letting go of her, his hand landed powerlessly on his leg and he remained sitting on the edge of the tub.

She calmly moved away from him, knowing that nothing would happen, and walked with unerring steps into the kitchen to fetch a towel and return as promised.

Saw how he exhaled shakily with relief when he saw her again, that she hadn't left him, that he wasn't just imagining her through the heroin. ,,Don't be alarmed, I'll wipe the blood off. Everything will be all right again in a minute," she said gently and gave him a small, warm smile.

She knew that he needed her, that she was everything to him, that her angel was everything to her. She took the cloth and held it under lukewarm water before she carefully began to dab away the blood and then rub it.

What at first only led to a wince became a plea and whimper after she rubbed it. ,,Shhh I know I know," she said slightly warningly, feeling his hands on her side as he held on almost convulsively, seemingly unable to bear the pain.

She knew exactly what pain. ,,I just need you - I need you," he stammered, she knew what he meant and, above all, what he wanted.

By the time she had wiped the rest of the blood from his chin and cheek, there was hardly anything left of the injuries. He pulled her close and leaned his head against her stomach, hugging her, wanting to be closer to her.

She put her hand on his head as she did every time, stroking his black hair and holding him. ,,I know...I know Gage and you can do it too...but no drug...for today," she replied slowly, feeling him almost flinch as if she had hit him. But they both knew what it meant for the black-haired man.

More hours, another day without his drug. She knew he was screaming and raging inside that he needed it and yet he was so pathetically handsome to look at.

She placed a hand on his cheek and watched him lay his head against it, snuggling against her before he rose, powerless and surrendered. His hand was entwined with hers and he slowly led her into the bedroom.

The big bed they shared had seen better days, but that wasn't the point. What was between them was something completely different.

She saw him sit down on the bed, almost about to fall asleep, he didn't seem to know what he wanted to do for a moment. ,,Wait, let me help...everything will be better in a minute," she said and squeezed his hand before letting go of his.

She went to the window and drew the curtains, closed the door and undressed slightly. Folding her jeans and putting them aside, she had long since taken off her shoes and removed her top.

When she saw his gaze go to her, he almost seemed to be asking permission to look at her body. ",,The night is all yours," she murmured and opened her bra before it fell to the floor and she took her large T-shirt.

Hiding her body underneath, the shirt went up to her thighs. She saw him scrambling over to her as she lay down on her side of the bed.

Leaned against the pillow and opened her arms to him. ,,That's it," she said and Gage lay down between her legs. His upper body leaned against hers, his head on her shoulder, his hands on her legs.

She felt his tension, felt the slight trembling as his fingers traced small circles on her thighs again and again. ,,I-I'm not getting anything, am I?" he asked, she knew he was looking at her through the built-in mirror in the closet door. She saw his blue eyes closely. She slowly let her hands go of his hair.

What had started as a light stroke became a distraction. ,,No, you got me Gage...that'll have to do for today," she admonished him but didn't raise her voice, letting her hand wander over his neck.

She could feel the rapid pulse underneath and wanted to make it clear to him that he should pull himself together. That she would give him something.

But his protesting whimper was little resistance. Instead, she felt his fingers lightly draw the small circles further up to her center. ,,I know what you want, my angel," she murmured and let her hand wander down over his top.

Went under his shirt and felt the soft, cold skin of his upper body. Heard him exhale shakily as he pressed against her, he knew what she was getting at.

She lightly scratched his cold skin the lack of pain wasn't enough he wanted more instead the red strands were burning him. ,,Please-Please...I need you," he murmured, his gaze going to hers and she gave a knowing grin.

,,I know, my angel," she replied and gave him a soft kiss on his black head of hair before running her fingers over the waistband of his trousers. She felt his tension move around the silver button, wanting to finally be distracted with something else.

If it wasn't lust for addiction then it was always lust for love. For her. She slowly saw the bulge forming in his pants as she stroked the heavy fabric of his jeans.

The coldness that always seemed to emanate from him slowly mingled with the warmth of devotion. ,,Please-please Mommy," he murmured, pushing his hip against her hand, trying to get more of the feeling.

,,You were so strong today...I want you to have it all," she whispered and undid the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper and seeing his cheeks turn pink at the sound. Before she stroked his hardness, she saw the clear bulge in his shorts.

She gave him another kiss on the head before she closed her fingers around his hardness and made a few strokes over the hardness of his pants, the fabric teasing him and asking him to give her everything.

,,Let me hear you," she reminded him and took care of him again. The room filled with his lustful noises, the use of heroin long gone.

But his search for her was something he needed even more than his drug. She only needed one thing. Her broken angel.

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@icarus-star , @romanroyapoligist , @kristennero-wallacewellsver , @spookyorchid , @roryculkinsgf

[octoberwren]

Okay so I loved this season of bridgerton. BI Benedict? Amazing 10/10 no notes. I think it shows a certain respect that the writers have to tell a good story and to take notice of not only the charcter but what fans see within Benedict and explore that, instead of brushing it off as crazy fan speculation. They knew they would recive backlash for that. How could they not? We still live in a world that people hate the queer community. And this is coming from a bi girly as well. Yet they still chose to double down with Francesca's story with the introduction of Micheala. Which honestly my jaw fucking dropped at that reveal, I thought the actress, Masali Baduza would be playing Sofia, but im so glad to be wrong.(which side note: a Google search says she's from South Africa, which is so amazing, as I'm from South Africa and just seeing her in bridgerton makes me proud and as a gay character???? Dead.)

Also to have this in Pride Month???? Come on. That's fucking incredible.

My point being, I love the changes that were made and I loved the season. Colin and Pen's relationship was amazingly displayed, also Pen's character development was perfect. How she knew she fucked up, even if it came from a place of trying to protect the people she loves. She still owned up to those mistakes and vowed to become a better person.

The only thing I am disappointed about is the end ball scene. It's one of the two changes I was sad about. I would have liked to see Colin go up on stage after penelope had been the badass she is, after the butterflies had been released and make a toast to his brilliant wife. Pen had asked that he stand by her and to love and support her, so in my opinion it would have made more sense narratively if his confession was to be done while the crowd was cheering. that way she has stood up for herself, and taken accountability but she knows shes not alone with him coming to stand by her side. I also would have liked to see Violet's reaction but that's nitpicking at this point. I did love his speech to her, was the first time I cried in the season.

I also loved that they included Lady Danbury at the end, a sort of nod to thier relationship in the books but I really would have liked for thier friendship to be included more, it was one of my favorite parts of the book. Hopefully they can build on that in later seasons.

[bru1sed-apple]

Zuko: a character either babied or treated like an adult

Before we start I wanna say that it's been awhile since I've consumed anything canon so if I make any mistakes or misremember something, feel free to correct me.

One of my biggest issues with the atla fandom is how zuko is treated. either he's treated like someone who has never done anything wrong or is treated like he's an abuser whos only personality traits are being bratty and annoying.

being in the fandom, I read a lot of fanfics, one of my biggest issues is Zuko being insanely babied. zuko is NOT a character who's done nothing wrong. he's done so many terrible things.

he's been a terrible person throughout the show. even throughout book 3. he's not a good person. plain and simple. I'm saying this as a person who really enjoys him as a charcter: Zuko is not a good person. He has done bad things.

another thing I want to touch on is people saying Zuko is powerful. he's not. it's really that simple. throughout the whole show zuko is shown to be pretty weak. he's still doing basic forms as a 16 year old. no he's not stronger then aang. the only reason he defeated Azula was because she was going through a mental breakdown.

he's not strong. by calling him strong you are taking a part of his character away from him.

yes aus are fun, yes I enjoy them. but that doesn't mean people should call that canon. it's not.

the other thing I see people do is call him evil, which he's not. he's a teenage boy who was abused and was raised on propaganda. the things he does is because of how he was raised and what beliefs he grew up with. no that doesn't make it okay and no I'm not trying to diminish his wrongdoings.

he's 16, and the only things he knows is what he was taught. he is not evil simply because he did bad things. he's simply a person trying to do better.

People want to act like he never went through any character development. he did, he grew as a person and learned that what he was taught wasn't good. yes by the end of the series, he's still not a good person, and that isn't because he's evil, it's because he's still growing as a person.

so no he's not evil, he was a bad person because he grew up around adults who failed him. he did bad things because he didn't think they were bad. he did the things he did to show his father that he was worthy of his love.

zuko is not a child. he's not a baby. he's a bad person who has done bad things. he's not powerful, he's not stronger then aang or azula.

zuko is also not an adult. he's not evil for doing bad things. he's the way that he is because of abuse and propaganda.

what zuko is a teenage boy who grew up surrounded by propaganda. he's neither evil nor a good person. he's simply a person who's trying to do better.

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genuinely I hope my ramblings made sense. I hate when people mischaracterize zuko, he's such a complex character and I love that about him.

hope this may change some opinions or maybe not idk lol

it's 1 am and I'm sooo tired, hopefully there's not to many spelling mistakes lol

[thesoappope]

Season 1 Hazbin Hotel Reaction

Omg, ok so since today was the release of the final two episodes of season one of hazbin hotel (omg so glad it's getting a second season!) I binged the series from first episode to the final and omg...I loved every moment of it. Definitely rewatching the episodes makes you really appreciate the craft of the show and ability to smoothly put so much information together. Which upon rewatching, the speed of each episode is actually quite natural andthe progression through and to episodes is actually really good! The character development happens way more frequently then I realized, and it's satisfying seeing the arcs of each charcter to the final. Though I would have loved to see more of sir pentious's redemption process, never the less I'm still happy where he ended. Like omg his hevean form is so cute! I hope we see him again bc he's one of my favs. Such a lovable goof ball. Also Angel and Husk, their arc at the end was so nice! Love them! And yes!!! Vaggie and Charlie got a song! So glad it happened in the final bc omg it felt so rewarding and deserved. Also glad the angst between Charlie and Vaggie wasn't so dramatic. It was perfect and uh. Vaggie got her wings again just so fuckin poetic and ahhhhh! Also yeah fuck Adam, dumb bitch, doesn't get a cool death, just nifty stabbing him with a tooth pick, suck it!!! Oh oh and lucifer coming in clutch hell yeah! Love my short king! Also Charlie and Lucifer's (Angel? Demon?) What ever their badass forms was so cool to see especially Charlie's! Also love vox being so obsessed with alastor that he just had to see him possibly fail, and the other V's are like, bro whatever. Like Vox got no life!!! Oh also love Rosie and her cannibals! Ah everything is so good ahhh!!! Excited for season 2! Oh and one more thing...I FUCKING KNEW LILITH WAS IN HEAVEN, CALLED IT!!! Also bet money either lilith or eve got Alastor on a chain fr fr. Anyways goodbye.