#i can still

[kindaasrikal]

I have a small headcanon that Kai didn’t style his hair like fire because of his own element or because he found fire cool, but because of his father.

Kai styles his hair to be more like his father. To embody that same passion and protectiveness and love that his father held so naturally and he wanted. Not just for himself, to help remember that man and to be like the person he looked up to the most, but for Nya. Nya needed a father. Nya needed to know how it all felt. Nya needed to understand somehow how Kai felt about Ray. About what he experienced.

So, for Nya, he embodied what he remembered of his father. And for himself, he turned his image into something he wanted to make his father proud of.

Kai, no matter what he does, deeply loves and missed his parents more that anything and the effect of them leaving was much deeper then he let anyone notice, but that was eventually revealed during season 7 (time twins season). Nya obviously was effected but she didn’t have as many memories nor did she have a close enough bond from when she was younger for her to react just as similarly to Kai (again, she WAS effected because thats her parents and she definitely missed them too) but Kai had many issues he suppressed over the years that came to the surface the moment he heard that his parents (supposedly) left them on purpose. He was so hurt by that that he began making the same rash and impulsive decisions he did in the first season.

(He seems to often do that when his family is involved, doesn’t he? First it was when Nya got kidnapped and he ran off to the temple of fire, attacking his parents in that cabin they lived in, when Cole fell off the ship and he immediately went to try turn it back around, when Zane died and literally EVERYTHING he did after, i can’t think of any for Jay but maybe when Jay was slowly losing it in the first realm and Kai started freaking out cause of it, and the way he’s willing to take risks to his own life for Lloyd in general.)

I think when he was younger, he often saw how passionate his father was. He was like a living flame that always warmed them all, never burning their hands every time they reached for him. Kai held onto the memories of his father working closely with the flames on their blacksmith’s, always treating it like an old friend, having a silent conversation no one can hear. He spent time sitting and just watching his father, happy with just that. He clearly remembers the way his father’s eyes were always so bright. So hopeful for the future (and the he got kidnapped and enslaved so…but at least his kids saved him! (one tried killing him))

He remembers the way his father held them protectively, always keeping them safe. He remembers the way he loved so fiercely for his mother and his sister. He felt that same love for years until it was ripped away from him, and then tainted.

The fire that they shared, once something he didn’t understand and then later having become both a connection to his father and a burden of a man he believed was rotten for a short time, was now something he can also have conversations with that no one but him and one other can understand.

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

DAISY???? I KNEW SHE WAS GOING TO DIE BUT NOOOOOOO NOT HERRR

[3knecrotic]

Oh Wow that's New.

[thisisalovestry]

file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever

[wishfulsketching]

Girl dad Silco is a source of endless entertainment for me

Extra doodles:

Someone save Sevika, she is in hell

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[larkiethings]

shaking my head while playing neko atsume so people know that I don’t support outdoor cats

[gongyussy]

i watch baseball for the side quests

update: i think you should look at the reblogs for more important baseball hijinks

[littlemut]

[nariarts]

Spent a ridiculous amount of time last night obsessively editing my hand written zines in Photoshop to take away any tiny blemishes so they were definitely readable.

Whatever. Understand or don't.

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[batri-jopa]

world_of_engineering_75 on Instagram

[crabussy]

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

[donnieisaprettyboy]

can we stop pretending like it’s so super easy for trans men to pass. “oh just put on a baggy shirt and cut your hair-“ it literally doesn’t work like that and I refuse to believe you actually think it’s that easy

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)