#i dunno i didn't read it

[flightyquinn]

Do you love the colour of the dissertation?

sleeping dog 1: "the killer is not hiding under the bed"

sleeping dog 2: "the killer does not have big knife and doesnt want to hurt you"

scared guy: "i know you both are not telling the truth and that the killer is under the bed with a big knife and wants to hurt me"

let sleeping dogs lie

[nenoname]

It's still interesting that TBoB called more attention to Stan's control over his mindscape (And if you go with the interpretation that the lost pages are partial truths that are heavily influenced by Bill, then he's the one insisting that only someone with training should be able to have that much control over the mind.)

Meanwhile we have a memory!Stan. Someone who apparently knows too much and is rather aware for being a simple memory.

From the Wheel of Shame, we know Bill was able dig up all kinds of dirt on Stan but... that wasn't why he was there in the first place, was it?

Bill couldn't find the code immediately despite a memory of Stan opening the safe being a few hours old at most and decided to have Mabel try find it for him (The original concept of the ep had it far more hidden but this was likely cut because of time constraints)

Ford did experiments on Stan's mind which likely meant using Project Mentem and actually looking around his mindscape, and his only reaction was to comment on his jokes-- despite what little we the audience know being enough to render us sobbing wrecks

(yes I refuse to shut up about this part cos the book's intro is extremely underrated)

Stan was able to replace his memories of Ford with the swingset instead and managed to hide Ford in his Bar Mitzvah memory. And that's not even mentioning the lack of visible Portal and Stan o' War which noticeably show up in Ford's dreamscape (the broken swingset manifesting anyway pains me tho)

He subconsciously has misdirects for his secrets that are both silly and manages to disturb everyone too

And while Bill-as-Soos being bored by the vending machine memory is a joke that's basically the crew's way of going "hey remember the thing way back in the first ep that's going to show up in the next one?" and in-universe appears to be Stan slipping up, it's interesting that they had Stan input the wrong code when it's consistent literally every other time its inputted (especially when it shows up correctly in the very next episode)

It's even possible that the safe code that Bill found could have been a misdirect too but we'll never know since the safe got blown open by dynamite.

Stan was able to buy time by making his mind blank despite being genuinely terrified when Bill enters his mind (to the point that he breaks character and uses his own voice to yell), and could conjure up his living room (in colour opposed to his mind's regular greyscale) to make sure Bill didn't have enough room to flee, slamming the door in his face before the effects of the memory gun kicked in.

(EDIT: Random door analysis here)

And maybe the twins eventually told him that Bill had already been inside his mind after their W3 reunion, but all we know was that his conscious self was left in the dark for ages and wasn't really aware of Bill until Weirdmageddon.

TBoB showing McGucket's dreamscape also brings up the idea of the effects of the memory gun manifesting differently to each person. To Stan's mindscape, the memory wipe manifests as blue flames which immediately brings to mind Bill's powers but it's a far lighter shade (maybe to more closely match the memory gun and its eventual fade to white?)

The end of TBoB and the website poem also firmly reminds us about Stan's connection to fire but there's also the question if Stan himself is actually aware of it...

[kettlefire]

Mr. Mind is a brilliant villain who can face off against beings claimed Champion by Gods. Facing off doesn't always mean winning, in fact he doesn't win rarely at all.

But this time Mr. Mind has a new trick up his sleeve. A ghostly being he tracked down and hired to build him a suit similar to the ghost's own and to hunt down the mighty Shazam. Mr. Mind with Skulker at his side, prepare to defeat the Big Red Cheese once and for all.

Skulker wasn't used to being searched for his fame. Not following his death, not when he turned into a tiny, glowing green booger.

He knew exactly how he looked. It was one of the biggest things he had to deal with in his afterlife. Skulker had died like a hero and lived as the greatest hunter in his time. He died the same way he loved to live, and he had few regrets.

Skulker refused to let the world see him as this insignificant, annoying piece of trash. So he put all the effort he could into his suit. Created something that mirrors his image when he was living.

And no one had been the wiser. Not until that little whelp had destroyed his suit pulled him from the casing like nothing more than an insect.

It had been the catalyst for his need to get that pelt, to take down his foe because Skulker had never met a prey he couldn't best.

Yet, the little dipstick always seemed to one up him. Skulker found his fight waning as the days grew on. His want to take down the whelp ended up dying, and he found himself a little lost.

And then, he met Mister Mind.

Normally, Skulker wouldn't give his time of day to a worm. There was no need to. It was an insignificant thing, just like Skulker felt, no matter how large it was.

But Mr. Mind had searched for him, had put so much effort into finding him, and Skulker figured, why not hear the thing out? Why not see what the fuss was about?

It wasn't often these days that he was seeked out for his skills, his top-tier hunting that everyone seemed to forget, or his ability to craft wonderful tech. Despite being bested by a mere mortal child.

When Mr. Mind had given his proposal, had promised Skulker anything he wanted exchanged, it was a hard deal to pass up. He had been promised the power he needed, the unlimited access to whatever material he might need.

If he ordered a bit extra, put that towards his own pet projects, that didn't matter. Mr. Mind hired him on for a specific task. However long it took Skulker to complete it, it didn't seem to matter.

The sooner, the better, though, so Skulker put full attention into the creation of this suit. He worked hard in making sure everything worked well, and it fit perfecting to Mr. Mind. He totally didn't get Technus' help.

Mr. Mind had been overjoyed when Skulker showed him the final product. Immediately jumping in and going for a test run.

Skulker was equally proud of his creation. It was strange to create something for someone else, especially a worm. Yet, he felt prideful as he watched the suit in action.

All that was left was the showdown. The breaking moment between Mister Mind and this Big Red Cheese, the worm seemed to talk about often.

The Cheeseman seemed like a notorious foe compared to Skulker's little whelp he dealt with. The sight of the magical being was a sight for sore eyes.

A welcomed change.

Skulker was only there for mechanical support, though. He wasn't meant to join in on the fight, not unless Mr. Mind was losing. But even then, the worm had a handful of other tricks up his sleeve.

Skulker hadn't planned to jump, truly. But the magical whelp hand managed to escape him. When Mr. Mind told him to find the man, Skulker didn't refuse.

Managing to track down the magical being in an alleyway a good few blocks away from the initial fight.

At first, Skulker felt pride and joy at the sight of the beaten man. The way he was struggling to even stand straight. Skulker hadn't failed his task, and it was all he could ask for these days.

But when he saw the Big Red Cheese suddenly be struck by a flash of light, he had felt a moment of fear. Specifically, in losing this catch that he was meant to catch.

When the sight switched to a young boy, a child. Something barely the age of the whelp that plagued his thoughts, Skulker couldn't fight. Couldn't bring himself to want to hunt.

It was one thing for him to hunt down a child that did him wrong. It was a completely different thing to attack a child for something that had nothing to do with him.

It hurt Skulker to lower his weapon, where it was aimed at the boy. It was losing a bounty. A task, a mission, a hunt. But he couldn't do this, it struck something deep his core.

Even as he watched the child try and be brave, despite evidently cowering in Skulker's eyes. He let his gun settle by his side, extending his hand towards the boy.

This wasn't that infuriating whelp, and Skulker reminded himself of that as he felt a clammy hand begrudgingly accept his suited hand.

[bixels]

I'm not getting into The Giving Tree discourse...

[silverskye13]

One man brings A dragon down

[cementcornfield]

Offseason Thoughts!!

ok i know a lot of people are dreading this offseason because it’s going to be Long it’s going to be Dramatic, but honestly i’m so here for it. like lowkey i love this time of year because really it’s the time for completely unbridled optimism in a lot of ways. if we do A, B, and C, who’s to say that that doesn’t fix the team and we win the super bowl next year? you literally can’t know for sure that it WON’T work!! (i didn’t say it was a time for realism, i said optimism, perhaps delusionally so 🥲) 

plus i’m just genuinely interested in all the roster building stuff. figuring out contracts and how those might work, free agency, the draft and everything that those things entail - love it! all about it! so if you’re a sicko like me who IS into all of this (and i completely understand if you aren’t because it WILL be exhausting) i thought i’d make a little overview about the things we’ll be dealing with over the next several months. 

Here is a list of all the internal free agents we are going to have to make decisions on, along with their expected cost and the likelihood of us keeping them

^Here is our expected cap space for the next few years (taking into account expected cuts like Rankins, Hubbard, and Cappa) plus some extra commentary.

as you can see, we have MORE than enough cash and cap space to be very aggressive this offseason. will we be? it’s certainly not in our reputation to do so, but they HAVE been making baby steps over the last few years to catch up to the modern nfl. the most recent example of which is firing coaches like lou before their contracts are up! very uncharacteristic of the brown family. and i think this reflects rumblings you hear on twitter that the organization is frankly embarrassed at how this season went (rightfully so). so i think you can expect they will do SOME things to reflect this urgency, even if it’s not as much as we’d like them to do. 

the biggest decisions to be made: what do we do about tee?? what do we do about trey?? and then of course extending ja’marr, which i don’t think is a decision at all for anyone, but they’ve gotta decide how to do it to make both sides as happy as possible, when they struggled with that right up to the first game last season 😭

Tee: obviously if you’ve been following this blog you know i want to keep tee. i think we can pull it off and i think it will be beneficial to the team long term. but there is an argument to be made regarding his durability/injuries and whether the resources we’d spend on him would be better spent elsewhere like on fixing our historically bad defense. however, to that i say that we’re actually already one of the biggest spenders in terms of cap space on defense, and it didn’t help at all lmao. once we get rid of people like sheldon rankins and sam hubbard, who are definitely no longer worth the value of their contracts, we will free up a significant portion of the cap and use it to find better value free agents that can help us. the strategy going from overpaying for bad players to paying average amounts for average players. because with a top 5 offense like we had this year, we truly only need an average defense, unlike the HISTORICALLY bad one we had this year!

(now a caveat to this is if the bengals would actually show they’re willing to go all out and spend BIG on the BEST defensive free agents, then perhaps that’s worth more than keeping tee. but the only thing with that is that i just don’t believe the bengals would do it either way. even in 21 when we fixed our whole defense with free agency, we still did it by acquiring a bunch of smaller name value free agents, who ended up performing far above what the market thought they would. and i imagine that will be the strategy by the FO whether we keep tee or not.) 

you can also say that a large part of our FO’s failure the last few seasons has been that we aren’t keeping our Known Talents. we drafted and developed jessie bates into a star, and then we let him go because we thought we could easily replace his value for cheaper in FA and the draft….and three years later safety is still a huge hole on our roster. DJ Reader is another example of a key player for our team that we thought we could replace and we failed dramatically. looking at tee, who is the replacement we have in line? jermaine?? for SO MANY reasons that is no longer a viable plan lmao. Someone in FA? this is a weak FA class. so we’d let tee walk and then probably end up overpaying for a lesser talent? what’s the point of that? okay maybe we draft a WR high to replace tee? well i’m hearing that it’s also not a great WR draft. and to expect a first year rookie to come in and offer even half of what tee does is also not a super sound strategy! (not to mention we’d have to spend a high draft pick that should probably be used on defense!) 

tag tee? maybe! but i don’t think it’s as likely as extending him at this point. the second tag will be expensive (i think over 25k? maybe 26k) and that takes up a big chunk of our cap space if that’s what we’re worried about. plus it will piss off tee, to be tagged twice and not given the benefit of being able to get a long term deal? with his injury history especially? players hate that shit. i think it’s more beneficial for both parties to just do an extension at that point if we want to keep him. you can spread the cap hit out easier for the team, and tee won’t have to worry about his long term security as much. 

ANYWAY this got long, honestly tee should have just been his own post lmao. but this situation is deifnitely the most interesting to me and seeing how it goes will be FASCINATING. 

Trey: he requested a trade last offseason because he knows that his current contract is significantly less than he deserves for the value he offers (and that was BEFORE he got first team all pro and led the entire nfl in sacks this season, oh god 🥲) we have him under contract, but would he be willing to play under it? or would he retire like he threatened to? i’m honestly not sure, and i hope it doesn’t come to us finding out. we need to keep our star players happy, which means we need to figure something out here. do we extend him? he just turned 30, which the FO always frowns upon when it comes to extensions lol BUT he also just had his best year? i don’t think even our idiotic FO could say that just because his age starts with a 3 now means he’ll be washed next season or even the season after. what i’m seeing on twitter is that he’s expected to get at least one more deal of 2-3 years. and looking at the age of elite edge guys in the league, i think that that’s fair! and if you ask me, completely and totally worth it to keep trey. i mean jesus, who do we even have on defense if we lose him?? i think this one is a no-brainer, we’ve gotta offer him an extension for more money and i think he’d still be willing to take a reasonable deal to stay. 

Ja’Marr: oh my god. i’m still filled with SO MUCH RAGE when i think back to how CLOSE we were to getting him signed last offseason. we were RIGHT THERE. all the rumors were saying it was basically a done deal!! all the numbers and years were agreed upon!!! but our cheap-ass FO couldn’t just get over themselves and structure the guarantees to match how most deals are done in the rest of the league!! they showed they’re willing to do a modern structure for Joe, they need to show they’re willing to do it with the rest of our stars. especially our first team all pro triple crown winning stars!! jesus christ!!!

the only thing that offers me some comfort is that ja’marr is still on the same path, contract-wise, as Justin Jefferson. they also couldn’t get over the hump before his fourth year even when both parties wanted to, and he ended up signing a massive contract in june the next year. i’m hoping that we can accomplish the same on a similar timeline because oh my god i do not need all the drama of ja’marr missing training camp again! and when you look at all the other WRs up for an extension this offseason (garrett wilson probably the only one who even comes slightly close to ja’marr’s level), i think it’s fair to say that ja’marr is setting the market whenever he signs. then like with justin’s last year, the other WRs will all sign slightly below. so i’m hoping hoping hoping that there’s no motivation on either side to drag this out. but of course, we’ll see!! 

and then we’ve gotta think about the lesser free agents like Mike G, Mike H, BJ, Germaine…i have no idea what we do with them. i’d like to retain Mike G…..the three defensive vets i dunno! they’re good locker room leaders…mostly? they’re still solid if not losing a step. should we bring them back for reasonable vet deals? probably?? can we find better value in FA?? i’m honestly not sure. like you don’t want to lose these guys but it’s also hard to say that we should keep them at all costs when you look at the defensive performance last year. i just don’t know here. i’d hope we keep at least one of them? BJ maybe being the most important in my eyes? 

there’s so much more to talk about honestly but i’ll stop yapping for now! what do you guys think we should do?? i’d love to hear your thoughts! 

[mamawasatesttube]

hmm.... gotta admit i don't think i'm a fan of the connor amnesia plot in green arrow/black canary so far. i did like the design they gave sandra hawke in the flashbacks at least but hmmm...

[likesdoodling]

Discussing stuff~

Sisters... are different everywhere.

Incognito mode?

Surprise visits get the best reactions :D

New lil bro acquired

Social interactions recquire recovery time. And of course, some hot leaf juice 🍵👍

For context, this is just a bunch of doodles from yesterday~ 'cause I felt like it.

:D

[refinedpet]

Since I had the pleasure of starting my day with such

I did wanna say that while the Trans Lifeline is great and I encourage people to call it if they need help.

Even months before the spike in use due to the election, I have never had a call go through and always been told it's busy, even trying to call multiple times the same day.

Why I'm saying this is 988, one of the first options they ask is support for LGBT+ people. And they have much more staffing.

So while it's very understandable if you want to try Trans Lifeline first, I heavily encourage calling 988 if that doesn't work instead of waiting.

Before I got into the habit of actually calling when I needed it, I just simply wouldn't call back or try for more help.

I'd call, be told it was busy, try again later and get told that again. One time I waited an hour to message back and forth. But ultimately that feeling like I'd already tried and failed would stop me from trying more things to help myself.

So, if you do need the support, it doesn't need to be a dire situation, and you can't get through Trans Lifeline. Call 988

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

I imagine Jason didn't fully really see Dick as his brother, that was more like a distant figure. Nightwing who's a hero and very cool and sometimes tells him he's doing a good job. Like? Augh. Putting this into words

He never truly yearned or hoped for Dick to hang out more, to be his brother, to take him on trips in and out of uniform. Like he thought about it, but it just. Didn't seem the realm of possibility. Dick was cool, he liked him, he would've loved to hang out with him more. But the idea having an actual proper relationship never really fully crossed him. He didn't agonise over Dick not being a brother because it just. Didn't come to mind, it didn't seem a possibility, it just wasn't a thing. Why would he expect Dick to be a brother to him, why would he ever expect Dick to hang out with him more

[telesodalite]

Woe, unfinished, mildly edited, fulfire fic tid-bits be upon you

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Like a magnet, his optics kept drifting back to Misfire's face. His stupid, strangely charming face.

For a short while, after Clemency, it had been that face that haunted some of his nightmares. His recalls blurring the lines between the strange reality of Misfire's hands reaching into him to lock his fuel pump back into the very spot he'd pulled it from, and the fear that just as easily he could pull it out again. They had been bloody dreams. Dreams that had him startling awake, gripping his chest in the vain attempt to close what wasn't open, before spending the rest of the day avoiding Misfire's optics.

But now things were different. Not Misfire's face. No, that hadn't changed much. But Fulcrum's dreams had definitely changed. To say the least of what all rolled around in his processor as he slept nowadays.

Some of those newer dreams had crept to the forefront of his mind as he sat there on the couch, staring as the lights of the screen reflected dully across Misfire's plating in hazy blues and greys.

The lighting made his colors seem muddy and faded, but Fulcrum didn't really care, nor did he care to think what it made himself look like. He was too busy bringing an empty engex can to his lips while he watched the crinkle of Misfire's nose as he barked a laugh at something Fulcrum didn't catch onscreen.

He'd started noticing it months ago, all the ways the silvery mesh of Misfire's face would scrunch up with his emotions. Those little crinkles along his optics and nose when he laughed or glared. The creases indented along his cheeks when he grinned. Fulcrum found himself quietly logging away these little details. Idle notes and observations that had suddenly started piling up in the corners of his processer.

He… He'd never really done that before? He'd never really noticed those sorts of things in other mechs.

The faces and expressions of his past colleagues never seemed terribly important. All the details of every smile and frown were never worth filing away, outside of few notable moments where those expressions reflected his work performance. But besides the smile that meant promotion, and the frown that meant he'd screwed up, nothing else was noticeable. Nothing was worth remembering.

But now the memory of every genuine laugh that bubbled out of Misfire sat comfortably besides memories of warm joyful optics that Fulcrum found himself collecting every time Crankcase cracked a rare half-smile for him, or when Krok placed a reassuring hand against his back, or the times Spinister spontaneously pointed out something odd but ultimately nice about his stupid frame.

He didn't really know why he was doing it, memorizing all these mundane little things, just to have them flit through his processer randomly. Maybe it was because those expressions, those details, felt… comforting? Comforting in such a strange and unfamiliar way. But, a good way. A good sort of strange, much like the mechs themselves.

-

-

He had stared for a long moment, the credits and their rolling tune playing somewhere in the background as Fulcrum stared back. But Misfire was never one for personable silence, even as the sound of some likely long dead Iaconian orchestra filled the room.

"What is it?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping him as he brought a hand to his face, "Don't tell me I've poured it all over myself again."

It had taken Fulcrum longer than usual to unstick his glossa from the roof of his mouth as he watched Misfire run a thumb over his lips, but eventually he had coughed out a small, choked, "No."

That had earned him an odd look at first, but with their fields loose and open, Fulcrum could almost feel the exact moment something clicked in Misfire's mind, as the idle comfortable static he projected in pulsing waves evened out into something openly curious and almost subdued.

It wasn't often Fulcrum felt him that clearly.

Misfire tended to keep his field fairly close, though, maybe not as close as the others did, what with how Crankcase kept an iron grip on his, and how Krok's always held an air of strained control, even when it slipped from him. But still, Misfire's was always hard to read, no matter the reach or depth of his field.

Even then and there, with it loose and unfiltered and buzzing with the engex running through his system, there was an ever present undertone of something indescribably jumbled about him, like too many feelings at once, each too vast and hurried for Fulcrum to really feel or understand.

It always seemed to stir the passive anxiety Fulcrum must've been forged with when Misfire's field brushed against his own. As facing the indescribable vague mess of Misfire felt like trying to untangle a pile of live-wires he couldn't even see.

It was almost frustrating in a sense, the need to try and sort and understand what wasn't even his to begin with. But at the same time it was almost exciting as well. It was like a game, like a puzzle he had yet to solve.

-

-

Finally letting his own can go tumbling to the floor to join Misfire's, Fulcrum had brought a hand to cover his face as he drew his legs up and leaned back against the arm of the couch, trying to suppress the fit as the sly look slipped from Misfire's face at the sounds.

While Fulcrum had laughed, and… snorted, embarrassingly, he had felt Misfire's field change again, brushing something fizzy and almost warm against his plating as Misfire's features softened.

"I'm looking at you," Fulcrum had said then between gulps of air, letting his hand fall from his face as he reached out to poke at Misfire's chest, "Dumbaft."

His finger had lingered over the thick plating there for maybe a little longer than necessary, drawing Misfire's attention as it slid down a little before pulling away.

Looking back up again with his helm angled slightly, Misfire had followed the sight of his hand leaving his plating to where Fulcrum let it fall between them.

"Wow…" Misfire had chuckled a little dryly, "I was gonna make it real easy for you. I was going to say something like, ''Do you like what you see?'' or-… or something like that. But now you've ruined it. Good job."

Meeting Fulcrum's optics again as he pulled his own hand back from Fulcrum's shoulder, he brought it to rest between them as well.

"And you're laughing at me," He said next, faking a small pout as his hand drifted closer to Fulcrum's, "Which totally ruins the whole vibe I was going for really. I mean, it's sort of hard to be all nice and suave-like when you're being laughed at. Total vibe killer. Bit of an ego killer too if I'm being honest. So thanks for that loser, thanks for saying I have a funny face."

With Misfire's fingers brushing distractingly past his own, Fulcrum didn't think before the words stumbled out of him.

"I like your face."

It came out almost matter of fact sounding, Fulcrum's laughter having died down while Misfire complained about it. But at the same time the words felt so simple, they came out so easily, and in a weird way they felt nice to say. But Misfire's optics had widened in surprise, his frame frozen and his field suddenly struck quiet, and despite the engex numbing his usual nerves, Fulcrum felt a sudden pang of anxiety because of it.

The silence in Misfire's field was terribly alien. It felt wrong, and something in Fulcrum spiraled to think he had caused it. But slowly, almost as if it were creeping forward, an odd almost scrutinizing uncertainty fanned outward in a careful wave. Misfire moved with it, leaning closer as he searched Fulcrum's expression for something.

"Oh yeah?" He'd said lowly then, and that sly look returned. But that vague uncertainty didn't fade with it, if anything, Fulcrum felt it strengthen. Caught between what he saw, in Misfire's easy smile and dimmed optics, and what he felt, in the growing hollow distance within their fields, Fulcrum found himself frowning and pulling back.

-

-

Growing frustrated with himself, and wanting that feeling back, he had pushed forward, shifting onto his knees as he reached for Misfire's face before the other could pull away from him entirely.

"I like your face." He said firmly, maybe too firmly. His expression still drawn into a frown as he pressed his fingers into Misfire's helm, brushing his thumbs across the silver mesh he'd been staring so intently at before. "I like your optics, and your nose. I- I like the way you smile. When you really smile, and when you laugh. I do. I'm not lying."

And oh there it was again, that little curl of warmth in Misfire's field. Almost a tangible thing, like a brush of ventilation, but Misfire wasn't venting. His mouth hung open ever so slightly, but no breath left him as he stared at Fulcrum with widening optics.

Spurred on by that tiny bloom of warmth, Fulcrum chased after it with slightly slurred words and clumsy hands as he tried to fix whatever he'd done wrong, hoping with each word that Misfire might soften and smile again.

"I like your expressions, and- and I like your voice," He said, glancing down at Misfire's parted lips, and laughing softly, nervously, as he continued, "Even when you say something so stupid. I like- I like the way it sounds. I like your accent, I like the way it makes your words sound. I- I like your- your mouth?"

Once more that weird but nice feeling settled in Fulcrum's chest. Those simple words felt good to say. It felt like a weight off his shoulders, like an admission he'd been waiting to say. About what and why? He wasn't really sure. But the warmth grew, and Misfire took a sharp vent inwards, and that felt right, so Fulcrum kept on.

"I like your helm," He said with a smile, reaching up to brush his fingers over the jutting finials there, before dropping his hands to settle lightly over Misfire's chest. "I like your frame, the colors of it. I like your-"

Before he could finish, Misfire was surging forward, knocking their helms together and nearly bruising the mesh of their noses as he tried for, and just barely missed, Fulcrum's lips.

-

👁👁👍

[c-hrona]

My ArtvsArtist of 2023 :D

I didn't do one last year because i felt like i did very little, beside being quite depressed and in a general low stage of my life.

This year tho, has been really a different story: I really missed drawing like this, so often, so energically, full of passion and, honestly, pride for my results. I'm very happy and I truly hope to continue this path.

A really, really big thanks also to all of you. I felt part of something beautiful and the love I received was almost blinding, it made me go on and helped me truly a lot.

Thank you, y'all.

And always Love&Peace!!!

[aran-morinorea]

@povo20137 i missed him tooooo

He lets Celebrimbor put the thing on. The pendant hangs close, in the hollow of his throat. Notably, it doesn’t seem to have any effect until the clasp closes.

That effect, however, is potent. It's a strange experience – like and unlike the mirror-array and the box. More stable than the mirrors, but less complete than the box. His senses seem to be intact, and holding his Elf-shape no longer feels like trying to carry liquid in a cloth bag. Whether he can push past it to change on purpose is a question he’ll leave for later; he’s in the middle of something.

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

Steve gives me maternal instincts.

Well I sure fucking hope not?

I don't need no one out there tryna be my mom. I'll be good. Thanks though.

Steve looked more terrified than anything to see this, which only majorly confused Soda.

[misc-obeyme]

Something Diavolo and Barbatos will never forget is the look Calypso gave them after he found out they knew he would die and said nothing. Not even a weird and vague hint.

Calypso didn't blame any of the brothers aside from Belphie and especially not Lucifer. He warned Calypso multiple times. No, Calypso blamed himself, Belphie, Diavolo and especially Barbatos.

The look of betrayal, hurt, and pure, raw anger. The way his pupils were nearly not existent slit in his eyes when he looked at them. The uncried tears of anger and sadness. The way he trembled with the urge to hurt them in any way he could.

Verbally, physically, mentally, emotionally. He didn't care. He despised them for the fact that they knew and had chosen to stay silent about it. Other than 6 out of the seven brothers not being blamed he didn't blame anyone outside of them.

Not thirteen, not Simeon, not Raphael, not Luke. No one else knew except Barbatos and Diavolo.

Most importantly they will never forget the words that left Calypso's mouth. Quiet, trembling, and honest.

"I hope this day haunts you."

Bows for barb

Damn, back at it with the angst I see.

I suppose the reaction depends on how you think Diavolo and Barbatos feel about an MC being distressed about the events of lesson 16. Er uh... that is what we're talking about here, right?

Just because I kinda wonder if they'd be like well it's not like we didn't bring you back, though! It was all in the name of fixing Belphie's problem with humans!!

Somehow I think that kind of reaction would just make your guy more angry. And they may be demons, but they're not dumb. They'd probably try to act sufficiently apologetic even if they weren't really. OOF now I'm turning them into manipulators a;sldkfjf just disregard my nonsense and you do you lol.

[blushblushbear]

May I request 💓💝💘 for Ferris, please?

Oh man, phone fling guys. Won't lie I don't know them that well. Literally had to go back and read through his route on the wiki (at least I remembered who he is)

He's kinda funny in a depressed overworked capitalism kinda way (mood), but MAN he needs to lay off his co-worker. Like chill homie dead ass 9__9

Still waiting for all the guys to make it to the main game. NEXT POLL WHEN?!

ANYWHO

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

I think it's just cautious flirting until he thinks there's something back and then it's open flirting with reckless abandon! It really won't be a secret. (but it will be a little bit desperate and horny {again, mood})

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Honestly anything you can do together to break the soul crushing monotony of his life. Even just those little life adventures like going to a Denny's at 3 in the morning really help him feel like he's alive for once. Also food. Buy him food, cook him food, give him food. He's literally this meme. (I'm loyal if you feed me and I will never leave cause well I need the food)

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

That they're fun. They're just fun! And easy to talk to. And they make him feel so much less alone. It's nice being around them. It's healing. Life sucks but it can be improved with good company.