#i rambled a little there

[murderofravens]

something about inho that people forget or misinterpret is the fact that he's not the complete heartless sadist that a large part of the fandom portrays him out to be. so far in the show, some of his most genuine moments are his hand trembling when he encounters jun-ho, him shooting him in a non fatal spot and then sending someone to save him, and the moments where he cheered with his team during the games. the happiness on his face was genuine. we've seen him look at himself with utter resentment in the mirror after the moment with jun-ho, and as lee byung hun said— a part of him is rooting for gihun. when he killed the player during mingle, he didn't look like he enjoyed it. i think he looked rather devastated. his eyes were red and glassy when he declared himself dead to gihun. because he kills not for enjoyment, but out of a necessity. every kill of his so far has been what he'd deem necessary. im sure if we could see his face when he killed jungbae, he would simply look indifferent, or the way he did during mingle. i doubt there would be any semblance of happiness or joy on his face. he torments gihun probably because he sees himself in him— the younger, naive inho who thought he could play hero only to end up losing everything. he's bitter and resentful that gihun could get back there and try to save people the second time, voluntarily abandoning his wife and daughter in the process. he simply wants to break gihun's spirit, the way his was.

it's been established through recent interviews that inho didn't join the games as the frontman because he enjoyed it, but rather because he had nowhere else to go. the games became familiar to him, and he couldn't face his mother and brother after everything that happened to him. i also believe he still can't forgive himself for everything that's happened— for losing his wife, and child, and now brother. and this is his own way of punishing himself and isolating himself from the world after losing everything that meant something to him.

with that being said, if there is an actual sadist in the series— it's the recruiter. which is why sometimes it feels like mischaracterization to see the both of them be put in the same league. the recruiter clearly enjoys killing, he has mentioned that he liked the way holding a gun and killing people felt, and how he killed his own father. now that's a heartless, sadistic motherfucker. that's the main difference between the two. inho still has some humanity in him, despite being the villain. even if he doesn't want to. even if it's just for the people he cares about. but the recruiter doesn't. he's toyed with homeless people, played russian roulette and died simply for the love of the game. and that's why the two are not villains in the same lane. and i wish more people recognized the humanity within inho, even if it is barely noticeable.

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

What would u do if u knew u could not fail?

good question!!! i weirdly enough have like a plethora of things i could do!

like first of all, i think i'd do all of my exams. all tests, every one of my grades would be good because i couldnt possibly fail! that makes me sound like a nerd but genuinely, if i was guaranteed not failing, why not?

i'd create world peace, i'd rob a billion dollars from the bank and i'd eradicate guns and explosives from the world. like you wanna bomb a country? nuh uh!

[tawnysoup]

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[frownyalfred]

actually the idea that Dick, the eldest, the only one who ever wore the cowl long term, the only one who raised a Robin on his own, is also the only one who can successfully, perfectly replicate that barked ROBIN! in Bruce's voice? the only one who can pull that exact tone from the depths of his soul, to the point where his voice is identical, so identical that old Robins like Jason are obeying before their minds even realize their bodies are moving? that Dick is the only one, has always been the only one, who can channel Bruce's voice? can channel Batman himself? I am going feral

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[suntails]

growing up!

[fudgecake-charlie]

Dinner at Grian's

[bizarrelittlemew]

i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

[crows-of-buckets]

I think romancing Lucanis as a crow is specifically fun bc like.

Imagine you're one of the other talons. Some whelp fucks up a mission to get rid of the antaam, and yet for some reason Viago doesn't kill them (you know he has a soft spot for that crow, his little protege, but you don't mention it. They're out of the way, that's all that matters right now). You go on with your life.

The First Talon dies. You and the other talons gather to watch one of her grandchildren take her place (you never did think Illario would end up in her shoes. He somehow managed to prove you wrong). Suddenly this Crow who fucked up that one job busts in with Lucanis "demon of Vyrantium" dellamorte with them. The two of them take down Illario (they work together so smoothly, like they've done it all their lives. Lucanis threatens to kill Illario over hurting them. You hear Teia cheering them on. You're too busy killing venatori to think about it). Afterwards, the previous first talon whom you thought was DEAD walks in, and names Lucanis first talon. Instead of making his own decision on what to do with his cousin, Lucanis asks the de riva crow what he needs to do?? And listens to what they have to say??

Okay weird. It's whatever, maybe they have good advice (you doubt it. They REALLY fucked up that job). You later find out that Lucanis took a job for them, and you explain his weird behavior away with that. You move on with your life.

Fast forward a few months, Lucanis Dellamorte has killed a god. So has Rook de Riva, the little shit who fucked up the job??? They also possibly killed/tricked/convinced ANOTHER god?

At some gathering of the talons you make a joke about someone needing to assassinate them before their ego gets too big. Suddenly you have not one, but THREE talons threatening to take you out. Viago and Teia you can kind of understand, but Lucanis??? This is where you find out that APPARENTLY Lucanis and rook are a thing. You just threatened the first talon's partner TO HIS FACE.

This random little asshole from house de Riva has THREE different talons wrapped around their finger. Do you know how jarring that has to be for the other talons??? It's so funny to me idk. Rook de Riva and their murder of talons

[starberry-cupcake]

I was re-watching the little mermaid and it got me thinking: it would have been so cool to be a guest to eric's weddings tbh

this guy's been raving about this mystery girl he says saved him and left him on the beach but nobody believes him, then he found a different girl in the same beach, proceeded to date her for a couple of days in front of the whole town, but then turns up with a different one (allegedly the first one) and decides he's marrying her on the spot

and you're like, sure, I need to see this mess

so you go to the wedding and it's WILD: there's some sort of animal riot, every creature is attacking the bride (including the prince's dog), town date redhead is being carried into the wedding ship in a barrel by a small fish, you're like 'I need to see how this turns out' and then mystery redhead, who was supposedly unable to talk, starts singing???? and talking??? and they're about to kiss???? but then the bride turns into sexy cthulhu???? and the redhead grows a fish tail???? and sexy cthulhu bride drags redhead into the water??????

you are taken ashore while the groom goes to fetch one of the brides, unsure which but all signs point to the redhead that was carried in the barrel, and then there's a storm, and sexy cthulhu becomes gigantic and is wearing a crown and you're like 'work, bitch' while eating snacks and then it's all over and sexy cthulhu disappears

but then there's another wedding announced and you're like 'I'm sure it can't top the first one' but you attend and TRITON shows up too????? myth and legend lord of the sea king triton from the stories????? with a white beard and an 8 pack and the same crown sexy cthulhu was wearing??? turns out he's the FATHER OF THE BRIDE??????? and there are mermaids everywhere, all around the ship, kind of unnerving tbh really really scary situation, but it's fine because triton is making rainbows in the sky and hugging the bride and manipulating water and you're also pretty sure the chef just got decimated by a crab?????

royal weddings should all be like these tbh this prince sure knows how to throw them like nobody else in the disney pantheon

[o0kawaii0o]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING 🗣🗣🗣

[pastabaguette]

look guys i don’t like to argue but i hate it when people portray equius and nepeta like this:

i mean, they’re both just thirteen, come on.

equius is not her parental figure, and nepeta isn’t a fussy baby that can’t eat her fruits and veggies! equius isn’t some malicious evil guy, he’s just a stupid little teenager. that goes for eridan too (and i guess like, all of the trolls, but especially those two). nepeta’s not some innocent little baby. she’s the same age as all her friends. she kills huge wild beasts on the regular for consumption.

a lot of dubs i’ve seen, too, make nepeta sound like a toddler, and equius like a whole grown adult man, and i don’t really like it because neither of them are those things. (granted, i don’t watch too many dubs, so maybe i am wrong on this)

[cj-the-random-artist]

I have made. Another comic. I took a very, very long time, as usual lmao. I originally got inspired to make this after watching through Arcane cuz. Nicely done media makes me want to make things and all that. And, at that time, I'd sent Narinder out on a mission trip in my new save and he came home full of existential dread (I have terrible luck with Narinder on missions therefore so does QPR AU Lambert I guess lol), and it had occurred to me that that would make an interesting premise for a comic maybe?? Turns out it did.

I think I'm happy with this?? The perfectionist in me is not, and to be honest I think I could've drawn a lot of things better and also I think this would read better if it felt a little slower... but also it's 13 pages long so I can't fault myself all that much. I do wish I had spent more time on some of these interactions, particularly between Lambert and the Goat and also between Narinder and his siblings, I have a lot of thoughts about the Bishops post their joining the cult but I haven't had a ton of time to really like... flesh out those ideas as much as I would like to. Maybe someday?? Idk.

Semi-related, while this comic gave me a lot of thoughts about the Bishops it also gave me a lot of thoughts about like, the exact like, I guess boundaries and terms of Narinder and Lambert's QPR, and also about what exactly happened to Narinder while he was out, and he's not lying a lot did happen but that's a little too long to just throw in the description here so maybe future me will describe it somewhere or something. This comic also got me thinking about Webber a fair bit, and once day I will expand upon those thoughts but not today, I have outside activities today lol

Anyways. This comic, like all my art, is not perfect, but it was fun to make and I spent too long on it for nobody to see it, so... enjoy!!

[slightlysaltysometimes]

perv jason. that’s it just perv jason. he’s so ashamed about it, too. since he died young, got revived and immediately went on a vengeance mission, and also was recovering from both mental and physical trauma, he wasn’t exactly sexually active or even interested in the idea. and then he met you, and he just…

he crumbles. he’s like a teenaged boy, even at the supposedly sexual mature age of 24. he’ll pop a boner as a small wind, let alone you in a huge shirt of his you stole (he lent it and never asked for it back) and itty bitty shorts. well, they’re not actually itty bitty, but they’re short and tight enough to clearly see your thighs and ass and it’s driving him insane.

even after the two of you get together, you’d think his appetite would go down. but no! it skyrockets! and he still doesn’t have sex with you for at least six months into the relationship because neither or you were quite ready to go further than heavy makeouts. and he hides his desires and needs, not wanting to pressure you or make you think he’s some sexual deviant.

someday, though, he learns your kinks. he learns through your tumblr and ao3 that you’re practically drooling at the idea of an obsessive lover. of a lover addicted to your scent, your panties against their nose and tongue as they whimper and jack off. of a lover that would kill a man, die, and come back to life just to get a glimpse of your body. it’s a shameful and hidden desire, but he finds out, and he gives into his worst impulses.

he digs through your shared laundry hamper, finding a pair of simple cotton underwear. nothing skimpy or sexy, just a worn pair of boy-short panties with a stain of your discharge on it.

you find him hiding in the bathroom, flushed as red as his helmet as he desperately fists his cock to your scent.

[frownyalfred]

the thing I love most about the “Bruce and Jason are both TANKS” supremacy is that it means, in all likelihood, that Nightwing, Red Hood and Batman went on a joint patrol together at least once and some out of towner goon, in a panic, called Nightwing — all 5’10 180 lbs of him — the “skinny one.”