#idk man I just think she's neat

[shsl-analyzer-guy]

ykw I'll be honest and vulnerable here. I've always thought that Junko was kinda mid in THH but hell I have not been giving THH enough credit as of late

It's so easy to forget what made THH so enjoyable to play through in the beginning after you've gone through sdr2, udg, drv3, because DR does what so many franchises struggle with and makes the series better and more fleshed out as it continues. But THH was a fantastic game too and hell I kept playing it for a reason

And Junko was legitimately a very fun mastermind twist, even if it's predictable, she has enough personality for it to feel worthwhile anyway. ESPECIALLY after having to ram it through the other survivors' thick skulls that she and Mukuro both existed, it's refreshing to have more than one character that knows wtf they're talking about, but also I love her different 'personality' shticks she does in her confrontation

Junko is one of those characters that got progressively better and more powerful as the series continues fairly consistently. Yes that includes the Despair Arc (bc let's be real MOST of the problems w/ dr3 were in the Future Arc. Most. RIP Mukuro lovers) and it makes her so. So cool

y'all voted Junko in as most overrated girl from THH for the next analysis but if you ask me I do not think she's rated nearly enough. At least not in this little corner of DR-tumblr I seem to live in. Maybe like 10 years ago when the franchise was still ongoing she was overhyped, idk, but I feel like I almost never see people actually talking about Junko. I think I get more ppl talking about Mukuro than I do Junko which, yeah Mukuro cool, but like, BBEG of the entire franchise guys

[bifrostworms]

oil pastel of that darned princess

[welcometogrouchland]

my Stephanie Brown hot take is that she should get mad bitches now that she's single in comics. Yes yes shipping BUT the one time she had sex she was punished by the narrative via teen pregnancy. I think she should be allowed to have as much sex as she wants with zero consequences. Could be a lot of sex, could be a little. Point is she should get to do it without getting narratively baby trapped this time. she should get them pregnant, actually.

[emry-stars-art]

Another page from my sketchbookkkkk this time I asked my friends for fish that I could turn Allison into lol

Find the mer aus masterpost here 💕

[artnshitposts]

haven't even played the game but I just know she'd love build-a-bear

[prettycozyghosty]

Rules: use this Meiker.io to create your Lavellan (or another OC) as they would appear in ancient Arlathan – in both peace and war – and a little snippet about what their life might have been like during both. Then tag some friends!

I Don't have anyone to tag but boy do I love to talk about Sulahnera. Her daily life in Ancient Arlathan would be spent in service of Myhtal. Her duties most often have her traveling messages from Mythal to those within her ranks. However, if no letters need be sent she could often be found serving as a bard to Mythal herself, or to any who served her. She sung of past triumphs, peace times, of love or of power. Days she gets to herself however, are spent in the fields, finding peace among the flowers. Her duties continued in wartimes, merely taking a different shape, she would carry information between forces, known for her speed, and dexterity on the battle field. While typically not a fighter, that speed meant she was able to weave her way through dangers without issue. When needed, her songs were also a source of morale.

In both wartimes and peacetimes her gaze of course would sometime cross that of one of Mythal's closest friends, Solas. While much remained unspoken and unacted upon, it was undeniable he was her favorite recipient to visit with messages from Myhtal.

While her days under Mythal were fairly peaceful, she could see the cracks beginning to form in their empire, and was drawn into Fen'Harel's rebellion, following the man whose Wisdom she witnessed on more than one occasion. She used her skills as a messenger for the Rebellion as she had for the Evanuris, and found pride in doing so. (something something also maybe pride in other places something something, solas means pride anad she smooches the man you get it something something)

thanks to @lathbora-virann for the tag and the homework,I had fun lmfao

[web-spinning]

Oh gods she's so beautiful like I'm a gay dude and I know she's beautiful look at her

[arielluva]

came down with verocky brainworms again so this time i am putting them in situations! the situation in question being camping because why not (mostly bc i thought the fish picture would be funny)

id under cut and in alt text

[ID: some digital drawings of vera misham and wocky kitaki. on the left, there is a colored painting of the two of them. vera is holding a fish in front of her with both hands, while wocky is standing to her right with his arms crossed. both have neutral expressions. wocky is wearing a green hat that says "women want me, fish fear me" and has sunglasses on while vera is wearing a green fisherman's hat and vest over her normal clothes. on the right, there is a 5 panel comic drawn in black and white. panel 1: wocky and vera are sitting by a campfire. wocky is roasting marshmallows while vera is drawing in her sketchbook. panel 2: the fire dies down suddenly, causing wocky to react by saying, "huh?" vera notices the fire has gone down. panel 3: vera rips the drawing she was working on out of her sketchbook, crumples it up, and tosses it towards the fire. panel 4: wocky, with a sad expression asks, "why would you do that?! :( one of your drawings..." while vera looks surprised as his reaction. panel 5: vera averts eye contact and, sheepishly, says, "it... wasn't turning out well..." end ID]

[beauregardlionett]

Deanna Leimert was not a simple woman, thank you very much.

She was many things, but simple was not one of them.

But oh, she knew she didn’t look like much to random passersby. Deanna didn’t mind that, though, because she had learned to ignore what other folks thought of her a long time ago. Or at least, that’s what she let other people think. What was important, was whatever task was at hand.

There was always work to be done - kids to raise, mouths to feed, neighbors to check up on, knitting to finish, and a husband to wait up for.

Until there wasn’t anything. Until there was a flash of claws or teeth or whatever had done her in - and nothing. There was always something until there was nothing but a snowflake dissolving into the ocean.

Deanna supposed that wasn’t nothing, but it wasn’t anything either - it wasn’t even everything. It just was. Deanna wasn’t even Deanna there, and hadn’t that been a relief she didn’t know she needed?

How her husband found out, Deanna never asked, and probably never would. Don’t get her wrong, she had a lot of questions.

Why bother with a promise? Why did you move on? Was it easy? Why wait 200 years? Why did you leave the kids behind? Why did you leave me behind? Wasn’t I enough for you? Why am I never enough?

But that was too heavy for “fresh off a resurrection” talk. And it was too heavy for “surprise I have another family” talk. And it was just a little too off the mark for “I’m leaving you behind again” talk. It was always too heavy, too much like a drop of liquid lead, forever adhered to the back of Deanna’s throat because she could never let her anger reach melting point (327 degrees Celsius, in case you were wondering). Because Deanna didn’t let her anger rule her. Or at least, that’s what she let other people think. And maybe herself, too.

So she wandered into Uthodurn and tried not to think about a certain long gone gnome with a knit cap, or her husband, or her family, or the way the world had shifted and eroded without her. Deanna stubbornly ignored the phantom limb sensation of being freshly separated from a whole and then set adrift in a completely separate ocean - alone.

At least in the other place, she knew she hadn’t been alone.

She had her knitting supplies, a new body, a new chance at life, and the symbol of the Dawn Father.

She didn’t have her family. She hasn’t felt grief in so long, Deanna’s not sure if that’s what this weight behind her ribs is. It might just be her heart, but it’s been a long time since she had one that only belonged to her.

The cleric told Deanna that her soul had been willing and able, and she has a brief recollection of acknowledgement. But that consent was starting to feel a little uninformed. If she had known her husband wouldn’t still be Deanna’s, or how long she had been away, Deanna might have made a different choice.

But she was Deanna Leimert and she was not a simple woman.

It was hard to remember if Leimert was her name or her husband’s, but at this point it felt so integral to her identity, Deanna didn’t care anymore. She was now a cleric to the Dawn Father, an attempt to pay the favor forward. A desperate grab at the only anchor she hadn’t lost yet in this new life.

Then there was FRIDA, and a playback of Deanna’s laughter, and it sounded...genuine. Deanna forgot she knew how to laugh like that. FRIDA said laughter was a peek at someone’s soul, and Deanna thought they might be right. To Deanna, her laughter sounded like the other place, like a snowflake on the ocean, like the barely there whisper of grey water against itself for eternity. Her phantom limbs didn’t ache so much with FRIDA and laughter around.

Deanna felt lighter, again. She pushed the heavy talk to the side because what did she have that she might be ungrateful for? There was nothing to complain about! Or at least, that’s what she let other people think. Everyone except FRIDA, who apparently read her like an open book.

Deanna was good, she was great, even! She had her knitting, her stew, FRIDA, and a whole new life ahead of her.

Things were perfect.

[caredscared]

another sketch dump!! (marvel + incredibles + random)

1. christmas with the Brocks + symbiote squad + peter

2. tried to draw jennifer, eddie and logan cramped into a bus. but now it's a v tiny bus

3. more she-hulk (accidentally made her 3 meters tall)

4. bag beter barker

5. i was really sick

6. watched the incredibles 2. fun times

[misty-moth]

I’m having an “is this how you get an OC?” issue lately.

‘Cause this lady just showed up out of nowhere in my subconscious and won’t leave.

Me: Tf are you supposed to be?

Her: I think I’m an OC.

Me: I don’t have an OC.

Her: Well I’m not in canon, yet you know my name, appearance, setting/game, personality, likes, dislikes, history, and future goals… you know, like an OC.

Me: 🤨

Her: 🤨

Me: …but I don’t have an OC.

~So anyway~ I’ve been writing about this random lady that showed up unintentionally, so that should be fun. Definitely not an OC because I don’t have an OC.

[rosecoloredknight]

is it weird that i'd like to watch how my future partner does her makeup?

[floridagirlboy]

hi branch enjoyers. what if transfem air force and transmasc army? please discuss with a partner. you will present in 20 minutes to the rest of your class

[youngdutchishot]

is there any information about Annabelle? yeah, strange question maybe, but i'm genuinely curious!! I want to write a post canon fluffy fic about Dutch and Annabelle, but don't exactly know much about her.

is she even spoken about? or is the only crumb of information during that scene between Colm and Dutch where they're arguing about "oh but you killed my brother wah wah" "yeah well i liked annabelle" ( im obv kidding its much more complex than that yes ik ). I also know of it just being sprinkled into the story here, and there(?), but other than that it doesn't seem to be brought up into the game as much??

like i wana know about her more :(( i just recently wrote down her design since i cant art, but im itching for smth. what is that smth, man, idk, but im itching for it

[transcicle]

who up getting autistic over a podcast theyve never seen

more under cut idk if theyll format or not... beware

some of these i just did some of these are old

some of these are the drawing style thing i did sooo.... in order... : FIRST THROUGH FOURTH IMAGE peter drew those :-) FIFTH rumi drew that one :-) SIXTH exandroth drew those :-) SEVENTH peter drew that one :-) self portait EIGHTH rumi [bad at art edition] both NINE and TEN i dont remember if they were ment to be peter or just me goofin... so picjk ur poison LOL ELEVEN thats peter LAST THREEEE meeeeee :3 9-10 and 12-14 are the older ones everything else i did last night / this mornin'

[loverboybrightsideghost]

what if i said i ship sky and viktor