#int: face to face

[christakisbang]

[ariadne-mouse]

It makes so much sense that Fjord is the one to start coaching Beau on how to adjust her self-presentation to be less abrasive, considering he is someone who is actively thinking about his presentation at all times especially in the early game

[sai-int]

[volivolition]

DAY 4: DRAMA - Put on your prettiest face for the masses!

gonna start adding silly captions actually. [POINTS ACCUSINGLY] MELTY FUCK (AFFECTIONATE)!!

[bleue-flora]

Speaking of c!Tommy, I was watching the finale yesterday and noticed that c!Dream is standing on his bed when Tommy and c!Tubbo come to kill him, which damn that could either be a weird coincidence (especially considering he’s looking in a chest that is empty) or it’s meant to imply that they tried to assassinate him - like slit his throat or something in his sleep type deal… which damn that’s fucked up.

The heroes everyone - come to slice a man’s throat in his sleep after he hasn’t done anything to them in many months…

[carpwood]

[moonshynecybin]

I wish we could’ve seen Marc’s reaction to Vale’s retirement. At the end of the day Marc basically worshipped him throughout his childhood and Vale was one of the first to support him when Marc first got in MotoGP. I wonder if despite all he still felt even the tiniest bit sad or if it was just a relief for him.

i mean we very much do have his reaction to vale's retirement. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but we very much do have that quote

[kingcalimthesnailheart]

Which shoot from the hip member is the only human in an all Muppet cast (consisting of the other three)

I feel like they are all Muppety. Additionally, would this person be 'just another Muppet' style or 'everyone around is a serious person' (Christmas carol) style?

[yoihino]

The infantilation of goofy/dumb characters is real and I hate it

[sai-int]

my sister's surely fed up with my bs, and she's surely tired of cod

[wheeboo]

babes come get your man

TOMO WHY WOOLD U FCKIFNG DO THIS TO ME ?!\€|€€]**]’&/:;):$$:&:&:&

HES SO FUCKING FINE IM GONNA SCTEAM

[novadragoness]

Durge: Welp, that's enough thinking for today. Time to turn off the brain for a while.

*sets the warped headband slightly to the right, then flops down and stares silently into the sky/ceiling*

[good-beanswrites]

hii hiii is it alright if I request something with kotoko and haruka?(platonic ofc) their character foils drive me insane with all the weak stuff authngghn icant be normal about them

Oooh thank you so much for the request! I realized that these two actually have one of the smallest windows to talk easily, given Haruka's nervousness and Kotoko's T2 changes. They have such interesting approaches to strength/weakness, and I hope I could capture it a bit here! This takes place immediately following Kotoko's bday timeline after Harrow's release:

“I’ll accept those birthday wishes…” Kotoko gave him a wave over her shoulder as she returned to making her bed.  

She shook her head in awe. It was rather impressive how quickly the boy had changed after his verdict. The others had more subtle differences, but he was someone entirely new. She could rest easy, at least, knowing that her verdict wouldn’t change her much. For as long as she could remember, she’d been like this. She knew where she stood, and neither guilty nor innocent verdict would affect that. This verdict was really only an indicator on whether the warden could be trusted or not. 

Her body tensed up when she turned back around, startled by Haruka lingering silently in the doorway. She decided against chastising him for scaring her half to death. Still, she couldn’t keep the bite from her voice as she asked, “did you need something else?”

“Ah… I just…” He twisted his hands together. “I had a question.” 

He fell silent, but Kotoko could tell he was chewing on his next words. She waited.

“H-how do you do it? All the time? You’re older and stronger and braver and I-I just don’t know how.”

“Give yourself some credit. I’m not that much older, or stronger. I only have, what -- two, three years on you? And you did very well in the arm wrestling tournament the other day.” 

She wasn’t being patronizing. For someone so sheltered, Haruka could do some damage. He stood a few inches taller than her. The others had taken the arm wrestling as a little game, but Kotoko had used the event to measure up her fellow prisoners. After his close match with Mikoto, she had made a mental note to take him seriously. 

“No…” his expression twitched, getting frustrated with the misunderstanding. “Not muscles. I mean… you don’t have someone like Muu. You don’t need someone next to you all the time. But you still talk with everyone… and it looks easy. All the time. You always know what to say, and what to do. You never look scared. You never cry.”

Kotoko’s smile softened. She wasn’t the prideful type, but his words gave her a wave of accomplishment. She certainly was scared. She did cry. But she wasn’t about to show a single crack in her resolve in front of anyone here. Haruka had given her the greatest of compliments by confirming her success.

“Ah, you mean strength of spirit. Well, that doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. It comes with my purpose, with my virtues.”

“Virtues…?”

“I see the injustice around me, and want to protect the innocent. When I see how awful the world can be, when I see the monsters that are hurting those who are weak, I can’t help myself.” She clenched her fist. “The power to do so just comes to me.” 

“Oh…” Haruka looked down at his palms. 

Her heart sank, realizing he didn’t quite understand. It was a shame that not all of humanity could be as righteous as her. That heroic drive had always come so naturally to her; she wasn’t sure she could put it into words to explain to others.

Haruka’s open hands were trembling. “Um. Is there any other way?”

“Hm?”

“All my life… I only cause pain to everyone.” His worry gradually turned to desperation.” I hurt everyone who gets close to me. Especially things that are small and weak. My whole life, I’ve been nothing but a… a curse. So… is there another way? Please. I want to be better. I want to be strong! I want to be like you! Tell me!”

He stepped forward, pleading. Kotoko stepped back. 

His blue eyes widened at her sudden shift into defense. “Ah! I. I’m sorry. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s your birthday. You should be… Have a g-good day.”

“Wait.” Kotoko stopped him before he could flee. She was aware of the massive gap between them, the vastly different backgrounds they came from. Still, she offered the same advice that had helped her in her toughest of days. 

“Don’t worry so much about others’ strength. The quickest way to burn yourself out is getting overwhelmed with the power that’s all around you. Once you start putting all your focus toward honing your own skills and strengths, you’ll realize how much you’re truly capable of. You don’t need anyone else. You’ll realize that you are enough.”

“I… am enough…?”

She placed a hand firmly on his shoulder. 

“So, no need to get all worked up now, okay?” 

“O-okay. I’ll do my best.” He stiffened, trying to appear worthy of her words.

She let out a bitter laugh. “I told the others not to do anything for my birthday, but I don’t think they paid me any mind.” Kotoko still couldn’t fathom how they were so friendly with each other given the situation. “Let’s go see if there’s some cake or something.”

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

i need y'all to know that this in9 art series is just an elaborate way of getting me to remember the names and order of the episodes lol

[blcssom]

open to: f/nb inspo: he's an agent who's known for signing young starlets and sleeping with them..... but also giving them their big break so !! take that as you will xox could be someone trying to sign with him, someone who's already working with him and not getting the attention they think they deserve, a director, a rival agent — go wild !

"you know, i really hate these things—" he'd uttered a lot of lies since moving to los angeles, but that one might have been the biggest. frankly, roland ashmore loved the indulgent industry parties his job required him to attend and, more importantly, loved the company they allowed him to keep.... such as his current conquest for the evening. "they never serve anything strong enough to make it feel like a real party, do they?

[todayisafridaynight]

sorry that im obsessed with him <- is not sorry