#it's just. it's special to me

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

Before double life happened, I thought grian was just evolving on the same concept instead of doing new gimmicks. My Idea in that vein was to make all the colors distinct mechanically. Call it caste life.

Last life rules but:

Dark green: no threat at all. Can’t fight. at all. If attacked, their only choice is to run or hide behind a lighter ally.

Light green: no worries. Standard rules, can’t attack with intent to kill unprovoked, but can fight back when they or their allies are attacked, or are attacking. Basically, allowed to join in on a fight that’s already started.

Yellow: Proceed with caution. Can attack unprovoked and with intent to kill, but only when standing on their own territory. A yellow Bdubs can always attack when inside his castles, for example, but forced onto the back foot in the wilds. Or heaven forbid, enemy turf. (Reds have no claim on territory, if the makers of a base are all red names, you can claim it as your own with no issue. (Not from the rules at least, red names don’t need much outside protection, so their blades might disagree regardless.)) The yellow name’s goal is still to survive, not kill off other players, so they’re still safe, as long as you don’t poke at them too hard.

Red life: Danger. As normal; can and must kill other players no matter the circumstance. Hostile, and only care about survival because they can’t keep killing if they’re dead. If they’re the only player left, taking their own life is their ultimate reward.

The idea behind yellow lives was how often in last life people had others walking into their house and looting their stuff, and how they couldn’t stop red lives from just walking through the door.

This would still happen to green lives, but because it would be a feature, not a bug, it would be dramatic instead of kinda awkward.

The more secure you are, you become conversely more vulnerable. And every time you die, you become chipped, jagged, fragile and dangerous.

It would also encourage ren and Lizzie’s sort of dynamic. Dark green royalty, gentle, healing and nurturing. And their golden knight, dangerous but protective, keeping their charge safe at any cost, and in the case they lose their life in the process, being brought back from the brink to continue to stand guard.

(This was not meant to be nearly this long or poetic, I honestly have no idea what came over me.(you can literally see me steadily become more pretentious as the ask goes on))

This is SO cool WHA- I'd read fics about that...

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[anna-scribbles]

so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[simplyjustagirlsblog]

i love laura palmer

[maeamian]

Part of the reason that Republicans are so desperately acting like they will never lose again is because they are deeply terrified that this is their last real chance to win. The big orange dipshit came in and gutted the party of everyone who wasn't a loyalist, which left it full of nasty little gremlins who have gaping voids where charisma and human decency is supposed to go.

They still hold a lot of power, but if we stop them this year the next presidential election may not be the Most Important One Of Your Life™, that's not a guarantee or anything, but if they don't win here and now their future looks grim, this dipshit is the only guy they have left and he's extremely diminished and has his brains leaking out of his ears at this point. We can beat him into the ground.

So that's what we're gonna fucking do. We're gonna break these fucking fash. They will crash upon us and we're gonna break their fucking necks. When they come for us they will lose because they're fucking losers and we have each other's backs which is something they fundamentally are incapable of comprehending.

[kimdokjas]

though the movie might be cancelled, yuri on ice will live forever in our hearts. thank you yoi fandom, it's been real ♡

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[akqrus]

IM SORRY. I'M SO SORRY. They really chose to draw THIS? I CAN'T😭😭😭😭

[sketchtropolis]

He's taking a little tumble,,,

[claredanko]

me when the only horror media ive engaged with is the simpsons halloween specials

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[anna-scribbles]

adrien in my outfit from a few days ago✨ feat. my claws out converse

bonus:

[grapehyasynth]

I really feel tremendous grief for friendships that kind of petered away in the face of life's currents. There are people with whom I formed deep, unique, vibrant, life-changing connections, and then we had to go our separate ways and it was too hard to maintain long-distance. There wasn't a fight, it just sort of faded. And I feel like I have more friendships like this than friendships that have endured, so maybe I just have to get used to it. But if grief is all the love we have left over - well, I never did get to finish loving them. I love them, and I miss them, and I probably always will.

[hamsternamedmarinette]

Don't ask how it got into his room

[homriette]

Happy Paper Mario TTYD REMAKE DAY. I HOPE EVERYONE HAVE FUN AAA