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these sketches were from 2022, i think...? i never shared them on tumblr
i was reading William S. Burroughs' book 'Junkie' (1953), and i don't know why, but this character, and the descriptions of him really just... stuck with me? i don't know why, but these passages from the first few pages of the book never quite left my mind
We went into the front room. There was a small radio, a china Buddha with a votive candle in front of it, pieces of bric-a-brac: A man was lying on a studio couch. He sat up as we entered the room and said hello and smiled pleasantly, showing discolored, brownish teeth. It was a Southern voice with the accent of East Texas. Jack said, "Roy, this is a friend of mine. He has some morphine he wants to sell." The man sat up straighter and swung his legs off the couch. His jaw fell slackly, giving his face a vacant look. The skin of his face was smooth and brown. The check- bones were high and he looked Oriental. His ears stuck out at right angles from his asymmetrical skull. The eyes were brown and they had a peculiar brillance, as though points of light were shining behind them. The light in the room glinted on the points of light in his eyes like an opal. "How much do you have?" he asked me.
despite being a bit of-its-time, i do love Burroughs' frank writing style, the themes he explores, and something about his introduction of Roy made me excited for every other interaction with him in the book - lo and behold he became my favourite character, the one i hinged on reading about every other scene, and one who i've based many OCs on since i read of him
the "votive candle" paragraph is where i got my current username
anyways, this is my way of saying here is my new twitter account lmao hope you enjoy byeee!!
#drugs mention#william s burroughs#junkie#books#literature#fan art#???#its very niche#whatever#please dont follow me if you dont want discussions of things like addiction disability and anything else#im not gratuitous but i will touch on these things here and there#im not changing that. sorry!!
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spiraling
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk art#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#gojo satoru#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#the minute i realized how tg coded the composition n colours were i decided to turn it up to 11#i was racking my brain trying 2 figure out how to get the layered tissue paper look tht i talked abt ishida's cover art having#cycled through all my usual layer modes n nothing ws Quite right#until wouldnt u know it . divide n subtract!!!!! i NEVER use divide or subtract bc theyre impossible#but fr this??? its like they were made for it oh my god#it makes the greys look translucent n all my textures pop in a way that makes them appear splotchy n Bruised#which ws the whole point thts the Look god i am so PLEASED#when the layer modes tht notoriously get No love finally find their niche <33 peace and love <333#filing this away fr later i am going 2 have a lot of fun with this new information i think#im very happy w how the colours look n i dont think anything else wld have kept the right Mood#but i am always so >:/ when i have to use a palette tht forces me into giving megumi blue eyes#had to set aside th green eyed megu agenda fr the Aesthetic unfortunately#anyway i knew from the minute i saw it that i wanted to do smth involving the opening panel of 268#bc that panel is S tier#i figured tht if nothing came 2 me i wld just redraw it as-is bc it's alr so good but as i ws sketching i was like#u know what u havent done in a while? art tht looks like u r going Insane#art tht makes ur family ask whether everything is ok#so i once again tucked megumi's knees up 2 his chest and apologized insincerely to him fr making the third megumi angst piece in a row#:)
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Surprised nobody has made this joke yet
Plesiosaur grindset
#doodle#meme art#plesiosaur#paleoblr#paleoart#i guess???#its very hard to make a Plesiosaur sit in a gamer chair#this is one of those jokes where i do not know if its too niche but its here for the people who get it#for those who dont google gastroliths
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mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.
now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.
He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.
(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)
The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.
The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.
And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.
(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)
The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.
anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)
#mxtx svsss#svsss au#scum villian self saving system#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#luo binghe#disciple shen yuan#scum villain#svsss#*points at SQQ/SY* i want him to go nuts. as a treat. let him crumble just a little over the stress of his fate and the stress of survival#and the stress of having a lack of autonomy over a handful of his decisions. starry craves angst and she craves a very specific SQQ angst#he was a number 1 hater back in the day and lbr being a hater takes energyyyy. ive heard that this man was the BIGGEST hater i wanna#see him rip a man to shreds with nothing but his tongue and a voice that could cut marble clean in half. skin a man alive sqq you deserve i#*mortal kombat voice* FINISH HIM#i love without-a-cure but unfortunately i dont think SQQ would be able to have WAC and also survive in the abyss.#the succubi nest that adopted him tried seducing him at first. it didn't work. but he did somehow charm them with his cringefail ways#so now they have a brand new mortal big/little brother to dote on. SQQ is frankly delighted to learn all about succubi culture that doesnt#revolve around sex. he makes quite a few friends/allies in the abyss because of his pure fascination and unbiased desire to learn about#demonic culture and all the different niches and nuances of it across species. he's still going insane tho. like that's not stopping.#there's a single LBH pov chapter in the fic and its frankly so unhinged it was fantastic. he's so possessive. he straight up goes:#'oh SQQ isnt gonna be the next peak lord. he's ascending to heaven with me when i do :)' when Sha Hualing (also peak lord) told him that he#couldn't keep his disciple in the bamboo house all the time. what was SQQ gonna do when LBH ascends and he becomes the new peak lord?#gosh that first chapter is rotating around in my mind so bad. LBH was SO unwell. like losing his actual shit over SQQ near the edge.#i so want to write a oneshot abt this where SQQ is also in hysterics (albeit over slightly diff reasons) and tells LBH on his knees:#'this disciple deeply apologizes to his shizun. for he will not be ascending to the heavens with him.' right before he falls into the abyss#this au being disciple SY is for shits and giggles but i can also see it happening for regular SQQ bc 'fuck it im a dead man either way'#frothing at the mouth at this idea also being a SY-is-SJ au too. for the extra angst of SQQ trying to bear the weight of multiple lives on#his shoulders and trying to figure out what is real and what isn't and if he's meant to suffer in all of his lives no matter what he does.#not once in his life has he ever been free to do what he likes has he? self-hatred to the max. he's going mad. poor boy :]
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uxoriousness/meritoriousness
╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝ leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: following a recent outing to spain, leon indulges himself in the chaos of the theatre as a temporary reprieve. what he doesn't expect is to find you, a duke's daughter which captures his attention.
tags: fluff, romance, fem!reader, no use of y/n, early modern century britain, knight!leon (?), terrible flirting on leon's behalf.
a/n: it's 18th century britain leon babey! i attempted at making it as accurate as possible, but i did push flexibility in prose and conventions. i'm thinking of making this about five parts, so please let me know if you want to see more! <3 side note: uxuriousness is an 18th century term to be excessively fond of your wife, and maritiousness is a less common word to be excessively fond of your husband. ;)
part 1, part 2, next parts coming soon!
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Leon Kennedy, from the period of his last excursion to Spain, was admitted a frequent visitor to the theatre. Not particularly for the novelty of it; in truth he had no interest in watching the actors sing about their prose, but instead for the solitary comfort the booth often provided. To lounge in a padded chair and lose oneself to the idle chatter of the audience below bestowed a barrier that subsided his reserves, his tiring thoughts of blood staining his sword and the cracking of ribs as his weapon sinks between them.
Certainly not for another more pervasive reason. Most definitely not the Lady sitting in the booth across the orchestra, watching the play with rapt interest.
You had become a recent obsession of his, watching every slight change in expression that you wore so freely. Distaste at every nobleman vying for your affections, wistfulness at the chaste kiss between two actors, dejection when the curtains came to a full close. A painful curiosity ignited at your countenance and he could hardly withdraw his eyes from your person until the performance had concluded. Several weeks had passed in this kind of intercourse, content with being an unacknowledged admirer and not letting himself be overcome with more powerful considerations.
That was until he spotted another man in your booth, desperately pleading with your hand in his rigid grip, and that same revulsion in your face, which propelled him upwards. He forbore any immediate inclination to withdraw his sword and allow him the same fate he willingly gave to his enemies for even daring to grab you without permission.
His manners were very much admired in his circle, with many honoured with such an attention as his. It is for this reason that he is sure no true gentleman should ever dare force himself upon a woman, and especially not someone with a countenance more touchingly beautiful than he had ever dared to imagine before.
In descending the last steps of your booth, however, your foot faltered and while Leon hastened to assist you, the man’s grip could no longer sufficiently engage to confine. While you were not materially hurt in your fall, it was reason enough to refuse any gracious acknowledgement from the other man.
“My lord,” Leon derided, standing in the gap between the two. “I believe your presence is wanted elsewhere.”
The man remonstrated, and represented the serious danger that threatened from so rash a proceeding. “My lady,” said he in a solemn voice, “Sir.”
The man quickly departed, as the waning patience of Leon could clearly not have endured the repeated attack on another persons honour. But these cogitations were but of short continuance; they vanished with the appearance of your hand, waiting for his to assist you. He does so, pulling you gently to him, and greeted you with a softness oft unfamiliar to him.
“My lady,” Leon said, folded in a deep bow; “I am sorry, exceedingly sorry, that you may have been given uneasiness.”
He wanted so desperately to bring your hand upwards, to brush his lips against the soft unscarred skin of your knuckles. But he is noble in heart, and too afraid to break convention in a manner of all people, so he acquiesced himself to squeeze it once instead. The accomplished mind of his was more likely to succeed in silent attentions than by a formal declaration of his sentiment.
“Any such sentiment was easily quelled,” you responded, the gentle remonstrances in his favour becoming more pleasing and more convincing. “Thank you, Sir, I felt nothing but surprise at your sudden appearance.”
“Your surprise could not be greater than mine in being noticed by you,” said he, hesitating ever so slightly in his forwardness. “My lady.”
A hint of flush coloured your mottled cheeks that retrimmed the flame building with an ardent fire. “Allow me to thank you, Sir,” you said, retracting your hand from his. “If you are not diverted, to join me.”
The present confliction of passion seemed endless; he had already formed an inkling of affection for someone so far out of his station to even consider a proper courtship, and yet the very idea of never feeling that warmth in his palm again ached fiercely. Perhaps it was simply due to the long stretches of time in which he received none at all, but the crime of engaging in a past attachment was severer and more painful than he had imagined. Your hand was gentle in a manner that he is not, uncalloused where his are weathered from a swords grip.
“I shall,” he replied, allowing for you to seat yourself first before he followed, a timid eagerness in his step.
Leon seized the opportunity thus offered, attempting to converse with you, while he was yet considering what he could say, that might interest and withdraw you from this severe reserve. From the style of your dress, he imagined that you were a person of honourable, yet modest personality, who exhibited an air of comfort in the midst of his usual experience of strict upper-class nobility.
It was something about you, he decided, that circumstance had punished him gravely with your presence. He could not remember a true life without it, for all manner of previous happiness seemed finite in comparison. In fine, you were both infinitely charmed with each other, although you lacked the nerve to voice such affections.
“Are you engaged, my Lady?” he said, in a tone much too hurried for the quiet air of the booth. His brow pinched at the suddenness of the intrusion, at the lack of care in his tone that may have painted him impatient, or at worst, rapacious.
“I fear not,” you laughed, and what a wondrous sound it is. Had you been able to encounter his eyes, you may have seen how well the expression of heartfelt delight lightened them. Feeling all the more common awkwardness and anxiety of the situation, now forced yourself to speak. “Are your affections taken by another?”
“No, my Lady,” said he, “present company excluded.”
You coloured and laughed at his reply, and any guilt of his previous misstep is comforted by the brightness of your gaze, cast upon him of all people. Should the divine have asked him now to give all of him to you, he would have gladly obliged in that very moment, forfeiting all mortal possession and any semblance of self in your honour.
“Are you enjoying the play thus far?” you started, still flushed of the affectionate gallantry that he bestows upon you.
“I do not recollect that I am.”
“You do not enjoy romance?”
“I certainly have not the passion which some people possess,” said Leon, “but I am not steadfast in my conviction.”
You turned to him then, proceeding all the particulars of the romantic genre, and would shortly have recited some very plentiful dictation had Leon not interrupted you once more.
“I have never met anyone of such true enjoyment,” he observed, cutting your speech not out of malice, but of something else entirely. Curiosity, or even sensibility, for he had received all your intelligence with the forbearance of civility.
“Exceedingly so,” you answered, “but I honour your sentiment.”
“My sentiment has changed,” he admitted so fondly, that he feared every fault of his would come to light, “in the presence of such knowledgable company.”
When Leon looked upon you again, surreptitiously enough that you do not notice the length of which he watches you, you watch the two actors embrace each other with welled eyes. Even if Leon never considered himself a poet, surely he could manage a soliloquy that encapsulated the joy in basking at your presence much better than any writer. What fascinating sensibility that you wielded so easily, the same way he holds his weapon, freely and without uncertainty.
The curtains drew shut only moments later, uproarious cheering filling the theatre chambers so any further conversation is halted in its vibrance. You clapped politely beside him, assuming an air of graceful satisfaction, and he clapped in turn, if only to momentarily revel in this moment. Never had he felt so beguiled by a story, attention so pulled by the audience as he did now, supposing that memorizing every detail would supply further dialogue to engage your consideration.
While the audience continued their remarks on the performance, mixed with them many instructions of execution and taste, Leon stands from his seat. Despite the initial surety of his action, a hint of trepidation in his expression gave way to his inability to end a happiness so supreme as to efface all impressions of the past.
“It has been a very agreeable day,” you said to Leon, allowing your hand to be lightly grasped in his. “Never has a play entranced me so. I hope we may often meet again.”
“As do I,” said he, and gave you a final bow, just so you could not see the torment in his expression. Would you let me permit you home, is what he did not say.
“Goodbye, Sir-”
“Leon, my Lady.”
“Goodbye, Sir Leon.” The traces of an unbidden smile once again rises, for now you had a means in which to contact him further, to call upon him the next time you waited his presence.
“I am your humble servant,” said he, trembling with anxiety and sinking with despondency, remained for a moment to gaze upon you, unable to take leave yet irresolute what to say that might prolong the moment occurring.
They took leave of each other; you back to the obligations of the family which expects your maintenance, and he to the tavern to drown the remembrance of his disappointment.
#do i think this will be viral? no. this is for a very niche audience aka me and three other people#but i enjoyed writing it so much and really its all about the act of creation#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy fanfiction#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil x reader#resident evil#leon kennedy#resident evil fanfiction#ali writes#leon kennedy x fem!reader#re4 leon#leon kennedy x you#reader insert#resident evil 4#resident evil 4 remake#18th century au
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EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW
EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#the teru & reigen virus can attack at any time.#over the most miniscule things at that.#IVE CONSIDERED THE POSSIBILITY OF THEM BOTH LIKING IT BEFORE. BECAUSE OF REIGEN’S. TASTE IN MOVIES#BUT. AHHHHH!!!!! HAHGHHHGHG!!!!!!!!!!!#its REAL#teru finding reigen’s fdp poster. barely restraining his overjoyed wonder that someone else enjoys something niche he enjoys#teru in his most normalest voice ever: oh wow you like this movie too? what a coincidence! [jittering so bad he might burst]#the teru&reigen movie lineup must he INSANE#be*#i need to make a fic right now (is about to go to sleep)#the possibilities. (<-is insane and crazy and insatiable)#flashback to the flying dead pig comic. tear streaks down cheek#I COULD SENSE THE ENERGY FROM A MILE AWAY. CANNOT HIDE FROM ME#i think reigen would enjoy having someone to talk crappy movies with. but teru would genuinely love them i think so reigen would have to#tread lightly while speaking about them#reigen: yeah the direction in this movie was totally messy#teru concealing biggest saddest frown ever: it is just creative. you dont know a goddamn thing#reigen would not hide his truths [emoji] but he would pity the boy#teru&reigen seventeen hour discussion about old obscure movies (NO SURVIVORS RITSU CAUGHT IN THE BLAST AND KILLED)#im sick#i also love how this trivia is worded. its very deliberate if you get what i mean#‘[muttering out of side of mouth] also..if you didnt know…..’#its a fun piece of factoid to share. and i. i really. im im teally. i jsut . i am telaly gals thhat they worded it aaid ltit like thaey did.#THIS IS SUXH NOTHINGBURGER. IM SORRY#dude this is why i have the teru reigen family album. im desperate for the smallest of morsels. just a CRUMBBB PLEAAASE#GHHAHAHEHEHAJA !!!!! HHHRHEGEGAHAHS S AAWWHHHH AHHHHBABHAHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH!!! RRRRAGHSHHAAAGAGEGGEHHRHRH#mob psycho 100#mp100#teruki hanazawa#reigen arataka
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A 100% accurate representation* of what would've happened if Cellbit had recruited the rest of the Favela 5 to help him infiltrate the Federation to save Felps.
(Inspired by this post)
#QSMP#Cellbit#Tazercraft#Favela 5#ForeverplayerG#Felps#PacTW#Mikethelink#Favela Five#Pac#Mike#Forever#Walter Bob#Edited#The amount of times Vegas decided to just. Stop doing its primary function while I worked on this is so frustrating. lmao#<- full of rage#Ok but frustrations aside: Yes this is a niche joke but it's VERY funny. To me#And frankly that's all that matters#I'm never doing that many flip trackings again though#The Madagascar movies have such a unique brand of humor that really gets me#I love them#Literally the only OOC part of this video is Cellbit calling Pac and Mike suckups#Tazercraft would NEVER#I kept cooing over cubito Pac while editing this. He's so cute and he's perfect as a little penguin. He's just a little guy!!!#That scene where he's flying away like a balloon is an edit I'm proud of#I think it's very funny how I was so emotional over Pac the other day and then I edited his little cubito getting hit by a car#I know I could've put anyone as the tourist guide but making it be Walter Bob was just so funny to me#Anyways. Do you think I'd get hatecrimed if I put this on the Tazercraft Reddit. I don't use Reddit but everyone complains about theirs#So I thought it might be fun. Idk like I said I don't use Reddit. I haven't decided yet but I am Pondering it#portfolio
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It’s kinda funny that Jason is, in every sense of the word, the most normal Robin. Unironically, there wasn’t anything uniquely special about him before he was Robin. He was a street kid. His dad was a goon (which makes sense for Gotham. It’s a goon breeding ground) and his adoptive mom was a girl who fell in love with the bad boy, got disowned by her upper middle class parents and adopted her boyfriend’s infant son. Even his biological mother isn’t anything special! She was just a doctor who ended up becoming corrupt.
Jason Todd was no circus kid who could do an impossible signature trick. He wasn’t being scouted by some evil hidden organization.
He wasn’t the rich boy genius who lived next door.
He’s not the son of a supervillain (as lame as cluemaster is, he still *counts*).
He’s not the secret son of Bruce Wayne.
And he’s not a metahuman, nor did he led a whole organization of teens to fight when Batman couldn’t.
He’s the most regular boy to ever enter become a hero in Gotham. He wanted to do good things for the sake of doing good. He grew up poor with regular parents, where bad things happened to them. The kinds of things that could happen to *any* person living in Gotham.
There is nothing about him, pre-Robin and as Robin, that makes him Not Like Regular Kids.
His dad was a goon (who, depending on the run, was either killed by Two-Face OR. Just sent to prison and killed in prison! Which makes his backstory even PLAINER-) and his mother was a drug addict with cancer. Jason ends up homeless, and almost steals the bat mobile tires. The only thing that makes him stand out from any other tragedy befallen kid in Gotham is the fact he was bold enough to do that, get Batman’s attention, and continue to be bold enough to go against a crime lord (who was apparently his grandmother, the most interesting person in his family, but since she’s almost never brought up, she’s likely no more significant than a one-issue villain in the crime lord power hierarchy). Batman realized that Jason wasn’t going to really stop, and honestly he kinda grew on him, so he decided to adopt Jason, and eventually allow him to become Robin.
There just isn’t anything amazingly special about his backstory. The few moments where something could have been done to make it more interesting (like his biological mother) but ended up taking the most boring option. You can’t do much of anything now to enhance his past without upsetting much more well established canon, and not without making people wonder “well if his grandmother was such a big name in crime, why hasn’t she been brought up before?”
Jason Todd was a wonderful Robin (providing that he actually has a writer who likes him). He has a golden heart, he’s the voice of reason. He’s everything that a Robin needs to be for Batman. But compared to everyone else, he was nothing special. In a way, his lack of Not Like Regular Kids makes him stand out in a much more subtle way.
As if someone asked the question “Do I need to be someone special to be Robin?” And the answer was “You don’t need to be someone special, you just need to be brave, like Jason Todd was.”
#jason todd#robin jason todd#seriously they could have made anyone his biological mom. to add drama. to add spice#but they instead said ‘well. he’s a simple kid’#everyone else is some delicacy food at a dinner table. and Jason? Jason is like. tomato soup.#HOWEVER. i will NOT forgive the disregard of making Jason stand out from his siblings more.#everyone has a specific niche that they noticeably can excel#or like. a very specific villain is like ‘YOU. i want to train YOU to be MY sidekick.’#or or. the backstory alone is enough to make them stand out.#Jason gets uh. crime? he’s good at killing people.#which isn’t even consistently his Thing by the way since no one knows where to put him on the hero to villain scale#if only there was something he could have that no one else does!#\*i stare long and hard at the All Caste and Magic*#shut up kage#edit: I’m so!! CLUEMASTER. ITS CLUEMASTER.
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read a fic recently that had an interaction like
sasha: tim get like one social media PLEASE I am BEGGING
tim: I have linkedin?
and I cannot describe the Joy I felt reading that. they get it.
#ramblings with major#the magnus archives#tma#i love tim but he is so offline to me#if he does social media its very lightly#i mean his canon sense of humor is pop culture references like movie quotes and stuff. not memes.#tim's idea of a meme is an image with impact text and an image with impact text Only#danny was the fun online one finding all the weird niche communities and hobbies and whatnot#tim is the boring one#im telling y'all hes the 'straight man' of the archives
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really like that specific pose where someone is about to get backhanded. they don't even have to actually get slapped actually its better if they dont. just drawing the hand back in warning and having them shut up immediately. its good.
#SORRY THIS IS SUCH LIKE A 1950s ABUSIVE HUSBAND THING#but its a good pose#is this too niche#whump#whump prompts#whump scenario#my prompts#i guess this is called a pimp slap lol#i also like that it can be kind of joking like its a very cartoony gesture. but if the threat behind it is real it becomes p mocking and#just a power play#yay <3
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Saw this image and I immediately knew what I had to do.
Luca looks really grumpy in this, but I promise they love each other
#not really “old” but older lol#luca#pixar luca#albertoscorfano#lucapaguro#luberto#yes alberto would surprisingly know how to knit its a very niche and random hobby of his#its a must for Luca to read every night before bed
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very good friends who have absolutely nothing going on except their deep platonic relationship that has everyone in the room never question if they're dating :)
#“oh i thought you and ___ were like 🤞 you know?”#maffhew wearing the thickest rayban frames like its 2012 again and the hipster nerd subculture has cropped up again#literally have a frame of those exact glasses on my shelf right now from middleschool#she is the protagonist in a dcom where her beauty is hidden behind her glasses until she magically takes them off and shes so beautiful#too late in the timeline but very zendaya in the poster for frenemies vibes#but also this has much the homoeroticism as 2nd gen kpop boybands going out to eat#is that too niche for these parts#ive seen several pictures exactly like this in my heyday i went huh#its the lighting and the style of glasses that are fucking me up
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drarry as swan and mercy from the warriors (1979)
horcrux hunt ff + that trope w the stray that just decides they’re part of the group now (they wanna be inaugurated)
#their dialogue in the subway tunnel is very drarry to me me thinks#making niche references nobody understands#yall can look it up on youtube if u dont understand since its a cult classic#some of u are millennials u have to understand this reference#drarry#hpdm#harry potter#hp#draco malfoy#digital art#digital artist#art#drarry fanart#digital drawing#digital illustration#illustration#ANYWAYS!!!!#listen to the warriors album flss#might make art of that too depending on my availability#artists on tumblr#digital sketch
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everybody knows ur right…everybody knows im wrong!!!!!!
#theyre in.the band.#this whole thing is like . its 2007 and ur going to the afterparty and the band is there or something lord#for a very niche audience of like 2 other ppl muabe#the asmo.one with the white jacket was part of like a longer cringe comic with/.my obey me oc. u know the one. i cant even say.#idk . i hated thee asmo fir one so i took it down and fixed it a little its still kind of busted but now the other things hidee it#idk why i didnt draw beels boxers like in the bottom one ik they shld be there and i didnt notice and got lazy so maybe hes just like comman#do or something idc#mine#asmodeus obey me#beelzebub obey me#ill be normal after valentines day after seeing.this show. but hollywood undead falling in reverse escape the fate papa roach is like insan#e lineup........
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hey do you guys remember razias shadow? cause i just did
#context: it was a 2008 high fantasy concept musical that got internet cult popular#the original (it was a puppet show?) is functionally lost media but the album is still in all the usual streaming places#and was very niche beloved for a while. the lyrics are not well written at all and are unrelentingly awkward#but it's very well composed and the melodies stick with you for a long time#and the overarching narrative is compelling even if its brazenly and bold facedly just doing an abridgment of the silmarillion#actually maybe i like it BECAUSE its just the silmarillion. as a weird charmingly awkward cult operatic musical#if you want to check it out but arent sure if youll like it start with the track 'holy the sea'#its the best music the album has to offer and it also gives you an accurate first impression of the overall feel to the musical#if you like it then start back at the beginning and listen through. if you dont like it then you wont like the rest#anyway#hi these are my designs that ive had for like 5 years. i think they should be little guys#razia's shadow#my art#also. brendon urie jumpscare warning. and also. oldschool high fantasy type misogyny
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very faithful representation of what it's like to work for 6-11 children's television animation (on behalf of both parties)
#'once again i've alienated our target demographic' me inserting annoyingly niche LT references into my boards#the children rejoice at having recognized references to such beloved classics as Patient Porky or The Brave Little Bat#but if i don't who will?#anyway i've been watching Duck Dodgers again and it is very fun#i'm more passionate about LTC but DD has a higher consistency of enjoyment for me#i'm more forgiving of its flaws since it doesn't try to be something it's not#dd#vid
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