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Trying to figure out if Sean is Sean or not, and I just can't stop thinking about this bit. I do think Marion is the one thing Sean wouldn't be willing to give up for the creature. But, if he did fight, that doesn't mean he succeeded.
#i have no idea tbh#there are so many different options for what happened behind the scenes#i desperately want to make it through the episode#but its 10 pm and i need to wake up early#may have to call it folks#critical role#candela obscura#spoilers#cr spoilers#critical role spoilers#candela obscura spoilers#marion x sean#sean finnerty#marion collodi#sean x marion#luis carazo
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(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)
...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.
She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.
Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.
The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.
Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.
He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.
He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.
But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.
And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.
His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.
Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.
Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.
"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.
"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more
Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"
Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.
On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.
And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.
Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.
Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?
She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.
Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."
She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?
Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."
"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."
Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."
The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.
She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.
But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.
"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.
Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."
Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.
(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)
"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."
"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."
"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"
Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."
Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."
It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.
"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.
Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.
She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.
"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."
(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)
(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)
Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.
Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."
With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#danyal al ghul au#older brother danny#sam is one protective gal. this scene went differently in my head. way differently. but alas. i am not complaining.#sam: if bruce wayne abandoned my best friend i'm gonna physically transform myself into a dragon and incinerate him. how dare he.#bruce and damian got to watch in real time as a random girl who knows danny suddenly realizes he's related to them. which is comical to me#because she suddenly goes from being disinterested but weirded out by damian. to suddenly looking at bruce like she's gonna kill him#which is very funny to me bc from their pov at first its like this random girl just speedran hating bruce. and then her parents bring up he#friend danny and then she calls him danyal. and suddenly its starting to click into place like 'oh fuck wait we may just have a lead on --#-- finding danyal and his whereabouts.' especially after sam's mom mentions the scar on his face. like wow. what a crazy ten minutes.#not seen but def happened: sam gets her phone out to go text danny in the corner. she's not gonna bring up the bruce thing yet. she needs#a pick me up. related note: danny and tucker know she's gone to some gala thing with her parents but not to a wayne gala. if danny had know#he may have told her that he was related to damian wayne. just to prepare her for that. not so sure on the writing in this one folks#but i also dont wanna go through and edit anything its like half past one in the morning and i also dont wanna wait until morning to post#when i can just do it now. and get instant serotonin. i thought of this scene in various ways. like sam calling damian 'danny' out of shock#and then quickly correcting herself. and then excusing herself very quickly. or her mentioning that damian resembles her friend danny a lot#so she was just thrown off by him. because i def think that could happen if sam has no reason to think that she needs to hide danny from th#waynes. i also thought about her parents mentioning that damian resembles danny a little bit. only for one of them to go 'oh no no couldn't#- be. how insulting to damian since the daniel they know has this horrid scar on his face.' and then go from there. either way i thought#a scene like this would be fun. get to also kinda explore how danny looks like from his friends' povs. of which he is#'our lovable jerk who is an ex-cult member and whom we will maim someone over.'#not a scene that was added but i wanted to: sam mentioning in parenthesis that she and tucker think danny was part of a cult prior to the#fentons. and that sometimes danny will say something alarming and sam and tucker will stare at him until he frowns and goes#āthat... isn't normal. is it?ā and tucker will clap his shoulder and cheerfully go āno buddy. no it isn'tā bc i think the idea is funny.#sam is so focused on the idea that bruce abandoned/ignored/was unaware of danny's existence that she momentarily forgot that bruce may have
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Transformers : One spoiler
I dread for the day that most people watched Transformers : One, because of the amount of takes that basically put the blame on Orion Pax for pushing D-16/Megatron to snap (And then sneakily calling Orion Pax as someone wanted to protect status quo and didn't want to tear down the system simply because he didn't have that need to violently put the oppressors down like some types of common low-lives and force everyone to follow his crusade to screw the system).
Very spoiler!!!!! Warning
Orion Pax tried to stop D-16/Megatron from killing Sentinel has nothing to do with "we became as bad as him if we murder that cunt". It's more like "You're being unhealthy with your hatred and I don't think you should continue with this train of thoughts". And I promise you that Orion didn't that much fuck about Sentinel's well-being. He's afraid for D-16 and whatever direction his friend would become.
Orion Pax noticed how his dear friend began to go down to a very dark part, and he would never stop to spiral down further, even if he murdered Sentinel and his lackies brutally. And D-16 hasn't expressed any contigent plans to change the system into sth better, and all he cared about was how to punish and humiliate Sentinel in a most terrible way possible. And the way he acted toward Starscream and the High guards is peak red flag for potential dictatorship and oppression that use fear, violence, and hatred, which is parallel to Sentinel's own brand of opression that filled with lies, manipulation and exploitation.
And sorry to burst this bubble, but D-16/Megatron isn't the one who is revolutionary. That's Orion Pax's thing. Orion was the only one noticing And it will be funny to see the take "Orion wants to maintain the system" when this little shit first thought when learning about the truth is to expose Sentinel's fake-ass to the mass and rally the oppressed folks to rise up against Sentinel and the system. But I guess it's not violence or brutal enough for some people to acknowledge that Orion is going for the least destructive route to tear down the system because he valued life more.
This is not saying Orion Pax's solution for dismantling the system is the best and only way to go, and sometimes violence can be the best answer in certain circumstances. But if your the whole revolution is based solely on violences, killings and basically tearing down everything to satisfy your hatred/grievances without any considerations for the casualties, consequences, and priorities to rebuild the system, it become a pointless and selfish movement that will actually never bring any substantial changes besides sufferings and tragedies.
#transformers: One#You can call me a Orion Pax/Optimus Prime kinnie#I may be biased towards my dear rebellious Princess#But I can't stand the potential takes of Orion Pax wanting to maintain the status quo/same system#Y'all are free to sympathize D-16 spiral down to dark part but don't act like he was 100% right#This is a hard pill to swallow but not all oppressed folks have the best intentions in mind for others' well-beings#Everyone is susceptible to corruption#Orion Pax#D-16#Megatron#Transformers One#TF:One#tf one#Transformers
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shiv having her husband in her contacts as FirstName LastName with no photo of him, so an incoming call from him would just look like a call from any other random contact...but then also having him set up as her Emergency Contact in her phone's Medical ID profile...shiv thesis.
#shiv roy#tomshiv#succession#succession spoilers#succession s4#the attention to detail the succession set dressers and prop masters put into this show never fails to impress me#also some context for folks who don't use apple products: the red 'Emergency Contact' text under tom's name on this contact card#will ONLY show up if you have that person designated as your emergency contact in your Medical ID profile on your phone's Health app#which is also where you can designate your organ donor status your blood type and any allergies you might have#the purpose of this being that if you are ever in an accident or incapacitated but your phone is still on you#emergency services can access your Medical ID from your phone's lock screen and get information that may be crucial to saving your life#as well as providing them a built in person to call to alert them of your condition#and potentially ask further health-related questions of#anyway. the fact that shiv has SUCH an impersonal contact card for tom - lacking even a contact photo for him#but still has him listed under her medical id as the person to call for her in an emergency#is just...truly a shiv thesis statement for me
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Tomorrow Is Election Day And I Am So Fucking Stressed
#marzi speaks#marzivents#hi folks. i havenāt been making much art lately. apologies! i want to be#unfortunately shit is Stressful in both my little world (iām starting to get overwhelmed with my meds and refills and driving)#and on a broader more societal scale (if trump gets re-elected shit is going to go so fucking bad oh my god)#PLUS weāre in the It Gets Dark At 6PM Zone now#i think iāve lowkey been catastrophizing a bit with all thatās been going on#i should probs look into those psych referrals my doctor gave me#she offered them bc the almost-dying earlier this year was Traumatic and i was showing signs of anxiety/depression#but i think theyāll just be helpful in general#god though i hate being on prescriptions. it feels like thereās a constant timer hanging over my head#refill these pills before this time so you donāt have to miss a day. woops! the pharmacyās out of stock on this one#so youāll have to come back at another less convenient time. fail to do so and the medication goes on hold#which requires a phone call where you speak to a Robot that may not understand the nuances of ur situation#grrrgh it sucks so bad. thankfully i refilled my prednisone the other day and have like 3 monthsā worth now#and thatās the one i really canāt afford to miss bc steroid withdrawals could really fuck me up#but uggghhh i hate it. so much. bc it looms over me always#i hate keeping track of when iāve taken my pills too. i keep a checklist for every day#so i remember what i have to take and if iāve taken it#but god it sucks. iām at the point where itās basically routine now so i do it automatically#but i know if i stop monitoring iām gonna forget if iāve taken my steroid one day#and either double dose or skip the day. and thatāll fuck me up pretty good#anyways. hoping hoping hoping this election goes well bc idk if i can take it if our country tis of thee elects the fucking fascist#this oneās fine to rb. i think many of us share this sentiment lmao
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Dark fantasy AU?
-In hindsight, as he's being chased through the forest, hunted by mythical creatures is not where Reggie thought he'd end up when his folks told him they were moving to Los Angeles. Honestly, considering how he used to roam the woods and fields near his Meemaw's farm, the fact that he'd stumbled into a fairy circle near the beach was almost insulting.
-It's not even that he manages to outrun them. It's that one night (he thinks it's night, though time moves differently here and light and dark are all tangled up and is the purple haze of the sky supposed to be dusk or dawn or just a dark stop of the forest?) he'd decided to just... give up.
He couldn't remember how long he'd been running, running from the pounding of hooves and the yapping of dogs that did not look anything like what a dog should look like. He couldn't remember a time where he wasn't hungry, or thirsty, or tired, but something inside of him just kept making him run and run and run
-But he'd had enough. So he just sat down, with his back towards the noise, and hoped they'll kill him quickly. And to comfort himself, he sang the lullaby his Meemaw used to sing when he was scared of the thunder.
-That's what saved him. One of the fae, Caleb, was so charmed by the song that instead of doing whatever it is they did with their prey, he bundled Reggie up and took him to his... castle. Dwelling. Domain.
-He was dressed in finery and made to sing as Caleb and the other fae danced and ate and did things that Reggie very much had not wanted to see, thank you very much. But eventually, they slept, and Reggie met... the other humans who were trapped here.
-Luke, a young boy who had run away from home to become a musician in 1875. He was distraught to hear Reggie tell him it was the nineties now. Even more distraught when Reggie clarified it was the 1990s.
-There was Alex, who had been cast out of his village for reasons he did not want to share, but that Reggie figured out pretty quickly when he saw the way he looked at Willie. He'd fallen asleep near a fairy circle, and the promises he'd been made had been so tempting, he'd said yes before he fully understood the deal.
-And then there was Willie. The boy who had been stolen from his parents, a changeling left in his place. Who had grown up here, a part of this world yet not really. Who did not know what the other boys meant when they talked about years, or America, or really the whole concept of 'family'.
-Luke's the one who tells them of their escape plan. Alex is worried they can't trust Reggie not to rat him out to Caleb, and Reggie is like: um excuse me I was just hunted for sport for who knows how long you think I wanna help that guy?
-But before he can Willie just tilts his head and says: his heart is pure.
-Which is very sweet but also a little creepy.
-Anyway, they do manage to escape Caleb's clutches somehow, and end up back in the human world.
-Being yeeted out of a little ring of mushrooms in the soil of a plant Ray overwatered in the big plant wall of the Molina studio was not particularly pleasant, okay. Considering a real human should not be able to fit through that. But Willie explained that as soon as a fairy portal grew, it was only a manner of time that the fairies would notice it and stake it out to see what they could lure to their realm.
-Somehow, Luke and Alex get thrown clear across the room, Luke slamming against the door, Alex dropping onto the concrete floor.
-Reggie's not sure if him crashing against a pretty wooden piano is better or worse. The sound it made was definitely worse.
-Somehow, Willie ends up sitting crosslegged on the little piano bench, and he turns and quickly crushes up the mushrooms to destroy the portal.
-Julie, of course, is screaming, Alex and Luke and Reggie are screaming. Willie is trying to explain to Julie she over-watered her fern and pouts when she runs away.
-No they're not ghosts but they are changed and they all have weird powers. Luke nearly cries with joy that he can still summon his guitar. Alex is really not okay with this whole 'walking through walls' thing. Reggie is sad he cannot summon a puppy or a pizza.
-Willie can teleport short distances and is shocked to learn humans can't just do that? You have to walk everywhere? Or ride a horse. What's a car? What's roller skates? He needs to see one of these skateboad things immediately, let's summon the human girl back to ask for one. What can they trade for a skateboard?
-They're kind of freaked out at the whole 2020 thing, but hey, Reggie's like: at least it hasn't been a hundred years like when I told Luke about the 90s.
-Queue canon but it's even worse and more chaotic.
#julie and the phantoms#I wrote a thing#AUs are awesome#what do I even call this?#kidnapped by the fae au#I had such a hard time sorting out what was dark fantasy vs supernatural vs horror so... had a breakdown bon appetit#spent days going NO WE ARE NOT DOING A(NOTHER) CORALINE AU#I've only had creepy changeling willie who isn't entirely human anymore for 15 minutes#but if anything were to happen to him etc etc#alex does maybe like the whole 'being able to turn invisible' thing#except it doesn't work on Julie#for some reason#(*cough* Rose's great grandmother may have been a changeling)#Caleb of course is unseelie and rose's great great grandparents had trouble conceiving#they asked the fair folk for help and got a child... but then their child was swapped with a changeling after a few months#and they were all: um excuse we want our child back. No we're not giving this one back to you#tough shit a deal's a deal we gave you our magic music box for a kid and you gave us two no refunds because you screwed up#the story has been passed down for generations and Ray thinks it's a sweet fairytale#except there it's real and he's like: ... okay then. And then in true Molina tradition goes: *shrug* it's free children
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tbis is probably sooo niche but can u imagine laios dungeon meshi in crown of candys calorum? hed eat houses, mountains even
#my posts#laios touden#laios dungeon meshi#a crown of candy#bc of her magic#acoc#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#more than that hed def eat people. but also he may have done that in the manga no food folk required idk i havent finished yet#paladin of the hungry one#(probs actually just a fighter but idk maybe pal)#idk where hed be from. maybe carn bc meat? but i also like picturing him as a lil cheese fella :]#d20 a crown of candy#d20 acoc#dimension 20#chilchuk could be a lil beer guy from the grain place whatever its called#ceresia i think?#marcilles from there too. or maybe the border of that and candia#as for senshi idk. maybe he traveled so much hes got aspects of all the nations? or he a mushroom guy like from ravening war#fuck when did this turn into a qhole au
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me whenever the short story "something ends, something begins" is mentioned, or not even mentioned, but i have an opportunity to mention it myself
#it is my FAVORITE... if i may bestow such a title... but it's like the witcher fandom's best kept worst-forgotten secret#i love jokes i love in-jokes and i love non-canon presents and silly imaginings that will never be real#im sorry the bouquet looks a little cheap at least it is of white roses which is what yennefer had#i was too busy focusing photoshopping a folk vest on elmo's little body#because i wish to eat a third donut#witcher memes#the witcher#story: something ends something begins#the witcher books#i mean sesb just has some of my favorite favorite moments of all time#''course i know. that's why i don't get married' top 10 dandelion-est dandelion moments#nenneke being their officiant... AUGH#ciri having teenage angst (intense revenge fantasies) so much she almost couldn't enjoy her parents' wedding#GERALT CALLING CIRI HIS DAUGHTERRRR#(which doesnt even happen in the saga if you can believe it!)#yennefer healing ciri and dirtying her dress...#ciri#yennefer#geralt of rivia#dandelion#geralt and yen finally getting hitched and dandelion giving a toast (or roast ?)#wishing the couple a great wedding night for which yennefer kicked him in the shin... so in character i love it
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woke up early but the sun isnt out yet so my productive working hours are yet to be unlocked
which sucks bc there is much work to be done but i am incapable of starting. and sucks extra bc of the fucking guilt
#lads im fightin tooth and nail to have a normal morning and not beat myself up over this#but i may be losing#lil tam vents#like i would absolutely be able to write fic or draw or game. no problemo#but do WORK??? incapable#is this what the adhd folks call excecutive dysfunction
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angry post dw about it
not to be a bummer on main but a resounding fuck you to my classmate this morning who was real into the hurricane being karma for the south (nvm he's in the south with us) until i had to remind him the the fucking qualla boundary was also getting flooded and apparently the optics of fucking racism will shut him up but otherwise he'll gleefully wish unimaginable suffering and death on people freely.
#may his tinder account get banned and may someone more deserving steal his fucking credit card information#seriously what the fuck is wrong with that man. its common knowledge that the ecbi is out towards that way. WE HAVE AN ORAL HISTORY#COLLECTION FROM THEM! WE USE IT IN CLASSES!#luckily it sounds like not the entire area got swept away but i cannot imagine what folks in the mountains are going through rn. its fuckin#despicable to respond to this shit with anything other than grief or at least sympathy and compassion. like people watched their lives get#DESTROYED and many cant find out if their loved ones are alive.#asheville is like. The City in that area.#imagine moving down here and expecting to kinda stay put for at least a few years and not doing the bare minimum of learning#what your world looks like. come ON dude the town is literally called CHEROKEE! it's not hard!#anyway very clear he actually does not give a solitary fuck about anyone oppressed or otherwise#good riddance motherfucker.
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i feel like it's worth noting that the chimken numget amelia post wasn't originally meant to be. i was setting up a pray pose and halfway into it she looks like she's throwing a walmart tantrum. haha.
#so lil known fact abt me is that i personally call a certain phase of beast battles in bloodborne the 'tantrum' phase#the part where they start beating down the ground around them to prevent the player's aggressive playstyle#i may feature her in more works down the line#but welcome aboard new folks and welcome to weird girl sanctuary#we have monsters we have girls and also monster girls
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āChy Babyā
#sorry but Iām gonna get emotional rn#so every once in awhile I watch the cameo from Dana and i gets so overcome with joy yāall have no idea#and whenever my anxiety gets bad or my depression starts to kick in watching it is such a mood booster and helps calms me down#like right at the beginning where he starts doing a little song at the beginning I just immediately start smiling#and I still canāt get over how sweet and sincere Dana was#like thereās been so many times im out doing something and get nervous until I replay the pep talk in my head as a reminder#his voice is just a huge comfort for me#and the fact that thereās folks who remembers and still call me āchy babyā is so nice š„ŗ#like it may be silly but the cameo is my most treasured thing#it just means so much to me#so yeah Iām just a little emotional rn and had to gush a little#and if you got this far reading this I just want to say I hope you have a lovely day š and thank you for reading my silly emotional post#š¬ chy chatter š¬
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Wholesome reminder:
Rad, in any name, is, yes, automatically ruined. But before responding to anyone, you look through their blog, their posts and reblogs, and their intro to get an idea of their character and how they are as a person. You never know if you accidentally go after a person who may be genuinely a good person and may be using a term differently to them than what we know nowadays or may be using a term that, even though we know it, is different from that term's connotation or using the term's original definition, which has been skewed by others who misused it and has altered our perception to think that person is the same as the rest who misused it.Ā
Also, with anyone, you have a civil conversation regardless of your opinion of them, like you do in a discussion. If not, instead of reacting, just block and go about your day.
:3 thats it!
#reminder#wholesome#tumblr radar#yes yes you may call me a ditz or too nice#but I wish we all had civil convos#I have had many civil convos with many types of people and you gain a understanding bout folks than you do in an argument#it's nice sometimes to have a discussions like they taught us in school
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paranoia? you mean parannoying.
#thereās a lot id like to say but canāt figure out how to and also I would rather not start anything#it fucks me up massively to be afraid of a person spreading falsities about why I may have blocked them#bc idk call me crazy but that feels like punishing me for setting a boundary that I struggled to set for months#anyway if anyone sees this who has been told o blocked someone for having headcanons about a character being ace#thatās not true and I blocked that person for my own comfort relating to other incidents and repeated attempts to set a boundary#and I feel really trapped knowing that this person said this about me only after I had left a server we shared#anyway I know I am imperfect and there are things plenty of folks will disagree with me on#but I struggle to understand how that equates to me being a villain for deciding that I donāt want people in my space or I feel some way#this is contextless rambling Iām sorry
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discourse is the mind-killer, she tells herself, trying to resist the urge to weigh in on a shitty post about restoration
#im glad you have good experience with older members of the restoration community#that doesnt erase their hostility their racism their homophobia and general assholery#theres a reason restoration is only older rich white folks#it doesn't necessarily mean theyre heroes#i stg if i have to hear one more old white dude tell me that i'm being selfish for wanting an income#'well back in my day we packed our own lunches!!! real bootstrap work!!! these kids these days etc etc' <- literal actually said to me#they praise eo wilson then wonder why black students leave the conference#i mean...#its not an accident they call native gardening social justice#if you can call your white safe rich practice 'social justice' then you never have to encounter black brown or gay folks#thats by design#ask anyone who worked on the bell bowl project about 'bee lives matter' in a city full of cop violence#boomers as a category may not be helpful but lets not pretend its just ageism that divides restoration
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#low stakes š¦#my art#17.mai#i realized i hadn't posted bunad einarr here yet so here you go#this has been queued for norway's consitution day :-)#gratulerer med dagen folkens š³š“#han er Ć„rhundrer eldre enn grunnloven... men han kan sy. og han liker den fargerike hardangerbunaden sĆ„. korfor ikke#bunader kler vampyrar egentlig ganske godt syns eg#spesielt nĆ„r han allerede er... norsk?? norrĆøn. han er norrĆøn og fra vikingtidĆ„ men eg syns det teller#hans barndomshjem var i en glemt fjordlandsby et sted pĆ„ vestlandet sĆ„#hah#and @ any english speakers snooping in the tags this time: sorry#hope you like this either way :-) this is einarr wearing one of norway's many folk outfits or whatever we call them. it's a bunad#he sewed it himself#because he can#i may have another 17th may thing queued later today#with MORE bunads
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