#plz tell me more!!!!
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
cloudynyims ¡ 8 months ago
Note
I can’t believe I just found out about that Haikyu RPG game they made called Haikyu Quest (or Final Haikyu quest?) and my g/t thoughts are going brrrr
Like it has humans a demons in it and I’m just thinking what if the demons were inherently giant sized and omg the potential for angst
hold up hold up there's an rpg game????? Ok drop the link anon because I did not know about this
your ask is reminding me of that scene in season 3 where ushijima was like total giant vibes in the last episode or so
but I think i'd nee dto understand the mechanics of the RPG game before I have any thoughts
I am intrigued but confused so plz enlighten me😅
3 notes ¡ View notes
nikkisticki ¡ 2 years ago
Text
RULE
Tumblr media
12K notes ¡ View notes
moraent-keys ¡ 5 months ago
Text
Art dump from the past few days cuz this is my coping mechanism for.. everything going on rn
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I kinda think the lineart by itself looks a bit better
Tumblr media
2K notes ¡ View notes
froginmygarden ¡ 9 days ago
Text
It started with an ad: Little time left
Okay, he could do this, no biggie. I mean, the fifth time's got to be the charm, right?
"I'm really sorry Mr. Jordan, but your request has been denied. If you have any further questions please contact us via email. Good luck and have a great rest of your day.*click*"
"sssssss..."
That was a hard blow. He wasn't unreliable, he paid his rent on time, so what was the issue, why wouldn't anyone take him, exactly?
"AND I COME HOME TIRED AND HUNGRY AND YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING ALL DAY! WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO NOW HUH??!"
An old woman was sobbing as a middle aged man physically kicked her out the door, continuing to curse at her. Hal was standing at his own apartment door on the other side of the hallway, takeout in one and keys in his other hand. He had an unholy post mind control headache and the noise wasn't helping him any.
"Is there some kind of problem here?" In a blink Hal was at their end of the hallway, standing partially between the pair. They were a Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, not a couple but rather a mother and son. The poor widow moved in a month after her husband's death. The guy used to be pretty quiet, not interacting with other residents, but became much more dislikeable in the poor woman's presence. Hal hadn't bothered learning his name, it didn't really matter.
"It's a family matter, you better stay out of it, beanstalk!" The bastard hissed, grabbing for the now gasping woman, "AAAHH," except he didn't reach quick enough and got yanked away, hard.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"
"First off, lower your voice, second, hasn't anyone ever taught you not to hit a lady?" Hal squeezed harder, pulling the man further away from his mother. Let's just say the guy wasn't pleased and the situation escalated.
In the end the cops were called and they both got escorted out of the building. Mr. Jenkins was the only one getting arrested, but Hal got a written note for his physical altercation with a neighbour. Which didn't really seem to matter at the time...
"hmmmmmmmm..." Alright, maybe he wasn't the most pleasant of tenants...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Maybe it was just him, but the lights seemed awfully glaring right now.
Green Latern and Flash were sitting on a rooftop at dawn - whoever said evil never slept sure naild that dawn - having early breakfast, some really amazing chinese.
"Sooooo... How have the things been going?", his friend asked,"WiththeplaceImean!"
Hal could only sigh heavilly through his nose, hanging his head.
"That bad huh?"
"Aha...", he really didn't want to talk about it right now, knowing Barry - he'll still end up doing it anyway.
"You know," Barry started, "you can always crash at mine if you need?" He was so nice about it too, might even be a little fun. They haven't been in contact for a pretty while, if there was an emergancy in his sector his absence could stretch up to multiple months.
"You can just say that you missed me, ya know that?"
They laughed and went on chatting. The day was still young and they had much to catch up on. Hal did end up telling Bary about his wories later in the morning.
"I've been thinking about this for a while... I love Coast I really do... but maybe, if this doesn't end up working out, I should move into OA..."
"oh... Have you talked to Carol about... "moving"?"
"ssssssss mmhh... speaking of Carol..."
...
"What???!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still nothing, Hal thought, walking through the mid day crowd, everyone rushing somewhere, honking cars stuck in traffic. His worry returning after he'd parted ways with his friend.
Maybe this was some shitty karma, what else could explain this? A sort of divine retribution for something he's done no doupt. Who's snickering from above? Which god should he shake a fist at?
Hal Jordan had been so deep in thought, getting back home on autopilot, that he didn't notice an unidentifiable object heading straight for him, not until it had smacked right into his face with a thwack. A noise nearly loud enough to cover up his muffled squawk.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"mmmmmmm..."
"Yeah, baby?"
"uuuuuuu ahha!"
"Yeah you're right as always!"
Another day, another shift at Surfer Smile's. This time featuring Dani, who this morning had decided to scream her lungs out any time Danny had stood at most 10 feet away.
Thankfully it was a slow day, not many people to complain about the "disturbing" presence of a small child.
Ms. Soyer - Oh come ooon, Danny, don't be shy! Just call me Britney! <3 - was quite free today as well, it seemed. Since she was right there cooing at the babbling toddler, who looked to be performing the sphinx stretch in what was no doubt an unsuccessfull atempt at ending her tummy-time early.
"BA!", Dani yelled into her personal rug as she slams her face into it's fluffy surface, "Da- diiiii!!", and Danny was already picking her up and bouncing on his feet. Kissing her little head.
"Awww, she's adorable~", Dani scrunched up her little face, so much so that she seemd to have bit a lemon, and Danny smiled at his colleagues cooing, "Yes, she really is."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You should lay off the jewelry, children have delicate skin, you could cut the little thing."
She was here again. In all her glory, scowling at him.
"Those rings are also small enough for her mouth and a teribble choking hazard."
She had come, this time without an appointment, and just sat there by the fireplace. And of course she had to say something, never satisfied with just fiddling with her sudoku.
"Ma'am I assure you, I don't leave these things anywhere near her."
Dani may be a toddler now, but she'd at one point had a life of an adolescent. She still had her personality and definitely kept some memories as well, at least enough to recognise some people and locations, and, unlike other small children, didn't have the unprompted need to stuff every object within arms reach into her awaiting maw, in the name of exploring the world.
No. If Dani ever put something between her sharp little mawlers, it was deliberate, calulated for her amusement, either at his or his colleagues expense.
"To be carefull isn't usually enough, noone has more determenation then a child wanting something out of their reach."
Danny agreed, saying he'll consider it later, and old Jenkins left shortly after that, not forgetting to say her ferwells to all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was late, he'd decided to take a detour from the bus stop, the air would be good for Dani. His little girl hadn't been able to properly sleep at the practice because of the lights, but started to nod off on their ride home.
She was asleep now, in bed with her turtle, sound asleep, fed, changed, dessed in her pajamas, wrapped in a blanked, and happy.
He'll have breakfas for dinner, eggs plus ham and peas - a classic, he thought after checking his fridge, a grocery run wouldn't hurt.
"You have one voice message", reminded his phone. He'd noticed it ringing earlier, but the number was unknown and the practice disucuradged personal phone usage during work hours. He'd decided to listen back to it later, if a message was left at all.
Guess that time was now.
125 notes ¡ View notes
athena-xox ¡ 2 days ago
Text
I think one of my biggest grievances with huntlynn is hunters portrayal.
Because the thing that annoyed me so much was his view of not wanting to harm animals (which I mean now that I think about it if they can talk…) but him not giving a flying fuck about cutting down trees
LIKE HELLO
INSANE
I was raised with indigenous ideals of eating meat ETHICALLY. so if you hunt a deer, you eat all the meat, you use the skin, you use the fur so you’re not being wasteful
You also have to be considerate of which trees you’re cutting down so as to not ruin the whole forest
Someone please give me native Hunter who instead of going against his parents views, challenges Ashlynn’s Eurocentric because in the real world at least, vegan options can be just as bad and non ethical as not vegan options if not worse
Native Hunter is my favourite headcanon because the amount of Hunter’s I know from the rez? That’s an indigenous name I mean COME ON.
Also imagine how cute it would be for him to make cedar baskets for Ash </3
Anyways I know that this was unrealistic for me as a kid to want (I live in a town where the population is 60% aboriginal and growing up I assumed the rest of the worlds population was the same… not knowing that 60% of Americans think the indigenous don’t exist anymore? crazy work) but PLEASE I need to see this in the fandom more often.
Plus Hunter is semi canonically poc
107 notes ¡ View notes
loyd-silver ¡ 22 days ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Had a random thought and had to draw it
78 notes ¡ View notes
kheprriverse ¡ 8 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
I love hydranoid let him be silly more often
151 notes ¡ View notes
cookie-lore-keeper ¡ 1 month ago
Text
The Origins of the Dragons
Tumblr media
Link to the rest of Earthbread's history
While a lot of powerful cookies at this point in Earthbread's history were baked by the witches. But, the Dragons aren't cookies, nore were they baked by the witches. Instead, they were from nature itself, being baked by the Volcano on the Tropical Archipelago, and are able to turn into cookies due to their powerful abilities.
While I can't go much into there lore at this point in the timline, I can still explain things about them.
In many stories, the tales state that, "Dragons roamed the Earth long before cookies appeared." That isn't true. What they mean is, "Dragons roamed the Earth long before AVERAGE cookies appeared." The dragons are younger than the Sugar Swan, Millenial Tree Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie, Moonlight Cookie, and Stardust Cookie. Though, they are older than Stormbringer Cookie.
The 5 main dragons also represent different elements. Pitaya Dragon (the Red Dragon) is fire, Ananas Dragon (the Gold Dragon) is Earth, the Blue Dragon (Lotus Dragon) is wishes, the Violet Dragon (Lychee Dragon) is darkness, and the Ivory Dragon is all-knowing (just like me, but with better memory probably :P)
142 notes ¡ View notes
seth-ballz ¡ 3 months ago
Text
brant header gifs 🎭
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
71 notes ¡ View notes
renonv ¡ 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I can't stop thinking about them 😭😭 help
657 notes ¡ View notes
shkika ¡ 6 months ago
Text
Since my wrist is killing me and I can't draw, have my ramblings about machines having souls and being able to become husks and also just Ultrakill thoughts! Predictions about the ending if you squint??
im just having fun here
Like I'm so deranged about how machines being intelligent and actually conscious is handled in Ultrakill. The build-up, even if accidental(?), is SO SO CLEVER and gradual (as gradual as ultrakill can get). How that fits into the overall narrative and how the tragedy of this game manages to be so awesome??
First with how I love the way "Machines are living beings" idea is handled. It starts from the introduction and establishes the world so well in so few words it's so lovely. You get introduced to the machines as war weapons. They need blood to survive and humanity has been eradicated. That's all you need to know.
You start with the basic information that these machines don't want to die. Which makes sense, it doesn't have to mean they are actually alive. It makes sense a machine would look for any way possible to keep itself running to continue doing it's job.
And then immediately in the prelude you meet the Swordsmachine. A part of a specific group of machines the terminal calls "scrapheads" which modify their own bodies. While at first that does not ring as anything that's especially noteworthy. A machine trying to upgrade itself is nothing unheard of. It's to be better, stronger, more efficient.
Except that's not exactly what the Swordmachine design is about according to the game. It is mentioned to have very impressive combat prowess compared to other machines, however what it is also referred to as is "beautiful". The design is appreciated almost like a piece of art. And some of it's parts don't even wield a practical purpose, the mentioned example being it's voice box.
It is not ONLY about utility. It is also about art!!
Alright. That's interesting. Let's give an even more outrageous example. Skipping Limbo for now, there is lust where we are introduced to Mindflayers. Which?? Are so wild??? And mysterious? We don't know what and when they were made for (ALTHOUGH I VERY MUCH HAVE HEADCANONS ABOUT IT) their bodies are described as completely seperate and useless to the machine. And yet it is stated they act very lovingly and take care of their bodies. So much so in fact that they SELF-DESTRUCT if it is harmed.
V2 in the first fight is a rival to you as any other machine, however once it's arm is stripped away from V1 the confrontation becomes PERSONAL. The second fight is not simply about the lack of resources anymore. It is to reclaim what was lost. Whether that be the arm or something else. Even the very terminal entry itself calls it revenge.
And of course. With Violence it is revealed that with all of this. Machines can also make other forms of art like poetry. Which is even more interesting is that the machine which did that was first EVER machine to use blood mind you. An extremely old design, yet it could make art to express it's feelings.
Machines are capable of modifying, changing, expressing and LOVING themselves. They make art and some are frequently seen attacking you in groups! Those are clearly intelligent beings. And I mean. Duh. everyone playing Ultrakill knows that. Obviously. Like. Yeah.
So then why isn't the fact that these walking weapons probably have souls more discussed? What makes a soul? Why would machines not have them? If they can do all that people can on an emotional level.
And what happens when these machines die? What exactly is stopping them from ending up hell? Obviously heaven is unobtainable. Their very reason for existence, is to cause pain and suffering. The means through which they need to keep themselves alive is to cause suffering. It makes sense they'd all become hells beloved children. Doing what is in their nature is an art form to it.
What's even more is that the game itself supports the idea that some are souls. Surely hell cannot create them since everything made by hell are demons, which are very easy to recognize by the stone exterior.(?? unless im wrong??)
And there is no feasible way for machines like the Guttermen and Earthmovers to be their actual living counterparts. On a basic level they LACK the means to be alive. The people inside the Guttermen need to be alive in order for them to function. When opening them in-game they are just skeletons. Nobody has been supplying them with blood for a long time. Because it's hell. The game itself states that death is a luxury in hell. It does not happen easy.
Earthmovers need sunlight to power them. And the game specifically put them in an area that is clouded. There is none to be seen in violence. No they are just trapped in place, forced to shoot each other for all of eternity.
Machines, when they die… go to hell! Probably!
Some of the machines you kill, perhaps reccuring enemies go to hell (Thank u l@/little-tornad0 for the addition hehe)
When you die.
You respawn! Hell keeps you going. Hell wants torture. Hell wants bloodshed. Hell wants entertainment and you are the purest form of it.
It makes me think a lot about the potential ending of the game. About the themes. I don't think this means inherently that hell is a perfect self-sustaining organism that can go on like this forever. Gabriel says machines are destroying it and leaving nothing behind. Things are clearly going south in some way. And it'd fit the themes better if it was all going to uh.. hell lol. If it was all going to collapse. From the main theme of the game literally being "The fire is gone" to the name of the last chapter literally being named "Godfist suicide"
Also for what it's worth the Mirage secret is awesome meta-commentary on the idea that everything will die. Everything is destined to end. It is up to you how your each that end.
I think this is what Ultrakill will kind of be about at the end maybe. Gabriel will die out with a bang doing what he wants.
V1 itself is clearly NOT killing efficiently to survive, but for fun. Before it all ends. It's going out with a bang.
And with no new humans or machines that can enter hell in the long run. Perhaps it's very being too will decide it wants to go out with a bang.
In short. uh machines have souls. everything will die but not in a sad way. but in a very cool awesome way. thats pr awesomesauce
70 notes ¡ View notes
wigglywantshiswrath ¡ 1 year ago
Text
If I draw more Nibbly will y'all check out my au pLEASEEE /nf /j
Tumblr media
antichrist au Nibbly design once again! Since y'all REALLLYYYY like him I guess (basically 400 notes on that.... most notes I've EVER gotten on ANYTHING so thank y'all sm-)
240 notes ¡ View notes
hazznothere ¡ 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
Grip
581 notes ¡ View notes
2plolo ¡ 1 year ago
Text
201 notes ¡ View notes
bidokja ¡ 11 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
words unsaid and second chances | chapter 103 and chapter 34
45 notes ¡ View notes
toxictrannyfreak ¡ 3 months ago
Text
Alright, part 2 of The Way of Kings has excepts from a letter for its epigraph section, so l'm just going to collect all those fragments here and see if I can figure out what they're about. Fair warning, I don't know a ton about wider Cosmere stuff, so l'll probably fail.
Chapters 12-28 epigraphs:
*Minor Wind and Truth spoilers below!*
Old friend, I hope this missive finds you well.
Though, as you are now essentially immortal, I would guess that wellness on your part is something of a given.
I realize that you are probably still angry. That is pleasant to know. Much as your perpetual health, I have come to rely on you dissatisfaction with me. It is one of the cosmere's great constants, I should think.
Let me first assure you that the element is quite safe. I have found a good home for it. I protect its safety like I protect my own skin, you might say.
You do not agree with my quest. I understand that, so much as it is possible to understand someone with whom I disagree so completely.
Might I be quite frank? Before, you asked why I was so concerned. It is for the following reason:
Ati was once a kind and generous man, and you saw what became of him. Rayse, on the other hand, was among the most loathsome, crafty, and dangerous individuals I had ever met.
He holds the most frightening and terrible of all of the Shards. Ponder on that for a time, you old reptile, and tell me if your insistence on nonintervention holds firm. Because I assure you, Rayse will not be similarly inhibited.
One need only look at the aftermath of his brief visit to Sel to see proof of what I say.
In case you have turned a blind eye to that disaster, know that Aona and Skai are both dead, and that which they held has been Splintered. Presumably to prevent anyone from rising up to challenge Rayse.
You have accused me of arrogance in my quest. You have accused me of perpetuating my grudge against Rayse and Bavadin. Both accusations are true.
Neither point makes the things I have written to you here untrue.
I am being chased. Your friends of the Seventeenth Shard, I suspect. I believe they’re still lost, following a false trail I left for them. They’ll be happier that way. I doubt they have any inkling what to do with me should they actually catch me.
If anything I have said makes a glimmer of sense to you, I trust that you’ll call them off. Or maybe you could astound me and ask them to do something productive for once.
For I have never been dedicated to a more important purpose, and the very pillars of the sky will shake with the results of our war here. I ask again. Support me. Do not stand aside and let disaster consume more lives. I’ve never begged you for something before, old friend.
I do so now.
Obviously, no convenient section telling us who this is from. It seems to be from Wit/Hoid, and I think "the element" could be Wit's Dawnshard, which he carries inside him, alongside his skin (he "protects [the element] like [he] protects [his own skin]).
As for the intended recipient, I have no idea. Assuming “the element” is what I think it is, they were somehow involved in Wit taking his Dawnshard up again before coming to Roshar. They’re also not an original Shard, as Wits says they are “now essentially immortal” (emphasis added), implying that they haven’t been immortal for long. This rules out Edgli, who was really the only one I could think of. Wonderful.
As stated above, this is probably completely off.
17 notes ¡ View notes