#she's perfect thank u love!

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!

And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.

[monakisu]

light gets it from his mom… “it” as in “two-faced backstabbing snakery” ˘ᗜ˘🐍

(late) gift 3/3 for my secret santa @llawlieta !!! for ur prompt of yagami family Fucked Up goodness ( ͒•·̫|💚🍭🎀 hope u enjoy!! HAPPY HOLS! * ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊

[softdrabbles]

"it's kinda my specialty." there was nothing more ash wanted to do than to spoil the woman, show her the love and attention that she so truly deserved, maybe even craved. gently ash reached up to play with diana's hair in their fingers. ashton knew the reality of the situation but it didn't make it hurt any less each time they watched her walk out the door. "he needs his mom, i understand." ash's eyes studied diana's features, they were perfect in every way, "i just hate you have to go back to him."

" you really know the way to my heart, huh? " a soft laugh falls from her petals as pearly whites sink into her full bottom one. " i really have to. i wish i could stay but i've ran out of excuses this week, and theo keeps asking me why i'm never home." and the little boy was still the only reason why she even came home at all.

[feng-shui71]

ok but let's be real, why does Wesker look adorable when he kisses Jordan in any way,,,

like, the way you draw him kissing her, your dbd post with the neck kiss?? he's so gentle what,,,

where's this monster I hear about, hm? I only see deprived husband showing affection for wife he doesn't see due to suspiciously tentacle like creature barrier (the entity)

WHHFYQHFJFJHAJAJAJ oh my god this is so sweet .. no literally.. this compelled me to fill out a kiss chart i found on pinterest

[morn1e]

Dude looks so stupid in this icsnt💔💔kill himnowplease

Aslo don't mind my fucked up ass writing

he is so fucking ugly😢OUUUUUUU OUUUUUU - KABILLION HP DAMAGE OUUUUUUU WHAT😢 OUUUUUUUU deceased

[laesas]

RamKing + Venus Flytrap || by kinnbig

[hobbithoes]

I know I posted her b4 but i don’t care, my shadowheart is sooo sexy OMGGG 😳🤤🤤🤤

[shishikusas]

SHE IS RISEN

happy 10th birthday shikyou amanojaku. ur a big girl now

[adellovesrowan]

you slow down time in your golden hour

[itspileofgoodthings]

Taylor returning over and over to the falling through the ice accident in the Bolter—everything to me

[karalija]

https://www.deviantart.com/kara-lija/art/The-Oath-Final-Fantasy-VIII-964326497

“Rinoa... even if you end up as the world’s enemy...I’ll...I’ll be your knight.” -Squall

Squall Leonhart and Rinoa Heartilly from Final Fantasy VIII by Squaresoft (Square Enix)

I’ve always found his inner pledge to protect her to be deeply romantic and the Sorceress and Knight bond aspect wholly fascinating. It brings to mind chivalry and fairytales in a unique way.

I have a few fic rec’s to offer here, with a bigger recommendation post to be on my tumblr soon. There are so many incredible authors (and artists!) throughout this fandom who’ve expanded upon the mentioned but sparsely explored lore in the game. The first 3 fics have been hugely inspirational to me lately, while A Mist Over Winhill was a fic I read circa 2001 that I’ve loved ever since. Please check these stories out and drop the lovely authors a comment!

“Angel’s Scar” by colobonema on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24588694/chapters/59389741

“Chronicles of A Lion’s Oath” series by tricks @cynic-view-ahead on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3355909

“Privacy” by SteeleStingray on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23469445/chapters/56265436

“A Mist Over Winhill” by Kate Lorraine on ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2360625/1/A-Mist-Over-Winhill

And I always rec a song or two for ambience to go with my art. The song for the viewing enhancement of this particular piece is:

“The Oath” from FF8’s ost: https://youtu.be/TsnJBvokVzk

Drawn in procreate.

Please DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST!

And be kind!

[funfactory]

seoyeon’s weverse update (231116)

[asharaks]

CRITICALLY UNACCLAIMED FAR CRY 5 MENTION???? how many letters in asharaks ATE!! it’s nice to see another fc5 lover in the wild. the grip that game has on me (it could be so good if it was good could be so ) if you ever feel like talking about it i would love to hear any thought you have 💛

i’m gonna be 100% honest with you boss i read this message and was like To Be Honest i think this one’s beyond redemption — the far cry games are fundamentally about killing people in increasingly horrifying ways and numbers, for such deserving crimes as: being Drugged; being Brainwashed; being Foreign; and being Over There. far cry 5 is a muddled mess of a game without a clear message or storyline, and clearly exists for ubisoft to show off their super sick combat mechanics, WHICH, it must be said, are super sick. i love you wingsuit.

then i thought. hey ash. aren’t you right neow in the process of writing a far cry 5 fic in which faith survives. isn’t it a core tenet of your playthroughs that faith survives. and the answer to that is a resounding Yes.

SO: my far cry 5 beautiful vision. first, as mentioned above, faith lives. we find out more about her, about the position of Faith Seed; her terror of joseph is explored, her past as a heroin addict, the transition from rachel jessop to faith seed. the scared girl who was groomed by these men into their weird fucked up babydoll toy, the feminine face of the apocalypse — why do the brothers need a Faith, why do they need to seemingly recruit vulnerable women into this position of simultaneous power and dependence? is rachel jessop still in there, and what would it take to bring her home? so, we keep faith; instead of gunning her down, we save her, we bring her out of the bliss and into a place where she is — if not safe, because no one here is safe — at least advocated for, looked after, part of a community.

second: the deputy. i love my dep; i am at all times rotating them in my mind palace. but i would give them more intentionality: this person is a sheriff’s deputy with a capacity for incredible violence, who doesn’t bat an eyelid at being told to gun down local citizens en masse. ten minutes into the game, you’re hurling dynamite from a moving car while driving down the road. i’d lean hard into the nonverbal protagonist aspect, make ‘em more fucked up: more nightmares, more depersonalisation. why are they so vulnerable to the cult’s brainwashing? well, that’s because they’re already fucked in the head; their boundaries are eroded to nothing almost right away, their capacity to see other humans as people, their us-vs-them mentality: i want to see all of this explored properly, with more personal quests, more ambient dialogue, more to root the deputy as a person who lived in this town before it all went to shit and to explain why their first instinct in any situation is murder. also how they do that thing with their bones (break every single one then get up and walk it off).

if i was doing a serious rewrite of the game, i’d want to see, more than anything, more focus. i want to see thematic resonance, the bones of which are there but completely missed in the original. the ideas about pack mentality, about depersonalisation, dehumanisation, weaponisation — all those good -ations — with the deputy, with the thousands of same-faced enemies in the same outfits with the same hair. i’d make that more intentional, too: make it clear that the deputy is not right in the head, that these people they’re gunning down are a product of their own worldview. maybe half of them aren’t even real; by the time jacob gets done fucking with you, who knows! lean into that sense of heavy paranoia, the gaslighting, the impossibility of knowing who’s a friend and who’s an enemy: i’d make it much much harder to tell where reality ends and the deputy’s bloodlust begins, give the player more consequences for killing civilians and non-combatants, and a lot more fucked up dream/bliss sequences.

also, let the deputy experience feelings about the way they’re used. they’re turned into a weapon, put through incredible torture, brainwashing, abuse: they’re drugged, tattooed, flayed, exploded, set on fire, made to kill their friends. all of this should take a toll, and i want to see more of that. make it harder to tell enemies from a distance, slap friendly npc’s faces on some of those hundreds of bodies you mow down: lean into the horror of it all, emphasise the scale of the violence that the deputy commits. acknowledge that the deputy does all this because they’re told to, not because they choose to: they’re made into a weapon of war, and turned against people who used to be their townspeople, who they should have protected. and yes, as a cop that’s a tenuous thread but let’s be real ubisoft aren’t doing acab here.

the themes i personally see most clearly in fc5 are like… yeah the depersonalisation of it all. the dehumanisation. jacob’s brainwashing literally has you fighting faceless opponents, people with bags over their heads; more of that, even outside the red rooms, even outside the bliss: eliminate any sense of safety or control, any faith you might have in your perception of reality.

also, in an ideal world, the companions would have more depth and development, and more personal quest stuff; at the risk of turning this action game into a story based rpg, i think it would have benefited from having more relationship mechanics. not romance, but, like… companions react to the things you do. i shouldn’t be able to shoot a civilian in the head and have my companions shrug it off. the plot of the game itself is pretty weak, but frankly, no-one’s here for the plot: i don’t really have much i’d change there, except the absolute bastard of a final battle with joseph — i don’t hate the endings, but they don’t have much resonance for me, as the culmination of a game that was largely about exploration and doing mass murder in inventive ways. i think the deputy should die at the end, is my hot take; that guy needs to be put down like a sick dog.

i'd keep the seed brothers being psychosexually obsessed w you, bc otherwise what are we even doing here; i still think you should get to kill them, ideally with your bare hands, just to make it gayer and hotter.

[multiicolor]

sdjhbfjdsf i need to do more with her but i love it everytime i post cupid yall just flock on it. tossing drawings of her out towards u all like pigeons.

[sanjiafterhours]

your top 15 favourite tv shows can say a lot about your personality

Tagged by @kuhakukage

Let's go besties :

1. Courage the Cowardly Dog

2. Danny Phantom

3. Teen Titans

4. Teen Wolf

5. Inuyasha

7. Tokyo Ghoul

8. Shen He Ling/Word of Honor

9. Australia's next top model

10. Brooklyn 99

11. How to get away with murder

No tags all the besties can come list their favourite shows so i can get some good tv show recs thank yew.

[motherloved]

Toriel would find a medium-sized box wrapped in deep purple paper with a slightly shimmery texture, all crowned by a pretty, glittery gold bow. Attached to it, was a liliac label with a message.

"A gift made in hope to bring more joy and warmth to such a cold season." -Layla

Inside the box, is a lovely little teddy bear holding what appeared to be a smaller box! And would you look at that, inside of the smaller box is a necklace made of flower-shaped little citrine stones.

IT IS NOT HER FIRST Christmas on the Surface. Technically, she has been aware of it since Chara, or at the very least whichever humans ended up in her care, for what little time she may have known those precious few -- point is, Toriel has been aware of it for quite some time. It is, however, her second time officially celebrating it in love and peace, with everyone around her.

This — gift giving, and receiving — is newer to her. It is wonderful, more than anything. Toriel beams like the summer sun as she regards the present, unmistakable in wrapping. It need not even be labelled — something so fashionable, and agreeable to Toriel's own aesthetics, must have come from the most fashionable monster she knows. She gives it a gentle little shake, curious; at the sound of multiple things jostling within, it becomes a touch more startling.

Once-queen wastes no time — well, a little time, actually — meticulously untaping and unfolding the paper so that it would not tear or crease irreparably. What? Isn't this, too, technically part of the gift? Every inch of it must be treated with appreciation. She's going to put this in a scrapbook or something. Once unwrapped, not much stands in the way of Toriel and its contents; the teddy bear, something soft and plush and sandy brown, earns a heart-eyed coo. She almost does not notice the second box placed in its arms.

Almost.

This box is smaller, more inconspicuous. Toriel, indeed, nearly drops it entirely, and must flounder with clumsy hands to catch it before it falls. Something inside rattles, and a large ear flops with a twitch as she studies it, dragging the suspense along. What could it be? Jewelry seems to be the obvious answer. Toriel opens it slowly, savoring the anticipation; you don't get presents every day, after all! One would do well to revel in it from time to time! Something gold sparkles inside, already glittering in the light from the fireplace.

Inside the box, shimmering and singing, sits a necklace, built of interwoven golden flowers.

For a moment, everything freezes. Toriel's gaze drifts sidelong to the frostbitten heads of a garden left to the snow outside her window. Her heart throbs bittersweet between yearning ribs as she raises the necklace to clasp it 'round her throat, eyes stinging with tears inexplicable. It is a beautiful gift, from a beautiful monster, born with a beautiful heart.

Toriel is never going to take it off. It's about to be a staple in all of her outfits.