#smh I gotta do everything myself

[fountainpenguin]

All week, thoughts of Zombiewood... I love them so much... They are so silly. Character Martyn, you would have loved "She Wants Me (To Be Loved)" and being chased by a river warden on your walk down by the sand.

[deadkraker]

oh that is a tag and a half

[mysterygrl20]

smh yul committed a crime in love tractor and yechan helped

[asclepias-lavendula-nyctanthes]

ik it's only been out for like 2 hours and it's almost that long but how has NO ONE made any posts about the INSANE amount of mark lore references in the new poppy playtime video

[hinamie]

summer is coming so i'm giving them the beach day they deserve

[halorocks1214]

I WOULD DIE FOR PEARLBOT

[ravangie]

I am 100% confident that there is no way Princess Charming would miss her chance to join her mama's business.

She would create her own make up line and the main item would be, of course, Cherry flavoured lip gloss💋

More Princess Charming here💕

More Shrek fanart here

[royaltea000]

Talk about haunting the narrative huh

[akirameta84]

wheres the post-canon fic of hollow going from using it/its pronouns to dehumanize themselves, and then they/them pronouns as they come to the realization and acceptance that theyre a person, and then using it/its pronouns again because it makes it feel the most like itself but its no longer using them in a dehumanizing way

[sawkinator]

While I definitely have Opinions™ about the current plot, I've still been having a lot of fun drawing goofy stuff inspired by it, so here's a dump of all the TVW-related art I've posted in the r/Neopets Discord over the last few months

[lailuhhh]

Can I request some post Kovacs Jack trying to fit back into the Team for the character/prompt, please? But he's out of step with them and maybe feels in the way. Been craving some angsty, found family comes together feels.

Your wish is my command ✨✨

Jack knew things would change, knew that he had changed.

It had been just over two years since he walked out of the Phoenix to go hunt down Kovacs, since he left everyone. It had hurt every day he was gone, not only because he felt like he had betrayed them, but the fact of there being zero correspondence between them either. It was a security risk, completely understandable, but that didn’t stop Jack from sending things out to let everyone know he was alright, only from receiving anything.

It was his punishment, for leaving Riley again after promising he wouldn’t, for leaving Bozer without teaching him out to make his mother’s infamous pie, for leaving Mac—

Jack had swore he’d always be by Mac’s side no matter the situation, and he lied.

He tried to do right by everything else; getting Desi as his replacement, making sure any loose ends were tied, talking to Matty about what to do if he ended up not making it home.

Luckily, after one too many close calls, he was finally back home. Back in LA, back at the Phoenix, back with the people he called family.

The only thing was, things changed.

Sitting on one of the chairs in Mac’s backyard felt unfamiliar. The comfort that always seemed to be there was gone, and although he was sitting closely with everyone else, he couldn’t help but feel far away. It was obvious that they’d all become much closer in the years he was gone, especially with having Desi there in every day, comfortable clothing. They were laughing and smiling together, nudging and pushing like they used to do before.

Only Jack wasn’t truly apart of it.

He felt out of place. The spot he normally occupied was gone, filled by another. When he offered to do something, he was turned away, saying he could just sit and relax. It felt like no one needed him anymore.

He took a moment of everyone huddled around the grill to make an escape to the interior of the house. At least that was relatively stayed the same. A few gizmos and gadgets got moved around but it hadn’t changed that much.

Except for the fact that both Desi and Riley were living under that same roof. He didn’t know if he even wanted to know about that. He knew Mac and Desi had gotten close, but exactly how close was something he didn’t want to pry in.

He found the smaller guest room had been claimed by Riley, on account of all her well known items being strung about, and had assumed the larger one, the one that was unofficially labeled as his before he left, was occupied by Desi.

It hurt to think about it, that Mac had replaced him with someone else, but it was Jack’s own doing. He was the one that lied. He was the one that abandoned them. He had cut himself out of their lives and had no one to blame but himself.

“Jack?” Mac’s gentle tone had caught him off guard, making him jump slightly.

“Hey. What’s good?” Fake smile plastered onto his face.

“What are you— doing?”

“Oh, ya know, just lookin around at— stuff. Takin in all the— things… and stuff.”

“Are you alright?”

“Course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Mac frowned slightly.

Jack should have just left. He shouldn’t be snooping around his best friend’s house— if he could even call Mac that anymore. He was just making more unwanted trouble.

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right? If something about the mission is bothering you, or having to readjust to civilian life—”

“It ain’t nothin like that.” Jack hadn’t meant to snap. He knew he didn’t have a right to. Nothing that he was experiencing was Mac’s fault.

“What is it then? You don’t— you don’t seem like you right now.”

Jack crossed his arms and looked anywhere but Mac’s face. “People change.”

Mac’s brow furrowed, trying to read the emotions on Jack’s face. “I know that. If I said anything to make you upset, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. I’m just a bit confused. Did I do anything to offend you?”

“No, just—” He took a deep breath. “You and me— people change, man.”

Mac’s confusion only set harder on his face, trying to understand what Jack was trying to tell him without saying it outright. When a thought crosses his mind, guilt began to set in.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Mac ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “Go open up the main guest room.”

It was Jack’s turn to be hit with confusion. He sent Mac a look before slowly heading to the room, hesitating a moment before opening it. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but seeing all this stuff right where he left it wasn’t it. The only things that were different was new curtains, and the bed was made.

“What—?”

“I didn’t forget you, Jack.” Mac said, tone somber. “I could never.”

“You kept all this stuff in here?”

“Of course. It had to be ready for when you came back in case your apartment wasn’t.”

“I thought you woulda moved everythin to storage.”

“You always told me not to touch your stuff. This is the one time when I actually listened.” A small smile. “You always have a place here, no matter if we both changed or not.”

“But— no one was lettin me help with nothin. I thought…”

“We all know how difficult things can be after extended time away. We didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed, or like you needed to do something to be here. We’re all just happy your back. I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner. I never want you to feel like you don’t belong here, and I’m certain very one would agree with me. We want you here with us, even though we’re terrible at communicating it apparently.”

And just like that, the warmth that had been missing outside on the chairs had come back. The doubt had been diminishing, and the love had been steadily flowing back through him.

“We really missed you, more than you could know.”

Jack sniffed and wiped his eyes. “I think I might have a little idea.”

“Just like old times; my house is your house. You belong here. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He took a deep breath and smiled. “You said I can talk to you bout anythin?”

“Of course.”

“You wanna let me in on where Desi’s been sleepin if this is still my room?”

Mac snorted and sling an arm around Jack’s shoulders. “There’s a lot for us to catch up on.”

[lovesickeros]

I also feel old whenever I look at the newer sagau fics

nah cuz what happened..i was there for the birth of this au when it was a handful of people vibing and everyone knew like. everyone now its everywhere and im walking back into it like a year later and everything is on fire LIKE....damn im just old huh. ya'll evolved while i was gone. not that its a bad thing but im like ????? tryna navigate all the new au's and content + writers..

[comatosecartesian]

[vqlisms]

if no-one else is gonna dissect n’s room i guess i have to do it myself

this is based purely on the games btw :3

n is about the same age as the rest of the bw protags, perhaps a bit older. estimations and canon information say they’re around 18-20 in bw and 20-22 in the sequels.

n’s room is on the fourth floor of plasma castle. it has purple and white checkerboard walls, and blue and white cloud pattern flooring. the ost plays a melancholic music-box theme, a sharp contrast to the pressure of the orchestral (or as close as the bw soundfont can get) symphony in the castle halls.

the toys in the room are not interactable, but do have text prompts.

an incomplete train set loops around the entrance. “It’s a set of trains and tracks. Has it been played with recently?”

a toy box rests beside the looping train. “This toy box contains pieces of a train set.”

a downsized basketball court takes up half the open floor. the hoop, with a toy train blocking the net, reads: “It’s a home-style basketball hoop…” the basketball on the floor beside it reads: “It’s a basketball that looks like it’s been used a lot. It says Harmonia on it…”

underneath a rotating plane suspended from the ceiling, “A skateboard is resting on a pile of wheels.”

to the right, blocking the back wall and more toy boxes, is a half pipe. “A halfpipe for skateboards… It has Pokémon scratch marks on it here and there…”

the only reachable toy box behind the halfpipe reads, “This toy box is full of new toys…”

on the back wall are three decorations. the leftmost one is a dartboard with several darts stuck to and around it. a frame beside it, hanging crookedly from the wall, reads, “This panel has a dart stuck in it.” the rightmost picture is made up of two shades of purple. “An art panel with a printed geometric pattern.”

n’s room is barely larger than the others we’re able to visit in the castle. the room is childish and colourful, not a bad thing, but definitely not fitting to the king of team plasma or the person who has been so confident in their ideals.

n was adopted by ghetsis when they were small, likely not even 10. they had no knowledge of what was normal or necessary for human children’s development. the world had no knowledge of them either, since ghetsis isolated them from society with only abused pokemon and their sisters or other team plasma members. this castle was underground for years, they were physically and emotionally dependent on people who shared ghestis’s ideals.

children are easy to manipulate. children are easy to mould. children are easy to control. no-one has changed n’s room with their growth because they weren’t supposed to; if n grew and learned and thought, they wouldn’t be the perfect king that team plasma needed. but this room, whimsical and lonely, isn’t a king’s room. n is a figurehead and a symbol. they have no control or duties, their responsibilities end at looking regal. only the people allowed into their room—ghetsis, their sisters, and select other plasma members—see that they are nothing past the garb and speeches that they preach.

aaaaaalso symbolism time!!! once again the castle is underground for the majority of the time it exists but also, please note the layout of the rooms that exist within it. none of the rooms have windows, but most of them do have chimneys. in a normal house, windows, useful or locked, at least allow a person to acknowledge the existence of an outside. since windows are useless in an underground castle, there are none. but that’s not quite true, is it? after all, the point of the construction of plasma’s castle was for it to rise from the dirt and surround the league. most of the rooms have chimneys, which would be nothing but a hazard underground when the smog would have nowhere to vent to. but they have constructed chimneys, because this castle isn’t meant to stay underground forever. n’s room does not have a chimney, or windows. there is nothing connecting their room directly to the outside of the castle.

also, the pattern of the flooring specifically is clouds. the pattern is rote, symmetrical. there are no variations, no deviations. also, this pattern is on the floor. of course, we can’t see the ceiling because of the camera limitations/perspective and the style of the game, but i think putting the sky on the ground is still interesting. because n knows what outside looks like, they grew up in the wilderness for years, enough to learn to understand pokemon. but now, in this castle, they can’t leave. the sky is upside-down and carefully graphed, and part of that is like with the toys to keep n from getting restless, but it also shows how warped their environment has made their view of the outside world. they’ve been told everything they know about society and how it functions, presented like the truth, and have only been given evidence that certified what they’ve been told.

also, a fun bit of colour symbolism. reshiram follows the hero of truth, while zekrom follows the hero of ideals. now here’s the fun part: their colours are swapped. reshiram and truth are black, while zekrom and ideals are white, corresponding with the twin dragon that the protag is able to catch in the story. outside of the dartboard on the back and some lineart, there is no black in n’s room. i don’t care if it was intentional or not, n’s room is a figment of their and the people around them’s ideals, all presented as the truth. but no matter how they present it, no matter what they wrap it in or how they light it, there’s no truth to anything they’ve been given.

also real quick the presented/fake freedom to n’s room parallels the difference between what team plasma is presenting their goals to be and ghetsis’s actual goal of holding power over people

IM BACK also note how the newest toys are shoved in the very very back of the room, almost hidden behind their old ones. they’ve played with the same toys over and over and over because they’ve had nothing else to do. they don’t have crayons or paper or crafts, their entire room is made up of solid unchanging toys. they can rearrange them and look and play from different angles, but there’s fundamentally nothing new they can do with anything. this parallels how the only ideas and ideals n could ever conceptualise were ones literally handed to them growing up. they didn’t have any information or experience to create their own because they didn’t know anything else existed. any new ideas they shoved away and repressed, regardless of how close they were to their own, or who was presenting them to them. nothing new has ever existed for them, not for a very very long time.

OH MY FUCKING GOD I COMPLETELY FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING there is literally zero (0) furniture in n’s room. no bed, no dressers, absolutely nothing. there are two things i want to point out about this, one to do with n’s position in team plasma and another to do with a bit more symbolism i guess? n’s room isn’t meant to be comfortable, it’s a gilded cage, it’s simply meant to hold them, so that they don’t get restless, so that they don’t leave, so that they play along. they are a puppet leader, plasma grunts obey them because of their figure, but almost all of the major decisions of the team are either from ghetsis or from his manipulation. and ghetsis treats them like a puppet, too. after all, dolls may look human, but they don’t need anything. and n was in a perfect position for not needing anything, since they had no standards of what a human should receive in a healthy household, emotionally or physically.

anyways if i forgot anything whoopie daisy, i’ll add it later or scream about it or something (current edit count: 3). for now let’s just say pokemon won’t be called pokemon anymore after i’m done with ghetsis

[bellasdragons]

very disappointed that I have yet to see anyone calling it an "arcancient"

[hinamie]

Not trying to start anything but is there a reason why you want Yuuji to have kept his injuries so badly? /gen

a ! part of it is the fact that I spent so long figuring out how I wanted to implement yuuji's scars into the way I draw him, n now to have had all that effort be for naught is salt in the non-existent wound :'> there were so many of them that I was pretty proud of myself when I settled on something I was happy with,,,, not to mention they looked so cool cries i was ROBBED

but even from a non-petty non-aesthetic standpoint i have some thoughts on why i think yuuji should have kept the scars. SPECIFICALLY the right eye injury. don't get me wrong megumi having the facial scars that echo sukuna's mask does look cool it's nice and angsty he looks good i do Like it. HOWEVER. i think from a narrative standpoint, to have Yuuji be the one to lose the right eye or have a significant scar in that spot would have been Better visual storytelling. Not only does yuuji spend more time as sukuna's vessel comparatively but Yuuji as sukuna's vessel n foil is SUCH a key plot point (mans literally says "you are me" like>?>??????????) n i feel like the scars n what they represent in that regard are better suited to him. family resemblance if u will.

ik this isn't rly taking into account megumi's torso scars but personally i got no beef with those I think they make sense. he was punched out of sukuna, obv that's gonna leave a mark . "but by that logic couldn't you make the same argument for why megumi keeps the facial scars?", I hear you ask. and to that i say you /could/ but imo megumi's torso scars also carry a symbolism that makes it Meaningful fr him to have them. i'm mostly thinking here about yuuji being better able to Suppress sukuna's true form whereas megumi Couldn't and him having to wear the reminder on his body as a result. at the end of the day though my main gripe really just boils down to the fact that not only does megumi end up with /more/ sukuna-related scars than yuuji, but Yuuji straight up loses /All/ of his. As far as we know he has none now and that's SUCH a shame imo.

I think if megumi were to keep the torso scars + slits where the second eyes used to be (+ some other misc LEFT SIDE facial scars from the fight w gojo and the jacob's ladder attack), with Yuuji instead being the one to sustain the main right eye injury as a visual reminder of sukuna, that would be ideal for Me. Have megumi be an echo of the body, have yuuji be an echo of the face. That way there's good symbolism - the size/placement of their marks better corresponds 2 the nature of the time they spent as vessels + the weight of their respective relationships with sukuna. simple, effective, matching angsty bfs. AND they get to look at themselves and each other and be riddled with intense soul crushing guilt!!!!!

anyway scarred!megu nation we won but scarred!yuuji nation suffered for it and i'm not going to take that slight lying down.