#the fUCKIGN. woman that she is.

[lizzieraindrops]

#ikora the fucking. woman that you are #destiny 2 #'pinned in one move'... ok......... #'anything she needs'...................OK........ (tags via @confusedlucifer)

OKAY....... this is fine........

pinned in one move

anything she needs

like oh my god. yes ikora is extremely aromantic. yes chalco is the love of her soul. yes it's entirely platonic and all-consuming. yes she's also demi for eris. yes it's incredibly lesbian/sapphic. yes that's equally important. yes this does incorporate them into the greater reef polycule. what's not clicking

[peachyutdr]

i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D

[relicsongmel]

I've already explained my thoughts on how Dahlia fears Iris' love because it's the only thing contradicting her worldview that she is inherently unlovable, and how her inability to handle that reality affects the way she returns that love (i.e. in an incredibly backwards and convoluted manner). But recently I've also been quite captivated by the idea that maybe a similar principle holds true for Iris herself.

That being, that Iris is deeply afraid of her own capacity for love.

Iris, who feels Dahlia's pain so deeply as if it were her own (and it often is due to their shared upbringing). So hurt by the idea of her beloved sister hurting that it drives her mad. So much so that'd she'd do anything to help her feel whole again. So she loses herself, gives everything that she is and has to make sure her sister knows she's not alone. To some, it would be a lofty sacrifice, but to Iris, there's not much loss in throwing your life away when your life never had much meaning to begin with. And it's worth it, if it's for Dahlia.

At least, that's what she'd like to think.

In truth, Iris is utterly terrified of the person she turns into when Dahlia asks for her help. How all she can focus on is protecting her sister from harm or blame, to the point that everything and everyone else either fades into the shadows...or becomes warped into a simple cog in the machine of whatever crime they were unfortunate enough to become tangled in. Murder weapons become tools for freedom. People become mere vessels for whatever role they've been assigned. Any collateral damage—lives lost, scapegoats blamed, and the suffering of all parties hurt as a result—becomes an afterthought.

Only when it's all over does Iris snap back to reality and realize the weight of what she's done, and the guilt is enough to crush her. But all too soon, before she can finally swear off letting herself give in to overbearing compassion to the detriment of herself and others, Dahlia needs another "favor" and the cycle repeats itself again. And again...and again.

Eventually, somehow, Iris decides enough is enough, and narrowly manages to convince her sister not to kill the man who unknowingly accepted incriminating evidence from her latest plot to eliminate anyone standing in her way. She agrees to take on the burden of retrieving said evidence, and at first, she treats this task as she would any other cover-up job: not quite as dangerously tunnel-visioned as in crimes past due to there being less at stake, but with a certain air of detachment nonetheless. She doesn't want the man to be hurt, sure, but it's less about him specifically and more about Dahlia, who's dug herself so deep into a ditch of seeking revenge that she can no longer climb out unless Iris throws a rope down to save her. However, not long into her mission...something unexpected happens.

The man she's taken it upon herself to save from Dahlia's wrath is a deceptively tough nut to crack. For all Phoenix Wright seems easygoing and happy-go-lucky on the surface, there's a certain stubbornness lurking underneath—and despite asking numerous times, Iris can't seem to convince him to return Dahlia's deadly poison-bearing necklace. She's going to have to keep up the "girlfriend" charade for longer than she thought, but...for some reason, that reality doesn't bother her as much as she would have expected. In fact...it almost seems to invigorate her.

The version of herself when she's with him, despite literally bearing a different name than her own, feels more authentic and natural than any other role she's been born into, forced into, or crafted for herself out of desperation. And when one rainy October day she's lifted up and spun around in Phoenix's arms after she came to Ivy University's art building to deliver an assignment he had forgotten at home, Iris finally figures out the reason why.

When she locks eyes with him as he gently sets her down...

Iris realizes she's falling in love.

And Iris, knowing exactly the lengths she's willing to go to for love, feels nothing but despair at that realization, despite her face being flushed as red as her dyed hair and her heart feeling like it could burst forth from her chest at any moment.

How many more people could be hurt because of her feelings for a man she was never supposed to meet, let alone fall in love with? How long will Dahlia let her maintain this illusion until she gets impatient and takes matters into her own hands? If it came down to it, which one of the people she loves most in the world would Iris choose to protect? Which one of them would she have to sacrifice? Is her love forever fated to result in tragedy, or can she save both of them somehow?

In the end, Iris is powerless to help either of them—Dahlia is found guilty of murder and sentenced to execution, and Phoenix is nearly poisoned by Dahlia, initially framed for the murder she committed and leaves the ordeal deeply scarred by her betrayal. And Iris, having done so much for their sakes and yet still failing them, decides that she should at least do what she can to protect the one that still has a life ahead of him: Phoenix. And given that her involvement with him led to nothing but devastation—her love led to nothing but devastation, she decides to permanently isolate herself from him in the hopes that he can eventually move on and heal without her. The idea of leaving him behind (while he's experiencing such profound grief, no less) makes her heart ache, but to her the feeling is nothing if not deserved, and at least she can rest easy knowing that Dahlia is no longer a threat to him. And by sequestering herself on Eagle Mountain, she can protect him and others from the frequently gruesome outcomes of her undying devotion.

Iris spends five whole years surrounding her life around a practice she hates, to "atone" for her sin of letting her love corrupt her. Too fearful of it to face the truth of the hurt she's caused. And Phoenix spends five whole years suffering because of it.

Iris' love is pure, all-encompassing, and selfless. But the ironic reality she struggles against is that such love can also make her terribly, terribly cruel.

A cruelty not unlike that of her sister.

[junkissed]

i could never ever be an actor bc if he held my face like that and told me he wanted to eat me out i would be on my knees so fucking fast asking him "what are we"

[apollos-boyfriend]

the instant downwards spiral of danganronpa’s female characters after thh is so insane to me. like while thh has its issues and is no way perfectly written its female cast is largely treated like Normal People with real motivations and complex inner lives on par with the male cast. and then you get to literally every other game in the series and it’s like. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development. obscenely obvious pedo bait. literally 0 character. sexualized sa victim. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development. killing women off to enhance male characters’ development.

[suntails]

comm for a fic reflecting on silver's significance to their lives <3 <3 god this was so fun to work on, if u have an ao3 acct, i rec reading the fic :D

read here!

[friendlyengie]

oh man joining the gravel wars not knowing what they're getting into is my FAVORITE thing in a tf2 character. Do you have any other blu merc ideas or is it just Lachlann rn?

I’ve got a couple kicking around in my brain!! Drew a few up after Lachlann the other day

Been basing them a lot off of old concept art for fun… minus spy? Because he doesn’t have a lot of uhh unique / different concept art. And I thought it would be funny if BLU spy was just “spy but 5’2 and Worse.”

Also: None of these guys are drawn to scale of each other . would be really fucking funny if they were though with spy being about half snipers height here.

the others are still a work in progress… I had an idea for medic but I’m thinking about shifting it around a bit and making him and Nastja more of an established duo dynamic (like: worlds most bisexual couple who have been doing merc work together for decades now) and I’m completely blanking for a BLU engie counterpart atm. Time may only tell…

[cynical-cemeteries]

minor spoilers for war of the tyrants: book of truth | chapter 13 (ending)

more ahilam pics but of her ult 😋😋 she’s so cool……

[justablah56]

t4t morglennnnn

T4T MORGLENN EXPLODES AND DIES ABOUT THEM AIGUWNCNWNCKWKKCWMNC

[wildlcck]

no thoughts head empty aside from that one post pointing out how you can find sadie just sittin eatin beans from a can with a knife before 'mrs. s.adie adler, widow'

[josephtrohman]

getting older is like everything my grandparents do makes me sob, i called my nana today to wish her a happy easter and during the call she asked me if i was getting excited for our trip next weekend and she even was practicing the name “fall out boy” cuz she never remembers what the band is called 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ but she said it right!!! she remembered!! ❤️

[astral-catastrophe]

Wish I could block very specific posts about botw Zelda…

[hertwood]

wanted to finish girlmax tonight but i am onslaught with the sleepies. sad

[in-a-slanted-outhouse]

Why do things just keep going wrong and going wrong over and over again in my life just as things are starting to get good?

[dearheart42regenerated]

y'all should definitely NOT listen to this song and imagine little 3-year-old Capri being an absolute menace and causing mayhem in the Chilton household with little baby Mike as her partner in crime (who is now capable of scooting across the floor in his green onesie at practically the speed of sound and the world is NOT ready for him!!)

[loki-spaz-moments]

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