#they are cut from the same cloth

[hunniegl4zed]

Has Mayhem been spending too much time with Scourge?

Yes, they share 1 braincell. They need to give the other the cell once a week during the green goober support group~ 💚🫶✨️✨️✨️

[respectthepetty]

What I signed up for: High heat, peak fuckboi behavior, clown-to-clown communication, mess, drama.

What I got: Gentle touches, peak I've-been-in-love-with-him-forever behavior, one-sided enemies-to-lovers communication, safe sex practices, HEALING!

Mangkorn and King are in two different stories, but they are cut from the same cloth, and it's made from the finest boyfriend material.

Hopefully that fabric extends to childhood too.

Bed Friend, give me everything I didn't sign up for. Give me this plot! I am begging you. Please, please, PLEASE! I will quit being mean to my administrators to their faces if I get this plot. I will stop being disgusted when people mistake me for a hetero. I will openly show emotion, which I haven't done since 2003. Give. Me. This. Plot.

In your name I pray. Amen.

[slimepuparibaba]

Caleb: Did you honestly think I'd always be the kind-hearted boy from your childhood?

Also Caleb, when you're hurt: Sometimes I wish you'd let me be your shield.

ALSO Caleb, when you ask to blow on his boo-boo to make him feel better: Yeah, one little blow and the pain will just fly away.

ALSO also Caleb, when making lanterns for you: It's different from buildin' models, but both are fun. No one knows you better than I do. :)

ALSO CALEB, WHEN JOTTING REMINDERS DOWN IN HIS NOTEBOOK: "Help her with her homework. Do not do it for her no matter how cute or pouty she is."

ALSO. ALSO. CALEB: If I'm not home to eat with her, I'll video call her and eat with her then.

Conclusion: YES YOU'RE THE SAME FUCKING DORK YOU WERE SINCE CHILDHOOD, STOP TRYING BEING EDGY YOU PRICK. YOU FOOLED EVERYONE FOR LIKE FIVE FUCKING SECONDS AND THEN YOU SAY THIS SHIT.

[ex-textura]

I fucking love romancing Emmrich as a non-Mourn Watch Rook. I love it I LOVE it!

I've done both routes and I enjoyed the meeting of minds you get in the special MW dialogue options but the JOY of watching Emmrich experience love from outside his own secluded circle is unmatched.

Of course a fellow Mourn Watcher would match his freak, of course they'd get necromancy of course they'd love wisps and the necropolis of course.

But he spends so much energy defending it all to the rest of the team early on, because outside of Nevarra it is taboo.

They don't know if they can trust the necromancer

They side-eye his skulls

But then there's Rook. An outsider respectful of the tableaus, charmed by wisps and friendly with Manfred. They compliment his control and passion. They're impressed, rather than suspicious. He doesn't have to defend himself to Rook and how unexpected...

Rook as a person with no previous experience with Nevarra looks through the taboo and the superstition and the preconceived notions and sees Emmrich. Sees his passion. And loves every piece.

And I'm feral about it

[rennyrose]

Hi! I love your monster Trigun au so much!!! Could you tell us more about vampire vash in this au? Is he still 100+ years old?

Thank you I’m glad you like it haha- and he is yes-! There’s a lot of stuff I need to work out and fill gaps on but™️ here’s some recent art snippets and a tad bit of lore-

Vash and Knives were born sometime in the 1800s, and of course grew up together very close- However Vash became chronically very ill, and at one point Knives became very desperate and would do whatever to keep his brother alive

Knives also had a special interest in the occult/supernatural, which would result in sacrificing a piece of Vash so his brother could become something else- then shortly after to do the same to himself

Now Vash continues to attempt to live as normally as he can- (with the exception of helping a new friend struggling to handle beastie tendencies)

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

i love when characters go insane from the pressure to fit in :3 all of those years of intense study and stuffing themselves into a box only to leak out reprehensibly and use their knowledge for Evil

[sidsinning]

How mfs expect you to react when they tell you the stalker romance novel you're reading is toxic and wouldn't be romantic irl:

[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.

[stealthpanda126]

I love Astro Bot so much he's my new little funny guy I love him he's a scrimbly bumblo he's a true hero and a cool guy he deserved GOTY

I literally lost my mind when he won dude it's crazy. Against FF7 Remake(goated game), and Wukong(Another Souls-like) you'd be crazy to think the silly LBP/Mario Odyssey clone would make it out alive. But he did, and with THREE MORE AWARDS AT THAT

Don't ever talk to me again until you put some respect on my goat

[poopiefart420]

Cut from the same cloth

Bonus drawings vvvvv

[agnesandhilda]

do you think isagi and kaiser, both notorious trash talkers, ever got mad post-game and insulted the same guy in the same way at the same time and then looked at each other with an expression of unfiltered horror

[rickybaby]

via Daniel Ricciardo makes Red Bull future admission as Helmut Marko sparks exit talk

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

so... are we picking up what im putting down here?

[pseudowho]

MHA watching update:

Aizawa's great...but there's only one guy I'd sell my soul for, so far.

And it's

This big goof

Please sir just one chance--

[raventrigonsdaughter]

Ok theory time, i think agatha did "walk" and left the road, but i also think the witch that was with her was not Rio, i think it was her mother, i think she was still pregnant with Agatha and that the baby was Evanora's wish, she's a child born from the road, she never entered it, she was conceived in the road by a wish and/or born in/from it and therefore is the only known witch to have survived but has no true experience only what her mother who was very keen on saying she was born evil told her. The roads plays tricks on how it works and there are some weird things about agatha herself that make me think there is more to her than just being a "con artist" as jac herself calls her, after all billy's reading did say she was truthful

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

so i looked into the henry stickmin collection