#they just wanna help

[taruth3mighty]

I'm going to just rant a little bit about Player and how I personally view their character based on what we've seen in the actual game and how I perceive it, (I might be projecting with this one) From what I can tell Player has this attitude where if they can't be of service or help others, they don't think they're worth anything. Like we saw a glimpse of this during the Academy,

"Seems like your group isn't here yet."

"...this place is a mess. You might as well clean up. You took out the trash, but... There's more to do."

"Why are there random cardboard boxes scattered about? They're empty, too. They serve no purpose besides taking up unnecessary space. Nobody will miss them." This is one of the only few times we personally get a glimpse into Player as in the character, everyone is so quick to say that they're up to you to think about. When lines like these exist in game. If it was truly just us, why would we say this? Why would your avatar say that? There's no reason to say all that about cardboard boxes. To put on my analysis glasses, I believe that Player is the type of person who strives to help others to feel useful and when they can't or don't have anything else to do, they start to spiral in their head. They don't talk much, it's not just because the Blue Strings as a species, doesn't talk. But also, because Player themselves just thinks in their head a lot, it's natural for a lot of introverted people. Player again showcases the behavior of "if I can't be of service then I'm worthless" in Icyridge. Such as helping Old Man Timothy even though it's a hassle and a waste of time. No one else is that willing to help someone else for that long for not even a good reward, yet Player does it anyway. They're exhausted if we take the tone of their thoughts. They probably started doing Help Center requests after saving Anna and getting the keys, meaning that they don't even allow themselves to have a moment like Suzie or Quincy or even TJ. They're just immediately on the find to help people. I feel like the line, "They're empty, too. They serve no purpose besides taking up unnecessary space. Nobody will miss them." As if their mind telling them, if they can't do one thing, they serve no purpose and that nobody would miss them if they left. Player legit cleaned the entire Help Center just because they didn't have anything to do. Sure, it took them like 2 hours. But hey, they didn't have to clean up the place, but they did it anyway. They didn't have to, but they do it anyway because no one else will. They are hit with the fact that TJ actively wants to put them down, "It's not enough that I win. Player must also lose." All they want is just to have connection, and here's this person who they consider their friend, wanting them to lose rather than just focus on the bigger picture, (And this is why I hate TJ, blud is not justified in saying that to anyone just because he's going through something) We barely know anything about Player as is, yet they seem to mask it or hide it away whenever they're with other people. In Icyridge Part 1, the good karma choice for Quincy is, "Any time, Quincy. Friends forever." Like Player and Quincy were never the closest in the friend group, yet when on the good path. Player gets attached to the group in the same way Quincy gets attached to Suzie and TJ as they're the only genuine friends they've ever had. They genuinely just want friends, they're willing to do anything for them, even if it means risking their own life at times.

[moonriver080]

【Would you】P1～3

Botw-Zelink

timeline：post botw～pre-totk

I put all this in because that's all I've done. It took a long time, probably...

No story, little dialogue. If accepted, please enjoy

(Every time I finish painting, I feel, ah, I really am not the material for painting)

Tell me how to label it, please

My friend taught me to improve the layout of the second page!LOVE HER!!!

The last trailer for the comic is actually done, but I have to redraw the first half of it from the paper onto the computer first.)That's terrible. I already want to give up publishing.

Finished a new illustrated story that left me wondering how to translate it (if it's too much trouble I'll keep giving up! Ahah! (Cheerful walk through

[bluismie]

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫

[astorkes]

what if act2 but nobody gets better, they get worse instead🌚

[insaneinpink]

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[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny love beating up fnaf (plush) babies

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out.

[egophiliac]

quick little stress-relief doodle

[huntingrays]

pjo prompt: percy and jason have to go on a quest together, so they both decide to bring their respective partners (annabeth and leo). during the quest, they get kidnapped by monsters and percy and jason wake up in an arena. the monsters explain that they have their partners and in order to save them, they have to fight to the death, with the winner getting to leave alive with their partner, while the other is killed. however, the monsters are very shocked when percy and jason sit down and start calmly playing cards with each other. they’re not worried about their partners. instead, they’re worried for the monsters. they trapped annabeth and leo together, two of the smartest demigods. the girl who redesigned olympus and the boy who built a warship in six months. they were toast.

[girlwearied]

fuck zodiac signs do you also kinda feel excruciatingly unlovable in every way possible sometimes

[starryroe]

very few things sadder as a t4t transhet trans woman than seeing a transmasc post in the transhet tags about their love for trans women only to go on their account and see "transandrophobia isn't real" :(( like please don't make yourself smaller and sadder pretending that somehow transphobia doesn't apply to you please :( that's not gonna make women like you that's gonna make us very worried about your mental health if you say you don't believe in your own oppression

[satoruxx]

suguru isn’t made for casual. he’s a “carve your name into his flesh and seal his devotion with blood” kinda guy. an “i’m for you and you’re for me” kinda guy. an “i’ll give you everything as long as you look at me” kinda guy.

casual feels like an insult to him. dedication is all he knows.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

BABY FACE BABY FACE!!!!!!!! KSDJDHG LFFKL WHY IS HE SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE

embarrassingly long ramble and wintersberg drawing below the cut:

lmao, I finished the GG playthrough of re8 the other day and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

anyway yeah. Don't even know what to write about it cuz it sorta overtook me with no warning, and idk shit about resident evil but here we are.

I read mushrooms and magnets on ao3, i did the frowned upon thing and went straight to most kodo-ed (i KNOW it's wrong but i didn't feel like searching!! I just wanted to Read. If I stick around any longer I WILL read other things too), and I feel like that's probably a rite of passage in the ethan/heisenberg wing of this fandom. Blasted through it in like 3 days. Anyway, like, 3 quarters through it I realized I never took it upon myself to see what ethan looks like? I just assumed he had Typical White Guy Face, which yeah, he does, but after an image search.... I never realized he had such a baby face skjdgf sksjfh PRETTY BOY PRETTY BOY

So then I drew him. And I drew heisenberg too, although I need more practice with him. Plus I think I got gassed out for the night, after drawing ethan. it's really hot and it can be hard to remember how to draw for fun after doing so many commissions.

One of my go to drawing visions is one character in profile, and the other character all up in their face in a pseudo profile, 3/4, tilted angle. And idk why I keep doing that, because I fuck it up at least half the time. Ethan looks good here, heisenberg does Not. I need better references of him. Seriously, if someone has a karl heisenberg folder on their phone with a crap ton of pictures of his face from different angles, PLEASE send me some. I need a clear one of him in profile. All the ones on google have his face obscured by his hat, glasses, both, and he's always in dark lighting. Ironic that the one who's face you never see has better reference pictures.

Kinda considering doing a GG animated for the moment where ethan's like "I just want to fix my daughter!" and arin (as heisenberg) says "uh, she's in four pieces," because it cracked me up so damn hard. His voice is so dumb. I love him.

This came outta nowhere but hahaha oh well, my interests change on the wings of the wind (wings of the wind = what the grumps are uploading)

[bookalicent]

yeah so this was insane

[eevachu]

Y’all should buy a ticket for the emotional rollercoaster that is “Body’s a Bad Monster” by @inkskinned! Emotions I didn’t know I still had are sore. Feels like there are maggots eating away at the decaying flesh in a wound I didn’t even know I had. 10/10. Owie. 🥲👍