#they've just grown into their own

[weedle-testaburger]

i think it's close enough to christmas to post the virgin greg again

[spongebob-connoisseur]

Knowing that the Spongebob crew doesn't know what to do with Sandy because they find her unfunny hence why she's been used less and less throughout the seasons.

[teddybeartoji]

i'd love to be like omggg my beloved comfort guys suguru and dazai yayy yipeee yayy i can't wait to rot away with them but . suguru fucking hates dazai it's sohgsdahgdhgsaghdahs like they cannot be in the same room together at all if dazai tried to join us on the couch suguru would just push him off😭😭😭😭

[veifei]

boxing arc of LCLA goes crazy tbh we've got qiao ling busting the boys' time shenanigans (and her not believing at first until they prove it via HER being involved in said time shenanigans); we've got cheng xiaoshi's parasocial relationship w his idol shuang hai (man is obsessed); he's shaking crying downing drinks w shuang hai cos said boxing CHAKPION has no one to confide in except two twenty something year olds who did some sleuthing for him; cheng xiaoshi's all like "im your BIGGEST fan why are u being such a LOSER right now 🥲" and lu guang is sitting there quietly except for when scolding cxs for drinking too much too fast 😭😭😭 i love this show

[mc-critical]

1.01 / 2.17 (41)

[hyrulesfav]

♟️🐈‍⬛ is so perfect to me because they just. Get. each other. also they come into the relationship with kids who aren't their kids but one of them is basically their kid so they fall asleep watching bluey or blues clues a lot

[ratislatis]

HI. I JUST DREW 2 OLD CHARACTERS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WHILE AND. UM

WELL ANYWAY. THIS IS NIKOLAS AND MASON. I WAS OBSESSED WITH THEM FOR LIKE 4 YEARS

playlist I was listening to while drawing these:

(OLD ART UNDER THE CUT. WARNING: ITS SO FUCJING OLD LIKE YOU DONT UDNERSTAND MY HEAD IS IMN MY HANDS EVANGELION CHAIR SO HELP ME GOD)

USERNAME AND EVERYTHING. HOLY SHIT 😭😭😭

[djsangos]

//the more i listen to jigsaw puzzle the more i think about how much it gives me captain post-oe vibes

like they'd just been through something really fucking horrific, and then upon coming back and recovering physically as much as they could, they went right back to agent work

tearing themself apart and hurting themself even more to try and fit back into a role they can no longer fill the way they used to, pretending they aren't in constant physical and emotional pain just trying to catch up with who they were just a few weeks ago, and now they're struggling to meet their own baseline

thinking they just had to train even harder, push themself even further, thinking they're a failure because they let themself get hurt, and now can't fit into the puzzle anymore

but also i keep listening to that song because it's a fucking bop and i'm OBSESSED with the way mafumafu tuned len lmao

oh also flashing warning for the video jic

[bubaboos]

🥀

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

What would the prime tails think about modern tails?

Interesting...

Well, anon, I'll be real with you. From what I've gathered thus far, Modern Tails' characterization is inconsistent at best, so I think it would depend upon which game Prime!Tails gets to know Modern Tails from.

For example, I think if we look at Sonic Adventure Tails, given the fact that Prime does incorporate games canon into its timeline (despite the confirmation that it DOES take place within the games timeline, with the inconsistencies that also poses with timeline stuff and characterization I think it's more helpful to analyze what games canon it clearly pulls from to form its own canon) Prime!Tails would see himself in this version of Modern Tails. Sonic Adventure Era version of Modern Tails strikes me as a plausible younger version of Prime!Tails if you only look at Prime itself and don't consider that Prime is meant to fit within games canon.

Likewise, if Prime Tails looked from SA era Tails, to Sonic Boom Tails, to Sonic Lost World Tails, to Sonic Forces Tails, and then to Sonic Frontiers Tails, I think the inconsistencies in characterization would also probably confuse him a bit (basically, "if these are all 'modern Tails' why are they so different in how they act or how independent they are?"). I think Prime!Tails can absolutely understand any given version of Modern!Tails' wish to be able to be as strong as Sonic and stand on his own. I get the vibe from Prime!Tails (especially compared to Nine) that he is a valued part of the team and can pull his own weight fighting, but that he isn't as effective as Sonic on his own (unlike Nine, who had to both learn to be effective in combat AND in strategic planning). So, to me, Prime!Tails is in sort of this in between phase. He can keep up with Sonic, he can fight on the front lines with others, he can sit back and play strategist or give advice, and he builds tools and fixes the Tornado, but (either perhaps from settling into his current role for so long or from coming this far only to stagnate) he isn't quite to the level of hero who can work alone and at Sonic's side effectively. In this way, I think he can understand how SA1/SA2 era and Sonic Frontiers Era Tails feel.

So...I guess my verdict is this. Prime!Tails would be simultaneously confused by the inconsistencies in characterization, but I think he'd actively try to sympathize with the versions of Modern Tails (either by relating to them with his past or his present as well as he can). With that being said, though, we unfortunately didn't get to see much of Prime!Tails in Sonic Prime Canon, so I think I could have a more solid answer if we perhaps knew more about him.

[babybluesquid]

Consequences of Karrnath Drabble 3

A Letter of Encompassing Love

18 Nymm 999 YK

My brilliant bonfire, Nux,

It took me many attempts to put this down to writing. I find it hard to write, as I’ve written nearly nothing in a long time. In fact, I found it necessary to enlist Vakaris to scribe for me, in order to make it legible. I will work on my own writing more, so that my next letter to you might be in my own hand. I hope the Orien courier finds you soon, as I only have a vague idea of where to send this.

I must confess that I have wanted to go to the Mror Holds myself, to find you and help you with your battle. But I know you would hate me for it. This is your own fight, not mine. It makes me worried that I cannot be there to keep you safe. Not because you are incapable, but because I love you and I want to aid you. If you invite me, I will leave everything behind to be by your side. If you want me to, I will help you remove this pact, just as I aided you in the past. But if you still want to find your own path, I will allow you to. I cannot promise I will not fear for you, in that case, so please tell me of the War Below to relieve some small part of my anxieties.

In exchange, I shall tell you of my own circumstances.

With the money the king granted me, Vaeren and I were able to open up a shop, Bone Brew, in the Commerce Ward. The building is built of strong black stone, and has living spaces on the second floor. We’re currently using the main floor to sell tea as we wait for our first brew of ale. Vaeren thinks that perhaps we need to change our business model, that we’ll likely not make a profit off our initial plan. Truly, it was more a fantasy than a plan, and now we dwell in reality.

The people of the city seem split on my presence. As my identity as an undead was already thoroughly revealed, I saw no possibility of concealing it once again, and so I walk openly. Many seem distrustful of me, and I cannot blame them for this. Even the Crimson Covenant keep themselves sequestered away from public view, and so I am uniquely visible.

Still, some others, especially secret Seekers, have expressed appreciation of me and my efforts. I have made no effort to publicize my defeat of the Shadow Sword, and yet the news has still somehow slipped out. Most believe it a ridiculous rumor. I say let them believe what they may, I do not want followers.

Also, beyond simple mistrust and derision, I have encountered hostility. Just one month ago, I was attacked within the Bone Brew by a Tairnidal named Jhalira. They came in vengeance for the Valas Tairn that are dead because of me. Fortunately, I was able to defeat them without killing them, and I let them go free. I’m sure you just scoffed at the idea, and if you were here you would’ve told me that I ought to have dealt the killing blow, or at least turned them over to the wolves. I understand your opinion, it would certainly be the easier path, but I do not think it would be effective. If I killed them, another would come to avenge Jhalira, and then the warrior after them, and I would never be free from Tairnidal vengeance. If I turned them over to the wolves, they would stew in their anger while in confinement. I had to let Jhalira loose, a deliberate act of mercy meant to allow them to determine their own path. My hope is that they will take the opportunity.

There are also still Red Watchers within the city, though the lions are set to rooting them out. I have been ambushed in the streets by those terrorists and their sympathizers on two occasions. On the first, I was within the Low District, and The Wall came to my aid midway through the battle. A dozen Red Watchers were apprehended in the aftermath. On the second occasion, I was alone, beset by twenty-some assailants, and I had to flee. It is frustrating, to be so strong and yet to still be vulnerable against numbered foes.

Vaeren and I have thus continued training, in order to keep our skills sharp and continue to grow in strength. I had hoped to never fight again, but that was also fantasy. Though stabilized for now, following the scattering of the Red Watchers and the decimation of the Ministry of Dead, Karrnath remains a dangerous place with many rogue elements. Especially now, these forces feel backed against a wall, and that makes them all the more unpredictable and deadly. The king has thus far kept his promise not to call on me again, but I am sure he will not ignore me as an asset if his power begins to wane again.

You must be wondering why I chose to remain in Karrnath, and in fact in Korth, so close to Kaius, then. It is a matter of pride, I must admit. Karrnath is my home, and I wish to see matters here improve. Even if I am not actively fighting, I hope my presence can be a positive and stabilizing force. I have been offering my magic, especially my healing, to those in need of it. Also, there is some pragmatism in it. I stay near Kaius, and I shall be in a better position to hear of events which might affect me and my community.

That is the most important reason of all, community. My brothers by blood and by allegiance have chosen to remain in Korth as well. Continuing to see and speak with Andrev, Seven, and Vakaris brings me joy. Andrev has a simpler perspective on the world than I, yet this simplicity leads to honest judgments unmarred by anxiety or prejudice. Seven, despite being forged and part of a strange religion, is the one I can relate most to. And Vakaris, my lost brother, has begun to rekindle that bond of sibling affection which we had lost when I went to war and died. For too long, I had no companionship in this world, and now I have those whom I truly love. I would not leave them, especially not now. Andrev and Vakaris have become close confidants, and they have both expressed romantic affection toward the other. Perhaps they will decide to build this relationship further, and then wish to be joined. I would love to perform the ceremony, if they would allow me. Having these beloved people living so near me allows me to face my grief and step past it.

I have been confronting my emotions more, lately. Andrev encouraged me to go to House Jorasco as he did, but I do not trust some house shrink to go through my thoughts and keep them a secret, even with their oaths of secrecy. Instead, I have been writing, in my scrawl of a hand, and I have been having honest discussions with Vaeren, Andrev, Seven, and Vakaris. I’m telling you this because I know I hurt you in the past, with my stubbornness, anger, and paternalism. I hurt Vaeren too, I know, and Syv. I have truly been an overbearing and damaging force in your lives as I attempted to change you.

I apologize.

I cannot excuse my behavior, but I can work to improve myself. I want to be a kinder, more gentle person. I want to be a stronger person. I want to inspire, not through coercion, but through uplifting others. It has been difficult to confront my shortcomings, and I often fall back into bad habits, but I have true confidants who inform me on my progress and advise continued improvement. I am so glad to have them.

It has not been easy for me to quit adventuring. I keep expecting threats around every corner, and I am unfortunately not always incorrect. I have few skills, other than my capacity for violence. I am trying to learn how to be a person, a real person, like I was before Almante ever went off to war. She used to write, not just letters or journals, but prose, poetry, and philosophy. I have no idea where to start with writing again, but I have started to read. I am currently reading the Analects of War. It seems I am not yet able to leave violence behind.

Sometimes I still think about what I am. I do not know for sure, and that can be frightening. However, I do not think I actually need to know right now. It is enough to just be a person, not a soldier, or a martyr, or a Bone Lord, or an infant god. I have been something for so long but now I just want to be.

I’ve been recalling our time spent together, from the beginning to our parting. You have grown so much since you were a scared but audacious kid who stole my helmet right off my head. I am filled with incredible pride when I remember when you stood in defiance against the formidable Great Icefang, when you reached into my mind to save me from the Bone King, and even when you made your pact with the Killing Cold because you did it to keep us all safe. You burn strong and with brilliant confidence. Your mind is sharp, your tongue is sharper, and I have no doubt that you will defeat all those demonic abominations you have gone to slay. You are also kind, humorous, and lovable, and I have no doubt that you will find new companions in the Mror to fight alongside you, new companions that you’ll protect and who will protect you in turn.

My light, I hope always for your safety. Come home to me soon.

Your boney bastard,

Dagne

[estevnys]

DAREBLYTHE OTP MEME from here

behold.... my babies. blythe's portrait is from the amazingly talented @quickhacked :)

[alexanderwales]

I'm a big fan of wizards-as-programmers, but I think it's so much better when you lean into programming tropes.

A spell the wizard uses to light the group's campfire has an error somewhere in its depths, and sometimes it doesn't work at all. The wizard spends a lot of his time trying to track down the exact conditions that cause the failure.

The wizard is attempting to create a new spell that marries two older spells together, but while they were both written within the context of Zephyrus the Starweaver's foundational work, they each used a slightly different version, and untangling the collisions make a short project take months of work.

The wizard has grown too comfortable reusing old spells, and in particular, his teleportation spell keeps finding its components rearranged and remixed, its parts copied into a dozen different places in the spellbook. This is overall not actually a problem per se, but the party's rogue grows a bit concerned when the wizard's "drying spell" seems to just be a special case of teleportation where you teleport five feet to the left and leave the wetness behind.

A wizard is constantly fiddling with his spells, making minor tweaks and changes, getting them easier to cast, with better effects, adding bells and whistles. The "shelter for the night" spell includes a tea kettle that brings itself to a boil at dawn, which the wizard is inordinately pleased with. He reports on efficiency improvements to the indifference of anyone listening.

A different wizard immediately forgets all details of his spells after he's written them. He could not begin to tell you how any of it works, at least not without sitting down for a few hours or days to figure out how he set things up. The point is that it works, and once it does, the wizard can safely stop thinking about it.

Wizards enjoy each other's company, but you must be circumspect about spellwork. Having another wizard look through your spellbook makes you aware of every minor flaw, and you might not be able to answer questions about why a spell was written in a certain way, if you remember at all.

Wizards all have their own preferences as far as which scripts they write in, the formatting of their spellbook, its dimensions and material quality, and of course which famous wizards they've taken the most foundational knowledge from. The enlightened view is that all approaches have their strengths and weaknesses, but this has never stopped anyone from getting into a protracted argument.

Sometimes a wizard will sit down with an ancient tome attempting to find answers to a complicated problem, and finally find someone from across time who was trying to do the same thing, only for the final note to be "nevermind, fixed it".

[homunculus-argument]

Fantasy worldbuilding: the other races consider humans deceitful and scheming to the core, and there is one example of human behavior that they name each time they warn their young: Humans poison trap their own food storages. Anyone who has been to human residences has seen it, somehow they all do it - to deter thieves, naturally, though some think it is also to avoid suspicion when poisoning a guest or visitor.

Only members of one's own household would know which meats have been rubbed with poisonous plants, and which bulbs grown in the garden will kill you. And they're all stored right next to the proper edible food! And the humans never mistakenly poison themselves this way, they are far too cunning to fall into their own traps.

If you ask a human about this, they will be baffled and insist they've never heard of this custom in their lives. While they may suppose that some other human cultures might do something so wicked, each one reassures asking visitors that their people do not do anything like that. And the truth is, they really don't. Not on purpose, at least.

It's just that humans are the only ones immune to garlic, mint, and many other plants and herbs that are poison to all the other races.

[mechachimera]

almost 10 years of clausten and nesscas when did I GET here

[psychopomparia]

respectfully...i need people to stop equating a character to being x's partner....like stop reducing the character to being the latchkey to the other character all the time...they do not think about them that often, don't ignore their plot or growth to just "oh but x character" especially if its to justify a ship...