#this mad me laugh so hard

[kezibun]

Maybe the real notions were the madman we made along the way

XDDDDDDD

[seldomsee]

the chokehold that one bathroom conversation has on me is unreal. Odile i love you

[your-local-granny]

okay before i forget. i've been trying to put my finger on why people saying phoenix and maya are 'sibling-coded' pisses me off so much and I think a big part of it is how important mia is to both their introduction and also the foundation of their relationship and how calling phoenix and maya 'siblings/sibling-coded' waters down all of their relationships

phoenix wishing that maya was mia is a very big part of maya's arc as well as a big sticking point in phoenix and maya's relationship. phoenix spends the majority of turnabout sisters wishing that 'the chief' was there and when maya fails to channel her he shows outward disappointment. this is something that maya obviously picks up on and internalizes as we see throughout the rest of the games. most notably maya shows remarkably little self-preservation, throwing herself at von Karma's taser and in contempt of court to help edgeworth (and by extent, phoenix). she openly admits to feeling useless when she can't channel mia and phoenix never refutes this out loud until he of course presents the bullet to her showing that she wasn't useless. phoenix is notably bad at expressing his thoughts/ and feelings so its honestly debatable whether this gets through to maya but thats neither here nor there

on the other side of it, maya wishes that phoenix would be the caring adult figure that she was missing for most of her life (and especially after mia dies) and phoenix does not do a great job of being that figure. he likes her sure, and they're good friends, but he's definitely not nurturing or sensitive whenever maya is in distress. at the end of turnabout sisters when mia tells maya to "take care of phoenix" for her, maya starts calling him nick (because that's what mia said phoenix's friend calls him) and their dynamic for the most part is solidified. maya is not able to find mia in phoenix and accepts him as his own person and a part of her life as a friend.

phoenix has a more complicated journey with viewing maya as her own person partially because of the whole spirit-channeling thing, and partially because maya is younger than both the chief and himself. phoenix is constantly looking to a mentor for guidance and feels out of his depth for most of the cases in the trilogy. he frequently wishes that mia could be there, and is shown to value maya's ideas less, or at the least question them more at face-value. nevertheless, by the second game phoenix relies on maya greatly as shown with how he copes (or fails to cope) with her absence in rfta and 2-4, and 3-5. phoenix views her as both an integral part of his life and support structure, but also views her as someone he has to put on a brave face for, much like pearls. maya is phoenix's young friend that he leans on and wishes to protect.

maya's love for her sister is a core theme that spans the entire trilogy and culminates in maya almost dying in 3-5. phoenix's love for mia is a constant driving force that pushes him past what he believed himself capable of, and encourages him to trust those who become those closest to him. phoenix and maya's relationship is colored by their own relationships to mia, and how they view each others relationship with mia. they both represent a part of her that they never knew as well as a part of her they can keep loving in her place after she is gone, but most importantly, neither of them will ever be mia. no one else can be maya's big sister and no one else can be phoenix's mentor. they meet each other as two strangers set adrift by the same lost mooring, and though they'll never be secure in the way they were before meeting each other, they have a friend to help keep themselves afloat.

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

running list of dumb things we've called Strahd:

DJ Skrahd

Strahn Von Jovi

Strahbadict Cumberbatch

Strahd Blah's Law Blog

Strahdberries and Cream

Stramallamadingdong

The Curds of Strahd

A Wasted Opportunity For Queer Representation

Stramboli

Strahmballina

[madschiavelique]

more silly twitter posts (with me allowing viktor to be freaky on his alt account, provided he has now blocked reader out of panic)

[23victoria]

max and kelly are my sam and aaron taylor johnson

well….yes!

[dootznbootz]

[skunkes]

had to babysit nephews for 4 hours and at the end i had them saying Yay and Yippee and things of this nature

[specific-dreamer]

the outsiders as quotes from me and friends

fair warning we are all black girls at an hbcu with no filter

~~

Bob: she told me to pick a planet, i picked the sun :)

Cherry: and i’m gon’ hold your hand when i say this

~~

Bob: do you expect your sneaky link to take you out on valentine’s ?

Beverly: no! he’s for the 15th

~~

Soda during a school project whilst at his wits end: Malcolm X shot MLK

Darry: well no

~~

Pony and johnny in spanish class

Pony: Solo creer en me

Johnny: …What’s creer i thought that was a gender?

~~

Steve when he found out Evie’s 25% white: I was expecting like slavery r-worded white like every other black person but consensual white?

[javierduffy]

more sketchbook things

[hiimmirka]

[dumbassalex]

In middle of Batman & the Mad Monk after reading Batman & The Monster Men....justice for Julia Madison, you could've been a great character, instead you're anoying and stuck between being horny but angry about Bruce or worried about your father. Neither deserving the patience you have with them.

[schmorpthe]

One of my favourite things in Splatoon is seeing people's funny names. Even better if it's coordinated well with their title.

It makes me wonder how many funny names I have missed because I am a pleb who only speaks/reads English. It keeps me up at night.

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

Didn't expect to do this, but. Excerpt from a longer piece I'm working on from my Curse of Strahd campaign, because I was reading over it while trying to find something to work on in the midst of all of this awful shit and got slapped with some very on the nose feelings. Call it my WIP Wednesday, lol.

“But honestly, who is going to blame me for indulging in a little bit of absurdity right now? This whole situation is mad.” “Is it?” Now Ireena turns to face her, brows furrowed in genuine confusion. “How so?” This, from Ireena, is a real question, and not a sarcastic quip at Wyn's expense, so she takes a breath to quell the sudden scorch of fire in her chest and turns her attention back to her sketch.  “Where would you have me start?” she asks, very lightly. “The night that we spent safe among a full caravan of people on a well-traveled trade road, only to wake up in the middle of unfamiliar woods, alone, with necromantic mists chasing our every step? The haunted manor house so full to the brim with moral transgressions that it tried to eat us one floor at a time, and very nearly succeeded? Or perhaps the fact that less than two hours ago, we were sat down at the table of a woman who claims to see the future and told that, despite our inexperience and our incompetence and the fact that we have not so much as a whit of real skill between us, we are apparently meant to be this land’s saviors?” In truth, savior hadn’t been the word that Madam Eva had used. She had been more delicate, less certain; she had used words like ‘might,’ like ‘maybe.’ But she had still held out beseeching hands across her card-strewn table and told them that they carried hope on their shoulders, that she looked to them for the cure to the curse on Barovia’s stricken land. She had still said that they were what she had been waiting for.  The whole thing had been so absurd that Wyn still feels a little glow of pride when she remembers that she hadn’t laughed. Beside her, Ireena nods, slowly.  “I see,” she says, and she probably does, but Wyn can tell by her expression that she also thinks that Wyn is overreacting. The thought is nearly enough to spin up the grease fire burning in her gut again, almost enough to bait the howling animal — but then Wyn takes another breath, and sighs, and shrugs. “I expect that you’re the only one who does,” she says, smiling like there isn't a part of her that wants to start screaming instead. “But, as near as I can tell, I have two options: I can either wallow in the knowledge that this is our death sentence, and spend a very productive evening being a font of wretched despair and grim portent, or —” She makes a flourishing gesture down to the sketch in her lap. “— I can paint a beard onto the wizard. Considering that I expect to spend no small amount of time on the former, I’ve decided to indulge the latter while I have the energy.”

[whatisamildopinion]

Girl, you need to be promoting your Aasimar!Riz fic!!! This last chapter with Kalina was amazing! The chapter before with Garthy was just as amazing!!!

ANFHDJDJISBDBDBJDVWGCRHE this is too funny. I have been such a slacker on fic posting as a Tumblr writer that my buddies are yelling at me affectionately. hilarious.

Friendly reminder for everyone that I have a fic!! it's fun!!! I am putting all the characters with daddy issues and religious trauma in a jar and shaking them to see what comes out.

Have a snippet from the next chapter because this ask is absolutely too funny. I'm also throwing in a sketchy pen drawing that I did of our boy below the cut. The link to the latest chapter will also be down there. Love you, Mads 💜

---

"I thought the whole point of being here was going to Calethriel Tower,” Tracker says, her voice suddenly tight. 

“That is the point,” he says. “We know Aelwyn is here. We’re betting that Adaine is probably here too. But probability and certainty are very different things. I’d like to at least have some kind of backup location to check if this falls through.”

“Oh,” she says. “That makes… an infuriating amount of sense. Fucking Fallinel.”

“Fucking Fallinel,” he agrees.

“I just assumed… in the name of Galicaea, if we came here for no fucking reason-” She breaks off as her speech dissolves into a wolflike snarl, lips curling up to bare teeth sharpening into fangs. Her eyes flash yellow as she does. 

Riz fully looks up, setting down his maps. “Okay. What’s going on? What did you come here to talk to me about?”

Tracker looks a little embarrassed for a second, before she fully peels back her lips to growl under her breath, a deep, subsonic noise that only Riz would have been able to hear. She runs a hand through her short curls, clenching and unclenching her other fist. “Does Kristen ever…” she starts. “Does she ever, like, really piss you off? Don’t you just want to grab her by the throat and shake her sometimes?”

“At least once a week,” Riz says. “Why? What did she do?”

There he is. My favorite little man. Give him some love

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive been unhealthily fixated on kubosai for the past few weeks, i just have no idea how to put it into words. kuboyasu aren and saiki kusuo are in love btw