#wow it was scary though

[pawthorn]

I’ve never had my DnD character’s backstory come for me and at last night’s session it DID.

The party, spending the night in an abandoned farmhouse after a fight, in the dark with a thunderstorm outside.

My character, keeping watch by the light of the burning barn their sorcerer set ablaze during the fight.

Seeing three figures on horses. Realizing they were wearing knight’s armor like hers, thinking for a moment they were allies, then realizing she had seen them before. Literal ghosts from her past.

Hearing the hoofbeats. seeing the figures, closer with every flash of lightning.

Waking the party, panicked, not sure what to tell them, not sure what to do because they cannot fight these things.

Telling the party to go for the horses.

Standing in the dark in the pouring rain, watching the black for any sign.

Hearing the hoofbeats thunder closer.

Running to the party, riding away together.

Another party member, the paladin, rolling a natural 20 on perception to look for danger.

Sees nothing. Hears nothing.

My character finds a hoofprint in the mud, concludes that the undead horsemen rode ahead, it’s safe to go back to the farmhouse.

The rest of the party can see the hoofprint, but it’s just a hoofprint.

No one else heard or saw anything else.

Telling the party a jumbled story of undead and possession.

Trying to sleep, soaked and shaking and staring at the lone candle my character will not allow to be snuffed.

And the session ended.

[astronnova]

danny phantom cast explorations and thoughts :v

[feroluce]

Made a FANTASTIC discovery today regarding the meaning behind Boothill's fourth eidolon, I'm so happy!!! Most of it is just cowboy references, like

Eidolon 1: Dusty Trail's Lone Star- cowboy lingo, the Lone Star of Texas

Eidolon 2: Milestonemonger- more cowboy lingo, someone who roams and wanders

Eidolon 3: Marble Orchard's Guard- yet more cowboy lingo, a term for a graveyard (a fave of mine, because for me it evokes the image of a Church Grim <333)

Eidolon 4: Cold Cuts Chef- ????

Google didn't really provide much on Eidolon 4 like for the first three. Before today I had assumed it was just another movie reference of some sort, since Boothill is like entirely based on/inspired by old Western films.

"Cold cuts" are basically lunch meat/deli meat. It's precooked meat that doesn't need any kind of preparation- you can literally just eat it cold. Since it didn't seem to be a movie reference, I thought oh, maybe it's a nod to his lifestyle? Boothill is unhoused and lives on the run from the IPC with little rest, he doesn't really have the means to cook. Precooked, easy food like that would be a godsend for someone in his circumstances.

Anyway the original Chinese text gives it an entirely different, MUCH wilder meaning fjadskljfkld

love how they chose "celebrity chef" to show his expertise and/or fame in this fjkdlsja

Because no, "cold cuts" isn't cowboy lingo for anything, but cold meat specifically is.

It's how you refer to a corpse.

"Cold Cuts Chef" is not a title talking about his cooking ability, or his life's circumstances, or anything as mundane as that, IT'S ABOUT THE FACT THAT BOOTHILL SPECIALIZES IN DEALING DEATH, THIS MAN IS EXTREMELY SKILLED, AND GOOD AT WHAT HE DOES, AND WHAT HE DOES IS MURDER!!!!!

[cerealforkart]

Dungeons and Daddies the Manga Lesson 50: Larry the Capable Guy

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[skunkes]

longlegs fucking sucked 😭

[hplonesomeart]

Hehe this man is broken and severely emotionally distressed. Silly lovable guy but given self esteem issues because of the crushing weight of perfectionism. Not so funny if you think about it too long. But at least on the upside he cries pretty :))

No but seriously for all those who relate to Mr. Puzzles just want you to know your accomplishments alone do not define your value and worth as a person. Even when you’re a messy work in progress, you are loved and appreciated more than you may recognize. Thank you for being here. Don’t get me wrong it’s good to be idealistic and set goals, but don’t undermine yourself if you don’t get that perfect score….or if you start to fall behind compared to everyone else. Everyone goes through those moments of doubt or perceived failure. We need to fail every once in a while. And that’s okay

…a-anyways funny goofy dramatic TV guy we love him so much so silly so slay he lives in my head rent free yipeee. This animation is dedicated to him because if anyone in the cast deserved a feature length film it was definitely him, and he sure took up the spotlight in Puzzlevison and absolutely owned it. I’m excited for his future endeavors ✨

[puppyeared]

AND I MET THE CHANGE GOD TOO. OKAY. COOL OKAY

[creaturefeaster]

I've been meaning to ask but I've been forgetting

Who is this? Is it supposed to be centipede orr is it a mime in puppet form?? If so, who?

That's a really old mime in puppet that, in the original comic, was waiting at the door when his mother opened it up. She got eaten a panel later, though I don't have those pics on hand right now.

It wasn't a fleshed out character, just a one-off mime grunt with no name. There were a lot of those in the old version of the story.

[nafohcnis]

chubby paprika i drew, i wasnt really thinking anything when i drew the first one i was just thinking about how cute she is.

[bonefall]

Would Midnight be patient with my fellow discalculia girlies... I love her but am So So Pathologically Bad at math

Midnight teaches advanced algebra to cats, you'll be fine. She'll conjure up a fractal for you, color each part of the equation, show how each part interacts and what it looks like when you change it

She'll take you out to the beach and explain the wind and the tide, compare them to each axis on the formula she showed you, and modify one factor. The wind dies down and the sea becomes as smooth as glass.

"Smoothness for the-waves you-see?" She waits for you to nod, never rushing you along, even the most casual questions are genuine, "Excellent! For this is example of maths I-teach. Nature it-will-happen. Simpleness it-being. You-will-understand."

[themissingnumbers]

[@blue-tearss - previously, yet again.]

WARNING: At this point this entire thing is getting pretty intense in general. Warning for descriptions and illustrations of gore (specifically face and eye trauma), and a general emphasis on horror.

As the knife comes down upon him, Red does not fight back.

Red takes it.

Each swing. Each cut. Each slash.

over and over and over and over and over and

Biting pain.

The burn of an old blade.

It stings. Gods, it stings.

But to hurt is to be alive. To bleed is to be real.

He's something that is living.

Even if 'something' is not human.

Even though he's not sure what it could be anymore.

So he lets the knife glide through his skin.

Lets himself be flayed and mangled and marred.

Lets the blood flow from his wounds, and from his throat.

Because he knows it, sees it, tastes it in Blue's code.

How familiar this dying face is to him.

It makes it all the more hilarious.

Red's face, shoulders, and chest are a sanguine mess of ragged lacerations, staining the front of his shirt with the hue of a dark, dull purple, colored like rotten blood from a lifeless body. Even through the blue dye in the air, he refuses to be colored like everything else- colors of the Missing One prevailing, even with the lack of the man's typical palette corruption.

As if in tandem with the sudden absence of those horrible flickering bars that typically crawl across Red's skin and hair, Glitch City... calms. The mass eating at Blue relents when his assault ends. There's a distinct heaviness to the air, though. Each piece of the world that craved to rip and tear and consume, now twitching, bubbling, boiling underneath them. A dreadful kind of suspense.

A predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

It is waiting.

Red runs a hand down his face, over flesh marred beyond recognition, fingers tracing the dips and exposed muscle even though it burns more and more under the contact.

A single in-tact eye burns into the other.

Somehow, he still.

fucking.

SMILES.

"Y'know, I never thought I'd end up on the receiving end," he croaks, voice half-drowned by the blood that flows freely into his mouth.

"I'd always wondered what the motherfucker upstairs had been through. Thanks for giving me something educational to take from this, pal."

He spits his words at the other, underlined by the awful wet noises of viscera catching in his throat.

He steps forward, aiming to meet the other in the middle. Blue can see him trembling, shaky, unsteady on his feet- it hurts, oh Gods it hurts. It hurts more than he can describe. This pain is unfamiliar. Even if he welcomes the lack of numbness, it still hurts. It hurts. Each step he takes is more and more akin to a shambling corpse, a zombie freshly risen and struggling to hold itself upright. It hurts. It hurts.

"It's a little funny how you say you're not desperate while tryna hack me to pieces, y'know," he continues, voice growing all the raspier.

Frankly, he should be impossible to understand at this point. But there's something supplemental under his gargled mutterings- whispers on whispers from every side, quiet, but just loud enough to make each and every word clear.

"Whaddya think, that I'm stupid, or are you just in denial that badly...? I mean, when I get bored, I don't go out of my way to slaughter some doppelganger of the guy I hate most, in th' boring ol' way I did it every time before... Where's the fun in doin' something different if ya go about it the exact same, huh? You're BORED, but you aren't lookin' to change a single fuckin' thing, just attacking some pooooor defenselesss motherfucker that ya don't even know anything 'bout, don't got any grudges t' hold against...

But heyyy, heheh, it's allll in a place where your actions don't matter, cus it ain't even yyour world, must be sooo much easier, no aftermath t' worry about, that must be what yyYOU think, hhahaha..."

As he goes on, each word is more drawn out, quieter and quieter and weaker and weaker, yet biting with a sharpness that stabs deeper than Blue's blade. He babbles and slurs as if drunk- probably going delirious from the blood loss.

But he keeps chuckling, low, soft, and quiet. Barely a giggle under his breath...

Until it begins to crescendo.

Laughter slowly rising, Red tilts his head back, until he's thrown himself into a loud fit of cackling, RIGHT in the other's face, 'til he's wheezing, barely able to BREATHE through his manic laughter, 'til he looks like he could fall backwards if he doesn't catch his breath.

Suddenly, he snaps his head forward- and there IS an audible snap, like bones loudly clicking into place in a single grotesque movement- bringing himself eye to eye with the other. Sickly dull purples flicker into that distinct violent RED with a flare of corruption, cutting through everything with a vivid, bloody color.

"This place is HELL," he snarls, suddenly speaking clear as day, the amusement still glimmering in his one good eye, "but you fail to understand something important; this is MY Hell. And 'infested?' Does not even BEGIN to describe it."

His hand surges forward, grabbing Blue's knife-wielding hand by the wrist. His nails dig in, his fist closes around Blue's, forcing the other to tighten his grip on the handle. Red blood, running down his arm and to his hand in a deluge, mixes with blue, running and swirling together like mismatched paints dropped into a sick palette.

"What happened to MY Blue? You're asking the wrong question. Didn't anyone tell you to do your research before traveling, buddy? You should be asking what happened to ME. Because BLUE is free. BLUE is exactly where he is supposed to be. Far, far away from HERE. Living. Breathing. S A F E. I wouldn't wish him here for ANYTHING- shit, I wouldn't wish this on ANYONE. In fact, I genuinely feel fucking BAD that YOU managed to stumble into this shithole, y'know? You're tryin' awful hard to kill my pity, but I really am giving you the benefit of the doubt for how STUPID you're acting."

His hold on Blue's hand strengthens. With a harsh pull, and a grip threatening to either draw blood or break bone, he wrenches the other's fist down-

Forcing him to point the blade directly at his stomach.

He leaves the tip of the knife digging through his shirt and poking his flesh, only just gently enough to avoid breaking skin.

"But lookie here, yeah? Check THIS out, hahaha! If you're ACTUALLY as bored as you say, you must REALLY wanna see something new, right? If you wanna keep using me as your new punching-bag motherfucking PLAYTHING... Start HERE, would you? I bet you'll LOVE what happens next."

In a staggered motion, he releases Blue's hand where he left it. Knife still pointed forward, straight at Red's guts, but now with the freedom to let the other decide his next move.

"Still, though... Hey, let me be CIVIL and give you some actual advice," he continues, and he's heaving again, struggling with every breath, excess blood spilling from between his teeth. The surge of strength falters, and he slumps forward, putting one hand over his chest, gripping his shirt until his knuckles go white. His other hand lingers, the one he'd grabbed Blue with, shaking worse and worse with each passing moment. Red feels sick, his heart and a dozen other horrific things brewing inside of him pounding faster and faster against his ribs, restless and angry, ready to explode out of that cage of bone, simmering just below the surface. It's a nauseating feeling that's synchronized with the greater behavior of Glitch City, all while he struggles to stay awake and keep his mind clear.

"If you have ANY sense of self preservation still about you..." he drawls with an uneasy laugh, eye unfocused as he tries to stare at Blue, "then I suggest y'put that fucking thing away and start looking for an exit before shit gets REALLY ugly. But whatever ya do next, well... it's up to you...!"

Even with his lips tattered, torn off his face, Blue can feel how Red's grin widens.

"Just don't say I never warned you."

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[the-algebra-thing]

bro that shot of inumaki with his arms off is CRAZY lmfao it's the funniest shit I ever seen. literally the entire rest of the show he's shuffling around in a baggy ass shirt or lolloping across the screen and falling on the ground with panda for the give it back ending in a big old overcoat or waving a megaphone and a peace sign around or spectating maki matches in his stupid stupid clunky keith kogane core boots. and I suppose this is all to contrast and thus heighten the impact of the tongue tattoo shit but genuinely I forgot. he is just a silly little nerd to me. and they were like hm I think we maybe went a little too hard on the silly little nerd thang let's kick everybody awake again ! quick before the season ends stick in a black bg pan up shirtless shot! make sure to draw in all his ribs and give him the sluttiest waist you've ever seen! I'm losing it guys it's so funny to me

[soubiapologist]

i want to talk about the way splash art is utilized in loveless and the like. idk, for lack of a better term "eroticization" of ritsuka in them because i think it's really interesting. my close friend who i'm reading alongside noted that the difference between the images in the actual text and the images in the splash art were notably different in framing, whereas the art in the actual story tends to be extremely tame for the subject matter being portrayed though it's more...... More in the beginning few volumes before yun kouga was fully enmeshed with the characters and universe so i think some waffling on tone is acceptable to some degree, but in contrast to the contextless splash pages which are definitely..... framed in a certain way.

one of the things i find so interesting is that this exists nowhere else that i have found in yun kouga's oeuvre. it's not part of her typical style, and i also think it's very interesting that it's only ritsuka who is drawn like this. like all of the characters get stupid outfits to some degree and i think part of it is that yun kouga is interested in bondage as like. High Fashion (TM) and her blorbos just happen to be 12 in this case and not thinking TOO hard about it, but ritsuka is the only one who is really engulfed in that framing, the character for the threat of CSA hangs over them the most (and is upon indeed sometimes enacted) is portrayed in this almost lolita-esque fashion, demure, exposed.... innocent and encroached, all at once. there are plenty of lolita (book) covers that indulge in this as well.

what is the intention of splash art? promotional value, sure, but also, it places the contents of the work in a quick, easily recognizable context-- a romcom might have a picture of the characters doing something silly or wholesome or bickering, an action manga might have an excerpt from an action setpiece, an ecchi manga might have the character prone and blushing or winking towards the camera.... what is it that loveless's splash art is invoking?

something interesting about the framing is that ritsuka is never presented to the observer quite as a full object, not entirely-- he will scowl at the camera and look angsty, but not blush submissively, he will exist pensively in these accoutrements but he doesn't indulge the viewer to linger for any reason other to examine the garments and the way he is dressed, or rather the way he has been intentionally dressed, his pose, and the way he is posed does not draw the eye to any particular area of the body; the image begs you to examine its parts and when there is nothing to find it asks you to examine its whole. the full image of ritsuka, a child, laid out for you to observe and consume, but what is it exactly that you are consuming? in my opinion, one is consuming the context. one is consuming the idea that they are going to be made uncomfortable by these subjects and accepting that.

[the-enchanted-mistakes]

Eh, I guess you aren't too wrong with leaders and those who follow. But you must know it's not a rule. It's not a static law. Nature is wild. It follows no pattern.

You have mutuals right? Friends you met, that demand nothing from you and you don't demand anything from them. You just spend time together. No one commands the other. You hang out with James at your book club. You seem like good buddies with Chimer. And so on.

Do you think they have someone who "leads" them? The lead themselves if anything. Their own dreams, wishes and intent. You can do so to.

Misc.

You don't need a master. You are your own. Always. Always have been. You hold your own fate.

[sweetandglovelyart]

Tumblr Mobile wouldn’t let me upload videos directly so I uploaded this to YouTube instead and am sharing the link here. I’ve been putting together voice headcanon videos for various Kirby characters. This is part one, which has my voice headcanons for Captain Vul, Bandana Dee, Sailor Dee, and Nightmare. I’m also including explanations for why I chose the voices that I did under the cut.

Clancy Brown as Captain Vul: Clancy Brown is the voice of Mr. Krabs in SpongeBob. I feel like that’s all of the explanation that this choice requires lmao, Vul reminds me a lot of Mr. Krabs.

Nancy Cartwright as Bandana Dee and Yeardley Smith as Sailor Dee: I headcanon Bandana and Sailor Dee as being siblings, and since Cartwright and Smith happen to voice a pair of siblings (Bart and Lisa Simpson) I thought that their voices were fitting. I could also see their voices working for Waddle Dees in general and not just for Bandana and Sailor.

Ricardo Montalban as Nightmare: Ricardo Montalban passed away in 2009 but I really like his voice for Nightmare so I still included him here. I wanted to make Nightmare actually sound intimidating and wanted to give him a Spanish accent since I have a headcanon that he raised Meta Knight/Meta Knight speaks with a Spanish accent from growing up hearing Nightmare speak with one. Montalban was famous for playing the villain Khan in Star Trek (if you’re not into Star Trek you may also recognize him as the grandpa in the Spy Kids movies) and he was really good in that villain role, so I felt like he’d be a fitting choice.