#you can’t tell me this wouldn’t be in character

[terrietont]

Yes thank you! As someone who exhibits a lot of these traits with quite a few of these characters, it feels super ableist to me especially because women with different personalities and traits that seem too “weird” often get bullied a lot, especially teenage girls! But you never hear any of this “EvERy PriNcess The SamE” about male characters that are “quirky!” And it infuriates me! Let women be silly for the love of fuck!

Plus if that’s all people see about the characters, they obviously haven’t even paid attention to what said characters are doing! They’re more than just “quirky” many of them are harboring trauma and anxiety and there’s only so many ways one copes with those things. Sometimes it’s being spontaneous, sometimes it’s sleeping a lot. Women are more than their appearance!

I have seen complaints about Moana, in fact recently. People saying she’s “akorable” because she can be silly and she’s also A TEENAGER (at least in movie 1 I haven’t seen the sequel so I can’t judge)

But fucking hell man. People will look at women and judge them immediately.

Just go ahead and tell me you would judge me because I have AuDHD and I often make little jokes and quirky sounds every so often to stim and I’m also clumsy and self conscious. Tell me you would say I’m “doing it for attention” because being myself isn’t normal.

I look up to so many of these characters because I understand so much of their anxieties and trauma and the love of being silly without being judged.

Frozen for example connects with me to this day since my sister and I are so close as friends and I was once the ‘conceal don’t feel’ type and my sister I often say is like Anna. She’s determined, she loves her sister so much, she can be clumsy and silly and also break down from time to time, she has a little bit of a temper but she’s still got so much kindness and respect.

I’m like Elsa in many ways too. I get very bad anxiety, I can be creative when I’ve focused. I prefer being alone a lot of the time but I still want company. I can be silly and joke around and I struggle with crowds and prefer to be in nature.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again.

Despite these characters being conventionally attractive, it’s the fact that they have a personality that many people wouldn’t find “attractive” because they’re clumsy, highly emotional, silly, can make awkward mistakes and often seem airheaded.

I’m so sick of women only being seen as Boobs and Butts and also “Manic pixie dream girls” just for being “not normal” Why do men get to be silly and goofy? But as soon as a woman/non cis gendered man has a personality and flaws it’s considered “too quirky”? Get fucked!

It’s hurtful to see people pinpoint neurodivergent behavior in women as being “quirky uwu” and not women unmasking and being themselves. Being silly is being real to me!

I don’t care if it’s fictional or not, it’s rooted in reality. The way people react to women being not socially acceptable even in fiction happens in real life and it hurts. I can’t be on good terms with someone who looks at these characters and thinks that they’re just “quirky” and not that maybe a ND person could relate to them because she also happens to have a lot of the same traits and trauma.

LET. WOMEN. BE. SILLY.

Not saying all Disney Princesses should have the same personality, but I can’t help but have an itching feeling that a lot of the pushback against “quirky” and “adorkable” princesses is rooted in at least some form of misogyny. I mean, what? Girls can’t be socially awkward? Is that what you’re saying?

[escapisttt]

imp!CATACLYSM!samuel collins is so fine and i’m tired of pretending he’s not. not the creepy dentist part lmfao but like. hnnnghh him the entire cataclysm playlist had me very excited to hear his voice every time. evil sam yummmm. making damien lick his boot like FUCKKK?!?!?? just the way he spoke and his whole aura was SO COOL AND CONFIDENT AND SMOOTH FAWKKKK!!! you can’t tell me erik wasn’t trying to make him all suave (in the sexy evil way) the way he was voicing him, it was clearly intentional.

and don’t even get on me for having the hots for an evil guy omg. ‘but his actions are disgusting’ shut up I KNOW THAT, the head im ab to give him is even more disgusting so what’s your point. if yall were worried about morally corrupt characters there wouldn’t be any porter fans, would there? ain’t saying you also have to like him but i just don’t wanna hear ts cause i know yall are so fucking sensitive lmfao.

[cyberhughes]

— 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ jack hughes

chapter 7: drunk texting you

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*:･✧* 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jack hughes x fem!oc

*:･✧* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, arguing, drunk texting, essentially every just gone to shit!

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: yes this chapter is based off of drunk texting by jhené aiko and chris brown….such a fucking banger i can’t even. first three lines of the song literally describe this scenario to a TEE!!!! this chapter is kinda shorter like literally nothing is resolved but WE ARE JUST SETTING UP FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER GUYS DW!! also holy shit chapter 6 lowkey is on fire thank you everyone for your support <3

series masterlist + character intros

pain surged through naomi’s body. everything felt like it was on fire. heart banging, mind racing and chest heaving as she ran away from the party to her house. she had ignored the calls of her friends, telling her to come back but she couldn’t look back. she couldn’t look back and face those eyes that had just burnt a hole into her heart with hatred.

she let the events replay in her mind over and over again, trying to figure out how it had escalated that quickly. how she hadn’t been able to get a word out before jack started with his accusations. it was as if their years of friendship and trust were reduced to ash. she’d also never forget how even through his harsh words, he still managed to confess his feelings, but it was too late now. those feelings were probably long gone the second he saw her locking lips with another. how the fuck did it get like this? “i thought you wanted me.” why wouldn’t her fight for her if he felt that way? what wouldn’t he let her explain before tearing her down.

she slammed her bedroom door upon arriving home, the sound echoing throughout the house but she didn’t care. she furiously wiped the tears from her eyes, the skin stinging from the constant rubbing. sitting onto her bed, she tucked her knees to her chest and tried to steady her breathing, fiddling with the charm on her bracelet that he had given her for her birthday. she traced around it as her mind swarmed with countless different thoughts.

her head shot up when she heard a soft knock at the door. her mother entered the room, wearing a house robe and hair slightly messy from being asleep. “baby, what’s wrong?” she stepped towards her daughter, sitting beside her and wrapping her arms around her. naomi could feel the tears coming back up and the lump in her throat growing.

“nothing…” she muttered but clearly that wasn’t the case. her mother would never believe that poor excuse of a life for a second. she pursed her lips, debating if she should ask the question. “did…did you and jack break up?” she looked into her daughter’s eyes searching for the reason for her sadness.

naomi laughed at her mom’s question, mentally face palming at the fact that she had lied about them dating. “we were never dating!” she threw her hands in the air, laughs growing stronger. “we lied about it!” she shook her head as the tears started to fall down. her mom’s face shifted to an expression of shock and worry. “mommy i messed it all up…i ruined everything.” her laughter shifted to sobs and her mom pulled her into a tight embrace, letting her get everything out. “shhh…you’re okay baby.” naomi felt the soothing hand of her mother stroking her hair. it was moments like this when she’d wish jack were by her side comforting her. now she was certain he’d never be able to again.

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“get in the fucking car.” quinn shoved his younger brother into the back of the car, “fucking idiot.” he slammed the door shut before jogging back to luke and their friends.

jack could hear the arguing that had ensued outside, everyone worried about where naomi had went. he could hear countless profanities from yasmin’s mouth aimed at him, and rightfully so he thought.

he slumped into the seat, running a hand over his face, still feeling like shit from the alcohol but feeling entirely worse by what he had done. the image of naomi’s red eyes and pouted lips would be forever burned into his brain. he’d never thought that in his whole life, he would be the one to do that to her, to break her heart and tear her down.

he felt both restless and helpless, he had essentially been put in a time out while naomi had run away. he bit his nails, debating in his mind if he should chase after her, or leave her alone. he knew she was a strong girl, and that she could handle herself. he however couldn’t handle the thought that he was the reason for her running the streets all alone. fed up, he opened the car door.

“HEY! where are you going?” yasmin stormed up to him. “m’ gonna find naomi.” he mumbled, still clearly drunk. yasmin harshly grabbed his arm to stop him from walking away, “i called her mom, she’s home.” jack felt a wave of relief wash over him knowing that she was safe, but the disgust of knowing what he did atill remained. “you’re not going to see her. you’re going to leave her the fuck alone, got it?” he furrowed his brows at her words, beginning to protest. “no, i need to tell her that i’m sorry.” yasmin’s body burned with anger and she resisted the urge to slap him across the face. “you’re sorry? you’re fucking sorry?” she began, gripping his arm tighter. cole approached, “yasmin calm down-“

“don’t tell me to fucking calm down,” she swatted him away, becoming increasingly angrier with everyone. “you didn’t give her a chance to speak before you started acting like a cunt. she never wanted james you idiot, she wanted you! are you seriously that dense to not have seen that?” jack could feel his stomach twisting as he listened to her words. “she talks about you all the time, it never stops. she isn’t joking when she’s with you, she’s just scared you’d toss her away, and you know what?” she glared into his eyes, “you fucking did.” she gritted before pushing him away. “she kissed james yeah okay, but she stopped it when she realized that it was you jack. it was always you.” tears formed in jack’s eyes as he stood there, taking in what yasmin was saying to him. “don’t fucking cry, you don’t deserve it.” she finished before storming off, ordering an uber on her phone.

the other guys stood there with mouths agape, not knowing what to say next or how to proceed. “let’s just go.” luke huffed and waked towards the car, purposely bumping into jack’s shoulder as he did so.

how was he going to fix this?

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jack laid in his bed staring at the ceiling, both his brothers having just left after giving him a thirty minute lecture on how he fucked up.

he didn’t know what to do, did he leave naomi alone to prevent any further damage, or risk it and call her to let her know how he felt. he tossed back and forth in bed, similar to what his mind was currently doing as he weighed his options.

“fuck this,” he groaned and reached over to his night stand to grab his phone and call her. maybe he was being selfish, but he needed to get everything out.

his thumbs were going faster than his mind, he kept spilling out more and more, not once receiving a reply. had she turned her read receipts off? he’d stay awake the whole night waiting for her to respond, not wanting to miss it.

but she never did.

[morningsharksworld]

Nobody knows what I see

Hazard x Reader [FLUFF VERY FLUFF]

A/N: I was working on a doodle page of hazard and this song started to play and HOW CAN I NOT WRITE SOMETHING WITHOUT IT????

Summary: “you can see the value your friendship where others might not”

The diner wasn’t much to look at. Cracked linoleum floors, buzzing neon lights, and coffee that could strip paint off a wall. Most people wouldn’t give it a second glance, but for you and Hazard, it was something else. A place where the world slowed down, where the weight of life felt just a little lighter.

When you walked in, the familiar jingle of the bell overhead greeted you. Hazard was already in his usual spot, sprawled in the corner booth like he owned the place. His blonde hair was tousled like he’d been caught in the wind, his leather jacket half-slipped off his shoulders. He was flicking a sugar packet between his fingers, his gaze far away until he spotted you.

“Finally” he said, his Scottish burr rich and teasing. “Thought ye’d got lost or somethin’. No like ye to keep me waitin’, eh?”

“I had stuff to do” you replied, sliding into the booth across from him.

“Aye, stuff” he echoed, smirking. “Ye mean procrastinatin’ like always?”

You rolled your eyes, but his grin was infectious, tugging at the corner of your lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet” he said, leaning back with a mock-dramatic sigh, “here ye are. Back again. Glutton for punishment, are ye?”

The waitress arrived with your usual orders—a mug of coffee for you, a plate of fries for him. You both murmured your thanks, the easy silence between you settling in as comfortably as a favorite song.

It was Hazard who broke it, as he always did. “Ye ever think folk look at this place an’ just see a shitehole?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I mean... they’re not wrong. But it’s got character.”

“Character” he repeated, his smirk softening. “That what ye tell yerself aboot me, too?”

You snorted, taking a sip of your coffee. “Oh, absolutely. ‘Character’ is my very first thought when I think of you.”

He laughed, his voice low and warm. “Ah, go on then, make me blush. But ye dinnae need tae lie, love. I know I’m a handful.”

“You’re more than a handful, Hazard” you said with a grin. “But maybe I don’t mind that.”

His laughter faded into a softer smile, his eyes lingering on you. Most people wouldn’t understand why you stuck around Hazard—he was trouble, plain and simple. But you saw more in him than that. Where others might see recklessness, you saw loyalty. Where they might see a mess, you saw someone who’d always be there when it counted.

And maybe that’s why you kept coming back.

“Why d’ye keep showin’ up here wi’ me, eh?” he asked suddenly, breaking into your thoughts.

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Why not?”

“Nah, I mean it.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “Most folk’d take one look at me an’ bolt, but you... you’re still here.”

“Maybe I just like the coffee” you teased.

He snorted. “Aye, sure. We both know it tastes like piss.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Alright, fine. Maybe it’s because I know you’re more than what you let people see.”

His smirk faltered, replaced by something softer. “Ye really believe that?”

“I do” you said firmly.

Hazard looked down at the table, his thumb brushing over a scratch in the wood. “Most folk don’t, ye know. They look at me like I’m a bloody trainwreck, waitin’ tae happen.”

“Well” you said, leaning forward, “they’re idiots.”

He glanced up, meeting your gaze, and for a moment, the usual teasing in his expression was gone. “Ye’re somethin’ else, ye know that? Always seein’ the best in me, even when I dinnae see it maself.”

The jukebox hummed on, the soft melody of Harvey filling the air. Hazard reached across the table, his rough fingers brushing yours. “Ye ever think about leavin’ this place?”

“Sometimes” you admitted. “But I can’t imagine going without you.”

His lips quirked up, but the grin was softer, more sincere. “Good. ‘Cause if ye’re leavin’, I’m comin’ wi’ ye.”

“Is that right?”

“Aye” he said, his voice low and certain. “Ye’re stuck wi’ me, love. That’s just how it is.”

Your heart twisted at his words, the warmth in his gaze grounding you. “I think I can live with that.”

“Good.” He grinned, squeezing your hand gently. “Now, where d’ye think we’ll end up, eh? Some big city? Or maybe a wee cottage somewhere wi’ nae one tae bother us?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “As long as you’re there, I don’t care.”

Hazard’s smile widened, and in that moment, you knew you weren’t just someone who saw the good in him—you were his anchor, his safe place, just as much as he was yours.

“Alright then” he said, leaning back with that boyish grin you couldn’t resist. “Just us, aye? Against the world.”

“Just us” you agreed, your hand still warm in his.

As the diner lights buzzed softly above you, the rest of the world faded away. And for once, it felt like enough.

[writing-heiress]

All Aboard!

Twisted From: The Polar Express

Event Cards - “Holiday Nightwear”: SSR: Mia, Fraser, Ayami, Malina, Comet | SR: Quinn, Chewy, Aladia, Five, Christine, Ulani, Eden, Anise, Ortho, Penne, Ludder, Annabelle, Daisy, Sunny, Skye, Angelica | R: Odette, Mallory, Colin, Koyuki, Louise, Audrey, Melora, Shirohime, Gidel, Pierre, Kianisha

Character Introduction: Santa Claus, the Conductor

Summary: The Night Raven kids all spend the night before Christmas together in Ramshackle for a holiday sleepover.

Tagging: @adrianasunderworld @absolutepokemontrash @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch @the-weirdos-mind @liviavanrouge @yumeko2sevilla @yukii0nna @zexal-club @yumeko2sevilla @queen-of-twisted @ice-cweam-sod4 @starry-night-rose @abyssthing198 @tragedytells-tales @achy-boo @fair-night-starry-tears @mangacupcake

The Ramshackle kids, the Little Mistrels, the Berry Sweets, Ortho, Gidel, and Grim were all hanging out in the main room where they’d have sleepovers in Ramshackle. Almost everyone was downstairs were having a holiday party plus the occasional check-ins from their parents/siblings.

Eventually, the topic of Santa and the North Pole came up with most of the kids had something to say.

Daisy: I hope he gets me new art supples. Mia: I wanna meet him for real. Ortho: Almost no one has seen Santa Claus themselves. Mia: It could happen tonight. Mallory: Grunkle Krampus told us Santa got fat from eating all those cookies. Pierre: Grim might as well be the cat version of him, then? Grim, eating the cookies left for the kids: Hm? Mrwah, hey!

By the time midnight rolled around, everyone was asleep. The party had ended a while ago and just about everyone went back to their dorms (or crashed in Ramshackle’s guest rooms). The kids were all sleeping in the sleepover room when out of nowhere, lights began flashing.

Ortho and Pierre were the first to wake up, to which they notice the room beginning to shake gradually until more of the kids started waking up to. Those who woke all gather outside the window to a train magically appear just outside Ramshackle grounds, stopping just in front of the gates to the dorm. Soon after it stopped, they all heard a voice ring out, “All Aboard!”

Not wanting to waste any time, the kids woke up those who haven’t woke up yet and raced downstairs to the dorm entrance. All the kids and Grim soon stood in front of the conductor.

The Conductor: Well…you coming? Skye: To…where? The Conductor: Why to the North Pole, of course! This is the Polar Express! Odette: You can’t be serious.

Most of the kids quickly got on the train, while others like Aladia and Odette were more hesitant on the whole thing. Seeing that they wouldn’t budge, the Conductor simply shrugged and said, “Suit yourself.” He then stepped into the train and signaled for the train to start moving. Ortho and the Berry Sweets that got on the train tried to get the others to join them, which actually managed to work. The kids start running with the train, eventually making it on board with the help of their friends. Twistune Here.

The kids quickly found their seats and the Conductor soon collected their tickets (that magically appeared in their pockets or underneath their seats). The Polar Express Throughout the train ride. the kids get to see how different kingdoms, countries, & cities in Twisted Wonderland celebrate the holidays. Combined with many of them telling their holiday stories and explaining the holidays that they celebrate & how they celebrate it for those like Grim who knows close to nothing.

Halfway through the train ride, the Conductor came out and asked if any of them were thirsty, to which just about all of them raised their hands. Conductor, confirming what he thought, opened the door and chefs prepped with hot chocolate machines ready to be served fresh and delicious. Twistune Here.

After enjoying their two cups of steaming hot chocolate, continued on with their holiday traditions. Mallory & Shirohime began to talk about their great uncle Krampus in a very vague way. Eden, Anise, & Annabelle soon shouted out saying that they caught a glimpse of the Northern Lights. Ortho, Comet, & Skye further explain what they are and what that means: they’ve finally made it to the North Pole.

Once the train made a completely stop, the Conductor did a head count making sure everyone was accounted for. But while he was counting for everyone, some of the kids went to look for Grim who was napping in the caboose. Mia and Fraser tried to wake him up, but all that hot chocolate made him too droozy to respond, meanwhile that was happening, the caboose was becoming looser and looser until it completely detached from the train, meaning that five of them plus Grim were on a runaway caboose.

Luckily enough, the caboose managed to stop completely thanks to some extra train tracks that led to different paths. Even more luckily for them, the kids were able to hear something that Grim wasn’t able to hear. They all followed the sound that led them to a track that led to elves doing some last minute work before heading to the Town Square. Seeing how they left the “workplace” through a bullet train fit for elves (or children and a little direbeast), the kids followed suit.

Despite following close behind the elves, the kids somehow made it to a mostly empty toy workshop/gift factory, where they found one of Grim’s gifts that said to not open until the 25th of December much to Grim’s disappointment as Malina & Ayami expressed that he ought to follow the simple rule. With Grim refusing to let go of his gift, everyone found their way to Santa’s large bag of toys as it was making its way to Town Square. It didn’t take long for the elves to figure out that they were all in there albeit by accident, so to get them down safely, the elves made a slide down near the Counctor and their friends.

Not much later, the elves brought out Santa’s reindeers and then sang as Santa came out himself. As everything and everyone was going nuts, Grim was not having a good time. He couldn’t see Santa nor hear the supposedly beautiful bells tied to the reindeers. That was until one of the reindeer got too excited and knocked off one of it bells, that landed right next to Grim.

At first, Grim couldn’t hear anything even with all his shaking. But then, all it took was for him to say that he believed and meant it & he was able to hear the bell’s beautiful ringing.

That was when Santa popped up next to him. They had a little talk with Santa asking it he liked the bell to which Grim nodded, so Santa told him he could keep it and take it with him back to Sage Island. After talking to the kids (with Mallory & Shirohime bringing up Krampus being their great uncle, which was…interesting), Santa took off on his sleigh to deliver the presents.

The Conductor then shouted, “All aboard!”, signaling the kids that it was time to return back to the Polar Express and back to Ramshackle. Final Twistune Here.

[s0ph9]

Alright so, you know that song “PERCEPTION CHECK” by Tom Cardy?

Now imagine, Sokka as the Bard, Zuko as the Rogue and Suki as the Barbarian (idk she’s a warrior it just matched).

And the cloaked figures? The rest of the Gaang, Aang being the Child.

It might be after the Boiling Rock breakout or some probably canon-divergent event, they’re trying to get back to the rest of the Gaang after whatever.

You can’t tell me this wouldn’t be in character

I NEED to see that animated😂 pretty please to the animators of the fandom I rly rly wanna see that🥺

[laurrelise]

still devastated we never got to see cha cha after season 1

i know she wasn’t like, the best, most morally correct person of all time but she was such a fucking badass. she got shit done and she absolutely ate everyone tf up i do not care

yes she is an assassin and she did kinda suck but also she’s absolutely slaying in more ways than one and i think we should’ve let her continue to do so

[veinsfullofstars]

👁️ Kirbtober 2024 Day 14: Miracle 👁️

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Zero Two looming over a newly-created Miracle Matter, gazing down upon it inscrutably with his single red eye, almost cradling it in segmented wings that burst with countless red, vein-like tendrils. The icosahedron gazes back blankly with red-and-black eyes on each of its sides… save for one in the center which sports an iris of orange and teal, tears leaking from it and dripping away into darkness. END ID.)

“Hush, my dear blade. Consider your failures forgiven. For only in such a penitent form may you reach even a fraction of my perfection.”

Based on my personal headcanon that Dark Matter Blade - after the second failed takeover in KDL3 - might've been “repurposed” by his resurrected god into Miracle Matter.

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Started on 09/18/24, finished on 09/19/24. | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

[shipmateys]

I admittedly haven’t read the manga or watched the show from the 90s but based on what I know of trigun it really is so unfortunate that vash and wolfwood weren’t a couple 😔 the religious symbolism….. the way they are so opposite yet compliment eachother so well…. The way vash saw the good in his heart after knowing him for 3 minutes…It would have been so perfect….

[biggest-vi-defender]

while i am glad that caitlyn was the one who actually ended up having the rebound, i can’t help but think abt how hot vi’s whoring era during cage fighting would have been.

[sheltershock]

The other day I was rewatching Hollowtone’s vod on Psychonauts 2, which is fun because of the chat overlay. And there’s the part where you can open the powers menu and see all the nice embroidered badges and the nice signatures of the teachers that gave you them…. except Sasha’s. And this makes sense, he wasn’t authorized to teach Raz psi-blast, so it would be really bad if he’s showing off his cool badges on his bag and someone sees Sasha’s signature. So Ford signed off on the marksmanship badge. But the chat in the vod is coming up with hilarious reasons why Sasha didn’t/couldn’t sign off on it, my favorites being:

“He’s only capable of of writing in Times New Roman”

“His handwriting is bad, toddler/doctor level”

“Sasha writes exclusively in latin”

“He actually can’t write”

“He uses telekinesis for everything, if he touches a pen he instantly dies”

And I was thinking about how ridiculous they were, but when I actually think about it… is there ever a proven time he actually writes something down? Like with his hands?

He’s living in a time period where typewriters existed, and in the current time, computers do, and therefore printers… And in one of the promotional comics he’s not even using his hands to eat with a fork, he just uses his powers. He uses telekinesis for most things actually. I don’t find it out of the realm of possibility of just using telekinesis to write things down. And then, I guess he’d never actually have need to learn to do it with his hands…

Maybe Sasha can’t write.

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[kaezerdoodles]

HEAR ME OUT:

Danny likes Star Trek

Dani likes Stargate

Dan likes Star Wars

[inkbagel]

This collab I joined like eight months ago that I didn’t really enjoy being in finally got posted today but for some reason only on twitter and I don’t go there so I can’t even see the whole thing :/

[junewild]

nil is so interesting to me as a character.

on the one hand, obv i believe it’s unacceptable to declare any group of humans as inherently disposable & especially to set yourself up as judge, jury, and executioner for them. he’s open about the fact that he’s not a good person, & he admits that he chooses bandits because he sees them as subhuman & therefore can avoid any consequences he might experience from hunting them.

on the other, he also says he confessed to his war crimes & accepted the punishment without balking, which isn’t what you’d expect from a sociopath who targets bandits because society won’t care. so. is he better or worse than eg serial killers who target prostitutes because they’re seen as disposal by society? is he actually making the world a better place? & does it matter?

& no matter which side of the “it’s for the ultimate good” vs “it’s a bad attitude” of the argument you come down on, the way he calls out aloy for her self-appointed duty as protector of the weak is fascinating. “i’ll keep your secret—that, deep inside, it feels good to kill someone” (paraphrased).

it almost feels like a little nod to the player. “oh? are you feeling satisfied in your ability to land headshots and nail silent takedowns? have we successfully gamified killing? what is an acceptable casualty, & why are you the one who gets to decide that?”

[titsthedamnseason]

it’s not funny anymore. i need xander and spencer’s book