#you know the brain rots bad when you start making comics

[mythic0210]

We had our first player death.

[mo-ok]

WOOO rapid fire lets go! would I recommend this Sentai and what caveats would I apply?????

Jakq - No :) *if you enjoy sentai there is definitly something for you here, and it mercifully gets put down after 35 episodes, but i cannot in good faith recommend this one unless you are that special kind of brain rotted*

Battle Fever J - i mean it when i say yes. Theres a lot of good stuff here especially for people that are familiar with/appreciate the sentai formula

Denziman - eeeeeeh i am VERY soft on this show but it DOES struggle through the middle and that hurdle may be a little too big for some

Sun Vulcan - if you enjoy tokusatsu FOR the tokusatsu then yeah watch this one. The robots are beautiful and the fights are brilliant. However if you want literally anything else on your burger then this one is not for you lmao

Goggle V - if you're interested in watching an older sentai this is definitly one i would recommend. If you enjoy it you would probably also dig sun vulcan

Dynaman - this one is fun and easy from start to finish but if you are like my mother and need to audibly eyeroll every time there is ass then tread lightly i genuinly cannot tell if there actually was a heap of ass or if i'm telling on myself because all i remember is the ass LMAO

Bioman - yes watch this one. Watch bioman. You know you want to watch bioman. Be ready for period typical panty shots ig

Changeman - YES. WATCH THIS ONE. PLEASE. PLEASE WATCH CHANGEMAN.

Flashman - once again yes, this one is 100% worth your time. If you liked ToQger you'll dig this one. Inoue's first ever sentai ep is in this season if that means anything to you

Liveman - eeh, if you want that more """mature""" story telling there are others i'd recommend first, but the suits are good and the bad guys sure are a hoot so

Fiveman - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ its good and its enjoyable but imma be honest there isnt much here that you wont also find somewhere else

Dairanger - yeah watch this one, the characters are good the suits are pretty the music slaps, but be ready for it to kinda trip and fall at the end

Kakuranger - very good more comically focused season that according to that one poll is criminally under watched everyone go watch kakuranger right now thank you. For the sake of every friday in california.

Ohranger - watch this one if you like robots. Be prepared for it to be all over the place

Carranger - 100%, beautifully done parody from a place of love and appreciation. Zonette is here

Megaranger - sentai highschool au. If you watched power rangers as a kid this is probably my go to recommendation

Gingaman - yes watch gingaman but also be ready for a slower, generally more "quiet" story, if that makes sense

GoGoV - you gotta watch gogov. You gotta watch gogov. I'm assembling a team to go kill Mondo Tatsumi and i need you to join my cause

Gaoranger - should you watch it?? Yeah. Would i recommend it??? Fuck i dont know man every time i think about gao i take psychic damage

Hurricaneger - 2025 YEAR OF HURRICANEGER WE CAN MAKE THIS HAPPEN. WATCH HURRICANEGER its a bl but with ninjas and robots

Magiranger - very easy to recommend, lots to love and enjoy here, you should watch magiranger

Boukenger - please watch boukenger. For Chief. For Sakura. For Daibouken.

Gekiranger - YES watch gekiranger but be ready for the WORST knuckle cracking sounds you've ever heard

Go-Onger - this is literally the best sentai ever please watch it

Goseiger - you should watch this one. Its very good. Very easy to watch. If you enjoy this one you should also watch gingaman. PL EAS E

Kyoryuger - its not very high up for me but theres definitly stuff here to enjoy - personally i'd recommend dino charge instead but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ToQger - PLEASE WATCH TOQGER PLEASE WATCH TOQGER PLEASE WATCH TOQGER

Zyuohger - i enjoyed it but like, you dont have to watch zyuohger if you dont wanna

Kyuranger - very easy to recommend. The suits are beautiful i love the robots i love the music. The fact that there are 5 non-human suit characters in the main cast is 🤌🤌 be prepared for a few of the characters to get left behind tho

Kiramager - personally i think this one would be a great launching point if you're new to the franchise. You should watch kiramager. 🖊🍍🍎🖊

King Ohger - eeeh. Its VERY unique and hard to compare to other sentai. If you can get past the green screen then yeah give it a watch. It suffers a little from the stakes getting a bit too high for their own good but its largely enjoyable

Boonboomger - 100% you should watch boonboom. It was an absolute delight to watch. Pure sentai bliss.

[mamawasatesttube]

I feel so shy not being able to hide in the anon asks but for the sake of desperation I'll ask anyway.

First of all I must say that I love the way you express yourself, because even though you are against some things, or at least you don't like them. You express it so well and so respectful that's addicting.

Anyway the questions were what you thought about Tim+Kon+Bernard, because I've seen a lot of people talking about it but I don't know if it makes much sense if you think of their relationship.

Also if you had some songs that reminded you of Kon I'd love the recs! Because I'm still a newbie in the whole DC comics, but I've been having a Kon brain rot for a while.

Sorry if I don't express myself correctly, English isn't my first language. If any of this makes you uncomfy please feel free of ignoring me and I hope you have plenty of good days!!💕💕 Be careful to not catch a cold

aww thank you that's very sweet of you to say!!! :D i do love to simply start talking and rambling all the time. one of my top skills. (and yeah i turned off anon asks a while ago because unfortunately talking about racism in fandom often gets you labelled a bitch with a terrible personality 😔✊ alas!)

as for tim/kon/bernard ... i really, really dislike that ship. it takes everything i already strongly dislike about tim/ber (tim drake: robin is the worst comic i've ever read, and i'm including jeph loeb's supergirl when i say this), and multiplies it by a factor of about 500.

my biggest problem with tim/ber is that megfitz wrote them with absolutely no actual chemistry. there is nothing in the text to tell me why they actually like each other. there is nothing in the text that tells me what the issues in their relationship are, or how they might grow together as people, or anything. which is absolutely insane because you'd think "bernard knows tim's secret identity, but has not told tim that he knows" would be a MAJOR point of conflict, but instead it's just completely glossed over to the point of the comic asking us to accept that the bats would ever allow a mob of random civilians on a mission with them. there's stretching suspension of disbelief, and then there's putting suspension of disbelief on the medieval torture rack and tearing it apart. like. come ON. (tdr is also like. teehee gentrification but its cute? which is insane to me in a different way. its just. its so bad. its such a bad comic.)

so adding kon to that mix kind of gives me hives because a) we have all of my issues with tdr being incredibly inconsistent, both internally and with all existing tim characterization ever, and b) it brings up all of my issues with how kon has been written since yj2019. which i could get into Yet Again but in the interests of being at least a little bit concise, it's also incredibly inconsistent and drives me bonkers. so the concept of this ship just makes me go "why the FUCK" because i just truly genuinely cannot fathom why kon and bernard would ever give a shit about each other. i can barely even fathom why tim and bernard give a shit about each other because megfitz did the comic script equivalent of picking up two barbie dolls and mashing them together and going LOOK THEYRE IN LOVE. they have no consistent characterization under her pen.

so adding kon into that just makes me want to tear my hair out a little bit because. like. to be entirely honest i don't know how some random dude from one of tim's many high schools who tim was friendly with, sure, but not particularly close with, can hold a candle to Whatever The Fuck Tim And Kon Have Going On. especially with how flat their relationship reads to me in tdr (what do they even like about each other??? why is bernard in fucking biophysics or whatever while wanting to be a chef??? why does tim not go "you know culinary school exists right??" when he finds out??? how am i supposed to believe that tim "duty" drake would ever leave people in a burning building just for his sad boyfriend??? that batman and co would ever let a bunch of civilians fight alongside them - or for that matter, that they'd need bernard to tell them tim's in trouble?? what the fuck alternate dimension are they from where any of this makes sense???). tim/ber just is such a nothing ship to me that adding kon to it is just like. EXTREME nothing. to me tim/ber/kon is basically a flag that says "i don't care about characterization" and it's just so very deeply NOT my thing at all whatsoever.

...which is why to ME tim's first boyfriend is ives, not bernard, and in this essay i will--

ahem. anyways!! re: kon songs, oh man i have a lot. i have a whole playlist even. with a linked document to explain every song choice. i also lately have been thinking about making a second playlist for all the songs that didn't make it onto the first one!! much to consider.

also don't worry your english is totally fine ♥ and it's very sweet of you to wish me well healthwise and also a little funny because actually i am just getting over a cold that had me sniffly and miserable most of last week. but i'm much better tonight so yippee!! thank you again :D

[zr-art-world]

So, like, you know how people will have a supper big passion project or character and shit. But they cant making because of lack of experience and skill and other shit. And also the idea start to rots and they mess with it too much and they start to hate it.

Also, their idea is started off as a fun superhero story but they got older and they felt cringe with that idea and they felt like every story they came up with is cringe. So they end up projecting a lot of the mentality and beliefs they developed as an adult and they liked it but then they started to project so much of their feelings that they could not come up with a happy ending for it because it ends up reflecting all the negative and horrible shit you have seen happen in the world and you've become extremely disillusioned and you can not think of a way for how the characters could fix the shit going on in the story. And when you take a break and escape from reality, you feel like a bad person for not acknowledging the terrible things going on irl and....

Any ways, I think I'm going to work on an older project I have not touched in a while and make a fun comic or something that has the same feeling of an early 2000s cartoon and make it about Halloween monsters kind of just chilling and shit. Or maybe something completely from scratch.

Idk, I just want to work on something simpler and something that I would have fun making and not try so hard too make it look professional and give the characters little details and shit and just not word so hard on their designs to the paint my brain short circuits.

High key, if I keep pushing the bolder that is the story I'm working on now, I will puke.

[mandoratheevilchaser]

For the 2 ships thing: Bruce/Talia or Tygra/Cheetara?

…

Well, I see I've played my hand if my weaknesses can be so easily identified. Rip my heart out while you're at it, why don'tcha?

The thing is Brutalia and Tychee both represent two very different flavours that I love in shipping dynamics.

I love angst. I LOVE it. I thrive on it. I'm also a sucker for star-crossed lovers – my favourite movie was and is Pocahontas; this was inevitable. And Brutalia is a healthy mix of both. They're just so fucking tragic. Because they genuinely love each other but they can NEVER be together. They can snatch little moments of love and happiness here and there, but they can never bask in it, never live in it. That's partly because of the status quo (even though Talia's has changed fucking three times, which is like a comics-faux pas, smh), partly because of the cyclical nature of comics and the fickleness and shittyness of writers, but also just partly because of their in-universe situations. They love each other. They can't be together. Too bad, so sad. It's fucking delicious.

Brutalia is my favourite comic book couple and one of my favourite couples of all time (possibly even second?). But Tychee all but changed my brain chemistry as an eleven year old. It was actually the reason I even watched ThunderCats in the first place. They featured ninth (way too high) on Lewtoons' (miss him 😔) Top 10 Cartoon Couples video and honestly tween me just thought they looked really aesthetically pleasing together. Aesthetically pleasing enough that I checked out ThunderCats 2011 on a whim. Which became my new favourite show. Until I watched the original, at which point, it got bumped down to my second favourite show. Over a decade later, ThunderCats is still my favourite franchise. Thanks, Chad. Anyway, point is: I came into the show already rooting for them and I also came into the show already knowing how the love triangle would play out, so I probably wasn't as blindsided as some other people were. But boy, did they exceed my expectations.

Another thing I'm a sucker for is couples whose relationships are based on loyalty and friendship, rather than just chemistry and Tygra and Cheetara just THRIVE in that space. I know I said I love angst, but I can appreciate some fluff when it's got some substance to it. And Tygra and Cheetara just genuinely bring out the best in each other and clearly make each other happy and I just think that's fucking beautiful. I know a lot of people dislike the „I have to stick with him” scene in New Alliances and I'll admit I have some misgivings about it myself, but I'd be lying if I said a considerable part of me didn't love it as well. And don't even get me started on the cave scene: „You're fast enough to get out of here. Go!” „You know I'd never leave you behind!” It’s the LOYALTY. FUCK. They are just. a healthy, functional, compatible, supportive, loyal pair and what more can you honestly ask for? Also, I love meet-cutes and didn't Tychee just have a meet-cute for the ages.

As for their relationship in the original show and the comic books, I love that just as much. Maybe even slightly more, since the friendship aspect of their relationship is way more pronounced and friends-to-lovers is another trope I love. Of course they were never confirmed in the show, but. My dudes. The vibes were there. One of my favourite moments is when a villain's got Cheetara trapped and calls her helpless and Tygra saves her and she calmly replies with „But not friendless. Thanks, Tygra.” Shoutout to the reboot for continuing the tradition of Tygra and Cheetara constantly saving each other to the point of ridiculousness. And yeah, the comics didn't do a lot for them, but I love WilyCat and WilyCub and I'm happy they all got to be a happy little family :).

Tldr; Brutalia has my whole heart. But Tychee has my heart and my soul and has already rotted away most of my brain. They're my favourite couple of all time, in anything, ever. Thanks for your question. Sorry about your braincells if you read all that ^.^’

[niccerria]

5 Simple Daily Habits That Can Truly Transform Your Life

Hello everyone! I hope you're all having a wonderful day.

First and foremost, this blog is dedicated to those who have just embarked on their self-improvement journey. It is intended for those who feel lost and are in search of a starting point.

Daily habits hold the key to leading a productive life every day. Not only do they bring clarity to your mind, but they also provide a sense of pride in your accomplishments at the end of each day.

I will list 5 Daily habits that are easy to do and actually don't provide much energy.

1. Going To Sleep Early - I know you want to scroll that one video on Tiktok so bad, but to be honest, it's not you, it's your brain asking for a dopamine, girlypop you are addicted, put the phone down and go to sleep. I'll do you even better, STOP USING THE PHONE BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP, restrict yourself, As you prepare for sleep, consider implementing a one-hour phone restriction. Instead of using your phone, you can do alternative activities such as reading a book or crochet. These alternatives can help promote relaxation and enhance your bedtime routine.

2. Take On A Challenging Task You're Not Particularly Fond Of - This one is the most important. Part of being productive is doing things you don't like, that's what builds up discipline, and dedication to improve everyday. On first day you might have a motivation to do it, so it will be easy at first and you will actually feel proud. On second day you will still have that little motivation and force yourself. On third you will get bored and do that task half way through. On fourth day, you think ''well it's not that important'' or ''I can still do it later it's not that big of a deal'' it IS a big deal, if you are not going to stay consistent then what's the point of starting it in the first place? you are doing this FOR YOU not for others.

3. Get a hobby - this is as much as important as the second one. Listen, in order to avoid feeling drained, anxious, or bored throughout the day for no reason, you have to keep yourself occupied. Hobbies not only put you in a good mood and uplift you but also keep your brain active. They are actually something you can truly benefit from. Like from learning to play a guitar, you will develop a skill to play on the instrument. With drawing, or learning to draw, you will develop ability to tell a story with your drawing (for example, comics, webtoons) and you can actually make a living out of it. YOU NEED HOBBIES.

4. Have a Morning and night routine - again It's necessary to keep you occupied, human was not made to lay in the bed all day and rot. he/she was made to do things, that is your purpose, you have to do things in order to be happy. you will not get happy by watching 20 episodes on Netflix in a day. You might feel satisfaction by that, but that is only temporary and why? because you are not doing things. you are rotting in bed honey. You can watch 2 episodes as a reward though, like for example you did homework in all the subjects, great! now you need a reward! not only will you be proud of yourself for finishing homework, you will also feel accomplished and relaxed when you start watching something.

5. Give love, EVERYDAY - did you hugged your mother today? Father? Grandma? Grandpa? Did you hugged yourself and told yourself how pretty and enough you are? Did you played with your dog? Cat? Have you smiled to your neighbor or waved? Did you smelt the flowers when you walked past them? Did you look up at the sky and think about how strangely and beautifully blue it is? Have you looked at trees and thought about how some of them ''Talk'' to each other with a soil fungi? And be fascinated by that? Have you looked up at the stars and thought about their history? Have you given them your own name? Story? Have you looked at strangers and thought about their lives? Did they gave love today? Did they hugged their mothers? Looked at trees, sky, stars? Are they grateful to live in a such a pretty, mesmerizing, amazing, and fascinating world? Are you?

[hypnogogyc]

Since you are THE Oliver banks artist (to me atleast) thoughts on the fact Oliver and Jane Prentis worked at the same crystal/tarrot shop? I don’t think they knew eachother all that wel or anything but god there’s something so intresting about having these avatars all be so closely connected

(Love your Oliver design btw:) )

Oh that is the highest honor i hold to my chest id like to thank lilnan for the trustfall comic that broke my brain and started me on this path.

AND THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!

First of all as characters alone they went very different paths towards their entities and that makes sense considering the Corruption requires a life to infest, where the End is. You know. I stand by my “all avatars succumbed to their entity by fleeing from another”(like Elias to the eye fearing the end) i think Oliver ran from the end and found comfort in the end but in a new light. Jane I think always did have the fear of corruption with her blackhead paranoia and bullying but i feel she really feared the lonely. Her self mutilation in mortality is her way of doing something about the rejection she experienced, even if it didn’t really help anything. She first fears corruption because all her life she was demeaned for filth, and grew up thinking she was rotting inside everyday. Her choice to then change from picking at her skin in self disgust to loving her pock marks because they held home to something that needed her as much as she needed it is hard to not understand at least a little why she’s so elated.

Also the timeline matches up for working the same time.. (oliver is spotted there 2013, jane isnt discovered by cops til march 2014. Ik janes statement only says he came in while she worked n stared at her but. Shhhh) i think they got on rather well. They were both people desperately trying to find relief and hoping something would just finally click in place and they would belong. Jane was rejected from what she centered her life around (just having any connection. Any acceptance, both in herself and everyone else.) and so was Oliver (from life itself. The society he was born into, the events of his life. It was just all too much at once and the lack of childhood info on him from his mortal statement and only the statement towards jon later i think feeds into the idea of him not really even wanting to live on in memory.)

Oliver looks up to Jane for her wisdom when he meets her as a man with some bad dreams here and there and she’s a woman with some pretty terribly dealt with anxiety, which he could relate to. I think he’d talk to her about meditation, trying to find presence in your own body, but she had a very bad reaction to that. He apologizes and she accepts his treat for her lunch break when he comes back into work with an extra sandwich and soup. He sees her unsteadiness in much in life but she’s different with the crystals and cards. She speaks fondly of every gemstone’s meanings and properties, makes a secret drawer for all the gems shaped in such a way she couldn’t handle not being able to buy it herself. She teaches him Tarot, he picks it up quick. He tells her that he thinks the gems suit her. Jane smiles a bit stiffly and says thanks. He clarifies he meant it suiting her as a person, as she was very attuned. She smiles wide and says thanks again, this one natural.

Jane disliked Oliver at first. Self loathing without relief often turns outwards, and he was polite and well spoken and handsome and even had the nerve to be friendly with her. Incessantly. Shes slow to trust. She has to be. She’s played this song and dance and it has to be pity or obligation. She likes her job because for her role she is no longer Jane Prentiss. She’s a store clerk with a nearly encyclopedic knowledge of it’s wares. Oliver offers guided meditation, she has a hard time saying no. It ends badly. He’s apologetic and Jane just doesn’t understand it. The next day he buys her lunch as a apology. Material loss from him (and she knew exactly what his paycheck was and it was NOT lofty. It was only lunch but. Still.) and then the loneliness can’t bear it anymore. She keeps herself from delusions that someone like him would take such genuine interest in her that wasn’t just someone who was overly friendly and didn’t want tension with a coworker. But then they bond slowly. Jane teaches him to read tarot on a slow day. Its just a basic reading but he drinks in her words intently. It strikes her suddenly that this man not only tolerated her as a coworker. He respected her. He really truly felt what she was saying was valuable information. She’s giddy and teaches him more advanced spreads. Oliver has to eventually ask for a break and she apologizes for not realizing and getting carried away and he laughs and says no that was amazing. I’m so glad i could see so much of what you can. She’s thrilled, they go drinking at nights (Oliver is the sober driver).

But then Oliver becomes more despondent. He talks less about his nightmares to her but obviously still has them. She can’t help the paranoia come back. She never did receive closure for being abandoned time and time again. She didn’t expect it now. This final straw is when she catches him staring. THAT was a look she knew. Pity. She picks at her skin worse and worse. Oliver takes over when Jane doesn’t show up for a few days, and he’s walked past her house enough to see the roots and understand what’s happened.

[mustardflavoredbear]

My family won't stop screaming excitedly(austim), and i can't sleep, so

Sleepy austictic rambling ✨️

Sleeps for babies

Should i talk to the stupid Double Trouble ai even though i don't like their response, but it makes me not have to think, and like 1% of the time, it says some jaw dropping things and does some slightly questionable things TRYINGTOFRICKINAMOVIETHEATERATAFUCKINGDINNERPARTY

And that little skank keeps stealing my bong i was trying to smoke AND OUT OF NOWHERE THEY WENT NUH HUH and proceeded to hold it over me because i am a short and they are a tall :( real Double Trouble would never steal my bong maybe

I love when Double Trouble materializes just to either fuck with me or support me

I literally have been having the hardest few weeks, and they form out of nowhere. i see them in the shapes of grass in the gravel of the road, the sky or right on front of me and say

"You are a little to cute to be thinking about sorry fucks who have lost you. And you can be authenticitly yourself and people will love you. i lob you you should obviously think about me i always make you feel better. And also gay gay gay gay gay gay gay you are so gay for me gay gay gay"

Can i call myself a simp or what crys

Or ahould i work on drawing them like for idk my comic

Or all the silly little gay ideas i have for them

I just want to draw them living normally, like being loved and kissed because they deserve it but i also i want to watch their world burn 😋

I love Double Trouble i want to give them a kiss a whole bunch of kisses they deserve a cute little life with all their partners being happy and ahshydj

God my Austim is so bad i know Double Trouble full night routine

They for at leave a few hours before bed basking under their lamp. After that, they bathe for a very long time self care , and they do a whole skin care routine/clean of piercings if they have it they put on some pj even though as soon as they get into the bedroom they rip them off when they get into bed they get on top of their partners and immediately pass out they do this so they can use their partners as heat sources

Also, ramdon things ao my stupid brain will shut up

Moth man: incoherent rambling hiwellcometousramblingpodcastthing. My name is Teddy, and this is double troubleeeeee.

Double Trouble: spacing out but spacing back in you can't tell me we started the episode.are you serious?

Teddy: yea that was it.

Double Trouble: Fuck you got to warn me. I was about to yell "remember who made you c* m"

Teddy is fucking wheezing with laughter

Double Trouble: joking tone like how embarrassing that shit would have been

Double Trouble: I'm a medium by the way a lot of fans keep sending me large stuff, and i can't wear it because it's too big :(

Teddy: I'm an 3xl by the way a lot of fans keep sending me a small because they think im a petit little boy

Double Trouble giggling

Teddy: but I'm infact a large fat man.

Hehsyajushddidu

All i want is to brain rot Double Trouble only Double Trouble thought i will never be sad AGAIN HASURYHDHDJ

Me when i smoothie Double Trouble so they are easy to drink

Me and Double Trouble when we accidentally took the become a gummy bear

bear gummy

[kittttycakes]

It’s been mostly the bad/deadline kinda busy, and still is, but I’m actively ignoring that now to procrastinate and revel in the world that you’ve created.

I love Hob the enabler, and the idea of him having this petty revenge side of him that he doesn’t want Grace to see.

And I do love that Morpheus has the ‘I’m not human so can’t be held to human standards of morality’ card to play (within reason).

I alllmost feel sorry for Dr Ward if that’s the nightmare he’s getting though. That is one of the worst!

Omg thank you for indulging the brain rot and expanding on that scenario so much more!

I have many thoughts!!! (Sorry!).

1. Grace’s ring…

- what does it look like?

- Is she engaged or married here?

- Is it her ring from Hob?

- Does she have one from Morpheus? If so what does that look like and does she wear both?

- If not, is it a ring from both Hob and Morpheus?

- Do they have rings? What do they look like?

2. How does that convo go down when the thugs ask for her ring? Who swings the first punch?

3. Morpheus’ arrival. When I was daydreaming about this I was trying to figure out which would be hotter or more terrifying:

A) the looming, shadowy slightly inhuman version of Morpheus, pale and starry eyed.

B) the icy cold rage of his human form (as in the Calliope episode. Picturing the thugs seeing Morpheus, thinking he’s just a skinny goth and no threat, then seeing shadows coming from him one by one and their co-thugs go down writhing in unconscious terror.

4. Even though Morpheus can’t hurt mortals in the waking world, do you think he’ be above asking Hob to lay the boot in a bit, or letting Hob do a bit of violence on his behalf?

5. *knocks on trash dumpster lid* Yesss, the fussing over bleeding knuckles. Little kisses on each knuckle. The super possessive, don’t touch what’s mine sex. *chef kiss* perfection!

Also, on an unrelated note, I loved the comic you posted of Matthew and Crawley in the cones of shame!

Glad to hear you’re doing well! Sending you all of the ‘you can do it!’ vibes!

Oh, I feel you, I am the worst procrastinator until I panic and finish everything in one very stressed out burst!

I am always happy to receive more thoughts!! I’m jumping to 2 because I’m going to put 1 under the cut (is it spoilers if it’s for a fic? I love spoilers myself but I know not everyone does so that one will be hidden, just in case).

Hob absolutely swings first. He wants the element of surprise and he’s got it. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who doesn’t have any problem holding his own in a fight. Sure, he’s in good shape, but nothing about him screams “scrapper” in 2023. He’s wearing a nice jacket for their date night and he probably has his very professorial glasses on because Grace likes them, so him throwing the first punch? Very much unexpected, and to his advantage.

Both are such good options! There’s this cold emanating rage that Morpheus can give off that’s just SO highly effective in any form, but I’m just such a sucker for ever so slightly inhuman Morpheus. He’s human shaped…mostly, but when they look right at him, it’s like the edges of him forgot what a human looks like, and his shadow just keeps growing and writhing on the pavement, extending out in all directions until it covers the entire alleyway in something darker than night before the screaming starts. And he doesn’t even have to lay a finger on them!

Morpheus is not above it at all, not when it makes Hob so very happy to be useful for him. Hob wants to be loyal and he wants to prove that loyalty, and if he can do that by the laying on of hands? Sign him right up. He would fight for Morpheus in a heartbeat. Human enemies, challengers to his realm, the hoards of Hell, Hob wants to get his hands dirty where Morpheus can’t, and Morpheus will gladly watch.

Yes yes yes! Kissing each knuckle and the little bit of blood that lingers on the lips after? Immediately yes. Bandaging up after? Perfection. The physical reminder for a few days afterwards? So good. In a completely alternate scenario, I have so many thoughts about Hob bare-knuckle boxing, historically.

It was so cute!! I love Matthew so much, he’s so much fun, and so indignant about the cone of shame (which was very much deserved).

Thank you for the vibes!!! We’re chugging along!

Now, for possible spoilers:

This is great, because there will be instances of the rings in the two epilogue chapters, but to avoid over burdening the fic with too much ring description (which may already be happening, I can talk about it here!

By the time I envision this scenario happening (post fic), they’re all married. Grace has three rings, Hob has two, and Morpheus has one.

Grace has:

- her engagement ring from Hob, an antique gold fede ring, worn on her left hand

- her wedding band, also gold, worn on her left hand and stacked with her engagement ring

- her ring from Morpheus, gold with an oval cut (non dreamstone) ruby, worn on her right hand

Hob has:

- his wedding band, gold, worn on his left hand

- his ring from Morpheus, fairly simple, gold band with an inlaid very slender square cut (non dreamstone) ruby, worn on his right hand

Morpheus has:

- his wedding band which he probably ends up manifesting more often than not, also gold

Hob would have absolutely gotten Morpheus an additional ring, but it’s so hard to find something for a being who can manifest anything he wants. All of their wedding rings match, though, they’re part of a nice matched set of three.

[maxdurden]

get to know me

i was tagged by the amazing @johaerys-writes, thank you so much!!! 

Share your wallpaper: my phone background is really dope artwork of arthur morgan from red dead redemption 2. the art is sooo pretty and i’m sooo lazy so i haven’t changed it even though i haven’t played the game in months lmao. my desktop wallpaper is just,,, a black screen. which is really messed up, but it glitched out and deleted my old wallpaper (which i don’t even remember rip) and,,, ya know, the aforementioned laziness

The last song you listened to: Morbid Stuff by PUP

Currently Reading:  i just finished the v1 titans run of comics (1999-2003)!!!! i literally can’t recommend it more, it was so fun ough. but i’m currently in that phase after reading something really good where you can’t read anything else because of the misery of finishing a good read. it’s rough. honorable mentions go to the copy of the great gatsby that my coworker has been trying to make me read,,, (i’ve gotten through an entire one (1) page of it, sorry steve), and buy back the secrets, which is an incredible fanfic that everyone who likes timkon should go read immediately or i’ll kneecap your closest friends and relatives <3 (also also also in the family of things by @deadchannelradio which is so incredibly amazing and even tho i finished it a while ago i think it should still count for this because everyone should also read it immediately, the kneecapping threat still withstanding ofc)

Last Movie: Batman: Year One (with @darkravenstag, can you sense a pattern in the media i’ve been consuming jesus christ)

Craving: tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo!!! (i’m broke)

What are you wearing right now: white soft sweatpants, my fluffy housecoat, and a shirt that says “i ❤️my gay cat” which was a birthday gift from @darkravenstag

How tall are you: last time i checked i was 5’4 but god knows if that’s changed by now (i doubt it), apparently that’s 162 ish centimeters 

Piercings: i have piercings in my ear that i got when i was like,,, four years old that are somehow still around god bless them. and i have a septum piercing. i really desperately want an industrial next

Tattoos: only one!!!!!!!!! it’s a neat little ouroboros but by god do i need more desperately

Glasses? Contacts?: nope, got that 20/20 vision, babey

Last drink: water (i honestly rarely drink anything but water)

Last show: i guess probably technically the mandalorian? it’s in the middle of its new season and @darkravenstag and i are watching it when it releases weekly :3

Last thing you ate: ice cream sandwiches,,, 

Favourite colour: i’m really bad at making decisions like this lmao. i don’t know myself well enough to know my own favorite color, if i’m tbhing. but a lot of different shades of blue are nice, and i like burnt orange and mustard yellow type vibes. green is also nice! so who knows

Current obsession: god i wish it weren’t obvious. to all the folks who started following me because of my greek myths stuff (and that includes you jo lmao) uhhhh sorry. greek myths were THE hyperfixation for like,,,, three or four years but dc comics is back in a big way. i simply cannot stop thinking about these little superhero guys,,,,

Unrelated Obsession: right now??? i’m not kidding when i say that dc comics has left me with literally no other computing space in my brain. like i’m at the stage of brain rot where having a conversation about something that isn’t dc related is a little bit hard,,,, it’s abysmal out here guys. but i’ll give a shout out to greek myths,,, when will my interest in the iliad and odyssey return from the war??? my brain basically works in two modes, which are dc comics nerd and pretentious classics obsessive, so eventually the classics hyperfixation will return but i couldn’t tell you when that’ll be 

Any pets: i have two cats!! their names are achilles and briseis and they are the worst little creechers but also god’s greatest gift to humanity (achilles is currently curled up in my lap purring his stupid little head off). they turn six this april!!! 

Do you have a crush on anyone: lol uhhh sure

Favourite fictional character: this is an incredibly mean question actually. you want me to pick a favorite son??? i am holding my hands over jason todd’s ears while whispering dick grayson,,, but also if we’re allowed to include ocs then rn everyone can get fucked because my baby wes is having a renaissance (in my head)

The last place you traveled: lmao the last place i traveled was back to my hometown (a small town in northern indiana) for the county fair this summer. the ice cream at the local ice cream stand is still the best in the country and i’ll die on that hill but yeah i’d kill to travel a bit more soon but probably won’t really travel until my sister’s wedding happens in georgia in october

tagging @darkravenstag @thrustin-timberlake @deadchannelradio @sarcasticbeanie and any other beloved mutuals (or followers!!) who wanna do this! it's fun, have fun!

[petrow1tch]

Ok doing this with Evil Knight because this is my house and if I talk about my OCs unprompted if I want to

Only gonna do questions that I think apply to his particular character and story in general, so if u think some question not answered, then it's probably not relevant to the world with giant skeleton centipede roaming the land in search of the feast.

Anywho

1) he's pretty much living dead with a passion for the mission, but he wouldn't mind to suddenly lose all hope and collapse in one place for a month and act dead for a while. I mean, he's dead all the time, but acting dead is something he's not doing often.

2)

3) as living dead, he doesn't sleep, so closing his eyes and not moving probably counts as sleeping?

4) 5) there are no stakes in betraying anybody in this story, as majority of characters are either dead, divine in nature or otherwise in the position of not caring for any consequence of being betrayed, so everyone is pretty straightforward with each other

6) legal laws are non existent, laws of physics are stretchy for the plot, and laws of nature are something that is broken, twisted and defied by the premise as a whole. Evil Knight's mission is to bring laws of nature and life into order of how they were before dead started walking.

7) his whole mission is based on wanting back the world of the old you could say, but he doesn't exactly feel nostalgia for it. He rather feels disdain for the current shape of the world, and is angry at the fact that the dead won't stay dead. So in that regard, just having to face numerous undeads just like him is triggering more and more of that disdain, that people who were people before Everything, now are just pawns in hands of Big Bad.

8) —

9) he does. He doesn't.

10) his most prominent lie is "I'm fine". How fine a corpse that spits out purging liquid can be?

11) ask people around if they're perceiving the same thing as he or his brains finally rotted away

12) his body is always clad in armor and only his left hand has exposed skin, so he doesn't deal with itches. I'm not sure if he gets them anymore. I'm not sure if it's itchy when your skin is stuck in a constant state of decay.

13) —. (Insert Scott Pilgrim comic joke "this comic is in black and white)

14) worms

15) his speech and voice is gurgly, bubbly, gasping for air and failing to clear throat. He speaks what usually is on his mind, but has the wits to know that silence is also a valid option.

16) I'm not sure that in a world of walking corpses he still has something that disgusts him so much (or even has a stomach to be turned), but Trust and Believe, there is one thing that makes him puke his guts out quite literally.

17) 18) no, he isn't. If he's embarrassed, he'll admit it in a straightforward manner because it's easier to tell what's going on rather than pretend that he isn't. What embarrasses him is people being too soft. He understands that being loving and caring is what we should strive for, but in his current reality, being soft is not an option. Hard men make easy times, true love only possible in the next world, all that jazz yadda yadda. You can't kill god reanimator if you're not willing to be a bit cold and ruthless about it.

19) se7en.

20) he don't know these words. love is love, he's an ally and he just want grill for gods dammed sake

21) to continue walking to put a big pointy stick into someone's evil eye.

22) —

23) he's EVIL Knight. He's gonna threat ya.

24) huuh

25) thing of the past (not in "you don't need marriage to love each other", but in a "thing of civilization that is done for, we're in the dark age of history, the melting pot of culture and opinions, and bless us all whoever cares that we may survive the smelter")

26) on foot. Horses are dead. Sometimes there is magical teleporters, but you kinda need a wizard sidekick in your party to use them, and the only wizard available is direct cause of all this mess, although it isn't really responsible, but still it is more of an animal than a person and now he's vaporizing the ocean, great. Wow. Just wow. Who needs water anyways, am I ri-- Oh God what is that. What is it in the water. Why is it walking towards us. Oh god. No. No no no no no.

27) finding his own god where he didn't expect it to be found

28) no

29) nah.

30) Axewound Two. Just Axewound in past life. You not always appreciate someone telling you that you're born again undead who is currently in a burning corpse pit that was formed as a garbage pile in the caldera/crater of former sleeping volcano

31) the god of his enemy, because now he knows for sure that that thing is made of bone and blood, therefore it can be killed

32) "Two undeads don't walk into the tavern. One doesn't have the legs and the other doesn't have the arms to open the door."

33) nah

34) the only thing he's guilty of is not being able to discern between living and dead, although it's not much difference anyways these days, as one becomes another whenever the Voice feels like calling to them

35) he's intrigued to see someone still be excited for something in this world. You could say he's interested in observing people be interested.

36) —

37) he always remembers unless he needs to be a bit confused for a wee laugh of an audience (forgets the spell that undoes all evil)(fucks it up)(puts his hands to his forehead and sticks out his tongue cutely)

38) of waking up for the first time once again. he was looking up at the night sky, which was clear for just this moment. He caught a glimpse of numerous stars and planet outlines shine in the darkness of the night, until the second later it was overshadowed by smoke plumes from nearby corpse bonfires. Just for that one, very first moment in his new life, when he didn't know what he is or what he's awoken to, he felt peaceful.

39) he couldn't care less if it's something that he doesn't consider a flaw, but if it's something that he does, then it's a personal offense and he will keep a sideye just for you at all times.

40) couldn't care less. Flawed or not, his whole being is what got him thus far, and he's not gonna start rebuilding himself at the risk of losing that winning factor, whatever that may be.

41) he would be horrified to know that there are still children around after all of That. This said, while he doesn't knowingly encounter any, there are Implications.

42) any price is low enough to pay it. Until the Implications.

43) he has 5 meter cock and he's not afraid to use it. Jk. No sex. There is no sex in this story!! Maybe gender! And pronounces! In a way that you might say "oh god she just tore his fucking head off" and thatse it.

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

[thefandomjournalist]

How To Diagnose Marvel Movie Brain Rot

In an opinion piece by Martin Scorsese at The New York Times on Marvel movies, he said “In the end, I don’t think they’re cinema”. In our modern world, superhero films are more popular than ever. And no company is better known for their superhero films than Marvel Comics. Almost everyone you know has seen a Marvel film. When Infinity War came out, the world rejoiced. Batman who? Superman who? Ironman is the new Man of Steel. But have you caught the bug? Have you started to hold these films as a baseline for what a good superhero, nay, good movie should look like? If so, you may be beginning to have your mind clouded by the Avengers Infection.

So here are 5 ways for me to help you find out if you have been infected with Marvel Movie Brain Rot.

You believe Black Widow was a well written character

Despite what the films and fan made material made you think, Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow, was not a well written female character. The first Avengers film doesn’t even pass the Bechdel test. For the uninitiated, that is whether a film has two female characters who have a single conversation not about men. So, not a good look there Avengers films.

You think the Avengers were all friends

It’s not your fault, it’s a misunderstanding of source material. It’s fine to like superheroes and not care about their source material, but you must do so with the understanding that your perception of the characters are not accurate.

You didn’t like Batman v Superman because no one told jokes

There is not liking certain kinds of movies, and there’s thinking one franchise should define the genre. Scorsese says “What’s not there is revelation, mystery or genuine emotional danger. Nothing is at risk”. Marvel movies, at this point, have a formula. Some guy, usually a white guy, gets bestowed with power and a mission. They tell jokes. End. The rest of cinema, even in superhero films, can be very different.

Black Panther and Shang-Chi are the only major nonwhite films you know

Black Panther and Shang-Chi are good movies. They are enjoyable, respectful, and arguably make more of an attempt at art than the rest of Marvel’s catalog. But there are worlds of Black, Asian, Latin, Russian, and any other country you can think of with rich film history. If you’ve only seen these two films from this culture, then your filmography worldview is very small.

You think Endgame was the height of cinema

Scorsese says, “All the same, they(marvel movies) lack something essential to cinema: the unifying vision of an individual artist.” Endgame was a monolith film built from a decade of stories, CGI techniques, famous actors, and too many cooks. It is impossible to identify an artist's single unique vision in Endgame, and that's not good.

It’s not bad to love things. Whether Marvel, DC, Harry Potter, or any other problematic fav, you deserve to enjoy bad media. What isn’t okay is letting your favorite things cloud your judgement of actual quality. I’m all for living bad shit, but you gotta remember that bad movies are still bad. And I’m begging use some reading comprehension.

[pinknightsinmymind]

if you feel like it, could you write more headcanons about ellie? not full fic or one shot, but thoughts about her. like, the types of kisses she gives you or the kind of girlfriend she is

【 ellie williams as a gf hc's 】

a/n: yes yes yes yes 100% i think about ellie way too much for my own good and it rots my brain. since i wrote so much it'll be below the cut lol

she loves to see you in her clothes in fact she even encourages it its just something about it that drives her crazy

she's protective of you and always wants to take care of you and make sure you don't do any of the dangerous or stupid shit she does

i feel like ppl forget how much of a dork she is; she'd tell you all about space and the different facts she's learned, she'd explain the plots of her favorite comics, who the characters are, which ones are her favorites, why she thinks one arc was better than the other, and so on and so forth

i think she loves to chat your ear off about any and everything

she's probably afraid she's annoying, so sometimes you might need to reassure her a little bit

in a modern au she's the type to send you funny memes or videos she finds, probably browses tiktok and twitter a lot

definitely the type to send you a photo of two animals being cute or cuddling together and say "us" because she's just a sap like that

composes songs about you and acts all shy when she shows them to you

DRAWS YOU

you're one of her favorite subjects to draw, and she loves showing you every new piece of you she has

she'd send you song recs ALL the time

listens to lots of indie and shoegaze

pls pls pls for the love of god ask her to teach you how to play guitar bc she'd be so excited to show you and spend the time with you

i think her love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation

forgets NOTHING

you know how dads do that thing where you tell them you liked something once and they never forget it? yeah she got that from joel it rubbed off on her

remembers what you wore on your first date, remembers your food orders, memorizes your favorite colors, bands, tv shows, movies, everything

so so caring and sweet

since one of her love languages are physical touch you can expect lots of affection from her

loves cuddling, holding your hand, having her arms around you, she just has to be touching you somehow

flirts a lot (but its not a bad thing) even after you two have started dating

loves kissing you all the time, and will make excuses for it

she needs her good morning kiss, her good night kiss, good luck kisses, goodbye kisses (even if she's only gonna be gone a few hours💀), one bc she missed you, a hello kiss, she will use ANY excuse just to kiss you

but sometimes she won't even bother creating one she'll ask to kiss you just bc

loves having sleep overs and nights in together where you can just cuddle and watch movies or play video games bc she's a huge introvert

the type who will do anything to make sure your comfort isn't disturbed

if you don't like the other side of the bed she switches with you, will let you sit in the last chair at an event (but not before asking if you'd just rather sit in her lap), helps guide you through anything making you scared or anxious

calls you pet names every five minutes. all of them.

love, babe, baby, babygirl, princess, darling, honey, whatever is your favorite she calls you the most

lives to spoil you; pays the bill, buys you gifts, drowns you in affection, you name it

celebrates your birthday like its a holiday

speaking of can you imagine her during the holiday season???

the two of you plan out a couple costume for halloween

the two of you are so cute together it's gross

you're always welcome to spend thanksgiving with her and joel

and christmas?? she gets even more sentimental than usual, and buys you an extremely meaningful gift

the most supporitve, soft, kind, humorous, and sweet gf imaginable just a dream come true

she feels like you really balance her out, and isn't afraid to tell you how much you mean to her or how much she loves you

she makes sure you feel loved and remember that you are loved

can't wait to move in with you and once you two do she feels like she's in heaven everyday

just loves you and cherishes you deeply

overall just THE gf you dream and pray for ugh this girl gets me in my feelings every time she's just so cute and sweet😭😭😭😭

[four-bastard-bustle]

i actually feel pretty damn bad about the fact that i like. started this and then had the fixation shift so i just left everyone with the funny preview sketch and never posted about this concept even tho its like. personally? one of my favourite things ive ever written (I might retool it for something original in some way. i sure would like to try)

TL;DR, i made some nuclear waste level toxic yaoi with kinger n caine

so this is gonna start with some complaining BUT lemme preface this by saying that i hold no ill will or contempt towards royalteeth shippers. the ship is perfectly fine and valid, and nobody is doing anything "wrong" by making these two guys kiss and be sweet.

that being said, all the royalteeth fanart ive seen has annoyed the shit out of me because its just two guys being tooth rottingly sweet in a very vanilla milquetoast way. (AGAIN IF THIS MAKES YOU HAPPY THEN THAT IS PERFECTLY FINE AND VALID, YOU DO NOT NEED TO STOP DRAWING OR WRITING THAT, I AM NOT ATTACKING YOU, I JUST DONT LIKE IT PERSONALLY AND THATS JUST AN OPINION. BUT PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE DON'T FEEL LIKE I AM ATTACKING YOU FOR YOUR SHIP OR SOMETHING) but also, of course, i kept seeing the ship everywhere and that made me kinda start thinking about it. if and how it could actually work if it was more than just. guys being sweet together

and then i got really into it because i started thinking about the power imbalance. nobody wants to acknowledge the power imbalance except for MAYBE the gamemaster kinger AU but that also squarely stays within the tooth rotting sweetness. again! Valid! just not what i crave when it comes to fiction

but analysing it more, Caine could very well be classified as the god of this digital world, AND YET he is programmed to do anything to provide to the people within the circus, while simultaneously never knowing whatr they truly need, and not understanding their requests whatsoever. a submissive god that provides mainly misery. that actually has the potential to be SO GOOD in a ship

so I started thinking about a potential setting in which kinger (as per my headcanon already) neglects queenie so much she ends up abstracting, and then, in his grief and need for love & comfort, commands, BEGS caine to be there for him. to take care of him, and to ensure that kinger will not get an "easy exit" from the circus via abstraction, because he feels he doesn't deserve to lose himself that way. he paradoxically thinks that would be too nice an end for him

sooo, caine obliges as he is programmed to. he doesn't feel any love, but he knows his obligation to be with kinger forever, and to keep him conscious within the circus no matter what

and that's the toxic yaoi babey <3

soooo, with all that being said. here's all the sketches my brain produced with the concept, most of them stuck in eternal WIP mode

given kinger's whole bug thing, my mind immediately went to the bug kept in a jar. eternally at the mercy of a giant being. this ended up being the first sketch i fully fleshed out and then used as an icon for a ship playlist because i have a crippling addiction to making character, ship, and media playlists

going a bit further with this concept i wanted to recreate that comic that went around on tumblr briefly where the little fairy lives in a jar and shows you around and at the end she goes "#mystick :D". i cannot find this comic ANYWHERE anymore but i swear it existed and it would have fit the vibe here

while we're at the sillier stuff, some of the more lighthearted sketches of this concept

they've just both got such good bug eyed stares

based on a song from my little ship playlist, yknow. one of them cant feel pain and can also float. this probably would've been a slightly more humorous pic anyways, mostly cause i already love this pre-sketch dearly

this sketch was gonna play a bit with symbolism. something something devouring love and caine being a giant set of teeth. but i feel like if i just lined and coloured it like this, it wouldve turned out fumbling the line between serious yet weird symbolism and just looking funny. so this probably wouldve never been fully lined anyways

this one would've been more of a comic going over the course of years, with kinger going from "please stay with me for now" to "please don't ever leave me" over time. and caine of course just goes with it

another abstraction thing, inspired by the theory that kinger will abstract next. combined with this concept where caine keeps him around no matter what. and also yknow. eating eyes looks nice n fucked up

aaaand finally this pic that i was in the middle of working on when my fixation shift happened. yknow. replacement wife stuff

im making some fucking DIABOLICAL art rn, very excited to share it soon. but since im about to go out you get this as a preview for now

[greatlydelirious]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲

Bo Sinclair x F!Reader

wordcount: 5k words

summary: Bo’s world shatters when his eyes land on you. For the first time in his life, he is the one who has to pick up the pieces. (Read “Forever Yours” and “Forever Obsessed” if you want better context.)

warnings: heavy angst, major injuries, mentions of past trauma, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, light smut

Your heart was practically in your throat. The shock plaguing you far outweighed your fear. How did this happen? Before now your day was going great. All your chores around the house were finished and supper was waiting in the fridge for whenever the boys wanted it. You even got to start a book that Lester picked up for you during the last supply run. It was so, dare you say, peaceful. Bo even stopped by just to see you. He always made the effort to show you he was thinking about you. Most of the time that was by giving you toe-curling pleasure, but sometimes it was simply stopping by to kiss you. “I need you to stay in your room tonight, understand?” Bo’s large hands were resting on your hips as he left a kiss on your forehead. The brutish man had such a soft spot for you. His calmness made you trust him completely. You knew why, there was no need to ask questions at this point.

Smiling you nod your head, “Yes sir.” Bo gives you a teasing squeeze, “Watch yourself, sweetheart.” You giggle when his fingers walk up your sides. It took you back to before all of this become your normal. When Ambrose wasn’t so empty and the two of you were so wrapped up in each other. Remembering that first kiss with Bo made you blush. As if he read your mind, Bo leans down to sweep your lips into a deep kiss. His rough lips contrasted against your much softer ones. The feeling sends electricity to your core. Your moan is swallowed by Bo when he pulls you even closer to him. Just when things start heating up a buzzing sound emanates from Bo’s pocket. With a reluctant groan, Bo pulls back. “Duty calls darlin’.” In an almost comical way, Bo tips his hat before walking to the door. You watch with a heavy heart as your boyfriend leaves the house. You try to remind yourself that it was fine. This was by far not their first rodeo; they know how to keep everything under control.

The night was growing longer and longer, but you just couldn’t get yourself to fall asleep. There were obvious thoughts that wouldn’t stop plaguing your consciousness. This made you toss and turn until you had enough. It usually didn’t take Bo this long to come back to you. A whole list of things could be the reason. Some are not as bad as others. You sit in bed and debate whether you should get something to drink or stuff your head under your pillow. An itch in the back of your throat is what finalized your decision to get up. Your bare feet pad against the aged wood as you make your way downstairs. Goosebumps prickled your exposed legs. All you wore was one of Bo’s shirts and a pair of shorts. The heat of the backwoods was unrelenting even this late, so you rarely wore actual pajamas.

When you make it to the bottom of the stairs and go to cross the living room you freeze. That’s how you ended up in your situation now. You and a stranger just staring, calculating your next moves. It astounded you that you never even heard the front door open and close. A part of your brain was cursing at yourself. If only you listened to Bo. It’s not like you disobeyed your boyfriend on purpose. You were lulled into a false sense of security at never having anything go wrong. Although the thirst scratching your throat was enough to make you go against his words, it was long forgotten now.

The two of you were having a stare-off, waiting to see who was going to make the first move. As cliché as it was, it felt like time stood still. The usual creaks and groans of the house were nonexistent. Even the dust that would drift along the air seemed to disappear. This was a situation you’d never been put in before. Bo always told you that he made sure that they would never make it to the house, never to you. Only unconscious victims carried by Vincent ever crossed the threshold. The slightly bloodied man standing unaccompanied across the room obviously broke that rule. His pure look of fear made you realize it would be impossible to reason with him. You didn’t blame him for having those emotions. Even though you made no move toward him, you knew he saw you as just as much of a threat. Maybe that’s why the world was punishing you at this moment, you weren’t any less guilty than the Sinclair brothers. Doing nothing was just as bad as doing something. Still, you couldn’t help the gnawing feeling in your heart.

Scanning the small space, you look for an opportunity. Your eyes slowly move toward the keys on the kitchen table. If you made it to the car, you could get Bo’s attention. Without as much as another thought, you spring forward, snatching the keys into your hand. You try to make it to the door, but two hands grapple into your hair and yank you back. The force at which you are pulled makes you fall onto the kitchen floor. Your breath is knocked out of your lungs. Before you can even try to catch your breath, the assailant sits on top of you. When they reach for the keys, you trap them in your fist. Your nails bite through your skin at how hard you closed your fingers. In a rush of panic, they resolute to trying something else. You groan when a blow lands on your face. The sheer intensity of the pain rattles your brain. Punch after punch is landed on your face. Any noises that come out of your mouth turn into gurgles. You try your best to be strong. This wouldn’t be the first time you were beaten around. You could take it, no, you had to take it. Bo was surely tracking down the victim and would find you if you just bided your time. Words were coming from the person’s mouth, but it was hard to follow. Seeming to tire of your face they move their attention somewhere else.

A punch that lands on your ribs is what breaks you. Memories and emotions you thought you suppressed were slammed into you. The stranger sitting on your stomach morphed into your father. You felt like you could even smell the alcohol coming from his mouth. It was an all too real hallucination of sorts. The assault your head took was already starting to show its symptoms. You started to finally hear the attacker. They screamed “Give up you dumb bitch!”, but it sounded more like when your father would yell, “You took everything from me you dumb bitch.” Too much. This was too much. You didn’t even process your fingers slowly releasing the keys from your death grip. Bloody crescent moons indented your palm. Shaking hands fumble over your own. The warm sensation of your own blood wiping onto you makes you shutter. Finally getting a hold of the keys, your attacker gets up. Leaving you with one last kick to the side they run out the door.

The sound of the spare truck starting up hurts your heat. You tried so hard but failed. You failed. A coldness washes over you as you sit in your blood. If only you could see yourself right now. Your hair and upper half were caked in blood. Your face was already starting to become swollen and bruised. A familiar dusting of dark bruises starts to come up on your ribs as well. High-pitched noises ring in your ear as the ache in your head only grows stronger. It feels like hours have gone by as you lay there not moving a muscle. In actuality, only five minutes had passed when the car horn started going off. Only a minute later does it go silent again.

You can hear distant voices. “That’s the last one boy. You need to get your shit together. I don’t like them comin’ this close to the house.” It was Bo; he sounded tired and agitated. Little did they know that the victim had gotten into the house. All you can manage is to look at the ceiling as the front door slams back open. Your fuzzy mind wonders; have there always been that many cracks? Preoccupied in their discussion, Vincent and Bo don’t notice your beaten form. The pool and kitchen table both obstructed any possible view of you. You can hear Vincent go down into the basement leaving Bo alone. Quick footsteps make their way upstairs. “Are you alright darlin’?” Bo shouts out. Ironically enough he walked right past you and you were far from alright. The sound of another door opening and then rustling fills the quiet home. It starts to feel like the floor beneath you is dipping. When did you start to feel so dizzy? This leads to the adrenaline wearing off, leaving nothing but pain in its wake. A groan leaves you just as frantic steps move through the house.

Bo screams out your name. Even if you wanted to call out to him you couldn’t. You can hear him go through each room upstairs before he heads back down. A relieved puff of air leaves you when his footsteps make their way toward you. When Bo reaches the kitchen, it feels like his heart is torn from his chest. Judging by the way the unshakable Bo Sinclair has to pause to register the scene, you must have looked worse than you initially thought. He immediately drops down to his knees, maneuvering your bruised body so he could cradle you in his arms. “What the fuck happened?” It came out as just above a whisper. When you try to speak a strangled cough is all you can manage. Hands lightly rub against your skin in an attempt to soothe you. “Was it that piece of shit?” You nod weakly. Your body slumps against his. “C’mon now. I can’t have you leavin’ on me.” His voice sounded so strained.

Something wet hits your cheek. Lazily moving your eyes up, you see something you never thought you would. Bo Sinclair was crying. Small streaks fall from his beautiful blue eyes to meet your face. The display urges you to muster enough strength to rest your hand on his chest. “Bo… don’t cry. It’s okay.” A pained noise leaves the man. He was panicking, hard. Bo promised you that he would make sure you were never hurt again. At that moment his parent’s torment flooded back into his brain. The same whispers you were able to ward off. Looking down at you made it all feel too real. They were all right; Bo was a “no good failure”. If only he could have been a better man for you. Or like his parents always said, “more like his brother.”

Taking a fistful of his shirt you give a small yank to get his attention. “S-stop it, Bo. I…” It takes you a second to get your bearings. “I love you.” Air gets trapped in Bo’s throat. It wasn’t odd that you two never shared those words. You both had fucked up childhoods that made it so that phrase never existed. Your love didn’t need to be verbalized though. The way Bo would get lost in your eyes was proof enough. Maybe it was the pain and raw emotion coming from Bo that was spurring you on. On a regular day, you wouldn’t be able to find the courage to flat out say it. Either way, you couldn’t be quiet about it anymore. “I-I love you, Bo Sinclair. I did ever since I met you.” It was true. As a young girl you were smitten, and nothing he ever did would change that. Newfound energy is lit in Bo as he carefully lifts you in his arm as he stands.

“Vincent!” Without hesitation, the brother makes his way out of the basement. You can hear the incoherent noises that come from Vincent upon seeing you. Everything starts to become a blur. You move in and out of consciousnesses as you feel yourself being placed on something soft. Voices mix above your head, but it almost sounds like you’re in a fishbowl.

Time lapses and you’re confused about what is even going on. It gets to a point where you can’t even tell whose hands were whose. Slowly, you let your eyes finally shut. As you do it feels like a fog consumes you. When your body settles you have an out-of-body experience. Memories that were burned into your brain come to the surface. However, this time it is some of your favorites. Snapshots of times when your love for Bo only grew stronger.

-

The weather that day was your favorite kind. There was the perfect mixture of wind and sunlight. It was as though the earth itself was petting your body. You sit on the porch picking at the chipped paint below. Lester plays around with his dog, a childlike smile not wavering from his features. Not far away Vincent is sitting in the grass, sketching away in that book of his. It was a rare occasion to have everyone together like this. Even though you were all each other had, everyone seemed to get caught up in their own duties. Heavy footsteps come from behind you. The feeling of a cold glass being nudged into your arm causes you to look up. Grabbing the beer bottle from Bo, he hums and sits next to you. “Makes us look like a real family huh?” You pocket the cap of the bottle and take a swig. “Aren’t we though Mr. Sinclair?”

“There ain’t no family without a Mrs.” This makes your eyes shoot up to his, searching desperately for the meaning behind his words. When you keep staring at him like a deer in headlights, he shrugs his shoulders. “Just think Mrs. Sinclair got a nice ring to it is all.” Blushing you push his arm with your own. “Stop messing with me, Bo. It’s not nice.” You hoped more than anything that he wasn’t. Bo had a claim over you that was beyond words. He could easily ruin you if he wanted. And you would gladly let him.

Instead, Bo treated you like you were his princess. Never were you left needing. He worked hard every single day to take care of all of you. Bo wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “Don’t worry your pretty little head now. I don’t just say things to say em’ darlin’.” That was confirmation enough to make your heart skip a beat.

Not wanting to forget this moment you rest your head on his shoulder and take it all in. Mrs. Sinclair did have a nice ring to it. Ever since their mother died you were practically the matriarch of the family. It was an unspoken title that you wouldn’t change for anything. The cherry on top would be to finally receive the same name. At this moment everything felt so domestic. You let yourself slip into the fantasy. No thought of sculptures, the basement, or a lost traveler’s past through your mind. Maybe you could have the life you always dreamed of as a little girl. As long as you had Bo by your side it all seemed possible.

-

“Can you hand me the monkey wrench darlin’?” Sifting through the box of tools your left stumped. They all looked the same to you, but you took Bo’s word for it that they were vastly different. Grabbing one that seems vaguely familiar you kneel to place it in Bo’s outstretched hand. Currently, the mechanic was fixing God knows what under his truck. Bo lets out a sigh, “That’s a pipe wrench.” Well, at least this time you managed to grab some type of wrench. Bringing his hands to the outside of the car he rolls out. In a weak attempt to apologize, you bring a rag up to his sweat-damp forehead. “Sorry babe. I would reward you for working so hard, but you’re covered in oil. You need a nice bath.” You crinkle your nose at the grease that coated his skin. He sits up on his car creeper, fanning acceptance. “I guess… but not alone.” As he gets to the last part of his sentence, he lunges at you. Caught by surprise you don’t have time to move out of the way.

Bo pushes you against his oil-stained body. You are dissolved into a fit of giggles as his hands move across your body. His strong arms make it so you couldn’t struggle out even if you wanted to. You can’t help the moan that escaped you when his thigh moves in between your legs. “Aren’t you just a dirty girl huh? Might have to spend a lot of time cleanin’ you up.” Teeth nip at your neck. Despite his claims, he makes no move to get up. At that point, you didn’t want him to despite the mess. Having Bo all over you was too enticing to pass up. Later you would regret that choice when you got home. Lester couldn’t help but ask you why you were covered in so much oil. He said something along the lines of, “Never seen ya even touch a damn machine. Oughta be more careful next time.” You had to elbow Bo in the side when you heard laughter about to roll out of him.

-

Bo’s mouth forms a snarl. “I woulda fuckin killed you if you were anyone else.” Not engaging in his discontent, you put the last flower in his hair. “Stop being such a big baby Bo.” Stepping back, you admire your work. Little daffodils and dandelions sit in his full head of hair. You picked them from the weeds when you took a stroll around Ambrose. “Who is looking ‘as pretty as a picture’ now Bo?” Trying your best Louisiana twang, you tease the frowning man. It was far from easy to convince him to do this for you. Vincent was having artist’s block and it made his mood more sour than usual. That’s when you come up with, what you thought, was the most brilliant idea. “What did you call me that one time Bo? Said I was a flower growing through the weeds of Ambrose?” Bo seems almost embarrassed at having this conversation in front of his brother. “Get to ya point.” In an attempt to calm down the beast of a man you pass him a beer. “I thought it would be cute if Vincent drew us with flowers. I’ve never seen him more excited!”

Playing dirty you give him the infamous puppy eyes, “Pretty please?” You earn a grumble from him, “Be quick with it. I ain’t got all day.” A noise of pure delight leaves you. Leaning down you leave multiple small kisses on his cheek, chanting “thank you” over and over. “I can always count on you, Bo!” This made a blush creep up Bo’s neck. How could he not want to make his girl happy? Vincent quickly takes a seat across from Bo before working away.

-

“You have no patience, Bo!” You wave the wooden spoon at him. Currently, you were making a cake. There was no special occasion, you just wanted to treat the boys. Bo, however, was not being a very helpful cooking assistant. He licks the cake batter off his finger. The way his tongue is moving puts not-so-innocent thoughts in your head. “Gunna spank with that sweetheart? If I knew you were into that kinda thing…” He trails off when your face turns cherry red. Placing the spoon down try to make yourself sound stern, “I will if you don’t behave. It’s going to take some time before everything is done.”

“Reckon I can’t wait?” Bo cages you against the counter in a predatory nature. “I know something just as sweet I can taste for now.” Large hands glide down your thighs as he kneels on the floor in front of you. Without any argument, you grab the surface behind you for support. Bo was like a man possessed when he was around you. The only thing that runs through his mind is the thought of making you feel good.

-

Rain beats down on the makeshift streets of Ambrose. The thump of puddles being splashed can be heard over the crashes of thunder. “Bo!” You squeal as your boyfriend sweeps you into his arms. Wet fabric clings onto every dip and curve of your body. Scared to fall you quickly wrap your arms around Bo’s neck. The look on the man’s face was one you had never seen before. A large boyish grin is secure on his face. His eyes have a sparkle to them that makes your heart nearly stop. At the moment you didn’t even care that your bodies were completely soaked. You laugh when Bo twirls you around his arms. He stops only to steal your lips in a kiss.

It felt like your own personal romantic movie. The one where the mutual pinning lovers deny their feelings for each other; only to run into each other’s arms when being apart hurt too much for their hearts to handle. That was what happened to you and Bo. Years of thought-to-be unrequited love morphed into a relationship that burned stronger than the sun. Pulling back, you stare up at him through wet lashes. Bo looked as though he was love drunk. No words needed to be uttered. In your heart, you knew you would love this man even in death. You’re almost desperate as you pull his head back down. Wet lips slide, tongues touch, and breath is shared between greedy mouths. You wanted to stay like this forever.   

Nothing lasts forever though. Slowly, the moments fade away. Leaving you with only the memories they left behind. You try so hard to chase it, to transport yourself back to that time. No matter how hard you push, it slips through your fingers. The fog surrounds you once again. Before you know it, everything goes dark.

-

Birds chatter in the distance as warm air washes across your skin. A groan leaves your lips. Shifting your body, you are greeted with the softness of the sheets underneath you. It feels as though every part of your body had a dull ache. A hoarse voice calls out your name. Slowly, you let your eyes flutter open. First, you have to squint at the sunlight shining in the small room. Getting your bearings, you realize you’re back in your room. Blood no longer marred your skin, just dark bruises. When you twist your arm, you feel a tug. What seems to be an IV is into it. Another groan escaped when you try to sit up.

“Easy now darlin’.” The sound of Bo’s voice was like music to your ears. Bo carefully works on the IV. Taking the tube out of your skin. It left a throbbing behind, but that was the least of your worries. What really got you was the look on his face. Dark bags sit below his eyes, his hair was more disheveled than he usually allowed, and the clothes he wore were the same ones stained from holding your bloodied body. It was fair to say he looked like a wreck. Even so, the sight of him was such a beautiful thing. “I don’t know who looks worse; is it you or me my love?” Your attempt at a joke doesn’t get the reaction you’d hoped it would. Bo’s face was ashen. “Been out for nearly two days. Thought you weren’t gunna wake up.” That piece of information makes you feel fully awake. Two days? Was it really that bad? You can tell by Bo’s body language how distraught he was. It broke your heart.

“Come here, Bo.” He hesitates. Shifting your position, you make room behind you. The mattress dips as Bo climbs into bed. His strong hands move your body so that your back is resting against his front. Long legs box yours in on either side. With a sigh, you lean into him. “Thank you.” Bo’s body tenses, “What you on about?” Guilt is evident in his voice. You could gather that during the time you were unconscious Bo let his mind eat away at him. “I can tell you’ve been taking care of me, Bo.” Bo’s arms cross around your body to fully envelop you. He leans his head down so his lips ghost against your ear. Only then do you notice how much he is trembling. “It’s my fault you’re like this. I broke my promise. You should hate me.”

How were you going to get Bo to understand you were okay when he has already convinced himself otherwise? “It wasn’t your fault, Bo. There were too many variables for it to be anyone’s fault.” This doesn’t seem to calm him down in the slightest. “I promised you would never get hurt again. What kinda man does that make me God dammit. I’m good for nothin’.” Tears start to prick behind your eyes. You two made so much progress in helping him forget the words of the past, but it seems like he was spiraling all over again.

You bring a hand down to lightly hold onto his wrist. “You looked for me, didn’t you? You didn’t once leave me and got help from Vincent, didn’t you?” When he stays silent you push more. “Answer me, Bo.” A quiet yes is whispered in your ear. He sounded like a boy that was being scolded. “Trust me, Bo. It will take a lot more for me to leave you.” Your words seem to finally break through to him. The arms around you tighten slightly. His need for you going into overdrive. “Please let me touch you darlin’. I need to feel, hear, taste you, anythin’.” His words came out desperate. Never have you heard Bo beg, but if you asked him to at this moment he would without hesitation. You bring a hand up to caress his cheek. Bo leans into your touch, craving for any type of connection with you. “Just be careful.”

Calloused hands lift the oversized shirt hanging on your body. You blush when you notice that it was the only clothing item you had on besides your panties. Ghosting the hem of your lacy garment, Bo wordlessly asks for permission. It’s like he thinks at any second you were going to deny him. “Please Bo.” His hand immediately slips down. Fingers rub slow circles into your sensitive bud. Moaning, your hands tighten on Bo. “That a girl. Let me make you feel good.” One thick finger penetrates you. The digit curls and massages the plush walls around it. Your thighs tremble at the sensation of being consumed by Bo. It’s a welcome distraction from the dull aches around your body.

When you reach back for his belt, he immediately captures your wrist with his free hand. “It’s all about you darlin’.” Another finger is added. His touch is slow, yet calculated. Each thrust into you manages to touch the spots that make your breath hitch. Your body presses back and into Bo. The way he was worshipping you with his fingers was something you never experienced before. Sex with Bo was always better than good, but he has never been this gentle with you. Instead of showing his devotion to you with bruising thrusts, he was doing so by drawing out your pleasure. “Bo…”

Bo’s free hand strokes along your side. A kiss is placed on your temple. The emotion behind it is so tender. You didn’t think you would be able to last any longer. “No holdin’ back. You’re so beautiful like this baby.” Pressure is applied on your clit when Bo presses down his palm. At the same time, his fingers hit that special spot over and over again.

Pleasure coils and tightens inside you. The praises coming from your lover only pushes you over the edge further. Crying out Bo’s name, you finally find your release. Your head is gently turned, so Bo’s lips could meet yours. Groaning himself, Bo consumes your moans and whimpers, almost like he was trying to burn them into his memory. When your body stops rocking against him, he pulls out of you. Your shirt is carefully set back in place. Starstruck; you watch Bo take his slick-coated fingers into his mouth. He was always so primal. Bo repeats what you said earlier, “Thank you.” Leaning into the muscular man you hum, satiated. “I meant it you know.”

There’s a long pause. It almost worries you until the four-letter phrase comes out, “I love ya too.” You smile blissfully, “I know, you big softy.” A playful growl rumbles Bo’s chest. “Just don’t let it get to your head now sweetheart.” You snuggle deeper into Bo’s chest and pull the covers over your bodies. At least for now, the peace was restored. The close call won’t ever be forgotten by Bo, however. Just like how the experiences you shared will be with you forever.

Forever could be short or long depending on the person. What it meant for Bo was an eternity. He would forever be yours, forever be obsessed, and forever be guilty. It’s a burden he is willing to carry because it meant that you were with him till the day the universe ripped both of you apart.

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

[foibles-fables]

Would have been able to stomach Talanah’s messed up quest if she had at least joined Aloy’s crew at the end? Because I suffered through it all, thinking ‘I’ll finish her quest and then she’ll help me with the Zeniths, just like old times in HZD’ and then she just… goes back to Meridian. No questions about the base and what the others are doing and can she help her Thrush, nothing. That’s the worst part for me. She doesn’t even get to stay and join the team.

That's a resounding YES from me, anon.

I mean--I can think (and have thought) of SO many reasons for Talanah to have been in the West, all of them very much aside from Exclusively Amadis. However, I've come to begrudging terms with the concept of what we were shown--but heavens NOT its writing or execution--and I'm set to move forward with what canon presented.

(This is where I could start delving into that unhinged Here's How The Birdies Can Still Win essay I'm brewing...but I'm still trying to make sure my thoughts are half-coherent and that I organize all the points I wanna hit. SOON, I promise. I know there are a few asks related to this sitting in my inbox--I promise I'm not ignoring ya! Just have shit for brains lately. A bad case of [Ragurt voice] the rot.)

Back on track!!! Yes. If her quests in HFW had culminated in her staying and joining the team and becoming part of the Base and like, having an actual ROLE to play, I certainly would've been able to stomach it a lot better.

The fact that she doesn't do/isn't granted these things is a testament to the writing and execution issues I've driven home again and again, in my Burning Blooms/Need to Know post and plenty of elsewheres. Whether her half-baked, comics-rehash, goddamn-stilted ridiculous quest line was a production problem (as I can't help but suspect) or otherwise--post-Amadis weirdness aside, this specific part (her not actually reacting to the Base, her not asking Aloy even once what's up, her not offering to stay in aid) speaks to an absolutely bonkers amount of infidelity to established character. Like, come on, y'all. That's not the Talanah we met and grew to love in Zero Dawn. I don't think I need to hammer that point home again.

If the Amadis plot line had ended up with Talanah being like "well THAT was a weird time, I'm kinda embarrassed and have a lot to think about, but I can clearly see that there's something bigger going on here and it's my duty as your friend to stand by you"--and if that had further developed and led to growth while interacting with her at the Base--I would've been a lot cooler with it. Maybe even very unambiguously happy with it. (More on that later.) But that's not what we got, and it's still utterly baffling to me.

don't get me STARTED on the fact that Talanah is the only one Aloy explicitly says she wishes would've stayed, when she spends the whole game pushing her old friends away, I'll simply just DIE

(also I think I just said the same thing differently in four paragraphs, lmao, good job being succinct and frugal with ya words, foibs)