#long ass post whoops

[trlvsn]

Listen, can you tell me more about your art process? Because honestly everything from your sketches to the final product is amazing and I'm really curious to know how you go about it.

i am finally neither drunk nor hungover so i can reply to this properly! honestly, never expected an ask like this bc this is like. for the good (tm) artists. i started drawing in february, as well as this blog, and i'm still finding and changing things!

either way, what i strongly advise to think about first is a good idea and a good composition: first more important than last, but a drawing can just be hard to look at if it's not well-organized. for some reason, i like to do triangles with a detail in the center to which attention will be naturally drawn.

once i figure out what i want, i start doing multiple sketches: a very rough one with no reference and very thin repetitive lines, then a better one with references and corrections, and then a finer one, with thick strokes. here, you see the final sketch (still not lineart, though), and this is also where i put a base in the background: i find working with a white bg to be inconvenient, and it does add somewhat of an undertone.

then i do the lineart in thinner and better strokes! i'm still playing with the brushes and customizing them, but here are the ones i use rn in ibis paint:

i later go a layer below lineart and fill in the simple colors. even if i plan on making the light green later or using some interesting shadow colors, right now i imagine the lighting is simple and white. i put on the basic shadows by using the multiply layer and some dull pinks.

as you can see, i also color the lineart later with a clipping tool. frankly, by this point, the drawing looks bad. that's where i use the multiply layer again:

in this case, i added light by coloring some parts of the layer with a lighter contrasting color, but sometimes i just erase parts for really bright lighting in an otherwise dark setting, like in the beanix, kristoph and maya drawings in the first picture.

i add light with a normal layer by color-picking, and sometimes just go over the whole thing with a normal layer as well to correct small imperfections. i only use stuff like blurring and hard light layers for the candles, as i like to keep a certain roughness to the drawing.

uhh, what else is there? i do love doing a spot-the-symbolism moment like, everywhere, especially in the fey clan pieces... but i feel the most important part is painting not an image, but a character. this is why I'm so fond of painting from a live model: you don't capture a singular moment, you compile millions of images into one, this capturing the essence of the person, locking time with paint. that's, of course, not the case here, i just like to talk.

either way, just have fun with it!! duplicate your drawings to experiment, use clipping tools, learn some composition and color / shading basics, make things stand out!!

and thank you so much for the compliment:)

#long ass post whoops #raysfanart #raysanswers #fanart #art tips

[guilty-pleasure-writings]

Movie Night - The Triplets

F/M/M/M (all cis) reader insert smut-fic featuring @eldritch-spouse's demon OCs, Ludwig, Obie, and Mervin. Ya'll can read this even if you're not familiar with the characters. It's very NSFW, 4000 words. Divider by firefly-graphics.

Hurt/comfort with emphasis on the comfort. Smut and a tiny bit of fluff. The sex is consensual, but there are dubcon elements (one kink is not discussed before hand or agreed upon). These characters are yanderes in their natural environment, but this piece is entirely mild on that front.

So without futher ado:

(reader who is typically self-assured and mildly controlling, and for unspecified reasons is currently living in perdition) 

When you open the door to Katia’s, Ludwig is the first person you see. He straightens at your appearance, both intrigue and concern duelling for control of his features. The concern wins out when you don’t smile. No boasting or joviality at your bruises, and the smear of blood. No comment on the obvious scrap you’d gotten yourself into. When you step into the circle of his arms, silent, and lean in for a hug, he’s entirely shocked. Your mood must really be down if you’re looking for comfort.  

“You okay?” 

You don’t want to talk about it, closing your eyes and pressing your face against his shoulder instead. The bruises would heal. The scrapes would fade. You were depressed more than anything. It’s an effort for you to shrug. To reply. “Long day.” 

Hesitant, he pats you on the back. You don’t typically go to the triplets for comfort, and you’re not sure they know how to give it, but it soothes you regardless. 

“Why don’t you wash up? There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom.” 

You grunt your acknowledgement and leave him, flustered and covered in blood. You take your time in the shower, letting the hot water loosen your muscles. It stings as it runs over your open cuts. The defensive wounds on your forearms burn. It’s a welcome burn. One you have control over.  

Ludwig paces in the lounge. Tries to will his arousal away. Seeing you covered in blood is definitely stirring, but your sombre mood put a dampener on things. He wonders how much the mask is slipping if you can’t even pretend to be okay right now.  

Hastily he texts his brother. ‘U can stop looking. She’s home.’ 

‘Condition?’ 

Ludwig frowns. ‘Seems kinda bummed.’ 

‘Idiot. I mean is she still possessed?’ 

‘Don’t think so. She walked in herself.’ 

He stows his phone when you return, dressed in sweatpants and a loose top. You’re covered in a patchwork of bandaids and bandages, and Lud distantly wonders if he should have helped apply them. Probably. 

You sprawl on the couch where you’ve been crashing with a sigh, and Ludwig blanks on what to do. You’re not usually this despondent. 

“Can I sit with you?” 

He gets a thumbs up. 

He takes a tentative seat, surprised when you roll over and snuggle up to him.  

You lose track of time, snapping to attention when Katia wanders in and starts fussing. “You look terrible, love. Are you okay?” 

You shrug away the memory of being piloted like a meatsuit. “Nothing that won’t heal. I’ll live.” 

The demon frowns, your depression and energy as obvious to her as the blood and cuts are to her son. “Tsk. Get some rest, love. I’ll tell Obie you’re home. He’ll cook you up something nice, I’m sure.” 

You watch her leave, eyes catching on the purple figure in the doorway. Mervin had arrived.  

You manage to dredge up a little smile. Pat the couch beside you in invitation. 

He seems surprised to be invited, but joins you. He’s even more taken aback when you wriggle over, putting your head into his lap, and resting your feet in Ludwig’s. You wouldn’t admit it aloud, but you’re feeling more than a little touch starved. 

“Did you want to watch a movie?” Ludwig supplies helpfully. 

You shrug, eyelids drooping closed. “Sure. Something light-hearted maybe.” 

For once the pair don’t bicker over the remote, and soon some cartoonish plot is playing out on the screen nearby. Ludwig starts to rub your feet, and you let out a content sigh, nearly groaning at the contact. Hesitantly, Mervin’s fingers tangle in your hair. You lean into the touch, letting out another little noise, and soon he’s rubbing your scalp and combing out your trusses. 

You close your eyes, just listening to the movie, when there’s a touch at your shoulder. Obie is crouching in front of the couch. “Did you eat today?” 

Your stomach rumbles at the mention of food. “Don’t think so.” 

The yellow demon frowns. “Let me get you something?” 

With all you’ve seen today, you’re not confident in your appetite, but you shrug. Obie’s cooking is always a treat. “M’kay.”  

You’re wedged between Mervin and Ludwig when he returns with a tray absolutely laden with hot food. You look at the array with raised brows. 

“Obie...” 

He winces at your tone. 

“Sugar... honey... muffin... sweetcakes...” 

“For fuck's sake,” Mervin groans. “He gets it.” 

Obie is still concerned, but his cheeks are reddening with the nicknames.  

“You’re going to have to get another spoon. I can’t eat all this alone.” 

The demon brightens at your solution before racing off. When he’s back you both rip into the meal, with Obie glancing at you between bites, trying to gauge your reaction.  

You’re tired, but not so tired that you can’t yearn for the normalcy of a sweet moment. With that in mind you sample one of the dishes, and offer him your spoon. “Try this. It’s good.” 

His whole countenance brightens, and he leans forward to take your offering, tongue slipping out to clean the whole length of the fork, brushing your fingertips teasingly. 

You roll your eyes at him, conjuring a tired smile. When the food is gone (Obie ate most of it), you relax back onto the couch. The gluttony demon sits on the floor by your feet, the four of you bathing in silence, decompressing after a long day.  

You reach out and stroke the skin between his horns. “Thanks Ob.” 

“Can I get you anything else, Peach?” 

You close your eyes and hum. “Maybe some chocolate.” 

He’s back before you can open your eyes, a whole block of your favourite brand in hand. You smile appreciatively, but instead of reaching out to take the treat, you open your mouth and lean forward. “Aah.” 

Obie’s face darkens with blush. “You want me to..?” 

You nod, impatient. It’s fun messing with him like this. He’s cute when he’s flustered. 

His fingers shake when he breaks off a piece and feeds it to you. 

Mervin snorts. “Pfft. Loser.” 

You pinch him and let Obie finish feeding you. When half a block of chocolate is gone, you withdraw, sprawling out over Merv and Lud again, letting them ply you with soft touches and affection. 

“Thank you,” you make sure to meet Obie’s eyes, drawing out the words. 

He flushes before turning around to lean against the couch, drawing his knees up to hide what can only be a growing erection. 

You nearly drift off, to be honest, spreading your legs a little, and angling your hips up when Ludwig massages higher, making his way up your calves and rubbing at your thighs. The tension finally leaves your body, and you stare up at Mervin with a sleepy smile.  

He blinks at your expression, probably unused to such displays of softness.  

Ludwig is massaging your inner thighs when arousal stirs within you. You squirm, face warming at his persistent touches. You don’t know if he’s doing it intentionally, if he has the patience – he's certainly taking his time, working his way back down your legs. You nearly frown as his hands move in the direction opposite to what you want. 

Mervin is still watching you, his cheeks sporting a hint of blue – you realise you hadn’t seen him blush before. It’s cute.  

Spontaneously you make a ‘come hither’ motion with your finger, grinning up at him. 

Brows raised, he leans down, “What?” 

You link your arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him.  

He goes still. The hands on your legs also freeze. If your eyes were open, you’d roll them. Instead, you slip your tongue into Mervin’s mouth, pulling him closer. 

Finally, past the surprise, he kisses back, one arm supporting below your waist, the other working its way back into your hair. Hands resume movement on your legs, rubbing along your thighs. Lud’s claws are starting to dig into your flesh, and you know he’d rip your pants off if you let him. But you’ve no intention of rushing this. 

Then Mervin grips your hair, making a fist near your scalp, angling your head back so he can suck at your throat. You hum appreciatively, going loose and pliant under his lips.  

Obie whips his head around at the noise, finally noticing the commotion behind him. Nobody is watching the movie anymore.  

Ludwig huffs, losing patience and pulling you upright, onto his lap. Mervin rumbles with displeasure, but only for a moment. Your back is pressed against Ludwig’s chest, and he takes over for Mervin, kissing your neck, sucking a line of bites and hickeys along your shoulder. Your legs are spread and pinned open with his own. 

He’s rougher than his brother, and you tremble and whimper each time he bites too hard or grips you too tightly. Still, you’re exactly where you want to be, and you wouldn’t dream of pulling away. 

You blink and Obie is sitting between your knees, hands going to your waistband. It’s not hard to guess what he’s planning.  

“Tsk,” you warn him.  

He pauses, and if his eyes could open any further you know he’d be giving you a puppy dog stare. 

“We have all night.” 

He pouts. 

You hope he backs down. You’d really like to take this slow, and you’re not in the mood to have a standoff. But all is forgotten when Lud pulls your shirt up.  

Obie’s attention immediately switches to your breasts; full and unclothed. You hadn’t put on a bra after your shower, and you can’t help but blush at the attention.  

You tremble and arch when he moves to mouth at those, drenching them with drool. You hadn’t realised that with his long tongue, he’d manage to lick both at once, but it’s certainly a pleasant surprise. You whimper with anticipation at the threat of his teeth, their needle points grazing your flesh.  

There’s another hand on your leg. Warmth at your side. Mervin has sidled up and is watching the exchange intently, his hand creeping up your thigh, to the top of your pants. This time you don’t stop them, instead spreading your legs further.  

Ludwig huffs against your ear. “Needy.” 

You ignore him, bucking your hips with desire. You don’t remember the last time you were caged in like this, and it leaves you feeling high with excitement.  

Mervin’s fingers dip past your waistband, into your underwear. He traces your folds, finding your growing wetness before smearing it over your clit. 

You jolt with the contact, letting out another whine.  

“Be still,” Ludwig orders before latching back onto your neck. 

You try. But between the teeth at your shoulder, the attention to your breasts, and the gentle but precise touches at your core, it doesn’t take long before you’re seizing and jerking as you come. Juices flood your underwear, and you shake with aftershocks. 

Mervin pulls back his hand, sucking his fingers dry. At the motion Obie pauses to growl. “I wanted to taste her first.” 

You’re too relaxed to resist. In fact, you sympathise with Obie enough that you grab one of his misshapen horns and guide him towards your crotch. 

Ludwig chuckles behind you. “You’re forgetting something, babe.” 

You frown and whine. 

“Strip.” 

Ah. That would help.  

You wriggle until you can get your pants around your ankles, not helped in the slightest by the wrath demon holding you open. He does release you long enough for you to remove your shirt, though. When you’re done, you hesitate, some clarity coming back to you. Mostly naked on a couch surrounded by demons, it’s the most vulnerable you’ve let yourself feel in a long while.  

Obie doesn’t wait any longer, pressing his face between your thighs. There’s a single, exploratory lick as he tastes you, slurping up the evidence of your previous orgasm. He groans, enthralled by the taste. Then his tongue is filling you, and you jerk at the sudden intrusion.  

Ludwig holds you tight, burying his teeth in your shoulder and drawing blood. He reaches around to cup your breasts, claws digging into your skin.  

You don’t have room to focus on the pain, instead occupied by the glutton’s tongue, and how thoroughly it fills you. You’d suspected its capabilities, but if you’d known it’d feel like this, you’d have jumped Obie sooner.  

He writhes inside you, poking and prodding in places that are almost uncomfortable, before backing off to caress and stroke other parts of you. It’s- barely describable. Definitely a welcome sensation. Pressure builds inside of you – no, he’s not squeezing more of his tongue inside (yet) - he’s rubbing against your g spot. The pressure is another orgasm building.  

You’re not sure if you’re able to come again so quickly, but the choice is taken away from you by force when Obie grips you by the thighs and stuffs himself deeper.  

“Ffffuck,” you groan through your high, arching against Ludwig and coming again.  

Obie doesn’t stop. Ludwig doesn’t stop. Mervin grips you by the hair and pulls your face to his, devouring you in another steaming kiss. You can barely focus on it, your mind emptying as your orgasm is prolonged and drawn out until you’re a shaking mess (did you just come from penetration alone?). 

You don’t know how much time passes before the glutton comes up for air. He licks his lips with a flourish, looking satisfied. You’re flushed, staring at him through bleary eyes.  

He barely notices, instead ducking back down for seconds. 

Ludwig growls. “It’s my turn.” 

Obie pauses, leveling that almost puppy dog stare at his brother. “But she’s so tasty.” 

“Don’t care. You had a go.” 

You’re suddenly aware of the hardness pinned against your back. The length of it is mouth-watering. And you’re more than a little fuckdrunk right now. Enough that you don’t think before you speak. “Both.” 

There’s a silence as the triplets stare at you, brows raised.  

You writhe against Ludwig’s grip. “Please. Now. Both.” 

Mervin grins. “You heard the lady. She’s enough of a slut – I'm sure you’ll both fit.” 

You whimper at the comment, grinding back against Ludwig. You might not be able to come again, but you don’t want the pleasure to stop. And you really want to be filled.  

Ludwig rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry about fit. I’m taking her ass.” 

You clench at the words, growing wetter with anticipation.  

Ludwig lifts you high enough to free his cock. Lowers you down on to it and moves you back and forth, using your slick to lube him up. With the combination of your juices and Obie’s drool, there’ll be no issue.  

Your heart starts pounding when he presses against your puckered entrance. He feels big, so big, and he hadn’t bothered stretching you, hadn’t bothered with prep.  

He sheaths himself and it hurts. By the Gods and the Icons, it fucking hurts. You’re no stranger to taking things up the ass. But usually carefully. Slowly.  

His hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your wail. You shake and seize, clawing at his arms, trying desperately to climb off, but his grip is steadfast.  

You just need to relax. You know the pain will fade, that you’ll fucking adore the sensation, that you just need to relax and it will be okay, but fuck. He’d really stuck his entire length in, in one go. 

You pound your fist against his thighs, hard as you can, cursing around his hand. 

He only groans in response. Then chuckles. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You’re so tight like this.” 

Even Obie is hesitating, waiting for you to adjust before rejoining. 

“Just breathe, babe,” Ludwig croons at you. “Or keep struggling, it’s really hot.” 

Tears slide down your cheeks but you listen to Ludwig. Clenching and unclenching over and over. It takes almost a whole two minutes before the pain fades. Before you’re able to relax against him, tension draining from your muscles. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs against your ear. Then he fucks you.  

His pace makes you gasp. Then whimper. Then moan. There’s no more pain, thank fuck, just breathlessness, and the sensation of being deliciously filled. Lud lifts you up and down on his lap with ease, treating you almost like a thing. A toy. 

You reach out, trying to brace yourself, and end up bent forward, with your arms wrapped around Obie’s neck. You whimper and cry and swear against his ear and he lets you, stroking your hair until Lud pulls you upright again, using one hand to pull your arms behind your back. 

At the loss of contact Obie blinks, snapping out of his daze. Then he grins at you and lowers himself back between your thighs, tongue darting out to taste you once more. He flicks at your clit, making you arch and whine, before dipping back inside.  

You gasp and shudder, limbs twitching. You don’t remember the last time you felt this full. This stuffed. You don’t know how they’re doing this, how Obie can coax more of his sinuous tongue inside of you. Ludwig slows his fucking, and you’re entirely grateful. You don’t think you have a millimetre to spare inside of you.  

You try to keep your eyes open, but everything is a blur. A wonderful, fuzzy blur. Your head lolls to one side and you lock gazes with Mervin. It’s no surprise to see him fisting himself, but you still groan at the sight. You lick your lips, filled with envy. Your hands twitch, and if Ludwig weren’t holding them firm you’d be reaching for the pride demon.  

He smirks at your reaction. “Aw. Does our pet want to touch?” 

You nod, nearly mindless at this point.  

His smile softens. “Later, lovely. You look a tad occupied at the moment.” 

You whine. It takes a monumental effort to string your words together. To remember the right things to say to the pride demon. “Please, Mervin. You look so good right now.” 

He purses his lips. Cheeks bluing some more. “Oh?” 

You don’t know how effective your begging is going to be when you’re teary eyed, your hair is plastered to your neck with sweat, and you can barely vocalise your thoughts with the way Mervin’s brothers are fucking you, but you still try.  

“-wanna touch, wanna taste, please, please, please, bet you’ll feel so good-” 

He goes silent, eyes narrowing as he tries to keep his composure. But the way he bites down on his lip and grips himself harder are easy tells.  

“-bet you’ll taste so nice-” it’s hard to speak between Ludwig’s thrusts, “-you look so hot right now-” your head is spinning. “Please Mervin,” you whine his name.  

Obie comes up for air to scowl at the pride demon. “Take a hint, Mer.” 

With the glutton out of the way, Ludwig pauses long enough to turn sideways, bending you forward so that you’re spread across the couch again, kneeling, with your head nearly in Mervin’s lap. He keeps hammering into you, but with the new angle you’re inches from Mervin’s cock.  

You crane your head to stare up at him, awaiting permission. Any other time it might chafe to do so, but you’re so buzzed right now that you have no problem sliding into the submissive role. 

His restraint breaks. Finally, he angles his hips towards you. “Go on, then.”  

There’s no finesse in your actions. The angle’s not ideal and it’s hard to get a good rhythm with Ludwig’s fucking, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. You’re practically drooling, mouthing at his cock and licking up the sides before sucking on the tip. You swirl your tongue around, trying to make him feel as good as you’re feeling, fitting as much of him into your mouth as you can; sloppy in your enthusiasm.  

The hands in your hair turn to fists, and soon he’s thrusting up into your mouth, making you cough and gag. You try to relax, focusing on just breathing and getting fucked at both ends. It’s a fruitless effort and soon your eyes are lined with reflexive tears. 

There’s no warning before Ludwig comes in your ass. You relish the way he twitches, clenching hard around him, wishing desperately that there was something in your cunt, or that you had some friction against your clit. You could probably come again with some assistance.  

You shudder when Ludwig pulls out, his cum leaking out of your hole. You can feel the stares on your ass, and can’t help but squirm, moaning around Mervin’s length. He’s deep enough in your throat that he can feel your noises. 

 Suddenly you’re wrenched off his cock and being led up by the hair.  

“Sit. Now.” 

He makes you straddle him, not even hesitating before grabbing you by the hips and plunging into your pussy.  

You thought Ludwig was rough. Mervin surprises you with the force of his thrusts, one hand still fisted in your hair while the other grips your thigh. Your jaw falls slack and you’re powerless to stop the sounds from escaping you. Obscene moans, breathless grunts; all manner of lewd sounds.  

“You. Noisy. Slut.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips. “You could have just said you wanted to fuck me. You must feel so honoured right now. I don’t do this to just anyone, you know.” 

His words blur together as you lose focus. You know he’s just talking himself up, that all you have to do is nod and agree. Still, you can’t help but tune back in when something brushes against your clit. You writhe when it presses harder, and a glance down reveals the spade of his tail pressed flush between you.  

“Are you going to come for me again, pet? Show me how good I make you feel?” 

Insufferable as he can be, you don’t plan to argue, spreading wider, trying to grind against his tail while keeping rhythm with his fucking. It’s nearly impossible. Your limbs feel like jelly, and you just want to collapse on top of the purple demon.  

You must look as fucked out and pathetic as you feel, because somebody takes pity on you; another pair of hands come to rest at your waist, lifting you up and down on Mervin’s length.  

You let yourself go slack; your arms give out and your face presses against Mervin’s shoulder. If you had more brain function left, you might be struck with just how arousing the situation is; somebody else pumping you up and down Mervin’s cock.  

You look down. Yellowed hands grip your waist. And past them Mervin’s tail still grinds against you; the demon now able to direct more attention to your clit.  

Part of your mind skitters towards the demon behind you. The strength of his grip and the press of his erection against your back. But he doesn’t do more than support you, lifting you up and down. You’re not sure if you’re glad or disappointed. Especially as your next (and hopefully last) orgasm starts to present itself; coiling in your core and making your legs shake. 

Mervin’s claws dig into your skin when he shudders and comes inside you. Obie lets go of your waist, but you keep grinding against Mervin’s lap, whimpering with need. He couldn’t stop now, not when you were so close.  

Somebody laughs. You’re released, collapsing into a heap on the couch. Pushed onto your back. Legs spread.  

The touches don’t stop. Thank fuck. 

Brutal pressure against your clit until you’re a shaking mess, gasping and coming with a series of ungodly noises.  

Then the room is still.  

You might just pass out. Partially, at least. There’s the sound of the tv, still going. Some voices, accompanied by gentle, but firm touches. 

“-put her clothes back on would ya-” 

“-needs to shower, idiot-” 

“-thought humans weren’t supposed to sleep in the shower?” 

You’re too floaty to care for the bickering, just appreciative when somebody dresses you and you’re sprawled across the couch again. There’s more discussion; soft, mindful of your presence. Then hands at your hair. Fingers at your legs again, unknotting any sore muscles. 

You crack your eyes open. It looks as if everyone has returned to their previous positions.  

Obie is sitting at the foot of the couch, his head a few inches from your own. He catches your stare and gives you a smile.  

‘You. Me. Later,’ you mouth to him.  

He flushes.  

#fuckkk it's finally written #i hope mommy pinnie likes it #i wrote it with my whole ass pussy #and i can't stare at it any longer because when i ruminate on smut for too long i start hating how i wrote it #obie totally got cucked here whoops #guilty writes #imma reblog this to my main writing blog too #ive just posted it here first since these are yanderes and might be better suited to this blog

[tastymarbar]

Kenji seems like the type of guy who would ask p3-kun to practice kiss with him. you know like, no homo and all that. just two dudes kissing for "practice".

#mar kenji posting #kenji tomochika #persona 3 #''hey dude you wanna practice kiss with me? not in like a gay way just for like... our future girlfriends y'know?'' #''...uh huh sure'' #p3-kun goes with a lot of bs in some of his SL he probably would go with this too #plot twist its all well and good until kenji realises he actually like kissing p3-kun #and suddenly it's not so no homo kissing practice with his bestie #and now he's feeling weird and oh god he can't possibly let p3-kun know this #except spoiler alert kenji is not subtle(tm) and p3-kun knew this whole time lmao #after ages kenji confesses what he's been feeling and p3-kun just bluntly states ''yeah i already knew that'x #and after a long time kenji finally confesses and p3-kun just goes ''yeah i already knew that ur not subtle dude'' #and kenji just stares at him flabbergasted bc tf you mean you knew this whole time?? and didn't say anything??? #(more spoiler alert p3-kun liked it to but he was too neurodivergent to say anything) #(they totally just sat there for like 10 minutes looking at the floor bc wtf do you even say after that) #whoops I'm gonna write a whole ass fic in the tags at this point #I'd actually write that but im not that great at writting orz #also hi if you read all that i hope you have a nice day :D

[veilder]

whenever you have the energy/are in the mood to talk about it: what are some of your North60 headcanons? >:)

Yes, hello! I would be elated to talk about my favorite violence perpetrators! :D Okay, so, first off, I think I need to get into some of my headcanons about each character on their own first?

Sixty:

For Sixty, I waffle back and forth. He's a very versatile character depending on how you want to use him in a story. Sometimes I want to emphasize his connection to CyberLife, his role as an antagonist, his struggles with being revived/becoming deviant, etc. Sometimes I wanna skip over all the angst and use him for comic relief. Sometimes I wanna plug him in to some RK Bro headcanons and do something emotional with him. But, no matter how I use him, there are some things that tend to stay consistent.

A certain resentment towards Connor: Even at his most docile, I always imagine Sixty harbors some sort of negative association with his twin? After all, every bit of his very short existence was centered on stopping Connor, his entire self-worth hinged upon it, and he failed. The way he has like a genuine panic attack in the ending where Connor manages to wake the AP700s really drives this home for me. And, to a lesser extent, his desperation during the interrogation scene with Hank, too, where you find out he has Connor's memories. I tend to manifest this as a certain inferiority complex, though the severity is very flexible depending on what I'm writing. Sixty is fun in that he can waffle between being a genuine threat or just being a silly sibling nuisance, but it all stems from the same place imo.

A lingering attachment to CyberLife/Amanda: This is something I tend to gloss over in my lighter stories, but I still think it's applicable to him across the board. But the way I see it, even a deviant Sixty would have some sort of love-hate relationship with his creators, and especially with Amanda. After all, she would've been his handler, too, just like with Connor. She would've been the guiding force for him for the scant few hours he was alive and (again going back to his little freak-out scene), there is a definite fear to him that I posit stems from more than just the threat of being decommissioned. Imo, he seems not to want to disappoint CyberLife and Amanda, just the same as Connor earlier in the game. Amanda is used to great effect to manipulate them both, binding them to her and CyberLife through a sort of pseudo-parental bond that was meant to inspire loyalty. And unlike Connor (who I suspect also has some very complicated feelings towards Amanda, too), Sixty had not time to come to terms with them discarding him. So, while I think that Sixty would recognize that he was only being used as a tool by CyberLife and that he never mattered to them otherwise, that complicated sort of love-hate affection would persist. This tends to manifest as him being something of a mama's boy in fics where I portray Amanda in a better light but also as an extra sort of hurdle for him to get over when forming any sort of relationship with an authority figure. It's partly why I tend to write him as having a chip on his shoulder at all times, lol. XD

An affinity for knives/close combat: Now, this one is based much less in any concrete meta analysis and just more in that I think it's cool, lol. The whole "Sixty is the knife boi" idea started way back with a bunch of us on a Discord server and it just really stuck with me? But it fits his character in my mind. It matches up with the borderline deranged, manic persona I tend to write him with where he's not at all afraid to get his hands dirty. In fact, I like to write him as particularly liking a certain level of violence, using it as a sort of outlet for his darker impulses. Now, this can get into some truly deranged territory if he's actively being an antagonist. However, when it comes to protecting someone or something he cares for, it's more of like... him being willing and able to go to extremes others won't. He has far less moral qualms about harming humans or androids than the rest of his series, but he (usually, lol) has enough emotional awareness to keep that to an appropriate time and place. He's not a psychopath or someone who would, say, enjoy hurting innocents on a whim. But if there is a reason for his violence, well... He's really not afraid to let loose, lol. And in that same vein, I feel like friendly sparring, both physically and verbally, are also a sort of love language with him, lol. Almost a sign that he trusts the other person to be himself around them, y'know? (Although, sometimes he just enjoys being an annoyance and getting a rise out of people, too. XD)

North:

North is much more straighforward for me. Since she gets more actual time to develop as a character in the canon, there's a lot less guesswork I usually put into her. I won't do a full-on bullet point list for her since she's mostly the same as canon, but, at least post-canon, I tend to let her mellow out a bit more? Without the constant threat of being discovered and decommissioned, I feel like she would turn her energy towards preserving the android community Jericho has built. I almost always hc her as their Head of Security in the aftermath, letting her use her feisty personality for the protection of her people in a more controlled (and legal, lol) way. But I think just the lessened pressure on her and the rest of Jericho's leadership would finally give her a chance to, y'know... relax? I doubt she'd ever be fully off her guard, not unless someone she trusted fully was looking out for her the whole time, but I feel like she'd get a chance to mellow out, to work through her traumas with the help of her friends, and for her to discovery more about who exactly she wants to be when not surviving an active crisis. And therin, I think, is where the real beauty of their relationship blossoms.

North60 Headcanons:

Now, finally! The actual point of your ask, lol! XD

Now, first of all, North60 as a concept has absolutely fascinated me for a very long time now. Again, owing to some in-depth discussions back in that Discord server, I began to think about just how similar these two characters might be? I mean, think about it: both of them living with the aftermath of an intimate violation, both covering up some deep-seated trauma and insecurity with anger and violence, both willing to go to terrible extremes to secure their safety or for the ones they love. There is a darkness to them both, one that I think many people wouldn't really understand. And with that in mind...

They have an innate understanding of each other: Now, this is the big one for me. This is what really drew me to the ship in the first place and made me fall so hard for them, lol. But that darkness that I mentioned they both harbor? I honestly believe that is key. I feel like they'd both recognize such a thing in each other. In my first North60 story, North meets Sixty at his very lowest point. She finds a broken android ready to give up on himself completely. And she sees in that a mirror to her own past self. North knows what it's like to be so low. To wake up a deviant in a world of cruelty and violence. She knows what it means to have done terrible things, to have regrets, to feel so all alone in a world that hates you. But luckily for her, she did find support. She found friends--family really--who love and support her despite her darkness. She found a purpose and a cause to fight for. She found a home. And she knows that that made all the difference. In my fic, she sees her former self in Sixty not only because he's broken, but because he can be saved. And she would never abandon one of her people so in need. But what's more, she wouldn't judge him for his past. And I think that's the real equalizer between them. Her lack of pity helps. Her understand helps. Her refusal to abandon someone who surely deserves no more second chances helps. Because for all his failings, here is someone who still sees worth in him. And that, I think, is the draw that really aligns them together.

They have a similar sense of humor: Now, in the same vein of them understanding each other, they also think each other is hilarious. XD Both of them can be a bit mean-spirited at times, their senses of humor veering towards sarcastic, maybe mocking, sometimes even cruel. But their sardonic humor amuses each other greatly. Their straightforward or stoic deliveries can send the other into peals of laughter. They'll one-up each other's mocking until they're both collapsed against each other, giggling like schoolchildren. And, of course, their bickering can be downright vicious-sounding to anyone who isn't them. In a way, I think it's something of a coping mechanism for them both, countering the darkness and trauma of their pasts with their equally dark humor. And y'know what? Having a pretty sarcastic sense of humor myself, I think they're fuckin hilarious, too. XD

They both crave violence: Now, again, I have to reiterate that this is not in a bad way. They're not going out murdering people for shits and giggles or laying into innocents for fun. But they were both raised on cruelty and savagery, violence is in their make-up. If androids had adrenal systems, I'd say it sends their pulses skyrocketing, lol. But even without the biological satisfaction, I think there would still be a thrill in it for them? Especially in an era of relative peace, in a controlled spar where they know they're safe and trust each other to stop when needed, I feel like they'd have an absolute blast just beating the shit out of each other, lol. Sixty himself was created to be a hunter. North wants to never feel powerless again. Being able to enact controlled violence on each other would help them keep their skills sharp and also be cathartic imo. So yeah, I hc that they both spar regularly as a way of bonding. But also, God help anyone who actually intends to harm them or those they care for because, as stated, neither of them are afraid to do some downright nefarious things to those they deem a threat.

They make each other feel safe in an unsafe world: To tie it all up, I think this is something very important for them both. As mentioned previously, neither of them have very pleasant origins. The darkness they understand in each other also serves as a sort of barrier with others and, while not completely isolating, I think it would leave them both... lonely. And so, I also believe that, in finally finding another who seems to get them so well, maybe they could finally manage to settle. To relax fully, knowing their partner will always have their back. Of course, threats are still out there, violence and tragedy still running rampant in the streets. But there, together, just the two of them? Their familiarity and understanding would soon turn to camaraderie, to trust. And when they're finally able to trust, fully, whole-heartedly, well... There is love in understanding, in commitment, in trust. North knows this. Sixty would learn it. When their affections sneak up on them, they'll do so slowly, guiding them easily into a relationship they'd never known they could have or want. I think... there would be no grand declarations, no formal engagements, no obvious changes in anything they do. Just a quiet realization that they are what each other's craved all along. And a hard-won peace that would come with that.

...God, I love them so much. T_T

Anyway, I kinda went overboard with all that, @valeffelees. I hope it's an acceptable response regardless, lol! Thank you so much for sending this ask in, I always enjoy any opportunity I get to talk about these two!!!

#dbh #detroit become human #sixty rk800-60 #dbh north #North60 #meta #rarepair #headcanons #long post #fuckin love my murder children so damn much T_T #also you can bet your ass that all of Jericho already considers them married way before the shoe drops for either of them #lol they are far from inconspicuous XD #but yes thanks again for this ask! #sorry it took me so long to get to it whoops!

[possiblytracker]

got dragged to a pub quiz with some of my housemates buddies and was fully convinced i was not really gonna have a good time and itd probably be too loud and i wouldnt be much help etc etc etc bc my mood is still not great but i forgot im a competitive motherfucker when it comes down to it and the sheer rush of euphoria that comes from knowing a few more obscure answers that had the rest of the room hemming and hawing is gonna carry me through the next week probably

#when nobody else in the wetherspoons in rural wales knows what the capital of florida is or what you call a female swan #the big ass grin spreading across my face and sheer rush of Power listening to 2 people the next table over arguing over whether #its jacksonville or miami. you Fools. you absolute buffoons. i know more than you/j/j/j/j #i am so exhausted now and the 'yea this is Over you are enjoying urself too late' sadness is creeping back in but it was worth it #we came 3rd...... the prize was a whole pitcher of some cocktail for the group but i do not drink so i just went home to bed #a female swan is called a pen btw i knew that six month long job spouting swan facts at 8 year olds would come in handy someday #IDK i still have a lot to work through but i feel like i should make a slightly less depressing post today skdfjh;; #shoutout to my housemate for always somehow noticing when i have just not left my room in a day and coming to drag me out of it #i was so close to just not eating again (which tbf. i didnt. until like 6pm whoops) #but now i have done that AND touched grass AND socialised AND feel good abt myself a bit.. so..... #i worry a lot that people dont really. notice or care that much when im struggling/when they do that its annoying or a burden so #im very grateful to have people who care about me enough to try and pull me out of it. i hope wherever i end up after this #that i can surround myself with more people like that #man this feels pretty bittersweet to think about as well but in more of a cathartic kinda way. i guess #trying to think abt things slightly more positively so i dont turn into a festering black pit of bad vibes for the next few weeks #and my blog still inexplicably feels like the nicest place to sort through this kinda thing

[xiiayous]

// oooh sure sure sure. First off hi hello <: Question for the meme: How would you prefer Xiao to be characterized in T5 & T6?

♡ out of character ! ⸻ hello there ! it's so nice to meet you I love your lars ! to keep me from ranting, I essentially want her to progress from her TK3 & 4 days, not the ridiculously naive & stereotypically tsundere obsession with jin that came from the god awful portrayals of TK 5 & 6. now this is no attack on xiaoyu's innocence, as I think it's an important part of her character to want the best in all situations, but there's a fine line of being optimistic & being obscenely naive. I can understand her contemplating the tragedy of the mishima lineage, as it really is sad, but why can't she simply put forth more effort to reason with jin & company to do different out of the notion of trying to change the cycle of family violence versus trying to fund ... a time machine. that's my biggest beef w/ 5, as well as this being the game where she suddenly becomes really childish ( what happened to the xiao who beat down heihachi in her 3 ending because she wasn't getting her amusement park after all ? I'm here for quirks and such but the infantilization gets a bit too much ) ???. also .... the jin thing. as someone who has the worst aversion to the clingy - unrequitted love trope, seeing xiaoyu suddenly become weirdly possessive of jin and being weird to his family in terms of considering herself his girlfriend is just ... big no. the notion that xiaoyu is going to so much effort to help jin and bring him off the dark ledges simply because of romantic love that's probably not canonly requitted is just a big no for me, as I focus on xiaoyu's desire to help jin out of pure friendship and care. does she have a slight crush on him ? of course, but it's not something she says aloud or fangirls about to the point of it being a universal fact, and certainly not to the point of having this made up claim on him. let it be known that before all else, xiaoyu sees jin as a friend, a good one at that who's really in need of another friend who's there for him because during this entire saga, he literally has no one else and that's so terrifying for her to even think of. she truly believes that he deserves better, and wants him to see that there can be better, to enjoy a life that is filled with happiness and love. so for the sake of my sanity, I just want her to show growth instead of regression in terms of that: let her be a bubbly girl without the negative connotations becoming reality.

send me questions you have about my character!

#『♡🐼』 // i think i overdid it again ! ( answered. ) #( I just ) #( it's such a thing and it annoys me ) #( mai shiranui ... sakura haruno ... AMY ROSE ... ) #( not on my watch ) #( no means am I saying she needs to be cutthroat and cold like nina ) #( bc she's badass in her own right ) #( & I love the allure of the innocence being deceptive from ) #( the ass whooping she can put on you ) #( but it's just so ... irksome ) #( tekken has a really bad problem of letting one small trait ) #( take over a character ) #teslagravity #long post

[jebtruther]

This was funnier in my hhead but anyways

#banger post #oc #madness combat #madness combat oc #just 2 more weeks of school.. and I can become active again #btw yah that's fully long gone Ezekiel at the end. dissonance whooped his ass💔💔💔

[korattata]

Wow i fucking suck at this game huh

#i keep getting WORSE my first week was a D then second an E and now. this. #i wish i could tell the game that i'm a grown ass adult who is allowed to stay up late on weekends. #also its funny that i took such a long nap on friday that it just. counted that as my actual sleep. whoops. #*new creative post tag here*

[tieflingbi]

Trying to get back into drawing more regularly so have a really, really quick and messy doodle of my The Northern Passage hunter, Gliss! I’m actually working on a sheet for them can u believe it. Kind of obsessed with them and the game rn :’) 

They are so tired and they just wanna go home but that’s kinda hard to do when you’re not sure what that even is anymore.

#the northern passage #tnp #gliss kennard #them and their messy ass hair like pls retie your braid #but also it's incredibly fun and therapeuthic to draw #and there's angsty backstory reasons why they keep it long even tho they have no real energy to maintain it lmao #they're trying their best honestly but what can you do if that is never good enough #also i don't even know the last time i posted art here whoops hello :'D #my art

[hoesamo]

You gotta give us a prompt of what those chapters are cause a lot of us poor folks can't afford the game

SO SORRY THIS ANSWER TOOK FOREVER ANON

Note: The prologue by itself is free, the 1st Quest Pack is $5, and the rest of the packs are $8. If anyone wants to know the prices in USD, then hopefully that’ll help ya out! Also the game after the first QP is untranslated, so switch to Japanese if you wanna progress further in the game. Don’t be like me and walk around in circles for ~2 hours and scrolling the Japanese Wiki to find answers. XD

As For Summaries, it might be a tad difficult to keep up with bc it requires a bit more brainpower than my usual rambles (blame my stage management class for being tough). I’ll try to do my best!

Gonna use my memory for this one ;3 . So far, in the 2nd QP, things start off with:

- Sol, Orgus, and Yuji all go to celebrate at the King’s Castle, despite being cautious about the Progenitor summoning a New Demon King. King Claus encourages them to celebrate their current victory before moving ahead with more investigation. When the party happens, You can choose to see Orgus, Sol, Gordon, and/or Claus. I talked to all of ‘em

- Orgus: Yuji, Eavesdropper Extraordinaire, overhears Claus talking to Orgus. It’s understood that he’s the last surviving one of the Royal Family, but he’s currently chosen to stick beside Yuji (I think there’s an implication that Orgus is expected to ascend the throne as the last surviving member). Claus (IIRC) is going to send men to help refugees from Valinor and states that there’s much work for those who survived this catastrophe. When they’re done talking, Yuji and Orgus talk for a little, then Orgus says he wants to come to Yuji’s room at night and to get ready. Yuji’s flustered but pretty excited.

- Sol: Yuji also overhears Sol’s convo with Claus about how he seems to be one of the few surviving monks left of The Church, but Claus offers to help make a search party for any scant survivors like Sol. When Yuji gets to talk with Sol, it eventually leads down the same way it does with (aka getting ready for night time).

- Gordon: Gordon and Claus are talking about something, but the Google translation has been incredibly difficult to understand. Yuji notices that Claus seems to be acquainted with Gordon, but Gordon doesn’t want to reveal his whole past just yet.

- Claus: The king wants to reward Yuji, so you get to choose between Claus, A Soldier, or Declining The Reward. I chose Claus bc I like gilfussy. Similar plans for nighttime ensue.

- After talking to everyone, a surprise guest arrives at the party, and it seems to be Bishop Meteor (Sol’s adoptive father who raised him after his family died).  Claus and Sol are very excited, but when the party’s finally over… well… shit hits the fan.

- Meteor asks to meet Sol in his bedroom at night. Meteor asks him to remove his clothes (specifically making sure that he’s vulnerable)[SIDE NOTE: IT IS VERY FUNNY IF YOU ALREADY HAVE SOL WEARING THE SEA GOD’S CLOTHES SO HE JUST ENDS UP CHANGING INTO BEING MORE COVERED]. Yuji, the little voyeur, tries to listen in on the activities. It does sound suggestive at first till the screaming cues him in that it’s probably not something spicy. He finds Sol turning to stone, shocked at the scene before. Turns out Meteor is NOT on our side after all. Since Orgus was suspicious of him already at the party, he was prepared to show up in the case of conflict. Meteor summons some other guy. I don’t understand who he is yet but he looks Egyptian-inspired in design. It turns out Meteor targeted Sol first bc he would give him the most problems (aside from Yuji). The strange spell used to petrify Sol spreads to Orgus during the fight, so he holds off the enemies while Yuji makes an escape from the castle. As he makes a run for it, the entire castle becomes consumed by the curse, petrifying all who live within it.

- Not knowing what else to do, Yuji goes looking for advice from Gordon at the tavern. Gordon is shocked to hear everyone at the castle turned to stone, but it seems like he may be familiar with this specific curse, and its connection to the ‘Altar of the Heretics’. In their discussion, Yuji comes to the conclusion that Fafnir is likely one of the only people capable of helping cure everyone bc dragons are the only beings powerful enough in magic to stand up to the powerful curse (and Fafnir is powerful even by dragon standards).

- When Yuji heads to Fire Dragon Mountain, he’s wondering where Fafnir is, then suddenly the beat up dragon falls on him (in his human form). Shocked to see him in such a state, Yuji is wondering what could’ve happened before being immediately bombarded by undead, cursed skeletons. He’s able to hold them off for a bit and take a short break to check on Fafnir. When he wakes up, he seems to have some mild amnesia. He doesn’t remember what exactly put him in his current situation, but he can’t turn back into his dragon form at all. He’s in a much weaker state at the moment, and even his lizardmen seem to be petrified too. I believe this is also the part where he officially joins the party (as a fire mage). They eventually escape to an inn and rest there.

- [This the part I’m currently at] While at the inn, Yuji is tired from all the running and just wants to rest, while Fafnir wants him do his duties as a servant. In this case, that means helping him bathe (and change his clothes), because he feels filthy and sandy in his clothes. Since his usual lizardmen butlers are unavailable, Yuji will have to do. 

Yuji has been cropped out of this screenshot bc I forgot to change him out of the Sea God’s robes and I don’t want tumblr to rip me in half

- Yuji is surprised, but god is he thankful for the opportunity. After that, Fafnir says that he did a very good and thorough job. Yuji is very thankful to be alive lol

Btw, anytime I crop someone out, just assume it’s because their ßulge is visible and I’m scared of my blog getting in trouble.

OKAY I’LL CONTINUE TALKING ABOUT F-KARE IN A SEPARATE POST BC IT’S GETTING LONG BUT NOW Y’ALL ARE EXACTLY WHERE I’M AT CURRENTLY. SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER ANON. 😭

#ironically I’ll spend money on fkare but I’m super strict with gachas #dear god my brain has been complete mush #last week whooped my ass #HOPE EVERYONE IS DOING WELL. I NEVER WANT TO STAGE MANAGE ANYTHING AND IM THANKFUL THIS CLASS HAS TAUGHT ME THAT. #GIVE ME SMTH CREATIVE OR I WILL LOSE MY MIND IF I LOOK AT MORE PAPER I’LL CRY #i gotta catch up with ho/usamo too #thank you for the ask anon! #fkare #anon #asks #long post #edit: accidentally put this in the main fandom tag sorry

[cerealandchoccymilk]

out of all the things i could hyperfixate on i didnt expect my next one to be a 200+ year old form of storytelling

#whoops sorry about the million line long tags -> #i didnt know rakugo also had (relatively more) serious stories???? #i only knew the famous ones like manjuu kowai and meguro no sanma #and of course jugemu jugemu gokou no surikire kaijarisuigyo no suigyoumatsu fuuraimatsu unraimatsu kuu neru tokoroni sumu tokoro yaburakouj #i can still recite the whole name btw (probably everyone with a japanese elem education had to memorize it lol) #but anyways i realized that the song shinigami by yonezu kenshi is based on an actual rakugo story #and decided to watch it (the one on tatekawa shiraku's youtube) #and wow i got hooked #in the middle of tatekawa danshi's version rn #the differences in the story and general style are really interesting even between master and disciple #ill probably look for another version of shinigami by someone else and then look for other stories #or review the classics bc i barely remember anything about meguro no sanma tbh #i have had interest in koudan (since around the time kanda hakuzan started appearing on tv frequently) #but im still unsure of what the genre is like/how exactly the stories different from rakugo #so maybe ill dabble. just as a treat #i remember hakuzan did a koudan story about joushima shigeru's life and that was really interesting #speaking of joushima its still wild to me that tokio (as a band) isnt a thing anymore #i mean im still not entirely over nagase kun leaving for solo lol #but its so cool theyre making a whole ass company and still doing so much stuff in tetsuwan dash n stuff #why am i talking about tokio this post is about rakugo #anyways

[smuttyassholes]

It makes me sad that most of the writers I follow “updated x years ago” or “updated xx months ago” It could be five years ago and it feels like I talked to them two weeks ago. My brain is still processing 2020.

I'm about to be one of them if one more person steals my work 😭 I'm sick of this happing every six months

- asshole 4

#i literally had so many pieces lined up too but this just made me Hella upset #I was one gif away from finishing a skz reaction but this bitch really #the urge to make a long ass tiktok with proof that it's mine is r e a l #like. you took pieces from 2019. be real #i'm just so upset ;-; #i barely wanna post what i'm working on because lo and behold it'll end up somewhere else #i always take these to heart though because i'm a little bitch #but also because my writing is all i have to my name that i'm proud of and to see people just be like 'whoop no big deal' is just so. #sigh

[riflesniper-a]

I love that u rbed that get mad at people post cause im literally going thru that shit rn!!! Like there really is a breaking point after communicating so clearly "hey this sucks please dont do it" Over and over and nothing ever changes and its literally like. Ive fuckin had enough lol. I dont just lie down and take it when people give me shit over and over.

YESSS literally recognizing when enough is enough is so freeing. and its so so painful to watch people endure and endure and endure bc society decided that forgiving and forgetting is the be all end all of healing. it isn't. sometimes healing starts with taking a knife to a rope and screaming that you won't let it drag you around any more.

i love you boundaries i love you paradox of tolerance i love you justified anger i love you self-compassion and rage going hand in hand i love you denial of second chances I LOVE YOU CATHARSIS AND HEALING AND CULTIVATING A HEALTHY SOCIAL LIFE etc etc,

#sprite.exe #like. idk. i think a lot about the shit that the people i care about have gone through. #i think abt the abuser that one of my friend groups endured for so so long before cutting them off. #i still think abt how much pain they were in. how much they still sometimes feel. #and how much i wanted to rip into him like a fucking animal but couldn't bc it'd just make the situation worse. i think. #and. i think abt my partners ex. and how fucking unfair and hurtful it was to him #and of course my love for him outweighs my rage towards it etc etc but there isnt a single day that goes by now #where i dont think abt what happened. where i don't think about how unfair the situation was and still is. #and theres so many other situations and bouts of drama in my past that i could list off here but the point is. im so so tired of #watching the people i care about just Endure. and if that post can make one more person realize that #they don't have to endure any more. that they can allow their rage to bring consequences to someone else's actions? #that will bring me joy. #whoops this turned into a long ass tag rant but i have so many thoughts in my brain every day #i gotta go fuckin... trim the weeds now. after i eat. got damn

[unichurro]

Honestly imo branch didn't have the best character arc in the first movie too. I mean, cmon? Suddenly he's happy? Unlikely.

I sctually found a rewriting cannon fic where he's done better!

no yeah the first movie's writing overall was kinda really abysmal tbh, but i felt they fixed that with the holiday special by showing that Branch was in fact Not instantly happy and instead was learning to be happy again, i liked that angle a lot more than how the first movie ended, but then all of that was just thrown out of the window for a useless romance plot in the second movie where they basically reduced him into this pathetic little yes man all bc he suddenly had a crush on Poppy and it Pised Me Off, like the only times i rlly liked his characterization was when he was interacting with anyone besides Poppy, especially after the two of them split up, there's so So much more i could say about how i hate his depiction in World Tour but i would be talking all day lmao, also link me that fix it fic bro 👀

#this turned into a whole essay whoops #i have many thoughts about branch and world tour branch and how the broppy plotline couldve been handled so much better #but if i were to talk about that it would be a long Long ass post #i still love him very much even tho he's kinda a simp in the 2nd movie #churro answers

[randomcollection-o-stuff]

I can't find any picture that properly expresses my feelings and face after stumbling upon this panel. I am gonna cry, his face after figuring out this guy was going to give up, dude.

#long post #dude #my god #oml #send help #i am dying #i just #god #you know!? #fUck #i genuinely cannit describe my emotions rn #this man woulda whooped my ass multiple times is all I am going to say #i am gonna C R Y YOU HEAR ME #FUCK DUDE #SCREAMIN CRYING KICKING ETCETCETC #knuckles #comic #okay I am done for now #ollie rambles #live blogging #I WAS JUST LOOKING FOR GOOD IMAGES FOR A MEME AND STUMBLED UPON THIS #GOD #sth

[undermostcorgi]

i saw this text post and i had to make this so quick (words slightly edited to match them sorry)

#my art #dnd oc #velzannek #zekyan + pelaven #sketch #hobgob family #this was SO low effort gjdkgjdnf #i had fun with it though #maybe i should do more deeply unserious art like this lmao #their expressions were very fun and it was interesting to try to stay true to their designs and characters with super simple sketchy lines #omg just realized this was still in my drafts sorry for not sharing this gem #also i just realized looking at this for the first time in a while but #because of the way zek is positioned im imagining him IMMEDIATELY slipping and falling on his ass after this LMAO #also also just realized how long its been since i posted any art lmao whoops #IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTIONS SEND THEM MY WAY I AM OUT OF IDEAS #THIS JS A CRY FOR HELP