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tr0p1cal · 6 months
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Been absolutely ascending for the last hour fr
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laughimmediately · 1 day
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Heyy☺️
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nefariouslystupid · 5 months
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oh its so over. ://)
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coffee-bat · 1 year
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things that definately happened in time prison
based on this post:
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kr0w13y · 9 months
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I knew i'd prolly ship chardee and it becoming my otp isn't a surprise, but I truly didn't think id hyperfixiate on their relationship so much other than enjoying some art but im several fics deep already started a playlist and now i have 2 au ideas.
Im also desperately in need of more fan art/fics not too many fics fit my niche needs but there are many great ones out there.
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Is it crazy I wanna do my own catified designs??
I have a couple cool ideas I wanna get down!
Tropy:
I wanna go crazier with his mecha and pelt patterns, specifically adding white to his paws for his little apron thing- also maybe add his clock to his chest or add a clock to his forehead for the hat
Gin:
I wanna make him a more reddish ginger (kinda like squilf) and add pelt patterns to indicate the buttons on his lab coat- however I'm too attached to keeping him a short fluffy bob tail cat so I'm gonna have to steal ;3
Brio:
I want to saturate the hell out of him and also mix ginger into his fur somehow to indicate his massive eyebrows lol, also wanna give him his little potion belt even tho that doesn't work too well on a cat: I might wrap it around his tail so he can access it
Also wanna werewhisker his ass and give him a wolf form for his brute form lol
Once again I do really enjoy his downturned fur like he's been drenched in the rain and his stockier build so I'll keep that :3
Cortex:
Same again, just kinda wanna saturate him. I also want to include his silly beard floof that luna-flames gave him so once again I'm stealing. I'm gonna keep the Siamese design tho and maybe add black tips to the ends of his face floof for his other hair. Also might give him a Stray style backpack so he can use his raygun (it pops out like a turret and shoots by itself I reckon)
I might not follow through with this as I don't wanna tread on Luna Flames toes anymore than I already have but man. I can't. I'm just too hyped about this and as someone who loves catifiying stuff (see my Catified Megamind designs) I just can't help myself ://3
I can post the Catified Megamind designs here if you guys are interested but I'm tryna do my best to keep my blog consistently on topic lol
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rexscanonwife · 2 years
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Feeling normal about that old man (lying)
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tropicalfreckles · 2 years
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idk why but one of my favorite tropes is just Normal Ass Person, super average and doesn't have anything super extraordinary about them but is honestly like. Just a nice person. Good ol' person, got flaws like everyone else and ain't perfect, but their personality is still Awesome. And they got all these really over the top people all about them. At first they look at them and go who the hell is this loser they blended into the wall I didn't even notice them at first, but then realize no this person actually is kind of cool in a dorky way.
That is a trope I really enjoy in media because it always just entertains me.
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bogkeep · 2 years
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see what happened is that i borrowed a Desolation Called Peace from the library and only got a third through before i had to return it, and then i started reading the MurderBot Diaries while waiting to get it back, and then i Finished adcp and now im going back to mb and what im trying to say is that my brain has become absolute mincemeat from this. they're both very impactful stories untangling the concept of personhood in the face of forces that would Rather You Not. it's! a lot to Take In!
all my respect to people who can guzzle down 100 books a year but i don't think i can do that, i have to eat my meals slowly and and take a nap afterwards
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fail-fren · 6 months
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Just finished episode 6 and 7 of ofmd s2 and man... I feel like after these two episodes, i sadly have to say I really don't like the writing of this season overall :(
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tr0p1cal · 7 months
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IM SORRY, BUT MINSUNG REALLY OUT HERE RN
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sinimake · 4 months
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Now, it's Johnny specific headcanons! Read Kenshi's here
Took a gap year to earn his college funds, but when he got accepted into a film school, his family wanted him to sign up for the army. So one morning, he just went out, took an interstate bus, and started living on his own.
He worked many menial works here and there, barely surviving, so he started to enter underground cage fights in the night for quick bucks. The first time he got in the ring and the announcer asked for his name, he chose Johnny Cage on a whim.
His college years were wild. Almost always drunk every night bc he's landed a job as a bartender in a local bar. Alcohol is conveniently within arms reach and is an effective painkiller to the punches he took in the ring fights. That's when his addiction started.
He got his Johnny tattoo when he was shit faced and sad. He desperately wanted to shed Johnathan Carlton name off himself, so he marched into a tattoo parlor to have a permanent reminder on his chest. People think he's narcissistic to have his name tattooed so big on his body, Johnny never corrects the meaning of it bc it is better to be seen as an asshole than weak.
One really good perk of his bartender job was talking to the patrons and hearing their life stories. It really helped Johnny's acting career in the long run, where he understands his roles deeply and delivers the portrayals from heart.
He got a golden raspberry award for his The Flesh Pits movie. Threw the tropy out of the window once in anger but now he displays it along with his other achievement awards as a reminder.
He's an ambassador of many luxury brands.
He's very timely organized person where he plans his days down to every hour. Hates when there's a sudden change in his timetable.
When Johnny and Kenshi have a movie night, not only does he narrate what's happening in the scene, but he nerds out on what exact techniques of shots and lighting are used.
A big car enthusiast. Gives his cars the names that are in Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega. (A little bit of Monica in my life—)
Snores in his sleep, specially when he's really exhausted.
His music taste is mainly girly pop, but sometimes he belts out on old school rock songs.
Loves improv acting. Sometimes, he drops in at random improv club nights to participate in one or two sets. It is always fun to see the crowd going "is that Johnny Cage? THE Johnny Cage?" whenever he goes on the stage.
A serial double texter. Will send you random ass pictures with no context or whatever. It is especially funny bc Kenshi can't see the pics, and the voice-over feature of his phone gives him the most obscure descriptions that have the man facepalming every time.
Is a big coffee guy but always gotta have them with milk and sugar bc he can't handle bitter taste of americano.
Has love and hate relationship with paparazzi cameramen. When he's out with the earthrealm defenders, his friends sometimes get the feeling of being followed. They say the concern to Johnny, thinking some outworld danger is hunting them or something just for the actor go "no worries that's just my regular paparazzi, Jeff. HI JEFF!! HOW YOU BEEN DOING TODAY?" "I'm fine! How about you, Johnny?", "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COFFEE? IS HOT OUTSIDE!" "yeah."
^then sometimes it's like this: "CAN YOU GIVE ME A BREATHER FOR A SEC?! YOUR CAMERA CLICKING IS SO LOUD!" "MY RENT IS DUE!" "NOT MY PROBLEM!"
He's an ambivert. Quiet night ins are as much appreciated as parties. He needs winding down moments but will go batshit insane if he doesn't get at least one human interaction a day.
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nefariouslystupid · 6 months
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CHAT LET ME COOK I BEG
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coffee-bat · 1 year
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Hi again! So you got any ideas about what Tropy and Cortex did during their time together during their exile with uka uka? So many years together they must know each other so well, including their habits, likes, dislikes, etc
It’s just so funny imagining the arguments they could have now, just stuff like
“Cortex you broke my screwdriver!” “Oh yes we’ll atleast I didn’t leave the toilet seat up at night!”
Or the chance for any romantic time, or atleast maybe them both being touch starved or lonely, needing each other because they’ve got human needs that uka uka cant fill
Plus the fact you know they’re both so egotistical they just HAVE to have someone to flex on otherwise they’d perish from boredom, these boys live on spite
Gosh the limitless potential 👀✨
OK OK I'VE STALLED ON THIS ASK LONG ENOUGH
i'm so sorry it took long, i just have so many thoughts on this and this is a rare opportunity so i wanted to make sure i don't miss anything i'd like to say 😭😭 i still will def miss something
so!!! full agree with everything you said. they DEFINATELY know most if not all of each other's habits and quirks intricately (tropy comments on how cortex chews food?????). started with noticing the basic things, like what position they sleep in, then eventually they just instinctively know what the other would do in any situation/scenario possible. every aspect of the way the other works and acts would probably become second-nature after spending that long together. they know all of the other's likes and dislikes, even if they didn't personally see/witness those preferences (considering they're trapped in a semi-wasteland).
cortex has definately traumadumped. multiple times. tropy is now acutely aware of every mentall illness his ass has, whether he likes it or not.
on a seperate note: i've always kinda assumed that the place they're trapped in is a complete barren, time-standing-still wasteland, where they neither age, have any resources, nor have bodily functions, but after thinking about it the "chewing" comment, cortex having a wooden stick, and the fucking hand-made crash doll would probably imply that's not the case. there are some resources and plants(again, the stick), and while not aging or anything of the sort they HAD food. so i guess we can add "scavenging together" to the list of bonding activities.
also, from what we've seen, the place doesn't seem to be dumbass-proofed, so for another bonding activity, they probably just constantly took turns patching each other up for the dumbest injuries known to man. tropy's armor tubes got caught on a branch, he fell forward and broke his nose, cortex ate a weird fruit and got sick, tropy tried to show off the "stepping on lava" trick and burned his fucking foot, cortex tripped and stabbed himself on a sharp rock, so on. tropy will never stop holding neo's embarassingly low pain tolerance over his head, and cortex won't be able to see tropy as threatening ever again after seeing him cartoonishly hopping around on one leg.
i LOVE the stupid arguments, your example is 100% what i imagine their conversations after being freed to look like. tropy just radiates the "obnoxiously leaves the seat up and refuses to change the habit out of a sense of pride" energy 💀💀
and i love LOVE the idea of them realizing they actually do need company and touch after being stranded for a while. they'd probably each come to realize this about the same time but with varying degrees of being upset at the realization. bonus points if either one or both of them have already been supressing some kind of feelings. they'd probably both be initially to proud to admit it even to themselves, much less let it show to the other.
though, an excuse for that: if we assume the wasteland is like other desert-like environments (it looks like a rocky desert), then it'd be likely to have major temperature drops at night. which would be the perfect excuse to seek physical closeness "for warmth". both would probably start contemplating it after a few cold nights, but i like to imagine it'd be tropy who openly suggests it first. of course, acting distant, and explaining the idea Logically and Scientifically. whether to keep up appearances or try to convince himself, who knows.
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they're cuddling Only For Logical Reasons, No Other Reasons At All what are you talking about. they're definately not touch-starved. and none of them is in denial, at all. tropy definately doesn't feel at all protective ever. just two guys being dudes.
okay that's- all the thoughts i've managed to organize. it's probably still an incoherent mess i'm sorry.
i'm just bouncing them around in my head like the dvd logo i can't form more cohesive thoughts than this 😭 (or maybe i can when i have less to say and i'm less stressed about getting out every thought i've had in my life, i don't know. i just couldn't make this one any more coherent. i hope the general point is at least understandable💀)
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sunraies · 1 year
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rafe request — can you please write about reader getting into an accident after a fight with race and rafe getting worried but make it really really dramatic like car accident life threatening, i wanna cry and feel angst 🫢
I mean this in the nicest way possible. I hope this is angst enough to make you cry. If this doesn't work, watch Daisy Jones and The Six. That made me cry today or the Notebook. We all need a good cry sometimes x
You Can Go Your Own Way
Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader
Warnings- Angst. Car accident. Argument. mentions of a pregnancy scare. Talks about future. Hospital. Coma
As requested above.
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It wasn't even that big of an argument. At least wasn't meant to be until you told Rafe, you couldn't do it anymore.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He frowned, hurt flooding his eyes that you loved so much.
"I just. We keep going round in circles" You began gathering your things dotted around his room.
"Baby, stop" He tried to gently stop your hands before you moved away from him and continued "Baby, fucking stop!"
"Rafe, it just isn't going to work" You could feel the tears burning in your eyes as they threated to fall.
"It will! I promise" He tried to pull you closer but you resisted, knowing the minute you were in his arms, you would melt.
"Don't make promises you can't keep" You whispered before cutting off his reply "god, Rafe. I love you but we want different things. I'm off to college, and you'll be here, working for Ward."
"I never said I didn't want you to go," He frowned. "All I said was let's get married. "
You looked up to the ceiling before back down at him. "Because of a scare fucking pregnancy, Rafe" You pointed to the test thrown in his bathroom bin, only moments ago "God, your face when you were hoping it was positive. I can't do that. I don't want that. Not right now."
"I know, baby, I know." He ran a hand through his hair, "but I meant it, I would marry you. Not because of a baby but because I fucking love you"
You shook your head and swallowed "I don't want to be some tropy wife. I've seen how it broke my mother. She had so many dreams and I do too. You can't come with me and I can't stay here"
You had always wanted a life bigger than Outerbanks could give you. Collage in New York was that chance. Your heart was torn in two, all because you had fallen in love with Rafe Cameron.
"I love your dreams" Rafe looked like he could cry too. "I want you to live them, baby"
"I can't do that as a married collage student with my husband half way across the country. All I'm asking is that we wait. I can't give you the future you want right now"
"Why wait? It's just a ring. It shows that you are mine." He sighed before your eyes widened. It suddenly twigged, the other reason he had asked you.
"That's it! Fuck Rafe, do you really think that little of me? I'm not going to sleep around!"
"No. No. It's the guys I don't trust" He desperately tried to reach for you as you nodded and picked up the last of your things. "Baby, please"
"I'm not something you can fucking own, Rafe"
You had been together for two years and it was wonderful. Rafe was kind, caring, protective but the one thing that always caused a problem was when the protectiveness turned into possessiveness. A little you could handle, an arm around you at a party, a kiss on temple as you talked to another guy but the fighting, the anger at someone for even looking at you the wrong way, it was too much.
As you stammered your car door and locked it. Rafe ran out to you and hammered on the window. He called out to you, but you drove away, leaving him cursing barefoot in the driveway.
You weren't sure where to go. You couldn't go back home right a way. The moment your mother saw you crying, it would feel too real. Your best friend was most likely in The Cut, and again, if you fall into her arms, it would be too much to bare. You loved her brother so much, it hurt. So you drove into the night to clear your head.
It happened quickly. They say things can change in the blink of an eye. That life is made up of split seconds.
You had been adjusting the volume on the radio as 'Go Your Own Way' by Fleetwood Mac played. It seemed like the sky was crying with you as it began raining heavily.
Your phone lit up with a message distracting you.
Gorgeous 👑 - 'Call me or tell me when you are home safe...'
The rest of the message was cut off.
The name you had given him made you smile at the memory of him finding it. It was a few months into your relationship, even after the years together, you hadn't changed it.
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"Why gorgeous? And a crown. " He frowned as he stared at your phone
"Because you're my gorgeous king." You kissed his cheek
"That's fucking cheesy as shit" He teased before you grabbed his phone
"Oh yeah, what's yours, then, huh?" You opened it, smiling at his lock screen of you before finding the contact and laughing "Baby with a red heart? And mine was cheesy"
"Shut up" He blushed before pining you down on the bed as you laughed.
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When you glanced back up at the road, all you could do was gasp as yellow headlights blinded you. You tried to swerve but you just felt the car spin out of control on the wet road before the impact of metal hitting metal, the stretching, the boom of air bags, the smell of burnt rubber and the iron taste of blood.
Every nerve in your body screamed as your head felt heavy. Somehow, you ended upside down. You could hear a strangers voice, muffled like it was under water. A buzzing caught your attention as your phone lay broken on the road. Rafe’s face appearing on the screen, his gorgeous smile, broken and cracked as it showed he was calling. It was the last thing you saw before losing conciseness.
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"Who the fuck are you?" Rafe asked as a male voice was on the other end of the phone.
"Calm down, son." The officer, on the other end, replied, "I'm officer Warron, now I need you to remain calm for moment."
Rafe dropped to the floor, holding his head as Officer Warron told him you had been involved in a road traffic accident and that you had been transferred to the General on the main land in crucial condition. They had contacted him as your mother had told them too, he needed to know. She couldn't bring herself to do it, and he was the last call on your broken phone.
He got to the hospital as quickly as he could, taking the Druthers as fast as it would possibly go. He almost forgot to pay the taxi before following the instructions your mother had messaged.
"Oh, Rafe!" Your tearful mother embraced him as he entered your room. He gently patted her back as he looked over to you.
You looked so broken and fragile in the bed, hooked up to a million machines. He just stared feeling completely numb.
"I know, it looks scary, but they said the surgeries went well. They put. They put her in an induced coma to, to help the healing." Your mother stumbled over her words. "She can hear you"
All Rafe could do was nod before your mother gave him a sad smile. "I'll give you two a moment," she moved to kiss your cheek before speaking to you. "I'm just going to update your dad, sweetie. Rafe's here. He's here."
They both could have sworn your heart beat raised a little at her words before she left.
Rafe stumbled into the seat next to your bed and shakily took your hand. "Shit, baby. I don't. I don't even know what to say, " He whispered. "I'm so sorry. Fuck..."
He suddenly broke down, his head on your arm as he sobbed. The only sounds filling the room were the beeping of your machines and his broken sniffles.
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dr-narcissa-igma · 1 month
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Alright everyone, listen up!
@n-odious-tropy @nthropoid @iris-rainbow @leonardimerick @two-distant-stars
The upcoming battle is fast approaching, and there's plenty of tasks that need to be assigned. We can't let the Hull Cutter's crew win this fight.
- Direct combat: We'll need a skilled fighter to launch an assault on the Hull Cutter directly, take the fight directly to Cortex.
- Weapons convoy and treasure: Jacob has unfortunately decided to add an extra layer of challenge to the fight, by hiring a convoy of gear to venture through the jungle, as well as hiding treasure. I'll grant you temporary access to my island-wide security system to track the convoy and scope out the jungle.
- Handle the ship: Someone needs to stay behind and steer the ship, man the cannons, etc.
- Confront the captain: I myself will be confronting Scurvy directly. It's absolutely imperative that I talk to him, so we cannot take his life or injure him in any capacity.
I'll be awaiting any extra suggestions or insight from you all.
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