#(sorry for my broken english)

[alienalecx]

I love this concept of a silly batman silhouette

#batman #batfam #dc #robin #sorry for my broken english #myart

[khorai]

Worst take you've seen about loki

Some fans consider Loki as a fragile and emotionally damaged individual who has been forced to do all the wrong actions he has done while hiding his true "self" because, according to them, Loki is a sweet and innocent baby who cannot harm anyone willingly.

I… don't see Loki in this description?

Yes, he does hide a part of vulnerability that we have seen on many occasions, and he is indeed emotionally damaged. However, the whole idea of being compelled doesn't resonate with me. I am well aware that what most people think of when they refer to this is all the mess with Thanos and the Mind Stone, but the fact is that it's not the only instance where Loki has messed up.

Minimizing - or worse, erasing - all that he has done is whitewashing his character, and that shit annoys me.

Honestly, this strange take removes all the complexity of his character and reduces him to some kind of… simpleton?

I feel like they are trying to turn him into the archetype of the conventional hero when he is anything but that.

He is a hero, of course, but he was not born that way - he's not Thor.

Loki learned to be one; it was the culmination of his character development after all.

And then, there is also the idea that he is an innocent being who cannot harm anyone… Again, is it Loki again?

I would like to remind some people that this man is the Norse deity of mischief; his nickname is the trickster. At what point does his canonical personality align with this absurd description of him?

The problem with some fans is that they fail to grasp the depth of the term "character complexity." In general, they tend to only portray a part of the character's personality while twisting it as much as possible to fit their imagination and throwing the other part in the trash. This is what happens with Loki, and this is why we often end up with takes like this one.

#loki laufeyson #anon ask #I tried to condense my answer to make it something short because casually I have a lot to say on this subject #sorry for my broken english #it's not my mother tongue

[kirui0]

TNT DUO PRIDE WEEK - DAY 1

Sob a Luz da Lua

Wilbur loved to look at the Moon, for some reason it called him. The only thing he needed was his guitar, a notebook and the Moon for a stressful day to be forgotten.

Getting out of his office and there it was again, fuller and shinier than ever. With a sigh he got his guitar and went to his favorite place in L'manberg, The L'mantree.

Sitting on the base of the tree, he put out his notebook and let his thoughts flow, forgetting the rest of the world and trying to write what came in mind. The only problem was: He was the only thing that he could think of, the short, loud, over-energetic, and his best rival — he could not be the biggest even if he tried — Quackity.

And like he had summoned the Devil, he hears footsteps behind himself; seeing his shiny black hair under the moonlight, those blue eyes that reminded him of a starlit night, adorned with deep eyebags. He really needed to work less.

Look Wilbur could think that Quackity wasn't ready to be president bu, but holy shit did that man work like a machine. He heard that Alex did the work of one week in one day just because he didn't have the time to go out with his friends. Honestly it was admirable.

"-bur, are you there?" Quackity's hands were shaking in front of Wilbur's face.

"Sorry, I wasn't really paying attention" He giggles, looking hesitantly at the empty space by the brunet's side.

"Just sit here alredy, you look pathetic just standing there." He sits by Wil's side, rolling his eyes with a smile in his face.

"Says the guy who becomes a windows blue screen everytime i'm around."

"Shut-" Wilbur said breathy, feeling a twist in his stomach that made him nauseous, but at the same time warm and comfortable.

"So? What are you doing out here alone Mr. President?" Quackity was looking directly in Wilbur's eyes, the contact being too much and too less. Suddenly the Moon became three times more interesting.

"Just looking at the Moon."

"Needed some inspiration?" They were getting closer, Wilbur was able to feel Quackity's shoulder touching his arm.

"Well, i don't need to serch for it now that you're here". Wilbur puts his hand on the raven's thigh, caressing it slowly.

"Are you saying I inspire you?" Their faces, now with only a few inches apart, the ability of of feeling each other's breath suddenly present.

Wilbur cupped Quackity's face looking at those marine blue eyes once again.

"You are my muse darling"

"May i kiss you? Quackity asked, his voice so quiet that if they weren't so close, the president would have never listened. But he did.

"Yeah..."

Their lips finally connected, nowhere near a perfect fit, being more similar to an uncoordinated Tango coreography that needed to be perfected with practice; only separating when the lack of oxygen settles in.

They were smiling, giggling even; spending the rest of the night singing songs together, a much needed break for both of them.

#quackbur #tnt duo #tntblr #tntduo #c!quackity #c!wilbur #tnt duo pride week #sad. i got sick and could't finish all the prompts #sorry for my broken english

[a-not-a-girl]

I’m in a really weird place right now. I finally have a stable situation (job, housing) and I just. cry all the time. at work. at home. I’m always sad. I’m always thinking about how if my life was to end it wouldn’t be so bad. I all I think about is how my life would be better if I owned a car and could leave the city, live in a quiet place close to nature. But at the same time I don’t want to be one of those people who are dependent on a car. I don’t want to participate in slowly destroying our lives on earth. I don’t want to participate in exploiting earth.  And yet I already do, and I don’t really have a choice. Imagining that climate change could be so drastic and quick to happen that it would kill all human life on earth is the only way I can breath. I like to imagine a time when humans are no longer and life on earth can finally heal and that makes me happy.

I am fully convinced that us humans cannot change, or rather, humans with power don’t *want* things to change. I don’t want to continue to kill life with them, for them.

#climate anxiety #climate change #ecoanxiety #depression #sorry for my broken english

[nakajimaas]

og under the cut

#svsss #shang qinghua #luo binghe #mobei jun #moshang #kinda #in my svsss era #sorry bsd mutuals #sorey for the typo i speak broken English #my art

[nekogaaaaaaa]

Alastor in Twisted Wonderland! Who could've guess it?

No longer in hell and weaker indeed make him agitated, Because he is not seen as an overlord instead just 'Weird demon headmage summoned'

After a year, he finally used to new life

And here the story begin when MC finally arrive!

.

Color pallete wise, I want to put him in heartslabyul because red but Ocativenelle fits him more

#I really can't explain to save my life #my brain isn't braining #anyway another twst Alastor #with small detail and info #sorry for broken english #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hh twst

[juanitasupreme]

Dispatch is "teasing" 2nd generation male idol with a 4th generation female idol ? And no one call the police ?

#about to be heechul new vict- gf #i didnt knwow what other word to use than teasing sorry english is tired rn #my phone is broken i cant take screenshot i was waiting for notpannchoa djdjdjdjdj

[cocrante]

Thinking about all those theories about kavetham that are the reincarnation of King Deshret and the goddess of flowers, and then I imagined a scenario [modern au] where Kaveh and al-Haitham might not know each other.

Haitham has been having recurring dreams for a while with a face that initially is too blurry, but over time becomes clearer. Every morning, Haitham sketches on pieces of paper what he saw—an eye, an earring, a smile. Until one night, he sees the complete beautiful face: a night of silence, follows with the image of that person wandering in his dreams, taking him to an unfamiliar place that he felt he had to know. Upon waking, he looks around, searching for paper to sketch the face. He's not very skilled, many details start fading, but the face had been drawn. For many nights, that person doesn't visit him, and Haitham begins to think he imagined it all; until when, while going to class, he sees a man with flowing blond hair riding a bike. He would recognize that detail anywhere. He turned abruptly, but the man was already gone. He feels his throat dry, a shiver from inside. Could it be possible? Shaking his head, thinking it was absurd, he retraces his steps. He had a class awaiting him.

#📌 : wip #sorry for my broken english ;; #i wrote it as fast as i can afsfag #kavetham #haikaveh #genshin impact #modern au #what if? #to be continued #i hope

[neversetyoufree]

Guess who noticed a really interesting tiny detail again?

Beloved mutual torterrachampion recently pointed out to me that the special thanks page in each vnc volume always has a nice crisp lineart version of the frame from its cover, and there's some really interesting details hidden in there. A bunch of the thanks pages even show extra details that aren't there on the actual color covers themselves!

In particular, volume 2's frame has this whole bottom bones/flowers arrangement that's totally left out/hidden on the actual cover:

And right off the bat, there's a couple things about that bottom arrangement that really catch my eye.

First of all, the position of the hands there strikes me as pretty important, since uh

reaching out and down toward Vanitas is a pretty major recurring image for Noé. It makes a lot of cool symbolic sense that this shape of reaching hand would show up in his frame, since it seems to be so important to his story.

Even more interesting than that, though, is what's going on with the left eye of that bottum skull. It looks like the skull's been partially shattered there around the eye, and while Mochijun does generally seem to enjoy a bit of cracked bone imagery, this one stands out to me because:

Something happened to Noé's eye when he was a kid, but he's never once acknowledged it, and we've never gotten a single hint at what it was beyond it happening with the traffickers. And now the one skull featured on his cover's frame has a huge crack around its eye.

This doesn't actually give us any new information beyond just drawing yet more attention to the eye mystery, but. DAMN.

The rest of the imagery in this frame (the book and pen, the mourning lilies, the reaching hands) is all pretty central to who/what Noé is as a character. So while the cracked skull is/could be just a clever little nod to the existence of the eye mystery, its surroundings make me wonder just how relevant that injury is going to be.

#I'm obsessed w the Noé's eye thing I wanna know so bad #it's fascinating to me how this is a mystery established entirely through unspoken visual details #and nobody has ever once acknowledged it aloud #(or even 'aloud' in Noé's internal monologue) #and now here's yet another covert little reference #god I love mochijun's writing #vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #noé my beloved #noé archiviste #english major hours #ID in alt text #noé arqueueviste #long post #sorry there's no readmore here. but it would've broken my image formats

[hornyharpy]

I don't know how to say this but... I feel like the internet is no longer safe. Which may sound a little silly because of the developing data protection technologies and the culture of adding trigger warnings and all that. And this is cool don't get me wrong but thats not what I mean.

I mean that some time ago the internet for me felt like an escape from the authorities. A place where you can do whatever you want and the government probably won't get you. I know I probably romanticizing but back then I really did feel safer. Now I don't

Now I don't because I can be doxxed for any little thing. Because people can be cancelled without any real proofs. Because of the censorship. Because the government can put me in jail for like or repost or a single comment on smth the authorities don't like (it happens a lot in my country). Because someone can get ONE photo of me and generate AI p0rn. Because all art platforms (and not art too) will if not already sold all of us to AI companies to steal not only our work but our thoughts our opinion our personality and feed it to the machine.

The internet is my home, my friend, my 3rd parent in some sense. But I will never feel safe here. I'll never feel safe around technology, around cameras, around any government officials. Only in the deepest forests you could hear me speaking the truth

The internet may be not dead yet but it's surely dying.

#sorry its chaotic there is too much in my head #and i know that the internet was even more dangerous back then #but I think then it was like doing on a walk in the midly criminal area. you may or may not run into trouble #and now it feels like you're always watched by the powerful people #like I can almost feel the red dot on my head they will shoot me as soon as I do a step in the wrong direction #I may be paranoid a bit yeah #harpy talks #also sorry if the english is broken im not native have mercy

[wxiao0]

Summary: I have plot that stuck in my head and It’s never let go. Something like assassin’s creed crossover with avatar(2009) and avatar2 which have oc or reader insert.

Avatar 2009 : *reader don’t has a her own Avatar cause in their Brotherhood they want to be friend with Navi not to be one with them (you know what I want to communicate right? /nervous chuckle )

Start with f!reader (or Aleria) are scientist aka Assassin (of course she is spy 👀✨) who work with Grace before Norm and Jake come to Pandora. She is responsible for teaching human’s culture to Navi children. The kid really like her and and often liked her singing or teaching about human musical instruments.

Then one day the RDA soldier come to school house reader but were their in the right place and right time! Sooo it’s show time! She kick their ass out, can save the massacre also Sylwanin too but in exchange for being grounded and controlled behavior until new group arrive. That mean one of the RDA will be around her for 2 years. It almost drives her crazy to be with Primate that use muscle more than brain. Well, they always argue each other like

“Scientist like your are so weak can’t do anything except being in the lap”

“Oh, should I remind you who kick your ass?”

And yeah Avatar(2009) circumstances: When Jake fall into Omatikaya clan of course she was with him too. They’re welcomed her mostly but there are still some are wary to her. She’s not blame to them after that situation

And after war she insist to go back the earth, back to the Brotherhood because during Avatar(2009) circumstances she learned that something happen in the Brotherhood.

In Avatar2 : I want some angst (bc I like angst woohoo) this time the protagonist will be male!reader(or Carlos). He used to be Jake's adopted son, but he isn't anymore.

He was adopted when Jake Sully returned from the war. His father died for protecting Jake, and his mother died of murder.

Irony it happened when he was only fucking 8 years old. The memories when his mother was murdered are still engraved, not faded. Then when Jake hears the news. So he came and took care of him.

Because of guilt.

The time when be Jake’s adopting son was colorful, that made him move on from sorrow little by little. We fulfilled each other. Jake— no dad, need someone to be his side when he had a nightmare and remind him if he forgets to take his medication.

So him too, dad would often take him to the aquarium or the park on weekend. And take him to an amusement park to celebrate something. So that he doesn't have to sit with blue in the house like that.

But happy moments don't last forever.

When dad has to visit with his military friends and decided to leave him with Uncle Tom he was the late twin brother of dad. We are very close and like to tittle-tattle about Jake.

An unexpected event happened. Uncle Tom was robbed and killed by a thief. And once he was at the event AGAIN.

His body was freeze when that thief turn to him, fortunately good citizens came to the rescue in time.

He survived, but Uncle Tom didn't.

He is in a coma, half life and dead.

When dad heard the its. He gone mad, drinking more alcohol and start to smoking. Reject to met his eyes, or when our eyes are met each other he can see the flame of anger and the blue of sorrow in them. After that dad will turn his face away.

When he was 13 years old. It’s the time, when two of us pushed to the edge.

It’s just one night that he begging dad not to go to the pub like the night before, and failed again. He can’t follow Jake because the night in this crumbling world It’s not suitable for children like him.

So the only thing he could do was lie down on the sofa, to wait for Jake's return. When he heard the sound of door opening, he get up immediately saw his father return with scars on his body and face.

“Dad, You’re hurt”

He got up from the sofa quickly. Run to gets first aid, but before he could get them, but the loud ‘thud!’ sound behind make him turn back. He found his dad falling to the ground, his wheelchair toppled causing him to be dismayed.

He run quickly to bring his dad to lay on the sofa properly.

“Such a miserable thing and brought misfortune to me”

“What?” He asked in confusion.

Raised his head to meet those blue eyes that were now full of hatred. He gulped eyes begin to heat up, tears ready begin to fall. He knew he shouldn't hold back against drunk people. But he couldn't resist.

“You are taking pity on me, aren't you?”

“What? No! I’ve never!”

“Yes! You’re!” His dad yelled at him. It stunned him.

And the next sentence It came from a man who was his whole world after he lost his family. The man who has been together for 5 years.

“You know what, I shouldn't have adopted you.”

After that sentence his throat was clogged. The tears that he had been holding back began to flow. His brain was completely numb, like it had been hit by a sledgehammer. He couldn't even remember when he had returned to his room.

That night, he couldn't remember whether he had cried all night or had just passed out.

When the morning begins. He came down to prepare breakfast for the two of them. But then be puzzled when a stranger is in the living room.

“Come here, kid”

It was dad who called him over. So he went and sat across from his dad because he was already sitting next to the stranger. Soon the stranger cleared his throat and introduced himself.

“My name is William Gilliate representative from the orphanage, nice to meet you.”

He inhaled sharply, looking towards his dad, he was reading and signing something. Unconvinced, William turns to Jake.

“Are you sure Mr.Sully?”

Dad looked up from the paper, met Mr. William's eyes before turning to him.

“Can you give me some time to talk to my son?”

“Yeah, sure call me when you're done”

Mr. William nodded in understanding before walking outside to wait. Our eyes never break away until he asked.

“Are you going to leave me?”

It was dad who took his eyes off first.

“No”

Liar

“Then way?” Why are you leave me.

“Look kid, Someone offered me a job and has high compensation”

“That’s great isn’t it? But why do you have to do this?”

“Listen to what I have to say first. My job had to travel as far as the planet Pandora.”

“Oh”

Oh

The Pandora

It's hope for humanity. Because it was full of resources that could sustain humans for many years. But one obstacle was that the gas in the air was filled with poisonous gases that could kill humans in just a few seconds.

“But I promise I'll come back to pick you up.”

Yes, Another lie again. But he was still young and naive back then. Completely believed that promise and completely forgot what the man in front of him had said to him that night.

“I will wait for you”

After that everything happened very quickly. Dad signed all the paper and packed up and left, leaving him with Mr. William. There weren't even goodbyes or hugs.

“Come on, it's sure to be as warm as your home.”

He nodded and followed Mrs. William to the orphanage. To wait for the one who promised to return.

But the person he waited for never came back.

For many years he stopped waiting.

Look up upon the sky.

He thought.

As you fly up into the sky among the stars I'm drowning in a dark, devoid of light.

But in the darkness he met the shadow.

The shadow known as the Assassin.

#assassin's creed #avatar (2009) #avatar 2 #fanfic ideas #what have i done #crossover #sorry for broken English #neteyam x oc #neteyam x reader #neteyam x human #neteyam x male reader #assassins creed #tsu'tey x oc #tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey x human reader #na’vi x human #avatar x reader #avatar x oc #english is not my first language #angst #fluff #avatar x human reader #avatar x human oc

[garnetrena]

[ID: a screenshot from Steven Universe's episode Steven and the Stevens. A lot of Stevens fight each other, while the Crystal Gems watch them. The horde of Stevens is captioned "my 72 tabs open on mobile". The Crystal Gems are captioned "my 3 tabs open on the computer"]

Tell me I'm not the only weirdo like that

#steven universe #su memes #steven quartz universe #crystal gems #steven and the stevens #my silly memes #my memes #original meme #and sorry for the broken english i did it after an insomnia and english isn't my first language

[unhingedpirates]

Increíble cómo Izzy se volvió el loquito del centro por un episodio entero.

10/10, excelente interpretación. Fácil podría ser el de mi pueblillo.

#i'm sorry. i'm not in the correct state of mind to translate this rn lmao. #idek what's the english equivalent #(although i think the italian equivalent is il pazzo della piazza or smth like that) #izzy hands #ofmd #ofmd s2e4 #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #nuestra bandera es de muerte #my brain is broken

[skrolli]

Hi, I'm looking to take some commissions!

I can do portrait, full body or any composition you want. If there's a piece you like from me i can do your comm in that style (nothing meticulously rendered though, that'd cost extra) otherwise I'll do what feels best for the piece.

You can message me on here or dm me on twitter. Thank you!

#cant tell if my english is broken in that post im sorry #commissions #furry #anthro #comms

[foxyk7]

I had to use my mother phone to do this.

It have audio.

[COMMISSIONS]

#my art #my oc #:v #Charlie/foxyK7 #pc still broken #had to use ibis paint and fucking cap cut to do this #OMG VOICE REVEAL??!?!?! #sorry #I still dont like how my voice sound thou #I had a small terapist sessieon today #session* #but it was from the local hospital/post? idk how it is called it english #the doctor looked like adult sashas from amphibia #but whit brown hair #also #mother finaly cuted my hair in the way I wanted it #but now I dont have a single idea of how to draw it

[not-from-amazon]

Franz Liszt and his fangirls😌

Who wouldn't like him lol

#liszt #franz liszt #art #doodle #classical composers fanart #classical composer #Fanart #My English sucks sorry that if I have any grammar mistakes lol TwT #I accidentally tear it off while recording to my friend trying to prove her wrong that I haven't rub it yet cz I drew this on my math book- #I'm glad it's not fully broken lol gonna tape it soon #Long story lol #lisztomania #I tried to draw his hair accurately *smiles through pain*