Tumgik
#just an excuse haha
sharksandjays · 4 months
Text
Sorry for the long hiatus! Life, huh?
I don't have much time for art sO i offer to you an ANALYSIS/HEADCANON POST.
Sharkanalysis is ONCE AGAIN back.
Today we are talking about ....Skybound Jay. I know this has been a topic that has been going around a lot the past few months for some reason but im in constant brainrot about it. (This also delves into the other seasons too) But I'm mainly talking about how Jay's response to trauma changes after Skybound.
In Skybound this is VERY evident with how he completely hides what happened to him on the ship. Usually Jay would infodump about what he went through but he just keeps it to himself. He just tells Cole, when he is found, that he was forced to "clean a lot." And avoided talking about his eyepatch. And when he had to explain why he couldnt summon his dragon, again he said it was because he was "too tired." When in reality, we know he was tortured a LOT.
And if you think about it, even though Nya remembers Skybound she still doesnt know what happened on the ship. Canonically, we never see Jay explaining it to her.
He literally keeps it all to himself. Which is such an interesting coping mechanism since he's so known for "panicking" and 'hiding behind his team."
You can really see Nadakhan's effects on him. He goes from stupid panicking where he's screaming and running behind his team in the earlier seasons to full on mental breakdowns like in Hunted and Crystallized where he pretty much becomes so unstable he cant function normally. Where he either isolates himself or loses hope in life.
It's such an interesting character arc for him. I'd love to see his trauma delved into more.
241 notes · View notes
soosoosoup · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
Fluffy rearing
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
doctorsiren · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I saw an interesting post a while back that said “Capcom made us [Miles and Diego/Godot] only have like two(?) interactions because they knew we would be unstoppable with a brother dynamic” and tbh it stuck with me bc it was intriguing.
So yeah that potential brotherhood, but that Godot/Diego AU I made (that I still need a name for)
Also I bet Gregory Edgeworth would have smelled like a bit like coffee, and so Diego just reminds Miles of that comforting presence 😭 (the von Karma estate was a tea household, so he didn’t smell much coffee after DL-6 and didn’t realize how much he missed it/reminded him of his father)
1K notes · View notes
sysig · 4 months
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Two skeletons in a trench lab coat (Patreon)
Bonus:
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
He’s very careful! Everything was fine before you interrupted!
#Doodles#Handplates#UT#FJdlsafjdsf Handplates fuzzes my brain#I cannot tell you how weird it feels to draw Gaster with the Lost Soul head after all this time away haha#It drops me back into the person I was when I first read Handplates - for better or for worse. It's a very strange feeling#Even drawing Sans and Papyrus again sends me back! Not as strongly but certain little details stand out#Sans' eyes especially... Very strange feeling#Anyhow! Since Fellplates sent me back down the rabbit hole and I've gotten back into rereading lightly - still not a full commitment!#Maybe soon tho 👀 I feel like I always say that haha#But in the meantime thinking of the pre-Plates Handplates time period <3 Since that's the one I'm still most familiar with haha#I love when they're still growing and learning ♪ Scaffolded baby talk! Twin language! Love 'em ♥#And fearless* mischievous little troublemakers hehe#They're so cute <3 I love the little ways they interact as young'uns - like when Papyrus will just lift Sans by his arms lol#I'd been thinking about and then had to go read the one of Sans as a the blanket/coat tickle monster and then - this ✨#''Excuse me sir I'd like One Ticket to the R Rated movie I am an adult Monster'' lol#Probably another one of those moments where Gaster is just *nervously sweats in Dad* lol - stop being so cute!#Also there's no particular meaning to when I use WingDings for his text :P Just convenience and if I remember to lol#Comics where he talks a lot are not convenient XP I have enough trouble editing on this paper ugh I will Not miss it when it's done#Even attempted this comic in as few pencil strokes/erasing as possible and it was still a pain to work with! >:0 Rude#Doubly so that I've had a Handplates comic idea for past like - year lol - and /this/ was the first one I finished pfftbl#To be fair to the other I do want to at least attempt making it a look-alike hehe ♪ You know how it is with Ideas™#I can't be too mad about it haha ♫ It did turn out quite cute after all :3
719 notes · View notes
bitter--boxx · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
theyre so silly l love them 🦨🐁
671 notes · View notes
beaulesbian · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
✨ Happy Birthday Roronoa Zoro ⚔️(11.11)
"Until the day I defeat him and become a master swordsman, I'll never be defeated! Got any problem with that, King of the Pirates?!"
560 notes · View notes
slumpsnail · 17 days
Text
Tumblr media
Self-indulgent punk rock Rolan AU
280 notes · View notes
ajwalker7900 · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
I thought of this after watching the new episode and had to draw it immediately
Tumblr media
omg a textless version yayyyyyy!!! now to rewatch film red
758 notes · View notes
marmastry · 9 months
Text
Rain
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
920 notes · View notes
pollyannawog · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
A hypothetical post-epilogue design for my take on Kieranpon where he's a bit happier abt things....
Original AU by @shima-draws
296 notes · View notes
il-predestinato · 9 months
Text
The way Charles just clobbers him without any mercy. 💀🙈
GP: "Race control have said there's no investigation ongoing for that incident." Max: "WHAT! What the - what the?! Where should I go?!" 🎥: 2019 Japanese Grand Prix (+bonus F1 animated video at the end 😁)
Aftermath:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
473 notes · View notes
shkika · 2 months
Note
I'm literally buzzing with excitement for the Wind comic thing :> I've been coming up with my own theories of what it could hold, and even making a video based on those theories! Tho, it'll take some time to finish XD It's like...A big project. Love your works!
Tumblr media
This ask made me so happy I blacked out and this appeared on my screen.
I have the comic planned and sketched out with placeholder dialogue between the rodent sisters I just need to finalize it when I can!
174 notes · View notes
soosoosoup · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
He's got a lot of hug times to catch up on.
Tumblr media
In case you wanna see w/o background :)
782 notes · View notes
jade-of-mourning · 3 months
Text
sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.
and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.
he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.
just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)
175 notes · View notes
infamous-if · 1 year
Note
would u be willing to post seven's internal monologue?? pretty please just for us??? 😳
Tumblr media Tumblr media
So sorry I don't mean to write all my characters with such sad internal monologues that's just what I tend to gravitate to 😢 hope it's not a problem
I shouldn’t be here. 
That thought follows them outside the car. It follows them down the street. To the Heavenly Isle lot. To the entrance. To the dancing crowd.
Their logic is practically yelling at them to turn around by the time they’re becoming one with the audience, shouldering dancing bodies as they maneuver through the human current, keeping one eye on the stage. The singer of the band on stage belts out lyrics to their song, baring their soul as they relay a love letter to an unrequited love, Annabelle. The subject of the track.
Seven clears their throat, oddly uncomfortable, before finding a relatively empty spot in the crowd.
Seven’s bandmates join them a moment later, crowding around the circular standing table by the edge of the crowd. Seven senses a few eyes on them. They brace themself for someone to ask for an autograph, even a picture, but loosen up when no one does. Good. Let them be a ghost. Let their image disappear. Let them cease to exist. Just for this one night. 
They just need this one night. 
“Why are we here?” Pope whines, going as far as stomping his feet. “We ditched a rager to watch BOTB auditions? We already won.”
Seven stares ahead, expression unchanging as the singer dives into a bridge full of confession and regret.  It was just last week they were up on that very stage, auditioning for the chance of a lifetime, singing lyrics just as raw. Just as vulnerable. 
Oddly enough, Seven wasn’t even half as nervous then as they are tonight.
“It’s good to get to know our competition,” Seven replies, surprising themself with how casual they sound. It’s funny, really. There’s nothing casual about their appearance tonight. 
They feel eyes on them and they meet Avina’s gaze, who shoots a pointed look at the table. Seven looks down, finding that their hand is tapping relentlessly against it. They turn it into a fist, shoving it in the pocket of their plaid shirt, hating how observant their friend is. 
“Our competition?” Keiran asks, doing a perusal himself. “When did you become so”—they make a vague gesture with their hands—“involved?”
Seven clenches their jaw. “Is it a crime to want to win? If you want to slack off this competition, be my guest, but you’re not doing it in this fucking band.”
Kieran’s brows lift. 
Seven shuts their eyes. “Sorry, that—“ They huff. “I didn’t mean that.”
Pope shoots Seven an odd look. “Why are you—“ Even beneath the dimly lit mezzanine that shakes with the weight of the dancers, Seven can see the dawn of their realization clearly. “Oh. Oh. I get it now.” 
“Get what?” Kieran prompts, whipping his head back and forth in search of an answer. “Get what? What?”
“Seven didn’t come here to scope out the competition.” A teasing smile grows on his face. “Well, they did. One competitor in particular.” 
Seven shuts their eyes as Kieran lets out a child-like ‘ohhhhh.’
“Pope,” Avina sighs out, staring at Seven with a trace of worry on their face. Which makes it worse. “Stop it.” 
Pope raises his hands in surrender. Kieran has enough decency to pat Seven supportively on the back. 
“The pain we reap. The lives we seek. Would you bury me with the rest of your past misdeeds?”
Seven looks around, soaking in the dancing crowd. Are they listening? Truly listening? Do they resonate with the pain of the singer? 
Do they care?
That’s one of Seven’s biggest problems as an artist; having to deal with the fact that sometimes a song is just a song. That for Seven, it could be their whole heart on a track. And for others it could just be another three minutes to escape. 
Seven briefly wonders if they watched their performance. Would they have listened to the lyrics Seven wove in the quietest hours of the night, catered specifically for them? Would they have understood?
Seven clears their throat, shaking away the thoughts just as Donny, the host, comes up on stage. The next few minutes melt together in a blur of cheering and conversations Seven hardly hears. 
Because they’re there. Right there. And Seven has lost all grip on reality. Any sense of self. For a moment, it almost feels like a dream. 
If only they cared a little less.
They feel an arm on them and look up to see Avina smiling. “Howdy, partner.”
Seven faces ahead, watching as (MC) and the band takes their places on stage. Their eyes track MC’s every move, as though MC is in danger of disappearing. Isn’t that what they did the first time? “Hi,” they say finally. 
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Avina says. The lights dim, signaling the start of the song. “You can just leave.”
“I know,” Seven clears their throat, “but I can’t.”
Avina says nothing to that, instead choosing to face ahead. Pope and Kieran come closer, whispering to each other as the first notes of the song start. 
MC’s voice is just as Seven remembered. Smooth. Hypnotizing. They hate that it still gives them chills. Hate that MC still has that kind of power over them and their body. 
As the crowd becomes increasingly excited, Seven’s will to stay weakens. The lyrics are too close. Too real and watching MC up there cuts a bit too deep. Seven wants to care a little less? No—they don’t want to care at all. They wish they could wash MC off them like filth. Strip memories of their scent, forget the way they laugh, strike out every memory with a marker like some failed lyric in one of their notebooks. Just erase it all until there’s nothing left. 
And it’s in that moment, while Seven is thinking up every twisted metaphor, that MC notices them. 
A stifled sound they didn’t know they could make crosses their throat. MC eyes pierce through them as if Seven were made of glass. That’s surely how they feel right now—delicate and liable to break. 
MC’s voice pitches upon the realization and they look around, as if to check if anyone noticed. No one does. But Seven did. Seven always does. 
It’s then that Seven answers their own question. If you heard my song, would you understand? They know MC would, because this is not just music to them. Their songs used to be another language. It was the way they laughed, the way they knew what the other was thinking with one kiss. The way they touched and danced and did nothing at all under the pulsing lights of the stars on their mom’s roof. 
And it’s all gone. 
“This was a mistake,” Seven whispers to Kieran, hating how choked their voice sounds. Despite their earlier humor, Kieran remains grave when they nod.
Seven doesn’t have to say anything else. Their friends know instantly. Just like what Seven had with MC, they have their own language. This is how it is—you move on by finding something else. By burying the past with the Seven they killed the night they decided to leave. 
Seven gives themself ten seconds. Ten seconds to allow themselves to feel. Then, once the ten seconds are up, they imagine themself scribbling this moment out like a song in a journal, doing so dark enough that even the most painful moments can’t been seen under the messy wall of black. 
They turn around and walk through the crowd. They don’t look back. 
657 notes · View notes
sysig · 6 months
Note
uuuumm for the request thing maybe pastel gaster? maybe with the evil goatparents or evil alphys, haha. or maybe even evil temmie lol.
Tumblr media
Day 29 - He's studying you with a smile...
#My art#Requestober#UT#Handplates#Fellplates#Gaster#Fellplates!Gaster is weird :) I like that about him#Man it's been a heck-while since I've draw him!! He's still heckin' cute - I will always be biased towards wings haha#Didn't have any hair to shade this time so had to give them a little extra attention hehe ♪#The whole shading everything - I've just been really into backlighting lately haha#The halo is a great excuse ♫#I also like how in searching for his refs they were paired to the note of ''Don't think about it for too long it all comes crumbling down''#But now I'm thinking about it!! Oh no!! Lol#Like for example I know there are Mercyplates iterations where the Skelebros never get the plates#But the intention was still there at some point (maybe? It's been a while lol)#Basically my point is - I think Gaster's two hand hole-punches would garner the attention of Someone#Since they were brought up how about Alphys or the Goatparents' - and he gets some accessories to cover up with ♪#Anyway that's all just errant-thought fun to think about Gaster getting hurt lol - even this Gaster?#:3c Maybe#I trust him about as far as I can throw him as much as I thoroughly enjoy him hehe ♪#It was tempting to do something with Alphys and the others as well - the image of him picking up Fell!Temmie and resting her on his lap lol#But I've never drawn any of them and I couldn't find any agreed-upon references so I opted for He Alone#It would be fun to see him interacting with others tho :)#Hardly topical but I think my favourite iteration of AU Alphys is SwapFell?? She's very cool in Swap but hnnrh the armour is so cool#Anyway lol ♪
312 notes · View notes