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HOLY COW??? thank you guys, that went. a lot faster than I expected. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ✲゚。⋆ we'll see how this goes and, if all goes well, we might try this again at some point! (<- don't worry, if it becomes a longer-term thing it'll get its own place! this blog will still be 99% art/1% inane tag novellas about anime characters, never fear)
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ice cream on a stick(er)! after having made a whole bunch of stickers for various other things, I thought I would see if anyone wants some of my art...stuck to their stuff???
this is still pretty much an experiment, so I just made a few each of the head boys for now as a test set! it should all be set up properly (theoretically the cart and combined shipping should be working as intended) but this is still in (waves hands) stage, so. we'll see! how it goes! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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if you hit any problems feel free to shoot me a message here or through [email protected] -- once again, this is just kind of tryin' some stuff out, so I'll do my best to work out anything that pop up! thank you! 💚💜💚
#art#in this episode: ego sells out#(if this becomes more than a one-time Thing i'll set up a different place for it do not worry)#(this is as always a place for 99% shitposty fanart and it will not turn into a sales blog)#(i'm just like. thinking of it as kind of like an online mini-con booth or something right now? idk.)#(we're figuring it out...TOGETHER)
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if there's solid ground below
It's been five years, but I wrote a whole fic this week thanks in no small part to the singular @iphyslitterator!
[Cross-posted to AO3]
“H—hey, Tommy?”
Tommy startles and bangs his head on the hood of his truck, recovering fast enough that none of the oil he was nearly done changing spilled but not so fast that it would have escaped Evan’s notice. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just surprised,” he says, grabbing for a spare rag to wipe his hands on. “Hi.”
“Got a sec?” Evan rocks onto the balls of his feet and back again, hands shoved deep in the pockets of a hoodie that, in southern California in May, it should really be too warm for. But he runs cold, and the layers always have the added bonus of making Tommy want to rip them off in some kind of Pavlovian response.
Had. Last summer, they’d had that effect. This summer was shaping up differently.
Evan tilts his head, a little quizzical, and Tommy realizes he’s been frozen in place for a few beats too long, dazedly dragging the rag between his fingers.
“Sorry, yeah, go ahead.” He glances down at the car, which hasn’t moved, then back at Evan, who’s still rocking but who looks, Tommy’s now realizing, noticeably lighter than he has in a while—certainly since the funeral, but maybe even more so than that night in the bar all those weeks ago. His smile is far too small, but it’s there. “Although if you need another helicopter, I’m gonna have to start charging you at some point.”
“That’s okay, I heard your fees are competitive,” he chirps, and if his grin isn’t yet lethal, it’s shifted to shit-eating. Which, for Tommy, is lethal anyway, and Evan knows it. “But no, I just…just wanted to talk this time. For real, for once.”
Oh. “Okay…?”
“You can keep doing whatever you were doing; I know you like to have something to do with your hands.”
“Uh, thanks.” He stuffs the rag in the back pocket of his jeans and fishes the oil canister out of his car’s innards. This might be easier without eye contact. “What’s up?”
“I’m taking a sabbatical from the LAFD,” Evan says. Tommy freezes again, more of a twitch than a full stop, and makes himself continue the actual task at hand. “Three months. Mostly thanks to an insane amount of unused PTO, because I realized I kinda haven’t taken a vacation that wasn’t just medical leave in like…ever. And I need a break, you know, after everything? Like, I spent a bunch of my twenties driving around, odd jobs and stuff, and the world is—is so much bigger than the firehouse, or this city, and…yeah. I think I need that space for a bit. Just got it approved today. And then I came here.”
He pauses for breath, and Tommy stares unseeing at some perfectly intact wiring he could reconnect by touch alone if asked. “That’s great they’re letting you do that, Evan. I’m sure it’ll be good for you. How’d the others take it?”
There’s a little sigh. “I haven’t told them yet. Battalion chief said I’d always have a job to come back to, but they couldn’t hold my spot indefinitely. Depends on the new captain and how they want to staff up. Makes sense, obviously, so.” His sniffle is nearly inaudible, but Tommy’s never been able to tune out Evan’s frequency.
He gives up on the car, closing the hood with a quiet click and resuming with the rag, even though his hands aren’t especially dirty. “Never thought you’d voluntarily leave the 118.”
“I know, right?” Evan’s mouth twitches, and it’s not quite a smile now, but there’s something genuine growing back. “I mean, I guess I might not be, but. Things change, and it’s…time, maybe. I’m doing this, in any case. I—I—I just need to clear my head for a while. Go visit Minnesota, never been there, but then…I don’t know, maybe touch the Atlantic Ocean again. Camp out in some national parks. Go see the sky in Montana—it’s so big, Tommy, I’ve never seen anything like it, not since those years, and the last couple of months…it’s like the smog is just in everything right now, you know?”
Tommy nods. He can relate, despite how often he gets to soar above the chokehold of Los Angeles; smoke is smoke, and heat still rises. “I get it. So…this is goodbye, then?” He swallows, bites his lip, stares down at his fingers and the rag still entwined in them.
“No!” Evan leans forward for a breath, arm lifting, but he seems to stop himself, like he’s remembering they don���t know where they stand with each other, if he’s allowed to grab Tommy’s shoulder. “No, no, I’m coming back. LA is still home, my—my stuff’s going into a storage unit next week, my sister and my niece are here, and the new baby—the job—no, yeah, I’m coming back.”
“That’s good,” Tommy muses. “So…”
“So, I wanted to ask—I—I—I’m asking if you’d maybe be up for thinking about coming with me.”
Tommy freezes so suddenly, and so thoroughly, that the rag drops to the ground. “You—you’re going on a three-month road trip to get away from it all, and you want me to come with you?”
“Yeah, I do,” Evan says softly, surely, ducking his head in that bashful way he pretends not to know is so damn effective. “I need a break from everything, and everyone—but you, you’re not everyone. I meant what I said about being together, before. I still mean it.” Tommy feels both arms drop to his sides, heavy and limp like emptied hoses, and the air jerks out of his lungs as his throat closes tight.
Evan plows ahead. “I—if—if you don’t want to, or you can’t swing it with work, or whatever—I get it, that’s why I’m asking and not—not telling you what to do. I don’t—even if you don’t come, I’d wait. And, and text or call, maybe? If you wanted to? Even if it’s just as friends, my life is always better when you’re in it. Kinda hoping that goes both ways here.”
Tommy croaks, “And when you get tired of me before we hit Reno?”
“I won’t,” he says, no hesitation. Tommy’s slack face must do something, because he repeats, “Tommy, I won’t. I won’t. I just want time with you, more time, all the time. I want to try again, so, so bad. And if we fight, we can talk, and not just think the worst, and keep going, be—because I want to eat crappy gas station food with you and not think about the inside of a gym for weeks. I want to drive out somewhere where it feels like we’re the only people on the planet, and fuck in the back of your truck, and then figure out a map that’s older than either of us because there’s no cell service. Maybe rent a chopper in Montana so we can see that sky up close—there’s, there’s so many stars, and you’re the only person I’d want to see them with like that. I want to be locked in a moving vehicle with you all day, except for bathroom stops, and see your face when you realize it’s been 16 hours and we still have more to talk about, and we’ll just keep going, because I’m never gonna get tired of you.”
He pauses and swallows thickly, and Tommy can’t look away. For all that Evan Buckley wears his heart on his sleeve so easily for anyone to see, actually opening it up and offering to hand it over to someone else—that’s still work. “So—that’s what I came to say. That’s what I want. J—just think about it. No rush, I’m not—I’ll wait. If it’s what you want. You…you get to want things, too. So. Yeah.”
Evan nods to himself, rubs the back of his neck, and turns to walk back to his car, parked on the street. Tommy has to move, has to say something, but the soles of his boots are melting, fused to the cement of the driveway, his throat is still closed, and Evan—Evan is walking away.
Tommy wants things, too.
He forces a breath, in and out, on a four-count, licks his lips, and asks, “When do we leave?”
Evan radiates a warmth that scatters out, tangible and visible like a sunrise before he even turns around, beaming. “I was thinking a few weeks after the baby comes, but—but—yeah?”
“Yeah, I, uh, I could chase some stars over the Rockies. With you.” Tommy’s insides unknot, and the life rushes back into his limbs. “And the rest, too. I noticed it’s my truck in this scenario?”
Suddenly Evan is in front of him, closer than they’d managed even that morning after, pressed gently against him from chest to knees, arms winding around his waist. “Much more cargo space. Very practical. And I kinda thought you might be in the same boat, you know, with the unused vacation. Maybe enough seniority to hang onto your spot.”
“Probably, yeah, they generally…” He doesn’t even know how that sentence might have ended, has rarely thought about anything more than a long weekend away, but then Evan’s kissing him, deep and slow and sweet like they might already be the only people on the planet. His warmth flashes over through Tommy, nerve by nerve, until he’s lit up and burning, flammable in places he’d spent months trying to forget this man could expose.
When Evan pulls back, it’s with Tommy’s face between his hands, his relief and hope palpable. Like life might go on, like the world might really be bigger, could even be better, sometimes, than it had been.
“Let’s go,” he whispers, so close and so quiet that Tommy can feel each syllable rumble against his skin, tires steady on a gravel road away from this scene and toward the next.
#911#911 tv#911 abc#911abc#911 fic#911 show#bucktommy#911 bucktommy#buck x tommy#buck/tommy#this fic brought to you by the time my now-spouse and i went to the canyonlands in january and didn't see another human all day#and danny concannon's intonation on 'i want us to talk like we're gonna figure it out together'#and also tommy's emotional support rag#author knows nothing about car maintenance or lafd leave policies *and* heroically resisted the urge to fall down a google rabbit hole#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#for real though it's been half a decade how do you tag for visibility in a huge-ass fandom with multiple stylings?#on a website where the tag system has never accommodated hyphens very well?#anyway i wrote a fic for the first time in half a decade! please clap.
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maybe you should lock him up like a bird in a cage and keep him always in your sight. just in case!
Cei and the Arthurian Legend, Linda Gowans
also loosely part of my ongoing kay-perceval cinematic universe, this scene takes place years before this one
#knights knights knights!#komiks tag#anyway. slowly but surely. figuring out the style guide this specific story should have. we're getting there. it's all coming together
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I've read the top 20 fic by bookmarks of The Pitt on AO3
and they range from "not my bag" to "delightful" (though I've noticed some worrying trends I'll discuss elsewhere), even though I still don't have any horse in any particular race wrt ships. However, the King/Langdon fic I desperately want (and, so far as I know, no one has yet written) is asexual!Langdon/townbicycle!King.
Hear my vision:
Langdon gets through in-patient rehab; his most frequent visitor is his wife (who eventually becomes his ex-wife, but they still care about each other and he's—not relieved, but not so worried, since he feels like he's been letting her down ever since they got married), his second most frequent visitor is Robby (who just stares at him from across the table with his arms crossed, mirror image to Frank), and his third most frequent visitor is Santos (who always arrives with a stack of medical journals and shit and they always erupt in a screaming argument within five minutes of her arrival until she storms out, which is sometimes five hours later and sometimes five minutes later). Mel does not visit him at all and honestly he's glad, he hopes he didn't fuck her up somehow from their one day together.
So he comes back after some time off, and it's hugely awkward and embarrassing and he and Robby are still not really speaking to each other, per se, and everyone else is a little jumpy around him too. Mel is the only one who seems genuinely delighted to see him and strangely, they still get along really well — as if he's been here this whole time, getting to know her and work alongside her. They become a duo in much the same way Santos and Ellis are a duo, or Robby and Collins, or Abbott and Mohan. Langdon doesn't really think anything of it. Some doctors work best as a team. Maybe he'd just been waiting to find his teammate.
Only then he starts hearing these weird — not even rumors, it's not gossipy, it's more matter-of-fact than that. A new nurse arrives, working the swing shift midnight to noon. She's got bright blonde hair and a southern drawl and Shen starts sighing wistfully whenever he thinks nobody notices. Frank thinks she's pretty good at her job: a little stingy on restocking gauze but otherwise solid, and she has some incredibly good stories about being a bartender at an honest-to-god roadhouse when she was younger. Frank likes her just fine until one day he passes the nurse's station to find Perlah and Princess and Santos talking in — one of the languages they speak and he doesn't. Portuguese? All he catches are the new nurse's name, and Mel's.
"What's this about Ashliegh and Mel?" he asks, although judging by their eyebrows he sounds more demanding. But suddenly Santos grins this very evil grin that reminds him why he doesn't actually like her, at all, not even the slightest bit of begrudging affection whatsoever.
"They uh... you know," she says, waggling her eyebrows a couple times. From over her shoulder, Frank can see Mel darting into an alcove to talk to their ingrown toenail guy again. "Last night Ashliegh got the King-sized, if you know what I mean?"
"What," Frank says, squinting at her.
"You know," Princess says significantly, at the exact same time that Perlah says, "Oh my god, you don't know. Have you not gotten the King-sized yet?"
"What," Frank repeats.
"Oh," Santos says, equal parts gleeful and conspiratory, "bro, you are gonna love it. You know, if she ever picks you. Why hasn't she picked you yet?" she adds, cocking her head thoughtfully. "I'd've figured you'd be like, right up there."
"Hey, it took her a while to get around to Dr. Mentah, remember? And she thinks he's great," Perlah says. "Maybe she's saving him for a special occasion."
"What."
Which is how Frank finds out that Mel has slept with pretty much every available member of the day shift and swing shifts, three-quarters of the night shift, and a third of the rest of the hospital (though weirdly only a quarter of Neuro. Nobody's figured out why). Which accounts for why Abbott's always got that weird little twinkle in his eye when he works with her, or why Dana slapped her on the ass that one time with a patient's file, or why — apparently — Walsh had that limp a few weeks ago.
It takes him a literal week to figure out how to ask about it, in the most indirect possible way he can think of, which of course leads to Mel turning to him with a puzzled frown and say, "Oh! Did you — I didn't think you'd be interested, but I'm free tonight, if you'd like."
#the pitt#mel finds sex very therapeutic and pleasant provided boundaries are respected and clearly delineated#and assumed frank was uninterested because a) wife and b) asexual#to which frank has to figure out how to say 'well yeah but a) divorced and b) I still want your attention#'in a way that normally implies that we're sleeping together'#'and because I'm severely emotionally stunted I'm gonna have to figure out how to say that'#'over the course of like 30K'#just sayin'#it'd be great for me personally as a consumer#do I dare to put this in the tag?#eh fuck it#the pitt is a slapstick tragedy#pittfics by gus
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joe'marr bengals reunion — a (somewhat) comprehensive timeline




1 — “have you spoken to the cincinnati bengals and what would it mean to reunite with joe burrow there?” — “i have talked to the bengals. i don’t know how many times i’ve talked to them though. but, me and joe, you know, i wouldn’t mind going back with joe. if we go back together we’re trying to do nothing but get back our chemistry and have some more fun.”
2 — “i'm really excited for this draft. i don't really know what's coming but, you know, if me and joe could get back to it... i’d love to have some fun with him again.”
3 — “i assume you'd be okay with a potential reunion in cincinnati if that were to happen?" — "yeah, i wouldn’t mind.”
4 — “me and joe talked about [a reunion] maybe like three, four times actually. we talked about it a good bit of times. he texted me this morning, just letting me know: ‘get your bags packed’, so i guess that meant that was gonna be the pick. i don’t know if that was a hint or what. so, he sent me that little text this morning, i was like ‘okay… i'm ready, bro’.”
5 — “what was your reaction like when he was lowkey recruiting you?” — “i actually was believing him sometimes, sometimes i was like ‘stop playing with me’ and sometimes i was just like ‘okay bro, i gotcha, i'm ready now’ so. i believed him this morning when he told me, you know, pack my bags. so that's when i finally was like: ‘yeah he might really be calling this’ so that's when i took his word.”
6 – “jimmy burrow, did joe tell you—he’s always been kind of coy about what he said to the bengals—did joe tell you that he wanted the bengals to select ja’marr?” — “yes, i think we figured that… and eventually… yes, he pretty much told us that he wanted ja’marr.”
7 — “it was like a week before the draft, ja'marr said: ‘dad, joe texted me.’ […] he didn't say what he said, you know. but he said: ‘joe just texted me’, [...] so he had talked to joe like... or texted with joe once or twice that week. and then he told me, he said: ‘dad, if i get with joe, we're gonna kill’ [...] so he was all excited about getting with joe.”
8 — “what was the first thing joe texted you when you got drafted by the bengals?” — “make sure your bag's packed and ready. yeah, that was what he told me.”
9 — “the cincinnati bengals are on the clock now. earlier that morning, i had got a text from joe. he said: hope your bags are packed. i know it's me, at the moment, that's what i'm saying to myself. i can't wait to be a part of it.”
10 — articles: 1, 2, 3, 4
#wasn’t gonna post this#but then one of my friends asked me about the whole draft-texting-reunion-saga#so i tried to compile a timeline#added it to the joe’marr google doc that i made for my friends (who WILL be turned into nfl fans even if it's against their will)#and then i figured i might as well edit it together and upload it cause i do kind of wanna have this on here#anyway i guess the timeline on this is#some very limited communication between them during the season#as evidenced by that one pre-draft interview with joe in which he was like ‘yeah we still talk now and again’#then the frequency increases a little bit as they're starting to realise how well-positioned the bengals are gonna be in the upcoming draft#joe is reportedly being kept ‘in the loop’ re: the drafting/scouting process#starts seeing a real possibility of playing with ja’marr again#and begins cautiously mentioning the idea of a reunion around ja’marr#who is clearly a lot more hesitant unsure guarded etc etc regarding the whole thing#doesn’t know if joe is being serious maybe doesn’t wanna get his hopes up and risk being disappointed#(‘sometimes i was like stop playing with me’ and: ‘i didn’t believe it but then he provec me wrong’)#and then ofc the whole thing culminates in the text joe sends him#sidenote: i love ja’marr’s somewhat inconsistent narrative here#(i'm saying this as if he doesn't ALWAYS have theee most unrealiable narration lol)#like........ was it the evening before….. or the morning of.…..#and what exactly was the wording of that message#because he keeps alternating between ‘we're coming to get you’ and ‘make sure your bags are packed’#truly one of my favourite aspects about this ship is how much detective work you gotta put into#figuring out what the hell is going on between these two#which is made considerably more difficult by joe never commenting on these Highly Important Topics#and ja'marr who will truly just. say anything.#ANYWAY enough rambling pleeaaase let me know if i forgot anything or if you guys have extra content/opinions/interviews re: this entire saga#ja'marr chase#joe burrow#joe'marr#joemarr
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I haven't met them in Sophomore year yet but wow I can't wait to!
Huevember day 30
#d20#dimension 20#dimension 20 fanart#garthy obrien#fantasy high#huevember 2023#my art#WE'RE DONE!#Now I just gotta figure out the most satisfying way to put all these pics together...
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with the bit abt noelle mentioning berdly saying she should get a crt, berdly being a gamer and the thing abt crts being good for particular games, i could see later down the line susie mentioning offhandedly around berdly that she helped re-home kris's old crt tenna to mettaton and him immediately trying to get her help trying to convince mettaton to let them hang out and play games on it at some point. maybe if mettaton's got the confidence for it i bet it'd be interesting for berdly to drag susie, noelle, and kris over to play games on that crt for a little bit
#salty talks#deltarune#deltarune spoilers#like. gamer berdly with an interest in using crts for gaming purposes finding out that there is a crt in his town. that's something#if i werent busy with the oneshot and lacking in confidence in how to portray deltarune characters id consider writing a fic abt like#just berdly getting everyone together and susie convincing mettaton to let them hang and even play video games with him on that crt she#n kris gifted him. like. i honestly think susie would be kinda stoked at the idea of that even if it means putting up with berdly.#i cant remember if berdly remember the dark world stuff so i wonder if susie would pull him aside and be like yeah we're all calling the tv#mr tenna bc thats his name in the dark world we kinda met him n all that. he probably thinks its cool that you wanna play games w/ him btw#like. seeing mettaton's improvement and confidence gain + berdly (and noelle) getting into contact with this crt for gamin#and susie having an excuse to check up on tenna so to speak and like idk kris just. being there for the games and also since they figure#for old times sake tenna might like to see them again just for a bit. based on him recalling stuff b4 the fountain. do you see my vision#im still ill as fuck over that tv rn n i remembered th combo of gamer berdly + crts being in demand for some games + that noelle dialogue#idk how deltarunes story is gonna go in the future chapters but i kinda just thought abt this and like. yeah#someone handing mettaton a controller ajd teaching him how to play whatever game they’re on
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Me and @aistandardcherry have been talking about a Bad?Ending?AU where, because Tango never gets help, Tanguish loses his Hermit, and because of the guilt of losing Tango, Welsknight dies and leaves Helsknight as last man standing.
Tanguish, scared and alone and newly ruthless, manages to claw his way to the top of a Thief Guild. Helsknight, undefeated Champion with nothing left to take his anger issues out on, starts to go after this new Thief Lord stirring up trouble.
Shenanigans? Ensue?
#spazzcat doodles#they don't have a lot of face to face confrontations i figure because Helsknight would beat the snot out of Tanguish every time#but i think Tanguish would make a compelling menace from the shadows#tying Helsknight up in social situations where he has trouble getting an edge#and just overall outsmarting him#anyway something something we're together in every universe and i'm not sure that's always a good thing#its worth stating this was originally cherry's idea#i'm just pinwheeling around it#also ngl this doodle is 110% because i was looking up references for something and stumbled on this pose#and gave in to the temptation of 'well really i should warm up before a large project anyway'
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Portrait of a vampire
Photo of a werewolf (who doesn't trust cameras)
As a treat I like to paint my characters realistically from time to time... so I can see them...
Webcomic
#to be clear I do NOT think my art is like photorealistic#it's just extremely funny to read his expression as like. apprehension towards the camera#please imagine with me. play in this space with me#I know canonically he has been on camera but we're playing pretend...#anyways they are both extremely good looking I love them both so dearly........#time and time again#ttawebcomic#adam and steve#adam#steve#portrait#illustration#digital illustration#I figured out what was bothering me about adam's portrait#so now that I fixed it I'll go ahead and post them together#I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY in my captions sorry#I also dont know what to tag things as...#but I DO know how to talk about all kinds of shit in the tags!!!#so I do that!#wahoo yippee#also it is SO hard to make them match in more detailed styles#cause steve comes with way more detail (scars hair rougher skin more angles) than adam does...#so he always looks more detailed. ANNOYING!!!!!!#oh I just remembered something else I want to draw. I will write it down now so I dont forget
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thinking about the time when I was 16 or so (2013) and thought I could just launch a webcomic with:
no buffer
no written plot
no... outline?
no synopsis or advertising or even really talking about it at all
literally nothing, NOTHING, what was I DOING
here's some panels lmao



the single line of plot was "mage has parasitic brain worm that compels her to evil but also lets her cast mind magic"
the kicker for the plot was that someone else asked out the girl she liked and she turned to the worm for help eradicating the competition. I'm not kidding.
also can I get an award for Totally Normal Human Speech with "I was thinking... maybe we could date?"
#like I made character designs and a vague idea for plot and went 'neat! we're figuring it out together now'#I stilll think of it fondly tho
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Personal headcanon about the "you picked the wrong dellamorte" line, I don't think illario actually likes rook outside the context of them being someone close to lucanis. Like rook on their own isn't much to him, but when they meet it's yet another person talking about his cousin (why isn't he good enough for whatever job they're hiring for?) and on top of that they somehow bring him back from the dead (another whole can of worms for illario). Now he starts turning on the charm, but whether he's actually interested or this is just one more thing his cousin has that he doesn't and it gets under his skin, who knows. Either way, rook ignores illario, the guy who lives off his charm, and is instead interested in the guy who's never even dated before and thinks giving someone a knife is how to flirt. Infuriating
NO THANK YOU !! i am genuinely sorry if i have ever implied illario is into rook like i see some takes about it and unless it like ties into your rook's personal backstory i don't seriously think he's romantically jealous. at all. my enjoyment of that line stems from illario's pathological need to make it about himself and not see his strengths but what lucanis has, and therefore what he doesn't. he's annoyed enough to try and goad you in the middle of a fight about the 'wrong' dellamorte and completely blind to the fact that the venatori are at best, a stupid fucking alliance, and at worst, a cult that will devour the crows from the inside out and illario would have been the one to give them the keys. he sees lucanis make allies, needs his own, and instead of charming the other talons/houses as he should, he (probably spitefully) picks the venatori. or maybe he just thought it would be easier. ugh he makes me want to telekenetically throw him around
#and you raise a very hilarious point too LMFAO#not that he is jealous. just mad as hell its not working <3 I LIKE HIM VERY MUCH AND A NORMAL AMOUNT#to be clear i think his characterisation changed dramatically from wigmaker's job and a lot of his uh#very rash decisions about achieving power feels like they just needed a traitor character for lucanis#to really max out the use of spite. i really wish honestly that there was some canon support for illario#who would probably be a little more liked/popular than lucanis. bc lucanis is respected by the crows#but he's also a very distant 'dellamorte heir' figure. respect is not the same as being liked. so you know#there's the serious assassin with a rep for how good he is at killing#and there's a friendlier assassin with a rep for sweet talking#and neither of those reputations are necessarily true. but i know which one i'd be less afraid of#and i think illario would know that. and be able to use that. BUT WE DONT GET IT. WHATEVER.....#illario dellamorte#veilguard spoilers#answered#also we're introduced to an illario that understands being a crow. and has had all that drilled into him since childhood#why. would he. ally with the venatori.#why would he put himself into a situation that he couldnt control. other than 'the story needs a villain'#what im trying to say. is . there were the makings of a crow civil war here that ends with him tragically dead#if you asked me to expand on this i dont think i could. but like the main issue being the crows not standing together making#the antaam invasion worse (btw regarding this why the fuck were the antaam even invading) so lucanis' quest is#idk. something like uniting the crows together and potentially repairing his relationship w illario#or hardening him and convincing he needs to kill illario#this is me spitballing. dont even mind me#(glances at the 'illario mention' alarm going off in the background)#EDIT: AND ALSO IT JUST CAME TO ME#killing illario as an ending also makes lucanis first talon (oh we're really in the cycles now)#forgiving illario ends with illario becoming 'talon' tho he and lucanis work closely. like a ceo vs cfo#and ends with them repairing their relationship#in the ideal world lucanis would fully leave but im alright with crows making small steps towards becoming a bit healthier
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Happy Birthday to this still sort of goth punk girl (Vanessa Doofenshmirtz)
Her bday's today ! (June 15)
*also apparently its actually been 17 years and google lied to me (The ep came out in 2008!)
#my art#phineas and ferb#vanessa doofenshmirtz#pnf#vanessa pnf#pnf vanessa#pnf revival#its revealed in the ep Dude We're Getting The Band Back Together#figured it out while rewatching it for the revival
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amazing digital circus would be so alright if it was good
#juney.txt#it's not a show i hate but wow the writing just isn't there#there's a whole lot of#shit just arbitrarily happens. we're doing this emotional scene where we SUBTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:tm: hint at lore or character development#uhhhhh just because the writer says so i guess. it doesn't really feel natural or properly built to it usually just kinda happens.#there are moments it *doesn't* feel like that. the kinger and pomni stuff comes to mind as a rare exception#but for the most part it feelsss. cobbled together. inelegant.#half of episode one is just characters going ''huh?? what??? what is happening i don't understand???''#and it's usually to things the audience has figured out the general gist of within two seconds of seeing it. it's very awkward#idk i'm too sleep deprived to put my criticisms more concretely and into words. hence putting all this in the tags#writing is hard. the team behind the show just kinda don't have a grasp on what to do with it.#everything else about the show is technically competent#editing. cinnamon topography. animation. sound design. lighting and colour.#acting is a little rough but to be fair. like i said they're not working with the best writing#and also find me literally any piece of media from the past ten years with good acting#it's a dying art i tells ya
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there are other tinies in my enclosure, and we all love each other and being together
i'm petting her hair, i'm sucking his boobs, they give me kisses, we all hug each other
and also there's a giant there who loves us and takes good care of us and finds it very cute how all of their little tinies love each other <3
#robin's tiny thoughts#i've been trying to find comfort in the idea of being kept by a giant but strangely it hasn't been working#like “someone is keeping me as a tiny/pet/toy/whatever and i don't have to worry about anything else anymore” can be good both as—#—a sex thing and as a comfort thing#but i've figured out why it wasn't doing anything for me rn. it's because all my problems are other people's problems#and i'm trying to help as much as possible and i'm stressed because everyone around me is doing bad#i don't want to stop having to deal with it. i want to be able to deal with it better and help more. i don't want to escape it#SO the idea of being owned/taken/etc by a giant doesn't change anything. it doesn't help with my current stress.#HOWEVER. the idea of multiple tinies being owned together??#suddenly THAT hits the spot#it's good in so many ways. i get to be tiny and with a giant. but also other people are alongside me. we're together. i can take careof the#but our world stops at the giant's place and whatever they allow for us. we don't have to worry about anything else.#AND ALSO it's still a sex thing. the giant has more tinies to do whatever they want so it's better for them. they can also watch—#their tinies interact. we can cuddle under the giant's dick or make out in their bra or whatever#ALSO ALSO it feels like i'm partaking in this fantasy with everyone here. like anyone on macro/micro tumblr can join in if they want <3#you can be a tiny with me or you can be a giant with all these tinies#we can all have fun together <3
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what about bucktommy divorce SMUT
buck and tommy who keep breaking up simply because having sex as exes gets them both so fucking hot
#i love toxicifying bucktommy in my head#3 breakups are nothing i want 13 with 2 divorces AT LEAST#they cant leave each other but also they never figure out how to be together#need them in a situationship when they're retirement home age#“yeah that's my ex. ex boyfriend. ex husband too. yeah...we're kinda in the talking stage. look he sent me a picture with our grandson”#mimi talks#bucktommy#911
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