#(well mostly me and her)

[technically-human]

Hey, don't cry. Ghost yuri, okay?

(Now that you know the girls, they need to meet the boys!)

[hellishfig]

for the amount of time i spend thinking about erika ishii, i do not post about them NEARLY enough

everything i've ever seen them in, they have been fully dialed in. they understand the genre, they understand the character they're playing, and they NEVER. FUCKING. MISS

my current dnd character is actually based on multiple characters of erika's that i enjoy. my character is a witch (like ame of worlds beyond number fame [thank you to the witch class playtest]) but she is also a brewer who grows weed and shrooms, and deals them, and does them (and her personality is very much modeled off of danielle barkstock in dimension 20's the seven)

i feel that many of my favorite moments from erika are often focused on other characters. but many of those character moments would not have been possible without erika's incredible roleplay and sense for storytelling

and when the moment IS focused on erika's character? spellbinding. groundbreaking. from ame talking to orima in the overgrown shrine to danielle getting a nat 20 at the masquerade ball, i always fall into the scene and feel it so deeply due to erika's skill and poise and commitment to the story being told

tldr i think erika ishii is incredibly talented and wonderful

[venomgaia]

gal who calls you girliepop and collects bugs

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel bad for neglecting Hazel so much, I do have many thoughts about her.. and also a mermaid au that im probably not going to do anything with

[pygmypouter]

This place is a message... and part of a system of messages... pay attention to it!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[xenonsdoodles]

I think Ingrid is gay but I do not think she figured that out until well into adulthood. rip to her and to every woman who ever wondered where they went wrong with her :/

[sun-snatcher]

[ SLUMBER ] FROM YOUR PROMPT WITH ANOMALY!READER & CHAMBIT I BEG YOU

♧ ⎯ IN-BETWEENER'S ILIAD

summ.  You slip into a dream. Remy is reminded he’s not yours. Not in a way. pairing. Void!Gambit x f!Anomaly!reader , (established in #WELUCKYFEW) a/n.  A quick blurb! A spot of world-build, angst, and soft Gambit.

YOU TAKE UP THAT OFFER in Professor Xavier’s school.

Nothing crazy, Laura had told you. The Professor’s just looking for substitutes. Tutor on the side, maybe, for those who need a little help.

Your BioMed PhD serves you well. ( Though you didn’t quite have the proof of documents— Charles had only needed a second of a venture through your memories for the truth. “Welcome home,” is all he’d said, after. His gaze was kind. “And I am so sorry.” ) 

Falling into stride doesn’t take long. The Academy grounds are as memorable to you as the back of your hands. It’s mostly your mutant students and the nostalgia of meeting the X-Men— some familiar faces, some startlingly different— that tuckers you out.

The Professor introduces you as an alumni, funnily enough. You cover Biology; spend your days tutoring for other subjects when it calls for it— Science, Chemistry, Mathematics. School nurse in a pinch, too.

It’s no wonder Remy catches you dozing off on the chaise sofa, red pen clumsily lost on the carpet floor underneath a coffee table of scattered assignments and half-marked paperwork, household vinyl player humming by the corner.

Not an uncommon sight, lately. He usually sees you burning the midnight oil when he’s off to the pub downtown. (“Night-shifts as a Croupier. The locals love me an’ it’s honest work— jus’ a lagniappe that Gambit be enjoyin’ it, too.”)  *

He shifts to a crouch to meet your shut eyes.

“Chèr,” he whispers, trying not to startle you. “Can’t be makin’ dodo here.”  *

No answer. Your soft lips are parted. Susurrus, butterfly-wing breaths.

The jaundiced lamplight left switched on by the TV pours over you like a chiaroscuro. Sleep has you boneless with relaxation— hackles not raised and prepared for a fight; not throwing cursory glances at the shadows over your shoulders.

(War changes people. You’re still trying to get better at dismantling that habitual weariness. Logan gets it.) 

Against his better judgement, Remy tucks a strand behind your ear. 

A hum. You stir. Eyes lift heavily with sleep. 

…Gambit?

“Oui, chèr.”

Mission success? you mumble. S’everybody okay?

It takes Remy a moment to realise. 

You’re not… here. You’re lost somewhere in-between the waking world and dreaming. Unmoored between different branches of timelines; adrift in pelagic-vast realities. You’re talking to phantoms. Haunted by a Remy long gone.

Something pangs in his heart.

He can’t quite decipher it. A blur of compassion, contrition. 

…Quiet disappointment. 

“Mais oui,” he breathes. (You can feel the timbre of his hushed voice in your head. Accented. Gentle. You’re lulled, further and further.) It wouldn’t do to confuse you now, afterall.

He dips forward.

Winds an arm under your knees and your shoulders, then lifts you with gliding ease. Careful, even in his footfalls as he makes his way down the hall and to your bedroom, cradling you like glass against his chest— Safe; Secure; Impossibly tender coming from a man monikered after the Devil himself. 

Exhaustion drags you under once you sink into your pillows, feel the ghost of his warm touch linger at your nape.

G’night, Remy.

He doesn’t know who you’re speaking to, this time.

“...Sweet dreams, chèr.”

*Cajun footnotes:

Lagniappe — extra Make dodo — to go to sleep

[peachyutdr]

i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D

[elvisqueso]

"Marry Kocoum? But he's so...serious."

Pocahontas (1995)

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

zombies + text posts

[zondearts]

I guess we doing clothes now

[daily-basil]

Flower girl

[iguessitsjustme]

We've had Maya for 3 episodes and I haven't hated her for a single one of them. In fact, my love of Maya just grows each episode. She's such a fascinating contrast to Kohei. Especially when it comes to being able to specifically hear Taichi's loud voice.

For Kohei, it's a comfort. Cause it's something he can hear. But for Maya, it's jarring. She can hear so little that it's outside the norm for her to be able to hear someone and Taichi is something different because she can hear him.

Maya has kind of hidden herself away inside the comfort of her hearing loss and Taichi simply speaking forces her out of that. Which is uncomfortable. And she is already forced into being uncomfortable by living in a hearing people's world. So it's jarring when the one constant she has to cling on to (even if it is literally the cause of her discomfort) is disrupted.

Maya is starting to be faced with the truth that Taichi is a good person. She might not like him, and she doesn't need to like him. But that's why she is telling Kohei that he is going to be abandoned once Taichi finds someone else. Because she fully believes that Taichi, while good, will leave because she believes being with her and Kohei is a struggle. But Taichi, above all else, is adaptable. Which is why he is able to see the flaws in his (new/future) boss's logic about accessibility for one group taking away from another group.

But Maya doesn't see these moments. Maya just knows that Kohei favors Taichi despite the messy notes, almost crashing into them, and what she perceives as Taichi taking advantage of Kohei by having Kohei bring him lunch. Maya never gets the see the intention behind the good things that Taichi does, she only ever sees the execution. So I can't fault her for wanting to look out for her friend. Even if her execution is flawed too.

And I think that's my point. All of them, not just Maya, are flawed. Taichi isn't perfect because he helped Kohei and brought him back into the world. Taichi is lovable and he's wonderful and he is doing his best. Taichi is genuinely a very, very good person. But he is flawed. His notes are messy. But he's trying. Kohei is trying. And Maya is trying too. But just because they all approach things differently, doesn't mean that one is a villain. And I cannot hate Maya for being different.

[anemonet]

family portait (I think I remember you)