#ANYWAY... write with them :gun:

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[hypertechnica]

i’m going to make fiddauthor art with fidds wearing his wedding ring and you are NOT going to like it

big obligatory banner that says “cheating is bad don’t do it i just like stories with relationship drama”

closeted, internally homophobic gay men who are married with kids has to be the trope i’m weakest to. no person involved is escaping the despair brought on by a relationship built on a well intentioned, desperate lie, born out of a desire to be normal and good

he WANTED to love her so fucking badly. he felt no ill will towards her and he loves their son more than words can say. he thought the attraction, the way she felt about him, would come with time. it didn’t. he doesn’t want to hurt her yet was doomed to from the start, and he’s truly, truly sorry. this does not absolve him of anything whatsoever and she has the full right to never want to speak with him again. he lied! he pretended to feel the same when he never once felt anything but platonic affection! he’s been in love with someone else this whole fucking time! and their kid… he’s caught in the middle of it all, too young to understand why his father would hurt his family like this.

and then he disappears and never comes back. imagine you’re 5 and your dad goes to the middle of the woods with his buddy for science shit, all of the sudden your parents are yelling on the phone and signing papers, and then he goes MIA. for years.

imagine your husbands “buddy” was the one he was thinking of all this time, not you, never you. and the first chance he gets to run away from you, he takes, and you should have been suspicious by the rushed frenzy of it all, the phone calls getting shorter and shorter until it fizzles to nothing. he forgot to get you a christmas gift. he hand-made him two. there has to be something wrong with you, it has to be your fault. you wish you married the man he becomes when he’s in his presence.

he folded when you started questioning him directly - he’d been to neurotic to ever be a good liar. you thought he was the one. he thought you were nice.

by the time the divorce is finalized he’s different in a wrong way. confused, angry, forgetful, insane - if the giant homicidal robot pterodactyl you’ve been harassed by is any indication. (he’s had a bad habit of building homicidal robots when he’s mad since they met -engineer things- but it was never directed at her - thankfully it never actually does anything) he’s clearly abusing drugs - you’d feel bad if he hadn’t abandoned you with the burden of explaining why your son can’t see his father anymore.

it’s a rotten bit of your soul, but time heals you. you move on and no longer think of him. trust in your career. find a man who truly loves you with no motives attached. raise your kid to be a good man. and in a fashion not unlike shakespearean dramatic irony, this makes him move to gravity falls to find and take care of his father. you couldn’t care less what hee doing now, but damn it, it’s his father, what is the kid supposed to do? but its futile- he appears to have no remorse, hell, no memory of the incident in the first place. (this isn’t his fault but how are they supposed to know that?) so he grows bitter and cold just like his mother used to be.

imagine that.

all over a mans inability to do anything but live in denial. to force himself to live in a box and pine like a dying man over the right one at the wrong time, destined to crash and burn. to take denial to a new level- a cult, brain damaging radiation, a total ego death - just to take the edge off. take off that damn wedding ring

[northern-passage]

clementine

[triglycercule]

Thoughts on mtt

they should travel the multiverse together and see and experience a more peaceful life than all of them ever have (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

also they should get to gnaw at each other like rabies infected dogs 🧡🙏

[okayyydifferentials]

ocd chase. for no other reason than i’m suffering and being a damn dog is lowkey how i help myself sometimes. it could benefit him too if he’d just let it happen. hygiene ocd? eat that food out of someone’s hand and take what you can get. play with your tuoy even if it fell on the floor. checking and ruminating? sit and stay and only think about fun things like being a lapdog and laying flat out on your belly

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[deltamel]

i’m going on holiday to italy tmr (yipppeeee!!!) and this is just a quick psa that i may be inactive for the next two weeks hehe.

who knows, i may also have crazy writing inspo w the sunny weather and new environment. but if not, yous will see me back writing properly in mid-july 🫶

[threegoldfish]

Headcanon: Marc, Steven and Jake's weapons

Since Marc, Steven and Jake have different suits when working for Khonshu, each of them also have different weapons they use to protect the overnight travelers. We do know about Marc's and Steven's weapons of choice from the TV show, but I wanted to write everything down anyways regarding my personal portrayal of the boys (including eventual differences) - and also include Jake's weapons (as well as his suit), since we literally have 0.3 seconds of Jake screentime in the actual show (sighs dramatically, we need more Jake).

Marc's suit:

The one and only, well-known and impressive - bandages all over combined with golden metal parts (chest, shoulders etc), a mask, hood, cape. Every inch of his body is covered.

Marc's weapons of choice:

Crescent blades which he can summon at will, basically pulls them straight from the moon on his chest and they just materialize into existence at his touch. He uses them as projectiles, basically - throws them through the air, blades sharp, cutting through fabric, skin and bone. Besides those crescent blades, he also has a grappling hook which he can use to his liking, but rarely does. His fists as well as feet (and the whole of his body) is another one of his weapons - he's a mixture of a close range and distance range fighter. He can use his cape to glide for a certain amount of time, and he uses that one as a weapon as well (catching bullets, throwing them back at his targets).

Steven's suit:

Psycho Colonel Sanders, as Marc likes to call it - sharp and posh, complete with a jacket and vest, a tie, slacks, shoes, gloves... and his mask of course. No cape. A brighter white in color than Marc's own suit is.

Steven's weapons of choice:

Truncheons. Steven's a true close range fighter, prefers to use said truncheons to smash his enemies' heads in. Besides those, he also uses the whole of his body; Steven's movements appear more fluid than Marc's, much closer to an actual dance at times, with him seemingly being more flexible in general - he jumps and twirls, slides and crouches, throws kicks and punches. He does also throw his truncheons from time to time, but not as often. It's not something he's especially good at, but he manages rather well to hit his targets this way, and can coordinate with Marc when switching mid-throw to have him catch those truncheons in the end. That Steven's basically left with only those Truncheons and nothing else has to do with the fact that he doesn't fight as much as Marc or Jake do. And when he's the one fighting, he remains close range. He does not have access to the grappling hook and also does not fly/glide at all, neither is he jumping from rooftop to rooftop or climbing a lot.

Jake's suit (HEADCANON):

It's different from Marc's and Steven's, because it incooperates black as a color. It's more close to what Marc's suit looks like than Steven's - complete with a hood and a cape in white - but is not made of bandages; Black fabric stretches along his body, skin-tight and flexible, combined with a white chest plate similar to Marc's (complete with a crescent moon on it as well) and white gloves as well as white boots with some decorative details here and there. His mask is similar to Steven's, however - without the seam and the moon on his forehead, though. A black, sleek surface only interrupted by his white, glowing eyes.

Jake's weapons of choice (HEADCANON):

Another difference between him and the others is the fact that his suit has actual hip holsters attached, offering him two guns made of black and golden metal, with the bullets made from the same golden metal. He never needs to reload and will never be out of said bullets - his weapons have infinite ammo. Those guns are decorated with hieroglyphs and perfectly made for his grasp; Just the right weight, right shape, right size, right everything. Since Jake loves to show off, they're definitely something to look at - quite flashy with the gold, but nevertheless dangerous. Fun fact: Those guns are actually Beretta's, the very same model that civil Marc owns (the one we get to see in the TV show when Steven pulls it from Marc's bag). Next to his guns, Jake also has access to the grapplink hook and uses it the most, as he prefers to be a distant range fighter. He also has access to Steven's Truncheons - they morph into one long staff whenever his suit materializes, however, and he uses said staff to move (pushing himself off the ground, for example) or as a weapon (smacking enemies, pushing them away etc). The staff appears silvery in color with a few golden details for decoration.

[somelazyassartist]

I have finished!! The prologue of my fic!!! (Fandom: my DnD party <3 So mostly original fiction based on the DnD universe, obviously major credit to my DM and fellow players for initially creating and playing out the story with me!!) This is the first narrative piece I've written in like 4 years and it's in a style I've never tried so it's.... certainly been an interesting time figuring it all out!! But! Chapter 1: A Prologue, of Sorts, is up!!

(which also means spoilers for my mutuals who are currently playing The Infinite Dungeon games themselves, beware of that lol 💜)

[gallawitchxx]

day twelve • @gallavichthings kinktober 2024

↳ 31 days of kinks & cards in 3 sentences

GUN PLAY x THE STAR

He’d read online that it could be healing, like some kind of deranged immersion therapy, and though he thought he might die admitting his curiosities, Mickey went so far as to tell Ian—“Wouldn’t be loaded, doesn’t even have to be a real fuckin’ gun, I just thought, maybe…” Surprisingly, Ian had gotten on board fairly quickly. Even more surprising was the sweet sense of relief that swept through Mickey as the cold metal of the barrel trailed up his thigh towards his taint.

[dennisboobs]

i think i have the most unfortunate-for-everyone type of brainrot that makes me obsessed with maureen and mandy instead of dee and the waitress

[honestlyvan]

Looking at this tweet:

and thinking about how I actually did this to Prime Wheeljack on my second viewing, deciding that he has to deal with fuckoff arm and wrist pain like I do

except he fucking did it to himself, because of course he did -- all of his integrated weaponry is custom, with his engineering background meant to primarily support hand tools, his initial loadout was configured for near-recoilless weaponry like Bumblebee and Smokescreen, but running around doing commando blackops shit (in his mind) necessitated larger firepower and there were no medics around to finger-wag him out of doing whatever upgrades he wanted so now all of his weaponry is a grade or two stronger than his structural components should on paper be able to handle.

As a result his whole upper body has a ton of microfractures from magnetic shear and recoil -- nothing that his self-repair can't handle, but just like with humans, supportive member damage doesn't heal back up to be stronger without very specific kind of physical therapy to accompany it. As a result Wheeljack has actually gained mass and lost a lot of the flexibility and aerodynamic and balance qualities of racer frames, and is maintaining his ability to do trick driving largely through just. Doing it, lmao, and not thinking about his worsening health.

[thepoisonroom]

in a class this term about literary awards where we read only winners of a specific award and i'll be honest i straight up cannot read another book where they use disability as a metaphor

[tvckerwash]

wash tormenting the reds in the most petty ways possible because he's still pissed off about them hitting him with a car and then blowing him up in s8 is so important to me you don't even understand

[whimsicmimic]

I wanted to do a little thing for @trigunfanfic appreciation week!!! We're gonna keep it nice and short, but god knows I'll be back to rec some more. So!

Come and See by @avoidingavoidance ; Tristamp post s1, canon divergence: Wolfwood goes home, Vashwood

I've been following Come and See for Multiple months now, and it's honestly been one of my absolute favorite fics in the fandom. Cannot stress enough how much I adore this fic -- where do I even begin? It's heartfelt, it's funny, it's PHENOMENALLY paced, and the character writing is just so, so, so good. There've been multiple chapters where after I finished reading, all I could do was pace, because what else can you do!!!! What else can you do!!!!! Fuck!!!!!!!

CAUSE OF DEATH (See instructions and examples) by @floofyfluff ; Post-Trimax, Wolfwood Lives, Vashwood

Cause of Death is my absolute favorite Wolfwood Lives fic; I rec it to people CONSTANTLY. I adore how it tackles the unpleasantness of coming back from the dead and its recognition of how spending a full year in a coma is an incredibly difficult thing for everyone involved. It also does a phenomenal job with Vash's grief, guilt, and conflict avoidance hitting against the brick wall of Wolfwood's fear of abandonment, and again, I really do just gotta shout out to the way it handles coming back from the dead as a wholeass medical condition that leaves a lasting impact on the body.

Someone's hand opens (I hold it) by @tytonnidaie ; Trimax, canon divergence: the events of Trimax happen long before Vash meets the other three, Vashwood

Read someone's hand opens. Seriously, read someone's hand opens. It's an INCREDIBLY fun premise, with the events of Trimax having happened long ago + Vash disappearing afterwards. The end of the world has been avoided, but no one really knows what happened, and no one has closure regarding these events. It's so much fun, y'all. It's SO much fun. I love Vash as a character out of time, I love Wolfwood as the man with a bounty on his head, and I LOVE the worldbuilding and speculation regarding life on No Man's Land post-Trimax and the culture clash between the SEEDS colonies and the Terrans. Read someone's hand opens.

Blended in Measure (Series) by inkpot__gods ; Tristamp, Getting Funky With It, Mashwood and Stryfewood

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goddddddd. Enough about the boys, let's talk about our girl Meryl Stryfe for a moment. There's so much that can be praised in this series: the amount of care and attention towards Meryl's character, situation, and background, the shared grief between Meryl and Wolfwood as the only two people who know the truth behind a cataclysmic event (and the knowledge that the world will never, ever believe them), the WORLDBUILDING. Oh my god, the worldbuilding, y'all. The worldbuilding is so well thought out, and I want to eat it with a spoon. I also wanna shout out to the way they expanded on Meryl and Zazie's friendship, because god, I love them. I love them. What more can I possibly say.

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

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