Completely unprompted but. Knowing Zabraks have two hearts for stamina/endurance reasons Maul's fighting style makes a lot more sense. He can jump around and do all his fancy flips because he doesn't get tired as fast as a human
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ryan: *in his narrowed p'jane lenses* so whats my objective 🤔
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nemu: we’re under siege rebellion is bound to happen the prime minister and ichijiku are in jail honobono’s missing who even knows what fck all is going on with amayado rei god what is happenING—
ichiro: hey little bros let’s put on a music festival to give the nation hope!!!!! and let’s invite the other teams as well!!!!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗
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The unfortunate thing about ITNL chapter 15 is that it's a bit of a slow start to the chapter. Leading into the stuff.
But once I hit The Part, I'm probably gonna write the entire rest of it in a fit of delighted mania. Just like I wrote the entire Brilliant Dynamtes Neon fight and the rest of that chapter in one sitting. Except I will have even more fun heheh
Definitely a sadistic side of me coming out with this chapter. But Eh, I'm a hurt comfort writer, that's basically my job lol
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Both Atreus would speak for HOURS about everything and mostly of how much they love their father and how much they are in love with them
Meanwhile the two fathers: grunts but in a i love my son way
Put 2 Atreus in a room and it won't fall silent for the next 24 hours.
Put 2 Kratos in a room and you'll be lucky to get more than a few grunts out of either.
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//Something I relate to with Samurai Jack, is that feeling of life finding every opportunity to push you back down, to kick your legs out from under you, bring you to your knees, leave you screaming, in pain, desperate, on fire. And yet to persevere, not just for your sake, but because you don’t see any other way. And somehow, even limping, you’ll find a way to wring out peace, happiness, contentment, love, and passion from this never ending path of pain. If you are to suffer, but there is no other way, there must be joy to be gripped with white knuckles and hungry claws, to fight for peace and to strive for hope even in the midst of all your anger and confusion and despair.
I may feel like there’s no way out, but I’ve got to keep moving. There are people out there depending on me to not give up. I can’t let these forces trying to cut my journey to an abrupt end win— even if I’m tired, even if I feel like it’s too much. When I feel alone, I let my mind picture what they’d want, I let myself mourn and wonder and wish, but I don’t let it give up. I can’t go see you yet. I have more to do. Watch me and I will see you when my work is done. But I will hold onto you for all of my life. I will make my life a service to you, my actions a memorial that can be trailed to you. In every move I make I will tell the ones I love, gone and with me, “this is for you, this is for you,” and when I live, even with tears and anger and joy, “this is for you.”
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I am glad I got a little hit of just the sort of positivity I needed last night after I read something that made me mad and sad. however this is my accountability post that I'm not going to take any risks in search of more. instead I will write happy things.
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