#but it'd be so much work man

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

yaz voice: i keep thinking,,, i keep thinking abt the.....future affecting the past of it all. the "if he runs out of time the hostile action would end and a time machine would know", "im fine because you fixed yourself", and "because it's not a grave"

like if it were me. if it were me. i still would have gone with the villa diodati conundrum. "save the poet, save the universe" what do we do when the poet IS the universe. "watch people burn now or tomorrow" like the distinction exists? like tomorrow isnt yesterday?

so we make them face the child. the doctor loses this one, right? too beholden to their rules. lost with shelley, will lose with the child. because there is no way to win it. not with the rules of the universe theyve clung to up to this point. not without play

so theres a child that needs to be saved but the doctor cant do it because it will take the foundation out from under the universe. she Can Not interfere. she fails to be the doctor when it comes to herself. but yaz is there. doctor's doctor. wont accept this. saves the child

the universe crumbles, but this or tecteun's revenge the outcome is similar except. the universe that crumbles if you save the child is the timelords' universe, their imposed histories, their laws, their logic. nothing makes sense anymore. it's terrifying. gotta let go gotta let go gotta let go. you HAVE to play. play or perish. please it's not that serious. it's just identity! funniest game there is. listen to the master; tag, youre it

[reineydraws]

so there's this post that talks about how people call jason's curved knife a kris but it's not a kris 'cuz why would he have a southeast asian knife? and op's tags say if you're gonna give him an 'exotic' weapon at least make him malay or something. a later reblog adds a filipino kris as an example, and then i was like, 'omg, jason in a barong tho.' SO i tried designing a bat-barong inspired by his hood logo, for a filipino jason haha. and now here we are! 😊✨️🇵🇭

[ratwithhands]

Fun fact I used to consume a lot of Land of the Lustrous stuff.

Anyways this is one of my many Land of the Lustrous OCs, Vivianite. Mohs hardness of 1.5, dark green/blue in colour, and very old. Due to the nature of his weak composition, Vivianite can't actually do much of anything, and has had to live under very specific conditions.

Vivianite wears a tight full body uniform to hold any chipped pieces in place, and is kept in a box stuffed with loose cloth to ensure minimal damage. If he comes into contact with light, he begins to oxidize and darken, so he's kept in a windowless room with curtains over the entrance.

That's all to say he's isolated and bored. He spends much of his time inactive, but he'll jump at the opportunity for conversation if there's someone around. Certain gems visit him to chat, get guidance, or give him the recent news. A task given to some gems is to clear his room of dust, and maybe bring him some books if he's up for it.

Vivian sees himself as an older sibling/friend to many of the other gems, and as such he's very keen on providing a listening ear and giving advice where possible to those who need it. He's essentially emotional support in a can.

Other notes/details:

not all gems know Vivian exists! He's hidden away so most gems wouldn't see him unless they were actively looking for him. A lot of the older ones know about him, but the younger ones don't

Rutile is endlessly tired of having to glue him back together so often due to his softness, which is part of why he has a tighter uniform to keep all his broken pieces in place

Vivian struggles with walking, he tends to be slow and stumbly

the tanks in Vivian's room are for jellyfish. Gems who are sent to clean his room have to switch out the jellyfish too. They're there to provide a faint light source so he doesn't go completely inactive

Vivian, despite living in a box in the dark, has a lot of technical knowledge about things as a result of millennia of going through the library collection. He' a living encyclopedia and can usually offer some answers if a gem has questions on a particular subject

his internal structure is basically a lot of shards stuck together like fibers, so he does minor repairs on himself by affixing strands of his hair into empty spots. He's had his fingers repaired and replaced this way often

In the few instances where Vivian has gone outside, he has an abnormally high amount of energy as a result of his inclusions being able to work at full capacity in the light

If I remember anything else I'll add it, anyways have a good day!

[verraising]

i am short of breath standing next to you. i am out of my depth at this altitude. -♡-

[storfulsten]

What you ever thought about doing a soft version of bombeep??

well thought is I've been asked about soft bombeep before actually but I never knew and still don't how to make a good whitty that would fit but whatever, just going with vibes now so ye lets go

slightly darker clothing and such related things bc reasons but also sometimes wearing cat ears and a mask in an effort to look less intimidating to people bc he's just a big softie obviously uwu

[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

-OUR FOUNDER-

⚙ THE CHAIRMAN ⚙ OF COGS INCORPORATED EST. 2003 ---------------------------------

So I've never talked about this on here before, but Toontown was one of my absolute FAVORITE games as a kid (despite never having membership so being locked out of 99% of the actual game jlkjfsakj) Like it was absolutely formative for me, I drew the cogs a bajillion times and they inspired a ton of my own stuff later on (and still absolutely do) Then the game closed and Rewritten came out so I could actually play the whole game for the first time (haven't gotten anywhere close to getting to the end though) To this day I have an on again off again interest where once or twice a year I'll suddenly get absolutely smitten with it again haha

So, if you're also into Toontown, you'll obviously be familiar with the mysterious, unseen overarching villain The Chairman This is my own take on his design that I came up with a few years back ^^

We don't have much to go off of from the original game for what the Chairman might've been like, so I had a couple of different inspirations

Obviously the giant head in the Sellbot Factory, since those old Chairman pics with that head pasted onto a cog body were absolutely what I was most exposed to as a kid, but it's also not a 1:1 lift

In some of my earliest sketches trying to come up with the ideal design I tried making him look like he had the giant robot from the old installer video underneath his suit, so he had like lanky, cartoonish proportions, toonier hands, etc It looked really bad though and I couldn't do what I wanted with the head since it would've had to fit over the shorter, wider robot head, so I just ended up scrapping it (i do take some inspiration from the video for my vision of Toontown's story, but i've just scrapped the robot entirely) Oh I also gave him the eyes from the Field Office since I thought that could be neat, but it looked out of place so I simplified them to what he has now (they're still stylistically similar to the eyes on regular cog buildings, so i don't think i'm really losing any of the meaning behind them at least)

By far the biggest inspiration was when the FY11 plans got released

Holy FUDGE did this blow my mind when I saw it for the first time All those years as a kid of the Chairman not even being ACKNOWLEDGED except by the CEO's final words and a couple odd references in obscure magazines and whatever Desperately speculating and grasping onto all those tiny pieces of some mysterious, horrifically evil entity behind everything And then this??? This awesome, ominous silhouette?? Plans for something huge??? Seeing it is what drove me to go and draw him in the first place, it still gives me chills just looking at it

So yeah, I wanted mine to have that same aura of cold evil, that striking silhouette, while also having a bit more character to him Like most cogs are frozen in the same screwed up scowl, where there's not much room for expression If I could, like, make an actual model for him, I'd want him to have the same sort of capacity for different expressions as the toons have (even some you wouldn't expect from the head of the cogs)

He's ruthless, calculating, doing everything he can to maximize the profits and efficiency of Cogs Inc and expand their operations to the entirety of Toontown, with no regard for ethical business practices or the wishes of the people he plans to subjugate (But does it work? Is he happy?)

I'm absolutely gonna do an analysis of the cogs as a whole at some point (as long as my interest doesn't plummet for a little while longer), there's a ton of stuff I wanna get into about my interpretation of them as villains because oh my god I love them so much

OTHER STUFF - He's not as massive as the other boss cogs, but he's still absolutely huge (iirc the highest level cogs are all canonically like 8ft?? and he's got a LOT of height on them) - He's drinking oil in the pencil drawing - I happened to watch this video where one guy talked about the way the villain in Tarzan held a glass of wine and how it left a huge impression on him, so I just arbitrarily decided to emulate it in my drawing XD - Oh yeah a big reason for the main drawing in the post was that I really felt like I was getting too attached to a single style in my digital stuff (literally just using the same default pen tool for everything, never changing the size), so I wanted to force myself to try something new - I drew the frame myself, just kinda winged it so it's. not as good as it could be but it works fine I think

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

when youre trying to live alone out in your field lab but then these two yahoos follow you out there and now they wont leave????

[orangeshinigami]

i only have about 250+ emails to read and answer (like literally over 250 emails, i wish i were overstating here), 36362536 shipments to follow up on & about 5093526 import/export documents to issue/correct, I'm not losing my mind no haha what you're talking abt. I'm f i ne

[zincbot]

played through tunic so fast i didn't even process anything besides filling my noteapp with "left right down up", but yo the production line for the obelisks? that was fucked

[alrightsnaps]

my favourite genre of egyptian people reacting to the cleopatra documentary is others being like “but you didn't have a problem when elizabeth taylor played cleopatra!” and them being like “actually yes, we did, y'all just never give a fuck about what we have to say as long as you make money off our culture”

[welcometogrouchland]

See, it's less about whether or not Willow is the braincell, and more about the fact that Willow likes taking care of her friends and looking out for them. It's both a source of self esteem and worth for her (she feels useful and competent if she's helping others) AND it's her main way of expressing her gratitude and affection for her friends presence in her life. They make her happy so she's gonna keep them safe and out of harms way. Plus most of her friends (sans hunter) have a history of looking out for her that, as much as she appreciates, she'd rather not return to. She likes her independence and she likes her new role in the friend group, she doesn't want to take steps back.

Sometimes this Need To Help manifests as magical outbursts that may not be great strategic moves (when she thinks Hunters been kidnapped in coth). Sometimes it manifests as scolding and steering in the right direction (her with Gus in something ventured) but ultimately letting them make their own choices. Ultimately Willows the sort of person to do whatever she thinks is right in the given situation for the people around her. When she can summon it, she has a lot of wisdom for her age (seen in the scene w/ her getting everyone to share food on the airship in king's tide). And if she can't summon it, she'll still try and do whatever seems right in the moment (gives hunter the pic of flapjack) and just problem solve as the day goes on until someone feels better, goddamit! <- this is the kinda moment that leads to rash decisions, bottling her feelings and burning out bc she really doesn't wanna fail due to her history and self esteem issues. It's why Hunter comforting her works so well in ftf and completely shifts their dynamic. She finally has confirmation that someone who loves her won't love her any less when she fucks up, but I digress.

Willows always looking out for others, and sometimes she's dumb about it, sometimes she's smart about it! It depends on who she's helping, why they need help and what kind of day she's had/where she is. Thanks to Them showed Willow in a pretty stable situation, hence there's extra room for silliness. For the future was following extremely distressing events and put even more stresses on Willow herself. Hence she bottles things up and struggles to make the good decisions she was once able to. It's not like she became a worse leader or friend since asias or king's tide (episodes that take time to include small moments of her playing to people's strengths, doing good strategy, making sure no one's left behind, etc). She's just having a really garbage fucking day.

She's probably only gonna get 1 Moment™ or so in the finale bc she had her day in ftf and I'm content with that, but I was rewatching asias where she DOES take on a responsible leadership role (while still maintaining her whole "blossoming wallflower/crouching underdog hidden badass" thing) and it reminded me of the small contained debate that happened around thanks to thems airing. Because yes, Willow and Gus were Goofy™ that ep, but a) they were literally comic relief in season 1 + 2A, it kinda has precedent and b) Willow is only as sensible as the situation calls for her and as her environment allows. She's nuanced like that!

[holiehs]

catch me officially having gotten over astarion purely through exposure to fan content

[typinggently]

White Knight

Annie January (Starlight)/John (Homelander) Warning: Homelander. The #Homelight situation and its implied dubious consent.

“Now that you’ve spoken out about your view on sex before marriage – do you have something to share regarding your relationship with Homelander?” Annie stares at the reporter’s lipstick-gleaming smile, a hot-pink contrast to bleached teeth and tan skin. “Our readers are dying to know – does he really land it home?” Blood rushes in her ears.

The flash of a camera reminds her to un-freeze her smile, but her stomach is in tight knots, her fist balled and hidden in the folds of her skirt. “I –“

“Excuse me, what was that?”

Her head snaps up, away from the woman and to him, right there, next to her, using that tone of voice in public. “What did you just say to Starlight here?” He’s smiling, the all-teeth smile, and his voice is light enough to make Annie dig her nails into her palms.

The reporter doesn’t pick up on that note in his voice, has no reason to. She turns her attention towards him, the same lipstick-smile now gleaming in the direction of what’s essentially a loaded gun. “Our readers are wondering about the depth of your relationship.”

“And what makes you think –“ Annie feels frozen stiff, staring his bright smile, those wolf-gleaming eyes. “What makes you think that that’s an appropriate question to ask?”

“The public can’t help but wonder –“

“No.” He shakes his head, one hand going up to stop her, flat of his red palm raised. “No, no, no. In fact –“ Raises his voice, all-American-authority that makes Annie sick to her stomach. “Everybody, listen. Stop the—No flash. I want you to listen.”

The cameras stop flashing, the reporters raise their microphones. The mass of bodies presses in, claustrophobic and unaware of its own vulnerability.

“I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour. You understand?” And his voice tips, gets cutting in a way it shouldn’t, can’t be in public. “There will be no more rude, invasive questions aimed at Starlight. In fact, there will be no more questions of any—“ Louder, colder, and she can’t let that happen. There’s not enough distance between them for her to properly use her powers and there are way too many people way too close for her to even consider that, but she has to do something.

She presses in, puts a hand on his chest. “Let’s go home.”

His head whips around and he stares, ripped from his speech. There’s a fraction of a second where his expression is empty, unreadable, and she tenses up, prepares. But his eyes widen, then his eyebrows go down, he tilts his head, his mouth opens, closes, a flicker in his lashes, a series of almost-expressions rattling by too fast for her to make sense of. Without warning, he leans in, folds himself around her, his arm going around her shoulder and his left hand to her hip. “Right, yes. Let’s go home.” His voice is a little lost, light, as if he’s just as surprised as she is to hear the words coming from his mouth, and she has just enough time to feel his grip tighten around her before they’re shooting up past the gleaming skyscrapers.

When she opens her eyes, the city glitters underneath them and the air tastes of ozone. It’s cool, the wind whips around them. His grip on her waist is tight enough to bruise and her fingers are clawed into his shoulders. “Hey, could you –“

“Yes, right. Sorry.” Absent-mindedly, he adjusts his grip, hoists her up a bit to slip his arm under her knees. It’s so quick and so gentle that there’s no doubt in her mind that it’s a routine move, that he hardly even knows what he’s doing. “Can you believe that?”

She’s resting against his chest, the leather of his glove on her bare thigh. The knot in her stomach pulses sickeningly. “That journalists ask indecent questions? Yes.”

He shakes his head, gaze lost in the depths of the sky around them. “Unbelievable. I should’ve punched my fist through her skull. Should’ve covered the asphalt in her boiling brain matter.”

Annie’s heart pounds in her chest. “Well,” she finally says, light and dry, “I’m glad you didn’t.”

He snorts at that. “Yeah, right. You know, you should be thanking me for this. They never asked Maeve those questions before she outed herself as a sexual deviant. And calm your horses, Jesus. I can hear your heartbeat from here.” At that last part, he tilts his head to look down at her, all smiles and electric blue eyes. “I didn’t save you from those vultures only to drop you to your death now, Sunshine.”

No, she almost says. She’s not afraid. She’s angry. She’s furious and disgusted and hateful. Except – She bites her tongue, hard, and kills that thought in the root. “I’d like to get home, then.”

His smile freezes. “But of course.” His voice is cutting again, haughty. “Hold on tight.”

She swallows, redistributes her weight to rest more securely against his chest. The angle is awkward, she presses her knees together and clenches her fists in her skirt.

“I said,” pressed through those porcelain-gleaming teeth. “Hold on tight, Darling. This might be a little uncomfortable otherwise.”

She exhales through her nose and puts her hand on his shoulder, turns her face into his chest. Shoulders drawn up, she closes her eyes and presses closer, pushes herself tightly against him. Then, everything is a rush of wind and ozone. It barely takes a second, but it feels like she presses her forehead into his warm-hard chest for ages, stomach in knots and heartbeat hammering, the leather of his glove skin-warm against her thigh.

Then, suddenly, he halts, abruptly enough that his cape whips around them. It contrasts with how gentle he lands on her balcony, boots barely clicking on marble.

Relief floods her, sudden and violently. She straightens a little, uses her hand on his shoulder to try and pull herself up so she can climb out of his arms, but his grip on her tightens. She blinks, turns her head to look at him.  

He meets her eye, gold and tan and ice-blue. When he speaks up, his voice is gentle and quiet, a secret. “You know, you could thank me. I mean, I did save you back there.”

At first, she’s frozen in place, staring up at him. From what?, she almost asks. From the innocent civilians doing their jobs? From a situation you put me in yourself? Anger rises in her throat, her pulse hammers against her throat.

She tries to think of Alex, of Hughie. Of the reporter with her lipstick-sticky smile. Her stomach is in knots.

She looks up into his eyes. Under her palm, she can feel the warmth of his chest. “Thank you.”

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

I CAN SEE THIS

[skrunksthatwunk]

ok yakuza 6 spoilers and not a very insightful post but every time i remember how young haruka is when she has haruto i get sooo nervous lol. she's like NINETEEN. what the FUCKK

[soryualeksi]

I found a Youtube channel of some local, uhm, blue light enthusiasts? Basically people SUPER into everything EMS and stuff and super into the vehicles lol.

Anyway, not sure how I feel about videos taken RIGHT outside my work filming the yard entrance with just. Documenting which Great Amazing Cars come out and why (like, sometimes with history of the individual car?).

I don't think it's anyone who works here or at least not on a regular basis, because usually people are like "the ambulance fan people are back and I'm uneasy ;_;" when they station outside lol.

Like. Good hobby? Love this shit? Love cars, too, love big cars, love ambulances? But somehow it's scary to get filmed and not talked to, because people are... fans of your work. (We have literally no entrance requirements lmao come join us it's what I did lmao.)

Was glad to see they pixilate our faces tho because every time they happen to film my car I make this O_O deer in the headlight "I'm autistic and I don't like my picture taken" face gdjrzjfz.

Like, I really don't wanna shit on their hobby, but I think I'd be more at ease to be filmed at like. The hospital. Where all our cars inevitably congregate anyway. Than actually being filmed driving the car out of the garage and onto the street at our home station. Where we just. Exist.

Oh, I think I get it, you know?

"Outside", like at a hospital, we are actively in Work Mode and whatever, document the Work and the Vehicles as long as you're not being a nuisance.

But when we're just leaving the station, we're only Getting Into Work Mode and also it's our place to just. Exist. Chill. Not in Work Mode. (It's something like a home tbh.)

Anyway, much rambling.

I don't wanna shit on their hobby, I just don't personally feel at ease with people filming us at the entrance of our home lol. Wait at the hospitals, maybe. Dunno. It's uncomfortable to me, personally. Not forbidding anyone anything and also maybe I just don't Get it. (The cars are amazing ok big reason I choose the job. They're so good.)

Ramble ramble.