#my traumatized king

[fishalthor]

wot gif meme: 5 scenes: 5/5 - anytime Rand channels.

[time-himself]

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky;

[rileyclaw]

you’re safe, you’re safe, you’re-

[jazmazkaz]

Sour Bill for like half the movie:

[drawlody]

Look guys it's my wives-

I got these 2 spinning in my brain so the next logical thing is drawing them interacting obvs :D

I love how with how drastically different these 2 character r they still have 1 thing in common that is they both adopt a buncha kids ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ parental firgure go brrrr. Say what u said about Adam dude got like 50 kids in the bible and no one can forgot fatherly instinct entirely>:)) I can't tell if I like Lute as his daughter or gf more so uhh leaving her outta this ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ . Simon forgot neptr again(⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

I am perfectly normal bout them why ya ask(⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

Forgive me since this a doodle I didnt really clean up or pay much attention to the details ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

[tooncraze]

Here take my Booigi shit- you’re welcome

Also some Dial L for Luigi cause I love this series and loved it before it became popular just saying

He’s babygirl fr

[mewtwo24]

Something about Hua Cheng's expression here is killing me--I know this is supposed to be a delicate moment of reassurance but the pure hater energy radiating off of him is just immaculate

[koppaiterocker]

This account does NOT forgive King Peppy

[uselessalexis165]

YO THESE CHARACTERS GOT TRAUMA!

(part 5)

[iwanttobepersephone]

I don't see enough people simping for Cassie in this fandom and that's a crime

Where are all my lesbians at??? I know we have some

[pageofheartdj]

Hunter - his name was given as a job ‘witch hunter’.

Vee - picked a name that was her cell number.

King - the name stuck after Eda accidentally implanted a delusion in his head.

Collector - doesn’t even have a name.

Luz:...

Luz: Welp.

[pinklikeroses]

Not ready for the season finale tomorrow

So naturally I drew angst :D

A what if scenario of wukong being controlled by LBD but instead of being a mindless doll his subconscious is well aware. He has an out of body experience bc he can see everything that he’s doing but can’t stop himself. No matter how much he screams and cries he can’t control his body.

It’s like it has a mind of its own…….

[theintrovertedextrovert]

My favourite short kings <3

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Friday

Fragile Things (the one where Damas time traveled)

Spargus: a month and a half after Damas rescued Jak from Haven.

Jak seemed to have been waiting for him -- unless he had been stealing dates from the palms in the throne room again, which was a very real possibility.

Damas ruled this out when he saw the conflicted look on the boy's face.

"You're up here early," he said by way of greeting, "I thought you were going to join the field trip to Tributary to get parts for your talk-box."

Jak shrugged and hopped from one stepping stone to the next. "That's later. Had to ask you something first."

He looked...nervous. Like he didn't really want to ask, but couldn't bear to hold the question in.

"Ask away, little one." Damas tousled Jak's hair as he passed him.

He was never going to get over how small Jak was at thirteen. The Jak he knew before almost always managed to dodge him. This Jak never saw him coming. Stranger, this Jak never minded. The Before Jak soaked up any little scrap of kindness with a painful desperation, and so did the Present Jak. But this one didn't shy away from touch. Sometimes he even ambushed Damas in the market to hug him playfully and then run off to get into more trouble.

The second he'd turned to face Jak, the question was flying out of the boy's hands.

"Are you actually my father or something?"

He cringed.

"Sorry. It's just- Never had anybody help me like you, except Daxter."

He didn't use exactly the same signing dialect that Spargus used. It was faster, and a little hard to distinguish tense indicators sometimes, but not so different that Damas couldn't work out what he meant. Jak vocalized sometimes, when he felt comfortable, but they were sounds more than language. And Damas did remember Jak telling him before that he'd spent much of his childhood nonverbal. But it was more jarring than he'd expected when it came from a smaller, softer face. One that reminded him, over and over, of Mar.

"I-"

"And- and Samos always helped Keira but not me and Dax because we weren't his kids, so I couldn't figure out why you're so nice to me if you're not like, y'know, my-" Jak's face reddened and his signs became small and faster. "My dad or something. Sorry. Sorrysorry just forget it."

Damas blinked and realized he'd stopped breathing for a moment. He took a breath and slowly lowered himself to sit on the dais, waving Jak over to sit beside him.

"No, nonono don't apologize. It's- I've been trying to think of how to tell you this for weeks. It's just...going to sound strange."

"As strange as going through a giant transport ring and time going weird?" Jak asked as he gingerly sat down.

"Oh, absolutely." Damas rubbed his chin and glanced at Jak from the corner of his eye.

"I...do not know how closely we are related, to tell you the truth. But the longer you're here, the more certain I become that we do share blood. I just...don't know how many generations back our common ancestor is."

It was the only explanation he could think of for why Jak resembled Mar so closely. Why he looked at him sometimes and saw both of his sons in one face. Why the boy had the same prism-potential in channeling.

"Oh." Jak sat up a little straighter. "Really? I thought I didn't have any family! I mean, there's Uncle, but he's gone all the time."

Damas cleared his throat awkwardly. "There's ah, there's something else."

"What is it?" Now far less tense, Jak leaned in eagerly.

"I...do not know how to explain it, truthfully," Damas sighed, "But I...somehow I lived three years into the future, or saw a vision -- I'm beginning to wonder which it was -- and in that future you- you were there. You- I had taken you in as my own son."

Jak tilted his head, then his eyes flew wide. His mouth dropped open a little. "You saw me? And I was your kid on purpose?!"

"On purpose," Damas agreed, smiling a little at the turn of phrase.

"That's why you came to attack that commander? You were actually looking for me?" Jak scooted closer, and an eager expression began to replace his slightly nervous one.

"Yes," Damas answered gravely, "Because I had seen my future son and I could never leave him behind, even if he didn't know me."

even if you're not interested in being family this time. As long as you're safe, I'm happy- just as long as you're safe!

Jak made a thoughtful sound and propped his chin up on his fists. For a worryingly long time he stared off into space, thinking. Then he smiled, bright and innocent.

"Oh, okay."

Damas blinked. "Okay?"

"Yeah. I was just wondering. I'm glad I asked." He hopped to his feet and stretched.

"You're way nicer than Samos is. I'd rather you be my dad than him."

Damas shoved away memories of a certain Arena debacle. "I...certainly hope to live up to your expectations, my boy."

"Also, it would be weird if Samos tried to be my dad because he's been mean. And because then Keira would be my sister and I don't think she'd like that. I wouldn't either."

The child hopped down the stairs and balanced on one foot on the stepping stones. He pretended to wobble before grinning and hopping to the next stone.

"I'm gonna go to the field trip thing now." Jak beamed and waved. "Bye Damas!"

He all but bounced to the elevator, humming happily.

Damas stayed sitting, not entirely sure what had just happened.

"Well," he said aloud, "that could've gone worse."

[lilacandgray]

Jonathan "Nuns Love Me, Vampires Fear Me" Harker, my beloved,

[ratbastarddotfuck]

I know the magnus archives is a podcast and I know I'm probably not the first person to think of this, but I'm doing a relisten and I just thought of how funny it would be to be listening to these recordings in-universe. Especially in early season 1, before anything starts making sense.

Imagine you're some underpaid research assistant at the Magnus Institute and you're listening to a tape your boss recorded of a statement. Your boss tends to keep to himself and is a bit of a sceptic (at least, compared to the rest of you). He speaks somewhat dryly.

He begins reading the statement, and suddenly he's a voice actor adding inflections and stutters to the written statements, as well as his own idea of what the statement maker's accent.

After voice acting a short horror story, he discusses office drama and snarks about your coworkers.