#these two are inseparable

[mischievous-thunder]

It's only the Deadpool Prime for our Precious Logie Badger

[maddiebrj]

Little Mario and Luigi screenshot redraws. It's highly likely I will make more.

How has it taken me this long to make serious art of the Bros. (Because there are so many other amazing things when it comes to this game, and I forgot about them.)

[liaprime]

JILLIA LUSERINA PRIME

“Happy Birthday, Jilly!” Maeve entered the room, a gleeful smile on her face and a little present in her hands. She walked over to Lia and handed her the clumsily wrapped box. “I tried,” she said sheepishly. “You know I'm not good at this kinda thing.”

“Thank you, Mae.” Lia took the present, but instead of opening it she just looked at it in silence with a blank stare.

“You can open it later, of course. I know today is hard on you..” Maeve paused, trying to come up with something to cheer up her friend. “Let's go for a walk,” she exclaimed. “No need to talk, I just don't want you to be alone in here all day.” Without waiting for a response, she took her present and put it on the nearby table and grabbed Lia's hand, leading her outside.

---

It was a sunny winter day. There was no snow and it was much too warm for winter. Not even her favourite season was what it used to be. Nothing in Lia's life was what it used to be.

While walking through the woods, her mind raced back to that dreadful day four months ago – the day that she had lost her family in a shuttle crash. Today was her birthday, but it just did not seem right to celebrate her life while her family was gone.

She stopped walking as tears welled up in her eyes. As soon as Maeve noticed, she turned around to give her the strongest hug she had in her.

“I miss them so much.” The tears started falling.

“I know.. And I wish I knew a way to take that pain away, but..”

Lia shook her head. “You're always there for me, that's more than enough. Without you and your dad I'd be so lost..”

“We're glad to have you. We always have been,” Maeve assured her.

They stood in silence a little while longer, when suddenly they heard a faint whimpering near them. They let go of each other and started looking around.

“There.” Lia pointed at a nearby tree stump. On top was a shivering little heap of fur.

“That's a nexu!” Maeve exclaimed as they stepped closer. “Weird, I haven't seen any nexu around here for a long time.”

The little furball raised its head, revealing a bloody patch on its body below. “Oh no, it's hurt..” Instinctively, Lia reached out to pet its head. As it flinched, she spoke with a soothing voice. “Shh, it's okay, little one. We're not here to hurt you.”

She tried again, slowly, and this time the nexu moved its head towards her hand and sniffed it. Lia smiled as it eventually allowed her to touch it.

“It doesn't look like there are any other nexu around,” Maeve remarked while glancing over the surrounding area. “Should we take it with us? We can't just leave it here..”

As if on cue, the small creature rose to its legs and practically jumped into Lia's arms. “I guess that means 'Yes',” she chuckled.

---

They had quickly agreed to a name while tending to the nexu's wound – Bo.

Bo was sound asleep in Lia's lap, who had withdrawn to her room. As she gently and absent-mindedly stroked the little furball, her gaze fell on the present Maeve had given her that morning.

She reached for it and slowly started unwrapping it. She opened the box and found a holocube inside. As she activated it, tears welled up in her eyes yet again – it was a holograph of her, Maeve and Maeve's dad, with the word 'Family' written at the bottom.

[infiniteorangethethird]

btw shoutout to those who feel they are aspec because of their autism. To the aros, aces, apls, afams, and everyone else who feels their orientation is a direct result of their neurodivergency. Your feelings are valid, and you're not "just reinforcing stereotypes" by being yourself, bc you're not a character in a story, but a real person with real, lived experiences. I see you and I feel you

[martyfive]

may i offer you some of the dishonored/cyberpunk’77 stuff that still isn’t leaving me in peace? i’m not sure where this is all going but at least it feels nice to daydream about

(please use the # martyfive dhc77 to see the other post about them if you’re interested thankss)

[johnnyshrine]

★ 093 // “POV: You Died :("

[n0anix]

a little pick me up

[fyllophobia]

[artuurle]

The way you draw Huzzle Mug so expressive is great. I love when you draw it using its hands very expressively and being quite emotional <3

Thank you! I very much Love drawing and pushing expressions for Huzzle Mug! It is a fun design to play with expressions wise since in game it is already super expressive :) I very much see Huzzle mug as a side on the same coin as Bauhauzzo- easily lost in its own emotions and lets them potentially dictate it's actions- after all it believed Bauhauzzo actually willingly betrayed it and no longer was its friend in game after his "BETRAEULTRY!!" . They both rely heavily on the other god to ground them emotionally and function without getting lost in the waves of their emotions.

Bauhauzzo calms Huzzle when it gets worked up, and Huzzle brightens Bauhauzzo up so he doesn't lose himself in the past and can look to the future.

[notyourmusebby]

charles and his in laws in monza, interesting

everybody knows they are married and expecting

[mischievous-thunder]

They tried manspreading too which most certainly worked

One merely needs to zoom in on Wade's crotch for further proof

[generic-enthusiast]

the outsiders isn't good guys versus bad guys it's people are people are people no matter how much you try to reduce them to a label and that applies to greasers and also to socs

[untitledgoosegay]

re last reblog I do see fanfic culture pushing/replicating a certain model of "what trauma looks like," "how trauma works"

this is a problem across all areas of society obviously, but transformative works are, well, transformative. they're about crafting and modifying narratives where the fan-creator sees a flaw or a lack -- often for the better! don't get me wrong, I've done my fair share of "I take a hammer and I fix the canon," it's the main thing that gets my creative gears spinning -- but what happens when that "flaw" is simply a narrative not conforming to popular expectations?

some people just don't get PTSD from events that sound obviously traumatic. they're not masking, and they're not coping; they just straight-up didn't get the permanently-locked stress-response that defines PTSD. they walk away from a horrible experience going "well, that sucked, but it's over now." some people do get PTSD from events most people wouldn't find traumatic. we don't really know why some people get PTSD and others don't. but fandom has an idea of events that must be traumatizing, of a "correct" way to portray trauma. you see the problems with this lack of understanding in e.g. fans pressuring the devs of Baldur's Gate 3 to add dialogue where the player character badgers Halsin about his own feelings on his abuse -- because he must be traumatized, and his trauma must fit a certain mold and presentation of sexual trauma, under the mistaken impression that anything outside that narrow window is somehow "wrong" and disrespectful or even harmful to survivors.

take, for another example, the very common trope of a traumatized character who hates touch or sex "learning" to like touch or sex as a part of their healing process. certainly that can be healing for some people; other people will never like, or want, touch or sex, because of trauma or because they just don't. the assumption that someone who doesn't want sex or doesn't like to be touched must be traumatized, must be suffering from this perceived lack, is seriously harmful -- to asexual people, to people with sensory issues around touch, and to people for whom healing from trauma means freedom to refuse sex or touch.

and there's a secondary trope, one that's slightly more thoughtful but ultimately repeats the problem -- that once someone has learned that their boundaries will be respected, they'll feel it's safe to soften those boundaries. once they feel safe refusing touch or sex, they'll feel comfortable allowing it on their own terms. but many people don't, and many people won't! many people will simply never want to be touched, and never want sex, and they are not suffering or broken or lacking because of it. the idea that proving you'll respect someone's boundaries entitles you to test those boundaries -- the paradox is obvious, and yet this is something i've seen hurt (re-traumatize) people i care for.

people are imperfect victims. people don't heal in the ways you expect. many people have positive memories of their abuse, of their abusers. many people hurt others in the course of their trauma, in ways that can't easily be unpacked in a 5k oneshot. very few narratives of trauma and recovery actually fit the ones put forward by popular children's media and romance novels -- which are the ones I most see replicated in fandom spaces, because they provide the clearest narrative and easiest catharsis, and so they're easy and soothing to reach for.

that's not necessarily a bad thing! i am not immune to goopy romance tropes. i am not immune to teary catharsis. not every fic has to grapple with ugly realities. but there's a problem when these narratives become predominant, when people think they're accurate and realistic depictions of trauma, when the truth of trauma is unpleasant and uncomfortable, and doesn't fit any single narrative, let alone one of comforting catharsis

[fastcardotmp3]

today i am thinking about bobby with his rosary beads at buck's bedside, praying for him to wake up, and buck sitting in a confessional booth with nothing more than the knowledge that his captain once sat in the same place, praying to him for guidance.... or whatever

[al-luviec]

went crazy while drawing this

[hoperays-song]

Tiny Details I Noticed During My Brand Search of Sing 2

There are several posters throughout both cities with the words "Love, Respect, Protect" next to what looks like a jaguar or an ocelot on them.

Johnny's nails appear to be painted the entire time (shiny and reflective when they are matte in the first movie).

In the background of the scene right before the piglets come in, you can see Johnny and Meena talking. Johnny says something towards Rosita, she turns and throws a pillow at him, and they all burst out laughing and smiling. Which is just down right adorable.

THERE ARE THREE HIDDEN MIKE POSTERS. THREE. TWO IN THE CRYSTAL THEATRE AND ONE BY THE MOON THEATRE.

The advertisements outside Moon Theatre are frames from the first movie.

In the scene where the giraffes coming out of the elevator slip due to the troupe mopping as a disguise, Ryan appears to start smiling/laughing in the corner.

There is an award shaped like Nana herself on her bedroom fireplace mantle.

Every time something big is proposed or annouced and we get to see the troupe's immediate reaction, Johnny and Meena do the "are you hearing this?" best friend glance and its so cute. I'm not kidding, every time.

The plan to go to Redshore.

2. The disguise plan.

3. Rosita being fine with being replaced.

What appears to be a yoga studio chain advertises in both Calatonia and Redshore and has the tag line "Be Pawsitive".