#wow that must be so hard

[hamishcat437]

Love when people who don't have memory issues get mad at me and tell me to "just stop forgetting things". Like wow!!! Why didn't I think of that!!!!! Really helpful and insightful advice right there!!!!

[rawliverandgoronspice]

I *knew* there was something fishy with no writers/quest designers being credited. Also: outsourcing is not an excuse not to credit the gamedevs doing hard and deserving work.

[hemi-demi]

On my third time listening through TMA and my god, why did Martin put up with S1 Jon? (I mean, I know why, but...)

I love Jon sm, but my boy was just being obtuse.

Martin: Yeah, so they found the guy covered in webbing. Like, all swaddled up in it like a blanket. It's just – bizarre.

Jon: Well, his body was there for a week, so any number of insects could have made a meal of his corpse in that time. That doesn't mean the man was legitimately being stalked by "ghost spiders".

Martin: S-Sorry...The man was turned into a silk burrito, and you're perfectly comfortable saying there's no correlation between that and the statement he gave just before he died?

Jon: ...Quite.

God dammit, I love these idiots so much.

[ethowo-indeed]

etho was once again quite active in the chat of bdubs' latest stream, being the nr1 bdubs fan that he is, and i once again felt the need to compile as many chat messages that i could spot from him, being the ethogirl that i am.

context: etho finding out that bdubs gave away speedy supreme

context: etho being a scar apologist i guess. (in reality doc was flying over bdubs' base with a flying machine, holding a live-shulker. & doc was panicing about bdubs flying too close to the machine/shulker)

context: etho plugging his favourite piece of bdubs merch! go get yourself a pink hoodie that was specifically made for etho <3

context: etho's comeback to bdubs saying he's a horse whisperer, while he also just mentioned the mod he uses to see a horse's speed + that there was a vanilla way to measure the speed of a horse, used by etho, if u were willing to take the time to ride each horse through a million cobwebs.

context: horse rated trash/14 speed by etho xD

context: according to etho, bdubs' height is fake and does not exist. (i don't know how that would work, but etho is never wrong so)

context: bdubs put on the pink hoodie, which was a very exciting moment for etho.

context: bdubs saying that... he was tall where it mattered? in his heart? which resulted in this comeback from etho. (etho is referencing an old vlog bdubs did where he talked about putting lifts in his shoes)

context: bdubs said that part of the reason for the lifts was so that he wouldn't look small next to his wife when she wore high heels. etho did not relent.

context: hermits were telling jokes in the hermitcraft chat and etho wanted to participate.

BONUS:

context: bdubs' mods on their way to "take etho out back" as was requested by bdubs after the height jokes.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

POOR GABRIEL MONTEZ! YOU NEVER SAW THIS COMING DID YOU? ALL YOU WANTED WAS POWER. SECURITY. SAFETY. & THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT! JUST IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR BODY. LETS JUST HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS JUST HOPE YOU WONT HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

[lunarharp]

pretty & cute witch men

[just-null]

i've always wanted to try out this trend! i didnt think i drew him that different. i was wrong. very wrong.

hes so baby girl in my style what the fuck. oh i know, i was just drawing what gege meant to draw. dw, i got his telepathic brainwaves 👍

[time lapse + my headcanons for Noritoshi's appearance under the cut]

some headcanons i have while drawing him are semi obvious while others are bc i like it ahehahhaheha

cupid's bow lips! this was semi inspired by Mizuki Umetsu, the actor for Noritoshi in the jjk stage play! hes so. pretty. perfect guy for the role imo! i was captivated therefore my views changed.

longer hair! the thought that his bangs(? are the same length, or longer, as the rest of his hair is nice.. it also makes his inevitable haircut much more refreshing! i also just like long hair and its a fucking waste not to do whatever the i want.

thicker brows and visible eyelashes! i naturally draw thicker eyebrows because it looks pretty, but the eyelashes is so fucking canon bro. dont even fight me on this, you'll lose. i read a fic about Noritoshi where it said he took good care of himself and his appearance inspired jealousy. that fucked me up man, so now i draw him as beautiful as i can.

monolids! I've looked through the manga and i think its highly implied that Noritoshi has monolids? yk those lines in between the eye and eyebrow, he doesnt have them in the manga. i thought it was because of the expressions he had, but no. the others have them, except geto! so geto also having monolids is so fr in my head. i like that feature abt him.

loose hairs! the hairs that i draw on his face. they make him look so cute and a bit more relaxed. he's not trying to be perfect nor have a single strand out of place. he's just a bit more at ease... though if there's something important he has to go through, he sharpens up. becomes.. stiffer?

I UNINTENTIONALLY MADE HIS CHEST LOOK A BIT BIGGER IN MY STYLE AND I WANT TO APOLOGIZE, BUT I'D BE A LIAR. DOES THIS COUNT AS A HEADCANON??? I JUST THINK... SINCE. YK. HES AN ARCHER. AND DOES TRAINING. AND COMBAT. AND DOES ALL THOSE HIGH JUMPS... HIS CHEST. ITD BE A BIT BIGGER FOR HIS STATURE.. omfg. that'd imply that his legs are fucking insane. and his arms too, since he has to pull back all those arrows so quickly.. oh my fuck. this. this is a revelation. what are you hiding under those robes noritoshi...???? one day.. one day we'll see...

oh my fucking god i forgot that i wrote shit while drawing. please ignore my fucking stupid writings AND THE STUPID ASS THING IN THE MIDDLE I FORGOT ABT WHILE DRAWING..

[shalpilot]

confiding

[voidshrubsquared]

Listen. Listen to me

Do you know how much I LOVE that comic? IT'S SO GOOD SO SO SO GOOD

We get to see a glimpse of Click's inner workings! How his mind operates!! His complicated relationship with himself and the other pinks and what it is to BE a pink!!!! Is he just like them? Are they all the same?? Is HE the horrible one??? Is he not horrible ENOUGH???? WHO KNOWS!!! And the 'I miss my department' like MANS DOESN'T WANNA BE THERE!!! HE DOESN'T WANNA THINK ABOUT IT!!!! HE HATES IT HERE CAUSE INTERACTING WITH THESE GUYS MAKES HIM THINK TOO MUCH💕💖💕💖

Like, what if they're all the same? Then Click isn't special and he's just another darkner abiding by the rules of his code.

What if the others laced the candy platter and he didn't? Then Click is too soft, they'll eat him alive out there! How is he going to survive!!

What if he's projecting and nobody else even thought of lacing the candy? Does that mean he's just a horrible person in general? Is it not just a pink thing and more a HIM thing?

And then the visuals, the zooming in into the one piece of candy among all the others in the candy platter as he does Thoughts™

O U G H OVJJSBBCKROLNXNFODOF

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I LOVE HIM DO YOU GET WHY I WANT TO INJECT HIM DIRECTLY INTO MY BLOODSTREAM THIS IS WHY HE'S MY FAVORITE ADDISON HIS WRITING IS IMMACULATE

[saetoru]

i think second pov writing doesn’t get the credit it deserves because sometimes it’s so difficult to create a narrative that’s immersive and captivating enough and also demonstrates character growth and the progression of reader’s thoughts and feelings all while also balancing it to be as ambiguous as possible so most people can enjoy it. and there is never a completely ambiguous reader ever, but it’s certainly something everyone aims to try so more people can enjoy and see themselves in the fic. but it’s also hard not to blur the line between shaping reader after yourself vs. keeping reader a stand alone character that is not swayed by your own thoughts and emotions

[blackbackedjackal]

I don't go here but imagine having a whole ass indie studio make a solid 30 minute pilot of your series for free and you drop the books on the project.

[paingoes]

Crash Out

Nimrod IV

dont try this at home

(Content: death?, immortal whumper, knives, stabbing, blood, explosives, fire)

~

Dark, dark, and darker still. 

She heard a voice distantly. The same one she’d chasing for months. The mark. His Highness.

“God, fucking die already,” he panted.

As if.

The pain was blooming in her chest, trying to shape itself around his blade. All her other sensation flowed out of this. It traveled down through her fingers. She twitched her pinky.

The blade withdrew, then came down again. She fell back into the darkness.

~

12 HOURS EARLIER

Click. Click. Cliiiick. Click click click click. Click.

“You should try it behind your back now,” Lorelai suggested.

Paris undid the manacles again, shimmying the locks on each wrist open. The shackles that Johanna had so carelessly lost possession of were heavy with rust and other people’s blood.

“Alright.” He readjusted in the passenger seat, moving up on one knee to give himself space to maneuver. He slipped the lock picks into his back pocket and clipped the manacles on behind his back. 

Click. Click.

He struggled for a minute. Lorelai watched with mild amusement.

Click click click. Cliiiick. Click!

“Fuck with me,” he said, freeing his wrists. The chains fell away from them, landing hard on the back of his ankle. “Ow.”

He tossed them to the floor of the ship and fell back against the seat. He pulled the map off of the dashboard.

“You decide where you want to go yet?” He asked.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Lorelai hummed, “It has to be somewhere flat, with good sightlines. A planet where there’s nowhere to hide. It should also be somewhere depopulated, so no alarms go off. And obviously, it has to be survivable weather if we’re going to camp out there for a while. No hells. That’s a given.”

Without looking, she tapped at the map.

“This one.”

Something in the way she said it made him blush.

~

They were smoking out by the picnic table the same way they did back in school. The air shifted.

“She’s here.” His eyes widened. His weapon hand moved on its own to the sheath, the off-hand drawn up defensively to his chest. His whole body tensed up in anticipation of attack.

“You’re sure?” Lorelai looked around too. She gasped.

Johanna stood unmoving, half hidden behind the tree. Her eyes were blank. She stood there as if she’d been there for hours, long before they arrived. But that was impossible. She was looking at them, maybe, but it was hard to tell. She didn’t seem to care whether she was seen or not. She was almost invisible in the shade.

She turned and ran.

God fucking damn it.

“That wasn’t the plan,” Paris said, “She wants us to follow her.”

“I don’t think we’re going to have a better opportunity, though.” Lorelai was already walking after her.

Reluctantly, he pulled the gas can off of the table, following them out into the pines.

~

She was winning. She was always winning. He knew it was a trap. Knowing didn’t help.

They lost track of her early. She moved too fast. He took notice of the way Lorelai looked up, watching the tops of the trees, like she may have been hiding among them. When Johanna had stuck her with the knife, she said, she’d dropped down from a branch to do it.

There was still no sight of her. But for the first time, her ship came into view. It stood alone in the clearing.

He looked around again. Nothing. No sound, no aura. He waited. He realized.

“God fucking damn it,” he said again, shifting the gasoline to the other hand.

“Let’s just do it. You do it. I’ll guard.” Lorelai pulled the gun off the back. She ushered him closer to the dormant ship, standing between him and the rest of the wood.

“Yeah, let’s just mix explosives while we wait for her to come ignite them herself, fuck it,” he grumbled. He was already getting to work though. He had remembered one recipe, at least.

“She wouldn’t blow up her own ship, would she? Probably just wants you close to it.”

Lorelai’s gun didn’t have a scope, but she kept her face level with the barrel like it helped her see the whole world more clearly.

He pressed the styrofoam down into the gasoline.

His hands stopped, abruptly, as he saw her crouched low to the ground, right beneath the ship. 

There was no time to react. The crouch turned into a pounce, immediately, and the knife was at his throat, and he had fucking napalm on his clothes.

He thrashed too much — and the knife got his throat again. She wasn’t trying to kill him. She’d never been trying to kill him. But she was losing her patience lately. They’d both stopped being careful. 

“You’re chinning out,” she gasped.

“I’m not,” he answered, childish, too defensive.

Johanna pulled her fist back. He flinched.

“You are!” 

He was.

Lorelai kicked her in the side of the head. That alone might’ve been enough to kill her, if she was fucking normal. It gave him the opening he needed, though. He drove her own knife into her neck. Johanna stopped moving.

He shoved her limp body back, immediately stripping his jacket off. It was soaked in the chemical. Parts of it had spilled onto his face, his neck, his hands. It burned distantly. He was shaking. 

~

Lorelai took over. Her hands weren’t shaking — and she knew her way around passenger ships more than he did. She knew how to fuck up the batteries on them. It would just take her a second.

All he had to do was guard the body.

He swore she’d gone down too easily that time. Had it actually been a trap? Had she even meant to lure them when she stood and stared like that, when she ran off? Maybe she was actually trying to forfeit this time. 

Her blood soaked into the dirt. What was her problem?

Her finger twitched again. He slammed the blade back down into her heart.

He hoped she couldn’t feel it. No matter who she was, he hoped to fucking god she couldn’t feel it. He knew firsthand what it was like to have the foreign object driven straight into the chest. He did it to her over and over again, every time she moved, drawing more blood than he would’ve thought possible. 

He thought he would be okay if he never saw blood again after this.

He took to sitting beside her body, his fingers pressed up against her wrist, awaiting the faintest pulse before he had to damp it down again.

He swore she was starting to come back from it faster. 

“Lorry, hurry the fuck up!” He yelled.

“I’m trying!”

“Switch with me?” He called hopefully.

“No, no, I almost got it.”

She shifted herself out from beneath the ship, carrying a long, thin piece of metal.

“I got it.” She grinned. She dragged the napalm mixture down to the ship’s guts. “Start running.”

Paris pulled the sword from Johanna’s torso. He backed up into the hill, slowly until Lorelai came back up to join him. Then he moved much, much faster. 

~

They were further than they needed to be for that kind of explosion, but Paris still pulled her down onto the ground to keep the shrapnel away. She watched with eager eyes, some latent appetite for destruction present in her yet. She liked to watch monster truck shows when she was little. This wasn’t that far off.

The first explosion was loud, but not as fiery as  she would’ve hoped. Not as colorful. It was mostly self-contained, traveling up into the ship, tearing it apart.

The secondary explosion was massive — and totally unplanned. She could feel the heat fresh up against her skin. So much light filled the valley. For a minute, everything was soaked in a brilliant red. Far away, she heard an alarm go off.

Paris blinked the gunpowder out of his eyes, laughing a little bit.

“-probably had bombs in the ship already. Fucking psycho-“

Her ears were ringing so badly she had barely heard him. She laughed too. Like she was ten years old, she held her hand up to him. It made them laugh harder. High-five!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Lineup of all of the characters that appear long enough to need a visual representation of them in the game lol

[cantagirldrawinpeace]

Oda when I catch you Oda 🙂🔪

[qtubbo]

I feel like people need to remember the phrase, its not banter its bullying, when it comes to Sunny and Phil, whether or not he’s intended it he’s been way more aggressive towards this egg he doesn’t know, and without directing these “jokes” to any of the other eggs. That is a child he is an adult and if he is making this literal baby feel bad with his comments (mind you ones he makes without the kid even being there sometimes) maybe he shouldn’t be making them, maybe thats something to look into and analyze. Going actually this toddler needs to just get used to Phil’s jokes and he’s doing nothing wrong, ignores Phils own attempts to rp a more morally complex character and blames a child for being hurt.

Let characters have flaws, do I need to give you a qtubbo character flaw involving his “jokes” to make you understand this isn’t a personal attack. Tubbo has huge self-doubt and self-confidence issues which stems from feeling of never being able to do what he really set out for, because of this he tries to talk himself up. Generally though he is unable to see himself in a better light so he instead talks down his friends in an extreme and exaggerated ways. While the comments are joke-y they are still unfair to the people he’s directing them to especially since he always says this stuff in private. Making a joke out of your friends to feel better about yourself isn’t evil but it’s still a character flaw.

Also if you’re gonna make a response to my other post don’t add in argument I didn’t make about Phil and Tubbo’s relationship so you can feel smart. It just shows that you had nothing to stand on in the first place, and most likely agree with what Im saying. (Reference to multiple tweets and posts)

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: Do you want a beer? I’m paying.

Person B, going through the restaurant’s menu: No. Ugh, where’s the good stuff?

Person A, half jokingly: I thought you were an alcoholic.

Person B: Exactly. I’d need at least, like, four beers — without food — to get slightly buzzed, and my stomach can’t fit over 2 beers in it. I’m small. I’ll have a rum, neat.