In honor of the @rw-ship-showdown I wanted to write about Artihunter as someone who jokingly slapped them together pre-downpour and still thinks they are actually very compelling. Just not in the super soft love wins kinda way (Although I get why people like that more) And the only way I know how to do that is talking too much so heres a far too long slug essay-

Obviously the slugcats don't offer a ton of characterization but theres not nothing to work with. Their stories, whether by their roles in it or the overarching themes do provide a backbone to work with. Even gameplay itself can provide a bit. (for some more than others) Hunter, to me, is ultimately a story about selflessness. The goal is to revive Moon, which is very much an act of kindness from both Hunter and NSH. But the weight of that action is much more significant for Hunter- Hunter is deeply sick. They're on the clock, and for all their skill in combat none of that will ultimately help them to survive longer than their body can hold out. Moon is a close friend of NSH but that means little Hunter- Hunter really gets next to nothing out of helping them, and ultimately pays quiet a bit spending their limited time alive fighting to deliver that neuron so that someone else can live.

To spend ones limited days on helping another, in a game that very much stresses the unwavering cruelty of the world and nature- is pretty notable. (And you could even say that Hunter being the Hardmode of Rain World adds another layer to this)

And then we have Artificer. A storyline that very much stands out to people as more… villainous (so to speak) than the other slugcats. Artificer's story covers a lot of things. Trauma, violence, revenge, etc. Revenge is a bit of a selfish desire- That need to see someone hurt as they have hurt you. A punishment that ultimately does not fix whatever harm was done- but feels good to see because you were hurt and now those responsible share that pain.

Artificer's actions are founded in that need for revenge, their pups killed for overstepping boundaries they didn't know existed. Is it not fair for them to be angry at that, to punish the scavengers for their violence with their own? Why should the scavengers ever be forgiven when they and their pups were not? And that's how you get that loop- Harm for harm over and over.

The original action has been lost in a spiral of violence for violence. And here stands Artificer- their very spirit scarred. Not just because they sought revenge, but because they never ceased trying to scratch that itch for violence as an answer. Artificer only has two paths for their story- killing the scavenger king (Someone who, really, has little to do with the original 'crime' of the scavengers, but represents an important individual to them- as did the slugpups to Artificer), locking themselves as karma one for good and spending the rest of their life chasing creatures that no longer even fight back in a warped sense of closure- or to dissolve themselves in the acids of the void sea because they're too far gone to find any real peace.

They can't meaningfully recover from that state, not alone, twisting in on themselves. Even if they halt their actions, they've been using violence as a feeble defense against their own pain- violence that no longer has any real direction or basis. Artificer gets no real closure from killing the scavenger king. All they can do is continue the cycle, or try to scrub it away. No real peace in a prison of their own making. So you have a creature, who even with a strict timer on their life- a body that will crumble to disease, spends its last bit of time on saving another. And another who was so caught up in the pain of loss that were eaten alive by their own anger, poisoned their own soul on such a deep level even self-proclaimed gods have no solution for them. What peace can they offer each other? For Hunter, its only a fleeting moment of happiness- of selfish love, before their own body fails them. A bit of indulgence in something for themself. For Artificer, its a single, comforting thread to ground them again, something tangible to protect and care about again. But thats a thread that will ultimately be snapped under the cruel indifference of the world. Hunters timer will tick down regardless of if it takes another with it. Its a tragedy- its doomed to end badly. Whatever good it offers to either of them to find each other will only provide the fleeting comfort of a band-aid that will be ripped away too early. But all that can be worth indulging in anyway, if only for the moment. It doesn't change the ending, but the ending was never going to be happy. Its can so yuri

No no you don’t understand - that it was Buck (and another guy) ripping the sleeves off Eddie’s PINK shirt is so interesting and loud. Pink representing innocence and naïveté this season as a theme - so Buck ripping off a sleeve (and waving it around) is a physical representation of buck being the one to rip away part of Eddie’s innocence- his naïveté

(OC) boyfriends..... 🤭🧡💜

halloween wasn’t 3 days ago. you’re just crazy.

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?"

u know i have to request this (from smut dialogue) with buck and bucky😭😭😭😭

prompts | i got three requests with this dialogue right off the bat LOL we are all a dog–coded bucky hive mind truly. <3

Gale’s hand tangles in the soft dark curls of the man sat between his legs, feeling thumbs drag slow circles over the muscle of his calves while John looks up at him adoringly from where his cheek is pressed to his thigh.

Long lashes flutter when he gives John’s hair a little tug, pulling him closer, smiling fondly at the way he shuffles forward on his knees and then settles, watching Gale expectantly.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing?” He purrs out, and a soft pink spills across John’s cheeks. Gale lowers his other hand to rest over his belt buckle, and John goes very still, gaze flicking between Gale’s face and his lap, and he can’t help but breathe out a quiet laugh at his anticipation.

“You think you’ve been patient enough?” He asks, like he hasn’t just had John sit on the floor next to his chair for the better part of an hour, catching every subtle shift from the corner of his eye each time he’d turn a page of his book.

John nods slowly, like it’s a trick question, but Gale gently pushes his hair back in reassurance, nodding.

“I think so too,” he agrees, retracting his hand and instead working his belt open, watching John’s lips part as his eyes zero in on the motion, a visible shiver running through him at the quiet clink of the metal. He gets his zipper down and pulls himself out, dragging his hand up and down lazily, stomach twisting hot at the way John’s tongue reflexively slips out to wet his pretty pink lips.

He waits, letting John squirm for a little bit longer, only caving when he hears a whisper of a whimper bubble up in his throat.

“Alright,” he gives the go ahead, and John eagerly leans forward, splaying his fingers out over Gale’s thighs, not needing to be reminded not to use his hands, not when he’s like this. He groans when John licks a sloppy line up the underside of his cock, bringing a hand back down to twist in his hair, though he doesn’t have to give much else direction before soft wet heat wraps around him.

Gale curses under his breath, lightly pressing against the back of John’s head, and spit–slicked lips slide further down with ease. He feels John hum around him when the tip of his nose brushes against his stomach, watches his eyes slip closed, feels his hands twitching on his thighs.

His throat contracts around him when he swallows, and Gale can’t resist rocking his hips up just a little, hissing at the sensation, heart skipping a beat at the whine it drags from John. He pets his hair, keeping the weight of his hand in place when he rolls his hips again, and John’s fingertips dig into the fabric at his thighs, the vibrations of a blissful moan running straight up his cock and sinking into his bones.

“Such a good little pup, aren’t you?” He rasps appreciatively, and John’s eyes are already glazed over when he blinks them open to look up at Gale the best he can, cheeks beautifully flushed. “It’s like you’re made for this.”

Gale slides his boot inwards just enough to slip his calf between John’s parted legs, finding a slow rhythm as he grinds up into his velvet–soft mouth. He can feel John’s hips subtly twitch forward against his leg, and he presses it harder into his clothed crotch in encouragement, unable to drag his eyes away from the image before him.

“Good boy,” he breathes out. “Take what you need, darling.”

Muffled gags and moans fill the room as John ruts against his leg, looking drunk on his praise, all worked up and needy just from Gale using his throat. It’s a sight Gale will never grow tired of, and one he’ll never stop feeling lucky to witness.

couldn't get this page right and I'm honestly just rlly tired of it so here u go tumblr!!! Messy wip i might pick up later!!!

I'm already seeing people infantilising eclipse and using the wrong pronouns for them and saying they're combined sun and moon, so here's a reminder that eclipse CANONICALLY uses they/them pronouns AND is a separate and new character, not a combination of sun and moon.

born to spend my days thinking about sports rpf forced to be a woman in stem

🫧Sea creatures that remind me of JO cuz both of them are just a bunch of silly lil goobers 2 me🫧

Jure:Jellyfish (yes it’s cuz of the hair N cuz jellyfish are boneless N with how f4n flexible his ass is,he might aswell be boneless 2. :3)

Jan: Starfish ⭐️ (red’s his colour,they don’t move around all that much N they look pretty so it fits him.)

Kris: Octopus 🐙 (long boys,V pretty N lot of thoughts behind those eyes.)

Bojan: Sea otter 🦦 (big wet puppy eyes,just lil guys,also mlem :q.)

Nace: Leopard shark 🦈 (idk why he just does N sharks are cute so its fitting enough 4 him.)

I’m just gonna leave this here…

Thinking about King Candybug’s state of mind (just rambling)

I think whenever he talks it’s important to remember that, although everything he’s saying are his words, his emotions are probably influenced a bit by the cybug coding.

Like when he turns into it, he’s not horrified of what he’s become, he’s delighted and murderous and impulsive. (He never stops to think “why is Ralph smashing the top of cola mountain”)

He’s only functioning off violent impulses, like how the other cybugs would.

Or maybe it’s all just cuz he’s already lost everything and is starting to lose it .. without the bug brain part? But it’s probably some sort of combination of both

I say this because he starts to see the other cybugs as near equals ?? (Of course he places himself above them but he doesn’t see them as animals or robots) cuz he goes YOU FOOLS!! Like I feel like that’s the cybug part of him speaking. If a king cybug could talk and was More Intelligent it would probably say stuff like that

King candy is fucking DEAD . he turned into the cybug hybrid thing and I think traces of turbo’s original code remained which is why he tried to resist at the end (and failed)

In the end he literally became 2 minds and he was, literally, no longer himself

The king candy persona assimilates with the bug instincts and becomes its own Monster and separates from his core personality

Do you get what I’m saying (no)

[assassin's creed] honestly shoutout to asscreed protags altaïr and ezio for having unusual assigned colours white (and red) instead something conventional like red or blue

Jack jordan was straight up being both brother but acting as a father husband likeee

may jumpscare

i actually genuinely can’t stop thinking about jancy’s past, like there’s surely some trauma buried in there. i just know she had a group before york, rosè, and grandma & something horrible happened to them hence why she’s worked alone up until s1. I JUST KNOW IT