what gives

They called my man lazy??????

This is an oc, but not a Zelda one! Just a guy from my story who's usually a lil bat dude but then becomes this hulk like form from time to time, a lil Wendif for scale :>

I hate when I get so hyper focus on something that I literally forget to function as a human being I’m like a sim who is trying to complete one task while their needs are depleting

You’re all getting another unpromted headcanon dump because I’m very personally tired of the “Mario would hide his struggles and trauma post Movie from Luigi because he doesn’t want to look weak and keep up the appearance of the Strong Older Brother” take. Don’t Eldest Daughter Syndrome Mario. He and Luigi are a team. A pair. He would tell Luigi everything.

Anyway here’s everything I think Mario personally struggles with and would rely on Luigi for

The Mario movie put it very blatantly on the table that Mario’s a little touchy about his height. It’s probably more so because he’s use to being picked on as The Short Guy on the sports team rather than it really actually bothering him all that much. He’s just assumes someone calling him short is an insult. The only personal problem he has with it is being shorter than Luigi. They spent a lot of their childhood the same height, and Luigi being taller still messes them both up from time to time

This is another left over from Highschool; Mario and Luigi (accidentally) kind of fell into the trope of the Smart twin and the Sporty twin, with Mario being the ladder. This messed with his head in a way he couldn’t really articulate, being expected to be a Meathead like the other guys on his sports teams did actually cause his grades to go down, especially in Math which use to be his best subject, which of course caused a lot of concerned backlash from their parents, especially his dad. Now he has it locked in his brain somewhere he’s stupid when he’s not.

He’s bad with people. Luigi’s a lot more of a people person than he is. He has a hard time connecting to people, or making simple small talk. He can be pretty blunt, or awkward, and maybe a bit aggressive sounding, especially to someone not use to how loud and confidently he speaks. As he gets older he gets quieter, speaks less, falls into a much more comfortable selective mute life style, and it suits him much better than trying to fumble through talking to people. He prefers to listen

He’s definitely a workaholic, he’d gotta be busy busy busy all the time. A lot of people will see him run from one project to the next, never turning down a request for help with something, constantly juggling tasks and working on something in his spare time and think it’s all because he’s such a nice, hard working guy. But no. It’s the stress of not doing enough. Or because he anxious being alone. Luigi’s the only one who knows Mario will keep going till he crashes, and is the one to always stop him and remind him he’s doing enough, he’s enough. Take a break.

Mario’s always struggled with separation anxiety. He’s never been one for the whole concept of “alone time”, he’d much rather be near people he loves and trusts and can relax around. He use to joke it stems from being born first, those few moments before Luigi was born was more than enough alone time for a life time. He tries to wave it off occasionally, but it really is a problem. If he is ever left alone, say Luigi goes off on some grand adventure without him, he finds things to work on until he passes out, and then just sleeps and lays about until Luigi comes back.

Its 2am, I'm very late to this realization, but Pix's Princess Tea Party Gown and Worth's 1912 Butterfly Fancy Dress Costume Party Dress.... My 2am brain says there's a connection between one of my favorite dresses and a minecraft outfit I really wanna cosplay..... You're guess is as good as mine.

I was starting to write an essay but long story short:

The safety systems currently in place for the Eggs were created in response to the injury, threat-to, and death of previous eggs, and none of the current islanders will every quite be able to understand the old islanders fears/concerns.

^_^

we're at the finals!!!! the last round will begin late 22 march ※\(^o^)/※

bracket template by mad-scientist-showdown!

& small FAQ below the cut ↓

Why isn't [x] here? could be any of several reasons! we ruled out submissions that were purely headcanons, and since this is specifically meant for canon systems we tried to avoid cases where the character in question clearly isn't meant to be a system or plural in any way but is relatable to systems. this is admittedly sometimes subjective, but that's what we decided on. they may also just not have been submitted. to determine if a system is canon, we looked at whether they canonically have DID (or OSDD, or etc.), and if not whether they're treated as separate characters by the narrative and/or largely by the fanbase!

Why canon systems only? there are already several system brackets that allow headcanons, so we wanted to focus on canon systems. this tournament is largely meant both to have fun and allow people to share and find canon systems in media.

[x] is problematic! there is no perfect representation of plurality in any reasonable media, so unfortunately some of the contestants are inevitably unrealistic or fall into the evil alter stereotype to some degree. however, all the characters listed here should at least be meant to be likable to the audience and be fleshed out as proper characters and not consist purely of stereotypes. we also tried to avoid any particularly bad or controversial ones.

Why this seeding? our idea was to allow some of the more obscure characters a bit more of a chance to shine, while also avoiding pitting finalists against each other in the first round. once the first round starts properly there's not really much we can do about that, but we're always fine with receiving feedback!

I think the heat is messing with my art productivity rn-

I am amazed by your remarkable kindness, sweetness, and perfection! Your writing skills are exceptional, and I cannot help but wonder how you manage to be so good at everything you do. You truly are a remarkable person, and I feel honoured to know you!

OMGSHUTUPPPPPPP this is soooo not true WHO IS THIS I JUST KNOW ur literally just as sweet and kind and beautiful and smart and, if not more!!!!!!!!(likely!) trust me when I say im barely a person anymore,while things have fluctuated over my lifetime, in recent yrs I go literal months at a time without speaking to anyone out loud with the exception of dr appts. sometimes I’ll watch ppl interact in a public place and wonder what it would be like in that moment to not feel invisible but the thing is I know so well how to change it but I’ve just lost confidence in wanting to be consistently seen/known to even exist and am too tired to fluctuate in and out of it in recent yrs.. but I mean everything is ok I’ll figure things out at my own pace/I still hold onto hope that things will be different - I just want u to know even the ppl u admire or think might have it somewhat together might be living some of their worst days and feel kinda crappy about their existence..SO if ur ever going through it tooo or even if u just feel mediocre, pls know that it’s so likely (almost certain) that someone (or many ppl) probably think ur so utterly amazing and cool (and I bet you really are!) and as much as I totally rejected this sentiment for myself at the beginning of this reply, in reality we don’t get to say we aren’t as cool as we seem bc actually to other ppl u are so cool and that’s out of ur control ..I know ur on anon but ur likely one of my moots and if so (no matter which one) I think ur really really cool okkkaayy <33

❛ how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me? ❜ / ( listen. sorta distant-awkward-postwar 3rd years where izuku, having just survived some battle and is having concussion, slurring this @ kacchan)

third year winter internships were in full swing now. most of the class is feeling relief at the final hurdles ahead of them - how dangerously close they were to graduating, pursuing their lifelong goals beyond the school they've dedicated the last three years to. some knew where they were going once they graduated. others have a plan, but haven't formed anything concrete because it relies on factors they don't have.

for people like bakugou katsuki, his entire experience after graduating from ua is meticulously organised to a tee / everything had a plan, a backup, a backup to the backup. with his projected grades, he could get into any university he wanted for a bachelor in social science, majoring human resources and minoring history. if they fall short, he had other universities in mind with the same quality of education. if not that, somehow, then a pathways course. he'd start up an agency with the support of his mentors, and if they couldn't help him, he'd figure it out on his own.

but despite this, the most uneasy factor of the future lies within katsuki and midoriya izuku's friendship - if you could call it that, exactly.

not-quite-rivals, not-quite-friends, not-so-close and yet not-so-far : were anyone to ask katsuki where he stood with izuku, he'd divert the conversation until the topic wasn't on their unsure bond anymore. because- yes, katsuki he knew where he stood. or he thought he did. sometimes it echoes in his mind with a voice that feels so distant, and readily haunts him in dreams when he believes he's forgotten it to his busying life / a voice that spoke so surely, so cruelly, that it cut into the deepest parts of katsuki and taunted him all the same.

the only thing about you that catches my interest is how you're closer to midoriya izuku than anyone else.

katsuki isn't sure if that's as true now as it was then.

it was by chance that he, izuku, and shouto interned under endeavour again for their final internship. it was by further chance that he and izuku were sent on a mission, supervised as provisional heroes, given more involvement as soon-to-be pros. even if katsuki couldn't define them as close, they could at least talk strategy and planning. at least they agreed on a pincer movement to envelop their targets, with the blond on one side, the green-haired hero on the other. they coordinated their supervising heroes to take up positions at the front and back of the moving target, and they'd all meet in the middle. the strategy worked at first.

things dramatically shift when izuku takes a bad hit to the head. from across the field, the blond discerns quickly that it was a villain that managed to knock him off-balance, causing the injury, boasting and taunting proudly at it. [ but katsuki knows too well that this would not slow midoriya izuku down - and for once, he wishes it would. ]

dynamight is the one quickly reorganising their forces while he goes to support deku's position ; he barks out commands with authority and a sense of calm, panic diverted by the need to remain collected in the heat of battle, dancing over the fight to land in proximity to izuku as supporting fire. it irks him that he can't convince izuku to stay down in the throes of a likely growing concussion, but it's one he accommodates to as quickly as possible. that knowing drives him to fight more viciously.

for the remaining duration of the fight, most other villains can't even get close to hero deku. each one is met with the explosive hero instead, zipping across short distances with clusters of explosions, grinning maniacally at their emboldened attempts - each takedown is as satisfying as the last.

when the battle concludes and the villains are all secured for transport, before anyone can even check if dynamight had sustained any wounds, he rushes straight to the green-haired hero's side. he catches him before he falls from poor balance.

❛ christ, izuku, could you not go falling over on me ? you're gonna make the damn concussion worse - and don't lie to me, you are concussed. ❜ not that katsuki is sure that izuku could catch all of that. the blond is swift to administer emergency first aid for the other hero, lowering them and sitting the other's head carefully on his thigh as he treats any open injury he may have sustained.

he freezes at izuku's words, then : how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me ?

red stays purposefully away from gazing into green, snarl working its way onto a mix of stoic and yet concerned expression. what could he say ? that it doesn't explain why izuku has decided on distance if he thrives on katsuki's words ? that it only makes him more confused, because would izuku leave that behind with whatever plans he had for his future ? [ when did it happen that katsuki was the one gripping violently for an ounce of friendship instead of izuku ? ]

despite the growing agitation that engulfs whatever other emotions katsuki was wearing, his touch is gentle, gloved fingers delicately shifting strands of green curls aside for closer inspection. ❛ you've lost your damn mind. ❜

and maybe i have too.

UNREAL UNEARTH, ACCEPTING.

a human discovers there's a borrower that secretly visits them in the middle of the night. rather than search for them or try to catch them, they begin leaving out a few things for them - snacks, scraps of fabric, little notes, you name it. eventually, the borrower sneaks back into the kitchen one night to find a full set of tiny little furniture. handcrafted from wood and cloth and such so they don't have to rely on old repurposed human artifacts any more. and there's one more note that reads "I'd love to meet you in person one day, but even if you'd rather not, you're more than welcome to stay here whenever you like." even if you don't know them, always be kind to your tinies :>

The amount of fucking iterations of composition this wip has gone through in the past like. 1h30-2h is ridiculous.

Like there’s this, where you can see the original intention, but it’s erased bc anatomy/proportions/perspective were dying

And I actually got that anatomy before to work pretty well—but then changed composition to this bc I realized it wouldn’t fit on the page the other way lmfao and also this was more like my original intention w showing part of the chain of people behind hsy

And then there’s this, the most recent version, which I changed to bc I did reference pics of myself to figure out the hand/arm foreshortening and then realized the second one is fuckery when it comes to anatomical possibility (too much neck and shoulder/back strain involved lmao) in relation to the head position I have established for hsy, which I really don’t want to change bc I spent too much time on that and I like it too much dammit—

ough but might change the face perspective anyway tbh bc the anatomy/perspective is a pain as it is and I kinda liked the second layout of the composition better tbh

argh idk

ty for the tag @noeyinthemist !!

pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people

Bad Religion - Frank Ocean

I Don’t Think I’m Ever Gonna Figure It Out - Elliott Smith

Re: Stacks - Bon Iver

Don’t Be Shy - Yusuf / Cat Stevens

I’m Still Standing - Elton John

Every Single Night - Fiona Apple

This Feeling - Alabama Shakes

Ride It On - Mazzy Star

And She Was - Talking Heads

Inside And Out - Feist

Tread Carefully - SZA

i will tag @simstrashkingdom @nigmos @finnsim @captainfishbone @moonfromearth and anyone else that wants to!! please feel free to ignore if you’ve already done it or don’t want to <33

there was the end i couldn't find

504 words | bt breakup | 5x17 canon divergence | aka something i saw of after i saw the promos for this ep and didn’t finish in time to post before the ep

He’s in the middle of an argument with Taylor when Eddie calls—Eddie, who’s supposed to be getting on a plane Texas in an hour—he doesn’t even think of not answering it.

Taylor glares at him when he puts the phone up to his ear, so he turns around so he doesn’t have to see it.

“Eddie, hey, what’s going on?”

“I’m so sorry to ask this, but Carla can’t come to watch Chris—she twisted her ankle this morning and—”

“Shit, Eds—are you not even at the airport yet?”

“I’m driving there now, but I had to bring Chris with me, can you—”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Buck’s already searching for his keys and wallet, “I can stay with Chris while you’re gone—I’ll see if Pepa or Abuela can watch him when I have to work but I’ll also see if Bobby’s cool if I have to bring him with me to the station and if not—well it’s not like I don’t have plenty of time off built up.”

“Are you sure? I know things with you and Taylor—”

“This is more important.” Buck says firmly, and he means it—somewhere behind him Taylor scoffs loudly, which he only vaguely registers. “I’ll meet you at the airport, okay?”

Eddie lets out a soft sigh of relief, “okay, thank you Buck—I—I owe you one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous—if anything I should be thanking you for getting to spend time with my favorite guy—just drive safe and I’ll see you soon.”

Buck hangs up before Eddie can even attempt to protest. He’s already halfway to the door when he remembers Taylor and their fight.

“Taylor, I’m—”

“Don’t.” Her arms are crossed over her chest and her expression is ice cold. “You just made your choice very clear. It’s over, Buck.”

She’s not just talking about their argument.

“I’m sorry,” Buck says, and he thinks he means it, but he doesn’t have time to stick around and think about this really means, “look, I’m gonna stay at Eddie’s—”

“Don’t worry,” Taylor says, her tone anything but reassuring, “I’ll start looking for a new place but I’m sure Eddie won’t kick you out in the meantime.”

“I have to go pick up Chris,” Buck says—he thinks he should be feeling more right now, but all he can think about is if he’ll run into traffic on the way to LAX and if there’s any routes that will get him there faster—and he realizes that’s why this was never really gonna work, “we can discuss—the apartment—later.”

Taylor doesn’t say anything in response, her expression having morphed into something closed off and unreadable to him. He’s painfully aware that this is the end of the line for them.

Buck turns back around to the door and pulls it open, “I am sorry, Taylor.”

He thinks he hears her say “I’m sorry too” as he’s pulling the door shut behind him but he doesn’t stop to ponder on it.

Eddie needs him—Chris needs him—and they will always come first for him.