*cough cough* exposing myself but it’s my birthday!! and since I have grown such a cute little community of individuals on here, I just wanted to share 👉👈 (bc I like my birthday or ‘bird day’ as I call it)
this was me at my birthday party I went as a vampire
tagging my friends bc I love you guys and want to celebrate with y’all @hiya-itsamber @fitzs-trained-monkey @moonlightspencie @moremaybank @mayfieldss @wickedlyemma @wholoveseggs
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on the topic of official art, here's a fun little tidbit for you
fallout shelter online is a mobile game that features a lot of painted character art. there are a few artists in the mix, but the pictures i'm posting were painted by Jay Li. here's the ingame art, what you'd see if you installed
nick looks very smooth and glossy, conventionally handsome. the thing is, if you go to Li's artstation...
interesting, right! those first two images are in there as well, before they were changed
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i rly don't like when ppl draw older sokka being buff or ripped or shredded or broad-shouldered, even. i know that people who design him this way are probably basing those designs off of a) hakoda b) his frankly heinous design in lok c) the logic that since sokka is hot, he must have a six pack, because hot guy have big muscle, or d) all of the above. but the thing about sokka is that he is, fundamentally a skinny scrawny little nerd. he cannot win fights with his brawn alone, so he must rely on his brain. he finds creative ways to use his weapons, he learns the technique of the kyoshi warriors (using an opponent's strength against them) and the ways of the sword (creativity, versatility, intelligence) and is an excellent fighter and warrior despite his malnourished victorian orphan physique because he is so excellent at learning and adapting and knowing how to use every resource to his advantage in creative ways during fights. and obviously he isn’t frail, he is very strong, especially evidenced when he uses his sword to slash through solid metal, or when he carries toph like she weighs nothing. but he appears frail, much more so than zuko (in books 1 and 3b at least) or even aang (buff baby). and i think it’s thematically significant for sokka to maintain that physique as an adult. people see him and think he's just a pencil-pushing non-bending nerd who weighs 10 pounds soaking wet, but they'd be in for a rude awakening if they ever actually tried to fight him. and that discrepancy represents such an integral part of his character, so it’s a real shame that it’s so ignored in favor of imagining him as being more conventionally attractive, because it betrays a fundamental aspect of his character for shallow purposes. not mention that implying that guys can only be hot if they’re buff is just plain silly.
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The house of Nightingale & Constantine ( P. 3 )
> previous
.・゜-: ✧ :-
"Why are you avoiding me." Green eyes, sharp and unflinching, locked on Danny.
Startled, he turns to the younger boy, Damian? Bruce's only blood kid, he reminds himself.
"I'm not avoiding you." He denies, shaking his head, eyes trailing off.
But Damian knows, he learned and memorised the movements, signs, and behaviour of human kind.
"Do not lie to me, Nightingale."
The use of the name triggers something, and both Damian and Danny jump back, startled and cautious.
"What's the meaning of this!" The boy demanded, snatching his sword from the hilt.
The other raised his hands, pleading. "Look Damian– put the sword down and let me explain, please?"
They stood in tense silence, the sword pushed down reluctant and swiftly tugged back in.
"Explain."
Danny sighs in relief.
"You're more than aware of your parentage, yes?"
A nod, if not slightly confused. "Wayne?"
"No, al Ghul."
He keeps his facial expression and body language closed, obviously trained, and tilts his head to the Ghost. Listening, assessing.
Danny swallows as the air takes on sparks, dangerously close to one another.
If only Dick was in the mansion, maybe he'd cut the air with a knife followed by laughter and help him escape.
"The al Ghul line is in a delicate balance that can be toppled any time," he explains. "it's an old house, new compared to the houses of ancient, but powerful."
"You're saying," Damian drawls, carefully placing the words to form the sentence. "that the line of Al Ghul is... magic." He is studying the older, eyes narrowed and focused.
He knew such accusation would be called ridiculous by the younger. It would definitely earn him a few attempted kills.
"Not all dark houses are magic, just magic adjusted. The reason al Ghul is where it is today is that the founder, your grandfather, is still alive."
"You're aware such claims would have your head."
A wince.
"Fine." Damian scoffs. "We will go back to that after, tell me of the name triggering then."
"Names have power, but family names are more powerful, especially those of dark houses. If another dark house calls—"
"It registers as a warning and summoning." He finished, unfazed at the owlish blinks received.
"You were taught."
"I was, you're right, the al Ghuls are not magic. I haven't taken it seriously back then, I now see the error of my actions." The boy simply states, arms crossed.
"Calling another house of dark by name and immediately pulling a weapon is a declaration of challenge." Dannt adds after a moment of quiet. "I would rather not fight and make an enemy here."
"Not an enemy, but neither an ally?" Is quickly thrown back.
The Nightingale shrugs. "I'm not fond of your grandfather," he admits. "but it's known that every generation changes the house, I would not mind being the ally of the al Ghuls, if it meant you did the contract."
"Being an ally to my name only and to the al Ghul if asked." Green eyes, borderline neon, it reminds Danny of the zone. "Bold."
A grin cracks through, and Danny gestures to the door. "We can discuss the terms during snack time, if you wish, al Ghul."
A spark and Damian scowls harder. "Stop that." He says. "Let's do so, Father would be quite pleased knowing I've made more allies."
As he stomps to out, Danny follows with a jump in his steps, very pleased.
Nightingale 1, Constantine 0!
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