Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

im struggling to put words to thought about the recent announcement of Rooster Teeth shutting down after 21 years. their wide variety of content was a constant companion to me throughout my time in university and was a great comfort at the beginning of the pandemic until October 2020 (iykyk)

Warner Brothers-Discovery is seriously being mismanaged as a company. with the shelving of the already made Batgirl movie, the recent shelving of Coyote v. Acme, and many other poorly made decisions content wise, im not surprised they're axing Rooster Teeth as another means of attempting to save money and earn a little more by offering up some of RT's properties

it just sucks that RWBY will likely never finish

it just sucks that so many talented, hardworking people will be losing their jobs

it just sucks that countless hours of content will likely be lost

it just sucks that this is how it ends.

( please click on the art for better quality, tumblr is being mean to me )

People might think he is the one who control times itself, kind when needed, but sometimes people dream of being killed by him in a timelines that never happenned because 'he cant help himself.'

Other mouths speaks of him being one with the space, up there in the cold dark sky. When meteors falls down and you hear the guitar string of a country music, its been known it was his doing.

Thought recently, he has been known to break both the times and the milky way arrangements in the casino because he fucked up his flush five set up.

Balatro!RT or the gamblers deity or i love making up stories from silly man gameplay.

Down here Outfit without BG because i realized it maybe too much colour :

I feel like more people should be talking about RTGame’s Minecraft series. Like, seriously. Amongst all the hustle and bustle of Hermitcraft and the angst of the QSMP and whatever else is going on, it’s really refreshing to just watch a man play Minecraft. No story, no lore, no end goal, just rediscovering a game he walked away from years ago.

It feels like watching your baby cousin play Minecraft for the first time, waiting for what Skizzleman calls The Click- the moment when you realize just how much potential this game has. We’ve all had that Click, but you’re excited to see what makes said metaphorical cousin really understand what Minecraft can do. It’s that experience, just with a 29 year old man who is so full of wonder and determination.

Also, it’s just really fucking funny? Like as much as it is a heartfelt and refreshing perspective on Minecraft, it’s also a series he’s running on Twitch, so he’s gotta crack jokes. And RT is very very very funny. Man has a level of audacity that just makes you laugh in shock. He laughs at danger. He works off of spite. His chat goes along with it, builds off his antics. He jokes about Minecraft Diamonds and refuses to be normal about it it’s great.

Anyways: watch RT’s Minecraft series, and while you’re at it, watch RTGame bc Yeah :3

a bittersweet mafiarry multipart.

Namin’ The Stars After You - 3.2k. angst.

Harry’s known for being ruthless in the way he does his job, a day job out with his girlfriend takes a horrible turn.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - 1.1k. angst.

summary: harry’s angry at the world, himself included and he makes it everyone’s problem but there might be a light coming in the middle of his storm

Golden Like Daylight - 1.2k. fluff, light angst.

Y/N’s alive but she’s not who she used to be, Harry has to deal with the aftermath.

Could you do 11 with Sunny and Cirrus please ❤️

#11 . . . in joy

Cirrus is drained, tired from her temples to her toes. The ride home had been full of nothing but bumps and chatter; Lucifer bless him, Mountain had tried to soothe her while her mate flitted about excitedly with Aeon and Aurora, practically sticking their faces to the bus windows while they perched on the skinny sofa, butts in the air and tails wagging in tandem. While the steady arm around her shoulders and the earth ghoul's calming scent was nice (even if it was overpowered with bright, citrusy excitement once they pulled into the abbey's long drive), Cirrus needs, more than anything, a long hot bath in solitude and semi-darkness.

It's all she's thinking about as they disembark. All she looks forward to as she drags her belongings in an oversized tote bag down the narrow steps, locating her luggage from one of the siblings sent out to help them and the rest of the crew unload. Just a nice, relaxing soak with some oils and bubbles, a glass of wine in the hand that's draped over the porcelain side.

The fantasy floats away the second she steps inside the vestibule and sees her through the small crowd of people. A curly copper head with warm brown horns bouncing up and down excitedly next to a certain quintessence ghoul's shoulder.

Sunshine.

Cirrus drops her bags next to a nearby pillar, hardly caring if her tote falls over and spills all its contents. All she cares about---Cumulus too, from the sounds of it---is getting that warm, beautiful girl of a ghoul back into her arms again.

Her gasp and subsequent squeal ring out over the din of the group, and the three of them barrel towards each other through the throng of people.

Cirrus reaches her first, Sunny practically crashing into her and jumping into her arms simultaneously.

"Cir!" she cries into her neck. "Oh I missed you so much!"

The taller ghoulette squeezes her tight. "Missed you too, sunbug. C'mere." Cirrus pulls back and cups Sunshine's face, pulling her into a kiss. She could nearly cry at the surge of joy and relief that floods her chest at the touch of her lips, slotting together like no time has passed.

She must linger a little too long, because Cumulus pipes up beside her. "Cirrrr," she whines impatiently. "Let me have a turn or I'm gonna explode!"

Sunshine laughs, as pretty as a windchime in a summer breeze. "There's plenty of me to go around, Lucy." She smiles wide and reaches for her, and Cumulus pulls her into a near bone-crushing hug. Sunny just squeals and laughs, soaking it all in.

Cirrus thinks she can forego the bath, at least for the moment, if it means she can bathe in Sunshine's warmth and love instead.

“The titan said Belos is evil tho! Are you stupid the show said he was evil!”“Masha said lil’ bro just got jelly that his brother got a girlfriend! He doesn’t have depth and his ending was supposed to be unsatisfying!”“But James Ironwood losing his arm is supposed to represent him losing his humanity”“Jason Rose said that James could’ve always become evil and sided with Salem”“They literally called him genocide general!”“But in this Q&A they said the puppies survived they just lost their laser powers! And in the tie-in material, they showed everyone was fine! You just hate Starco!”“The show/tie-in material/a fucking Q&A said blah blah blah!”These arguments are shit. TOH- “God says witches are evil so it is his duty to kill them!” is a pretty horrible justification for killing someone except when the titan says it to Luz. I don’t think Luz is in the wrong for killing Belos, he was a genocidal maniac and child abuser and genuinely irredeemable- nobody who hates the ending of The Owl House complains about Belos being irredeemable, they complain about the show flopping the cult critical message, how hunter’s possession felt like needless shock value, the show not properly setting up the collector or how the coven system/conformitorium’s writing is a mess or how Eda becoming a teacher makes as much sense as Toph becoming a cop and you can go ‘but the show said-’ what the show said had unfortunate implications, was uncomfortable to abuse survivors, and I can’t forgive the ass-pullery of the trailer-bait nightmare sequence or how in the hexside crew became irrelevant! When people complain about how Belos was handled nobody complains about him not getting a redemption arc- they complain that hunter should’ve been there to see belos die or how they hate Luz’s power up. RWBY -James Ironwood’s and Penny’s character arcs and deaths felt so ableist it’s actually uncomfortable to watch, I have ASD my sister, and like half of the people I know have PTSD, I don’t know any amputees but I’ve seen plenty making noise about how shit the writing was. Good, they should be mad! The show’s message about prosthetics/amputations was toxic! Not mention for all the hopeful messages Team RWBY screams at the top of their lungs about trust they knowingly broke Ironwood’s trust for very poorly defined reasons! while I do think ruthless pragmatism is a bad thing, team RWBY offered no alternatives, he wasn’t a villain- he was facing an ethical dilemma and got fucked over. And SVTFOE- I shouldn’t have to buy tie-in materials to understand the show- tie-in material should be a bonus not a supplement or requirement, I Don’t have to buy the ATLA comics inorder to understand the show, I don’t have to read all of Lord Of The Rings to understand the movies. It doesn’t matter how the show was supposed to be interpreted or how the audience is supposed to feel, and It’s perfectly valid for the audience not to care about damage control spinoffs (cough cough Steven Universe) or Q&A’s or whatever. I’ll admit sometimes the audience is fucking stupid and completely media illiterate but can we stop acting like anyone who doesn’t blindly consume product and go with what the writers said are stupid? I know im not articulating this well but I’m pissy rn and I’m having trouble deconstructing whats wrong with those kind of arguments but god there is so much wrong with these arguements

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he's so 🐻🐻🐻

reblog??? maybe?? 😽😽❤

@michael-wheela @chaoticbyler

You absolute fool... You will never draw the Dark Lord Von Karma!

"You naive fools..."

"You thought i'd never show up... But i hijacked AnaNini's art blog!... Now i'll change it to VonKarmaDraws... And there's nothing you can do about it!"

Von Karma, no!!! Give me my blog back!

rogue trader spoilers ///

hissing and gnashing, why would they write this.

why would they put this NOW when my girl has just done the aeldari sidequest & experienced honorable dealings with xenos for the first time, leaving her open to consider yrliet's profoundly alien (to her hardline imperial core ass) moral sense. the moment of hesitation from heinrix. the inquisitor she's been flirting with in a slapdash stratagem to distract him from sniffing out the Chaos presence with a clawhold in her brain. (surely, certain death if he knew! a salvation her animal self can't help but revile ^_^) the very same Chaos presence of which yrliet's guided meditation uncovered no trace, granting her the first sense of peace & relief she's experienced in months! indeed, the same inquisitor she caught in an unexpected moment of vulnerability at the black ship and instead of leveraging it, went for the hand touch like a fool idiot!

and like ofc it's only her position as an avatar of empire letting her indulge her fascination with yrliet OR try and toy with the inquisition & obviously compassion is anathema to that so every act takes on double resonance. like the sheer paranoia. the meditation was an //offer of compassion//xenos heresy//, a thread of friendship that can only lead to the weakening of her rule. drawing heinrix closer as //self-protection//self-endangerment//, fellow enforcer of the hegemony she both serves & is well served by, //threat//ally//asset//spy//man with fathoms-deep dark eyes//

so like fine okay what if there were two foils representing inverse moral positions and toward whom your every gesture contained both your best and worst impulses in an elaborate two-face janus mask dance of conflicting motivations!! "are we gonna torture this guy" are we making out right now. pasqal i am so sorry you have to 4th wheel this. we are literally doing

right in front of this poor mangled cult victim's salad

i'm chewing glass

chorus in the background going watch out girl the empire is reproduced through your personal relations!!! which she is so so so conditioned to hear as an injunction instead of a warning :3

'excessive kindness gets good people into trouble' oh BOY i cannot wait for that one to circle back :3 :3 :3

Oh harbinger tell me a tale

#16 clothes for the RT x RT prompt game. Both Annelise and Aurelia seem to like pretty dresses so it would be quite suitable I think :D

#16. Clothes | Annelise

From the plush divan on which she sat, Aurelia watched the other woman give a turn this way and that in the mirror, the skirts of the brilliant blue dress swaying around her legs. It was a lovely thing: full and flouncy, with gold trim, and lace, and ribbons. Very in style.

"What do you think?" The woman asked of her attendant. "Is it too much?"

"No, m'lady Annelise. I think it looks lovely on you!"

"It feels a little..." Annelise gently tapped an ivory fan against her petal pink lips. A small frown appeared between her brows. "A little much."

The sigh that escaped the Lady Annelise's mouth was one Aurelia was quite familiar with. An expectation made manifest in the imagination that went unsatisfied in reality. "The ribbons," she said, standing and smoothing her spring green skirts before she approached. "At the hem? They're weighing the dress down."

Annelise gave Aurelia a curious look in the mirror, before she gestured for her attendant to call in the modiste for further alterations. "The ribbons," she said once they were alone, "were my favorite part."

"Wear ribbons in your hair instead," Aurelia suggested. "It'll be more dramatic that way."

"Until they catch you in the face unexpected."

Aurelia laughed at that. "Speaking from experience, are we?"

"You might say that," came Annelise' soft reply and gentle chuckle in answer.

"You like your ribbons long, then!"

An emphatic nod. "The longer the better."

The attendant arrived, modiste following just behind her. Aurelia returned to her seat, casting a look at Annelise over her shoulder. She watched the modiste begin to carefully trim away the ribbons, until at last the hem was free of them.

Annelise gave a twirl before the mirror, a sigh of pure happiness escaping her lips at the way the dress flared and flitted at the movement. "Perfect!"

Aurelia had to agree. Indeed, it was.

Jae Romance now LIVE - A Rogue's Gambit

Former smuggler and pirate Alethea has become the new Rogue Trader. Along with her trustworthy(?) retinue she must navigate the complications of her new position. Not an easy task! And made harder when she catches feelings for the charming Cold Trader Jae Heydari. Drama and Intrigue abound!

Watching rtgame play ace attorney again while my danganronpa hyperfixation is resurfacing sure is something

Imagine him playing danganronpa. Ace attorney but crazier and worse. I think it’d kill him on the spot. I hope he plays it someday.

“Why did you leave? Martyn asks out of the blue one night while the two were tasked with baking treats for jingle jam.

Rt hummed. in reality, there's a million and one reasons why. It traces back to one person though.

“There was the dude, Will, I was assigned to watch over him. Eventually, I grew attached. He reminded me of what it meant to be human again. Not in a way I've felt since I was taken” rt explains while rolling out the Jafa dough.

“Would i have met him?” Martyn questions, grabbing the bucket full of cookie cutters. damn, Lewis for having a massive collection.

Rt makes a 50/50 gesture with his hand now covered in flour. “You might have. He's done MCC before.”

“Didn't you do MCC? I swear I saw you there once.” marytn asks, carefully judging each one to find out what would be best for these jaffas.

“Yeah, I used to. Grian almost killed me there.” Rt says casually like that isn't a big deal.

“He did what?” Martyn blurts out nearly dropping the bucket full of cookie cutters.

“Apparently he didn't realize I deflected. Didn't turn out so well for me” Rt says while doing air quotes.

“Damn, dude that's rough. Have you made contact with your old friend?” Martyn interrogates.

“Nahh. why would I? I was just a fool assigned to Watch over him. It's better to keep my distance.” Rt mutters. 

Meanwhile, Wilbur has lost something. However, for the life of him, he can't remember what. Tallulah’s flute is drying outside, Tallulah herself is right next to him, he has his keys on him, and his guitar case is over on the bed. Possible he left something in there?

“You know Tallulah, I feel like I've forgotten something,” he mutters looking over the case. Tallulah follows his gaze, making quick work of the latches.  Only then does Tallulah then pulls out an old Warcoat from the depths of Wilbur's guitar case. Or at least it was a war coat. Now it's the remains of one used to protect Willbur’s precious guitar.

“OH SHIT RT”