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scooterpengie · 1 month
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I'm not the first to mention the parallels between Demencia and Miss Heed but I wanted to draw something for it (I don't remember if Dem becoming like a lizard and losing her memories for Black Hat is canon or if I just read it in a fanfiction but either way I agree)
As well as all the parallels I also think they're good foils of eachother? Miss Heed cares way too much what other people think of her, while Dem is completely unbothered by all her rejections from Black Hat
Anyway I need an AU where these 2 meet online on a "how to get your crush to like you" forum and become internet friends 😭
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 23 days
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The girls are here!!!
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dapper-lil-arts · 2 months
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Unlike Marion, Rarity couldn't play it cool.
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leather-field · 2 months
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Town-on-gorkhon’s most tortured artists
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stellar-collective · 3 months
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Poppy oughta know by now that with Branch, clear communication is absolutely key
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st4rking · 8 months
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tfw you, as a mind reader, have to team up with a man who thinks too much
Slight spoilers in tags
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hajihiko · 1 year
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Class shenanigans
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comradekatara · 1 year
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my greatest flaw is that i would lowkey ship sokka/azula if i wasn’t so convinced that azula is a lesbian. bc just think about it. they’re both these hyper logical calculating masterminds with debilitating perfectionist complexes to hide their perceived worthlessness, so they’re constantly achieving, and while they never feel any real joy in winning, they get actually suicidal the second they fail at anything. they think everyone who can’t keep up with them is some sort of idiot because they refuse to live in a world where they are in fact more intelligent than most people, including the adults around them. they love making the most insufferable puns you’ve ever heard and get offended if no one laughs. they have daddy issues and mommy issues. they share so many of the things they have wrong with them. so like. just imagine how amazingly awful they would be as a couple. they would indisputably make each other worse , but in the most disastrously entertaining way possible.
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moeblob · 8 months
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Matheo giving up knowing that the chemist will just follow him wherever for whatever reason.
(I watched a gif for "no" in ASL and I apologize if I drew it wrong I don't know how I would draw a gesture in still art so uh.... please be lenient ?? I tried)
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dittolicous · 1 month
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"anti-zosans just dont get it! the appeal IS that they hate each other!"
me, a zosan shipper:
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hanzajesthanza · 10 months
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“what does geralt get from that friendship…”
another post examining the weight of geralt and dandelion’s friendship… because i don’t think people recognize how painful and debilitating loneliness can become.
the witcher as a deconstruction of the genre takes fantasy tropes to their most logical ends—it asks us to consider what The Lone Swordsman feels, looks into the humanity in a Cold-Blooded Killer. and it turns out he’s not cold-blooded at all.
that despite some superhuman abilities, he laments and worries and curses himself, just like any other worker of any other profession. just as the farmer is scorched by the sun, the washerwoman’s back aches, and the scholar goes half-blind studying, a witcher deals with all of the pains and annoyances and dangers of his job in a mundanely human way.
but the farmer, the washerwoman, and the scholar have something the witcher does not have—they’ll always be seen as human and part of their society. at the end of the day after enduring all of their labor, they have their wife to caress, festivities to attend, and taverns to frequent. but for a witcher? after the killing is over, what does he have? no one and nothing. not even a thank you. he is met with fear and hatred everywhere he goes, baseless bigotry and dislike.
I did my job. I quickly learned how. I’d ride up to village enclosures or town pickets and wait. If they spat, cursed and threw stones, I rode away. If someone came out to give me a commission, I’d carry it out.
so he faces not just loneliness, but being deliberately ostracized and cast out from society. geralt can’t even find a polite word in most settlements, much less a friend.
‘(…) Tell me, where should I go? And for what? At least here some people have gathered with whom I have something to talk about. People who don’t break off their conversations when I approach. People who, though they may not like me, say it to my face, and don’t throw stones from behind a fence. (…)’
this kind of loneliness is not a mere inconvenience. it’s completely altering to your self-perception and ability to see the positive in the world.
each day is not lived, but endured.
day in, and day out—forced to the most difficult and lowest labor in order to survive, and knowing that were you to die, no one would search for your body, few would miss you, hell, they might even spit “good riddance”.
in this situation, to find a friend, is not only friendship, but a rescue.
without dandelion, geralt may have drowned—drowned in solitude, amidst a sea of strangeness.
‘(…) And I’m alone, completely alone, endlessly alone among the strange and hostile elements. Solitude amid a sea of strangeness. Don’t you dream of that?’
No, I don’t, he thought. I have it every day.
because dandelion is not only a bright soul, characteristic rippling laughter and the strum of a lute, but someone who will intently listen to geralt, someone who mutually enjoys his company.
‘(…) you almost jumped out of your pants with joy to have a companion. Until then, you only had your horse for company.’
someone who doesn’t see him as strange and at the fringes of society at all, but as an utterly normal man.
and doesn’t impose demeaning, sappy sympathy onto him, but sobering and realistic “quit your bullshit” which ridicules the very thought that he should internalize societal hatred.
Do you know what your problem is, Geralt? You think you’re different. (…) [You don’t understand that] for people who think clear-headedly you’re the most normal man under the sun, and they all wish that everybody was so normal. What of it that you have quicker reflexes than most and vertical pupils in sunlight? That you can see in the dark like a cat? That you know a few spells? Big deal.
dandelion isn’t “willing” to accept geralt for himself—he already has accepted him. and to him, it’s no difficulty, it’s nothing worth discussing, because he sees no abnormality and no strangeness in him.
while others “prefer the company of lepers to witchers,” dandelion has already offered geralt to share his room and board. not out of sympathetic pity, not out of fetishizing curiosity. because… they’re friends.
and what else does this friendship save him from?
not only from others, but from himself.
worse than enduring others’ apathy and hatred is one’s own thoughts—the darkness and negativity which builds from witnessing and experiencing such behavior.
dandelion’s ability to counter and dispel geralt’s pessimism and self-flagellating tendencies—again, not out of pity, but out of friendship—is undeniably invaluable. someone to rescue you from your darkest thoughts, when you begin to spiral.
and in this darkness, all you can do is cry. you cry, beg for someone to help you, please—
Help! Why doesn't anyone help me? Alone, weak, helpless – I can't move, can't force a sound from my constricted throat. Why does no one come to help me? I'm terrified!
to be alone, the saga reminds us, is worse than a death sentence. to be alone is to “perish; stabbed, beaten or kicked to death, defiled, like a toy passed from hand to hand.” to be alone is to suffer, and to be with someone is to save them from that suffering.
'(…) I wouldn't like anything bad to happen to you. I like you too much, owe you too much-'
'You've said that already. What do you owe me, Yennefer?'
The sorceress turned her head away, did not say anything for a while.
'You travelled with him,' she said finally. 'Thanks to you he was not alone. You were a friend to him. You were with him.'
it is true that geralt has saved dandelion countless times, helped him, gotten him out of some scrape… but to ask what did geralt get in return? are you kidding me?
did you ever consider that it is dandelion who saved geralt?
by being with him. by being by his side. by being his friend.
indeed, dandelion has rescued geralt, countless times, from the yawning jaws of endless loneliness. he’s helped him, chased away the danger of geralt’s own rumination. and he’s gotten him out of scrapes, his own insecurities and bitter helplessness.
so what does dandelion give geralt? what does geralt get from their friendship?
an amusing question. what one gets from friendship is the friendship itself. and that is more than enough.
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Eddie hangs out with Tommy and acts the same way he would with Buck because that’s how he thinks friends act and then Tommy tries to kiss him and Eddie’s all “woah! where did that come from? i just want to be your friend, dude” and Tommy goes “friend? do you act like this with all of your friends?” cue Eddie realizing that his relationship with Buck is abnormal for two people who are just “friends”
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tennessoui · 1 year
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silly soulmate au where everyone has the first words their soulmate said to them on their body somewhere and anakin’s are “excuse me sir, your shoelaces are untied” so he walks around with his shoes untied as a way of trying to bait life into giving him his soulmate
But one day he’s like super done with it and cranky after a bad day and someone taps his shoulder while he’s waiting at a crosswalk and says “excuse me sir your shoelaces are untied” and anakin snaps “your shoelaces are untied”
and obi-wan “afraid to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known enough to be loved” kenobi says “I’m not wearing shoelaces” kinda flabbergasted because he’s spent like 30 years wearing untieable shoes so no one can ever tell him “your shoelaces are untied” only to be thwarted by a beautiful, aggressive soulmate of a stranger
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furiosophie · 1 year
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okay i put this in the reblogs of the "personal nightmare-tester hob gadling" post before but i just thought about it again so
imagine dream after being cut off from ppls dreams for over a century coming back and struggling to figure out what's "trendy" rn, like what do ppl wanna dream about these days? what are they afraid off?
and literally the only person he knows who could reliably tell him that bc he's lived among humans for six centuries and has the context for what the fuck is going on with them is, you guessed it, hob gadling
so dream just shows up at random asking him the wildest questions like "hob gadling what is cbat and why are humans having sex dreams about it" and hob is just standing there like pls it is fucking eight am i didn't even have coffee yet
like hob just graduates from personal nightmare-tester to personal dream-trend researcher, and it's just an endless string of "no dream i will not teach your nightmares how to floss that's not even a thing anymore" and "what do you mean can you confirm if this nightmare Iooks like slenderman pls it's two am" or "no dream i do not know why everyone is horny for that four foot tall zombie woman-- wait hold on why are you getting big oh-- oh yeah okay alright i get it"
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schnuffel-danny · 1 year
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From a short conversation with @dashing-through-ecto I realized the comedic potential of combining my Friendship is Tragic AU with her Little Baby Loop AU  xD So I present to you: that one time Vlad tried to steal a cursed ghost artifact, only to accidentally turn himself into a ferret-worm-creature-thing. And, as if things couldn’t get worse, he’s discovered by Jack who, as his self-proclaimed best (and only) friend, decides to house him at the perfectly safe FentonWorks until the effect wears off...
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kalopsic-lagomorph · 3 months
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poppy and floyd being besites is fun and all but i really like the idea that they dont get along and they HATE IT
they want so bad to banter and hang out all friendly like but they just. dont click . absoloutly zero chemistly, everytime theyre together a fine mist of awkwardness englufs the room
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