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joelsgreys · 9 months
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I forgot how much I loved Not A Thing😭🥹I hope you update soon
that was my first ever fic 🥹 before I even had a pedro or tlou username oh my god that’s wild to me
there is one final installment, it’s been in my brain for months and I have a draft for it idk when but I will finish writing it for sure
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minnow-doodle-doo · 1 year
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Coal by Tyler Childers
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kreachvera · 3 months
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redrawww ^_^
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cerise-on-top · 22 days
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Can I request Rudy (maybe AleRudy poly??? You decide lolz) x a female ( you can choose not to write this as I know you write mostly gender neutral) reader who proves The Whole toxic masculinity thing wrong as a strong (physically and mentally) independent woman? Like she is strong and can defend herself and she does things that most men thinks she can’t do? (Like carrying heavy things, etc.)
Thank you!!
Hello! This is more Rodolfo centric, which I hope you don't mind! But Alejandro is there too, of course :>
AleRudy with a Strong!Independent!Fem!S/O
Alejandro would have a field day with you, Rodolfo would still be a little bit concerned. Though, that is not to say he wouldn’t like it. I think you’d be a certain kind of awakening for him, especially if you’re pretty muscular too. Rodolfo would have never thought he’d find a muscular woman this hot, but here we are. Both Alejandro and Rodolfo would sometimes have conversations about you when you’re at work. Alejandro would know just how capable you are and would allow you to do just about anything, even if he would offer you his help. Nothing wrong with helping your lovely girlfriend lift some heavy things as it gets done a bit faster that way. Rodolfo wouldn’t believe you to be weak, not in the slightest. Especially not with your kind of personality and body, but he’d still insist on him doing some of the things at first, such as carrying heavy things or scaring away some sleazebags. He’ll tell you a little bit about how he views the world, how he’s supposed to be the one protecting you, but when you just laugh and tell him that you can handle yourself, he actually gets kind of embarrassed. At some point he’ll realize that yes, indeed you can handle yourself in just about any situation life throws at you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t voice his concerns. Picking him up is actually kind of fun, he’ll go completely quiet and hold onto your shoulders for dear life. At first he’d feel kind of bad, he’s the one who’s supposed to pick you up. But, as mentioned previously, you being this strong actually does things to him. It would take a while, but he’d come to trust you more and more with some things that he thought women shouldn’t really be doing. If you work a men dominated job too, then Rodolfo will just shut up, actually. You’re a mechanic? He doesn’t know jack shit about cars. You’re an IT-technician? Computers hate this man, he always needs help since some error comes up. Once the initial embarrassment is over, he won’t hesitate to come to you for help. It’s for the best you work on this since he has no clue what he’s doing in those fields anyway.
Alejandro is super chill with you being strong and independent. Sure, sometimes he’d love to just watch a scary movie with you and have you cling to him in fear, but you carrying those big tires is also pretty nice. He always thought he’d be more into a shy and timid girl, but you’re actually pretty nice too. He wouldn’t fuss over you as much as Rodolfo, he’d just let you do your thing. If you need help, he’ll help, but he won’t be overbearing. Besides, he could probably learn a lot of things from you. You’re an electrician? Awesome, amor! The GFCI just turned off again, could you do something about it? He’ll sometimes talk to Rodolfo about how he should put more trust into you. Just because you’re a girl doesn’t mean you can’t be a total badass and strong like them. Alejandro will also egg you on to pick Rodolfo up since he wants to see him flustered beyond comparison. He loves you both, but there’s just something so fun about a flustered Rodolfo.
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moongothic · 2 months
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Seen quite a few people comment how they believe it's more likely the Dragodile Divorce happened due to ideological differences rather than because Dragon was too straight to stay with Crocodile, and. Like I did suggest that (or at least tried to) in my Crocodad Giga Thesis (really I should've been more clear about it in my essay so I wouldn't be writing this now lol), but like yes, Dragon and Crocodile absolutely have drastically different beliefs on How One Overthrows The World Government. And that absolutely could have contributed to the two separating and/or Crocodile deciding to go his own way instead of becoming a proper Revolutionary
Because like, as I tried to imply in the essay (but failed to deliver); if Crocodile's goal had always been to get Pluton so he could just nuke Marijoa off the face of the earth by himself and end it all in one go, then Crocodile and his way of thinking could work as this, like... contrasting opposite to how Dragon believes things should be done. Some fans (unfairly imo) call Dragon a "fraud" because over the past 20+ years he has only attacked Marijoa and the WG directly just once, and even when he did, instead of doing something to stop their corrupt reign for good... the Revs destroyed... the Tenryuubito's... food storage..? Like. Sure, that'll bother them for a little while, get their panties in a good twist etc, but in the end they're just going to demand more tributes and more free food. The Revolutionary Army may be successfully inspiring more people and more countries to rebel against the World Government's corrupt rule, but the Tenryuubito are still in power and will continue to be in power for a long time. And that's kind of how Crocodile would greatly complement Dragon within the narrative. Dragon being arguably "too soft" with his slow, methodical way of overthrowing the WG, while Crocodile would just kill them all without mercy, even if it meant hurting innocent people in the process. The two would act as the opposite sides of the same coin, the different extremes of the same spectrum. Crocodile would become like a response to the complaints people have against Dragon.
And yeah, the two having such wildly different ideological views could VERY EASILY contribute to a divorce, for sure.
My thing is that... If (and this is an if) Crocodile is meant to go a character arc and grow as a person, if we're meant to see him as a sympathetic character at all and maybe even feel bad for him... It'll be much harder to write that if the Dragodile Divorce happened only because of the two having ideological differences. Like who's going to feel bad for Crocodile if the two got divorced because Crocodile wanted to mass murder people and Dragon wasn't okay with it? That's not a tragedy, that's not a situation where we as the readers would feel for Crocodile and want to root for him. That's not something that would give a character unprocessed emotional trauma to heal from and overcome. He'd just be a villian who'd need to have his beliefs changed.
Where as, if The Divorce was caused by Dragon and Crocodile no longer being compatible due to Dragon being straight while Crocodile transed his gender... Even in the most respectful of scenarios that is a heartbreaking situation, a painful thing to go through. That is a tragedy without bad guys, a story where you could feel bad for Crocodile and want to root for him. That is a situation that would give him trauma to heal from.
And that's kind of why I so strongly believe in Crocodile's transition being a more important, contributing factor in The Divorce. Again, this does absolutely depend on what Crocodile's actual role in the story is going to be and whether or not he's even meant to go through a character arc at all. Like if he's not going to be that important and if he isn't meant to go through an arc then sure, Crocodile's transition doesn't have to matter one fucking bit. But if he is meant to go through an arc, if we are meant to feel bad for him and find outselves rooting for him eventually... From a writing perspective, that'll be far easier to do if we can find ourselves sympathizing with him even just a little bit.
Also like. Yes, you can have queer characters who are just queer for the sake of being queer, their queerness does not have to be an important aspect in them or a huge plotpoint in their story at all. Crocodile could be queer just for the sake of being queer. Because that's what it's like being queer, you just are what you are. At the same time, from a writing perspective. What would even be the point of making him queer if it didn't matter to his character at all and have an impact on his character?
Also while Crocodile and Dragon clearly have very different beliefs on how the WG should be dealt with right now, we don't really know when Crocodile came to his beliefs. Like for all we know Crocodile could've formed his worldview years after the divorce. Hell, based on the way he spoke to Vivi about her ideals, and how we know he spent over a decade in utter emotional solitude, his current worldview could have been partially born from resentment towards Dragon (and his ideals) that's been simmering away over the years.
All of this to say; yes I think the two's beliefs could have been a contributing factor in The Divorce, but from a writing perspective (and based on the direction I personally want to see the story go), I find it far more likely if Crocodile's transition was the main cause, one way or another.
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kingjasnah · 3 days
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Coming this way was dangerous. These lands were ruled by nobody, and by cutting across open land and staying away from established trade routes, Tvlakv could easily run afoul of unemployed mercenaries. Men who had no honor and no fear of slaughtering a slavemaster and his slaves in order to steal a few chulls and wagons. Men who had no honor. Were there men who had honor? No, Kaladin thought. Honor died eight months ago.
'honor is dead' 'honor is dead' literally whatever. honor died eight months ago.
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manifested-phant0m · 14 days
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Bayonetta and cereza art!
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youcouldbewonderful · 8 months
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I haven't posted fanart in ages so here's some old eight sketches, some of which i might finish
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candlewinds · 2 years
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MY COUNTRY: THE NEW AGE (2019) Dir. Kim Jin Won
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hour 14 of taking a break from art for the sake of my tendons: i am Wailing and Keening and Scratching Forlornly At My Tablet
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moregraceful · 11 days
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Photos: 1. Blossoms on I think the plum tree, taken on film; 2. Jake Oettinger grappling with Miro Heiskanen while Jason Robertson and Roope Hintz look on; 3. Flowers and shadows at midnight.
#having like eight different mental breakdowns rolled into one atm and like don't even know how to talk about them#like where do i start. it started eight months ago. it started two years ago. it started 35 years#ago.#i said i would have * done by tonight bc it would open up some job opportunities but every time i look at google docs i scream#i may need to handwrite it#and people at * being like oh you look tired. well i am tired. you people make me very tired. but you do not care#and it's like how much of this was preventable vs how much is just someone pulling out that last loadbearing block in the jenga tower of my#sanity and now it's all falling down#i made a list last night to compare things that would make me sad about doing * vs things that fill me with hope and curiosity and quiet joy#the hope/curiosity/quiet joys list was a lot longer#i swear every third text message i send beryl is like hi. i'm spiralling. again. but then i'll say to someone else and theyre like wow have#you tried not spiraling?#well i love to do that personally but every time i try something massively destabilizing happens#it's so interesting (it's not interesting)#angela sent a wonderful prompt about sleep deprived demon summoning#and being as i am on that shit i thought ok what if cale summons a demon due to sleep deprivation#but the demon is simply his younger self. happier#less ground down. more bright-eyed. easier to smile. doesn't feel the weight of expectation#voice like you hear in a recording of yourself five years ago and it's you but it's not you#it's him but it's not him because it's also a little evil. what if you hadn't looked the other way#what if you said something. what if you found your voice. what if you let your heart grow open rather than grow cold.#the demon of a cale who is less serious and more open less selfish and more giving#and he calls devon in the night and devon ends up at his house with two cales the one he loves and the one he always wishes he'd known#before the nhl ground it out of him#and then devon has to decide who does he keep the now cale he loves or the old happier gentler cale#and as i was contemplating thaf i thought hm. it's possible i'm sublimating some things there#like i am to be clear a way happier and more well-adjusted person overall than i was five years ago#but rn i'm also an animal with its leg in a trap growing increasingly desperate and frantic#fresno oilers.txt
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sexycornenthusiast · 4 months
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iPhone With No Case
Some people are very particular about which brand of phone they're willing to use. Others will simply pick up whatever's available, and others still keep multiple around for the sake of convenience. But no matter their owner, everyone knows of the rivalry between the iPhone and the Android.
The iPhone was a new, sleek, shiny little thing with a perfectly up-to-date processor and a positive attitude. But the Android had been their owner's first, so even though she was old and slow with a chunky pink case, she was hard to let go.
If their owner had to love a competitor, couldn’t she at least pick a new one, who could give her something in return? There was nothing the Android could do that the iPhone couldn’t do better.
Why are you ignoring me, when I’m perfect for you?
She laid face down on the counter and seethed. When they were next to each other, the Android wouldn’t even look at her, like she knew, like she was saying, you’re not good enough.
But all technology eventually fell to the wayside, and one day the Android proved too slow, testing their owner’s patience for a final time as she crashed against the wall and collapsed. She said nothing and looked the iPhone in the eyes. It was what both of them wanted.
Attention was what she craved most of all, but was it worth it? To be shoved, dropped, carelessly tossed aside into some bed or some counter. She thought to herself smugly, at least I'm not that old Android. It’s better to be loved.
And she said, shatter me, cover me in crumbs, because I'd rather destroy myself than leave your side.
So the Android was abandoned to some cozy drawer, her own little corner of the world, broken and alone but at peace, never to be seen again.
And the iPhone was still jealous.
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peridots-pixiwolf · 1 year
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Made some complementary badges for the @nonbiney-swag-competition thanks to @ghostisredacted's V1 request!!
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[Start IDs. Four simple circular drawings, each featuring one character from the Nonbiney Swag Competition with the words "I Voted" above them and confetti on either side. All four are drawn almost exclusively in the colors of the nonbinary flag, albeit muted and indigo-toned, with a white base. The first is Pyro from Team Fortress 2 shown chest-upwards, who does a peace sign with a raised hand. Symbols that shape a unicorn horn float above their head. The second is a fullbody of Ghost from Hollow Knight, flaring their cloak open, emphasizing the motion with one hand and raising the other to their mask. The third is V1 from Ultrakill, another bust, where it holds one hand up to the camera to do a thumbs up. Despite a lack of a face, the way its "eye" is shaded suggests a grin. Lastly is the rather amorphous fullbody of the Slugcat or Survivor from Rain World, holding a spear and looking slightly upwards at the bats that hover around its head. End ID]
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blood-mocha-latte · 5 months
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14. pat/chuck nonlinear train of thought for the moldboard wip ??
(thank you for tagging me <3)
hi!!! this one is my affectionately dubbed undead wip, because i have abandoned it, and then un-abandoned it, and then re-abandoned it at LEAST six times so. don't get Too attached to her adhsafjdsl. i posted a moodboard and snippet of this here, before i made it a tag game, and another snippet of it here, and have a New moodboard and a Different snippet :)))
from this tag (ask) game :)
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"'M just saying," Chuck interrupts him, talking around the bread roll. The hall is loud, so Pat has to lean closer to him to be able to hear him properly. "I think there are worse ways to die than being shot."
Pat wrinkles his nose, but doesn't disagree. "Well, sure." He says. "Burning to death, for one. But I don't understand choosing a bullet over anything else." Chuck huffs.
"Well, I can't think of anything much faster." He points out. From another table, Malarkey shouts in protest as Muck grabs at his plate. Pat's pretty sure most of the people here, in England, are convinced they're insane. "You get shot in the head, it's over in an instant."
Pat can't argue with that, so he just shrugs, shoves another piece of toast in his mouth. "What about you?" Chuck asks him, after a moment, mouth equally full, so Pat thinks and swallows.
"Did you ever read The Awakening?" He asks, and when Chuck affords him a blank look, he shrugs. "Kate Chopin book. But at the end, there's a woman who walks into the ocean." Chuck snorts.
"So you'd go swimming?" He asks, disbelieving, and Pat shrugs.
"No." He says. "But I'd like to walk into fire the same way Edna Pontellier did water."
He can feel Chuck's eyes on him, and shoves more toast into his mouth before either of them can speak again.
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sgrumby · 1 year
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“How can we breathe?”
“Force field,” Barry replies, his legs dangling over the rim of the TARDIS. “Keeps the bad guys out and the oxygen in. I, uh, wouldn’t be able to answer the phone without it.” He reaches up sheepishly and pops open the hatch on the door to reveal a rotary phone.
Lup gives him a look that he’s beginning to realise means she thinks he’s being tremendously stupid. “Why couldn’t you wire it in to the console? Or install a door so it opens from the inside, even?”
“Hey, have you seen that?” He changes the subject with his usual tact. “Look, wow, supernova.”
She grins and sits down next to him, kicking her feet in the vacuum of space. “It is pretty.”
“I should think so,” he grumbles. “Take a girl halfway across the universe and a million years back in time and all she can do is criticise my phone.”
“I’m just saying, I thought the Time Lords would’ve invented better phones! It’s rotary, Barry, it’s from the sixties!”
“It’s retro,” he insists. “It fits the police box aesthetic. Did you miss where it says PUBLIC CALL on the top?”
“Did you miss where it says PULL TO OPEN?”
“Shut up.”
“Why is it a police box, though?” She asks. “That seems… very sixties. You’d be right at home with my gran.”
“Chameleon circuit got stuck,” he says. “She’s designed to change her outside to blend in. I could fix it but, honestly, I like the blue. Plus, uh, it used to be real hard to find the door on a rock or a tree or - if there was nothing else around sometimes she’d materialise as a blade of grass, or whatever, and then I couldn’t even get out. I’m not sure if she was messing with me, or if she was designed to do that, or - it’s just easier this way.”
“It’s nice, actually,” she says. “Comforting, somehow. It feels sturdy. I can’t imagine it as a rock or a tree.”
He pats the floor next to him, and the engines go dwummmm. “She used to be different inside, too. All white and sterile. She had these big roundels - it was really weird. I don’t know who designed the UI, but it wasn’t good. As soon as I figured out how to redecorate I got on it.”
“You designed the coral?” Lup hadn’t really questioned the organic-looking arches and pillars. They’d been low on her list of priorities when she’d found herself in a time machine, and then the question had just fallen by the wayside.
“Well, I mean, I gave her a brief. I wanted it to feel more comfy, you know? This is my home, not a science lab. Well, it’s a lab, a little bit, but it’s - you know what I mean.”
“Wait, wait, gave her a brief?” Lup looks back in at the console, with its mess of wires and mismatched switches and knobs. She’d assumed that was the result of a few decades of Barry conducting haphazard repairs, but now he mentions it, they do look a little like some kind of sophisticated nervous system. “How sentient is this ship, exactly?”
Barry pulls a face, hesitates, and shrugs. “I dunno.”
“What!”
“Well, like, I told you that she’s soulbound, so she’s intelligent to some extent. I have a degree of control over the interior, and - I always kind of feel like she is. Like, I can do everything right on the console, and I’ll find myself halfway across the universe from where I asked her to go.”
“That’s a broken satnav, Barry, not sentience.”
“But it’s always where I need to go,” he elaborates. “Like, there’ll be someone who needs help, or a distress call, or something neat to go and see. Like this! This supernova. I’ve never been here before, and I basically just told the TARDIS that I wanted to show you something ro - something cool.”
He blushes at his slip, but Lup’s wrapped up in her thoughts.
“So, what, you just said “make me something comfy” and she made big coral pillars?”
“It’s a little more elaborate than that, but yeah, pretty much. I don’t know either, really. She’s… eccentric.”
“And the car seats?”
Barry shrugs again. “No idea. I needed somewhere to sit, that’s what I got.”
Lup hums, unhappily. “Can she see us? Feel us? I don’t like the idea that we’re walking around inside a sentient being.”
“I don’t think she minds. She can lock you out, if she likes. One regeneration I got a haircut she didn’t like and she wouldn’t let me in til it grew out. I was trapped on Gorvon Six for months.” The engine makes another dwummm noise, and Barry scowls. “It’s not funny!”
Lup can’t help but laugh at the expression on his face. “The more I learn the more I realise who’s in charge here.”
“I’m in charge!” He protests. “I’m a Time Lord! You know they used to grow TARDISes like bonsai? In little pots?”
“Oh, you’re getting pushed around by a bonsai?”
“I’m gonna go find Taako,” Barry grumbles. “Maybe he’ll be polite and respectful.”
Lup gives him a look.
“Okay, yeah, fine,” he concedes.
She laughs again and turns back to the star, gleaming brilliantly before them. The light plays across her face, reddy-orange, making her hair seem to glow and her eyes seem to sparkle.
Barry’s seen beauty in the universe. He’s seen nebulae, the births of stars, watched the sunrise on Heloyus, which orbits in a complex path between thirty different suns and, once every ten thousand years, sees a simultaneous thirty-sun sunrise. And yet, somehow, watching Lup…
“Want to grab pizza?” He offers.
“Shit, yes,” she grins. “Alien pizza?”
“Future pizza,” he counteroffers, jumping up from the floor of the TARDIS. “November 18th, 2045. The restaurant opened that day and burned down the next, but it’s the best pizza I’ve ever had. I pretty much singlehandedly earned them their money back, cos I keep parking the TARDIS in different places and ordering takeaway. You should see the look on the delivery guy’s face every time he sees me and my enormous blue box in a different area of London, all on one night.” He holds a hand out to help her up, and she takes it gladly.
“How do you order takeaway! You don’t have an address!”
“I just tell them the street,” he says. “It’s not like there’s a lot of blue boxes lying around.”
She considers that for a second. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair, I guess. What’s your order? Hawaiian?”
He narrows his eyes, hands frozen above the console. “How did you know that?”
“Shot in the dark. You seem like you’d go nuts for pineapple on pizza, is all.”
“What does that mean?”
“Alien tastebuds,” she says with a shrug. “I’ll grab Taako.”
“So rude,” he murmurs, and flips a switch on the console, setting the rotors whirring once again as Lup skips out of the room.
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angie-starz · 11 months
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Doodles based on Gorgon!Kuruno AU by @number1villainstan
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