#I always have to do hatless

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VeryHappy Holidays, @xinambercladx! I wanted to do colors but my BW sketch grew on me in the end, I hope you don't mind. Yes, he's on Earth. And yes, he's trying cheese! Bon appétit! 🎄❄️🧀💙

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[ageingfangirl2]

You Look Different! Shanks (OPLA)

You return to help your family, taking a break from your captain and crew. Shanks shows up after the situation with Luffy and you let him have it. Shanks x Reader (F)

It had been four months since you'd seen your captain and crew. You'd gotten word from your hometown that they needed help, and since The Red Force was sailing around without anything to do Shanks allowed you to have some time off. He'd contacted you around a month ago saying they were close to getting a devil fruit so it would be about a month before they could pick you up. You'd learnt over the years not to question your captain, he might seem a little stupid at times but he always had a plan.

Your island needed your help getting rid of some bandits who'd set up camp on the edge of the village and were terrorising the locals. You'd dispatched them pretty quickly using your swordsmanship and agility, you didn't get to be on a pirate crew without having something useful to offer. It wasn't the career path your parents wanted, instead, they wanted you to stay on the island and take over the family farm. But you saw respect in their eyes when the whole island wanted to celebrate your victory against the bandits.

Today was another day tending to the vegetables, a lot of crops were ready to be harvested so you had a lot of work to do and not much time to laze around. Your parent's farm was far from the dock, so you had no clue what or who was about to happen to you.

You were dealing with some awkward carrots that didn't want to be pulled up, so you grip the tops and yank them out of the soil with force when a shadow looms over you from behind blocking the sun.

'I keep telling you to be gentle, don't be so forceful, take it nice and slow, you'll both get a lot more pleasure out of it,' Shanks's familiar jokey voice says.

'Captain,' you gasp, and turn around in genuine shock, having lost track of the days since that letter.

Shanks smirks, 'I knew you missed me the most.'

You remove the gloves you were wearing and stand up, brushing dirt off your knees, checking your captain out head to toe, 'You look...different...new haircut?'

Shanks frowns and pulls back his cape revealing his shirt tied up next to a stump, 'I lost an arm.'

You nod and hum, 'I know. The hair thing was a farce. I just didn't want to be rude, what the hell happened to you?'

Shanks tells you about a boy called Luffy, a devil fruit he no longer had in his possession, a fight, which resulted in him losing his arm to save Luffy. You run your fingers through your hair as you approach him.

'YOU IDIOT!' you shout, and punch him in the one arm he still had, 'I KNOW YOU SEE THINGS WE DON'T BUT THAT WAS REAL STUPID. DID THIS SEA MONSTER EAT YOUR HAT?'

You weren't mad at him, he had the right to do whatever he wanted, and if you were in his position you wouldn't let a child die, but sometimes you needed to vent at his actions. His sad face showed that you weren't the only one to shout at him, most likely Benn had some choice words as well.

Shanks touches his hair, 'I gave Luffy my hat and told him to give it back to me when he becomes a great pirate.'

You slap his hand away and tangle your fingers in his messy and knotted red locks, 'now you're hatless, you might want to consider a new hairstyle or at least take care of it a bit more,' you tut, sounding more like a mother than a crew member.

He pouts, 'So the hair thing wasn't a farce. Is my hair really that bad?'

You remove your fingers and nod, 'It is captain unless you want to use it as a distraction from the whole missing an arm situation.'

Next thing you know he pulls you into a hug, his one arm wrapped around your waist. It would take some getting used to, but as long as you were around to keep an eye on him hopefully he kept the rest of his limps. You hug him back, happy to be reunited even if there is some tension, at least now you could mock his hair hygiene to distract him.

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[kiwikipedia]

Now I’m Not Saying That I Should Be Allowed To Design Servants For Fate, But....

Summer Unit, Caster Chiron has Arrived! As the immortal Caretaker and Teacher of Mount Pelion, there’s little doubt that he knows all the tips and tricks to survive a coastal month in the sun. What’s that? The Constellation is wrong? Sagittarius? Don’t be silly, Chiron’s always embodied the Constellation Centaurus. Always.

Costume Dress(es), Individual Stills for the new Sprites (Asc 3), Notes, and Taglist below the cut :)

That "Always" bit is meant to be somewhat ominous which hints at the whole "rewriting and creating heroes" idea in my last post about this Eternal Summer Stage event.

And if i am to be 100% honest, I don't quite like the final result still in terms of the toga, however, I know that if I keep working on it it will never get done and that's just the way that artists are lol. The effects and everything else though? Beyond what I was even expecting for it to turn out as.

Anywho.

In terms of design, I was mostly just going for the "Dad who has the Cooler" with a casual look for the first two designs and the costume dress really isn't a drastic change either just being called Hatless. The final ascension was a more divine feel where you get that connection with the stars and space that Chiron has due to his constellations. The Costume change there is just "Divine Blessing". I honestly couldn't pick between the two colors so. Costume Dress.

So. Anyways. Each of the stars in the final ascension design are the major "Centauri" stars within Centaurus, the Constellation that Chiron/his NP is embodying here rather than Sagittarius.

The large star that Chiron has in hand is Theta Centauri, also called Menkent, and then the ones on the staff are Alpha-Gamma Centauri.

The top three stars are Alpha Centauri or Rigil Kentaurus and Toliman, and Proxima Centauri. The three make up the full Alpha Centauri as the two blue stars are a binary system that Proxima orbits

The middle two are Beta Centauri or Hadar and Agena, another binary star pair

The lower two are Gamma Centauri which is another binary star group but are unnamed

Actually, the myth of Centaurus is a little wonky because certain texts refer to Centaurus as the Father of all Centaurs and the constellation is because he put an image of himself in the sky where others point to it being the other constellation that Zeus turned Chiron into instead of Sagittarius. Honestly, I'm more inclined to the latter due to conflicting texts about mount Pelion and the Centaurs themselves as it's implied that Chiron was already on Pelion before the other Centaurs arrived in some texts

("The Kentauroi were spawned by the cloud-nymph Nephele after she was violated by the impious Lapith king Ixion. She deposited her double-formed brood on Mount Pelion where they were nursed by the daughters of the immortal kentauros Kheiron (Chiron).")

So at least in this/my version of Myth/Fate, Centaurus is Chiron as a Caster and Healer but no less a teacher, rather than the more combat-ready and "war-like" Sagittarius.

I don't have everything mapped out, but I do have skills and NP sorta created, if I actually ever get to the full thing, who is to say lmao.

1st Skill: Seaside Planning

Buffs Healing Skill (self), Attack up (all units)

2nd Skill: Teacher's Guiding Hand

Target Focus (1 turn), Invincibility (1 turn), Defense up for all units, Battlefield change to Forest

3rd Skill: Blessing of Artemis / Blessing of Apollo (costume change)

Applies "Blessings of the Moon" or “Blessings of the Sun” to all units ( Defense Up, Heal Per Turn, NP gain Up, Crit Up)

Noble Phantasm: Hunt of Lupus: Protector of Mount Pelion | Quick

Rank: A NP Type: Anti-Personnel Range: 5-99 Maximum Targets: 1

A single target Noble Phantasm much like Antares Snipe, however, while Sagittarius uses a bow, Centaurus uses his staff to sweep through and pierce the body of Lupus. This is the story of Chiron. However, here, his job is not finished. The slaying of "Lupis" ends, and thus the Teacher and protector of Pelion returns to those he protects and tends to them.

At its base, one could call it the Single Target version of Geronimo's Tsago Degi Naleya in which it deals damage and heals the party after.

"Entrust to me the stars and my Guiding hand shall lead you, o watchmen of the night. I encircle myself twice with the seven heavenly bodies so that I may continue my role among the stars. You who has woken me, fall. Hunt of Lupus."

Truth be told, still workshopping the Noble Phantasm, but it's fine, it's out there as a concept. It's a lot like Antares Snipe though, I guess? Because I did want to lean into the Greek and Constellation side of things and just. Oh well. Originally, though, I was going to make Chiron and Chariclo one Servant, and then have their Noble Phantasm be Chariclo's ("Lifeblood of Mount Pelion") but then split them up because idk I enjoy hell. They're both casters though, because I refuse to put more Rulers into the already bloated Ruler cast.

I do not have voice lines at the moment despite the fact that I have all of Chariclo and all of Agravain's finished lol

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Yoyo, so one of my personal favorite headcanons is that Eric will constantly steal Kyle's hat because he likes to see his fluffy hair, and of course this makes Kyle mad since he's super insecure about his jewfro.

Eric even goes so far as to hide his hat and/or keep it at his house over night so that Kyle has to come to school hatless and Eric has never felt more in love.

(Bonus double hc for this is that when they do date Eric convinces Kyle to rarely wear the hat and Eric always plays around with and touches his curls every moment he can) >:3

FINALLY answering this one! Actually this hc is the one i wanted to answer the most!!!!! (ONE OF MY FAV HCS ACTUALLY)

Didn't have time but i wanted to make a cool comic with this one, but i end up only with two pages. (prb will continue this idea idk when, i like the thing when cartman hides the hat)

Anyways yeah hes obsessed a little.... Kyle is oblivious to erics true motives...

Next part

#south park #kyman #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #my art #Q&a #Questions #They have no context of cartmans doings #They think hes fucking insane fr #Kyle is just pissed off tho #kyman lost hat

[zvmz]

A few Maddie Hatter HCs <3

she wears a different hat to school EVERY DAY

one time the school had a crazy hat day and that was the only time maddie showed up hatless because "not wearing a hat sounds crazy enough to me"

theres a storage room in the tea shop thats literally filled to the brim JUST with hats

madeline hatter only gets sad on three occasions

when shes missing wonderland

when one of her friends is sad

and when a customer doesnt like the tea she served them

ONCE a customer yelled at her and she was just on the brink of tears all day looking like a kicked puppy

imagine this its the first time maddie came into ravens room

she sees ravens guitar and yells "hey i have one too!"

and pulls a banjo out of her hat

and raven is like this girl is insane im going to make a found family outta this

she frequently handstand walks to class

she has a huge pillow fort on her side of the dorm

maddie, lizzie, and kitty have one day a week set aside where they have tea, play croquet and card games in lizzies grove

they only speak riddlish during those times

maddie can do seemingly impossible yo-yo tricks

not even kitty knows how she does it

she always smells like fresh biscuits and jam

her baking skills could rival gingers

her phone is just a flip phone, which has been lost in her hat somewhere since last semester

raven once gifted her a wacky lookin purse, which she doesnt need since everything goes in her hat

she carries the empty purse with her everywhere she goes

almost empty

sometimes her mouse rides in it

uses the weirdest possible exclamations

"cowabunga"

"sublime"

"yee haw"

I’m open to requests so if you have a character you want me to post about, just ask!

#eah #ever after high #madeline hatter #lizzie hearts #raven queen #kitty cheshire #eah headcanons

[thesunshineriptide]

hi hi ! i was wondering if you could do a rook x fem! reader, where the reader is always taking his hat and wearing it. like straight up just grabbing it off his head at the most random moments and walking off wearing it. i like to think rook would be confused by it lol 😂 if it can be fluffy romantic type beat, that would be amazing!! thank you and have a nice day <3

This was fun! I’ve never focused on Rook so much but I’m beginning to like him a lot 👀 hope this suits all your hat-stealing needs

Four times the Ramshackle Prefect stole Rook Hunt’s hat (and one time he got them back)

Rook Hunt/Female!Reader

Tw// camping, French people, rook typical creeping, she/her pronouns used for reader

1 -

It’s a lovely, golden afternoon on campus. The sun is shining in a way that’s both bright and delicate to the skin, there’s a light breeze that livens the air without causing it to become too cold, the birds are singing sweetly, and you and your boyfriend are lazing about in the pollinator gardens outside, soaking up the day.

It had begun, as nearly everything does, as a study date, but after a while of bemoaning an oncoming stress headache, Rook sighed.

“Ma petit bichette, every moment of pain that strikes you is double more for me. The sun is bright and lively, the trees dance and sway, and yet you pout so. What can I do to soothe your sores?”

You let out a wistful sigh, “Studying is no fun when you’re sitting all the way over there. How can I play with your hair when you’re so far away?”

Rook let out a playful laugh, taking off his hat to hold against his chest as he laid with his head in your lap, “Is this better, Ma choute?”

He didn’t miss the momentary smirk you let out before it melted into a sweeter smile, your hand reaching to rake fingers through his hair, “Much better, darling, thank you.”

He watched as something in your body languages shifted, much like a cat about to pounce, and he barely refrained from narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

A second later, his hat was removed from his grasp, and he raised an eyebrow as you placed it on your own head, preening side to side to show off for him.

“Do you think I look okay?”

He laughed softly and reached up to caress your cheek, “Absolutely beautiful, chèrie.” He his lips were twisted into something both soft and playful as he flicked the brim up, “But really, now. I’m worried you may have simply been after my accessory and not my love. Surely this isn’t true, is it?”

When all you did was smirk and lean down to press a kiss to his lips, he knew at once that he was half right.

2 -

It had been three days since that incident in the garden when he heard familiar footsteps approaching form behind.

“Ah! Ma sucre d’orge, how fairs my fairest?” He smiled as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, and turned around in your grasp to see your face. “Mademoiselle Trickster, the stars dance in your eyes. Are you up to mischief?” He watched as your hand slowly made its way up to his head, and felt the weight of his hat being lifted. He tilted his head in interest, a tiny smirk playing on his lips, “ah, my hat again? Do you like it so much?”

He couldn’t stop himself from the smile that he was trying to fight back when you sheepishly smiled and said, “I just think it’s neat.” Before you plopped his hat directly back onto your own head.

He hummed and leaned down to peck your cheek, “If you desire it so much, I suppose I can part with it for now. Be sure to care for it well, will you? It’s my favorite headpiece.”

As you nodded eagerly and turned to skip off, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing again. You had ventured all the way to the third year classrooms just to stop him and steal his hat? What a marvelous creature you are indeed.

3 -

He’s beginning to regret saying he could part with his hat.

It’s been two weeks of you sneaking up behind him and stealing his hat, with a kiss and a ‘thanks’ if he’s lucky, and sometimes without a word if he isn’t. Being hatless all the time is making him feel naked. How can he hide his eyes from the sun? How can he keep his hair from being messed up? Why were you doing this to him?

Well, he finally decided to put a stop to it.

It was a Thursday when he left his dorm room with a box in tow, wrapped in delicate, lacy patterned pink wrapping paper and headed his way to the Ramshackle dorm that his lover stayed.

“Ma amor! I’ve come bearing a present for you!” He called into the darkness of the dorm.

When you emerged from upstairs, looking sleepy in your pajamas, rubbing at one eye with the worst case of bed head he’d ever seen, he thought he might swoon. There’s a certain beauty in someone so relaxed, so sweet, so docile, isn’t there?

“Hi baby, wha’s up?” You hummed, walking right up to him to snuggle your way into his arms, “I missed you.”

“I believe you may have been asleep, lovely,” Rook said with fondness and amusement, “I brought you a present.”

You looked up with big eyes, “Ah?! Why, what day is it? Oh shit, Rook, I’m so sorry, I didn’t get you anything-“

He cut you off with a kiss and patted your head, “Non, Ma ange, it’s no holiday today. I simply noticed you like my hat.” He smiled when he saw you perk up, staring intently at him. “So I brought you this.”

He watched as you carefully undid the paper, eyes flicking up to him every few seconds nervously. He walked to stand behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you opened the box to reveal…

A hat!

He listened to your heart beat flutter as you looked over it. It looked remarkably similar to his signature hat, but the colors were different. It was a cool grey-blue with a white ribbon, rather than his usual tan and black one, and it had a white plume that matched his own, but on the opposite side of his, and angled lower so as not to stick up.

He watched as your eyes looked between him and the hat, a mix of emotions evident on your face, before you put it on and smiled at him, “Thank you, Rook. This is really sweet, I love it.”

4 -

It seems as though this gift did not stop the prefect from stealing her boyfriend’s hat, however. It wasn’t as often - he saw them wear her matching hat to class a lot - but sometimes they would still do it; Either having forgotten their hat at their dorm and stealing his, or simply taking his hat and stacking it on top of their hat.

He thought it amusing and cute at first, but was readily growing less enchanted with it, often taking his hat back from them before they could run off with it and watching them pout in retaliation.

It seemed this only made them more determined, and he had to swat away their hands more often throughout the day.

“Trickster, is there a reason you want to steal my hat? You have a matching one of your own, non? Do you not like it?”

His lovers hands halted and their mischievous grin slipped from their face as they lowered their arms back to their sides, “Is it…annoying you?”

Rook hummed a moment before speaking carefully, “This game is becoming somewhat tiresome for myself, but it seems as though you could not get enough. Why do you enjoy it so?”

He watched as you shifted side to side and to play with your fingers, “I like having a reminder of you during the day when we’re in separate classes. Your hat smells like you…”

He looked shocked for a moment before giving a doe-eyed smile to them. How sweet is that? How lucky to have someone who admires him as much as he admires them.

“Ma chèrie, there is truly no other like you. Come by my dorm later, I will aid your quest, but I ask you not steal my hat any longer. I have a look to maintain, you know.”

Counterattack -

Rook hummed as he wandered around Ramshackle dorm. His lover had been asked to be the scorekeeper for Vargas’s camping trip, and he was left behind, all alone!

He understood, now, why you had kept stealing his hat. It had already been three days and it felt tortuous without you.

He was on a mission, though. He sifted carefully through the coat rack in the foyer, eyes pealed for- yes, there it is!

Your grey-blue hat with the white band and matching plume. He smiled to himself as he took off his own tan hat, placing it where yours had once been. He placed your hat on his head, sighing softly. It has simply been awful with you gone.

He jumped as he heard approaching footsteps and the jingling of keys, turning to look at the door. He didn’t need any magic spells to know you were on the other side.

When you opened the door, looking exhausted and hungry, only to find your boyfriends standing there in YOUR hat, a hysterical laugh bubbled over your lips.

Grim wandered in behind you, grumbling about tuna or classes or something, who cares, and promptly began screeching upon seeing Rook just…standing there.

“Ah, Ma bichette, you’ve returned! Welcome home. You have a…pale beauty about you. Shall I make you something to eat? Perhaps some soup for the soul?”

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst mc #twisted wonderland headcanons #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x you #rook hunt x mc #twst #twst rook #twst oneshot

[cosmicbash]

I saw this too late :’( but aren’t Em’s boobs in those pics just MWAH? Cant you imagine a very enthusiastic Kelly trying to convince Marshall to get a nipple piercing and mister grumpy grandpa Mathers just getting absolutely appalled and horrified by that request. Then maybe Colson finds him looking up online sex shops for nipple clamps.

(((I just found this sitting unposted in my drafts????? and its good?? so why didnt i ever hit post??))

Em's boobs just looked so squeezable 😩😩

I envy that guy who copped a feel after Em teased him over their neverending handshake.

If only that could be ME

Also you are NEVER TOO LATE to say ANYTHING about Ems tits in an ask. That IMMEDIATELY revives my artistic spirit. I need those tits like water bby and I know kells would too.

Also nipple piercing em is 😏🥴🥴

So. Ahem

TittyTitTittyTitTittyTitTransitionTit

They've been laying in Colson's bed bickering over it for at least a half hour. Their once content not!snuggling and casual body exploration falling apart completely in favor of an argument.

"Come on, just one little hoop-"

"Ha!"

"It doesn't even hurt that bad I swear babe-"

Marshall's next snort sounds almost gutteral with how hard he holds back another mocking fit of laughter. "Doesn't even hurt- yeah, cuz a literal needle jabbing through one of the most sensitive spots on my body to rip flesh out and make a hole is like playing patty cake-"

"Oh come on, when you word it all fucking extra like that of course it'll sound bad- look-" Colson knew feeling offended was a little stupid but he has never let being stupid stop him before. "If anyone between the two of us has a more accurate pain scale for piercings do you really think its the one that has a single set of pierced ears? Hm? Or maybe the dude with like a dozen-"

This time Marshall did laugh openly at him, tone shifting over to a properly annoyed one.

"Really? Your pain scale is super fucking skewed Colson! How many times this year did you smash literal bottles and shit over your head? Divebomb off a stage to bust your ribs? Sleep through nasty tattoo spots? Don't you dare try and act like I'm being a pussy over nothing."

It's out of Colson's mouth before he can stop himself. His childish selfish wants completely winning out in a "Pftt, well you totally are."

Regret wells up just as fast in him as the anger does in Marshall's eyes. His semi comfortable spot sat over the other man's lap rapidly upseated in a flurry of fast movement. "Fuck you."

"Fuck. Em, come on-" Colson knows when he's stuffed his foot in his mouth and this is definitely one of the worser times. He should have been more mindful of the tension already present, or of his partners ever denied sensitivity to such subject. But the match is lit under Marshall's fire now.

"Some of us don't have a pile of pills or gallons of alcohol to hide behind everytime we go out and fuck our body up some more you know-"

And there it is. The always accurate defensive jab off Marshall's sharp tongue.

It hurts more this time than Colson expects it to. Maybe because he knows he deserves it for pressing and trying to guilt trip the other rapper. And maybe because he knows by now he really should be getting his shit together so the other man doesn't have such an easy diss to throw his way.

To their credit though, he can see a flash of regret pass over Marshall's face too as soon as it comes out.

Not that it stops the brunette from getting dressed any further, or slows his obvious escape.

"I'm--" sorry. Colson can almost hear it. See the word curl and shape on Marshall's lips, but the anxiety further up in blue eyes prevents it. They both know it wont allow it to come out. So another exasperated noise does instead, hands flying up to rake through the rare hatless head before Marshall is moving again. Sweats yanked up and feet thankfully left bare.

"It's my fucking nipple you asshole."

And then he's gone. Out of Colson's room without another outburst. Off to lick his wounds or more so, allow Colson to lick his own.

A few months ago the blonde would have chased after, continued the shouting until it teetered on that scary ledge of physical, their fingers grabbing too tight at eachothers skin, fists shaking, anything to keep Marshall from leaving.

But now? He's learned enough to take note of the shoes in the corner of his room, the discarded kangol, wallet and keys neatly tucked away in the spare nightstand, and so many other little anchors locking Marshall down around the room. It's just space. Space needed to run and cool off somewhere else in the house, prevent a bigger fight. A smart skill Colson should really use more himself.

So he rolls himself over into the warm emptied spot on the bed and waits. Ego wounded and heart a little sore by his own fault.

It only takes an hour for Marshall to come back and even less time than that for Colson to file his horny nipple ring tugging dreams far far away in his mind. An argument decidely NOT for another day or at all if he knows whats best for them.

Keeping Marshall back curled in his bed is obviously whats best. It keeps that gnawing need to drink his sorrows away, and makes the world's edges feel less sharp.

He wants to apologize as soon as he hears the click of the bedroom door, but he manages to bite it back until sock padded feet are thumping softly across his carpet beneath the bed. A rough sounding "Sorry-" leaving his tongue before he even sees Marshall walk into his line of vision. It's the one thing he has on the other man, his ability to actually say the word first, without painful prodding. And he's not going to let go of it no matter how petty he wants to be.

"Don't." The older man is sighing, but in a soft way. It drags his eyes away from the wall finally. The relief he feels just seeing Marshall back standing there in his room quickly replaced by a blip of confusion.

He's got stuff clutched to his chest, a bottle of peroxide, wipes, some plastic packaging. And up further Colson can see how embarrassment is burning his cheeks pink above his dark beard. His expression twisted into one of discomfort.

"Well?"

"Well?" Colson feels even more confused. Marshall is acting like the little bottle in his hand might as well be a bouquet of apology roses and he can't for the life of him figure out why.

"You gonna fucking pierce me or not?" He's chewing the insides of his cheeks. Usually Colson finds this cute but his ears are still ringing from the question. Excitement racing through his veins like gasoline lit by a match.

It's not surprise he practically jumps off the bed. "For real?? For real, for real??" He has to be dreaming, he must've slipped right off into a depression nap at some point while Marshall was gone because there's no way the other man can be serious.

But he is. Hands discarding the clutter of alcohol wipes, peroxide, and clean packaged piercers needles on the bed like it's nothing. "If you're telling me you sat here running your mouth and can't put your money to it now then I'm seriously gonna smack you this time-" Marshall's huffing at him, hands a little shakey while he wrestles off his shirt. "I had to bullshit to your bassist that you were having a manic episode and wanted a new piercing to get all this shit so, don't think you're getting off scott free either. I'm not having those dudes speculate where I let you pierce me if they see you come down without a new one-"

"Oh my god-" Colson still can't grasp reality. He's never won an argument this hard against Em before. Usually his crazy ideas are just whacked back down with a bat. He almost feels like he should cry.

Marshall looks like he wants to as well, but for a different reason. His anxiety visible in the twitchy movements of his hands and the squint of his face. "Please don't tell me you toked your brains out while I was gone-"

"No!" That jerks Colson back to full functionality. His hands moving to grab at the items and heart racing like a horse in his chest. "I-- I just needed a minute to- fuck- to fuckin process that-- you're serious? You're really serious about doing this?"

"Getting less by the second."

God he wants to kiss him. And shit, he does, hand coming up to drag the older rapper down by his neck and seal their mouths together in a firm smooch. Grin breaking their lips apart when he just can't hold back his giggles anymore. "Holy shit, I'm so fucking excited-"

"Shut up." He can feel just how hard Marshall's own heart is galloping when he lets his hand drag down the man's chest after they part. Palm pausing over the hard punch against skin like a magnet. He's certain that's not excitement, which makes it even hotter.

The dudes terrified but still willing to go through with this to please him.

He's gonna suck his dick so hard after they're done. Hell, he'll shove him down on the bed and ride him until sunset. This is a bazillion times better than apology roses.

"You do, uh, know what you're doing right?"

Colson does NOT. But he grins and nods his head anyway. He knows how to give someone a piercing yeah, he's done tons of his own and other peoples. Through the nipple though? That's gonna be a first, but his other hand is already tapping away super fast and discreetly on his phone while he pushes Marshall down to sit in his emptied space on the bed. "I got you baby-" He's gonna wikihow his way through this before anyone changes their mind.

#bahahahahah #and then he jabs Em and Em full on slaps him in the face because it hurts so bad #emgk #asks #i love asks

[marzipanandminutiae]

Mind you I've never read LW but i kinda enjoyed the 2019 movie, why did you hate it? (Maybe i just wanna put Timothee Ch on a leash) feel free to go off 🌷

So, the costumes sucked from a historical perspective. Which would be less Objectively Bad and more Just Not My Thing...if the designers hadn't gone ON AND ON AT LENGTH about how ~Authentic~ they tried to make everything.

Didn't claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy: meh, whatever

DID claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy, AND won an Oscar for it: urge to kill rising

the hair design was particularly egregious, with the designer at one point saying they chose [checks notes] insane flyaways and half-up hair on adult women (who would have worn their hair entirely pinned up, for practical reasons and as a cultural marker of adulthood) because that seemed "more authentic than coiffures"

MORE AUTHENTIC

THAN THE WAY ACTUAL WOMEN BACK THEN

WORE THEIR ACTUAL HAIR

AS DEMONSTRATED IN PHOTOGRAPHS- EVEN CANDIDS -AND PORTRAITS

"blee bloo they didn't have hairspray!!!" THEY HAD POMADE. HAVING YOUR HAIR VERY SMOOTH WAS THE STYLE IN THE 1860S, EVEN FOR POOR WOMEN, AND MASSIVE FLYAWAYS ARE HUGELY IMPRACTICAL, AND NOT ALL FIXATIVES ARE HAIRSPRAY YOU ABSOLUTE-

[Marzi.exe has encountered a problem. please hold]

apart from the hair, there were fit issues and at least one case of Trying To Copy the 1994 Movie, But Worse (Amy's black and white dress in Paris).

1994. the pattern is soutache, a kind of applied trim done with flat cord that was very popular throughout the mid-late 19th century

2019. You cannot tell me the choice to have her in a white dress with black floral patterning, in effectively the exact same scene, was a coincidence.

also I'm pretty sure there was one shot with an actress visibly wearing Uggs. (EDIT- thankfully I am informed that this is a set photo and the Uggs were not visible in the finished film. i had forgotten this. good to know! leaving the pic there because STUPID HAIR and HATLESSNESS)

also the Pretty Pastel Princess Dresses (with overly fluffy attempts at bertha collars) and Matching Long Gloves (wrist gloves were popular for evening back then, and they were almost always white) in the Concord ball scene.

is it a Civil War-era ball, or is it a parade of "southern belles" at Cypress Gardens in 1995? leaning towards the latter.

once again, the choice to put Meg in pink for the ball instead of her book-described blue dress is something 1994 did first, and did better IMO

also Meg's 2015 Coachella wedding look, the fact that none of these girls from a poor family seemed to wear each other's old clothes ever, and the lazy choice to dress Jo in half-menswear instead of actually looking into menswear-inspired women's clothing in the era (which was a Thing!). but more than just the costumes pissed me off

they just...didn't seem to understand the era, or want to, or care? it was a bunch of little things that served to make it all more #relatable to modern audiences but ultimately undermined the setting:

Marmee telling a random young man she's never properly met to call her Marmee, because "everyone does." her DAUGHTERS call her that. her ACTUAL CHILDREN. who the hell else would? it's not a derivative of her name; it's a variant of Mama. Laurie can graduate to Marmee when he's an actual family friend

Jo wearing some of Laurie's clothing because "she stole it when they were hanging out in his room," according to an interview. um, NO NO AND NO, they are teenagers and that would distinctly not fly on several levels even in her progressive family. I might actually buy this if it were like "he gave them some clothes for an amateur theatrical and she kept them;" the actual Alcott sisters had a costume trunk for their plays, which is still on display at their house. but these writers clearly think a teenage boy and girl could be in his bedroom together unsupervised, for long periods of time, habitually, in 1860-whatever. which is absolutely incorrect

Jo saying "okay" in refusing Laurie's proposal. this is so tiny, I know, but while that term did already exist, it was a joke phrase only. this would be like saying "lol" while turning down your best friend's proposal today. once again, it's an example of Relatability mattering more than actually understanding the world these characters lived in

there are more, but I've blocked them out. I just really, really hated it on many levels

#ask #anon #lw19 #long post #rant

[32bitterra]

Hiya <3!

I’d totally love to hear some of your head canons about your fave campers if you wanna gush about something! <3!

Hellooooo 👋 Thank you for giving me an opportunity to talk about the campers. They are very precious to me. 🤍

Usually my mind goes blank when I am asked about headcanons, but I will think very hard about it for you. Some of these may be more of "interpretations" rather than "headcanons." I will try my best to keep it digestible. (Initially, I also wrote "short" but ha..hahaha NOPE. I'll place it under a cut.)

I'll start with Misha since he is my top fav. Let's see …

He's a bit rough, but his heart is in the right place. He is NOT heartless or emotionless. He has a sense of humor, but when it is time to be serious, he does NOT play around.

I do believe with my whole heart he is incredibly strong. His little stick arms appear deceptively weak - you'd be surprised.

and if he is to be believed, his telekinesis is so strong it can cause eyes to pop out. I believe he could break bones with it if the situation were dire (or if Maloof told him to do it…)

Lord only knows what the "Telekilliminiator" entails (misha voice) you do not want to see this move I am warning you.

Let's move away from violence for a moment. He is not outwardly affectionate, but he is not uncaring. He shows it in his own way.

and so, I imagine hugging him has all the warmth of hugging a plank of wood.

But he tolerates Maloof becoming clingy when afraid and cuddly when sleepy.

He is definitely an older brother. He has the protective older sibling instincts, I can tell. I bet he has many younger siblings.

I think he play fights with them often. Roughhousing is how he shows affection.

Maloof and Misha are like brothers in my eyes. Of course they are boss and bodyguard, but I think it's nice how there are some moments when Misha is playing with him or trying to teach him to get stronger.

He does not yell or hit. This is very important. (Every day, I am torn up inside because I drew him hitting Nils a while back … MISHA WOULD NEVER EVER DO THATTTT. I am so sorry for drawing him horrendously out of character.)

He respects the bears. He does not wrestle to hurt them (loosely quoting Campster, not verbatim.)

I am 50/50 on whether he would know Zoolepathy or not. It would be limited to bears. Even if he doesn't know it, they still understand each other in their own way.

He is very brave. He would never turn back from a fight.

And I think when it was his turn to encounter the 'hairless bear' he (tried to) wrestle it, but we know how well that went… It must have been frightening for Maloof to see Misha be defeated.

Is a gamer? There is a picture of Zangief on his Campster page …

Nature gives him peace (me too.)

I like the mystery of what is hidden beneath his hat. Not even I have an idea of what it looks like under there … ALTHOUGH, I have drawn him hatless (with hair showing! THE HORROR) but it was so cursed I deleted it. The world cannot handle hatless Misha.

As for anything regarding shipping, I do not ship him with anyone.

If you want to get his attention, mention anything pertaining to wrestling and/or bears. He'll perk right up like ? :)

I think that's all for my boy Misha. Let's move on to Clem and Crystal, my unstable babies. They are my second favorites, and I like them both equally. Given the nature of these characters, some of these may be upsetting. I will phrase my thoughts as respectfully as I am able to.

Let's start with Clem:

I'll begin with something light. I have given all the campers birthdays based on their zodiacs. I stuck the dates in a random generator and that is how it was decided. Anyway, Clem's is November 10.

Self-deprecating. It serves to take the punch (hehe) out of any insults, and as a cry for help.

His father is awful to him … always going on and on berating him about this and that.

Yeah? Well his dad's a deadbeat and he's projecting his own shortcomings. I made him up in my head for these purposes and I hate him.

And his mother does little to interfere. She's a dead inside husk of a woman (maybe that's where Clem gets it from…)

His parents are divorced, but they still live together. It's complicated.

And I also imagine he has two older brothers. They, too, are very mean to him. I think they are several years older than him. Not adults, but either nearing it or older teens.

All of this has left poor Clem feeling very jaded to the world, and he's just hit double digits…

He doesn't cry very much about it anymore. In fact, he doesn't feel very much anymore.

Tends to dissociate.

Insomniac.

He's given up, but I don't believe he is beyond recovery. He is so young. It is heartbreaking…

Has moments where his mask slips, but is generally better at concealing his inner turmoil than Crystal.

He doesn't strike me as someone very affectionate, but he lets Crystal hug him, hold his hand, etc. and he comforts her when she is upset.

The times he gets to be with Crystal are times when he feels happy, or at least he gets to have some semblance of inner peace, just for a while.

He really does care for her despite trying to drag her down with him. He wants to keep that "connection." His despair is part of his identity to him. It's kind of difficult for me to explain what I am trying to say. He wants to keep being able to relate to her, but he doesn't realize this hurts her and in turn, hurts him. IT'S COMPLICATED, sometimes our thoughts and emotions are contradictory.

Crystal initially gets him to give up the "project" but he winds up falling back into old habits.

It causes a rough strain on their friendship. He doesn't WANT to hurt her by being this way, but he's been this way for so long he doesn't know anything else. Can things really change for the better?

I like to think he DOES get better very slowly with help. It's slow progress, but progress nonetheless. I am so proud of you, Clem.

I don't ship him with Crystal. Their friendship (as flawed as it may be) is very important to me.

Speaking of Crystal, let's move on to her:

Her (randomly generated) birthday is September 22. In fact, I think she was the first one I assigned a random bday since I wanted more happy things to celebrate in September.

She dots all her i's with a puffy heart (Raz says so. I believe it 100%)

Seems to be very ticklish. If you tickle her with the feather, she has three different laughing lines. All of which are variations of hysterical laughter.

Alright let's get into the depressing parts. Her mother is overly-critical, prone to lashing out, and emotionally volatile. She is also dismissive of Crystal's issues, feelings, e.g. "You are NINE what problems could you POSSIBLY HAVE?"

Crystal does her best to avoid getting on her mother's bad side, but it is often a guessing game if her mother is in a bad mood or not …

Her mother's overly-critical nature has in turn made Crystal very harsh on herself. Making a mistake, no matter how small, can send her into a breakdown.

She is gullible and readily forgiving. This leads to her getting hurt repeatedly.

A bad liar. Her heart is too pure to truly lie. That's why Clem takes control when they have to make excuses. She goes along with whatever he says.

She tries her best to see the good in everyone.

She holds onto a tiny thread of hope in her heart, a tiny shred of naive optimism, but she loses her grip more and more.

She gives up the project (after re-braining)

She worries more and more about Clem…

I think she is affectionate with those she is close to. Poor girl needs a damn hug anyway. That's why I like to draw her hugging Clem.

I do not ship her with Clem. I don't ship her with anyone.

I just want to hug her and Clem as hard as I can. MY BAAAABIIIIEEEEESSSS.

Alright, let's move on to Phoebe and Quentin. For simplicity's sake, let's consider them my third favorites.

Let's start with Phoebe. I don't have a lot to say about her at the moment (still working on it), but I'll put together some thoughts I have:

Her (randomly generated) birthday is October 18.

I imagine lots of kids fear her at school due to her inclination to set things on fire. It's very upsetting for her. She only wants to help others.

Part of me wonders HOW she found out she can't burn Quentin (I know it's a mental block, but how did she know she had that?)

And on that note, I wonder so much about how she and Quentin became friends. I cannot articulate my thoughts on my idea of how it happened at the moment. (I know Quentin says the mental block is one of the reasons they are friends, but it's not the ONLY reason…)

She is protective of Quentin. She is ready to light up anyone who hurts him.

Feels very warm all the time. Probably nice to hug. Lucky for Quentin who hugs a lot.

I do not ship her with Quentin. Their friendship is important to me.

I don't have much to say regarding her therapist aspect, or at least anything I'd be able to properly articulate.

I feel bad I don't have much else to say about her currently.

YOU'RE A FIRESTARTER, TWISTED FIRESTARTER

And all that leaves is … QUENTINNNNNN COME ON, MY SELECTA

My little disc jockey. He makes me so happy. He occupies my thoughts most days. He's in my mind scratching and mixing all day. Let's see ...

(Brisk & Ham - Angel Eyes voice) i'm your dj

Drawing him with an expression besides happiness causes me great anguish. Fortunately, things do not get him down so easily.

I refuse to believe he swears. I know he says "damn" on Campster, but I think that's as far as he'll go. Even then, it still feels very wrong. He is very much a "dang" person.

He mentions that Kitty got him into scarves. The scarf is part of him now.

One of the most popular kids at camp due to his easygoing and likable nature. Maybe that and his charming looks have to do with being so popular with the girls…

But I don’t see him as the type to be interested in actually HAVING a relationship (using “relationship” very loosely because it’s all kiddie crushes) and more enjoys the chase rather than the catch. In other words, I don’t think he’d enjoy being with Kitty as much as he enjoys singing teeth-grinding songs about her.

I don’t think he would have fallen for Kitty if not for her influence. Even he seems a little surprised that he has a crush on her. ("I can't explain it. It's like she has a spell over me.")

Kitty is 100% screwing with him.

He is pacifistic and does not prefer to use the more offensive PSI-powers, but if the situation were very, very dire, he does have PSI-Blast in his arsenal … but it has to be an emergency. The power is not derived from anger, Quentin seldom gets angry, but instead derived from fear/desperation.

I wonder if he has tried to draw/design his own album covers. He should get Raz in on that.

I think he has maybe at least one younger sibling. Maybe a sister or something.

He HAD a dog, but it died last winter. How sad…

He's a good kid. I bet he keeps his room clean. (I've spent a lot of time thinking about what his room might look like. You can tell a lot about someone by their room.)

He has a hard time saying "no." He doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

Good at de-escalating conflict, especially useful when Phoebe is having a flare up.

Since Phoebe cannot ignite him, he is able to get away with teasing her more than anyone else would. It’s a sign of affection. They’re the kind of friends that can tease each other and it has no impact on their friendship.

Is it reaaaaalllllly a mental block that prevents Phoebe from burning him, or is it just the fact he is too chill to be ignited? (This is a joke.)

I know he's not chill all the time. He has moments when he can be a little passive aggressive.

Phoebe's ride or die. I like to think they remain friends long into their adulthood.

But he doesn't pursue a career as a Psychonaut. I think he pursues a music career. Without Phoebe, he becomes a solo act as a touring DJ. Heeyy, what would his DJ name be? DJ Levitator? hehe

Phoebe does pursue the Psychonaut route. They still keep in touch. (Long distance friendship is nothing new to them, after all)

Yes, I firmly believe that he hugs a lot. He says so on his Campster, but he is not clingy. He just likes to hug, and he'll respect your space if you aren't down with it.

I may draw him hugging, putting his arm around, other affectionate gestures, etc. with Phoebe, but I do not ship him with her. I value their friendship very much. (Have I made it obvious I'm not very into shipping? lol)

He doesn't have to say or do anything. His presence is just very peaceful and calming. (Good vibes, y'know)

Likes all kinds of music. Will listen to anything. Knows all sorts of genres. (The hardcore dubstep gregorian chant cotton eye joe whatever definitely influenced this one lol)

Also the type to send you a link to a song with only about 100 views and was uploaded 10 years ago, but it’ll be a damn good song. He is good at finding hidden gems.

He likes to attribute different songs to his friends. He'll make mixtapes for 'em too.

And I have many songs that I attribute to him lol. He is the only character to be graced with two dedicated playlists. Generally, breakbeat hardcore, DnB, jungle, ravebreaks, garage house, and happy hardcore make me think of him. Bonus points if they have lyrics like "take me higherrrr" or "I'll always be here by your side"

(And if you know your genres, most of those have an emphasis on drums. It is very intentional. It's like … the "electronic" sound I associate with DJs and DJing, and the drums tie to his friendship with Phoebe.)

I think that's all I have to say. We've made it to the end. Thank you for your time.

#correspondence #i am not used to talking so much on posts and sharing my thoughts bear with me #im a little shy to talk about my thoughts so directly #i usually try and let it show through my drawings #but i am not gonna turn down the chance to talk about campers lol

[ankmankpank]

Songs Aaron T. would get edited the most to

I was going to post this with the other members too at the same time but my iPad is still very broken(I broke it after making this) so it would be very hard to do and T.’s is the only one done, so here y’all have him🫶

(Ofc the one he’s most edited with is THE Aaron T. edit’s song, Talking Body but I made a post about this too!)

Hasta el Amanecer by Nicky Jam

Usually from 1:40 to 2:00

All bc he likes calling women mami, mama

😍hihihihi

To this audio, it’s usually clips of him in interviews, smiling and paying attention😭🫶

Chantaje by Shakira (feat. Maluma)

From 0:47 to 1:03

Mostly clips from concerts with bright lighting or editing pictures, sometimes his own thirst traps

One clip what always comes back in these edits though is when he brushes a hand thru his hair, the fact that he rarely takes his hat off makes it special when you can see him hatless

Addicted to You by Shakira

From 0:51 to 1:08

THE HIP THRUSTING CLIPS OF HIM IN CONCERTSSS

And if the clips are not from concerts, they are usually the ones with crumbs of him in natural lighting. Natural lighting gets his natural colors out so good

Pony by Ginuwine

ALL parts of the song

And the clips are always from his dance practices or slutty moves on stage

If not 4*town member, he could be a Magic Mike dancer I swear☹️

Love You Like A Love Song by Selena Gomez & The Scene

1:39 to 1:58

He’s just so beautiful with it

On the clips he’s always smiling🫶🫶

Runway Walk by Demrick (feat. Brevi)

From 0:48 to 1:01

Clips from his runways ofc

BUT there was a runway where he had one of those Hawaiian grass skirts on with the coconut bra, they edit that a lot to this song too😇

Cherry Cola by Kuwada

From 0:52 to 1:23

Usually clips of him doing dumb shit or just smiling prettily, he can do anything and he will be beautiful tbh

Do You Wanna Fuck by Byz

From 1:16 to 1:37

Sweaty and mostly shirless clips of him from concerts

I hc that once when he drank himself to animal, nobody could stop drunk Aaron T. to get to a karaoke machine and sing this in public

And that’s a meme in the fandom now, so he’s edited a lot to this song

Super Bass by Nicki Minaj

From 0:53 to 1:16

He’s her biggest fan I swear

The clips are from one of the cooking streams where he sang this exact part of the song

Or just of him having fun anywhere

Jenny from the Block by Jennifer Lopez (feat. Jadakiss & Styles P.)

1:06 to 1:30

HIM DANCING, DOING BACKFLIPS, FRONTFLIPS, ANY TYPA BREAKDANCE MOVE!!

Cold Water by Major Lazer (feat. Justin Bieber & MØ)

From 0:44 to 1:06

Clips from one of their videoclips(it somehow looks like Beauty And A Beat by Justin) or videos they made in the summer, like the ice bucket challenge

These edits focus on his fun personality, different from the ones that are making a point on his hotness

Butterfly by Crazy Town

From 0:46 to 1:04

Uggh ik I already made a post about this song and him but I can’t get over it

These edits have ALL the typa clips of him, just again, this song is so him that everything what’s him can go with it

Whatcha Say by Jason Derulo

Mostly all parts of the song, it’s so him that it hurts

It’s not the only Jason Derulo song they edit him with tho, all of his songs go well w him

These edits are mixed, they get all typa clips w our man T.

I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift

From 1:24 to 1:45

The clips are mostly from the videos they made, like hotel tours or the cooking streams

Boys Boys Boys by Lady Gaga

From 0:15 to 0:31

Mostly his runways edited to this or when he’s not singing on a concert

And pictures cut in of him with all the expensive stuff he has🤭

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

From 3:10 to 3:56 usually

THEY HAVE A VIDEOCLIP WHERE IN HIS SCENES HE’S ON A STREET AT NIGHT WHILE IT’S RAINING

THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE EDITING

Ohmygod I want him☹️

#4town aaron t #turning red 4town #4town headcanons #4town #4 town aaron t #4 town

[windy15]

Here's a Commission I got from @ladybugkisses ! It's me! With my man! Balan from Balan Wonderworld!

Full ramble under the cut 'cause it got LONG, but tl:dr: Worth the wait, Ari nailed it, Balan is bae and taught me a lot and Thank You SO MUCH for making this Ari, love you!<3

I've been wanting to commission Ari for a LONG TIME now, almost as long as I've been following her, in fact! So for... *checks* a little over five years! Gosh, where does the time go? And to be honest, I fully expected to commission a piece with VRISKA and myself! But then Balan did what Balan do and... yeah, it wasn't her time. Maybe next year somewhere around our 10th Anniversary!

Anyway, the reason why Balan's hatless form looks like that is because I gave Ari the power to make her own design as we both agreed the Anime Twink look was... not good. No offence to anyone who likes it, I personally don't mind it, but as a character designer, it was a bit of a letdown. And Ari made her version so distinctly Ari^TM that it brought an extra layer of uniqueness to the piece!

And I love that! I love this piece and I'm sending a digital smooch to her for making this! And if I could get a bit personal and sappy for a moment, the reason Balan is so important to me is because... I used to be REALLY badlly depressed, even s*ic*dal. For 15 FREAKING YEARS of my life, animated fiction was the only thing keeping me afloat, happy(ish) and alive. Balan came to me at a time when I was given the chance and the tools to climb out of that dark hole: I started school again and got the chance to do what I TRULY wanted to do in life, I moved away from home for a while to do so and began to learn more about myself and my family and I FINALLY went to therapy, which gave me the insight to look at things differently and taught me not to be so hard on myself. And while all of that was a major help, it was Balan who flicked the happiness switch ON. Because as the ending song, which makes me cry every time I hear it, says:

"Don't have to be too Positive, don't need to be too Negative! BaLance will bring a happy ending!"

The game taught me that it's okay to be sad, that there's always hope, that we need BOTH Positivity and Negativity in our lives to make it a life worth living. And I'm planning on carrying that lesson, as well as my love for the game and everything in it, within my heart for the rest of my life. So Thank You, Ari, for doing this for me. Keep doing what you do, and Thank You for being you. <3

Side note: the flowers on the bouquet and their meanings are:

Bluestar (recognize and admire strength, determination, endurance) Calla Lily (you're beautiful inside and out) Red Tulips (I love you) Forget-Me-Not (self explanatory)

Thank You again! Now I'll go stare at this for another five hours 'causeAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

#balan wonderworld

[p-receh]

Ooo wait are your thoughts on the two boboiboy movies?

Wah, Nice one!

I've had nostalgic memories when I rewatched movie 1. Particularly because it was the last entry I followed before I went on hiatus. ... 8 years ago I think?

Whereas I watched the second one during my marathon session this year.

Due to 'my messed-up order of watching' this series, I ended up knowing big spoilers about The movie 2 and I forced to give up my 'anti-spoiler' act before I watched it. Kinda of a bummer for the general view, but you know what? It made the scene more fascinating to watch!

"Oh this is Retak'ka? THE Retak'ka?"

"No wonder why Adudu is so into martial arts now."

"So that's how Ice got his bow eh?"

"Oh Fu-Yes! The debut of Fusion Elementals!!!!"

ehem.

From a general technical standpoint, they stepped up their game drastically. Of course, it's for movies after all. They went bold for expanding the areas, improving the graphics, increasing action scenes, and also adding more music as well.

At the same time, they also upgrade Boboiboy and Kokotiam gang's power so it's making it a 'bit' op for the sake of spectacle. It's not that bad in a negative way, I understand that because the enemies themselves were hella strong as shit. (the first one used a black hole and the second one used all-in-one power hunger fest that could also destroy the galaxy. Logically the earth's supposed to be gone by now :/).

I loved what they did to the lighting and hue for both movies. it's like watching smash bros ultimate but in the movies(weird reference I know but hope you get the idea :/)

The details! Holy- IT'S SO PRETTY~~~

ehem.

Both of them were also establishing the expansion power of elementals and what they can do about it. The first one was the fight with all elementals showcased and the second one was the alternative way of fighting by combining two elementals.

Alsoooo both finally managed to properly introduce the one and only .... Boboiboy Hatless! :D

I'd say they had a fair share of hiding it perfectly well. Cleverly teasing the audience to grasp 'Why the hell do they keep hiding his hair with that particular angle?' Because... If I'm not wrong, Boboiboy was one of the characters that falls in the same category with Upin&Ipin: limiting the haircut for animation efficiency during the first production.

So when his hat does let off, It is always an impeccable scene to watch. That trick never fails to amaze me. (like Professor Layton's hat case :3)

Now I wonder how much screen time his hat is off for the movie 3? I'm sure it takes a lot more than the previous one since his 3rd tier is pure hat off(and dyed hair).

If I want to say from my opinion. Movie 1 has its standout over Movie 2 and vice versa. Both have ups & downs yet they are equivalent to each other. For instance: the timing to add their theme song was a bit out of place in movie 1 so the latter fixed that, whereas the Fang and Ying banter in their language was lacking in movie 2 when the former had this iconic scene (sound on recommend) :]

Oh speaking of Music, my god their theme songs are epi~~~c

I remember how hyped I was when one of my fav local band, D'masiv, created a credits song for Movie 1 AND Galaxy season 1. But heck all movie themes in order are wholesome af!!! 'Masih Disini' - 'Dibawah Langit yang Sama' - 'Fire & Water' are in my repeat playlist recently. So overwhelming that I actually cried? The montage during Fire & Water played was not a sad moment but heck I cried because it's soo touching for no reason.

Oh yeah, I forgot it's a family movie so they have rights to not make any deaths scene. I can understand why yet I'm still disappointed.

I cried. HARD when I saw Tok Kasa collapsed. It portrayed emphatically well and worked for new characters that was introduced a bit short.

Then, not long after that, we got this

(I guess they didn't want to do another httyd 2 moment. It's too painful for kids to watch)

So... There's my review. Honestly I don't know what goes on for movie 3. It could be anything after season 2. But if I may guess...

It's between father and son now...

#boboiboy #bbb #Boboiboy movie #Anyway I'm truly sorry kqizo #I got work calls and... Wasting time for making a proper gif #Holy f how does people do this??? #Pls teach me T_T #Btw I still haven't watched Mechamato series #Wait till I finish my vibe with his son first #menjawab anon

[thegreatcaptainusopp]

The Seer

Ao3 Link

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Epilogue: The Pirates Are Coming

They drop Ace off at Sabaody.

Most of their guests disperse the instant they dock. Buggy had, according to Nami, found a crew of his own and stolen another ship back at Marineford. The Baroque Works group leave together except for Bon Clay, who joins Ivankov, excited and starry-eyed.

“We have work to do,” Ivankov had said, deliberately mysterious. “I’ll see you, Straw Hat. I guarantee it.”

Luffy, not opposed to the idea, had nodded with a grin. “Sure! See you around.”

Jinbe had stepped off too, face solemn but reassuring. “Any family of Ace is family of mine,” He’d boomed out, giving Luffy a very sincere handshake that made him flop up and down. “It’s been an honor to fight by your side. I hope to see you again very soon.”

Ace, though. Ace hadn’t left the instant they docked at Sabaody. He hadn’t emerged from the medical bay since they’d brought him on, to Chopper’s worried glances and whispered concern.

Luffy hadn’t been worried, though. Not really.

“He’ll be okay,” He’d repeated, over and over again on their journey to Sabaody. “He’s Ace. He just needs some time.”

And, well, if he needed Luffy to sit with him and talk for hours, he could do that too. And he did.

That’s why Luffy wasn’t surprised when, a few minutes after their last guest had departed, Ace had stepped out the medical bay and onto the deck.

The crew goes silent, stepping back to the side to give him and Luffy some room. Ace has dark circles under his eyes, like he hasn’t slept at all during the journey. His shoulders are slumped, his mouth pulled into a thin line.

His eyes, though, are fiery with promise.

“Hey, Luffy,” He says. “Let me off here, okay? I have work to do too.”

Luffy hops over to him. “You don’t wanna stay with us?” He asks, vaguely hopeful.

Ace flashes a smile like it’s a gift just for him. “Nah,” He says. “I have things I need to do. Just like you do. We’ll meet up again though, okay? I promise. Just…reach out whenever you need me.”

“You too!” Luffy says, putting his hand up behind his hatless head, answering grin on his face. “I can save you too, you know.”

Ace gives a small laugh. “I guess you can,” He says. “You’re all grown up now.”

Luffy’s grin dims slightly. “Hey…what’re you going to do now? Where do you want to go?”

Ace looks out into the island, thoughtful. “I want Whitebeard’s memory to live on,” He says. “I want to keep his family together. I want to find everyone who’s still left, and rebuild. And together, we’ll decide what that means.” He looks back at him. “You know, the offer’s always open. I know you and your crew won’t take it, but it’s still always open.”

“I know,” Luffy says. Like a reflex, he jumps towards Ace, throwing his arms around him. “Promise I’ll see you soon?”

Ace hugs him back just as hard. “Promise,” He says. He gives him a tight squeeze once, twice, before distangling himself and stepping back. “Hey. I have another Vivre card for you. Take it, okay? I’ll feel better if you know how to find me.”

Luffy reaches out and takes the piece of paper. “Yay! Thanks!”

Ace looks up at him with a faint smile and a nod He looks like Luffy’s big brother. But he looks like more than that, too.

“Okay,” He says, stepping back. “I’ll be heading out from here. Rebuilding. I’ll see you around,” Here, he looks to the rest of the crew. “All of you. Continue looking after my brother for me, will you?”

They all chime in with various versions of yes, of course, and Ace’s eyes land on Usopp and stay there.

“Usopp,” He says. Usopp’s head snaps to Ace’s general direction, looking bewildered. “You helped me, huh? You warned Luffy about something? I think I owe you my life.”

Usopp’s hand travels back up to Hat. “No,” He says. “I just…I just spoke, is all. Everyone else did the heavy lifting.”

Ace’s smile crinkles his eyes. “It’s true that I owe you all my life,” He says. “But I mean it. Thank you.”

Usopp worries at Hat’s rim. “Don’t mention it,” He says.

Ace turns back towards the dock. “Alright,” He says. “I’m heading out. See you all on the other side.”

And with a final wave, he’s gone.

-

“Are you sure, Luffy?” Nami asks sourly as they trudge through the island.

“Um,” Luffy says, scratching at his head. “I think so? This was the direction we were going down when we saw old man Raleigh.”

“No it wasn’t,” Zoro mutters.

Everyone ignores him.

“Hey, Chopper,” Usopp grumbles, hanging onto Franky’s wrist. “When can I get these bandages off? They itch.”

“Just for a bit longer,” Chopper pipes up, bouncing around near Robin. “We need to make sure everything’s healed up before we move on to the next stage.”

Usopp tugs onto the bandages. “How much longer?”

“Stop playing with that!” Chopper snaps. “Soon. We can replace them with sunglasses for some extra protection first.”

“Yohohoho!” Brook exclaims. “We should get you something to assist with your walking as well!”

Usopp sighs. “Yeah,” He says. “That’s probably a good idea.”

“Hey,” Luffy says, looking around the clearing they were in. “Does this look right to you? Is this the right direction?”

“Yeah,” Sanji says.

“No!” Zoro snaps.

Luffy laughs. The sun feels really good on his face. “Let’s keep going,” He says. “Maybe we should just yell his name til he shows up.”

“Hey, Luffy?”

Luffy blinks, then turns to see Franky and Usopp right behind him. “Oh! Hi!”

Usopp lets go of Franky and reaches out cautiously to grasp Luffy’s shoulder. “Hey,” He says again, as they keep walking. “We had a deal.”

A smile spreads across Luffy’s face. “Oh, yeah!” he says. “We did!”

“So,” Usopp says, and takes off Hat. “I think I have something that belongs to yo-”

They’re interrupted by some more yohohohoing. “Friends!” Brook says, skipping a few steps before pulling out his violin. “I say this calls for some music!”

“Hey…” Usopp says, nervous. “What’s..”

“BROOK!” Zoro yells.

Brook jumps, interrupting the music. “Wha-”

A hulking figure appears right behind Brook, Luffy’s eyes widen-

And then, Brook vanishes.

It happens so abruptly that Luffy can’t tell what he’s seeing at first. One second he’s there, and the next, gone. The first notes of Bink’s Sake are still floating in the air.

And right behind where Brook had once been stands Bartholomew Kuma, arm extended, face completely blank.

Nami screams.

Luffy barely hears her over the pounding in his ears. “Brook?” He asks. It leaves his mouth in a whisper.

Zoro roars, snapping Luffy out of his stupor.

“What did you do?” Sanji yells.

Kuma reaches into his pocket, and slides something onto his palm. He remains silent.

“Hey! You!”

And there’s Franky, arm extended. “Over here!” He yells. “Fight someone your own size!”

Luffy runs before he knew he was moving “Franky!” He yells, fist extended. “Move!”

Franky shoots his arm rocket out, which barely seems to phase Kuma. “Everyone!” Franky yells. “Get-”

Poof.

And then, he’s gone.

“Franky!” Luffy yells again. Two down. He’s two down in seconds.

“Franky!” Chopper screams. He digs through his bag, face terrified but focused.

“You…” Zoro growls, leaping forward. “You…”

Kuma waves his swords aside like they’re nothing. Zoro, caught off balance, falls.

Luffy shoots forwrd, body undulating as his rage takes over. “Hey!” He yells, fist revving up. “Gum gum…pistol!”

His fist bounces off Kuma’s chest, and Kuma’s hand goes up to push him away. He flies back, hitting a tree and collapsing back to the grass. He hears Kuma’s heavy steps get closer.

He hears someone yell “Luffy!” and there’s Robin, screeching to a stop in front of him. He can only see her back, and her arms are crossed in front of her. “Go!”

“No!” Luffy stumbles back to his feet. Hands sprout on and around Kuma, trying to hold him back. “Wait-”

“Robin-Chan!” Sanji screams, running forward.

Kuma waves a hand and Robin gasps, tripping back. She clutches her arms, face screwed up in pain. “Luffy-”

“No! Robin!” Luffy screams, reaching to her, and then-

Poof.

His arm goes through nothing and he crashes back to the ground.

Three down.

“Robin-Chan!” Sanji screams again, like he’s dying. “No!”

“Stop it!” Luffy yells. “Stop!”

His fist rockets out again but hit nothing. Kuma’s vanished, and Luffy looks around frantically for him.

He hears a monstrous groan and whirls back around, only to see a huge, hulking figure appear above the treeline. Kuma stands below, looking up at it placidly.

He hears Nami, barely a whisper: “…Chopper?”

Luffy sucks in a gasp. “Chopper! Don’t…you don’t have to…don’t!”

Chopper roars, monster figure turning towards the sky. He winds up, descending onto Kuma below, who pulls a hand back.

“Chopper!” Luffy screams, running forward, Zoro right in front of him…

Poof.

Chopper’s huge hulking shadow vanishes.

Four down.

Four. It’s just Luffy and four of his crew left.

Luffy’s fist slams into the ground. “That’s enough!” He shouts, feeling a strange echo behind it. Wind whips around his hair. “Gear second!”

Kuma vanishes again, appearing right in front of him, and then-

A rock bounces off Kuma’s head. Then another. Then another.

Kuma pauses, like he’s confused. Luffy takes advantage, shooting forward, fist out-

Again, he hits nothing, and again, he crashes into the grass.

He looks up just in time to see Usopp, arm out and shaking, hand full of small rocks.

“Stop!” Usopp says, firm but trembling. “Stop!”

Kuma halts in front of him. His arm comes up.

“No!” Zoro yells, running forward. Luffy follows suit, heart pounding.

Sanji gets there first.

“Oi!” Sanji yells, jumping between Kuma and Usopp. “I’m gonna kill you!”

“Sanji!” Luffy screams. “Don’t!”

“Cook!” Zoro yells.

“Sanji-” Usopp reaches out, stones dropping from his palm. But Sanji jumps, leg extended, going right for Kuma’s face…

Poof.

Five down.

“Sanji!” Nami screams, and it echoes everywhere in Luffy’s head.

No more. No more.

“Run!” He screams. “Everyone run! Get out of here!”

Kuma’s still in front of Usopp. He takes another step forward.

“Usopp!” Luffy screams. “Turn around! Run!”

Usopp looks to his direction, one hand still clutching Hat. The expression on his face, the turn of his mouth, breaks Luffy.

Zoro runs forward, face crazed. Luffy follows, and there’s something coming off of him in waves, something desperate.

Usopp’s back straightens, and he sticks his trembling chin out, before-

Poof.

Six down.

Zoro roars again. Luffy feels beyond words, beyond sound.

“Nami!” Zoro shouts, and Luffy snaps back to her. She’s closer to him and he instantly shoots to her, before Kuma has a chance to move.

Nami runs, and Luffy follows, desperately trying to shield her. “Go!” He yells. “Keep going!”

Nami shrieks, skidding to a stop, as Kuma appears in front of her. “Luffy!” She screams, hand reaching back. Luffy leaps, reaching back. “Help m-”

Poof.

Seven down.

Luffy’s legs give out. He collapses onto the grass.

“Why?” He gasps. “What are you doing? Why are you doing this?”

Kuma doesn’t answer.

“Luffy!” And there’s Zoro, swords out.

Zoro.

One to go.

It sends a shock up Luffy’s body.

“Zoro!” He yells, struggling up to his feet. “Run!”

Zoro pauses.

“Zoro!” He says. “Captain’s orders! Run!”

Something in Zoro’s jaw jumps. He doesn’t move.

“Zoro!” Luffy screams. “Listen to me!”

“Shit!” Zoro swears, then turns. He moves, but his swords are still out. “Luffy! Don’t make me do this agai-”

And there’s Kuma with his arm and there’s Zoro with his swords and there’s the arm coming down and there’s Zoro’s fighting stance, ready to go swinging…

Luffy doesn’t make it in time.

“Zoro!”

Poof.

All down.

Luffy legs give out again. This time, he can’t get back up.

He should feel something. Anything. But he’s just…numb.

He sees a shadow loom over them. It doesn’t really register.

“Why,” He whispers. “Why…what…why…”

The shadow gets darker.

“You’re not ready,” A voice mutters above his head. “You had to see. You’re not ready. This will make you ready.”

The words don’t make sense.

“I…” Luffy says. “I…I couldn’t save any of them. Not one. Not a single one.”

“Exactly,” the voice says. “You’re not ready.”

The feelings come back full force. Luffy struggles back to his knees, barely functional. He keens, tears flying from his face, limbs flopping uselessly.

“My…” He gasps. “They’re all…they’re all…”

“Monkey D. Luffy,” The voice rings out. “We will not meet again. Goodbye.”

Luffy’s world goes black.

#one piece #op #usopp #monkey d luffy #speaks #one piece fic #op fic

[suzannahnatters]

Flash Fic: Strange the Living

Some time ago in the City of the Dead was a man who believed himself to be alive.

The first sign of Matthew Strange’s delusion was his arrival upon my doorstep at one o’clock of a stormy November evening: hatless, rumpled and soaked from the rain.

I welcomed him into the hall, where he stood shivering although there was no wind to stir him. “It is so cold!” he said.

Strange had for some time been studying the prospect of resurrection. That evening, having retired as usual to read in his library, he found himself distracted by unfamiliar sensations. He took to the streets, yet his agony only became more intolerable as the evening progressed. At last, happening to pass my house, he sought my counsel.

I saw nothing to suggest that Strange had undergone resurrection. His cheeks were pale and withered, his feet so worm-eaten that he was compelled to use a walking-stick. He therefore explained that he felt. His throat was parched, his bones rattled from cold, and his feet ached. Most alarming of all was a bitter pang originating from no particular source, which he said caused water to stream from what was left of his eyes. I studied his face, but the moisture might well have been the rain.

“Forget these chimerical pains,” I told him. “Make up your mind that you are quite dead, and do not spend your days trapped in a delusion.”

Strange only sent me a despairing look.

From that date the madness of Matthew Strange only increased. He shut himself into his empty house and hung crepe from the knocker of his door. On the rare occasion anyone saw him, he was clad in deepest mourning.

“You look well preserved,” I greeted, upon meeting him in the street one gloomy evening. “I take it you have gotten well again?”

“I am well,” he said, with a rather wild laugh. “It seems I am the only one who is.” 

I decided to humour him. “Why, what do you mean?”

“Just this: that I have found others who claim to be living. But it’s all a hoax, my friend. They are as dead as anyone else.”

“That seems uncharitable.”

“But they do not feel,” he said. “Snow falls, and they do not shiver. Fresh dead arrive each day, and their hearts do not break. They cannot smell their own corruption. They are dead, or next to it.”

“Naturally; but why spend your days in seclusion? One cannot always be mourning.”

“A dead thing cannot weep at all,” he said. “But I live, and therefore I mourn them.”

Strange’s words disturbed me, for as I hurried away, I began to understand them. Surely the thought of death had once been terrible to me! Was it not dreadful to be infested with worms and bloated with stinking gases? Perhaps Strange was right to mourn! Perhaps there was something wrong—unnatural, even—about this city! –The sensation was intolerable. I was glad when it passed.

----

I wrote this flash fic for the Pilgrim Artists' Festival, a small Christian festival of art, music, and words which runs every year in Tasmania's Huon Valley. The theme for the 2021 festival was "The Lord's Prayer", and I spent a lot of time contemplating what I wanted to write in response. I was most drawn to the petition, "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven" and this is my meditation on those lines.

Until 2 September, the 2023 Pilgrim Artists' Festival is open for submissions of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, art, and music from Christian, Nicene-Creed-affirming artists, including children and adults, anywhere in the world. This year's prompt is "Beauty in the Everyday" and there is a 500 word limit on literary entries. There are also dozens of prizes available - check them out and submit here.

Other Pilgrim Artists' Festival flash fic: The Gardens of Hades

#writing #ficlet #my fic #short story #flash fiction #short stories #my books #retellings #short fiction #Pilgrim Artists Festival #christian fiction #christian writers

[batrachised]

How do you feel about the Ford Family?

This question brought to mind the Conan plays video games series, where he rates each video game at the end by saying on a scale of 1 to 166 where 1 is average and 166 is average and 17 is really good, he'd give it a 44XXIV or some equally nonsensical rating. If A is for A plus, and F is for failure, I'd rate most of the Fords an E in that they exist.

Most especially, Owen Ford merely existed to me; his function in the plot was Leslie's new husband haha. Same with Kenneth. He had "captain of the football team in high school" vibes, and to be fair, that's who he was intended to be. Rilla was the popular girl who lives in a bubble only to get slammed with the reality of WWI. Persis always fascinated me because her name is really cool, but I don't think we ever really learn much about her either.

Leslie though...Leslie almost seemed like someone out of a noir film. The first description we get of her IS something out of a movie:

The girl was tall and wore a dress of pale blue print. She walked with a certain springiness of step and erectness of bearing. She and her geese came out of the gate at the foot of the hill as Anne and Gilbert passed. She stood with her hand on the fastening of the gate, and looked steadily at them, with an expression that hardly attained to interest, but did not descend to curiosity. It seemed to Anne, for a fleeting moment, that there was even a veiled hint of hostility in it. But it was the girl's beauty which made Anne give a little gasp—a beauty so marked that it must have attracted attention anywhere. She was hatless, but heavy braids of burnished hair, the hue of ripe wheat, were twisted about her head like a coronet; her eyes were blue and star-like; her figure, in its plain print gown, was magnificent; and her lips were as crimson as the bunch of blood-red poppies she wore at her belt.

Beautiful and hostile--that summarizes Leslie Ford. I've talked about her before, and my take on her is that she isn't a good friend, but she is a good character. Leslie Ford is hard to judge because she's like a skittish wounded animal in a trap who's willing to gnaw off its own leg to escape. She's rude to Anne, including the scene where she tells Anne that since Anne's baby died, now they can truly be friends (!!) even if the narrative presents it as acceptable. She is by far the most interesting member of the Ford family (although, to be fair, she also receives the most attention from the story). She's standoffish, hostile, cruel, and above all, heartbroken. Most of Leslie Ford's actions are explained by the fact that she is heartbroken. Not due to a lost love, like Miss Lavender, but due to traumatic events that would be impossible to forget--such as seeing her 8 year old brother be crushed by a wagon wheel.

To be honest, I always wished for another glimpse at Leslie's life after AHOD. I know we get snippets of her living her best life in Japan and so forth, but I wonder at the radical flip her life did in a matter of weeks. How could you react to something like that? After so many soul destroying things happen to you, would you be able to accept something good? What was that transition like for her? Did she wake up in the middle of the night years later, dully thinking she needed to check on Dick only to realize? I love LMM because of her happy endings, and I'm delighted Leslie got hers, but she's such a rich character that I kind of wanted more. I don't think the things that happened to her are the type you're able to forget, even if everything gets resolved. Personally I'd have trust issues for the rest of my life haha (Esp. after the twist with her husband, I would literally be doubting my entire world forever lmao). I also just realized she's Rilla's future mother in law, which is an interesting intersection of personalities.

So, to the point, most of them are decent but Leslie is a cut above the rest. Of all the characters in Anne, she probably has one of the darkest storylines, from watching her baby brother die a violent death to a coerced marriage. It's interesting to me that Kenneth doesn't seem to have been affected by his mother's traumatic background at all although we do get so little of his perspective, and it reminds me of the Blythe children appear not to know that Gilbert and Anne ever disliked each other or that Anne was neglected as a child (see: Di Blythe being shocked in Ingleside about Anne saying she was very hungry as a child, or TBAQ in which the kids are astonished at their parents referring to old spats).

#leslie ford #kenneth ford #aogg #anne's house of dreams #lm montgomery #yes i'm off tumblr for lent but according to the RULES I can have today off #no i will not elaborate

[boypussydilf]

FINALLY. someone else who thinks 302 is boring as hell. i only ever see people talk about liking it like the majority of it isnt 2 different segments of 3 Rooms With One Music Track Looped For 45 Minutes (Or More)! that being said i love the concept and the astral projection framing device and i love that the remaster is giving maximus his stupid little newsboy hat. and of course there is the ending leading into 303 😁

ITS NOT JUST ME!!!!! oh my god ive never seen people talk about it at All i didnt even know if people liked it or not. People Like It? it’s like………. it’s All Setup. it has very little going for it on its own its just setup for the rest of the game. i’ve always wondered if it’s more fun to Play than to Watch, when you’re actually trying to Solve The Puzzles, but i do doubt it. it’s just. eh. eh. “the devil’s playhouse is such a great game one of my favorites” i say and then i consider one of its episodes an exhausting nightmare. the rest of the game is good but they did not do a very good job with that one i think. they flopped a little

BUT GOD. IVE ONLY HAD MAXIMUS WITH HIS HAT FOR 1 STILL IMAGE AND ALREADY SEEING HIM HATLESS IN THE ORIGINAL GAME JUST LOOKS SO WRONG. I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT FOR THE REMASTER AND HIS SILLY LITTLE NEWSBOY CAP!!!!!!!! THERE IS A GOOD AND JUST GOD (MAXIMUS HAT RESTORED)

this is only tangentially related but that just reminds me how excited i am to see any other changes/additions like that in the s3 remaster…. the Graphics/Lighting/Modeling/Animations updates are nice but s3 doesn’t need them as much as the first 2 did. it does extremely look like it was made in 2010, and it’s not as nice looking as the remasters, but visually it does totally still hold up, it’s Got good lighting and camerawork, no one’s opening this game and thinking “man this looks like shitty wet cardboard”. (and i’m Always going to be frustrated by the remaster having less Grit and Realistic Textures and being more smooth and vivid and cartoony. but it was a little jarring going straight from s2 to s3 and suddenly the buildings look like this game was made in gmod.) uhh i lost track of what i was saying. Oh right well anyway. aside from the Graphics Updates the other thing really fun about the remasters is all the stuff like… like giving maximus his hat from the concept art. like widening the hole into flint paper’s office and angling the camera through it. updating the Christmas Future scenery in 201 to be consistent with how they actually model that scene in the last episode. Doing all these things that they wanted to do the first time around but couldn’t because of technical limitations and now they can! So I wanna see what other things like that they might do in the tdp remaster……. this could’ve been its own post but i already got this far.

anyway hell yes for 302 having a really cool framing device and really cool ending 👍👍👍👍👍👍 hell no for how its so boring i would rather be looking at pretty much anything else 👎👎👎👎👎👎 and another hell yes for maxs dead grandpas gay little hat 👍👍👍👍👍👍

#Man…… People Like It? #its…. the most boring episode of the ttgs….. #basilask #snmposting