#i just think they should be friends

[mintybloomz]

Bravery and Justice

#undertale bravery #undertale yellow #undertale #i know its not canon but i like thinking all the souls except chara and frisk lived in town together and all fell within a short timeframe #i just think they should be friends

[tired-fandom-ndn]

kicking my feet and thinking about Husk and Niffty hunting together for Alastor when he's tired, overworked, or even recovering from his injuries post-s1, bringing back a gagged and squirming demon for him to rip into while the two of them share their own meal together (maybe even using the scraps left over when he's done) 🥰

#hazbin hotel #i just think they should be friends #while also being supremely fucked up #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #i can't remember the tag i used to use!! #hazbin niffty #hazbin husk

[teal-bandit]

Stroll

#vincent valentine #chadley ff7 #i just think they should be friends #Chadley could learn a lot about older tech from vince #and vincent could be awkward in peace with chadley #ff7 rebirth

[gem-in-the-horizon]

once again i find myself enthralled by psychic cats

#mewtwo #espurr #pokemon #pokemon fanart #my art #i just think they should be friends

[akuma-tenshi]

#i just think they should be friends #anyway lily's backstory makes me hurt #idv #identity v #lily barriere #idv cheerleader #ganji gupta #idv batter

[pineapplesaresweet]

Your honor they are buddies

#the owl house spoilers #????ig #the owl house #king clawthorne #hunter the golden guard #since the last post fucking blew up #i thought id treat yall to more of them #i just think they should be friends #bond over their entire identity being a lie #and that in both of their cases they found out the truth before a near death experience #ALSO they are both in like my top 5 fav toh characters so call this self indulgent as well lmao #hunter the owl house #king the owl house #toh season 2 #toh #i art

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

(ditched wip)

he’s helping them turn on a screen reader

#i hc that their prosthetic eyes don’t like/function right with screens so they need a screen reader #and toby’s helping them out bcs he did it for nana and knows how #kiwifae draws #bellroc #tales of arcadia #the arcane order #wizards toa #bellroc keeper of the flame #tobias domzalski #toby trollhunters #i just think they should be friends

[ggootthhaammm]

Hot day in Gotham city

#harvey dent #two face #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #gotham #rogues gallery #batman #my art #I just think they should be friends #har and what not

[booksandmore]

my hot take is that venti is more similar to xie lian than zhongli because:

1. they both love humanity (venti saving mond, xie lian’s “i want to save the common people!”)

2. theyre both out of money

3. other gods dont take them seriously

4. their the laughing stock of their world (u cannot compare xie lian who is so wildly ridiculed to zhongli who is so wildly respected when venti is right there!!! zhongli literally calls venti a disgrace to the arts!!)

5. has a history with street performance (venti is a bard, xie lian did all sorts of stuff to survive poverty)

6. has lost friends (either thru death or just growing apart ex: nameless bard and xianle trio)

7. have complicated history with faces

8. has a hat

#theres probably more thats just on the top of my head #i just think they should be friends #i mean its already proved that xie lian likes out going cheerful people #xie lian #venti #genshin impact #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #to clarify number 7: venti taking on the face of his friend and the human face disease

[i-came-back]

I’ll write this eventually but have an idea to sate my minor character obsession. Behold, a story for the queen of my heart- Kristen Kringle. Where when Ed sees the bruises, he immediately starts breaking down because childhood trauma and after helping him get a hold of it this is what gives Kristen the courage to leave Tom but she understands he won’t leave without a fight.

She writes a breakup speech for after dinner but after a massive argument between her and Dougherty over her cooking what he wants in her kitchen, something within her snaps. They have a massive fight that echoes through the walls. Edward arrives too late here so he doesn’t catch Tom by surprise, but he gets out of his car just before the fight starts. He hears Kristen in danger and finds the door carelessly unlocked. But before he can do anything, he watches Kristen violently hack Dougherty to death with a butcher cleaver (on a related note: this is when Ed fully falls in love with her). She’s mortified but Edward promises to help with the body and promises to give a full crash course on getting away with murder.

They bury Dougherty together- Edward finds out he’s good at hiding crimes, Kristen finds out she likes committing them. The two vow to do much the same for the terrible men in the city who’d lay their hands on the innocent. And so, Gotham’s new murder couple arises.

I imagine that they’ll eventually part ways in the second season when Ed gets carted off to Arkham and Kristen in his absence grows into her own killer. But then I imagine them having an adorable reunion as friends which they end up staying as to season 5. Were they cute as a couple? Yes

Are they now absolutely insufferable as friends? Yes absolutely.

It’s like Ed and Barbara but Kristen is there when Ed confides about The Fireplace Scene TM (you know the one) and is the one to shake some sense into him. Maybe I’ll write about the repercussions of Isabella if this ends up going somewhere.

#kristen kringle #edward nygma #gotham #so in conclusion #murder is okay #it’s like a meet-cute but illegal #eventually it gets more angsty #but I’ll have to actually write it to get to that part #writing #canon divergent au #there should be more love for these two #i just think they should be friends #that would be neat

[shecreati]

            ‘ king of anything ‘  is actually such a momo song about katsuki ,  it’s just spot on -

#i just think they should be friends #but this is still her when he begins to act up #* (&. headcanons) IT’S TIME TO BEGIN ; ISN’T IT ? I GET A LITTLE BIT BIGGER ; BUT THEN I’LL ADMIT - I’M JUST THE SAME AS I WAS !

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate. #you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you #think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth. #then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died. #and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's #everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me. #real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you. #and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love. #lit #the hunger games #everlark #otp: real or not real? #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #text #tais toi lys #thgpost

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[ikiprian]

Clone’s Best Friend

“Cute dog!” the girl says. “What breed is he?”

“Uh,” blinks Kon. "Are you asking what breed Superdog is?"

“Uh, duh?”

Well. She’ll have to forgive him his stunned expression, ‘cause he doesn’t usually run into other dog walkers on this path. This is, of course, because “path” is used in the loosest sense, the one that connotates direction and not tread ground, and the “walk” bit is entirely inapplicable, with all of them currently flying one thousand feet above sea level.

“Cujo’s a rescue,” she continues, swinging her feet in the sky, “so we don’t know for sure, but my sister thinks part husky, part shar pei. Half-and-half, like me!”

Cujo is also, apparently, half green and half glowing. He wiggles happily in a play-bow. It’s very cute, except for the way he’s the size of a small house.

Krypto’s tough, though. He barks and chases his new friend through cloud cover. Gamely, Cujo flees. They frolic in the chilly condensation, occasionally poking a head out before diving back in, like a fox in a snowdrift.

Neither of them see anything surprising about this. It’s all good fun. And, well. Krypto’s always been a good judge of character.

Kon turns back to the girl and gives her a megawatt smile.

“He’s Kryptonian. Like me. But he looks like a white lab!”

#kon: fuck it. okay. hey i got some homemade dog treats. does cujo like pumpkin #potential dialogue additions to this include: ‘Oh! Well then I’m a rescue like Cujo!’; several puns on labs and being born from one; #and 'Are you saying you and the dog are the same species' #i just think the clones should be friends :) #something something The CloneTM experience and the way it intersects with The Teenage ExperienceTM could be a fun thing to bond over #also i think that cujo and dani should be besties. every clone needs a dog! #kipwrite #prompt #dpxdc #dcxdp #danielle fenton #dp cujo

[triona-tribblescore]

UH- UM- MY HAND SLIPPED-

Tw// suggestive material

#was reaallllyyy debating if i should post this one here #so im doing so when its hopefully quiet #its just a super quick 20 minute warm up doodle #but like idk how the tumblr would like stuff like this :'> #all my rise friends you didnt see this- #i have no shame- #HEHEHE ANYWAY I LOB THEM :D <3 #tw // suggestive #? #just to be safe yk? #tryna think about others #HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY EVENING <3 #MWAH! #tribbletalks #tribbleart #huskerdust #angel dust #husk #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin fanart

[ataviisms]

@lgbtcorp said to hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.

most don’t consider him to be clever, and maybe that’s true. he can’t say he’s as sharp-witted as the rest of gotham’s criminal underground; he lacks the aptitude for ingenious traps or complex schemes. the closest he’s ever come to outwitting anyone is when he manages to slip away into the crumbling maze of sewer tunnels that were dug so long ago most have no idea where they still lead. doesn’t really feel right to call it trickery when it’s just memorization on his part. and maybe a handful of instinct.

he lets out a grunt and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. uncertain as to what exactly her words are trying to imply. whether it’s a compliment or an insult, or just some sort of observation on her part. somewhere the tunnel ceiling drips into the pool of water he’s standing in and he feels each minute ripple despite how far away they are. why is she down here?

“ who said i was hidin’? ”

besides, can it really be called hiding when he lives almost every moment of his life down here? when it’s common knowledge that every inch of sewer pipe in gotham belongs to him? which brings him back to the question: why is she down here?

“ but you didn’t come here jus’ to tell me that, did you? ”

𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐒 --- not accepting

#lgbtcorp #i just think they should be friends