#you get the right answer

[bestworstcase]

ok ok but the thing abt the gods

and redemption—

“if your kind is unchanged, if you demand our blessings while still fighting amongst yourselves, then man will be found irredeemable and your world will be wiped from existence.”

the heart of this is that you can’t accept the possibility of mankind being redeemed by the act of unquestioning obedience unity without also accepting that humans as they currently are deserve to die, that if the gods came back right now they would obliterate remnant and that would be fair and just, because humanity failed to redeem itself. redemption cannot occur without genuine fault or genuine debt.

and one of the foremost reasons ozma is so profoundly fucked up is that he was, and in many ways still is, somebody who believed heart and soul in human worth, in the value of human life—and his status as the chosen one tasked with redeeming humanity DEMANDS that he take it as a given that humankind does not intrinsically deserve to exist, because he is responsible for saving them from their own unworthiness. his choices are to accept all of what the god of light told him, or to reject it in its entirety.

so

two things happen with salem in the lost fable that i think are important in making sense of where rwby is going with this:

1. the kitchen scene:

ozma raises the subject of humanity “seem[ing] more divided than ever,” to which salem says “are you surprised? this world is quite literally godless. these humans have no one to guide them. perhaps that’s all they need.”—and then, when ozma skeptically asks where she’s going with this, continues,“we could be the gods of this world. our powers surpass all others. our souls transcend death. we can mold these lands into whatever we want—what you want!”

none of this appears to disturb ozma particularly. he is, at worst, a little dubious. until salem says THIS: “create the paradise the old gods could not.”—the instant she says paradise, he’s like:

in short it is, specifically, salem’s insinuation that she believes human beings have the potential to be better than the gods that rattles him. remember, this is a man who was directly told by one of these gods that these humans are inferior and broken and must be either redeemed or destroyed—and he raised the subject of division as a way of testing the waters to see if salem would get onboard with that divine mandate.

and her response was to give him a full-throated declaration of human superiority over the gods.

everything else salem said fits tidily within the divine perspective and the moral framework of the mandate: in the eyes of the brother gods, magical power—the divine blessing—really DOES make salem and ozma superior to other humans, and ozma was in a very literal sense put on this world for the express purpose of acting in the gods’ stead in order to lead humanity to redemption. but the moment salem made it clear that she thinks human potential is greater than the gods? i think that was the moment ozma realized he would have to make a choice, that he could either leave salem and accept the mandate or stay with her and reject it.

only he couldn’t bring himself to make that choice, so he kept the mandate a secret and tried to have it both ways.

2. the confession scene:

“don’t you see? none of that matters anymore! why spend our lives trying to redeem these humans—” [the camera cuts away from her to ozma here] “—when we can replace them with what they could never be?”

the most intriguing thing about that cut is that it shows ozma’s shifting reaction to what salem is saying; he’s disturbed at first,

—and when salem says replace them, his expression shifts not toward disgust (as one might expect) but rather contemplation—

—and once her hand is extended to him there is a very clear beat of ozma genuinely not being sure.

which is to say, either ozma was so morally compromised by this point that genocide was not an immediate hard no for him, or salem meant something else and, for example, made a gesture we didn’t see that clarified her meaning as “replace the gods.”

worth noting: “she painted them pictures of a time […] when they could claim the powers of their creators for themselves, and in turn, perfect their own design. all they needed to do was destroy their old masters.”

also worth noting: the first time jinn uses the phrase “the hearts of men are easily swayed,” it’s in reference to salem leading a rebellion against the gods. the second time it’s a coda on salem telling ozma they can surpass the gods. “we can replace the gods” has a much stronger continuity with salem’s character up to this point than “we can replace humanity,” is what i’m getting at,

ANYWAY, THE POINT IS. ozma lays all his cards on the table after years and years of trying to both be with salem (which he wants) and fulfill his mandate (which he didn’t want, but agreed to so he could find salem)—and salem predictably flatly refuses to accept it. she rejects not only the task itself but the idea that anything the gods want or say matters at all; she rejects redemption and everything it implies.

it’s possible that she’s really proposing genocide here—i’ll grant that, and certainly the scene is structured in such a way as to suggest that quite strongly—BUT, it didn’t read that way to me the first time i watched the episode and it really doesn’t read that way to me now. and regardless, salem’s total rejection of human redemption innately goes hand-in-hand with rejection of the divine perspective that humans as they currently are deserve to die; ozma’s moral failure here lies in his refusal to reject the gods along with her.

[if she did mean “replace humanity” the only effective way to persuade her otherwise would be to reject the gods and then engage in an actual ideological argument; i do think salem would have been more receptive to discussion on whether or not they were doing the right thing if ozma hadn’t opened the topic by going yeah so when i said i wanted to unite humankind that was because the gods, who punished you with eternal suffering and then killed every person on the planet except you, told me i had to or else they’re gonna kill everyone. again. like. sir,]

which—somewhat ironically—makes the heroes adopting salem’s perspective of the world and humanity a prerequisite for her to undergo a complete villain-to-hero arc; as things stand now team oz are still playing by the rules set out by the gods, implicit acceptance of human unworthiness at all, and that is demonstrably NOT a position that salem can accept. (in that sense, raven saying that salem can’t be reasoned with is true: there is no possibility of an argument that will ever persuade her to accept the rightness of the gods.)

and

given the clearly negative way that rwby uses “redemption” in other contexts—it is what the albain brothers use to manipulate ilia into going along with the assassination of the belladonnas and kidnapping of blake, and it’s the excuse salem uses for abandoning cinder after haven and being cruel to her even after cinder nominally ‘redeems’ herself, which salem herself obviously comes to recognize as a huge mistake—i think there is a very strong possibility of this big picture moral question coming into focus for team rwby (and jaune) in the ever after, of what it truly means to accept that humanity needs to be ‘redeemed’ from human nature and in turn what that question means for the conflict with salem, which is made impossible to resolve by their side’s implicit obedience of the gods.

#if you take ozma’s relentless concern for other people’s well-being #and combine it with salem’s absolute hatred and rejection of the gods #you get the right answer #which is why ozlem is endgame in this essay i will—

[ibenology]

“kill them with kindness” WRONG

CAR HAMMER EXPLOSION 💥🔨🚗💥💥

#transgender #trans rights #trans #FUCK you Matt #this is the trans site #transfemmes GET BEHIND ME #sometimes violence is the answer #carhammerexplosionmatt

[jq37]

I love Brennan being shocked at Siobhan translating elvish as if she hasn't translated Latin on this show without blinking. Come on, man.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #siobhan thompson #brennan be so real right now #who did you expect to answer that Q if not her? #they had to get 100% and they only had 2 passes! #how were you not banking on shiv getting that one? #also *I* know mellon is friend in elvish and I've never even read the books! #I have seem the movies though now bc of robin mostly #hi robin

[chalkrub]

do you think it’s a friendly wolf

#my art #werewolf #anthro #furry #wolf #oc #els #illustration #the answer is NO but we should also remember looks can be deceiving #guys i accidentally started buying pokemon cards again. i'm never going to financially recover from this #but have you seen the crown zenith subset with full art cards of underappreciated pokemon....did you see....I NEED it #i haven't brought ANY cards since early sun/moon and even then it was just a little collector's box because i wanted the arceus pin/promo #please god forgive me for spending money on pokemon cards again PLEASE #i'm your weakest soldier anud i require your strongest card pulls so i can get simisear vstar thank you amen #and also bibarel thievul lumineon and miltank thank you amen #GRAAAAAGAGHHH WHY DID I SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON PIECES OF CARD I'M NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD!!!! #monster art

[egophiliac]

Okay so I've been wanting to tell you that you're literally my favourite twst artist 😭🩷

So my question is, how do you manage to come up with these funny comics? CUZ I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

(P.s: Lovin' the art style ✨)

oh geeze, thanks! 💚💚💚 I'm really glad people enjoy my stupid sense of humor; mostly I just draw things to make myself laugh, and if it makes other people laugh too, then bonus points! usually it's just one joke or mental image that gets stuck in my head (every time I saw Fellow spin his cane, all I could think about was him go-go-gadgeting away on it...) and in my quest to justify it, it picks up other jokes and bits along the way and usually doesn't even end up as the main focus anymore. entire narrative arcs have spun out just so I could use a single bad pun in a throwaway line. this is a terrible way to explain it but I'm not sure how else to put it into words!

and sometimes it's just "weird things my sister has said that I make fun of her for"

#twisted wonderland #reposting old art but i will never not make fun of her for her incredibly pretentious opinions about the local mall's architectural design #yuu listening to malleus be weird about buildings is supposed to be relateable right #that said this is also the only place i get to talk about twst so it is also just...a lot of my thoughts spilling out everywhere #(sorry other fandoms) #(i have spaces where i can debate the various merits of himeno/rita versus morfonia/rita) #(the correct answer is that rita has two hands but i digress) #but where else can i talk at length about these anime disney dipshits who have flawless eyeliner and zero emotional intelligence #me at the top of my lungs: you don't understand that's his DAD #the group dm: w...what are you talking about #there's gonna be a few posts today sorry #gotta get some stuff out before the update tonight/tomorrow morning/whatever happens and becomes all i think about for the next week

[ghosts-cyphera]

Everything you write is a banger 🫶 and you are RIGHT, ghost loves sloppy blowjobs but especially the noises like loves hearing his beautiful gf gag on his huge dick while staring up at him with watery eyes (please euthanize me)

you people are being so good to me like what on earth did I do to deserve this? I love you! thank you so, so much 💕🫶🏻 also… say fucking less, my love.

warnings/content: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader. blowjob, deep-throating, mentions of spit and tears. swallowing. slight degradation if you squint, but ghost only adores you! words: 762. 18+, mdni.

Ghost’s calloused fingers caressed your cheek, and he lifted your head to look at him. On your knees before him you looked even softer and sweeter than you usually did.

So goddamn obedient.

From the sight, his cock—painfully erect—twitched above your face. Mere seconds earlier he had pulled it out of your throat, your lips releasing it with a soft pop: your body desperate for one of those breaths that he knew would burn your lungs from the mere intensity of your inhale.

He did love to push you to your limit. His sweetheart turned into a cock-drunk little thing. Lips glistening, eyes pleading for more. Your spit dripping down your jaw in a pretty little stream, lubing you up so fuckin’ nice and good for his use.

He’d been fucking your mouth—your throat—for so long, that by now, he knew your body felt empty without the weight of his thick length on your tongue.

And who the fuck was he to deny that from you, eh?

“Tongue out, darlin’.”

Not a hint of hesitation flashed in your eyes as you let him see the pretty pink of it. You were so goddamn fuckin’ beautiful like this: the sounds that passed your lips so goddamn pretty as he pushed back in.

“There ya fuckin’ go. Come on, luv, take it all, yeah?”

The thick weight of him in your mouth muffled out most of your gasps and moans, yet never the sound of your gags. So fuckin’ sweet, as he pushed into your throat, his hand on the back of your head helping you to align your throat better. To allow him deeper down.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, baby, that’s it. Just like that—“

He could feel your throat relaxing around him once more. Your gags easing, your shoulders letting go of their nervous tension: the sudden ease allowing his balls to press against your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

“Fuckin’ right, doll.” He was downright seeing stars by then: your mouth so fuckin’ soft and warm and wet around him that had this been his first time using you like this, he would’ve damn sure passed out from the pure fuckin’ bliss. “My darlin’s takin’ it so fuckin’ good, yeah?”

Ghost’s fingers caressed your cheek, soft and adoring: so at odds with the mess that he was making of you. Sliding out, only to feed every last fuckin’ inch of his cock back down your throat, somehow only deeper than the last time.

“Fuckin’—eyes on me, yeah, luv?”

Your gaze found his in an instant: the beauty of your eyes only highlighted by the glimmer of your tears, accompanied by the softest twinkle of his darlin’ seeking his approval.

Your body was begging for more: only opening up further around the brutal size of his cock, allowing him to pick up his pace.

In and out: your spit running past your lips.

In and fuckin’ out, as you forced your eyes to stay locked with his. How fuckin’ scary he must’ve looked, towering over you with his goddamn mask on. 

Fuck, how he would make you feel so loved and adored after. Work so hard on showin’ you how much you meant to him.

Christ al-fuckin’-mighty.

His eyes blinking shut, Ghost leaned his head back as his fingers around your head tightened their grip. Now chasing after his orgasm, he listened to your gags and whimpers: the desperation of your spit dripping past your lips as he used you for his pleasure.

His sweet little thing.

His perfect fuckin' darlin’.

“So goddamn fuckin’ close, baby—“

Ghost forced his gaze to meet yours, and that—fuckin’ hell, that was all that he needed. Seeing the knit of your brows as your twinkling eyes begged for his cum down your throat, so fuckin’ well trained.

So fuckin’ sweet.

With a deep curse and a rumbling call for your name, his cock pumped thick ropes of his seed down your throat.

Chuckling, as your eyes watered.

Praising you, his voice low yet warm, as he felt you swallowing around him before he pulled out with a soft pop.

Smiling from pure pride, as Ghost crouched by you and drew you into the deepest of kisses, full of adoration for you.

For his sweetheart.

His little fuckin’ champ.

masterlist | requests are open 💌

#can you tell how damn bad I need to get on my knees for this man? like jesus god please #also I took a benzo for sleep right before I began writing this (prescribed by my doc—do not abuse drugs!) so I hope this makes sense lmao #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x you #lo answers

[paperultra]

the liminal space.

Pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x Reader Word Count: 1,575 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol use [A/N: written with the cooper!reader from mise en rose in mind. i don't know where in the timeline this occurs, though. lol.]

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Living in close quarters can really change how you see a person.

Roronoa Zoro, for instance, had always struck you as rather aloof, having traveled alone for some time before you joined him, and unused to physical affection. He never gave any indication that he was one to enjoy it, and he never sought it out from anyone. That certainly wasn’t odd. You respected his tendency towards personal space, subsequently believing that it extended to his sleeping habits as well.

So when you wake up, hardly able to breathe underneath the hulking mass of a snoring swordsman, you are more surprised than anything.

“Zoro,” you wheeze, patting his back with the hand that isn’t crushed between his chest and yours. Nothing happens, so you swat harder. “Zoro. You’re crushing me.”

His arms squeeze around you as he stirs, inhaling sharply next to your ear. You stop moving as he lifts his head and opens his eyes just wide enough to register you beneath him.

He pauses.

Good morning, sunshine is what you want to say in a cheeky tone. You want to prove that you’re unaffected by the warmth of his body pressing yours into the mattress, the sensation of his breath across your cheekbone and the way his gaze transitions from something bleary into something sharp.

The greeting refuses to leave your mouth. All you can do is blink.

The next thing you know, Zoro’s rolling off of you and out of bed with nary an apology, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

You hum distantly in response and stare up at the ceiling as he shuffles to the door. Once he closes it behind him, you reach up and fold your hands over your eyes, cheeks hot.

Great.

—

It all started because you and Zoro could only afford a single bed at the inn.

(You use the term “afford” loosely here. The truth of the matter is that you grossly underestimated how much a room would cost, and the owner of the one place willing to lend you a room for half the usual rate demanded physical labor to make up for the rest. Given that Zoro would be spending most of his time hunting down a bounty, the majority of the unpaid labor fell on your shoulders.)

(But you digress.)

The room is small and bare, which is fine, because you and Zoro don’t have much between the two of you anyway. The only problem is that there is only one bed. Zoro had expressed no qualms about sharing so long as you didn’t disturb his sleep, and you had readily agreed, not wanting either of you to sleep on the floor.

After the first morning, you’re not sure if that was a lapse of judgement on your part or not.

Zoro doesn’t mention it at all before he leaves for the day, and you don’t, either. However, when he comes back in the middle of the night and you’re already in bed, squinting and shielding yourself from the bright hallway light as he takes his slippers off and walks in, he sits on the carpet just a few feet away from your side.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he proceeds to lay down.

“Sleeping.”

He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head. You frown.

“Why aren’t you sleeping up here?” No answer. You lift your head from your pillow, indignant. “Hey, don’t ignore me! I know you’re still awake.”

“I’ve had a long day,” he grumbles, “so I’d like some quiet so I can sleep. Thanks.”

You huff.

The thought that Zoro might actually be just as embarrassed flits briefly through your mind, but you extinguish it just as quickly. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy to be self-conscious about those kinds of things. A more likely reason is that he’s decided that he wants his own separate space after all and can’t be bothered to kick you off the bed.

So, you kick yourself off instead.

“What are you doing?” The phrase now comes from Zoro as you throw the covers off and grab your pillow, kneeling on the ground beside him. His eyes open and his brow furrows.

“Take the bed. I feel guilty.”

“I don’t want the bed.”

“Everybody wants the bed.” You lie down on the carpet and cross your arms over your chest, stubborn. “I’ve already slept in it. Now it’s your turn.”

“You’re an idiot,” Zoro says.

Neither of you budge.

The next morning, you decide that the first morning was in fact not a fluke, as you awake with your face smushed against his chest and the smell of steel in your nose once again. He’s not on top of you, at least, but the way he clutches you while you’re lying on your side, one ankle hooked over yours, is somehow ten times more mortifying. You wake him up in the midst of untangling yourself and pretend like nothing happened.

Who’s the idiot now? (The answer is both of you. Both of you are idiots.)

—

The third night, you and Zoro flop onto the hard mattress with twin groans, heads spinning and feeling overall miserable.

“That was the shittiest booze I’ve ever had,” Zoro slurs next to you, face down in his pillow.

“But you got a lead, right?” you mumble.

“Yeah …”

You had been there in the bar when he’d gotten that lead, but you can’t remember what it was for the life of you. Another inn? Another bar? Ugh, you’re never drinking there again.

“I’m cold.”

There are blankets on the bed. Unfortunately, getting underneath them would require a lot of moving, and you are physically incapable of exerting yourself that much right now.

You shiver and turn onto your side to curl up. You’ll fall asleep at some point, anyway.

Zoro murmurs your name.

“Hm,” you groan, eyes screwed shut.

He doesn’t say anything in reply. But you hear the mattress squeak, the bedsheets rustle as he shifts closer, and your breath catches when the small distance between you closes. He does not wrap his arms around you, no, but your knees touch, and the heat from his skin melds into yours. You hear his breathing slow to a crawl.

Through your drunken haze breaks through a sudden need to draw him into you, to tuck your face into his neck and keep it there forever. You want – you want. But you’re exhausted, and your head aches, so you find yourself slipping into a deep slumber instead.

He’s already gone when you wake up.

—

A suspiciously lumpy gunnysack in the corner of the room catches your eye once you enter, hand over your mouth to stifle a yawn.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Eight million beri,” Zoro says from his seat on the bed. Cleaning supplies for his swords are strewn around him, and he sheathes the Wado Ichimonji as you close the door. “I ran into another bounty on the way back.”

“Eight mill –” You clear your throat. “Wow. That was pretty lucky.” Eight million beri. Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever get used to how much bounty hunters can make. (God, that would’ve been more than enough to pay for the room.) “We’re heading out to a marine base tomorrow morning, then?”

“That’s the plan.”

He puts away his supplies, setting them and his swords against the wall near his pillow before standing up to pull down the sheets on his side. You turn off the bedside lamp and do the same, crawling in with a sigh.

The two of you simply lie side-by-side until you decide to break the silence with your big mouth again.

“Am I a burden to you?” you ask.

“No.” The plainness of Zoro’s tone is a small comfort, you suppose. “Why are you asking?”

“Well …” You already regret bringing this topic up as you trail off, biting your bottom lip. “I feel like I haven’t really done much. I mean, I help with navigating and searching crowds and stuff, and I’ve been getting better at fighting, but I can’t help you, you know?” You fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t actually need me.”

There’s a gap between you and Zoro that you’ll likely never be able to close. You had always known that, and so had Zoro; in fact, he had told you at the start that going with him was a bad idea, given your inexperience in bounty hunting and traveling in general. And although you’d like to think that your ability to read a map and fix things convinced him of your usefulness, there are times when you think Zoro regrets bringing you along. Like now.

Zoro grunts, turning to lay on his back. His shoulder nearly lands on your hands, and you draw them to yourself as you wait for his answer.

It is brief and straightforward.

“I’m not forcing you to go with me,” he says. “And if you were a burden, I would’ve told you a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

It is brief and straightforward, and yet, there’s a strange lump in your throat. You swallow it and nod, even though he cannot see you do so.

Nothing more is said. However, as the night goes on, you reach out, and you find him, and Zoro finds you, and the space between your arms fills up with warmth and an unspoken promise. And you sleep very well.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #opla zoro #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #'if they're broke how come they don't just sleep in reader's boat ?' you may ask. #and the answer is 'for plot purposes' #sorry if this one is wonky it wasn't cooperating for some reason ;-; #but reader gets to cuddle zoro ! that has to count for something right ?!

[peach-pot]

ok my turn

#I’m curious how confident people are in their math because I know the right answer #and I know why people reach the wrong answer but I still know that I’m right #and I wanna know if the people that are getting the same answer as me are confident #and the same of the people getting the other answer #also I simplified it down #cause what we’re really talking about is do you multiple or divide first in this problem #hannah talks sometimes

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU

Act 1: What was left behind. - Part 1 (page 1-5) -here- -> Part 2

#heroes of millennium au #hom au #danny phantom #dp #jake long #american dragon jake long #adjl #YEEEEEE BABEY WE GETTING DROPPED RIGHT THE FREACK IN!! NO LONG INTROS JUST STRAIGHT UP MEAT HERE BABIES #CAN YOU TELL IM EXCITED EVEN IF I STIL YET TO ACTUALLY DRAW PART 2??? only rough sketch draft still but fuk it #i have 40 pages of rough comic im allowed to be excited of having that much??? never drew comics for shit before #i feel a need to apologize for my jake's dragon 'redesign' but i actually like it so i wont lol #i would apologize for falsely saying i would post it yesterday haha i overestimated my speed and typography took much longer than i hoped.. #still prolonged 48 hours is better than not posting at all ;D #if you are confused and have questions dont worry its by design (sorta) lol. everything will be answered wit time...long time

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Results from the ‘Who is the tallest MDZS Character poll! Thank you all for voting!

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #nie mingjue #lan wunian #lan xichen #lan wangij #poll #Thank you all for showing up with your whimsy! I saw so many funny tags and messages! What a blast it has been!!! #Nie Mingjue was the distractor answer - word of god *does* say he's the tallest but...he *was* dismembered and beheaded. #It's still a grey area though! This was all for fun after all B*) #Jin Ling uses his hair as a little lasso. Good for night hunting and asserting dominance! #Not the tallest due to his hair gel getting stuck on his hands and reducing the height of his throw during the judging. #And yes- Poorly Drawn Jin Ling is ~4cm tall. Grab you rulers out an visualize that <3 My Friday Treat for you all. #Real feminism is the fact that all the men who won did so by technically cheating and the woman (horse) did it the honest way. #Real feminism is being a horse. Everyone better start getting on that. New Year's resolution. Horse time. #My apologies to the Jin Zixuan likers (lowest votes): He's a bit of a fail wife but that's okay. #I like to imagine that It's the ghost of JYL committing voter fraud to give him pity votes. #(It is still voter fraud if a ghost votes right? Has anyone looked into the legality of ghost voting?) #Much to think about....Hey speaking of the ghosts of women: See you all tomorrow for the new poll!

[callisteios]

I have a new uquiz for you, go on a pilgrimage with me. discover who you are.

#don't you want to go on a nice medieval pilgrimage? #don't you want to rest a little? answer some questions? learn something about yourself? #this was originally a pentiment medieval quiz and now it's this #it's pretty good imo though. i had a lot of fun researching it #yes there really is a biblio. ill write it up soon but its parts of the pentiment biblio plus some stuff i found myself #really thank you to everyone who made pentiment. you know how sometimes you find a piece of art at exactly the right time? #well i discovered pentiment just as my interests perfectly intersected with it. (those interests being history historiography and grief) #have fun etc. tag your results #that's always great #quiz #uquiz #pentiment #medieval #mine #sorry for being absent for a bit. holidays kind of suck #sorry abbie i couldnt fit the saw bathroom in thisone. i couldn't think of a way to do it naturally #i listened to SAVED! and SINNER GET READY the entire time i was writing this so yeah there's a ref. sue me

[canisalbus]

Seeing the recent wholesome Machete arc is such a delight. It used to be that every once in a while I’d see him in my feed and go “damn, homeboys goin thru it” and now it’s all just just soft Machete and Vasco. Like seeing someone you knew a long time ago and they’re visibly so much happier now that they’ve got a spouse. Truly could not have wished for anything better for the sad priest dog.

That reminds me of this one specific tag that I had to sceenshot and save, it's been living in my head for months.

#hot trophy husband #answered #mad228228 #thank you! I'm glad you've been enjoying the wholesome turn of events #I'll probably start to veer back into angst at some point #but right now I'm getting such guality serotonin out of drawing them just being happy together

[save-the-villainous-cat]

ruthless hero who destroys everyone verbally, doesnt take shit + chatty villain who just grins and loves banter(if its not too much) have a great day!

The hero swallowed.

Although the gun was shaking in their hand, they took in a deep breath and steadied their mind. No time for second thoughts.

This was it. They’d been searching for the villain for weeks now. They’d finally found them and they were not going to let them escape again.

“Oh?” the villain asked. They eyed the hero carefully, as if the hero was the object of their attention instead of the gun. They were sitting on the couch in their lair with all the casualness in the world. “Aren’t you a little too confident for your own good, darling?”

“Aren’t you?”

The villain cocked their head and the grin followed as so often. They stood up slowly and raised their hands but despite their actions of surrender, they were clearly mocking the hero.

“Mhmm. That’s how it is, I see. How spunky you can be…”

Determined, the hero took their handcuffs and threw them into the villain’s direction. Even though the villain seemed to be more confused than intrigued, they caught and inspected them.

“Cuff yourself,” the hero said.

“Gosh, you can be so kinky.”

“And you’ll be bleeding out in a few seconds if you don’t do as I say.” Their grip around the gun tightened. It didn’t matter that the villain had saved them so many times. It didn’t matter that they were occasionally nice.

It didn’t matter because the hero had a job to do.

They had to arrest them.

The villain rolled their eyes.

“All bark, no bite.”

“Would you like to find out? I recall breaking your arm pretty easily,” the hero said. They were aiming at the villain’s shoulder and slowly, very slowly, their anxiousness faded. It was a job like every other.

A villain, just like all the others.

Shooting at them in this moment seemed irrational. They weren’t a threat nor were they extraordinarily provoking them. Of course the hero knew it would be difficult to explain to the team how the villain had surrendered without much of a struggle.

They had to find a solution to that later.

“Mistakes happen in the heat of the moment. I understand you were distracted by my muscles flexing during the fight.” The villain was in a good mood, as so often. But the hero could also sense some sort of uncertainty.

It was in the movement of their fingers that traced the handcuffs. In their restless eyes that went over the hero again and again. If they wanted to admit it or not, the hero had surprised them.

And that was something the villain absolutely despised. Surprises. Not being in control. Not knowing what happens next.

“I can assure you it was intentional. Your muscles aren’t that special.”

“Ouch.” The villain contorted their face as if they were truly hurt. The mockery should’ve made it easier. But it didn’t.

The hero turned off the gun’s safety.

“Handcuffs. Now.”

“Fine.” The villain cuffed themselves, one wrist after the other. Once they were finished, they stretched their arms out and presented themselves. “Am I not the sweetest present?”

“The most annoying, definitely. Sit down.” The villain did as the hero commanded and leaned back, pushing their hips forward. Lounging like that was definitely not what the hero wanted them to do.

They’d been chasing the villain for weeks and they were determined to put them behind bars. Whatever had happened in the past, it was gone now. The hero had let go of it and could only pray the villain had done that too.

“We’ll wait here until my team arrives.”

“I suppose that’s enough time for me to escape. You know you love our little hide-and-seek game.” Their smile was genuine and sweet. The hero didn’t know what to make of that.

“No, this is it. It’s over. I can’t let you go.”

“But you will. You’re still so soft for me.”

“You’re really not as important to me as you think.” Then why are you hesitating?

“You’re not as cold as you think,” the villain said. “Not when it comes to me.”

They jiggled with the handcuffs. The hero could hear their own pulse.

“Just tell your team it was a good fight and I escaped, hm? Just like last time,” the villain suggested. Sweat was running down the hero’s back. Their fingers were ice cold.

“I cannot do that.”

“You’ve done it before, darling,” the villain said. “As long as I can walk, I can still escape. You know I’m skilled enough to do that.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“I enjoy my time with you,” the villain said. They looked at the ground. “…and I still have feelings for you.”

The hero felt sick in their stomach.

“I wish you hadn’t said that.” Suddenly, the hero lowered their gun and pulled the trigger. They couldn’t let them escape again. They couldn’t put their own feelings before their responsibilities. As soon as they pulled the trigger, they regretted it.

Their heavy heart sank fast.

They hoped one day they could forget the villain’s reaction when the bullet entered their knee. That stare of utter fear and betrayal. That scream and those tears of pain.

But that would haunt them forever.

#doesn’t matter doesn’t matter you had the gun #(​they were lovers at some point btw) #hope this is what you meant #didn’t really get the dynamic right it’s very late I hope you’re not mad at me lol #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #lil bit of #angst

[lazylittledragon]

I've been loving ur mombin comics, but where is the other mom? what trans hottie is not paying her child support out here? (this is said with a lot of love and affection, im very curious abt how she got into that situation, if you have thoughts abt it <3)

ajsjhsdfh i wasn't going to answer this because it's explained in the next comic but kudos to you for being the only person to say 'who's the other mom' instead of 'WHO'S THE DAD'

also the way this is worded made me laugh for like 5 minutes thank you so much xx

#ramble #mombin™ #anon i love you we are holding hands together right now #the amount of comments that were like 'who's the DAD' and not 'who's the other parent/donor' #sometimes!! there isn't a dad!!!! #i have a really bad feeling that this comic is going to reveal some people's very nasty opinions about trans women #'but robin is a lesbian she wouldn't get pregnant by a trans woman' so you admit that you think gender+attraction is defined by genitals #this wasn't meant to be a vent i'm so sorry #but to answer your question yes there is a trans girl somewhere out there who was on like a weekend trip or something and has NO idea

[vanyafresita]

after seeing this post by the artist afkeii on instagram, i got inspired to write a poem... and then i drew something to make it into a zine...

the way i feel about romantic love is... complicated... but i've known i'm on the aromantic spectrum for over a year now ! yippiee !

if you'd like to have a physical copy, feel free to [download the print version here] , and check [how to put it together / make a 8-page zine here]

#zine #personal zine #art #aromantic #aromantic spectrum #my art #id in alt text #that was very... interesting to write and draw about #dont ask me how i feel about romantic love its too tiring to explain #(<- thats a lie- do ask me about it as much as you want i have so many thoughts on it. probs more questions than answers tbf tho) #also yeah the black ring on my middle finger and right hand is bcs im asexual too #but ive known im ace since i was 13 so i dont have nothing poetic to say about it cuz its been just a normal thing for me for so long lol #aight its getting late and i need to go sleep byeeee

[toskarin]

glass houses and all, I've made bad deals in my time and I've failed to consult IP lawyers in cases where I probably should have, but putting your entire codebase up as collateral on a loan that you're paying more or less entirely through someone else's charity feels like it really shouldn't be fucking Plan A

#dragging my hands down my face as I read the explanation that this was somehow a better plan than selling 'real' equity in a company #this is such a bad idea that it should actually be your last possible plan. this is Plan Z at best #this is how you lose everything in the most catastrophic possible way with no chance at all of recovery #this is giving me a headache just thinking about it. did a lawyer even touch the paper this deal was written on #this isn't getting renegotiated. full IP rights is the ideal answer that issuers dream of getting their hands on. that's all you have