For me it’s my Riskrunner, my first exotic. I started playing semi-recently so it was my first. Using it ever since
Im NOT asking which is your best weapon to clear a room or kill a god. I’m asking which one you would NEVER delete even if it’s not the best or even very good. I don’t care if it’s an exotic, legendary, a rare or even uncommon or common OR EVEN IF IT WAS SUNSET. I don’t care if it’s super popular or a weapon nobody knows about.
Which weapon out of your entire arsenal feels like it’s YOURS? Like it’s special and unique and that it only feels right in your hands? The one weapon you would call a true friend if it was a person.
Reblog with your answer and maybe a pic and explanation of why you feel that way about it.
Fun fact: the Greeks categorized several types of love!
Love is expressed in a truly innumerable amount of ways, that is the beauty of it
Can you do something for me, please?
I want you to reblog this if you believe that two people can be very close and physically affectionate with one another, but still have a completely nonsexual, non-romantic relationship.
Even if the two people in question are capable of being sexually or romantically attracted to one another.
Because the friendship I share with someone I consider family in a way that transcends blood has been typecast as a romantic relationship ENTIRELY too many times, and I’m beginning to get sick of it.
The actions and inactions of other characters certainly didn’t help, but yeah Palpatine is the main cause
in star wars fandom how is everything about anakin's fall always everyone else's fault except the guy who personally designed it to be a no hit run of Sith Apprentice Generator IV
LETS GO TIM!!!
Go you funky little homicidal maniac!
Richmond Valentine vs. Gunpowder Tim
David Wong vs. V1
Kayne vs. Bart Curlish
Dexter Morgan vs. Macbeth
The Instrumentalist vs. Ryomen Sukuna
Captain John Hart vs. Oh Il-Nam
King Bradley vs. Jonathan Teatime
John Wick vs. the Gun Devil
Ender Wiggin vs. Achilles
Sara Berry vs. the DJ
Angron vs. the Dazzlings
Soldier vs. Mad Mew Mew
Baron of the Bricks vs. Dimitri Blaiddyd
Rachel vs. Beep the Meep
Nie Mingjue vs. Peter & Paul
William Afton vs. Jack Merridew
Say it louder for the people in the back.
stop drawing nezarec skinny you fucks.
You’re avoiding the question
did you ever go through a fnaf phase
No I'm 25
But have you considered this:
It’s fun
If stealing worked you wouldn’t have to keep doing it
Humans will never cease to baffle me
TIL in 1896 a temporary, one-day city was named in Texas called Crush, where two locomotives were to be smashed head-on for purposes of spectacle. It was, for a few hours, the 2nd largest city in TX with 40k attendees. The collision caused engine boilers to explode, resulting in death and injuries.
via reddit.com
The way I audibly said “holy shit 😮”
Simon "Ghost" Riley // Gilded Reaper Operator Skin
fine.. FINE! Dis skin gonna be mine, soon
Aww this is silly 😭 I need to draw my barista shadow interacting with others STAT.
breaking my little silence here because I needed to draw some hedgehogs after Sonic 3 changed my brain chemistry
I saw an adorable little post of agent Stone and Shadow sharing some lattes by @dubusul and realized that canonically Shadow is in fact a coffee guy and I thought it'd be adorable if him and Stone reopened the Mean Bean together.
apparently, that is not an original idea and @pincushionx beat me to making a little barista boy
wanted to post these little interactions anyway because I had too much fun drawing the edgy hedgy
So here's Sonic's interaction
other interactions :) |Knuckles| |Tails|
Awweeee this is so cute! Her big ole eyes!
Had to double check when you said she was 20, glad to see her thriving! She looks so peaceful and content in your drawing!
i came across @pincushionx’s Hunter-holding-her-bunny drawing again—MY CAT IS ALSO NAMED MILLIE!! so i HAD to draw her with Willow!!!
she’s old (nearly 20, her birthday is in january!) and is partially blind and deaf but still living a good life
she likes eating, laying down, and meowing loudly for no reason. every dinner she comes up to me and gently pats my chair for food (i always sneak her a little if she can eat it)
Post agony petrification au they go dug his stone ass up out of the rubble and surprise! There's totally a de-petrification spell. Welcome back jasper shits been fucked
WOW, oh wow ow wow wow and ouch! This is wonderful,another absolute banger from you! His two contradictory feelings! His fantasy of death and how belos would react, of hurting himself or being killed?! The mix of hate and desperate want for approval?!! God you write such good monologues! W o w. By the conclusion, I can only imagine Amity is in for an absolute shitshow.
Here’s a little oneshot wip(?) for @pincushionx, who inspired me to write a little BPD Hunter character study that takes place during Eclipse Lake
TW: violence, rage, swearing, suicidal ideation, self-harm ideation
There’s no point anymore. Hunter’s done for. This was his chance to prove himself to his uncle, and he blew it.
A wave of despair washes heavy over his body as he falls to his knees. When he doubles over, the dirt is cold under his gloved fingertips, and he can barely breathe over the weight on his shoulders and the sudden, pooling rage in his stomach.
The all-consuming sensations flooding in urge him to scream, fight, and destroy everything in his vicinity just as much as they make him want to throw himself off of a cliff and smack his head against every rock on the way down.
Either reality melts a bit, viscous and toxic, or something’s shifted sideways, pixelated and fuzzy; he’s not sure which, but he does know that he’s filled with the inescapable awareness that everything is wrong. His entire world isn’t right anymore, now that he’s failed, and all he wants is for everything to stop.
He wants this rabid animal under his skin to shred his body to pieces until he’s nothing more than mutilated flesh left behind in the dirt. He wants to make his shameful face so unrecognizable that no one will ever figure out what happened to the boy behind the mask. He wants this world to move on without him, and he wants to pretend he never dared to disgrace it with his presence in the first place.
He wants to die.
He wants to die, die, die.
He pictures himself grabbing his go-to knife in his nightstand and slashing wild gashes into his thighs. He thinks about how good it would feel. How maybe, if he wasn’t such a coward, he could dig deeper and deeper until he’s lightheaded from blood loss. How maybe, if he did a good enough job, he’d bleed out on the floor and never have to face his uncle’s disappointment first-hand. How one minute, he could be there, and the next, he could be gone, leaving behind only a husk for no one but his Uncle to mourn.
The thought of Belos finding him murdered by his own hands sends a bolt of thill through his body. He can't help but fantasize about it. Belos would walk into Hunter’s room, gasp in shock at the state of his poor, beloved nephew, and try to revive him. He would watch in distress as the healers try to revive him, to no avail. When there’d be truly nothing left for Belos to do to fix his mistakes, he would feel so bad about just how much anguish he put his poor guard through. He would look back fondly on all the ways Hunter had helped him over the years and bury his nephew with guilt-ridden tears streaming down his cheeks. He would be so, so sorry, and Hunter could rest in peace knowing that he’d at least be loved unconditionally in death.
Or not.
Hunter lets out an anguished whine as he tangles his fingers in his hair and pulls.
He’s only deluding himself, isn’t he?
When has Belos ever felt bad about anything when it comes to hurting Hunter? When has Belos ever wiped away Hunter’s tears without mocking him, or acknowledged Hunter’s efforts without some kind of ridicule undermining the entire whisp of praise? When has Belos ever said the simple promise of “I love you” without it having to be a reward to chase after?
Hunter understands why Uncle is so harsh. Hunter knows that Belos only wants the best for him. He wants to train Hunter well enough that Hunter will be able to survive in a world without having innate magic. Uncle’s reserving this special position just for Hunter so that the teen won’t grow up without employment. He provides Hunter with the best instructors and the best artificial staff so that Hunter can make up for his deficits. Yet despite the accommodations, Hunter spits in Belos’s face with his failures every single time.
Hunter tries so fucking hard, and for what? Nothing he does ever matters. Hunter always just takes, takes, takes, from Belos, and nothing he brings back from missions is ever enough to buy Belos’s kindness for more than a day. Hunter was born wrong; he knows he needs to earn the right to live, but he wishes it wasn’t so soul-crushing to bear the curse of an unruly body like this.
If Hunter was just good enough effortlessly, Uncle would love him more, but unfortunately, Hunter eventually has to fuck it all up. His heart always has to drop every time his Uncle sighs heavily in his direction.
It’s not fair.
He sounds like a child, he knows, and he hates himself for it, but it’s not fair.
Dirt gathers under his gloves as he scrunches his fingers to curl into fists. A revelation boils under his skin so hot and vapid that it can’t help but change the tide of rage. He grabs a handful of dirt and screams as he pelts it across the empty lake.
He hates his Uncle.
He hates him so much.
How dare the man string Hunter along like this? If he knew that Hunter was such a fuck-up from the start, why did he even give Hunter the time of day? Why did he breathe false hope into Hunter by saying that Hunter could ever truly achieve anything worthwhile?
Surely he had to have known this would happen. Surely he had to have known that Hunter would never be good enough. Hunter should have been killed from the start, and he hates Belos for treating him with the cruel mercy of of an unearned life.
Hunter’s not sure when he’d started sobbing.
He untangles his knees from the dirt and repositions himself to sit on his bottom with his knees pulled to his chest. From this position, he can wrap his arms around his legs and scratch his forearms as hard as he possibly can.
The sting of pain isn’t enough. He wants to flay the meat of his arms open and cause as much damage as possible. Sadly, gouging welts into ins skin with his hands isn’t as productive. There’s no way he can cut anywhere near as deep without a knife.
He looks around through blurry tears and comes to a decision. He’s already here. The Blight girl should be arriving anytime soon. If he’s lucky, she’ll be kind enough to kill him. That would be much easier than dragging himself back to the castle to do the job himself. He’s quite tired from this whole pointless endeavor, anyway. It would be good for her, too—she seems to hate his guts.
He loves a fair trade.
With a cautious serenity lifting the haze of negativity ever so slightly, he unclenches his fists and puts his hands to work, just like his Uncle likes.
It wouldn’t be fair to make the Blight girl dig his grave, too.
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! I too refer to Millie as a rat(affectionate). Poor Hunter has to learn his lesson the hard way but at least got a good outcome this time.
Edit: oh wait, I thought you where calling Marley a rat lol. My point still stands tho
@pincushionx you sly dog you got me drawing again
Marley is more tolerant of strangers but her patience for physical affection since getting the rat has been dwindling. She will likely scratch your face off. The rat would hide but if you wait for her long enough she is a very big fan of sitting in your lap
Omg this is great! Your dog is so cute and silly!! Hunter’s expression too!
@pincushionx I did it >:]
Meet Lucy Van Pelt! she’s very quirky :3 ⬇️
been thinking about caleb haunting hunter after belos dies and, since he cant move on and never got to be a father, he takes care of hunter and tries to make sure hunter doesnt find out so he doesnt get scared
Smooth Hunter go brrrrrrr draw those wolves boy !!
shortened s3? flapjack is dead? what are you talking about. its the summer of 2021, do you think that hunter is going to lose his eye or not?
personal believer in kid hunter drawing fucked up things like the horror movie trope. its how he coped ☝️
Hunter giving Belos a second curse just to fuck with him: ya know I had to double it
Need a version of Hunter where he traumatizes Belos back or something
It’s out of character but it’s a funny thought, like after Hollow mind he says fuck it and commits acts of warfare, psychological and physical on any emperor coven member he sees. He’s been betrayed in the worse way possible and makes it everyone else’s problem.
Sees what Gus can do in labyrinth runners and instantly wants to learn how to replicate it! Heard that Lilith cursed Eda, where she get those scrolls from?! Wild magic and dangerous magic/potion books from Eda and the school, he must have have them!
I don’t even know the specifics on how this would work but all I know is that kid needs to go rogue and traumatize that hag back I say!
People who think Huntlow is edgy sad boy x sweet girl do not get it. Willow is a fucking menace. She's a gremlin. She's not the mom friend she goes "I can show you all the plants you shouldn't touch, and how to touch them!" She's COMPARATIVELY normal next to the rest of the group. She's a lil unhinged too. It is not sweet girl and edgy sweet boy. It is teasing gremlin and snarky depressed but very sweet guy. People who write the ship as Willow being the kind ever patient therapist do not get it. They are so weird about each other. She pulled him out of the fucking sky to join a sports team. They get up to so many shenanigans once Hunters out of the scared jittery cat phase. They're going to be absolute menaces together.
The idea of Hunter going to human college and suffering is honestly so funny to me, same with Vee.
Probably also includes a lot of gawking at the ears and scars if he decided to not use a concealment stone
Bro needs infinite naps
Bizarre request: hunter suffering a food service job
honestly one thing that confused me about toh is how hunter reacted to the revelation that he was a grimwalker. his initial reaction was realistic but later, he seems more worried about having his friends find out that he's a grimwalker than he was about.. BEING a grimwalker.
think about it. if you found out that you were a CLONE of someone else, made by your abusive uncle to fill a role, wouldn't you spiral into existential crisis? especially if you also have the information that there were a dozen other clones before you, and they were all MURDERED by your super awesome uncle?
just the idea of being a clone and being a replacement for someone else is impossible to wrap your head around. i can't imagine how i would feel if i was faced with such information. what other people would think of it would be the LEAST of my worries.
hunter however seems to readily accept the idea that he's a clone. the only time he seems to even think about caleb is during the montage in the first episode of s3 where he cuts his hair after getting a traumatic flashback. but even that is more connected to belos himself rather than the reality of being a grimwalker.
i understand that the series was cut short but i never understood why they put so much emphasis on how willow, gus and amity would react to the news of hunter being a grimwalker.
on one hand, sure, hunter is afraid of losing his new friends. it makes sense. it's his first time being truly accepted and loved by people, and he doesn't want to lose that.
but on the other hand, it seems like he came to terms with the whole grimwalker thing pretty quickly. he doesn't think of its implications, he doesn't take time to ruminate on it or come to terms with it, he just.. doesn't seem to care about it that much at all.
i feel like one of these things is a bit more important than the other.
i just feel like hunter's entire storyline had so much potential for some serious existential crisis and psychological horror even, but the creators barely scratched the surface.
(and again, i wouldn't be saying this if the creators hadn't chosen to focus on completely unnecessary characters and plotlines with the little runtime they had.)