everybody give it up for this brand of green. round of applause for most under appreciated green
They/them pronouns but not because of gender but because there’s two guys in there
i really like in fiction when they're like oh no!!! the bad guys are about to win!!! and Character Who Keeps Trying To Sacrifice Themself For The Greater Good is like. gentlemen i have an idea
Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.
Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.
They will be safe. It doesn't matter who else or what else burns as long as They will be safe.
I will be safe. The hunger and the cold will never touch me again.
Fuck any bitch who's prettier(/cooler/better-liked/better at making dumplings) than me.
Yes, Master
Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. LOVE ME!
I know the terrible things these so-called "heroes" will do if I don't stop them (<- is absolutely wrong)
I don't want a better future, I want a better past!
No other way to get performance art funded these days
Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intend to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.
since mrs, ms, and mr are all descended from the latin word magister, i propose the gender neutral version should be mg, short for "mage"
bumping your OCs ages up every few years because they’re starting to feel like infants to you. reblog if you agree.
Hardened cybernoir PI voiceover: …and then there are the old-timers, bent over their screens, chasing the endless scroll and the notification high. Can’t blame them, I guess. They grew up back before we knew how addictive the Internet is, poor bastards never stood a chance. Me, I time myself, never spend more than an hour at a time on screen. ‘Cept on bad days. *takes a doleful drag from an e-cigarette* On bad days I leave that timer off.