Happy Earth Day!

no because it’s really really important to me that in a world where we’re so used to the heroes punching and shooting their way to victory, thunderbolts* went out of its way to show us that the void is still very much a part of bob, and bob is their friend, so they’re going to accept every facet of who he is and give him a soft place to land, even if that means they’ll have to be the ones to pull him back from the darkness every single time. because that’s what friends family will do for each other, no questions asked.

OUGH HES SUCH A COMPLEX CHARACTER. I LOVE HIM.

Damien’s subtly, melancholically told character arc will never let me go! All these specific climactic changes in his development, they make themselves present in the Darkiplier he is controlling (as much as you can call it control). It just makes so much sense, especially after DAMIEN, and I love how much it makes my heart crackle.

His leader-to-rebel arc.

His pawn-to-prisoner arc.

His peaceful-to-vengeful arc.

His “We’ll go through this together“-to-“We don’t need the others” arc.

His sweet-to-intimidating arc.

His inviting-to-deprecatory arc.

His optimist-to-mysterious-pessimist arc.

His “We can do it”-to-“I am so tired of this” arc.

The way he cares less and so much more at the same time.

The way he is misunderstood.

The remaining constant is his want for justice. His honesty. His will to make things right.

THIS MAN WON’T GIVE ME A BREAK.

I keep thinking about the fact that Bucky first met Bob as Sentry!Bob and then got ... taken apart by him and then saw him as The Void but, later in the void-world, still decided that what he'd heard about him from Yelena and the others and what he had come to know about Bob was enough for him to become protective and save Bob from the void because thats exactly who Bucky is at his core!

He will protect the ~tiny guy and he will be the grumpy old uncle and I love that we finally get to see him as such again!

That you at the bottom, @notyourglitchbitch?

A doodle :3

I cannot WAIT to see all the Void fanart and edits omg

(Evil laugh)

Little did they know..

I was creature.

THE creature.

STOP USING AO3 FICS FOR YOUR SHITTY AI MODELS. WE WORK HARD TO WRITE, UNLIKE YOU PEOPLE. JESUS CHRIST, IT'S NOT HARD TO BE CREATIVE. YOU ARE STEALING FROM PEOPLE, TAKING OUR WORK.

STOP STEALING OUR WORK, YOU DICKS.

I'm archive-locking my works. I won't let my stories that I WORKED HARD ON be used by AI scrapers. I encourage those who see this post to do the same, as scraper bots use anonymous accounts.

GO GO GO!!!! DA SWEEP

ROUND ONE OF THE OFFICIAL GACHA SEXYMAN CONTEST

The District Attorney is by @jacksepticeye-simp

GoldenBloom is by @fluffykitten246

Eryn gently pets the cat, staring numbly at her bloody hands. She presses them against her eyes, and she's honestly half tempted to rip them out. She needs to suffer for what she did. Natemare's family was gone. Those four kids were gone, because of her. No amount of pain would ever add up to the pain she caused. She was a horrible person, if she could even be called one. She feels light-headed, and it occurs that she should probably get herself patched up considering she's got many a wound, some bleeding considerably. No. She won't allow that. That's the coward's way out. She looks back up at Phantom, unsteadily pushing herself to her feet, leaning against the bar. She's aware that the souls that were with her upstairs are standing on the staircase, but they aren't her focus right now.

Eryn doesn't know how long she sleeps for, but she finds herself slowly stirring a while later. She keeps her eyes closed, rolling over and hoping to go back to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It may have been 3am, but that didn't mean Eryn's guard was any less vigilant, standing stock-still just a few feet away, sword still in her hand. In the time the teen had slept, several more souls had come into the room, all of them with the same palpable tension as Callithie, though none of them had chosen to arm themselves. The only light came from Tobias now, softly glowing through the darkness, the flickering, shimmering quality of his flames making the light dance. Tap. Tap. Tap. Every single soul tensed, straightening slightly - in one case sitting up from where they'd been half-laying in the curve of an aerial hoop - looking around for the source. Callithie raised her blade a little higher. "...if shit hits the fan, protect the kid," murmured a soft, southern-accented voice. Lilia shifted slightly, pulling blonde curls up into a more combat-ready ponytail. "None of us can die... she 'ain't so safe from whatever's comin'..."

bob doodles because i went and saw thunderbolts for the second time yesterday