happy that we're raising awareness but you can't make a post about this without mentioning that they collaborated for the sole reason of combining their last names like this
Big fan of all those other purple links and how “Associated prime” is untouched.
Environmental storytelling
I can finally post my Megaman @mechanicalheartzine contribution! Here's Zero from the missile scene in MMZ3 (I really love that he goes 'Gulp!' here)
Also funfact: it's the last place I stopped in MMZ! And also my laptop's motherboard hardcore fried when I was still working on this, honestly a miracle that I managed to continue working on this behemoth
some good omens drawings i made this week!
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just to hide outside your door 🐍🍎
buying a new set of brass knuckles from the local weapons dealer is something that can be so personal actually
it's always better to be a bad dancer with a friend
I am literally begging you to draw more Kirby
him busy eating burgies
Put Heath’s fire back cuz I was bullied

but steel is heavier than feathers original by yura moonbow
how do you reconcile with liking morally imprehensible content and problematic media?
i dont reconcile w anything bc i dont give a shit thanks for sending me this batshit ask tho
does anyone have that tweet that was a list of characters people draw like they belong in the sistine chapel. does anyone know what im talking about
yk that trope where a lady is beating shit out of someone with a handbag?
a new weapon - BACHELOR'S BIG ASS BAG
Daniil comes to the warehouse looking worse than you’ve ever seen him, which is almost impressive, honestly. You’ve seen him burnt, bruised, stabbed, and beaten unconscious, but you’ve never seen him worse than when he enters your makeshift laboratory, cigarette dangling in his gloved hand. The embers land artlessly on your floor and singe it before burning out. You don’t have it in you to be cross about it.
[…]
Daniil takes a long drag of his cigarette and exhales. You’re used to him either exhaling out the window or exhaling right in your face, depending on how ornery he felt like being. Now, the breath goes nowhere in particular and the smoke just lingers. You don’t complain about that, either, because the smoke smells like him. You like it. It makes you miss him, even if he’s right in front of you.
Based off of ripened until it is real by shcherbatskayas, because I love second person POV fics and this one hits just right 🥺💕
Hi, would you like to maybeee elaborate and write more 'Griefdrey at the beginning on their twenties' headcanons? I am, in fact, not normal about this one imaginary vision and I am starved for the...
GLADLY
"I used to like liquor to get me inspired
But you look so beautiful, my new supplier
I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking
But I found a different buzz
The world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it
I know they got pills that can help you forget it
They bottle it, call it medicine
But I don't need drugs"
- from "High Enough" by k.flay
Do you have any headcanons for how Grief and Andrey's relationship is like? What do you think Andrey has done for the town's criminals? (i saw your tags on the voice lines reblog)
OH FRIEND...... YOU HONOR ME WITH THIS ASK YOU DO..... i got so excited to answer. i'm actually writing an angrief fic atm spanning from when they meet to when the game ends, but because i'm a very very very slow writer it's not coming out anytime soon. if you're interested tho wink i'd be happy to send u a very short sneak peak in dms wink
regarding headcanons tho, i'll try to be concise but honestly i have many unorganized thoughts and feelings about those two. should also be said that i have a timeline in my head for pre-game events that probably doesn't match canon at all, but it makes sense TO ME and time in pathologic is more of a suggestion anyway sooo hihi let's go
i was at a haunted hayride tonight and a guy dressed up as an undead cowboy approached me and got in my face and called me "prettyboy" and then he walked away to scare other ppl and then he came back looking for me and said "wheres my prettyboy" and then he found me and said "ah there he is" and got in my face again and i. was so high all night and that was so crazy. bro how are u going to get in my face and taunt me in a cowboy hat and call me prettyboy. how am i supposed to exist now.
hey its the following evening and its occurring to me that he probably does that every night to whoever is the most identifiable homosexual on the hayride. gay ppl will literally put on a halloween costume involving a cowboy hat and call u prettyboy. buddy maybe u should stop calling me prettyboy and start calling me on my cellphone



