Gamer Flirting

my favorite krusty teen 💚🤲

Trying to draw Frank but I cant seem to get him right

Also I changed my watermark (is that what they’re called??)

thinking about how the love between mother and son is such a prominent theme in heroes of olympus…

percy, who would do anything to keep sally safe, who would destroy cities if that made her happy. who would sacrifice himself without hesitation for her, who thinks that she deserved - not anything that she got, much less him as a son - but the whole world, and all the peace and love it has to offer. why couldn’t he protect her like she should have?

luke, who had his mother taken away when he was young, not by death, but by a burden that the gods had bestowed upon her. had to watch as she screamed at the gods that he would later grow to hate and rebel against, one question asking itself in his head as he loses himself to kronos: why did you leave her broken like that?

frank, who lost his mother to the very thing he’s supposed to embody. who has the capacity and the urge to do what he was made to do, and yet can’t bring himself to do it, because is this really what she would want him to be? how is he supposed to fight for those he loves, if it all feels like turning his back on the person he loved the most?

leo, who was tricked into thinking his mother succumbed to the flames he himself created. whose pain and misery stemmed from the moment that garage door shut. in his effort to protect his mother, he had killed her, and he sees her face every time he closes her eyes, and every time he sparks at the finger tips. can a son who killed his mother ever be a hero?

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

Some buff girls with attitude

so i’ve been thinking about this lately

the girls in security breach all fckin rule

Listen, Listen, I know head canons abt. Soras and Ventus relationship are scarce but listen, Ventus loves Sora so much.

Sora saved Ventus life, linked their hearts, let him stay and heal and Ventus spent ten years being with Sora while he grew, played, fought and laughed and suffered and loved.

Whether he was concious or not (which apparently he wasnt but their hearts were literally linked come ON) You cannot tell me that Ventus does not feel incomprehensible amounts of fondness for Sora. You cannot tell me that Ventus wouldn't throat punch God themselves to ensure he's okay. That's his boy. That's his little guy.

Try telling me I'm wrong I dare you.