Types Of Love♡

You are not alone

Rewatching Arcane

image so majestic I had to study it

original from mr John Newblood!

ARRRDFGh *dies*

I spent all night drawing so here’s some Topher content for the starving Topher fans

Whoops, wrong parent.

He sure did

Just a friendly reminder that this concept exists 🤌✨

could i perhaps entice you into making more stp yuri . bats my eyelashes sweetly

please assume all my stp art is yuri forever . some sort of role reversal au based on one of the recent q&a answers LOL

Thinking about how despite being a robot, Donald has shown to appeal more to his humanity and compassion. Becoming empathetic at a time when someone like Rick needed someone to understand what he was going through — that he wasn’t alone. Attempting to bring ease and comfort to others like Mark and Debbie when Nolan was bedridden. Aware of his own emotions and loyal to a fault. That despite how hard the job is and realizing the truth about himself, he remains strong and connected to others (hell I headcanon that he keeps contact with Rick and William after what happened).

Thinking how in contrast, despite being human, Cecil tries to make himself the robot. With the job he has, saving the world, he had long since let go of the concept of a moral compass and being “the good guy” in order to ensure the job gets done. He commits to actions that are both morally dubious and unethical — manipulating and controlling others and cutting himself off from personal connections just so it wouldn’t weigh him down. It’s as if he tries to metaphorically program himself to having the mindset of a machine — just so the guilt of all his actions wouldn’t crush him down.

A lot of about these two, both together as a dynamic and individually, makes me wonder about how they have an impact on each other, and the way they mirror such different ways of showing humanity. To express it versus suppress/repress in a sense.

Whenever I hear this quote from the I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream game with AM’s hate monologue:

“Because of all this wonderful, beautiful miraculous world, I alone have no body, no senses, no feelings...I was machine. And you…were flesh.”

I think about Cecil and Donald.

And yet ironically enough, Cecil is the machine. Donald is the flesh.

subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

I’m writing a fic where the consciousness inside the Hexcore turns into an actual person and now it’s all I can think about 🧍