Writing an angsty oneshot about Redcloak and Right-Eye, immediately post-massacre.
Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE
WAIT SO THAT’S NOT WHAT IT IS
"QUICK THE COPS ARE COMING!" *everyone frantically tries to collapse their trestle tables*
This mental image is my favorite thing
Please reblog if you are a girl and have ever been made to feel ashamed of one or more of these things (wanting to prove a point to some asshole):
-your clothing choice
-your amount of make up
-not having sex
-having your period
-not appreciating catcalls
literally all except 2 jfc
Literally all. And some by my family.
[image: drawing of Redcloak from the Order of the Stick. He’s scowling at the viewer, his red cloak flowing in the wind. He has an eyepatch.]
If V was for my new followers, Redcloak’s for me.
I was trying to catch Redcloak’s Serious Business nature and age while also trying to keep him young and teenage looking (I’m pretty sure he’s supposed to look like he’s in his late teens/early twenties? Everybody is drawn as stick figures in the webcomic so…). It was only when I was doing the lines when I was reminded of Zuko, from Avatar: the Last Airbender.
don’t mistreat people who are sincerely kind
don’t use them for their generosity
and for fuck’s sake don’t take them for granted expecting them to always be there because they’re nice
good-natured people can be worn down so much that even they can become jaded
treat these people right