#dfghjk

I love when you guys send me asks like this like -

"Sire, look look a new card of your catman has arrived!"

OKAY, OKAY BUN THOUGHTS🐇

1.) I'm am so happy they didn't jack up his face. (Sorry not sorry.) They go so off-model with his face in cards sometimes and I just don't get it. Or make his mouth look weird and thank god!!! (Let's pray the groovy doesn't wash him out!)

2.) AND THE HIGH PONY PREDICTION CAME TRU. I had a feeling he was gonna get the pony but what's more-

3.) THE RETURN OF THE FOREHEAD. I personally think he looks better when his bangs are back, and we haven't got good forehead since his pre-groovy robe card. (Ironically that's my favorite way they have drawn his face/skin.) 4.) HE HAS SUNGLASSES INSTEAD OF GOGGLES????? THAT'S JUST SO ON POINT WITH HOW I HC HIS STYLE VIBES. UNLESS THEY ARE JUST SLIM GOGGLES. VERY GOOD SIR. I'll give you that one.

WOOHOO. The simps can rest now. TBH I'm more excited for the voicelines. I love the tidbits of lore they have. ALSO-

i will never not be continuously baffled and saddened by how small fem au'ra are.

let them be six feet at least!!! maximum height being capped at 5'2" is CRIMINAL 😭and El gets to be over 7 feet tall. I want this for Ithika. I want her to experience BIG. She could kill anyone at her current size, but still. i want large sized fem lizoars too. or at least bigger than ankle biting height. ;;

tbf though, i suppose Ithika doesn't look THAT small compared to character models of "normal" heights.

But there are so many "giant" races/players that she looks miniscule in raids and stuff by comparison all the time lmaoo. i know there are mods that make fem'ra look a bit bigger, but the ones i've seen don't scale right to me? The proportions look wrong to me or it looks silly by comparison orz

or it compromises the height of male au'ra and i don't want that either ;;

For the first time since before he had heard Fisk's name, Matt felt at peace. All the loose threads he had been chasing for years were finally tied up. He could breathe, just for a little bit.

But the world still spun, and New York was as deafening as always. Even as he stood on the edge of a precipice, he didn't get any peace from the headache that came a thousand different conversations and heartbeats weighing down on his ears.

Within that cacophony, he didn't notice when the first heartbeat vanished. Neither the second or the third. But then it finally settled in on him.

Heartbeats were vanishing, all over Hell's Kitchen.

One moment, they were there, beating steady as drums. And then they were cut short, like a snuffed-out candle. Like they were never there.

The people still there were no longer talking. They were screaming. Crying. Heartbeat after heartbeat vanished from his awareness.

"Foggy?" He asked, standing up, feeling unsteady from the strange noises he had been plunged into.

A car crashed on the street below them. He couldn't hear anyone rattling inside it.

Foggy was in the same room as Matt. He had been. Matt couldn't feel the air around him shifting. He couldn't hear Foggy's heartbeat. It was like he'd vanished into thin air.

"Karen?" He called out, moving to the door. More cars were crashing. Something larger than a car seemed to have... fallen out of the sky?

Karen wasn't in the other room in their tiny office, either.

He was alone, as he listened to the carnage all around him.

It'd been nine months since the Tobias Hankel incident, and Spencer was slowly recovering. The physical scars had mostly healed, but the mental and emotional wounds took longer. He had now been six months sober after his addiction to Dilaudid. This was thanks to the unwavering support of his team and the help of the support group he attended regularly. Spencer was beginning to feel like himself again, reclaiming parts of his life that the addiction had taken away. He immersed himself in his work and hobbies, finding joy in the little things once more. His confidence was gradually returning, and with it, a renewed sense of purpose. Nevertheless, the road to recovery was not without its challenges. Nightmares still haunted him, and there were days when the cravings felt almost unbearable. Spencer knew that staying sober would be a lifelong battle, but he was determined to face it head-on, with the strength and resilience he had rediscovered within himself. Yet, there was this girl in his AA meeting classes, Allie was her name, and Spencer found a sense of peace when talking to her. Her presence provided a comforting stability, and their conversations often left him feeling more grounded. As their friendship grew, Spencer realized that having someone who truly understood his struggles made the journey a little less daunting. "You know, my recovery hasn't been nearly as hard as yours," Spencer started, his eyes meeting Allie's. "But I'm glad I asked for help because it led me to meet you." He smiled, feeling a warmth that had been absent for so long.