There should be an American Revolution BASARA
Or something like that, yknow? Like, have George Washington speak random Japanese or Spanish or something. “ESTAN PREPARADOS SENORES?!” and stuff.
I mean- Japan has a bunch of Sengoku Era based games, some I’ve never even heard of, and what does the U.S have? Nothing.
All we gotta do is up the homoerotic subtext and handsomeness and I’m sure you’d have a great franchise with tons of fujoshi going, “George Washington x Alexander Hamilton is my OTP!”
Or the Civil War.
Grant/Lee is otp!!!11!1!
Hell, throw in the World Wars too.
I have always said this and wanted this for America.
I believe I discussed this with Kakko and Mudds somewhat recently in “If the American Revolution Was Sengoku Basara” Part One and Part Two
Ohgosh, Victoria and I have discussed this and basically, it should include the American Rev up to the Civil War if only so I can fight Andrew Jackson with Sherman, and play an alt route of Hamilton’s shoving the Federalist Papers down Jefferson’s throat. Also, Henry Clay never ever dies.
GRANT/SHERMAN OTPPPPPP
re: Health progress on the python
- Good News: Nagini is healthy enough to snap at me.
- Bad News: Nagini is healthy enough to snap at me.
Arthur does not speak to Merlin for a week after finding out, and by “not speaking,” I mean, “not speaking in the most immature way possible.” At breakfast, when Merlin forgets the sausages, he hints at the utter lack of elongated greasy meat on his platter by staring into space for ten minutes and then by tipping the plate to the floor. Before practice, when Merlin pulls the straps a little too tight, Arthur grunts various animal noises into the mirror and flexes his shoulders with great distress before Merlin rolls his eyes and loosens the buckles. At dinner, when the King—yes, King—discovers a spot of mud still sticking to his boots, he stalks outside, dumps a bucket of water onto the dirt, muddles around, and then stomps straight into Merlin’s room.
“What is his problem!” Merlin later screams, but Gwaine is too drunk to give any sort of conscious advice.
Finally, at the end of the week, when Gaius has left for another herb collection trip, Arthur bursts into Merlin’s room (with clean boots).
“Merlin!” the King barks.
“What,” Merlin grumbles from under the covers.
“Merlin!”
“What?!” Merlin shouts, now flipping over with eyes wide open.
“…. you’re a dragonlord, aren’t you?” Arthur so sagely deducts.
“… you’re brilliant, aren’t you.”
“Well, I have a dragon in dire need of taming,” the King sneers.
“I told you, for the last time, Sir Percival’s biceps don’t qualify as—”
Arthur drops his trousers.
Merlin snaps his mouth shut.
A pregnant pause rolls through Merlin’s room.
“And by dragon,” Arthur exclaims brightly, “I actually mean, my—”
“—yes, I know, your—”
“—penis.”
“—penis.”
(Source: vulgarians)
More sketches. If you remembered any of the 30 characters posts, they are frequenting this sketchbook. I think it might be of laziness, or efficiency. Or both.
I have watched many artists sketch before, but Ling is the only artist I know who draws like a waterfall.
It’s important to have strong images of women out there, women who aren’t afraid of expressing themselves, women who aren’t afraid of taking chances, women who aren’t afraid of their own power. Unfortunately, being a woman in society means that sometimes you have to sort of quell what is instinctually broad and magnificent and magical about you.
— Gina Torres
