#(maybe future project)

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel bad for neglecting Hazel so much, I do have many thoughts about her.. and also a mermaid au that im probably not going to do anything with

[homkamiro]

sniperscout marriage 🥺

"Man, if we've been dating for so long...does it mean we will have to get married?"

[twigsyy]

[inkly-heart]

Hi, just wondering do you ever plan to release any Br0ken colors plushies? I would love to have my own mini Damon.

If I ever get a chance then yeh!🌱

[flan200]

[0yorixu]

unfinished drawings bcuz motivation died

1: 18/11/2024

2: 25/10/2024

[saranilssonbooks]

Snapped this by mistake last week whilst at the museum and thought to myself "that reflection is probably something Ahab hallucinated seeing outside his window, lol". A few days later, I came down with tonsillitis and during a fever dream I had this image of him standing in his kitchen in the middle of the night, dressed in a night shirt, holding a half-eaten sandwich in his hand and staring out at a Moby Dick apparition. Maybe I'll doodle it some day.

[kagooleo]

doodlin some joh’s

[cozylittleartblog]

if star wars was pitched for the first time in today's entertainment industry it would be turned down. and so would any other thing that's currently a "big IP". where do idiot executives think the IPs come from to begin with???

[sergeantgoggles]

I'm gonna need someone (me) to write a multi-chapter fic about TBB finding Kix in Dooku's treasures and Rex clinging desperately to him (and Echo) because they're all that's left of the Torrent polycule. Complete with all kinds of guilt and smut and angst and smut with a smattering of Polybatch.

Rex takes them to where the 332nd went down to say goodbye to Jesse, and then they start searching for Cody.

When Crosshair rejoins TBB, he tells them that Cody went AWOL, and Echo brings that information to Rex and Kix, and thus starts the hunt.

But yeah, Rex taking Echo and Kix to where he laid Jesse to rest absolutely breaks them. It was easier to be told that they were just gone, but there's a body beneath the dirt and snow here.

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They land where Jesse is buried, and Rex has never brought it up before, so Echo is a little confused when they land the ship.

He asks what they're doing here, because they're supposed to be going to Bracca to salvage supplies, but Rex heaves a sigh.

"You'll see. Come on, both of you."

Echo and Kix exchange wary looks but follow him off the ship. They walk for a little while before Echo observes the buckets in the distance.

"...This is a grave," he whispers to Kix.

"...But whose?" Kix asks with a frown, and Echo shrugs at first, because he's just as clueless. He opens his mouth to ask Rex when he sees the unmistakable Republic cog painted in gray and blue on the bucket in the front.

"Rex," Echo hisses, and he falters, "is that--"

He doesn't get to finish his question, but he gets the answer anyway when Kix bolts between them with a sob trailing in his wake that is an unmistakable "Jesse !"

"Kix, wait!" Echo calls after him. He doesn't wait for Rex. He knows their Captain will be behind them. He watches Kix rush to where there are a large group of brothers aligned in formation and gently touch the bucket with shaky fingers and he start to collapse, but he slides to his knees and catches him, cradles him close.

"I've got you," he murmurs quietly, shakily. Tears stream down his cheeks even as he rocks Kix in his arms.

Quietly, Rex stops behind them, tells them the whole story of the 332nd, and Jesse's last stand to fight for what he thought was right under the chip's control. He thinks Kix is going to punch him when he reaches for him, but he's pulled to his knees and suddenly his arms are full of his two remaining partners mourning yet another lover they couldn't save.

[tomwambsgans]

the temptation to write a christmas romcom-esque tomgreg fic is calling me......

[horsemeatluvr23]

sashwammyvoid !!!! with alcohol marker and fineliners in my sketchbook :D i'm so so pleased w how this turned out n i had so much fun drawing all the little details

[raineandsky]

#115

The villain slips out of sight, and civilians crowd the hero before they can think to follow. Several microphones materialise half an inch from their face.

“What does it mean for the city when villains get away like this?”

“Why is this villain so difficult to catch?”

“[Hero], this way!”

“[Hero]!”

They can see one reporter elbowing his way to the front of the crowd. He nudges his glasses up his nose awkwardly, a clipboard in one hand and a voice recorder in the other. He looks like an old school nerd, in a way.

He manages to wrestle his way to the front of the mob, miraculously. The hero isn’t convinced even they could do that. He clears his throat, adjusts his shirt against his neck, and presses a button on his recorder.

“What are your relations to [Villain]?”

The hero could’ve not spotted him and it would’ve been the loudest question of them all. Their gaze snaps to him traitorously before they can stop themself. He stands there expectantly, his voice recorder raised slightly towards them.

“My relation to them is that they’re a criminal,” they say carefully, a response well-practised, “and I am the person who will put them behind bars.”

That prompts a flurry of more questions, but the hero can only watch this one reporter. He nods, and they’re not sure if he’s trained to stay neutral or if he doesn’t believe them. Their stomach flips uncertainly.

“Can you really be the one to put them away if they keep evading you?”

The hero wants to smite him where he stands. They try to force a confident smile that probably looks more pained. “Then the victory will be all the sweeter when I finally catch them.”

“Are you helping them?”

There it is. The other reporters go quiet, curious. The hero’s aware they probably look like a cornered animal, but they can explain that away later. They were worried that the masses are losing faith in them, perhaps. They can throw a speech together tonight.

“Why would I be helping a criminal, sorry?”

“I’ve done some of my own research.” The reporter pushes his glasses up again as he looks down at his clipboard. “The villain’s getaway car looks alarmingly similar to yours.”

Another flip. Would it be bad to claim they have somewhere to be? They don’t have any answers prepared for this. The reporter’s watching them with an intensity that’s making them feel sick. Avoiding the question is worse, surely.

“It’s not my fault if [Villain] has impeccable taste.” They glance out over the sea of people, trying to seem distracted. Fuck it. Time to go. “Look, guys, I’ll answer everyone’s questions when I’m not actively chasing a criminal. Job first, interviews second.”

The hero flees like the fury of god is chasing them. They can feel eyes on them as they go, that little pain in the ass watching them the most intently.

They practically throw themself into their car, slamming the door like it’ll hide them from the outside. “Took you long enough,” the villain says from the backseat.

“Reporters,” the hero explains shortly. The villain hums thoughtfully.

“Always is.” The villain sighs, tearing their gaze from their phone and up to the hero. “What’s this week’s conspiracy?”

The hero turns the car on to ignore the question for a moment. “They think I’m working with you.”

The villain barks a laugh at that. “Can you imagine?” Their eyes turn back down to their phone amusedly. “A’ight, let’s get outta here.”

Gladly. The hero pulls out of the little alleyway, checking the streets for reporters, unexpectedly nervous, and onto the road. They always take the back roads like this. They don’t need any more reason for people to get suspicious. One reporter putting the thought in people’s heads is enough.

“Don’t get any ideas, by the way,” the villain pipes up after a bout of silence. The hero was quite content to listen to the rumble of the engine all the way back. “You work for me, not with me. Let’s keep it that way.”

The hero nods. The less they have at stake in this stupid little charade, the easier it’ll be to get the hell out at the first opportunity anyway.

[batcavescolony]

Im gonna say something controversial

Some of you are disappointed in the Agatha All Along finale because you expected too much.

[jovialoddity]

Sub-par Redraw of one of my favorite images on the internet to sate my Chicago brainworms

[wanderingmaskdragons]

i made a bean!!!

a friend sent me a video tutorial on plushies (linky here) and was like "hey i bet you could make a dragon bean with this." and BY GOLLY THEY WERE RIGHT

bonus detail: beans (of bean)