#Flags of Brave

[akans-dead-at-sea]

It's alright

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[malenjoyer]

Hi everyone. I will try to slowly in private my old art since it seems to be something I have to manually do…

I wrote a super long post about how I’ve been trying to process everything: feelings regarding the impersonation, feeling of violation of boundaries, this weird sensation of adjusting to different perceptions of my online self when to me, I’m just a random regular guy.

I’m still processing it but I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want something I love so dearly to be tainted to the point of feeling like I should just blow up everything. I miss posting and I miss reading tags, I miss reading comments… I miss seeing the little snippets of thoughts.

There is still good in that and I still like comics. I want to thank everyone who’s been incredibly supportive so far. I like sharing a space with passionate people who love things I love

[babykittenteach]

👗🪟

[softgothbabe]

Good morning on this fine Tummy Tuesday 🤭

[sunshineandlyrics]

🏳️‍🌈 FITFWT Melbourne, 28 January 2024 ◟̽◞̽

Credit @ hsltlfreak

[eddie-redcliffe]

[douwatahima]

an accurate depiction of me trying to act normal at work today

[sparky-is-spiders]

Ok I do actually need to work on assignments, but here's a short little thing I wrote about aro Jon. Hopefully later I can come back to it and add a few more scenes and give it a good polish (it's a tad rough lol) but for now enjoy. Fic under the cut.

Warnings for: descriptions of burning (about on par with what happens in episode 67 in terms of severity (w/ Jack and Agnes))

“Oh are you working on- er, is that the statement with Agnes?”

Jon leveled a cold, flat stare at Martin. The kind which, in a better world, would be capable of wiping people from existence. Martin failed to dematerialize. Jon rubbed their forehead.

“Case #0071803, yes. What about it.” It should’ve been more of a question, really, but they just couldn’t be bothered with the inflection. They were too exhausted, and quite frankly Martin wasn’t worth the effort.

“Nothing! Nothing! Just…” Martin trailed off for a moment. Jon briefly entertained fantasies of him turning around and leaving. As per usual, Martin failed to meet expectations. “It seems sort of romantic, doesn’t it?”

What? “What?”

“Well… you know… I mean it was horrible, obviously. But… at the same time it was sort of- was sort of sweet? I mean, he must’ve really loved her.”

Jon took a brief moment to compose themselves, “Martin, that’s-” then another one, for good measure. “She-” The memory of scalding heat, of liquid flesh flowing between their teeth, a searing agony they had never experienced and yet knew intimately-

A deep breath. “Forgive me if I don’t see what’s so ‘romantic’ about receiving third degree burns just for a kiss.”

Martin looks hurt, maybe. Or somehow upset. And like maybe his hurt or upset or whatever else is somehow Jon’s fault.

“But… haven’t you ever-”

And wherever Martin was going with that particular line of inquiry, Jon didn’t need to hear it.

“No, I have not. Now if you are quite finished, I need to get back to work.”

They stared him down with as much ice as they could muster, and at least this time, it had the desired effect of encouraging Martin to remove himself from their office.

***

Somewhere in Jon’s flat, tucked away in some crevasse or fallen behind the sofa, there is a flag. On it, there is purple, fading to white, fading to green. A reckless purchase made upon the news of their promotion, when they thought it might just be them and Sasha and Tim, and perhaps it would be alright, if a few other people knew.

It had arrived in a small package on the first day of their new position, when Jon had learned that it would be Sasha and Tim and Martin. They had considered putting it there anyway, in the little clay pencil-holder shaped like a cat (apparently it had been Gertrude’s, and it was quite possibly the only useful thing she had left behind).

They thought about unknown eyes measuring it. Measuring them. They thought about questions, and unwanted comments, and all the opinions people liked to have about love and sex and abstention from either.

The flag never made it out of their flat.

[sarahalainn]

Rainbows, blueberries, and Eiyuden complete

I found the end

サラメシ👩‍🍳

ちょうど発売から4ヶ月後にクリア

全120人の仲間を集められた！

Exactly four months since its release.

Recruited all 120 heroes!

[boobieseekers]

Okay this isn't really transformers-

It's brave police but big transforming robots that are silly :)

GUNMAX AND DECKER!! 💖

Without all the colors n edits :)

Theyre both my favorite so they had to hold hands 😭

Is there even a ship name for them 😭

[cyber-neptune]

Brb going feral rn

https://x.com/gsc_mechasmile/status/1756471886953742412?s=46

[babykittenteach]

You've heard of fine ladies dreaming of being brave knights but how about--

(@celestsea asked me for armor and got armor.)

[kaiasky]

the sad lesson of crowdstrike though is, as always, that crime doesn't pay and it's much more economical to simply convince executives that they need to suck you off good and hard through your jorts, in exchange for the honor, privilege, and good economic value of letting you steal their data and pwn their computers. in order to make some dashboards you can reference in PowerPoint presentations.

[meluli]

Today is my birthday and I wanted Ed as my present ♡

[dallonismysavior]

come back to me!

(x)

[reitheist]

i spent all of 5 minutes making this to use for pride month. if any other lesbian bravern fan wants to use it go ahead lmao