#I haven't decided yet

[itsdefinitely]

Aren't I so much better now that I'm just a normal guy?

[the-badger-mole]

PLEASE elaborate on dark Aang killing Sokka, I love your ideas

Aang's demonstrated a lack of respect for the SWT customs and culture. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that they are more overtly dependent on hunting than the other nations, but also I think there's not a little bit of classism, too. As they get older, and Aang becomes more insistent that the whole world be more like the Air Nomads, it would become a sticking point between Sokka and Aang. Suki would also not trust Aang blindly, which would influence Sokka, too. The tension between them would grow over the years, not at all helped by Sokka's feelings about how Aang treats Katara and her children.

Over time, Aang's support for the soft colonization of the NWT of the SWT would become too much, and Sokka would demand that any NWT transplants are subject to the SWT's laws and customs just like they would be if they immigrated anywhere else. Aang would argue that the more "sophisticated" NWT was having an enlightening effect on the rustic SWT. His thinking is that the NWT's influence would bring the SWT closer in line with Air Nomad philosophies, or at least the philosophies as he understands them. Sokka's not having it, though. One day Aang goes too far and supports what is essentially a coup that would leave Sokka as chief in name only so the the NWT can set up an annex government. Of course Sokka will not stand for that. At this point, the rest of Aang's friends see the problem, too and go to support Sokka. There is a skirmish between the NWT colonial forces and Sokka's warriors. Aang goes into the Avatar State, trying to end the conflict, but he attacks the SWT forces, who are being led by Sokka. Sokka takes a hit and he dies. It's too fast for Katara to even attempt to heal him.

When Aang comes back, he sees the death and destruction he's caused. Sokka  is among the dead, and Aang is at a crossroads. He can either realize that he has failed as the Avatar and become the very thing he was supposed to protect the world against, or he can retreat further into his selfish denial and lament what he was forced to do.

Sokka's death has a ripple effect. Fire Lord Zuko officially voices his dissent of the NWT's occupation of the SWT. Katara takes her brother's place as leader of the SWT, and she leaves Aang, taking her children with her, including Tenzin. With Toph's influence, Gaoling and Omashu both unite with the Fire Nation against the NWT and Aang. Something like the Equalist movement takes shape in the SWT and the Earth Kingdom, and Aang finds himself facing backlash. The people of the world begin to question the actual duty of the Avatar, and how much say he should have in any of the world's conflicts.

[lovely-------lady]

Decided to start work on another jacket since the first one went so well. Going to be cherry blossom themed this time.

[jester-d-ace]

Quick Buggy sketch which came out of nowhere. Caught in the act of longing for a certain red-haired pirate.

[beesthebees]

Zebix squeaky toy

[gauloiseblue]

Ugh now I have the mental imagine of a flustered monster!König Stück in my head for a long time if you do write it I'm reading that shit immediately fr

Hopefully, I get enough motivation to write it because it's gonna be a long one✌️

[gildengirl]

Is it just me, or is "imgonnagetyouback" extremely Abby and Townsend coded?

[hellomagicalsouls]

i stg every photo ive even seen of klaus hargreeves he's going through something. has this even been given a break?

he needs - no deserves a break, give him a blanket and some tea and just pause for a little bit.

boy is stressed, im stressed looking at him. god they're gonna kill him aren't they? (again)

or at the very least he needs to acknowledge and accept he's not happy and maybe get some help. a therapist could live like a king off one of these siblings

[swiftieinbrazil]

[eowyn-igneelcheshire]

I am once again returning to my creepy pasta hyper fixation so have an old Candy Pop/Jason the Toymaker piece I did back in 2021

[alloru]

oc drop number three!!

remember the winged oc I showed you a while back? even if you don't, here she is again with a lot more intricate shading! I decided to carry on doing the coloured sketch thing, because I think it's a good format to show you my kids :>

she's literally my oldest original character from the story that's been haunting my brain for over half of last decade and that'll always guarantee her a special spot in my heart! <3

have a delightful next 24 hours everyone and stay hydrated!

[witch-sweets]

OCxCanon jumpscare

I am aro/ace but I thought it would be funny to have some of Harriet's jealousy of The Empress be a form of Sapphic attraction

Basically Harriet has a huge crush on The Empress but also wants to take down the Nyakuza at the same time

Anyways the context for this scene is that police cats have been showing up more around the metro and Harriet invited The Empress to meet at a Cafe to "discuss how they should handle the situation (Harriet just wanted to go on a date)

They decide to make a temporary truce and work together to take down the police and stuff

I might make a full fic on this but I'm not good at writing romance

(Original sketch under the cut)

[saline-coelacanth]

I'm making another silly Ninjago poll because they bring me joy

I chose not to include Zane or Pixal since them being nindroids means they never really were little kids, so it didn't make sense to include them.

[trensu]

an excerpt of the newest chapter of the halfway house fic based on this past post. Enjoy :)

“Steve, come get your furry little menace! He’s chewing up my laces again,” Robin grumbled.

“Maybe if your laces are ruined, you’ll finally buy a new pair of shoes,” Steve snarked. Steve walked to the living room to find Robin attempting to tie her old Converse only to snatch back her hands every time the kitten took a swipe at the laces in question. “He’s just a baby. He wants to play.”

“He can get his own laces to play with, then. And there’s nothing wrong with my shoes. I’m not going to go buy new shoes when these are perfectly functional. And my favorite color.”

Steve scooped the kitten up even as he kept reaching for the laces and cuddled him to his chest. Steve rubbed gently behind the kitten’s ears until the kitten relaxed into tiny purrs.

“What do you think, Dustin? Should Robin get new shoes? Raise your paw if you agree with me,” Steve said. He lifted the kitten’s right paw and waved it a bit, making the kitten squirm. “See, he agrees with me.”

Robin snorted and rolled her eyes at his teasing smile. “I still can’t believe you named him Dustin.”

The kitten chose that moment to start climbing up Steve’s shirt to reach his shoulder. His tiny claws pricked at Steve’s skin through the thin fabric but they were so small, they barely hurt at all. Steve laughed as the kitten settled on his shoulder and began to mew at the top of his lungs.

“It’s not my fault he looks like a Dustin,” Steve insisted. When he brought the kitten home two days ago, Robin tried to name him something else but Steve put his foot down about it. He found the kitten, and he thought the kitten was a Dustin, so no other name was allowed. 

Dustin let out another mew so loud he nearly toppled over. Steve pulled him off his shoulder with an amused huff. Dustin wriggled incessantly in his hands. Steve lost his grip on him but thankfully he had gotten him close enough to the ground by then that the fall was negligible to a cat.

“Okay, okay, we’ll play for a little while, you needy baby.”

He and Robin were waiting for payday to run to the pet store for more supplies. They were lucky that their neighbor across the hall had an old litter box that her cat had outgrown, and a couple of spare food bowls. She had even given them a few cans of wet food, cooing over the kitten all the while. Dustin, apparently, was a charming little guy. He obviously took after Steve. Robin had punched him on the arm when he said as much.

In the meantime, they were using old bits of string and a little orange ball Robin had stolen back when they worked at a mini-golf place. The kitten seemed to enjoy them well enough but Steve planned on getting him fancier playthings and some catnip. He rolled the ball across the floor and the kitten chased after it. He pounced on it, wobbly, which sent the ball rolling again for another chase. Steve laughed. Robin giggled along with him.

“He’s lucky he’s adorable. Otherwise we’d be having problems, him and I,” Robin said with a grin. Her mischievous demeanor softened slightly. “I’m glad you found him, you big old softie. Now you can stop moping so much.”

Steve ducked away when she reached to ruffle his hair. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, lightheartedly. “Maybe if I do a good job with him, someone will finally let me have a kid.” 

The kitten had apparently gotten bored of the ball and was attempting to climb up the back of the couch. Steve quickly grabbed him so he would damage the upholstery. He booped the kitten’s nose.

“What do you think, baby? Will I be a good dad? Be honest.”

Dustin grabbed his finger and gnawed at it while making the most precious sounds. A purring mew.  Steve’s heart melted; though from what he had read, he really shouldn’t let Dustin get accustomed to using his hands as playthings.

Steve resigned himself to losing half his paycheck to cat toys.

Continue on Ao3

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[ace-in-gotham]

People having y/n moments.

Meanwhile, the only thing I am having IS MENTALA BREKDOWNS FROM EXAMS!

In other words, if I disappear for several days, I am fine, just cosplaying a goblin. Unless it's more than a week in that case, I have been kidnapped.