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[keferon]

the average keferon fan experience

[screwpinecaprice]

I was trying to eat noodles neatly and for some reason I got sad midway. So I drew them messy eating a biscuit and a strawberry to combat sad noodle blues.

[frownyalfred]

Not an abo au imagine the suit specially protecting Bruce’s abdomen and thats how they find out that bruce is pregnant

Oh I’m all over this….the suit, the Fortress, hell even the dog….and Clark and Bruce are just bumbling along in ignorance, because nobody told them Kryptonian tech could do that….and nobody thought too hard about how protective that tech was, suddenly, of Bruce….

[spamtonsometimes]

3wait no stop that wait

[christakisbang]

[mamawasatesttube]

the timkon fans who shit on bart are annoying, the konbart fans who shit on tim are annoying, and i don't actually know if there are timbart fans who shit on kon, but i sure hope not, because they'd be annoying. the three of them are a set!!! do NOT separate. red tornado literally assigned them one shared brain cell. what is not clickign

[foursaints]

addicted to thinking about regulus black as a living wound. he’s an erased act of history. he’s defined only through three separate acts of betrayal, first his brother, then his family, his friends. he is a massive scar on the life of anyone who was close to him and he leaves those marks on everything he touches. the reader can only really get a sense of who he was by tracing the exit-wounds he left on the lives of other people… he isn’t haunting the margins of the story because he walked away from it, with purpose, a long time ago. he’s a fragmentary text of which translation will always be approximate. he is the fact that even the oldest, healed-over, invisible wounds will be reopened through exposure to scurvy, too much time spent at sea. he’s the burnt edge of a manuscript! he’s the scar that unknits itself when proteins denature!!

[summer-oil]

men who make you spell it out properly when you send them an ’ily’ text <3 my beloveds <3

[senblades]

Redone pricing (again!), and this time with comics!

As stated, DM me or email me if you're interested!

[102ki]

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

imagining Charlie having an Oh moment when she finds Vaggie napping in a chair one day, early on, with Razzle and Dazzle sprawled out over Vaggie like they're trying to cover as much of her small body as they can with their own even smaller ones-

Charlie pulls out her phone and stealthily inches closer for a picture (she's doesn't' wanna wake them she swears) (she's just never seen something so cuuuuute-)

but a floor board squeaks and Razzle cracks an eye open to glower while Dazzle shushes her

and Charlie stops

There's another Oh... moment, because they've never shushed her before. They were brought to life to keep her safe and they've always only cared about that one thing- it took months for them to stop following Vaggie around the house suspiciously, like they always did with anyone Charlie tried having a relationship with, like a pair of silent, plush guard dogs-

(glaring at Vaggie from shadows, from across the table at breakfast and dinner, from the pillows directly over her head when Charlie finally convinced her maybe sharing a bed would help with the night terrors)

-but that'd all changed, at some point. Only, Charlie hadn't noticed until now

now she does. Now suddenly, she wonders

Charlie creeping over on silent, careful hooves, to gently stroke between the tiny wings of her childhood friends, looking from them to Vaggie's relaxed and sleeping face (getting a little lost watching her, for moment) (reaching out to tuck back a strand of the hair Vaggie is growing out long, accidently stroking Vaggie's cheek, forgetting to take her hand away afterwards) (the longer hair is hard not to play with, she excuses)

Charlie leaning in and asking Razzle and Dazzle, in the softest whisper-

"....are you keeping her safe for me?"

a pair of soft little churrs rising up in answer. Two little plush demons, snuggling closer to Vaggie as Vaggie frowns in her sleep, shifting restlessly, stirring-

Charlie freezing bc she has NO idea what to say if Vaggie wakes up and finds her- well. looming kinda?? while Vaggie SLEEPS???

it feels different than just already being there when Vaggie wakes up in the night, different in how waking up like that was normal when they'd gone to bed together, but crouching down to STARE at someone like this, with your hand still on her cheek, scared to move it in case that REALLY wakes her up when she DIDN'T get much sleep last night and DIDN'T wake you up that time for some reason so you couldn't snuggle her or make her feel better and now you might startle her instead or make her feel awkward which you hate- you don't want her to ever feel awkward around you-

it doesn't matter though

because Vaggie settles down again, as Dazzle croons quietly and Razzle reaches out a little paw to gently press her arm

she used to jump and flinch a little every time she saw them

when did that change?

these days she flicks little snacks at them from off her plate, no matter how many times Charlie reminds her they have their OWN plates and their OWN donuts and are just begging to get ATTENTION, the little show-stealers-

(not like Charlie's doing that too by complaining) (noooooo) (not like she grins like an idiot when Vaggie smiles and says cute things deserve a little extra attention, while looking over at Charlie instead)

these days any annoying demon who comes looking to curry favor with Lucifer (or trying pulling one over Morningstar's "naïve" daughter) gets pinned by THREE dangerous glares while waiting at the door for Charlie to hurry downstairs and meet them

(or rather shoo them away before they say something too not nice and Vaggie grabs her spear while Razzle and Dazzle get within ankle biting range)

when she thinks about it, things have been different for a while now

better. They've been better, and Charlie still doesn't know when or how it happened, and maybe that part doesn't matter so much anyway

in the present, Charlie takes the chance to retrieve her hand (reluctantly..) so she can slip off her jacket and tuck it around the three of them- Razzle, Dazzle. Vaggie- her two old friends and one new but very important one-

important enough to be considered part of her, by them as were created to protect her

and that's a new idea too. but she likes it a lot, she thinks

she likes being part of a family again

-

Vaggie wakes up a good solid two hours of nap time later with Razzle and Dazzle draped over her like furry boas and Charlie's head in her lap, a former Exorcist absolutely COVERED in cuddly demons-

she stays completely still for another hour more afterwards, stiff neck be damned, watching the three of them sleep. Smiling.

.... (it's only the three of them, later)

(when vaggie flutters up and finds razzle curled up on dazzle's memorial, the night after the battle. when she tucks him into her shoulder and heads back to her and charlie's rebuilt room. as a relieved and teary eyed charlie scoops him up and the three up them huddle together under vaggie's reformed wings)

(it's only three of them... but part of why charlie cries that night is knowing dazzle did his job- vaggie is still here)

(dazzle did his best. and for everything charlie lost, the old hotel, too many of the cannibals who followed her, almost all the egg bois, sir pentious, dazzle himself, the faith that she could solve all this without anyone getting hurt...)

(she didn't lose the part of herself that'd held her together the night before the battle, held so many other times, through family calls and failed meetings with heaven) (she didn't lose vaggie-)

(and some of charlie's tears that night, for dazzle, are grateful)

(he died trying to keep charlie safe. and he did. he did)

[xinilia]

aloy would hatteeeee her fandom wiki LMAO

[soullessseraphim]

Do you like your new baby brother Killua

[trapped-in-my-story]

"Helloooo?" *A high, raspy voice calls out, distorted and staticy,* "Is anyone there?" *They don't sound scared or upset. Just... bored.*

[Two figures answer the voice's call. One is a Red Steve, M, his mouth sewn shut. The other is a Shadow Sabre, still covered in bruises, his skin very pale but not fully gray yet. Both are covered in scars, both old and new.

The sky behind them is yellow with pitch black clouds, there is no sun. Both look around hesitantly before landing their eyes on the camera in front of them. M shakes Shadow's sleeve a bit, looking warily at the camera. It has green and black markings that seem to float...]

Hello..?

[Shadow looks nervous, but trying to keep M from worrying.]

Guysss what're you looking at??

[A very young Sabre pops up behind them, trying to get a look at the camera. Mal can just barely see his horse hooves behind the other two.]

Sabre, we don't know. Go back to the base, please.

[Shadow is trying to block Sabre's view, but it isn't working.]

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

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