#and he was j born like that

[canneddolts]

[gomzdrawfr]

About this rb (the op linked this video in their twt before) and I wanna share it too

This. Pair with @on-a-lucky-tide post about Price 🤌🏻

[soupmanspeaks]

Don't stop me, don't stop me, don't stop me! (hey hey hey!)

[princeofuchiha]

Tobirama, some time after Hashirama's death: What do you mean I have to be the inspiring one now. That's not- I mean. Fuck.

[starry-bi-sky]

love love love still born au, I want to be your parent but I can’t parent the way you need Vlad and Bruce, Danny is the broken mirror for Damian Bruce and Vlad the RESONANCE bitesyoubitesyoubitesyoubitesyoubitesyou

ow ow owowowowOW IMMA BITE YOU BACK (affectionate) WATCH OUT. And aaaa i'm so glad you like the still born au!! Danny really is going thru it <\3 and you understood the dynamic I'm going for for Vlad and Danny perfectly raaaaah. And for Bruce too!! I'm not still not sure who discovers who first but the pure angst of Danny finding out first and due to his own poor self-esteem and negative experiences jumping to the conclusion that Bruce replaced him is extremely tempting. And even then, Bruce is so emotionally constipated that even his best efforts might just not be what someone like Danny -- who desperately wants to feel wanted -- needs.

and HHHHHh "he's a broken mirror for Damian, Bruce, and Vlad" YEAH. YEAH. Danyal's been a ghost since he was born and Talia told Bruce he was stillborn, that boy is haunting EVERYONE. He's bruce's unaware failure, Damian's 'could've been', and Vlad's mirror. This poor boy, someone needs to burrito him in a blanket and let him sob on their shoulder </33

the worst (best) dynamic imo here is danny and vlad's in the sense that they do earnestly want to be each other's family but their morals are diametrically opposed and so it cant work unless one of them changes. they're playing tug-o-war with the other's beliefs but can't seem to get the other to cross that line.

i am so mentally ill about these two in this au.

[checkadii]

mfs do anything but finish their wips . like startign another, for example

[glitchfang]

wouldnt it be funny if bruno’s biological alpha parent was just chill

[shrimp-child]

Bio Peter Stark fic except the fic actually looks into how Tony would actually raise Peter because Peter was born in 2001 in the MCU and Tony would not have been a good father back then.

[aglitchysylveon]

I decided to remake a shitpost art because I didn't like how lazy it looked, so here have the two emo Alternates again but in Shadow and Mephiles onsies.

(They hate it)

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[aroacegundamalex]

It’s necessary that characters in mecha shows have stupid names. It keeps us humble.

[possum-quesadilla]

YOU HAVE LOOPJUICE'S EAR SCAR!?

Im a tiny bit concerned

Yeah, I do, haha! Although not as deep as his, obviously, and caused by somewhat different incidents. And I don’t have the cool pointy ears, just plain ol’ hearing loss.

Yeahhhh, I had to get inspiration for LoopJuice’s Juno and Beetlejuice’s mommy issues from somewhere, didn’t I?

[gglitchshit]

what if i made another lucien au huh. what if i made an au where him and magnus are in a metal band and they're both the same age and they're like still in school. what if i made that huh. what if.

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

just found some oldass ofmd art of stede and ed as classic mlp ponies and disclaimer that i've only seen a handful of mlp episodes like a million years ago but i was struck with the sudden thought that ed's cutie mark would be the red silk he got from his mom but he would cover it up with a drawing of the kraken

[voiceofsword]

Speaking of Shiina parents, do you think they'd have another kid? Like they come home one day and now Niki's a big bro

ill admit its not something ive thought about, ill say no because the thought of them having their own little family while they left niki alone depresses me shskdhsksg

it also reminds me of a character from like fire force i think where a kids parents go into debt so they make up that they’re going off to save the world and ditch their son….but then it turns out they were just in hiding and had like 3 other kids while this character thought they were off fighting evil and idolized them for it AND IDK IT JUST MAKES ME SAD? L

niki would probably laugh it off and be an amazing big brother but man it’s one of those moments where hes probably thinking oh i was a bother so that’s why they left me and had another son… :(

[pynkhues]

My friend and I went to see Saltburn and went in completely blind (typically we read the whole storyline prior to going). We were not expecting all of that. We agreed that Choices™️ were made that we wouldn’t have made ourselves, haha.

So interested to hear your thoughts if you want to share 🩷

Oh gosh, yeah, haha, I feel like going in blind must've been a bit of a shock.

I kinda knew what to expect because a friend of mine had already told me it was 'if Talented Mr Ripley was dumb' and I'd seen a bit of the press for it so was expecting certain scenes, and look - - I was just commenting to @nakedmonkey, but I do think the worst crime a movie can commit is to be boring, and I don't think it was boring, so it had that going for it at the very least, haha.

Some of the performances were fun (Rosamund Pike in particular is always great), but overall, I just think it was just a really shallow film that was less interested in character arcs or relationships than it was in shock value. It flirted with these rich themes of class and race, power, attraction and intimacy, control and freedom, and it just chose the cheap shot every time. It was more interested in making the audience gasp or cringe than it was in actually having the characters evolve or devolve in a way that - - y'know, told a compelling story, and any shift in a dynamic was handled so limply that it had no real emotional impact.

I don't know. I still had enough fun watching it (my cinema was packed and the audience skewed pretty young, and their response was hilarious), but I just ultimately don't think it had as much to say as it pretended it did.