#anyway aaaaaaaa

[persephinae]

this isn't even the ship i was complaining about

canonically this man married this woman and loved her until the very last moment he trusted her. he had a daughter with her

PLEASE ask yourself why it's only the black characters you're doing this to

Like I don't fucking care about shipping discourse but when you SEE a pattern every other post please ask yourself WHY

[pixlokita]

Oswald's mom is kinda-

[erabu-san]

Fontaine soon

[shattering-of-stardust]

WJHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Hey Tumblr user Suffrin it's the Siffrin from @shattering-of-stardust

Uh.

Maid Du Pays amiright?

Salutations, fellow frin! This is a really unsafe place for us Siffrins huh!!

....OHhstarsdidyou-- did you see that-

ummmmmm

-Sysfrin ( @shades-sys )

[cornflowersandspoons]

Rewatched the Beast movie, got emotional about it, and like... what if... Chuuya self-love self-care??? 🥺🥺🥺 He needs it, he deserves it, he should get it.

Full thingie ⬇️

[yin-shimo]

All the things that I'd do for her, lose for her The way I'd make heaven and earth move for her Sin for her, live for her There's nothin' I wouldn't do, oh, I'd kill for her

-jumps up and down- MY HALLOWEEN RENDER IS ADAY LATE DEPENDING ON YOUR LOCATION BUT ITS HERE!!!!!!!

[aliothbuzzsawshark]

(Isabeau goes to touch your shoulders.)

(You feel lightheaded.)

(You’re disgusting, having him touch you just to stay sane.)

[transformers-earthspark]

New Starscream render/photo leaked!

Source: tfwiki.net

Code: S1C#5337

[sugashook]

unrelated reupload unrelated to anything

[seagull-scribbles]

The Lesbians doing each-others make-up meme but its these two idiots!

This also inspired a one shot, which you can read on AO3 [here] by @veritas-dolos 💖

[rex101111]

I like how Habenyan is like, "Oh hey! Chaldea! This place looks kinda neat, I think I'll like it here! One question though....WHERE THE HELL DID THIS FUCKING CANON COME FROM!? IT SURE AIN'T MINE!"

[insert-something-funy-here]

I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD A LITTLE MOMENT OF GAY PANIC HERE RIGHT?

ANYWAY TAKE SOME SELF INDULGENT DOODLES LOL:

BUT LIKE, WHEN SAID THAT AND I IMMEDIATELY WAS LIKE "WOAH HEY," AND THEN HE KEPT GOING AND I WAS LIKE, "OHHH, YOU MENT IT LIKE THAT OKAY PHEW-"

[psymachine]

[say it, you fucking coward.]

belated fanart for @ratcoffin69 -- click the link and go read their incredible fic rn!!

[vonlipvig]

WE'VE GOT A PIC. IT'S STARTING. AAAAA.

[avantgardetheseventh]

Francesca's story has to be the most interesting of them all. The first thing she'd poured so much heart and love into - a humble piano - was all she was. Happy to be defined by her music, happy to talk about her interest. Entering into the social season, perhaps with no interest to get married on her own but doing so just to get her mother off her back - she'd just wanted someone kind who would allow her to keep her piano, practice her music. Love was a distant thought. It would be a coincidence if she were to find somebody who shared the same interests as her. Social seasons were difficult on their own. Fran doesn't go in with expectations.

Enter John. He's quiet, reserved, takes an interest in Francesca's music. She is elated. He's someone kind, someone who is willing to listen, someone whom she can just stay with, no pressure to woo them with flowery language. They're such a perfect fit - understanding of each other on such a deep level despite not having spoken to each other one bit. Francesca lets herself be vulnerable, be seen.

She loves him. It is not everyday they find someone who is able to accommodate the other's interests, let alone barely tolerate it. They carve out a space just for themselves; it is everything they've ever dreamt of. Not just a fancy house or surface-level pleasures, rather an invitation. There's no pressure to proclaim love out in words. There's just no pressure to simply exist; breathe in the same air as the other. It's wonderful, the love treats them both with so much kindness. After all, that's what they've wanted, right? Someone kind?

Francesca doesn't take John's death very well. Piano is to her as John had been to her. The things she loves snatched away from her. How long would it take before she loses her ability to play? The jubliant compositions turning slow, mellow and one day, she ends up forgetting it entirely.

She must move on someday, right? John would not be willing to keep her in one place. Where does she go? Who will treat her with the same kindness John has showed her? Who is she willing to carve out a space for - taking time and energy to just love? It was easy to love John; a slow descent into a warm embrace. Who will she ever share it with, if not for him?

Michaela is Michaela. Stubborn, daring, charismatic, social, attractive. Encouraging, perhaps. Maybe she doesn't understand Francesca down to her molecules when they first met. Maybe Francesca is a bit nervous herself - besides ruminating over her attraction to women, trying to piece together an explanation - she is scared. A little. Change doesn't do Fran much good anyway, but she's willing to try.

Michaela lends her a hand - perhaps, after years and years of Francesca adamant on going through it all alone. She accepts it. To step out of her comfort zone, but not too much as to overwhelm her. Step by step, like a waltz. Moving on, rebuilding her hands again to play her piano, to create with reckless abandon. Slowly, it transforms into love. A different kind of love without fear. A love that treats her so gently, arms tight around her but also unafraid to drag her out, let the sun on her face again. It's something kind, something new. Two sides of the same coin. And yet, there's also a space built for them to share. A love of something warm, a feeling of home and yet, a love filled with so much daring hope.

[chaiencefiction]

CNMN’s “Wanderer” Costume