#anyways .hhhhh

[erveinangel]

// Divergent Universe thoughts in tags.

[bluismie]

this is catered to me everyone is just going along for the ride

tagging @bunnytalis and @marinara-saucey my enablers on making this one 🤝

[ruubesz-draws]

Baby boys baby

NOT evil...

They both did nothing wrong!

(I can't seem to draw Jeff accurately D':)

[erineas]

OH my god I gotta continue Tilikum!!

[pearsandrust]

hey so in the context of the equivalent exchange thing it really does make sense now why anaxa values love so much. why he travels to okhema just to speak with the families of the dead; why as i've written mentions that he's surprisingly empathetic and good at giving emotional advice. there is a logical reason behind it all:

love is the only power anaxa has never had to exchange anything for.

through love & sheer force of will, anaxa's sister basically changed his fate. her efforts (getting him books, materials, transport to the grove) are what let him become a scholar instead of an outcast. she opened the world up to him and never asked anything of him in return. even though she sacrificed so much, it was somehow worth it to her. anaxa must have seen his sister's love as an infinite source of energy, something that should've been impossible under the laws of fate and alchemy and exchange. a perpetual motion machine, where love is both the motivation and the reward. something that seemed more and more impossible the further he delved into alchemy.

even from a purely logical perspective, of course anaxa would seek to recreate that source of energy in his own life. of course he would try to be empathetic and considerate and giving, despite all his cynicism and arrogance.

because to anaxa, love is the only true miracle.

[rcxdirectrix]

Here's my piece for the @tftarotproject !! Got the opportunity to draw Kaon for the Seven of Wands card!

get the physical and digital copy here: Link

[pharawee]

Can you be with me? Be my boyfriend?

—I SAW YOU IN MY DREAM · Episode 8

[skrunksthatwunk]

thinking about how eiji's a pole vaulter and how ash talks about eiji "flying" and how eiji's associated with bird imagery and how eiji's free (unlike ash) and how eiji comes in on a plane and leaves on a plane and how ash cannot fly, ash cannot be free, how nyc is ash's prison, and how ash is the leopard who dies climbing the mountain, unable to live at such elevation, how he was trying to reach the sky and be free but was always stuck to the earth, how he chose to die instead of climbing back down, how he chose to die where he could see the sky and hope and freedom almost like a bird with eiji's letter right in front of him rather than letting everything go wrong and ruin it once again, how eiji's a failed pole vaulter anyway, how a bad fall ruined his career and grounded him (physically and emotionally), how it took flying to america and meeting ash and needing to save him and skip for him to try flying again, how he landed hard and harsh and still the thought of that escape compelled ash to protect eiji at all costs because if he could fly that means something to him, even if he doesn't think he can fly, how eiji is the manifestation of his hope and how when he breaks and asks eiji to stay with him a while he folds himself over his legs and weighs him down and traps him and grounds him, how ash fights like hell to keep eiji alive not because he thinks he can be like him (hopeful, flying, innocent), but because he makes him forget the gravity of his situation, and so he can see eiji fly again. how he wants to see him escape. how eiji is a bird and ash is a wildcat and how ash never once saw eiji as prey. how eiji never saw ash as a predator. how it is eiji's naivete that first endears ash to him, how it is his freedom and flight and removal from darkness and his ability to leave that darkness that really roots eiji in ash's blood as something essential to him keeping on living in this hell of nyc. how it is that distance from the violence and that hope for the future that ash chooses to surround himself in as he dies. how ash dies in a dream because he feels more than anything that he can't fly like eiji, that he can never leave. how his violence is a part of him and will be forever, how it weighs him down. how he wants to enjoy the view from the mountainside rather than looking up from the ground below. as if they can both fly. as if he is with him up there and not grounded. eye-to-eye with what he can't have, seeing eiji's homeland: the sky. how he dies trying to reach the top because he couldn't take retreating and trying again. how ash, tired and tired and tired and convinced it will go on forever if he crawls back down the mountain, chooses to close his life deluged in eiji, in eiji's insistence that they can fly together, in eiji's hope for him and for them, in eiji's beautiful dream. how ash dies without trying to realize that dream. how ash, in dying, destroys it.

[lilpuffyart]

Boom another silly halmanpoole fanchild comic be upon you

[reineyday]

why do they keep making bucky a government-manipulated pawn 😭 from the american military to hydra to whatever weirdass public relations campaign valentina is pushing the thunderbolts through (see: end credit graphics & the cereal campaign), like he had his brief time on the run and his goats in wakanda but he's sucked back into a sketchy institution once again like what are they doing with him. sure the movie was fun, but every time i think about it i just end up head in hands.

[arcanescribbler]

You'll Grow Out Of It

Snips and snails and puppy dog tails That's what little boys are made of

And don't you mind the pigtails pulled "That just means he likes you!"

Now little girls They're sugar and spice And everything nice

And don't you mind the bitter almonds Buried in the bake

They say: this, or that Snails, or spice They say: boys are tough! "Boys don't cry!" They say: girls are nice! "Girls don't fight!"

They say They say They say "You'll grow out of it"

And make a world That grows you in To fit in a box

Pink or blue Girls vs boys "Action figures" or "dolls" Arbitrary schisms

And I think of a cousin And the toy kitchen set That he loved so much That it stuck with him Forever

And I think of the toy guns Sitting in a drawer That my mother never let me have Until I bought my own

And I think of the baby blankets Crocheted with love For a cousin's child not yet born

I think of the square of gray wound with rainbows Harder to stain, easier to clean That I cursed at And grumbled over And packed in a shoebox Ready to gift

And I think of the lurid pink bobbles My grandmother works slowly With her tired hands Barely begun

I think of sitting with my cousin In my room Picking out colors

I think of my young hands Swift if clumsy And the hours spent

And I think of that pink blanket Barely begun Having waited to know An arbitrary pair of chromosomes Before the work could start

And I think of a baby not yet born

And I hope that they grow out of it.

[chopshajen]

A little more of the Trickster Cat :D

I liked the sketch but questioned my life a lot trying to execute the details of the design. And I’m still figuring out what I want to do with colors when I do use them, so until then everyone gets to be in the Gray Void LOL

But despite my complaining nothing is more fun than indulging your own niche interests, highly recommend ❤️💛 I STILL need to do some dance poses though

[ruubesz-draws]

Just doodle

Minus One: Sneak 100

[applestorms]

new fic up 🎉 everybody clap

continue...

[thedailymonarch]

Happy birth!!

[babacontainsmultitudes]

I guess you could say they really put the eat in beat this episode heh heh heh ok