#but I almost changed my plans

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[mattodore]

birthday boy 🎂

[skrrtscree]

burn my dread 💀💙

[redraw of sorts of official art, the og under the cut]

[patrickztump]

these are the last blues we’re ever gonna have, let’s see how deep we get…

[puppyeared]

AND I MET THE CHANGE GOD TOO. OKAY. COOL OKAY

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

I just saw your story about Tintin stealing the whistle and I really love it. I am kinda curious, how would Chang confront Tintin? Would it be a "yelling at the top of your lungs in the streets of London" or a "you are not leaving this room until we talk this out"? Because I don't think Chang can get through Tintin through peaceful means.

Context, this is a continuation of this post. Tintin steals an ancient Chinese whistle from a museum archive to return it to where it came from when Chang offhandedly mentioned it was stolen by Europeans. Later on the first night of Lunar New Year, Tintin comes to realise he has feelings for Chang and believes the kindest thing to do is to Avoid Him until his feelings go away - Chang can sense something is up and isn’t willing to give up on him yet.

Haddock is still pissed off at him. The argument they had in China made him reflect on their friendship. Deep down, Haddock is wondering what he would be without Tintin and decides to take Chang under his wing, part motivated by childhood nostalgia, pity for Chang, spite for Tintin and a desire for validation.

[synthshenanigans]

this is a fair bit older but i just remembered it existed so take this while i doodle stuff of the new song

chonny gaming

taken from this post v

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[wish-i-were-heather]

CONAN GRAY SANG AN UNRELEASED SONG AT MSG IM SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP WHY WASNT I THERE WHAT THE RFYCJSKADJHF IAM UNWELL CONAN CONAN CONNAAANNN WAHTTTTTTT ANOUSHAO

[blorbobutworse]

Hey guys,,,,guess whos not dead?!

Teen Dad Logan :)

Or, I suppose more accurately, Young Dad Logan. And by adjacency, Uncle Dad Victor.

This turned out to be one of my largest pieces of writing ever Bee-Tee-Dubs so its going to be under this to not Kill You All:

So in this AU they meet when they're 10 and 11, Jimmy just out of foster care after they found out he's a mutant, and Vic a few weeks after murdering his Father.

At first, it's honestly Jimmy showing Victor a lot of things. Simple things, like how to forage and how to scent, but it's all...quiet. Jimmy already carries a sense of shame for his ferocity that Vic never enjoys. So he draws the kid into fights, helps him laugh until his face is red with laughter instead of shame. He learns about him, and in turn Jimmy learns about him. Happy enough kids until things turned south. One was locked up and the other ran away. They escaped and found each other. It was meant to be.

Victor gives him his new name. Jimmy hasn't felt like His in a long time and the first time Vic calls him Logan, he beams.

Vic still calls him Jimmy when he's scared, but it's their little secret.

Anyways, they stay rough and tumble until The developers in the Weapon X project find them, aged 14 and 15 respectively. It's Victor's idea that they stay. Logan, for all his desires to settle down, feels chafed by the military, but Vic sees through that, see's what they could be, in the future. See's him and his Runt living free after serving, what's a few years as lab rats if they get all their adult life? What's being looked at like a monster when he's allowed to be a monster and still get schooling? Logan doesn't think any of these things, but when Vic nods, he does too.

They're only allowed to be together for the first three months, and then their forced apart, to 'reduce codependency'. They last two years without each other, and when they're reunited...things are different.

Creed has grown into his role, with each murder proving that his dad wasn't special, he's always been meant for this, how dare Anyone Try to stop him. He's become an Animal. Sabretooth.

And Wolverine....is Wolverine now. But doesn't take long before Vic realizes somethings wrong. Wolverine glances at him, but there's no glint of recognition in his eyes. As Creed starts to question him, he thinks it's a clone. So he Kills It.

Its only the third time Logan revives and puts his claws through Creeds chest that Creed realizes it's his runt. Still, being forgotten stings, being ignored stings worse, and there's a lot more blood shed before the guards are able to separate the two.

Safe to say they butt heads a lot more. Vic goads him often, word for word the way he used to, and like a house of cards, Wolverine always folds. The only times he seems to come back to himself for a moment, are the moments after Creed's killed him, and he's just waking up. He'll get a look on his face, one Vic recognizes. He's seen it a hundred of times before, even if the runt always tried to hide it:

Fear. Exhaustion.

They never talk. Victor pets his hair as Logan's throat is rapidly sewing itself back together, or Logan rumbling under Vic's body as his puncture wounds close. In those moments, Logan Remembers.

...

It all starts to fall apart when one Logan Howlett, at the fresh age of 18, is chosen to become Weapon X.

Creed sees red. This was HIS goal, His to earn, that stupid brat doesn't even want to be here, Logan doesn't even remember why he's-

He doesn't even remember why he came here in the first place.

But Sabretooth is smart. He figures out when, and where, they're going to do the operation. And obviously, he bursts in.

As he does, he overhears a Commander noting that they should 'wipe wolverines mind clean one last time, to make sure he's only obedient to them.

And that is First Strike.

Victor lashes out, taking down a doctor and a guard before anyone can blink. But his noise distracts the surgeons and other doctors carefully monitoring The Wolverine's Adamantium intake, and one of them nudges their controls in their scramble to get away, pushing significantly more onto his skeleton than originally planned.

Victor stops when he hears screaming.

Logan hears....nothing. He knows the procedure is going to begin, but he doesn't know when. When the burning starts, he goes to that little place in his head he pretends he doesn't have. He sees flashes of Creed's face, snarling and smiling, and he feels...safe. He sees white, and red hair and...hears yelling. His eyes open, and immediately close as salt water rushes into them. He breathes unsteadily through his

The water stops draining but the burning doesn't stop. Worse, his head feels like it's being torn apart, a feeling he remembers but can't name. And suddenly, nothing matters because,

Sabretooth is calling him Jimmy and why why WHY DOES EVERYTHING HURT OW OW OW OW OW OW Victor help please please plEASE PLEASE VICTOR VIC-

...

Safe to say the adamantium causes even more psychological damage to them.

There is one single benefit: The Memory Adjustment failed. In fact, it failed so bad that Creed, for three whole days, get's Logan to himself.

They don't do much. Logan wakes up and launches himself at Vic, legs collapsing as his ligaments struggle to accustom themselves to the weight of his new bones. He's in constant pain, mostly just looking at Vic with big, sad brown eyes until he lies back down with him on the shitty Hospital ordered bed. It creaks under them, but thankfully never gives.

When they do talk, they don't talk about the memories. About Wolverine gutting Sabretooth to prove a point, about Sabretooth biting out his spinal chord, about Wolverine ripping out his teeth in claws. None of it matters. They know it can't last. Creed didn't plan, and Logan is too weak to think, not that he does much of that in the first place.

After those days of clarity post operation, Logan is wiped clean. And for the next year, it's back to normal. For Wolverine at least.

But of course, Logan has to beat him to the punch. Literally.

Around a month after the one year anniversary of his Surgery, Wolverine comes Bursting through the training rooms, with twenty guards hot on his trail. Sabretooth, a Predator, Obviously follows. Logan runs and runs and runs, and eventually rips the door of a particular room, to reveal...

an eerily large room filled with tubes. There's wires and things being suspended in liquid, and at first, Victor can't comprehend what he's looking at. By the time he reads 'X-02', Doner Wolverine, Logan's already broken three of the tubes with his claws, uncaring of the thick glass cutting him open in retribution for being shattered.

people go flying, and as they hit equipment the room itself begins to collapse, separating Sabretooth from Wolverine. Wolverine continues through the rooms, ensuring that there's nothing deeper inside that can help them make more of him. He has enough nightmares. Sabretooth stays back to help finish the job. All those tubes don't destroy themselves, you know?

He finds a room full of his samples, and a woman in a chair. A woman with a bullet in her neck instead of her head. Poor thing had probably gotten caught in between him and the guards. But why was she just sitting-

The woman has a baby in her arms, tubes still attached. He growls for a moment, moving to finishes her off, but freezes when she and she's groans.

"Laura...Laura..."

Logan looks at her little beady eyes, mousy brown hair, and knows...she's his.

Before he's even thought about it she's cradled in his arms, evidently all wrong because she starts to wail and Vic skids in, shoulder denting the doorframe as he stops and stares at the scene in front of him.

The woman gives one final shudder, and her head lulls. Dead.

Still, there's no time to think. Victor hears thuds getting closer to the room, and as he looks to his right he realizes there's only one way out. The window. Oh well.

with a swear, he lifts Logan by the back of his jacket and gives him a shove, and his back goes strait through the paneling and out of the fourth story. Victor whoops, and follows him down. By the time he's already made his much more elegant landing, Logan is groaning and cussing him out as much as his winded lungs will let him, which is a surprising amount. Still, Vic scruffs him again and sets him on his feet, and nods in the direction of the woods.

"Lets go"

And they do.

They end up being surrounded by the X-Men somewhere in Maine and are "Invited" to Stay at Xavier's school. Logan decides for them this time. A house, a promise that the government will be dealt with for them, and that he can get all of his memories back are very good motivators. And they an finish their education.

Victor actually...enjoys classes. He likes being smart, and it's easy. Logan does Charter school. He had lasted exactly a week in public education before deciding that if he had to deal with one more idiotic comment from one of those stupid fucking kids he was going to-

Well. His words were Not Child Friendly, so he made sure to cover his kid's ears. Besides, he's bonded with fellow teen Rogue and preteen Jubilee and Kitty (his daughters) like little sisters, but he never really settles unless he's with his Kid. His Laura.

He had to fight to keep her, a young unstable mutant like him was not the ideal parent, but for the first two months, she sobbed if anyone else held her, terrible screeches, and would reach for him to the point of falling out of peoples arms. And, he had imprinted on her to. He swore he could tell when she was happy or uncomfortable before she could, would burp her or flip her back onto her back before she got fed up with tummy time.

Vic is Terrified of touching her but refuses to admit it. He carefully runs his finger down her pudgy little cheek, in awe of her soft skin against his knuckle, when she moves suddenly, and she attempts to nuzzle her way into his palm. He, obligingly, opens his hand. When one of his claws scrapes her hair, he freezes, waiting for her to cry out. Instead, she burbles happily, honey brown eyes giving him long, slow blinks.

She likes his head scratches the best.

Logan sometimes falls asleep with her on his stomach on the couch, leaving Victor to carry him AND his clingy baby back to bed, the crib next to them so Laura can still grab onto Logans finger. They sleep together now, in a nest of blankets and pillows, Logans hand always off the bed but still somehow still touching Vic, as if to make sure he's still there.

Their codependency is back full swing, and the only time they can be reliably separated is when Vic goes to school, because he goes with Scotty, and the Boy Scout would never let anything happen to another mutant, even if that mutant makes him want to shoot him with his laser-beam full power just to see what would happen.

Thankfully, because of Victors presence, the Mind Adjustment does actually work, but it leaves Logan questioning his parallel memories for years. In the process they realize that...Victors memories have been tampered with too.

But that, is a story for another time.

[deliciouskeys]

First day of a vacation I’m not 100% sure I even want to go on: flight canceled. Next option tomorrow afternoon (same time).

If there’s one more day delay it will become a problem.

(Not actually crying, just irritated)

[doodlejoltik]

my favourite writing device is having an un-Rei-liable narrator

[blorbologist]

Architects of our Demise | Chapter 9

[ Age of Arcanum AU | Perc'ahlia | M ]

[Vax is the Warden of Ravens, Vex is his Champion, Percival is the creator of aeormatons, and FCG is vibing]

--

They agreed to continue sleeping in shifts, at least until Percival could be sure of Faithful Care-Giver’s stability.

He had been sure it was a reasonable idea - until he woke to find the aeormaton at the helm.

“Where’s Vex’ahlia?” Percival asks, any drowsiness gone. 

“Smiley day, Percy! And, well, I ‘unno,” FCG replies. 

Which is roughly when Percival begins to mentally weigh his options and how much FCG must actually weigh if he is to throw the thing overboard. And roughly when Vex’ahlia swoops up over the side, displaced air buffeting Percival’s cheeks.

“Woah,” says Faithful Care-Giver as Percival bites down on a shriek. “Mornin’!”

“Good morning!” Vex’ahlia cries, her voice already becoming fainter as her wings carry her away.

Percival catches himself waving before he thinks better of it. To think he was worried! 

Fuming, he storms along the flank of the ship. When Vex’ahlia dips into the sea of clouds, he can only spy her thanks to the gleam of gold she wears and that braid; the wings do not disturb the water droplets until they beat.

“Vex’ahlia!” he calls, hands cupped to his mouth. No response. “Vex! What is going on?!”

“Enjoying the low-lying clouds while they last,” she replies. Her cheerful expression is exchanged for a slightly more concerned one, wings not so much folding as sharpening. Only for a moment is she an arrow diving towards him before they unfurl and she is a woman once more, not a weapon.

“And you left the helm unattended?!”

That earns him a grin. Apparently this isn’t serious. She does not land for this conversation, instead flying at just the height for her face to be level with Percival’s. Here he can see that the clouds have absolutely soaked much of her hair and clothes, and beaded what it could not with hard dew. 

“FCG was right there, though.”

Percival narrows his eyes. “You know - you know! That’s not safe!” He could include an excuse that Faithful Care-Giver does not know how to fly this thing, but. They both know better.

Vex’ahlia rolls her eyes. “It’s not my fault you slept in, darling,” she singsongs. 

The Grey Huntress marches through the sky at six knots an hour; apparently little trouble for divine wings. There is a mismatch to their rhythm and the pace Vex’ahlia keeps. Where on a bird this size such wings would labor, instead they seem to beat to their Champion’s mood. At the moment she glides, crisp sunlight is transformed into the hazy hues of evening as it filters through the plumage. 

“It’s not that late,” he says at last. 

[Prologue] [Keep reading on AO3!]

[noe-clara69]

Could possibly be working on an aftg gender swap fic (aftg where everything is the same except Neil and the twinyards are girls)

Anyways, having difficulty figuring out what Neil’s name should be

Lmk if you have more ideas and I’ll make a new poll

[flowerakatsuka]

just came to the realization that the sextuplets died a week before kuroba's birthday.

[plushie-rater]

Can we send requests of our own plushies for you to rate? :)

Thanks so much for asking first of all. I’ve been thinking about this a whole lot (even before I drew the first plushie here) and I think I’ve finally decided that at least for now, I won’t be taking submissions for plushie ratings. Without getting too serious, the main reason is that I’m afraid that it will stop feeling as fun as it does now. I also really enjoy how happy people seem to be when they see a surprise rating that they weren’t expecting, which would happen much less often if I was spending time drawing submissions, too. I really hope that everyone understands

[bugscreating]

More art. I’ve haven’t drawn for years until recently. So I’m trying to figure it out again. And shading confuses me, so sorry