#dont fight with me its canon

[ethereal-ocean-eyes]

Kate Austen & Juliet Burke | Lost S3E15

or that one gay ass fuck episode cause what business does juliet have looking at kate like that??

[hinamie]

the new jjk cafe fits have been living in my head . no thoughts except yuuji in a letterman

[shyranno]

I've been sad lately so I've been trying to boost my serotonin by drawing Jedi AU youngling trainer Maul (who I affectionately call Dad Maul)... it works :))

[starry-bi-sky]

im dedicating this to @detectivedarling. i felt inspired after seeing their little ficlet yesterday sadhjfl 🫶

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Danny's grip on his cane tightens.

"What—"

His voice cracks. He stops, clears it, then tries again in spite of the nausea twisting in his gut. "What are — you, uh, watching, Bruce?" He sounds horribly far away.

Bruce doesn't look at him, his attention laser-focused on the screen. Which is— fine. It's usually not a problem, Bruce gets like that when he hyper-focuses on a case, and unless it's urgent — or he's been at it for hours — Danny sees no need to pull him away from it. He likes the quiet camaraderie they have, it's companionable and unique to the two of them.

He wishes he was right now though. Looking at him, that is.

That way he wasn't watching what was clearly one of Danny's ghost fights. One of the nastier ones, if the collateral damage and rubble on the street is of any indication.

Danny tries to remember which one that is. He shuffles a little closer to the desk, ignoring the rock in his stomach or the ugly weightlessness in his arms. It's not the blood blossoms, that much he knows. He just recently had an injection so it shouldn't be bothering him this soon—

So it's just nerves. Perfect.

Most footage of his fights are— messy, at best. Unusable at worst. Amity Park was obsessed with appearing 'normal' when they first started happening, and typical news stations censor the worst of the fights anyways for publishing, since they can get pretty gory at times. And ghosts move too fast to be caught on regular standard cameras, not including distance and light and—

That is to say— finding usable ghost fight videos is hard.

Danny wonders how Bruce got his hands on this one, and then stops wondering.

The audio is muted, which is - good. Good, because the fight is ugly and chaotic and clearly this was taken on someone's phone. Fuck, he can't remember if he ever saw that before — clearly not. They're hiding behind an overturned car, and Danny grits his teeth so he doesn't tell that idiot to run.

The camera turns up, and focuses on two figures in the air. It takes a few seconds, but when it does, Danny gets hit with a wave of vertigo. His grip tightens and he leans heavily on his cane, he waits for the black dots to disappear.

He- uh, he remembers this fight now. Uh, sort of.

He remembers being twelve at the time, and he remembers some of the injuries he got out of it. His eyelid spasms abruptly. This ghost wasn't one of his regulars, so he doesn't remember whatever name they had, barely remembered what they looked like up until- uh. Now.

Was he always that small? Well— Phantom's never been particularly big, perks of being a dead kid, but— it's - different. Seeing it from an outsider perspective. Was he that small? Or is it just because he's wearing a jumpsuit clearly too big for him that casts the illusion of being small?

Doesn't really - matter. Now. He can't access his ghost form, and he already knows the answers to his appearance.

Phantom is clearly bleeding, viscous and violently green like the bubbles of a lava lamp, clutching onto a limp shoulder that's missing an arm from the elbow down. Half his face is drenched in similar blood, the eye on the drenched side is closed — not because he can't see through the ectoplasm.

Danny's memories of that fight slowly come in a bit clearer. Right. He took a pole to the eye in that one. That had - hurt. A lot. Getting an eye gouged out usually does. It and the missing arm took hours to grow back.

He rubs his eye with his palm for no other reason than it itches.

The other ghost isn't untouched of any injury either, but he's not in a state of dismemberment like Phantom is.

Danny drops his gaze down at Bruce, whose sitting in his chair with his hands threaded together, looking so tense that Danny half expects to meet solid steel if he were to touch his back. His face is - blank. Terribly blank, with an intensity in his eyes that Danny doesn't see often.

He looks terribly distressed.

He opens his mouth, and finds that nothing comes out. His throat is thick with an ugly, tar-like feeling that makes his eyes sting. Kinda reminds him of when someone wraps their hands around your throat and presses. He closes his mouth, then tries again.

"B—" hhhhhh, "Buzz."

Finally Bruce looks at him, one hand slaps the space button on the keyboard, and the video pauses. His expression doesn't shift, but there's a weight in the lines of his face that reminds Danny of a set of weights sagging.

He looks quite like he's grieving something.

Bruce opens his mouth, his voice comes out terribly soft and heartbroken: "He looks like you."

Which is— a terrifying sentence in and of itself. One that makes Danny's legs shake and ignite his ragged, poison-chewed nerves alight with the need to run. An instinctive urge to deny, deny, deny.

How could he? He could say, that's a ghost, Bruce. I'm not a ghost. He could crack a joke, and ask, 'do I look dead to you?' or say something about how he knows that his parents studied ghosts, but that didn't make him one.

He could say that, and he could say it knowing full well that Bruce would see right through it. He'd probably let Danny too.

Danny closes his eyes. They sting, you see? So does his nose, right in the back like someone popped him in the face. And his throat is thick and gross and like someone stuck a spider, the big fat tarantula kind, right down into his esophagus.

He breathes in — through his mouth, because his nose stings and so it'd be best not to irritate it further with air — and it's terribly shaky and uneven. But it clears a pathway to his lungs big enough for him to say — whisper, really:

"You know, I think you're the first person to notice that."

[ganondoodle]

did a little sketch yesterday that i really liked and tried to get it done today just so i got literally anything to post- but i fell into the trap of 'making sketches to elaborate and thus really stiff and non fun' (for me), ... soooooo .. im redoing the whole thing

but the idea was a mummy ganondorf for my (yes still existing) totk rewrite; i wanted to make him more scary looking and also emphasize just how horrid it must be to be kept in between life and death by having your heart grabbed by a cold and vengeful magical hand for thousands of years (in this case the ancient queen .. which i also tried to sketch despite not showing up aside from her dissolving hand)

the spell starting to fail and his body being more damaged in some parts (jaw being only the bones left for example) and his chest open from being slowly eaten up by the queens magic, the ribs contorting around it like its a gravitational pull- sounds cooler than it looks bc this sketch did not work out, so im saving the details for the .. hopefully, better version

[numberonetribble]

When your love for each other is so great and it becomes something bigger than either of you, oh that's family baby!

[fiendishartist2]

im trying to figure out how to draw him

[caruliaa]

playing around with this picrew and made lesbian odypen

[princescar]

Enomatsumiki ot3 charts bc them and Chappell Roan is the only thing that has been keeping me stable

[hinamie]

9 / 266

[chocolatecake47]

Ezran hates that they are at the banther lodge right now. 

He’s well aware how that makes him sound. The spoiled child king, spent his entire childhood in a cushy castle and now he was complaining about sleeping in a cabin. Others had just lost their loved ones and he was moping. 

But it wasn’t that the banther lodge currently held this ominous chill in the air and it felt like ghosts where creepily lurking in every shadow. It wasn’t even that Ezran couldn’t stop replaying the last time they were here, all those years ago when they had come to get Callum’s cube. It was just too vulnerable. There weren’t multiple winding hallways leading to his room or a million guards wandering the premises, the sound of their boots clicking against the stone.

Here anybody could easily smash a window and come kill him in the dead of the night without anyone noticing. 

Well thats not true, he thinks kicking rocks where he’s pacing back and forth on the grass. He still has a million guards always hovering over him. And between Callum, Soren, and Rayla it would be a miracle if someone who even looked at Ezran the wrong way got off the hook. 

Even though he'd been so angry, they had been so overprotective lately. Ever since the castle, his castle, his home - 

Ezran takes a sharp breath and his hand clenches into a fist at his side. He came out here even though it was cold and windy not to think about that, not to dwell on it for the millionth time. 

But it was being rebuilt and until then, staying here was going to have to do. 

The castle wouldn’t be the same though. There wouldn’t be his old nursery, and Callum and his old shared bedroom. His parent’s room, that had been his. Callum’s office, the council room, the kitchen, all those passageways he used to hide in, everything was gone, all those crevices of his home, all those cherished memories- 

burned and destroyed and lost to the raging fire and smoke. 

Ezran stifles a sob and kicks a pebble hard enough to send it flying a few feet away. 

“Can’t sleep either?”

He almost jumps out of his skin when Rayla appears beside him, her hair shining in the dark. 

He scowls at her but in a way so she knows he doesn’t mean it. “You scared me! You and your silent footsteps.”

“What can I say, I’ve still got it.” Rayla smirks but then it fades into something softer. 

Ezran quickly looks away.If Rayla starts looking at him like that he’ll break down before he knows it. 

She sits down on the grass, glancing up at the star-littered sky. Ezran waits. 

“Its okay to be upset you know.” 

Sudden tears pop into his eyes at those words. He rapidly blinks them away. "I’m not upset.” 

Rayla hums. Its a lie and they both know it but she doesn’t push. 

Silence lingers between them for a few moments, the only sound being Ezran shuffling back and forth.

“When we were in the bookery in Lux Aurea and Callum was doing his research stuff, your aunt and I had a conversation.”

He finally glances at her curiously. “How did that go?”

Rayla’s laughs a little, a soft huff. “A bit weird at first. She apologized for trying to kill me last time we were here and then threatened to do so if I hurt Callum again.”

Ezran smiles despite himself. “That sounds like Aunt Amaya all right.”

“But then she told me that part of loving someone was trusting them with the burdens you carry.”

He wasn’t expecting to hear that and he goes completely still as he connects the dots. “So the coins?”

She hesitates, clearly worried about continuing this topic or not but then her jaw sets and she nods. “Yes, like telling Callum about the coins.”

He braces himself, tension mounting in his shoulders.

“And maybe like you telling me what’s on your mind right now?”

He sighs, slumping down onto the grass. She instantly scoots closer to him, her leg bumping his.

There is another silence, this one heavier. 

“You know, you’re not a spoiled brat for not liking the banther lodge right now.”

Her voice brings him back to reality and Ezran’s breath catches. How did she know?

“We’re not on vacation or something. Your home literally burned down.” He can feel her looking at him. “That’s a reason to be upset if there ever was one.”

“If I was upset every time I had a reason I would never be happy.” The words crawl out before he can stop them. 

She gives a quiet hissing intake of breath. “Ezran its okay to,”

“Its not okay! I have to be strong. I always need to be strong. Because if I’m not, what kind of king am I!” Its a louder outburst than he means and his insides flare in white-hot hurt.

She goes quiet. Ezran does too, pulling at the grass in embarrassment, ignoring the sting in his eyes. 

When she speaks next, her voice is soft, tentative. “I know how you feel. But you know there is more to being a king than endless strength. Nobody can be strong all the time.”

He gives a unintentional little snort, swiping at his eye. “That sounds funny coming from you.”

She laughs too. “Yeah, I know. But I’m going to try and be better about that. I think,” she hesitates for a split second, “I want to learn that I don’t always have to be so strong."

Ezran looks to her. “Callum will help you. Remember that you don’t always have to carry the world.” 

She hums, a fond little smile on her face and Ezran would have giggled at her expression any other time. “He’s good at that huh?”

The moonlight reflects perfectly on her face, sharpening her features and casting a starry glow on her snow-white hair. She's his sister, through and through, even when he’s mad at her, and Ezran is well aware how beautiful Rayla is, inside and out. 

“I’m sorry Ezran.” 

“For what?” He asks, brow furrowed in confused.

“For not being more for you. For not stopping more the night that,” her strained voice dips into a whisper, “the king died.”

“You’re literally the only reason that I’m still alive Rayla.” He grabs her hand - partly out of desperation and partly out of comfort - and flips it over, running his finger over the scar on her wrist. “I owe you my life.”

She smiles at him but he can see the slight sheen of tears. “You don’t owe me anything.”

He ducks his head wordlessly, knowing if he speaks his voice will crack. 

She laces their fingers together. They sit there, just breathing until she breaks the silence again.

“I’m proud of you though. For all of it. For making the choices you’ve had to make lately and for having such a good head on your shoulder.”

Something stabbing and painful twists in his chest but he tries to ignore that and snickers mirthlessly instead. “You’re proud that I’m the reason that hundreds of people died? Again?”

“You are absolutely not the reason. Not this time. And not last time during the battle either.” She says firmly, and he feels her fingers stroke the side of his face, flicking away the tears he hadn’t even noticed had spilled. “Being a king is damn tough. And everything you have done has been to protect your people.” 

Her voice softens again. “I never want you to forget how amazing you are.”

“I’m not amazing. I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time.” The truth of that sentence rattles him and he lets out a dry sob.

“Oh love, come here.” She pulls him closer to her, enveloping him into a hug by wrapping one arm around his body. “It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay. You don’t have to figure it out alone.”

Tears he can no longer stop fall onto her lap and he buries his face in the crook of her neck. “What if it isn’t?” He splutters. “What if everyone hates me forever?”

“Nobody hates you sweetheart.” Her own breath hitches, ghosting lightly over the top of Ezran’s head. “And it is going to be okay, you know why? Because you don’t let things like this beat you down. You keep going, you keep bringing an example of peace, even when it’s easier not to.”

He clutches her arm, focusing on the warmth and feeling of her fingers running through his curls. 

“You know why you are so strong?” She whispers.

He shakes his head, a particularly strong wind seeping into his bones. 

“Because you keep hoping, even when it hurts.” 

The words punch Ezran right in the gut. They sear through him, burning hot and sharp in his stomach, crushing the last strands of his composure. 

 He finally breaks down sobbing, his chest heaving, his body shaking. Rayla kisses the top of his head, rubbing her hand down his back even as it trembles. 

They sit there for how long, Ezran doesn’t know, but until he sucks in a harsh intake of breath and is able to unbury his face, letting it rest delicate against her collarbone. 

“Better?” 

He half shrugs. 

“It will get better. We’re going to figure it out.” She reassures him, and the note of confidence in her voice makes Ezran desperately want to believe it. 

Another strong wind ruffles through his hair and he shivers. 

“Do you want to sleep with us tonight?” She asks. 

It’s a gentle offer, one that allows Ezran to back out without any pressure, but he can’t. Doesn’t know if he wants too.

He nods feebly, swiping away the last of the tear stains with his sleeve. 

“C’mon.” She pushes herself up, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her. 

When they get to the bedroom she wastes no time in smacking Callum’s leg to scoot him over. 

“Wha-whats going on?” He mumbles sleepily, and Rayla airily shoves his other leg. 

“Nothing. Just Ezran. Move your arms.” 

Callum obliges, obviously still more than half asleep and Ezran almost laughs. 

“You and Callum are in the same bed?” He teases, just for that sense of easy-going normalcy, and she turns bright red. He laughs for real this time. 

“I’m happy for you guys.” He means it and he can tell she knows that in the way she smiles at him, lifting up the comforter so he can slip in next to her. 

“Thanks.”

He exhales deeply, his eyes already feeling heavy as he leans his head against her shoulder. She tucks the blanket around the both of them and Callum shifts beside him so his body weight is pressed against Ezran’s back. 

“I’m glad,” a yawn cuts him off, “I’m glad Callum decided to be smart for once and get back together with you.”

She laughs quietly and Ezran felt a warm feeling buzz in his chest at the sweet and comforting sound. He liked making Rayla laugh.

“I’m back with more than just Callum. I got Soren, and my pretty cool little brother back too.”

He mumbles a reply, the words getting heavier on his tongue as he snuggles deeper into the comforter.

“Thanks Rayla.” He hesitates for a quick second, toying with what he wants to say, but then pushes it aside. “I love you.”

She exhales slowly, the truth of the words settling into the dark like a heavy blanket. “I love you too sweetheart.”

 The last thing he registered in the back of his clouded mind was her lips pressed against his forehead and the comfort of being warm and cuddled before he was fast asleep.

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

I'm starting to think it's almost impossible for me to write something for Merlin and Leon to not be a main character if not THE main character

[coridallasmultipass]

brocal for the ship bingo?

The OTP to end all other OTPs... (Man. This wound up being basically Cori's Masterpost of BroCal. AKA... this got long and has some images, since I realized I can post my own art directly instead of just a text link to it lol.)

Wasn't actually expecting this to wind up with a bingo? But I got basically 2?? (Will explain the lighter heart later.) This is A LONG post, and definitely gonna get SUGGESTIVE, bc man, am I obSESSED with BroCal. I'm just gonna go thru each checked box, since I don't know how else to structure this post lol.

Read More to save ppl's dashboards:

I want them to make out with blood: OKAY. I HAVE A WHOLE THING PLANNED FOR THIS CONCEPT. I AM NOT GOING TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT IT JUST YET BC I ACTUALLY WANNA WRITE IT. I'm obsessed with this one fanart of Bro licking Lil Cal, and it spurred on an idea I outlined and really wanna write: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/739969858334294016/hiiii-mutual-i-am-secrecy-asking-if-u-have-anymore

((Sorry for the plain text links, Tumblr app is NOT cooperating with me right now to add hyperlinks. I'd post the image directly if that one was mine.))

Basically, I just really need to see Bro and Cal making out with blood in their mouths, and I started a whole convoluted, unrelated outline in order to make that hapen. It'll probably just be a really short thing that ends at the uh climax, since otherwise it's gonna end up sadstuck. And I don't like sadstuck lol.

Undeniably t4t: Bro and Dirk are always trans for me, and Lil Cal's got that uh... what percentage did I calculate it out to be? 13% of Dirk is in Lil Cal [ My shitpost calculations: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/746702663327072256/i-ran-out-of-tags-rambling-about-this-so-im-just ] so Lil Cal is at least 13% trans because of that much of Dirk being in him, plus however you feel about the other components being trans. LMAO this is ridiculous to type out. Moving on.

EDIT: FUTURE CORI INTERJECTING WITH A:

"Lil Cal Top Surgery Healing Progess: Day 1"

Terrible for each other affectionate/derogatory: I don't even know where the affectionate/derogatory split occurs. I multiship BroCal as both Bro/normal puppet Lil Cal and as Bro/evil juju puppet Lil Cal, and whatever combination in between or outside of that. Terrible in that Bro is so obsessed with Cal that he doesn't have normal relationship/social skills and uses Lil Cal as both a crutch and motivator alternately, in a terrible cycle, or maybe rather... spiral. And also terrible in that Bro is caught in the allure of playing the role of puppeteer while also being a puppet for the darker parts of Lil Cal, whether he actively knows it or not. (Honestly though, I feel like it's dismissive if you try to blame all of Bro's faults on Lil Cal like this tho, which is why I tend towards liking Lil Cal as just a regular puppet a lil bit more. Or at least, a regular mildly supernatural puppet since that can be a little more entertaining if Cal can get into mischief while no one's looking or give off the vibes of his mood more directly, rather than like entirely inanimate or 'just LE, trapped in a puppet body.' Again, I like all of these concepts.) ((I mean that can also be a whole post of its own, like, by the time Bro gets ahold of Lil Cal, are any of the other components still alive in there? Like, are ARquius and Gamzee still in there or did Caliborn kill and consume them entirely? Idk how it works, man. This is why I like Lil Cal as his own person, maybe just influenced by the feelings of the others. LaCroix: CalGamARquius essenced water. Lil Croix.))

They need to get weirder with it: YES YES. 1000% YES. I need entirely shameless Bro doing entirely shamless things to Lil Cal. I want them inseparable and doing unspeakable things to each other. I want Bro taking full advantage of Cal having a puppet body and all the intimacy that comes with making repairs and being elbow-deep in stuffing.

Playing with them like dolls cute/psychological torture: This is the same divide as with the 'terrible for each other' point, so I'm just gonna go with the cute one, since the torture one is self-explanatory. I want them fucking married. Like. Full mushy cute romance type of relationship that Bro has never felt for any of the people in his life (cough aromantic cough). I made this comic not too long ago, and I often fondly look back on it, because I adore the concept of Bro being lovey and romantic and everything out of character around Lil Cal because he feels safe and loved and comfortable around Cal:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/750602227910131712/brocal-4-lyfe-so-i-had-this-idea-of-dave-being ]

I made a post a long, long time ago (not gonna link that one bc it was personal and I was being very obviously mentally ill ["C'mon, like you're not being obviously mentally ill while typing paragraph upon paragraph about BroCal still in 2024 like 10 years later??" Fair.]) But the gist of it was that, like, having objectophilia or objectum sexuality is like, from an outsider pov, it's a way to express love to yourself. You filter all your self-hate through the object you love, and you get back unconditional love in return.

Lil Cal is never gonna hate Bro, no matter what Bro does. As a regular puppet, Lil Cal doesn't have the capacity for hate. And so that only brings them closer, since Cal is never gonna reject Bro for any reason. (Back to being a crutch. RSD is real, and Dave is probably a big trigger for that since he's not on the same wavelength of weird as Bro [not blaming Dave, obviously, this is a post about BroCal].) Bro can experience receiving positive attention from Lil Cal, without feeling 'fake' or uncool by expressing that same attention or affection directly to his own self. (Things are always done through multiple layers with the Striders, aren't they?) ((And I'm not saying Lil Cal doesn't love Bro, or that their relationship is just pretend - it's real, I'm just like, 'What's going on behind the curtain in the mundane situation?/ How is the relationship appealing?' Lil Cal luvs Bro 5eva 4 lyfe and that's a hard fact. Could cut diamonds with that shit.)) Example: maybe Bro is dealing with a bout of body/gender dysphoria and is trying to take out his frustration with working out, and it's not helping, even if he's powered through a set better than normal. Then, he notices the way Lil Cal is watching him, and he can feel the excitement seeping off Cal. He can sense the echoes of a wolf-whistle ring out through his mind, and it's like. Okay, none of that shit from before matters, he's got all the validation he needs right there in Lil Cal. Maybe flex in Cal's direction, Bro?

Oh, so back to being cute: isn't it wonderful how the template maker phrased it as 'playing dolls'? But yeah, I want all the mush and everything. Bro has a whole wardrobe for Lil Cal for every minor event that occurs in the Strider household. I want them going on genuine dates. Maybe even... holding hands. Bro blushes for the first time since he was 16. He even gets to take Lil Cal with him when he goes out to DJ or put on a show. Not to mention the whole website business. (I've talked about Cal's role in that before, but I'll mention it in a moment...)

They will die in a heart shaped pool of blood: I mean, kinda did happen, even tho Lil Cal didn't perma die right there. I don't think this one needs any explanation, since it basically happens in canon.

'You should see the other guy...': Okay, so. About 11 years ago, I had a really great idea. About how smuppets enter this world. I expanded on it in the following more-recent post (adult only content lol): https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741683686717669376/back-in-the-day-my-friends-called-me-insane-when-i

To sum it up, whenever Bro makes a new smuppet design, he then gives it a video debut on his website, where uh, Lil Cal births the smuppet like it's a horror movie scene, fake blood and poly-fil gore all over the place as the smuppet crawls out from the viscera. Bro then gets to play aftercare by lovingly and gently cleaning up and restuffing Lil Cal as they get to admire their new creation and rake in the dough lol.

So it's technically not a 'you should see the other guy' kinda situation, but it does involve one of them being... idk what word would describe it. Injured by the other? Usually a character loses a fight and says this to act like they got out of it better than the other guy, but... We could have someone knock on the door during the filming of a scene like that, and Bro has to answer it with fake blood up to his elbows, and be like 'You should see the other guy.' (But obviously, that's a terrible idea and would cause more trouble than it's worth... Maybe worth it for a persistent door to door salesperson, though.)

Though, I guess I should also say, I'm not opposed to Bro beating on Lil Cal in or out of the bedroom. Or in the case of animate Lil Cal, Cal choking out Bro. In or out of the bedroom, lol. Depends on the situation, like I said I will ship this ship any which way. But my preference for animate Lil Cal is to be like a totally normal puppet around Bro (or mushy in-love with Bro) and then evil-murder-puppet towards anyone else in Bro's life, like a... toxic yaoi guard puppet. (New Phrase Achievement Unlocked!) Bro brings home another guy to have sex, who tries to stay the night due to the late hour, but the guy wakes up shortly after to see Lil Cal standing there with a knife in the dark, eyes glowing red. Panic ensues when the guest screams and freaks out, and by the time Bro's got a light on, grabbing his sword, ready for a ninja vs ninja fight (bc an intruder would've had to bypass all the traps), Lil Cal is just innocently splayed across the desk chair, no knife in sight. Relevant post (well, the caption on the post too, saying how Bro can't seem to hold onto any relationships besides Lil Cal):

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741830516962164736/i-want-you-so-youre-mine-always-selfishly ]

Uh, lol, also Cal choking out Bro in the bedroom, adult only drawing: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/754328907438800896/i-wouldnt-wanna-be-my-ex-when-he-found-out-who

Thinking about them always and forever: Listen. My Tumblr as proof, I've had BroCal on the brain for at least 11 years at this point. Definitely longer, since I first started reading Homestuck. I fucking love puppets and dolls and plushies and I always have. Man, if I hadn't deleted Tweets (automated app I used to do, and I couldn't choose what to save) from when I was in high school, you could've seen me @ ing my fave band when they were taking lyric suggestions on a fan-inspired album, where I was telling them 'make a song where the theme is puppets' and, while I don't know if they saw that or took the suggestion (they had responded to me before bc they weren't huge yet), there is indeed a song titled "Puppets" on that album, and it was my favourite song on there. Point is, I was fated to ship BroCal before I even knew it existed.

Sicko 2 sicko communication: I mean, does this even need explaining? Bro and Cal aren't just on the same wavelength of freaky, they're the fucking source of the wavelength, and it's causing a feedback loop between them. And it does as feedback does, which is, it amplifies with time. (Going back to the spiral symbolism here, lol.) ((Actually, time can play a symbol here, too, I guess, but idk how to word it, I'm starting to run out of steam.))

Let them have a happy ending: God, I need this so badly. I know Bro's story ends in Homestuck, but like. Pls. Someone needs to officiate their wedding. Currently placing the dreambubble order, but I can't organize a wedding by myself. OH speaking of. In that lil comic I did above, where Bro is accepting Lil Cal's proposal, I had the Natural Born Killers wedding scene in mind. I was gonna draw that as a follow up, but I think I have too many WIPs going. Just two people on the run, saying "I do" in a scenic but completely ordinary roadside location. Idk why, I keep going back to that movie for things related to Bro (I mention it in a very important scene in a longer WIP I've been writing, as something Bro watched and internalized as a kid lol.) It's not the best movie lol. Anyway.

The devotion omg: I feel like I have already gotten my point across about this, but let me reiterate:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/735842968450269184/in-the-name-of-iconic-magical-girl-anime-ill ]

Bro and Lil Cal absolutely beat the shit outta Jack Noir before he gets prototyped. And even then, they fight together till the death, like. C'mon. Nothing more romantic than fighting a losing battle side by side. Also, like, Lil Cal having his own protective chest for safekeeping as seen in the Strider living room? Like, you don't just have a protective case for any old thing, especially something meant to be handled, especially something that is regularly used to smack other things/humans. What I'm saying is, Lil Cal is durable and resilient, and yet, Bro still has a case for transporting Cal safely. Oh, wait, I just thought of something funny, what if Lil Cal goes feral like a cat, and basically the chest is like a cat carrier so Bro can drive without being constricted lmaoooo, I've been typing for hours can you tell?

Kind of homophobic: Listen. I HAD a Cal. Took him to college. Staked my claim on the top bunk bc I am royalty. Proceeded to not have anywhere to set my water cup and had to use a cardboard box as a table up there. Spilled water. Melted Cal's sharpie-drawn face. And then proceeded to cry. I have a WIP of Lil Cal 2, but that requires actually remembering to work on him. I wanna do better by the pattern, too, since I rushed to finish the first. I have all the material! I have the project started! So it's just a matter of reordering my WIP priorities, honestly.

Where is all the fucking content?!: For realzz. I was actually venting about this the other day (didn't end up posting it), but it's like, either there's no BroCal content, or there IS BroCal content, but I can't reblog it for reasons I don't want to get into on this post. I'm dying of thirst in the ocean, basically. Whatever. This just means I need to make more BroCal content myself, which I am more than happy to do. I've just had a rough past few months, so I'm glad I got to type all this post out, and hopefully I can get back to creating soon.

Last one! I hope this one makes up for the absurd length of the post, it's prob my new fave idea I just came up with on the spot.

[TW drink spiking by a stranger mentioned in this.]

Committing atrocities as their silly little activities: I think we all know what this means, but I am going to ignore that elephant with my special x-ray vision. Because this is a BroCal post. I'm digging deep to the meat and bones of this. Honestly, this could go multiple routes, it depends on how you take your Lil Cal.

One could place emphasis on the 'guard' part of the, ahem ahem, toxic yaoi guard puppet. Maybe someone is actually trying to harm Bro, and Bro legit can't do anything for reasons outside of his control - let's say his drink got spiked a while after he invited a stranger home that he thought was chill. As Bro gets shoved down on the futon, his memory of the night is only a few flickers. Familiar orange plush, roiling around above him like a dancing windsock. Flashes of Lil Cal's face all distorted and stretched wide like a funhouse. J-Lo and Ice Cube on the TV. But when Bro is finally able to fully wake up in the morning, everything is as if he just got home alone last night and passed out on the futon. Cal looks totally normal and content tucked under Bro's warm arm. Except when Bro gets up, there is a pair of shoes too big to belong to him at the door. Maybe Bro knows. Maybe instinct tells him to run. Maybe he does, but he's running towards Lil Cal, every time.

[nyaskitten]

Just went back and watched Ash fight scenes and if they don't at the VERY LEAST let smoke eminate off Cinder in all his fight scenes you will see me on national and international TV.

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

My partner finally finished BG3 but has no idea that his ending was actually bad cause he was a pro-Vlaakith githyanki who rode off with Lae'zel but got NO EPILOGUE where Withers points out y'all died im 😭😭😭

they have no idea what happened with Gale or anyone else (who was still alive) after flying away 🙃🙃🙃

[theresamouseinmyhouse]

i re-read the Brentwood Arc for the 13th time in the time of this ao3 shutdown (praise be the ao3 otw volunteers yall are based and deserve the world) oh my god i have IDEAS for a tim drake/danny temple crackfic that i may never release into the wild

Do u know how fucking funny i could be if i ever decided to write a Father of the Bride (the 1991 one specifically) AU. Like,,,ik thats a rather niche AU but like,,,i could. Father of the Bride would work EXTREMELY well as an au.

Lemme explain: this could be a no capes au OR just a canon divergence post Red Robin 2009 bc i never read further past that bc it didnt spark joy

No capes au? Tim comes back from overseas after doing a business trip for Bruce as a 21 yr old (letting my boy outta dc's forever 17 basement) or going off to college as like,,,a CompSci student for a whole year and now has to break it to his fam he's engaged to a really sweet herpetologist (or geneticist either/or works bc wow he was WEIRD as hell too why was this 14/15 yr old reading about genetic sciences) aka my LOVE Danny Temple that he met at college. bonus points he's the first one in the fam to make the leap for marriage bc thats SO fucking funny (i only do things for comedy)

Post-RR Era canon divergence au Tim decides he needs to take some time and figure out his head bc oh god my boy was a MESS holy shit and somehow (hes a nosey ass/affectionate) ends up in Kobra Cult messes and reconnects to his old friend Danny Temple. Fast forward at least several wacky hijinks, a Danny Tim Road Trip 2.0, long distance pining, some personal crises, emotional revelations and like,,2 years later, tim brings danny home for dinner and hopefully not a funeral bc they both decided they wanted each others disaster selves. More shenanigans.