#heart siblings

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Goddess of Light and Guidance Ikkaku hanging out with big brother God of Chaos and Nightmares Law by @namaeekaki. She's probably showing him some mortal she's been helping, and Law just doesn't understand why she bothers. But it's Law, so he indulges his sister's weird hobbies and just makes note to give the mortal some particularly nasty nightmares if he dares cross her.

[sidewalk-cracks]

The batkids encountering distressed children and calling them "sweetheart", subconsciously mimicking how Bruce would and will call them sweetheart when they're distressed, and not even realizing it?? Don't speak to me. I can't.

[akanemnon]

*Teleports behind you* Nothing personal, kids.

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[butterflyscribbles]

Your art style is sooooooooo pretty

Can you draw Shadow?

Whenever I draw Shadow, 90% of it is going to be him acting uncharacteristically soft so look elsewhere for canon compliance bc this boy needs 10000 hugs🖤❤️

[hua-liansimp]

Some scenes from @xmoriartea's SVSSS Sibling Transmigration AU based on this amazing post.

[kalicocal]

I didn't get to do much of this with my older sis. She was more into... hitting things.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

decided to doodle stuffs from today's ep-

i also continue to be bullied maliciously /nsrs

[thatbuddie]

the reason why eddie and maddie don’t ever get any scenes together is because the second they started talking one on one they would start a “we love evan buckley” fanclub and just go on and on and on about how awesome buck is and how sweet he is and maddie would be telling eddie all the cute and embarrassing things buck did when he was little and eddie would be telling maddie all the silly and embarrassing things buck does as an adult and they would roll their eyes over all the stupid shit he’s pulled over the years and they would swear a blood oath to each other about being buck protectors together forever and ever

[k2-truther]

not the step siblings, just the siblings that stepped up

(so excited for junior year finale prt 1!!!)

[jadepagecraft]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

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[ikkaku-of-heart]

Plotted Divine Heart Starter for @medicus-mortem

Ikkaku lay in her crystal prison, tears that would have run dry from dehydration long ago for a human still streaming down the goddess' cheeks. Hers was a well of emotions that ran deeper than any mortal being. Pain. Betrayal. Humilaiton. Shame. Anger. Guilt. Despair. All of these feelings burned in her heart, but there was nothing she could do to vent them except bang her fists impotently against the walls of her prison, scream, and cry. She was the one thing no god wished to be: powerless.

Atlantis. The city she'd given everything to, had founded and blessed and protected in hopes of creating a beacon of home and light to mortals and gods alike, had betrayed her. Taken the knowledge she'd shared with them, the defenses she'd helped them devise against the other gods, and used it against her. Tricked her with a celebration supposedly in her honor and then trapped her in a crystal cage like a canary. All so they could siphon away her light and treat her like infinite kindling for the fires of their ambitions.

Oh, how the mortals had laughed and cheered when their little plan had succeeded. When she'd screamed for them to let her out, demanded an explanation, begged them to think and realize they were making a mistake. But they'd all simply laughed louder, drowning out her cries. Even the city's children had been in on it, their brilliant little minds just as culpable as their scheming parents.

How long had the Goddess of Light and Guidance been trapped? Unlike mortals, the gods had no need to eat or drink or even breathe if they did not wish it. Things that would easily show the passage of time for mortals did nothing for her. The room deep in the castle did not even have any windows, so she couldn't even tell if it was day or night. She could not die, and she could not escape. All she knew was that, occasionally, she would feel a pull. See some of her power rise off of her skin like steam and be absorbed by the mechanisms withing the crystal, which would then travel down golden cables that would disappear into little tunnels and tubes throughout the chamber's walls. The people of Atlantis were stealing her light to power their city, Ikkaku's city, and she could do nothing.

Another wave of fury rose up within her like an ocean wave and she scrambled to her feet, clawing desperately at the walls of her prison. The material was rare, tempered with magic in a way even she hadn't considered. There wasn't so much as a crack or blemish upon the beautiful sides of her crystal cell. The other gods would likely not fare much better breaking her out, assuming they could even get into the city. Which they wouldn't. Ikkaku had worked hard with the citizens to create defenses that even her fellow gods would not be able to overcome. All to protect them from their spiteful ways.

The other gods had disapproved of her patronage of Atlantis. She imagined they must be laughing at her now. Laughing and furious that they were as powerless to breech her city as she was to escape it. She'd been too clever and generous for her own good. She'd accounted for every god who might wish to do harm to her city of devoted worshippers.

Black, abyssal eyes widened in an ephipany. Every god except one.

Pressing her forhead against the cool, mirror-smooth side of her prison, Ikkaku's tears continued to flow as a soft whisper escaped her lips. It was ironic, a goddess praying, but she had no choice. She prayed he could hear her. Could help her. There was no doubt in her mind that he would if he could. That the Lord of Night Terrors and Discord Bringer would find a way to free his sister.

"Law," she sobbed quietly. "Please. Please help me, brother."

[prideprejudce]

I am truly hoping that daeron is the spitting image of alicent. not only will it make complete sense for him to be shipped away from kings landing after his birth because his very appearance goes against otto's usurping propaganda that alicent's kids are "true targaryens" while rhaenyra's are "half breed strong boys" but alicent having to look in the face of the only normal child in the family surrounded by monsters for brothers and an already half gone sister and seeing his face of disgust and fright and it's her face. it's her face staring right back at her

[archivewriter1ont]

Bad Batch Incorrect Quotes

Rex: So, how's adjusting to your new squad going? Echo: Well, my net worth has certainly gone up. Rex: *confused* Uh, what? Echo: Yeah, you know. What you're worth when you're caught in a net. Rex: Rex: I'm sorry can you please explain that. Echo: We were running out of fuel on our last assignment so we landed in a Separatist port and Hunter put on a disguise and turned Tech in. We got six thousand credits for him. Rex: Six. Thousand? Echo: Yeah, turns out he's the lowest-value option at the moment, but Wrecker said he got turned in the last time. He's worth ten thousand, because he's blown up, like, a ton of important stuff, apparently. Hunter and Cross are probably in the eleven to twelve k range but they can't agree on who's worth more. Rex: Rex: You sold your brother!!!??? Crosshair: *offscreen* Are you even brothers if you haven't sold each other once? Tech: When we were cadets I sold Crosshair to Hunter for two credits. Crosshair: Those were imaginary credits, Tech. Tech: Which was the agreed-upon currency at the time. That transaction has never been voided, by the way. Legally, you still belong to Hunter. Hunter: Please, void it. I don't want him anymore. Here, take your two fake credits. Wrecker: Don't say that! Come here, Crosshair. I want you. Rex: *still on the comm* YOU SOLD YOUR BROTHER? Echo: We obviously got him back, Rex. Chill out. We fueled up in like ten minutes and went to retrieve him. He's fine. Rex: So you sold him and then you stole him BACK? Tech: Obviously. This squad would not survive without me for longer than the time it takes to refuel. That is why we usually sell Hunter or Wrecker. Additionally, they do not require extraction as they usually do that on their own.

Echo: I'm worth three thousand at the moment. But ten thousand is coming, wait and see! Rex: *frightened ori'vod noises*

[ikkaku-of-heart]

The cold touch of his clawed, cracked hand in hers would have startled or upset most other gods. They found it, like the rest of him, unsettling, yet for Ikkaku it was the furthest thing. Law's hand wasn't warm, but it was solid, secure, and steady. Cool like a stone from the river or the handle of a steel sword. It was a reminder that she was not alone - hadn't been from the moment they were born.

And now he would remain by her side in the mortal realm to humor her, even if her decision was rather sudden and impulsive. Ikkaku knew he would have preferred some warning or at least some time. The dark god was a planner, after all, despite being a creature of chaos. But she didn't want to risk getting distracted by her duties again and putting this off. They needed a break. They needed fun. And she would make sure they got it.

"As you command, oh Whisperer of Forbidden Secrets," she giggled with an affectionate grin. "Let's find ourselves some fun."

She led them through the gaps between the realms she saw as easily as archways until she found a suitable place for two deities to materialize. It was one of her temples in a country that was often overcast, so the sun would not irritate her brother too badly. The temple itself was a humble stone lighthouse by the shore, welcoming sailors and land travelers alike to the bustling town it guarded. Ikkaku smiled as she spied one of her priests entertaining children with tales of a hero guided out of a deadly maze by their Goddess. They really did love her, and that was why she worked so hard - to ensure that love was not misplaced.

It was easy to take the form of a lovely young woman, though she did lift a veil over her curls and repressed any bit of light that might exude from her. She could put up the illusion of being an old man or a young child, but this was the form she was most comfortable in when walking among mortals, possibly due to vanity.

"Come on, brother. We can explore the seaside market and perhaps we'll find our entertainment in the revelries. And if that bores us, I know there is a lovely wildflower field nearby where we can take our nap."

   The dark god frowns at Ikkaku’s comment. Such a positive spin to put on the horrors he fills mortals’ minds with, but that is his sister’s way. A being of light and guidance. Meant to bring people to safety, to where they are meant to go. Of course she would see a kinder purpose in his nature, in his actions. He cannot see such things. He only sees the fear, the trauma and horror. That is his nature, his being. A dark counterpart to her light. They are opposites but integral to each other. Perhaps one day he will understand how she sees the world but that is not this moment.

   But perhaps his sister intends on attempting to show him the world how she sees it because the Goddess of Guidance leaps to her feet. There is determination in her stance, a sense of adventure and surety. Again, she throws that bright smile at him, a hand reaching out as she makes this demand. A demand to take him out into the mortal world, to give them both a chance to disengage from their duties. The God of Fear frowns at this, his clasping hands tightening their grip.

   He may have been open to the idea before but that was when it wasn’t an instant inevitability. Now it’s something they will do right this second. Again, he shifts in his seat, jaw grinding and shoulders slouching. He looks up at Ikkaku, at her insistence and joy. The dark god sighs, defeated.

   “Very well,” he says, pushing himself to his feet. The chair slides back and Law reaches out. There is a small hesitance before he takes Ikkaku’s hand. To travel as she does, he will need to touch her, otherwise he will be left behind. “Show me why you care for these mortals so much. Show me something … fun.”

[nanihirunkits]

What about you and Style, then? Would you call it love? I don’t love him. I just gave him a chance. Alright. Really? Did you sleep with him? None of your business. Come on, Fadel. Was it good? Get lost. Tell me! Please! Leave me alone. I need to concentrate. You totally slept with him.

THE HEART KILLERS | EP4