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[starcurtain]

A Very Specific Blade Fic I Want to Read

Every once in a while I get an itch to read a gen fic and those gen fics just never exist, so hear me out:

I want to read a fic where the Stellaron Hunters specifically need Dan Heng for something. It's, I don't even know, some Xianzhou Fanghu Vidyadhara nonsense that only a High Elder can handle or whatever.

It's convenient that they've got the Express on speed dial, but putting Blade and Dan Heng in the same enclosed space for too long is a big no-go for Blade's mara, so Kafka calls up Himeko and is like "Hear me out--what if we trade. We'll take your dragon boy for a few short days, and in the meantime, you all can keep an eye on Bladie for us."

Everyone thinks this is a stupid idea, but somehow it happens anyway.

And weirdly, Blade is a complete non-issue on the Express. As far as most of the Express crew know, Blade is staying in the visitors' cabin with the door locked and not even coming out for food. He might be dead in there, actually. ("Maybe we should knock?" "Let's give him some space, March.")

But there is one person on the train who is having a very, very different experience with their erstwhile visitor, and that's Pom-Pom.

Because every night, when everyone else on the train is asleep, Blade is wandering out of his cabin to come sit in the parlor car. The phonograph is playing low, gentle music, and watching the stars passing outside through the windows is strangely relaxing to the normally barely suppressed monster that is Blade's mara. He feels... calm.

But Pom-Pom, who sort of lives in the parlor car, is terrified within an inch of their life.

No one else is around!! Who is going to help protect the poor conductor if this Stellaron Hunter decides Pom-Pom would be good for a midnight snack?! Why's this guy gotta carry around a sword all the time?!

But when nothing happens and Blade basically ignores Pom-Pom's existence, the conductor starts to go from panicked to... well, a little insulted, frankly! How dare anyone ignore the train's highest authority?! Being conductor is a serious responsibility that commands respect!

"Y-You should go to sleep!" Pom-Pom is very proud of themself for plucking up the courage to give Passenger Blade some important life advice.

But "Hm?" is all Blade says.

Why, the nerve of this guy!

Thus begins Pom-Pom the great and illustrious Astral Express conductor's grand plans to improve the attitude of one Passenger Stellaron Hunter Blade.

It goes slightly better than you'd imagine. Blade may be a mara-struck death-seeking unholy magical abomination but he does have manners, okay? The bunny isn't hurting anybody. Its wrath can be endured. (Maybe Sam and Silver Wolf would like a picture of its puffy tail?)

At some point, someone in the Express crew definitely catches Blade petting a passed out Pom-Pom in his lap. No one knows whether or not Pom-Pom passed out from fear or fatigue, and no one is going to stay long enough to ask.

Basically, tl;dr: Blade visits the Astral Express and bonds with Pom-Pom of all people.

After the Stellaron Hunters' mission is over, Blade is now registered as a guest of the Astral Express. But he only ever comes in the middle of the night, broods silently for an hour while Pom-Pom chats his ear off, and then leaves.

That's it. That's the fic.

[fly-chicken]

A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU

***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***

Blacked out part is my name.

I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too

AND

I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.

And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.

A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am

[prinnay]

y o u a r e n o t a l o n e .

[ace-of-arthropods]

the autism spectrum or something idk

[communist-hatsunemiku]

SAINttUFA

[toxifoxx]

[spacialsquid]

i like them

[vixenfoxpup]

From Odysseus, THIS is my favorite image from the entire premiere

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text)

Zuko is just playing hard to get

[julnites]

Red riding hood comic collab with the wonderful @yeehawpim (go check out their blog for loads of great comics!) 🌷 See the layouts he did here!

[ohsleepie]

I have no excuse for this one. I woke up from a fever dream with this prompt in my notes app. I think Neil just really reminds me of a scruffy scavenger animal you'd find in a trashcan. Anyway bonus panel:

[great-and-small]

The best hobbies are ones that teach you obscure synonyms for colors

[littlemsterious]

i was thinking about that post comparing Jessica Rabbit as an asexual to Barbie and an asexual and then i thought of the Neil Gaiman post (was it a post?) about Crowley and Aziraphale being asexual sexless and then this happened.

anyways. thoughts?

sorry it took so long I meant to do this a week ago but my brain is full of rocks.

[Image ID a three sided venn diagram. the big circles show Margot Robbie's Barbie sitting in front of a mirror, Jessica and Roger Rabbit from the poster of Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens standing back to back. Between Barbie and Jessica Rabbit it says "sexualised by society". Between Jessica Rabbit and Aziraphale and Crowley it says "Knows what sex is". Between Aziraphale and Crowley and Barbie it says "no reproductive system(?)". the center is the asexual flag. End ID]

Also i haven't seen the Barbie movie as of this edit so at least please tag your spoilers.

[stil-lindigo]

the vulture.

a comic about cycles.

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[hopepunk-humanity]

ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.

there is no such thing as a "real job." all forms of work are real and valid.

there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.

doing nothing is good for my soul.

i am not defined by what i produce.

my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.

i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.

i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.