#like its just three of them man

[qualityrain]

legato and elendira r so funny to me because every time theyre tgt in the same room elendiras like ohhhh im going to kill you i can do it! dont test me! and legato just takes it (unless its abt knives and loyalty then legato becomes so cringe elendira just concedes to preserve her braincells) but when it comes down to it she actually doesnt know what to do with him lmao. the way he busts out of the coffin and shes like fUCK i shouldnt have made him my enemy hes so much more powerful while legatos here having his flashback before death and its focused on knives but elendira is also there and the whole crimson nail has fallen its ok ill be there with you soon also the way elendira is not part of the death game too (nightow probably couldve added elendira later on in the story and thats why she wasnt included but shhhhh) like enemy where. also the way elendira says all this and yet went out of her way to be there to pass the coins when nobody asked. like can you guys show affection normally. not a single normal person close to knives.

[mamawasatesttube]

the timkon fans who shit on bart are annoying, the konbart fans who shit on tim are annoying, and i don't actually know if there are timbart fans who shit on kon, but i sure hope not, because they'd be annoying. the three of them are a set!!! do NOT separate. red tornado literally assigned them one shared brain cell. what is not clickign

[moeblob]

cute? D: (thank you so much!)

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[b4kuch1n]

glorioso from last years twitterin

[rbtlvr]

AND ANOTHER THING. i know that on a meta level this is literally just How Video Game Bosses Work. but also with how well the game mechanics work into the story in many other cases i don't think it's unreasonable to look at it from an in universe perspective

SO

i think it really says something that loop only uses their stronger attacks in their second phase. i think it really says something that you have to bring them down to 0hp four (4) times, attacking them repeatedly + proving that you are willing to genuinely hurt/kill them, before they'll use their most powerful attacks on siffrin

[bentannin]

Weird in-character reaction maybe?

SPOILERS BELOW!!

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OKAY SO I'm really bad at writing these but after rewatching the bit where Bell's Hells are crashing at the lab, I noticed a bit of a weird reaction from Braius.

It's starts around 4:10:57 on the twitch vod, right after the conversation with Fearne, and he (braius) notices the dick drawings on the walls:

He then proceeds to just stare at them for a bit, tilting his head from side to side (almost like he's having a silent convo with himself?), before saying "nah" under his breath, shaking his head and moving on:

It's nothing big and happens rather quickly, but it definitely caught my eye on a second viewing. So maybe potential tie ins with Braius' (new) backstory??? Idk I just wanted to point it out since it seemed interesting to me.

[majorproblems77]

CANNNNN I HAVE SOME TWI AND WARS BEING THE BROEST OF BROS? Maybe with the word 'temping?'

Hmmm...

"It's tempting..."

The rancher raised an eyebrow as he placed his weapon down against a tree. "Want to solve this... Problem, with me?" His eyes looked past the treeline.

They'd just scouted a great overlook spot, great for long distance reconanance. But more importantly, the best slope for shield surfing outside of Wild's hyrule. Lead them right back down.

"You could say that..." The captain smiled, looking through his bag. "Wild gave me some surfing shields the other day to hold onto."

"I can run you under the snow any day of the week captain."

The captain laughed. "No word to the others." He looked past the rancher where he could see time directing the rest of the group. "Dont want Time thinking I'm a bad influence on Wind."

"None at all."

"Then we leave as soon as dusk settles, we should be back by dinner."

"Your on."

As the sun settled over the horizion the pair of them about to go on a quick scouting mission. Time had told them to be back promptly, they needed themselves at full strength. Which meant they needed to take the rest when they could get it.

When Sky had offered to come with them as extra security, they'd been weary at first. But then they'd seen the skyloftian with the very same surfing shield that Wild used.

"So where's this spot then, i can go to the bottom and keep watch while you guys just get to relax for a bit."

"Sky you dont have to do that."

"Warriors. You're always looking after us, let us keep an eye out for you so you can enjoy yourself for a bit." The skyloftian smiled as he followed the pair of them up to the top of the overlook they'd picked.

Sky looked down the hill and nodded to Twilight, The master sword shone on his back. As he looked around and went to scout around them.

He was... Protected. The first time He'd been able to relax in months. He trusted Twilight to watch his back just as much as the rancher trusted him. He trusted Sky to keep watch at the bottom.

He trusted his brothers to keep him safe.

"Just sit for a bit wars, The sky's lovely from up here." The rancher said sitting on a rock, pulling out three cups from his bag. "I've got something special. From thelmas."

"Oh?"

"Just something small, I know you enjoy the finer things in life bein' in the palace an' all but this is good ol' fashion'd whiskey. I've got enough left for a glass each."

"How long have you had this on you rancher?"

"Not too long, Thelma gave me the bottle mostly empty, said to use it to and I quote. 'Give that royal capt'n of yours a day where he dont have to think about a thing.'"

Without skipping a beat he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "That sounds like she wants you to seduce me, rancher."

The rancher laughed as he poured the whiskey into the three cups. "Oh no, no offence cap, but you ain't my type." He handed the captain the cup, the whiskey shining in the bottom of the cup. He definitely knew how to pour a cup of whiskey.

He laughed. "And I'm not exactly interested in anything. My cat's back home is all the company I need."

"Then, we take this as brothers in arms then." Twilight raised his cup, before taking a sip.

"Indeed." The captain did the same, raising his cup in the same motion that the rancher had done.

"Sky I got enough here for you too if you want some?"

"No thanks, rancher." the skyloftian waved him off. "Next time we are in an inn I will."

The clinks of cups and laughs echoed across the clearing as the moonlight shone down. They spoke, Sky involving himself every so often to make sure they were okay.

"That was a really good whiskey rancher. Now, about this surfing business."

"Yes, have some water first, then we can talk. I've beaten Yeti's snowboarding down a mountain on a sheet of Ice." He'd said it so matter of factly that the others with him just stopped. Warriors blinked a few times before opening his mouth and closing it again.

"What!?" The captain questioned. Sitting upright. Spilling water over himself where he'd pulled out his waterskin to fill the cup. "Twi did you have some before we came up or something?!"

The rancher continued to laugh as he was bombarded with questions from the captain.

The three of them laughed about it for a while before Wild came to find them. The champion smiled before summoning a board of his own.

"Last one back to camp has to explain this to Time!"

[eeveekitti]

I will fall in love with you over and over again, I don’t care how, where, or when, no matter how long it’s been, you’re mine

[the-girl-from-another-place]

phantom of the opera really has me writing m/f ... i don't like the person i've become

[the-real-couchrat]

Some super messy doodles of @frayedcircus’s monster falls interpretation

I hc that Mabel uses her spider silk to knit, but before she realized she could make silk, Mabel would shave Dipper for wool. Poor boy.

Sheep legs were just not working for me today, so dipper looks a little funky in every picture. If anyone’s wondering why there’s a bug burger there, it’s because I wanted to draw their diets, and while trying to find an appetizing bug meal for Mabel on google images, I found this

Also a close up of my bug burger bc I’m actually really proud of it

This thing took FOREVER

[triglycercule]

horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)

[moeblob]

Sorry I forgot Hanneman suggested Byleth undress after they show up with a different hair color. And I miss Hanneman. And also while swapping between Houses and Hopes and seeing Hanneman pop up to help in a Hopes paralogue is just devastating since he doesn't ever actually join you at all and I am denied my old man rights.

So I had to draw this. Thank you for understanding.

[eagle-head-charge]

W-well, we- we finished the... WE FINISHED DECORATING THE TREE. And. Uhm- I FOUND A STRANGE HAT. IN THE DECORATIONS BOX????? And. SPY SAID I SHOULD TRY IT ON. And then he- we uh- mweheheehehe-

UHM. Apparently the WEIRD PLANT on the bow was MISTLETOE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought it was holly, but I was NOT about to correct him!!!

HE DID NOT TELL ME HE WAS GOING TO TAKE THIS PICTURE. You can barely see our lovely PATRIOT tree!!!!!!! Oh well. I've got something much prettier to look at anyway...

[applesandbannas747]

i feeeeel like Bobby really missed the mark here and all three of them are missing the point and making it about them--like, they all lost in tryouts with no expectation or promise of fencing the season. They didn't make the team. Eugene was kicked off it. There's a bigger hurt and betrayal there that "we all wish we were fencing" completely ignores in a kinda shitty way