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[soleilestrela]

tr!tina and tr!bbh relationship (tr!somniaduo) is already so special to me:

tr!bbh is VERY hostile and has his weapons and stuff out at all times. hes always ready for a fight, even with his allies. he has even predicted an ally betraying him. there is no one on the server he mainly kept weapons off for. Except tr!tina. with tina, he only held food or 'his toys' as she put it (his totems). you could say its because he thinks she isnt a threat, but that just isnt true tbh, he holds out weapons for everyone, even people he views/underestimates to be weaker, example being tr!ros. he thinks he could still beat her, yet he keeps his weapons out for her. He also is very paranoid as he said to Chip (due to QSMP) he only hit her once when trying to fire and ender arrow, and since his bow has flame, she got set on fire. he quickly placed water and didnt get out his bow i think for the rest of the time.

Not to mention he is just flat out honest to her in ways he isnt with ANYONE. with her, he told the full truth on the foolish situation. no lies, no deception, no twists, just flat out how it went. he also offered to give her the will, which i dont think he did to anyone else except his allies. He even called foolish a good king, something he probably wouldnt admit even at gunpoint.

Furthermore, he very insistently gave her stuff. Early into her joining, she refused to take armor/weapons from him when he attempted to flat out give it to her, so he created a treasure hunt so she could more feel she earnt it. he also gave her stuff like food with no hesitation, and im pretty sure made a qsmp reference of her always taking stuff from him/him always giving her stuff. he shows a side to specifically her that is much more gentle and caring then how he is to anyone, and makes it very obvious that he cares for her, and is shown protective to her many times.

Finally, tr!bbh actively tried to push her from joining a faction. i think he doesnt want her trapped in conflict she doesnt understand, and also wants her to just relax and not be attacked. he even pushed her away from hostile faction, giving reasons why purple (Factionless) was so much better.

p.s. i discussed this w some friends before even making this analysis and some of their points are here so credits to Jey and Tincan for some of the points here :DD

p.p.s. this is likely just me being delusional if im being real bc im obsessed w somniaduo in every universe so if this doesnt make sense thats why

[leons-art-pit]

the end scene of a fic I wrote this morning about Tango getting migraines :D

Link To Fic

and a bonus doodle:

[selenadem]

New Year Ratatoskr and Hræsvelgr !

[casscainmainly]

Do you remember Cass having any moments where she was like, the way I was treated as a child was not okay and I’m not happy about it? The only thing that comes to my mind is her desire for physical and emotional connections with others. It’s such an interesting juxtaposition between Steph who resents her father and what he did and Cass who still loves her father even after everything he did to her. Like, being isolated for so long seemed to greatly lessen any hard feelings Cass had for her upbringing, and I guess what I’m asking is did she eventually expand her worldview in a way that changed her feelings about her childhood?

This question is sooo interesting. I don't think she ever comes to a full understanding of how abusive her childhood was, but she definitely is aware of some of it:

Batgirl (2000) #50 / #33

Particularly in #33 (the above second panel), when she's asking Cain "who do you think you are?", she's realising the way she was treated was inhumane. She's asking him what gave him the right to do that to her. It's the second most confrontational she ever gets with him.

Steph is absolutely a great contrast to this, but her friendship also allows Cass to process some of her abuse. It's the same for her relationship with Tim:

Batgirl (2000) #28 / #59

In Steph and Cass' convo, Cass is relating to another abuse victim - she's recognising, on some level, that what her dad did to her was abuse. Steph also emphasises that what Cass experienced was worse. Tim, similarly, says that Cass' childhood was 'horrible'; in the next panel, Cass thinks she doesn't know what it's like to have a 'real' father like Tim's. I think having Steph and Tim as counterpoints helps her see David Cain as abusive.

Then there's Batgirl (2008) #6:

The most confrontational Cass has ever gotten with her dad. Cain's characterisation is iffy, but everything Cass says here builds on her development in Batgirl (2000). It's the ultimate moment where she realises everything he took away from her: reading, speaking, play, family, and above all, choices.

She tries to save him immediately after, so I don't think she ever stops loving him (particularly not in New 52, where he tries to save her life and dies). But she does acknowledge what he did to her, and why it was wrong. I just don't think she allows herself to understand the extent of the wrongdoing, because that absolves her of the responsibility of her murder, and she can't grant herself that mercy.

[paper-rips]

testing out colours with clownzy in their s3 casino fits :]]

[swings yoyo like a hypnosis ring] you do not notice any mistakes. you focus on the pretty colours.

[mune-mice]

Just doodling tonight <3 thinking about them..

[gay-cuttlefish]

shiny duo nap for the soul

[darlingcloudie-9]

drewposting. part two!!!!!!! (ft. Diana Cavendish)

[enbysiriusblack]

james and remus friendship headcanons:

the only marauders that study (james doesn't really need to but mcgonagall gives him biscuits when he does and lily is in a lot of revision groups)

rich kid!james and his sugar baby friend!remus. or also known as hardworking with zero social status!remus and his trophy husband with infinite social connections friend!james

the jock and the friend that sits in the stands reading/knitting (i am now thinking about the gryffindors at quidditch practice and remus and mary are sitting in the stand together, remus knitting whilst mary sews)

my favourite pining romantics <333 but james gets slapped by his crush and thinks she's completely in love with him, whilst remus gets kissed by his crush and thinks he'll never like him

abundant in self esteem and extremely low self esteem. but they both are each other's biggest hype men.

they do their makeup together (peter only sometimes wears eyeliner when on stage for his band, sirius doesn't really wear makeup cause he's already hot enough- remus wears concealer everyday for his scars, and james' mum put red eyeshadow on him once and he became obsessed with it- he has a glittery red eye shadow he loves and wears all the time)

they both get worried that they're not good people constantly. and also reassure each other they are good people constantly

the two marauders that actually have a good family life and are very close with their parents. their parents also are super unstrict. hope and lyall sends remus weed and alchol whenever he asks (the only thing they're strict on is werewolf related things ie. telling people, recovering in bed after a full moon). euphemia and fleamont get notified that james has like 50 detentions and they just send him some food to snack on during the detentions (the only thing they're strict on is being respectful of teachers/family members and sharing things with loved ones)

[doodleneo]

i fifnally managed to get Pomni's design down more correctly <'3

FIRST TIME DRAWING CAIEN ive sene so much fanart of him a billion times but once i tried draiwng him i forogot,,

[desertduality]

Scar & Grian (platonic) movie night for a writing prompt ^^

Okay this one I can actually classify as a snippet ajksdkj it's just under 500 words. I hope you like it!! :D

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“I brought blankets!”

Scar’s triumphant call is the only warning Grian gets before the world goes dark, several pounds of fluffy knitted wool landing directly on his head. Grian grunts and sputters as fibers stick to his tongue, flailing his limbs in an attempt to remove himself from the impromptu bindings. He surfaces with a gasp, blankets falling into a pile behind him, hair staticky and sticking up at odd angles. He whips his head around to glare at Scar, standing behind him doubled over in breathless laughter. 

“Just for that,” Grian says, turning back to fiddle with the projector. “I get to choose the movie.”

Scar’s laughter cuts off comically fast, and Grian has to bite his cheek to suppress his own giggling, giddy excitement bursting behind his ribcage. It’s way too fun to rile Scar up. 

“What, no!” Scar cries, and Grian doesn’t even have to look to know he’s doing his best begging eyes. “You said you’d watch Star Wars with me! You pinky promised, Grian!”

“One of those blankets was weighted, Scar. You could have killed me,” Grian says, turning around, and— Yep, there were the eyes. He steadfastly ignored them. “Or worse, you could have broken the projector.”

“Fine,” Scar replies, sitting down crosslegged with a huff, leaning back against the couch and starting to remove his leg braces. “Movie night is sacred. I won’t throw things on movie night.”

“Any other time is fair game,” Grian agrees, nodding, grabbing the remote and scooting backwards until he’s next to Scar. “Alright, which one was it that you wanted to watch?”

“We should marathon,” Scar suggests brightly, producing a bag of popcorn out of thin air and loudly opening it. “We can start with the first one. Not the prequels, the actual first movie.”

“Just a heads up, I will be falling asleep,” Grian warns, clicking onto the first movie and tugging blankets over them both. “And that is not an invitation to draw on my face.”

“Make it through the first movie, at least, and I’ll spare you,” Scar jokes, flinging a piece of popcorn at him with a cheeky grin. “If you don’t, I do have a sharpie with me. Be warned.”

“I can’t believe you plan for this stuff,” Grian complains, rolling his eyes with a quiet laugh. “I’ll try, Scar. Happy?”

“Do or do not,” Scar says imperiously, eyes flashing with gleeful mischief. “There is no try.”

“You are insufferable.”

“I love you, too!”

Grian shoves Scar lightly on the shoulder, both of them with amused grins on their face, and popcorn bounces out of the bag onto their laps. Just a typical movie night, really.  Leaning back into the couch cushions, Grian points the remote and presses play. The bold yellow text starts scrolling down the screen, music blaring from the speakers, and Scar cheers. Grian sighs, longsuffering and fond, and sets the remote down on the ground.

(He wakes up in the morning with poorly drawn cat whiskers on his face, looks down at Scar snoring on the floor next to him, and happily returns the favor.)

[tunastime]

hiccuping tears into the shoulder + ranchers by chance?

hiccuping tears into their shoulder (1087 words) (x)

For the first time in a good, long portion of his life, Tango despises how silent the night gets. It's not without its natural noise—the balmy, sticky humidity and breeze in the grass, or the crickets, the cicadas quieting down, the sounds of animals rearranging themselves to a comfier sleeping arrangement. He should be doing the same, but he's sitting on the edge of the bed, his spine a rigid line. He can feel the blood in his body, he can feel the spaces where his muscles connect to each other, with every breath he can feel his lungs separate out the oxygen. It's at the very least startling, and at the very most, he feels like he might dissolve on the spot if touched. 

Tango knows how death feels—painless respawn and a few seasons of a life game behind him, but to feel someone else die, too. The echo of death alongside your own. He didn't like that! Not good at all. All his blood and heartbeat-y things are rushing around in his ears. He doesn't even hear Jimmy the first time he speaks up from the other side of the bed, with how his voice scrapes out.

"I didn't know they were aiming for us," Jimmy says.

"Of course not," Tango says, furrowing his eyebrows. "I know you didn't."

He's still looking at his hands, running his thumb over the lines in his palm and pushing into the tiny bones and muscle there. Jimmy flexes his hands like he can feel the pressure and bones moving around. He watches him fold his hand tight around each other and slump, pulling his shoulders to his chest. His breath squeezes in his chest as Jimmy deflates tiredly.

"I just don't want you to think—"

"I'm not gonna think this is your fault, alright?" Tango says, frowning at him. "Why would I?"

Jimmy sighs. His jaw works.

"Cause it usually is," he grits. Tango scrunches his nose on instinct, recoiling out of habit before he manages:

"That's not fair, man."

"This whole game isn't far!" Jimmy huffs, waving a hand about.

"Sure but—"

"But nothing, Tango. I just—I can't lose and drag you with me. That's more than not fair."

"I don't care."

"I care."

Before Tango can argue, though, he tastes the faintest hints of anger and frustration at the back of his mouth fade. He watches Jimmy's face contort as he tries to come up with a better sentence, something he probably thinks Tango deserves. Maybe an apology. 

Tango just looks at him. He kind of feels bad, that little bit of gut wrenching cold that trickles in, but mostly he's just confused. Jimmy's words bat around in his brain like dust particles. Dust bunnies. He definitely assumed they were done with this. That maybe Jimmy made peace like he did—though really he hadn't had that much time to make peace, if he's being honest. He's still bitter. He's sure a lot of people are still bitter. But in terms of Jimmy's whole situation? It's not like it could be helped. They just had to be careful. So Tango was being careful, and Jimmy was taking what Tango thought was a calculated risk, so he was mad, sure, but he couldn't really stay mad for a long time. So he takes a long breath and sighs it out his nose. It still tastes surprisingly reminiscent of smoke.

"So what are we going to do?" he asks softly. Jimmy inhales.

"I don't know," he says. "Go to bed? Wake up and start planning?"

Tango hums plainly. He likes that idea. The small spool of feeling in his chest that must belong to Jimmy gives a little tug, like it wanted to take him down with it. 

"Yeah," Tango says, voice coming hoarse. "Yeah, I think so."

For a moment, Tango runs his tongue over his teeth, runs his thumbs over the seams of his knees. He sighs, and then he leans into Jimmy's shoulder with a definitive huff. He's tired. From the ache in his bones, to the breathlessness of dying, to just taking in Jimmy's stress. Man. He's exhausted. Jimmy snorts quietly. He feels him press his cheek against Tango's head. The hand Jimmy had been fiddling with in his lap ends up at the base of his spine, splayed over the fabric. Tango squeezes his eyes shut.

"Thanks Tango," Jimmy says shakily. He sounds like he's on the knife's edge of crying, so Tango fumbles out a hand and lands it solidly on his knee. It's not a terribly comfortable thing to stretch one of his achy shoulders or biceps that far but he does anyway, and Jimmy huffs out a damp laugh. "Guess I'm just... pissed off."

Tango snorts.

"If you think you're pissed, just wait until they rile me up," he says into the fabric of Jimmy's shirt. Jimmy laughs. Tango tries to hold in a grin that he also smothers into his shoulder, but fails. Jimmy's hand skips over his knuckles and squeezes the hand on his knee.

"Sure thing, Rancher," he teases. Tango makes a half-suppressed noise of indignation, squeaking as he bolts upright. He nearly knocks into Jimmy's jaw as he untangles himself with all the grace of a cat trying to weasel out of someone's arms. 

"I'm just sayin'," he grumbles, crinkling his nose. "You seem like you're in a better mood though."

Jimmy sighs, rounding out his shoulders. 

"Think so," he says, working his cheek between his teeth. Tango feels the sensation of prodding in his mouth. Bleh. "Think so."

"Probably a good idea to make good on that sleeping... thing,” he says, reaching up to scrub at his eyes. He barely stifles a yawn as Jimmy stretches, twisting his tall body around in a way that feels surprisingly pleasant to Tango’s stiff muscles. He can’t imagine, especially with the way Jimmy holds all his emotions in his shoulders, that his upper back is doing him any favors. Jimmy makes a little noise in confirmation as Tango turns, attempting to make ample space for him in the small bed. He knows they’ll end up back to back at some point, but as he lies down, shoulder to shoulder, an easy comfort rolls over him. Sure there’s all the red blood rushing around in his ears, and sure he feels it right up on his skin like a bad rash, but for now, next to Jimmy, he shuts his eyes.

They’ll make this time count for something, at least.

[starry-bi-sky]

'Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings' doodles, because Pathetic Wet Cat Danny is the best Danny to practice drawing young faces with (and expressions).

[lesbicosmos]

HAPPY SLIGHTLY BELATED BIRTHDAY BESTIEEEE @latin-8-o-clock-my-room !!

my laptop is homophobic for crashing yesterday so i couldn't finish this actually on your birthday smh

[ranboard]

*strolls in* allium duo maybes :3 ur boards are pretty cool i must say

save me white girls!! SAVE ME

[heshemejoshi]

colored a sketch from yesterday