#nothing vague

[melonsharks]

au where everything is the same except mabel and dipper have been going to gravity falls every year before the show takes place since like kindergarten.

its a pretty simple premise that derives mostly from my desire to explore interpersonal relationships and the ways a place and people can change from a young child’s point of view. it doesn’t change canon that much either, admittedly, i just wanted to draw childhood friends stuff LOL. ill call it uhhhhhhhh every summer au.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

"You and me, Ethan. Together we go save Rose, and then we can grind Miranda into paste!"

[tawnysoup]

[starry-songs-canvas]

Take Care of Him

The boy, who had Damian’s face, couldn’t be more different than Dick’s (alive?) baby brother.

Aside from his Snow White hair, he smiled and laughed freely, making puns on top of his embarrassing story about his supposed twin brother.  

(“Clones don’t have childhood memories right?  So if I have an embarrassing story or two, that’ll give you a way to check that I’m not a clone AND give you ammunition for teasing!”)

“—And that’s how his face—and his pride—was forever wounded by Sparta the warrior cat!”  Danny finished his story with a flourish, cracking up immediately after.

“Huh, and to think he left it at “training”, obviously he didn’t think anyone would let the cat out of the bag.”  Dick said, laughing even as he eyed the lookalike.

Danny snorted.  “Yeah, I doubt he thought anything as Cat-astropic as that would happen.”

They sat in silence for a moment, overlooking the buildings below, with the Dalv. Co. Labs smoking in the distance and the breeze blowing past the two, yet only seeming to affect Nightwing and not the phantom beside him.

“Is he safe?  Is he happy?” Danny murmurs as he looks up at the stars, looking every bit the forlorn ghost he claimed to be.

“…We keep each other safe.  And I’d say once he got past the stabbing faze, he’s pretty happy in Gotham.”

“But I’m sure it’d make him happy to see you again.”  Dick thought back to the comments the vampire-ghost they’d fought earlier.  It didn’t sound exactly, “happy” or “safe” for Danny.  Or anyone else involved.

Danny shook his head.  “Nah.  He’s… moved on.  And with how crazy my after-life is?  I’m already dealing with ghosts, ghost-hunters, and my—err—that frootloop from earlier.  I do not need to add furries and murder-ninjas to the mix.”

Danny sighed as he floated into a standing position.  “Speaking of which, if you could just, maybe not tell him you saw me?  Better to let dead dogs lie.”

Danny’s piercing Lazarus green eyes looked at Dick and he saw the exact same expression B had on whenever he “had to do it alone”.

“Just, take care of him, Kay?  Or I’ll haunt you to the ends of the universe!”  He said, throwing up a peace sign as he turned invisible.

Dick snorted, “Yeah, sure kid.”

Dick got up and started off toward the bat-plane.  He had a brother to interrogate, and another brother/clone of his brother to find.

[darkacademiaarchivist]

FUCK I just remembered "canaries should stay above ground"

[fictionadventurer]

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.

[artilite]

exploding dog of true love 🧨🌌

my part of an art trade with @drabdoodler!! HI!!!! check out their art here

creds. words: richard siken inspiration: riotbones (it's sooo genuinely gorgeous. please check it out!!!)

thoughts and sketch under the cut!

first page:

i imagine the setting is pre-game, camping outside somewhere for the night. mira/odile/bonnie probably took their only tent or something idk.. suspension of disbelief!!

when thinking about love in any capacity, isa looks to the stars!! take that as you will :)

i decided not to connect the dots of the canis major constellation as a nod to the fact that neither isa nor siffrin would recognize it. it's simply naturally there in the sky, apart from the dog-shaped sky for viewing purposes !

originally the red/blue color palette was a faint nod to t4t isafrin but evidently i deviated away from that a lot,, HELP

second page:

each 4 point star in the background was meant to be another version of them? something something.. in every universe trope !

siffrin's supposed to resemble a supernova somewhat???

originally i figured siffrin would take off their eyepatch to sleep. i vetod this because drawing two eyes is hard, okay? thanks for reading my scattered ramblings... isafrin makes the brain spin 'round <3

[lunacias]

these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus

[laikabu]

i hate that i have to clarify that what i’m about to write is not a ship post, i am capable of enjoying two characters relationship as very good friends and not only a romantic relationship despite my handle. but anyway.

people who hate laios/kabru so much they start ignoring the fact he essentially becomes laios’s best friend along with marcille by the end of the manga are kinda funny. you know you don’t have to ship them to acknowledge they become very close buddies right. kabru has his Red best friends(rin and laios), while laios has his Blue best friends(marcille and kabru)

even before they become close, kabru just has unwavering faith for him even if he didn’t entirely trust him. there’s about two times he says “i’ll leave it all to you, laios!” verbatim.

then kabru stays behind to help them finish what remains of faligon long after his party leaves. he’s weaved himself into the party so much, he’s included in a couple of touden party sketches and some that don’t even include namari or toshiro. he enjoys planning laios’s meetings that he has sparkles in his eyes. he gets legitimately upset when laios suggests something stupid to his corpse after he dies. he thought laios was testing him when laios asked if he could stay by his side(because he was already doing it!!)

laios provides a safe environment for him to do something he loves and highly values his opinions, and in turn he makes laios not feel stupid. claiming that laios is his bumbling pawn or hes gonna leave melini for whatever reason is essentially AU fan fiction disguised as meta posts. how can you claim to be a fan of him and… not even trust his intentions? laios even tells marcille that kabru makes for a better king than he does, so i imagine it was brought up at some point and kabru was very against the idea.

as much as i think the conniving vizier jokes were mildly funny until it got old, he is really just a good person who believes in laios’ abilities as a ruler. even if he has to whisper a bajillion cheat codes to him most of the time.

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[inkkill]

“Everyone moves on…

… And I get left behind”

[edgarallennope]

as james somerton is back in the conversation, i would like to soyjack point to the one and only tweet that hbomberguy has made in light of the recent news:

[solanadium]

you don't know how much longer you can keep doing this

[mythalism]

i am sure a lot of people can relate but the idea of solavellan closure and a legitimate, canon ending to their story actually makes me feel vaguely ill. like what do you mean we are getting an ending. i have carried this story in my soul for A DECADE, during some of the most formative years of my life, and now it’s going to just be…. OVER??? WHAT????

[nikoisme]

Telemachus who can't really grieve for or miss his father because he barely knows who he's missing or mourning. He tries, but he doesn't know how. The father he misses is someone he made up in his head, stitched together from bits of his mother's and grandparents' stories. The grief doesn't feel true. It feels misplaced. Not to say he doesn't feel anything. It's all just a vague, muddled mess of confusion, longing, emptiness, anger and sadness. Send post

[chalkrub]

art fight is once again drawing near and i will once again be very enthusiastically participating! i love artfight i LOVE ocs and i love drawing other people's ocs - feel free to reblog/reply with your artfights, I always go through and bookmark my followers' characters <:^) above, you can see a small sample of my guys, both old and new, if you wanna draw them! it always makes me more happy than i can say to see my ocs in other peoples styles. tbh. if i'm being honest.

my artfight username is also chalkrub, pr alternatively you can click this funny little link HERE

I’ll be team seafoam, easiest choice of all time even if my idealised version of seafoam does not match up to the reality of the gross beige clumpy froth I see on estuaries sometimes