#one more after this

[stergeon]

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[part-time-deranged]

[6flyingosprey6]

Discuss

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[wrenchwenches]

[keymintt]

more public art! these fellas were printed on vinyl for the sides of a traffic cabinet

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[alacarhelsng]

The Ship (Cont.)

"Right." Alacar sighed then continued. "I need you to let us onto the ship he's working on right now without setting off any security measures." "Done," Qimzal said curtly. "Say hi for me, and blow him a kiss." The feed cut out and the group waited in awkward silence for a while. "That happened." Bea spoke up having been stuck at an angle that forced her to watch. "Yes well… not all friends in high places are the same." Alacar groaned. "I'm surprised something like you has friends." Syhren quipped to which Alacar would have responded had the ship not started moving at that time. Slowly at first until the bay got a full lock on their position and they began to steadily accelerate towards the docking zone. Within five minutes, five very very tense minutes of not knowing if they were heading into a betrayal

Silence hung over the five in the cabin as the ship landed and they waited. In the positions they were stuck in they would absolutely not last any sort of attack, luckily they wouldn't have to. Harvey, who had opted to stay in the very limited and dangerous space in the main compartment, opened the door for them. First Lonque fell out and landed on his face with a bit of a smile, then Bea fell on top of him. Or she would have if he was already most of the way towards the exit. "How did you even." Bea looked started, and Harvey helped her up with a smile. "Ye, I find it best not to question 'im, you ain't gettin' any answers from 'im." After Bea managed to get up the other three detangled themselves and followed her out the exit to find Lonque with a very bemused expression on his face while a very wide-horned troll berated him. "..and what is this outfit?! Don't you know as a low-cast you should be dressed impecably! If you would, compare yourself to me. Every part of my uniform is clean, crisp, and perfectly in place as it should be! If a high-blood hadn't made this request I would have you sent straight to the cells for rehabilitation immediately. And look at the company you keep!" The fleet official gestured towards the group making their way out of the ship. "Not even a single unwrinkled outfit amongst you! I should rep-" He immediately cut off when Harvey stepped out of the ship and began making an odd wailing gurgling noise like a small animal being stabbed and drowned at the same time. "I-I-I-I-I-I I am Rimmer Acenet! I was just addressing the m-misconduct of your group sir." He quickly fell into a doubled solute which just made Lonque silently laugh behind the man. "Uuuuuuhhh At ease?" Harvey nervously responded which just seemed to make Rimmer switch to a stand that was more tense and somehow less at ease than before. "I am assuming you are the highblood in charge here! I was asked to assist you in any way possible!" Harvey nervously looked at Alacar who shrugged then back at the overly stiff private. "Yea uhhh…. so we got some boxes? could ya like… move 'em to the engines?" "Yes! Right away sir!" "Thank ya kindly." "No, thank you!" With that Rimmer rushed past the group and began the laborious task of offloading all the explosives. "Well, that's one thing taken care of." Alacar spoke, somewhat astonished by the situation. " "Yea so uh…. what's next on the list?" Harvey said, arms on his hips. "Right." Alacar stepped in front of everyone and began to recite the plan. "Bea, you're on lookout, get somewhere high and use those eyes or yours to keep track of the position of key figures." Vlad cut in to get Syhren's orders knowing she likely would refuse to listen to Alacar out of spite. "Doll, you need to take out surveillance to give us room to work." Syhren nodded and Alacar continued. "Then we're going to need a distraction to pull anyone guarding her out." "I can handle that." Lonque spoke and Alacar simply accepted it, knowing he'd get it done no matter what it was. "Finally, Harvey we need you to secure and maintain our escape, none of this matters if we can't get out. Also, it's clear that our new friend is only going to listen to you." "Will do." "Vlad, you're with me, I'm not the strongest troll so I may need help carrying Calmet." There was also the unspoken agreement between him and Syhren that he was to keep Vlad alive no matter what, and despite his distaste for the troll, he wouldn't begrudge her desire to keep someone she cared about safe. He intended to do so as long as it didn't interfere with saving his mate-sprite.

The group splintered off on their separate tasks, Harvey staying behind with Rimmer who had finished moving the explosives off the ship and was now beginning to move them into the ship engine room as ordered. Ten minutes in Alacar and Vlad traveled silently through the halls of the ship, avoiding contact to the best of their ability until Syhren's began speaking into all of their ears. " Surveillance has been neutralized, Bea is approaching her position soon. Seems the target isn't on the cameras, that's such a shame for you demon." Alacar was about to swear when Bea's voice buzzed in as well. "I just saw a doctor head into a room in the west wing, and caught a glimpse of the target before the door closed." "Give Syhren a description, Doll I'm going to need you to lead me and Al to that room." "Fine, you owe me a night after this V." Vlad smirked directly into one of the cameras nearby. "Of course doll." Once again the duo was on the move, weaving through the ship with the guidance of Syhren until they made their way to the room in question. "Lonque," Alacar started." we're gonna need that distraction now." The only response they received was a ripple of lights turning off and then on way too brightly as a power surge ripped through the ship then a horrifying grinding and crashing sound. Whatever he had done seemed to pull the doctor out in such a rush that he left the door open for Vlad and Alacar to slip inside.

[blueskittlesart]

Dear Big Brother

kind of a sequel to this comic

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Suddenly, bell bottoms aren't so bad

Bonus sketch, because I had to vv

"Stop checking out my assistant, Stanley."

[chloesimaginationthings]

Elizabeth Afton bets on losing dogs in FNAF..

[wanologic]

and they were roommates

[july-19th-club]

seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything

[batbabydamian]

*you opening the love letter* what does your damijon look like, pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, i know it would be so cute, i just know it 🙏🙏🙏

here you go! thank you for the ask, this was a lot of fun to do! they're working on a case together ^^