#or at least just my headcanon

[forgottenspring]

I'm having imaginary beef with fanfiction writers bc I'm starting to realize I may be one of the only ppl that are picking up what I feel tadc is laying down.

Aka Jax and Ragatha are being coded as siblings thanks to Jax's voice being modeled after Andy and Ragatha modeled after Ann, their convos, the fact that the show keeps referencing the movie in different ways.

But nobody is actually making fics for it the way I'm seeing the info, they're doing it in a "it'd be cool if they're sibs instead of shipping like everyone's doing" for like 3 fics and I'm doing it as a "what if they are step siblings and rlly want to care about each other but actively Ragatha annoys Jax and Jax actively tries to get Ragatha riled up."

And Ragatha quotes Andy and in the same episode Jax quotes Andy, and when Ragatha mentions she hates Jax but doesn't want him to hate her, Jax acts odd, but my brain immediately linked it to the scene of paper flowers and candy hearts, which is how Andy and Ann both tell each other how much they care about each other and love each other as siblings.

And I'm now hooked on this headcanon but have to deal with the fact that there's a very real chance they're not related and a very real chance that I'm going to be one of the only ones who sees this idea. Aka I'm gonna have to write my own fanfiction at this rate. XD

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[egophiliac]

Since book 7 part 5 (the part where we meet Meleanor/Maleanor 👀) is coming to EN this month, i would love to see your take on lilia’s proposal to meleanor! i mean they were like little kids right? it couldn’t have been that serious…i think the only reason she even brought it up again is because she could tell lilia still genuinely loved her…(even if he didn’t realize it himself?) but, oh well! Let’s think about silly childhood shenanigans to numb the pain! ^_^ (orz)

oh shit?! get ready for a doozy guys, it's comiiiiiing ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I chickened out of posting the whole thing (look, I get VERY carried away when it comes to these wacky kids and their Tragedy), but I do believe that it probably ended with Lilia getting embarrassed and just shoving the first thing he sees into his mouth to try and cover for it.

(we're just lucky it wasn't a frog this time)

[calciumdreams]

i've been thinking about this au lately,,

[undertheredhood]

any dc character: *confessing something about their past they kept hidden out of fear/shame*

their batfam bff who had already known for a while and is now desperately trying to hide that they knew the truth this entire time: “oh, wow! that is so crazy, i am so sorry you had to go through that.”

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[screwpinecaprice]

When your boyrfren is a morning person.

(Idk if Connie's not a morning person, but it'd be funny if she isn't.)

Connie doodles (and a Steven!)

[teenytraveler]

"Papa!"

just my daily missing dad Loid time feat. his kids 🥹

(the baby's name is James!)

[narfin-frood]

idea that was haunting me while i took a shower earlier (transcript & single image page under the cut)

(figured i'd split it up so it would load a little quicker and display a little sharper)

TRANSCRIPT:

{hater and peepers are in a time orbble, and hater is racing along at full speed while peepers, unable to keep up, whirls around the orbble, yelling, distraught, as he does.}

HATER: back to the present! back to the present!!

PEEPERS: WHOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAA!!!

{hater skids to a stop, and peepers is left to tumble until he loses his momentum.}

HATER: WAIT!! IS THAT...????

PEEPERS: WuoWoWOWwoOOough OOMPH!!

{hater presses his lack of a nose against the orbble's wall. beyond it, there's a stage, spewing smoke from machines into the crowd surrounding it. there's a banner hanging above it, reading "NOzN", stylized like the nine inch nails logo.}

HATER: IT IS!! IT'S...IT'S THE NINETY-OUNCE NIHILISTS POST-DEMOLITION GHOST-PLANET TOUR!!!

{hater continues to gush about the particular album he owns that contains the setlist they did for this particular tour, and says he knows all the words. peepers is picking himself up off the floor.}

PEEPERS: oogh...wh... that old band? hold on. when exactly did this tour happen?

HATER: oh, not too long ago. only a few...

(pause)

HATER:...hundred years ago

PEEPERS: because if ninety-ounce nihilists broke up in... wait. DID YOU SAY HUNDRED???

HATER, talking over peepers: SHH SHH SHUT UP PEEPERS, IT'S STARTING!

{focus turns to major threat on the stage, holding the microphone and introducing himself. to his left is somebody with a big hat and an equally big electric guitar.}

MAJOR THREAT: how's it going tonight? feeling doomed? well, get used to it!! we are NINETY-OUNCE NIHILISTS!!!

HATER, offscreen: hey, who's the guitarist?

PEEPERS, offscreen: i don't know, sir...

HATER: never seen him on the poster...

{the guitarist tilts his head up to reveal his identity... it's wander! wander in guyliner and a leather jacket!}

HATER: wait... NO!!!

PEEPERS: wait, WHAT??

{hater gapes down at the stage, croaking in shock and disgust. peepers looks down in shock.}

PEEPERS: wh- how- that can't be right!... that makes him how old??

{wander starts to play his guitar, major threat starts to sing.}

HATER: all this time. that filthy riff...i can't believe it...

PEEPERS: neither can i, sir...

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this is pretty silly and self indulgent but i finished it in such a short window of time i figure it mustve been a necessary assignment. here are a few songs they could be playing because i like nine inch nails and i like wander over yonder music

imagine if u will. two man gentleman band cover

[feelo-fick]

"it must be the caffiene."

"...? we didn't have anything caffinated?"

//

CHILAIOS WEEK DAY 2 : Changeling

HI THIS IS SUPER LATE BUT ART HAS BEEN. HARD. AND YES I SKIPPED ONE DAY THAT ONE IS GONNA GO LAST BECAUSE ITS TAKING SO LONG TO MAKE.... ill get to the others when i find the time.

Bonus :

[justanotheryellowsoul]

Oh. Oh.

Siffrin isn't just missing the trap switch or keys because they suck at their assigned job. He doesn't. Or at least- didn't.

They miss them because they only have one eye now. Siffrin has bad depth perception. He can't tell if a space in a drawer or book is a bit bigger than it's supposed to be. They can't tell if something is sitting oddly-

He keeps hitting that one table, because he clearly hasn't adjusted to the new depth perception. It's not their fault.

It was never their fault.

[otaku553]

Quite frankly still obsessed with the three of them

A little procrastination doodle

[xuxudio]

sometimes you gotta give the coolest most badass character you know a really silly trait

[vaguely-concerned]

fucking crying real tears of laughter at the idea of lucanis letting out a sigh of relief at finally leaving the endless wind-whipped halls of the grand necropolis behind only to find that rook has brought the cursed giant skeleton statues back home with them. and turning to look directly into the camera as only a man who has slept six hours altogether in the last week and is animated only by coffee and spite at this point could. the nevarran lighthouse decor my beloved.

[aayakashii]

"Can I hug you?" You suddenly asked as you watched Haru's back while he closed the gate that led to the fields where bigger, bull-like anomalies roamed free.

"What? Now?" He turned around to look at you, eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise. He rubbed the back of his hand against his forehead, wiping the sweat on his brow that glistened under the harsh sun rays. You noticed how the white streaks of sunscreen you had demanded he applied on his face were already trailing down his freckled cheeks. He was already due for another coat.

You shrugged and nodded meekly.

"But I'm all sweaty, and there's dirt on my clothes." He said with a pout. His hands instinctively went to touch the place where Peekaboo would be, if he wasn't napping in his cradle back in the dorm.

"... I know." You muttered.

Haru straightened his posture and put his hands on his hips, leaning towards your face.

"Hmmm... Are you okay?" He asked, scanning your expressions.

You shrugged again and fidgeted with your hands.

"Not really."

He slowly leaned back with a sigh, face softening at your words. His eyebrows shot up again, now morphing his face into a look of sympathy.

"Okay..." he nodded. "But are you sure you wanna hug me?"

You nodded fiercely. Haru frowned.

"Even if I'm a bit yucky?"

"You're not yucky!" You immediately protested. You would never stand for his own self-deprecation.

"I just mean I'm sweaty" Haru raised his hands in surrender with a giggle.

"I don't care." You shook your head and looked at your feet. "I just wanna hug you."

Haru widened his eyes for a moment before raising the corner of his lips in a smile and shaking his head.

"I can't say no after that, now can I? Come here." He opened his arms with a grin and stepped closer to you.

You threw your arms around his neck and pressed yourself flush against his body. And as Haru circled your waist with his arms, your senses were quickly covered by all that encompassed him.

His messy mop of red hair grazed your forehead as you rested your head on the crook of his neck. The darkened tips were plastered together since they were damp, and they tickled your skin as they dragged softly on your face.

From up close, you could see that the freckles that adorned his cheeks and nose were also present on his clavicule, and you couldn't help but wonder if he also had them on his shoulders, on his back, on his chest.

His breathing was steady, grounding. He hummed quietly as his hands traced circles on your back, patiently waiting for you to leave the darker corners of your mind, luring you back to him with his voice.

But most importantly, there was his scent. Haru smelled like a mix of sunscreen, musk, and grocery store-bought baby cologne – he had told you before that it was the best way to make himself smell at least okay without spending too much money. It was all so undeniably "Haru" that, for a moment, you managed to focus only your senses and forget about everything else.

You exhaled shakily, and Haru tightened his hold on your waist, pressing you firmly (and impossibly closer) against his body. You felt supported. Protected. Safe.

You already knew it, but once again, you relished in the realization that Haru felt like home.

And, in that moment, you could believe that things could be okay someday – as long as you had that home to go back to.