#shhhhh it's fine

[anj-does-stuff]

Seal Master Arashi from Murder of Crows 🐦‍⬛

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

What if Chapman was identical twins and Hendrick Chapman is Vice-Principal Chapman's (probably dead) twin brother?

IT ALL FITS. This explains why Chapman is so selfish and conniving in Andalite Chronicles but so selfless and honest in #2. Hedrick Chapman died in the black hole because Elfangor and Loren straight-up FORGOT HIM on the Jahar. His identical twin Bobson Chapman is living on Earth with no idea this happened. It's perfect because we never learn the first name of the kids' vice principal.

No wonder Chapman gives Loren a blank look when she comes up to him and starts talking about yeerks; he's never met this woman before in his life. No wonder Chapman ends up joining the Sharing as an adult despite getting yeerk-controlled as a teen; for all he knows his brother ran off and aliens don't exist. The Ellimist didn't intervene in Chapman's life at all; that's just Elfangor rationalizing after the fact because did I mention that he FORGOT to save Chapman from the killer asteroids?

[your-reluctant-optimist]

I got like 3 hours of sleep and I was going to have coffee first but this chapter Demands to be Written so fuck it we ball

It is 6am here btw

[a-polite-melody]

Considering that there’s another post going around that lands on this conclusion, I think it deserves its own succinct post:

When transmascs share instances of positivity to remind each other that the way we are treated isn’t all bad, it’s then used as proof of the whole of transmasc experiences being this way, and that transmascs are not oppressed as a whole.

When transmascs share instances of harm done to transmascs to raise awareness that transmascs are harmed directly within our societies, it’s used as proof that we are taking up too much room in conversations because the harm we face “isn’t bad enough”.

When transmascs share instances of outright murder of members of our community to show that no, transmasc issues are not somehow “lesser” because “we aren’t dying” because we are dying, it’s used as proof that we are trauma dumping and trying to make other people feel sorry for us—look at these AFABs being whiny and hysterical and trying to portray themselves as victims. Or that it isn’t specific enough to us so we should shut up and let other people speak for us.

Transmascs cannot speak about our experiences without being touted as an example of why transmascs as a whole should shut up.

This is erasure.

[ironbloodcd]

This brings back memories, admittedly, of times when he'd comforted Diluc so many years ago. His big brother, always the overly emotional one, needing to be soothed after he'd been scolded, or even simply because he'd been upset by something, and Kaeya...

Kaeya simply being there, whether it be so that his adopted brother might vent his frustrations, or get a desperately needed hug. Even as children, Kaeya had always been the more level-headed one, and in a way, that remained the case even now. That's an almost comforting fact, if the Cavalry Captain were to be honest - knowing that, despite all the time that's passed, some things have remained very much the same.

"Yeah... I missed you too," the darker man admits quietly, his arms squeezing slightly around his sibling as Diluc lets out what's likely years of pent up emotion. His redheaded brother has obviously needed this, but it would be a lie to say that Kaeya hadn't too. For the first time in years...

It feels like he's come home.

"You might not think that once I start getting on your nerves again though," Kaeya murmurs, a joking tone lacing his words as he allows Diluc's tears to soak a patch of his clothing, "but... as long as you'll have me, I... I'll do my best to make sure that never happens again, 'Luc..."

As he continues to hold his sobbing brother, Kaeya's gaze finds itself glancing towards the grave that seems to silently bear witness to their overdue reunion. Is their father watching from whatever afterlife exists? Is he glad to see his sons reconciling after so many years apart? Kaeya feels his heart quiver as those silent questions pass through his mind - he hopes that's the case, and that Crepus can forgive him for all the pain he's caused his older brother in the time since his adoptive father's passing.

"... happy birthday," he says quietly, the words slipping from his lips before he can think to say otherwise. He pauses, then clears his throat after a moment before continuing, "I've... wanted to be able to say that to you again for... a long time, big brother..."

Were the redhead to pull at Kaeya's garments any rougher, the fabric may very well buckle under the pressure. Gods, it had been FAR too long since he'd held his brother like this, and BEEN held. Far, far, far too damn long, and though they are working towards mending their broken bond, it wouldn't make up for all the lost moments. All the lost memories, the lost opportunities to grow up together, as they had once dreamed of.

He's always been the crybaby, hilariously enough, despite Crepus being RELENTLESS in how feverishly he'd attempted to shape his blood son into the perfect knight. Knights are strong, knights are able to steel themselves against things that would BREAK most people, but Crepus had made sure to remind Diluc often that VULNERABILITY, and the ability to both show and EMBRACE it, were important traits of a knight, as well. He's as damn vulnerable as he can possibly get in this very moment, and he's glad Adelinde and the other house maids weren't here to witness this, even if he knows they would not judge.

" I missed you... " He croaks, burying his face deeper into Kaeya's shoulder. Just the feeling of being back within his brother's arms, smelling his scent, hearing his voice, feeling his heartbeat... it's so, SO inexplicably healing. " I missed you s-so much, Kae. Please... I beg... let us never grow apart like that again. I... I could not bear it... "

Whatever it takes for them to mend, fully heal, and go back to how they used to be, Diluc is willing to do it without hesitation. He'll apologize a thousand times over until his throat feels raw and his lips begin to wither away if it means Kaeya will be a constant in his life again.

[splintergirl13]

Screw it. Posts the hyperfixation lmao so I got sucked down the rabbit hole it's fine I'm fine

When you go to shoot your mortal enemy in the chest but they're smaller than you so you miss, featuring meme reaction images because I couldn't resist

[citrus-c0la]

ITS OUR BIRTHDAY 🔥🎂🔥🎉🔥

[the-kipsabian]

[nicholas-wolfwood]

More like two packs in the last few hours, but he'll leave that detail to himself...

"Oh yeah?" He certainly perked up at Vash's offer, sliding a little closer. "You have my attention, Blondie."

Two packs of cigarettes?? In ONE day?! Yeah, no, he had numerous concerns with that, too, judging by the way his brows jumped...!

"Maybe... I'll make sure to stick close today, though, just for peace of mind. Easier to manage stuff like this with someone watching your back, yeah?"

"And I'm sure I could help find another way to ease off some of the nerves, too."

[wigglebox]

Watching over you 💙💫 [x]

[xformalde-hyde]

Tattered.

[theflowersandthebeees]

SS redraw of Knuckles in his silly little hat, because it looked SO good on him they should have had him wear more hats skskfjdjjwjwjcjfjdj

didn't quite get the expression right but I'm still happy with it

@year-of-the-echidna

[feeling--pink]

Day 21 (purple) - Polytectives 💜

WOOHOO LAST ONE!!! I just had to end this little pride month rainbow series with my absolute beloved QPR the drawtectives trio!! Of course, referencing the excellent polyam trio pose reference made by mcnuggy!!

[jellydragons]

“That’s no ordinary mirror.”

So what do you reckon Wild, like… saw?

Individual frames:

[age-of-moonknight]

Variant cover for Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu (Vol. 2/2024), #1 by Aka.

[ironbloodcd]

Between the two of them, Aether's always been the more emotional one by a long shot - the one to let his feelings get the better of him, the one to think more with his heart than with his head. Albedo, meanwhile, rarely seems to lose his composure. Aether can count on one hand the number of times that he's seen the alchemist lose his cool - and usually, he collects himself quite quickly afterwards.

This outburst though... it's obvious that this fear has a tight grip on Albedo. Blinking past the tears that have gathered in his own eyes, Aether draws in a shuddering breath. He afraid too, after all - afraid of losing Albedo, as he very nearly had, and the alchemist... well, he'd very nearly lost Aether, hadn't he? To his own hands, nonetheless, to that part that the artificial man feared would, someday, steal away everything that he held dear.

The part of him that Albedo believed made him more monster than man.

"A-Albedo..." Clearing his throat, Aether struggles to gather his words - not an easy task when the pain from his wounds is so distracting. Nonetheless, the blonde pushes through the dizziness that leaves his head spinning, and reaches up clumsily to wipe his own tears away with the back of his hand. He might need Albedo right now, but Albedo... he needs him as well, doesn't he?

"You're not... you're not a monster," he begins, forcing himself to swallow down the lump in his throat, "a monster... a m-monster would've finished the job, Albedo, you... you didn't. Y-You... came back..."

Bracing himself, Aether sucks in a breath then and forces himself into a sitting position - and admittedly, he isn't able to hold back the groan of pain that rises from his throat. He's had worse though, he tells himself - much worse. There's something far more at stake here too. He has to help his partner before the other man crumbles beneath the weight that he's obviously bearing upon his shoulders.

"I-It's... It's my fault too," he continues, golden eyes fluttering shut so as to keep from growing too dizzy, "I... promised that I'd stop you. I d-didn't, and... I got hurt because of it. ... and... s-so did you..." Maybe not physically, but knowing that he'd very nearly killed the traveler... it must have been tearing Albedo apart.

"Y... You need help, b-but you're... you're not a monster, Alby. You... s-someone like you could never... never be that..."

@ironbloodcd ;; MOVED TO BETA EDITOR .

Why ? WHY ?

It blares like a SIREN in his head -- why, Why, WHY !? He'd hurt him, nearly KILLED him, and here Aether was, concerning himself NEEDLESSLY with Albedo's well-being, of all things. Albedo was not the one injured--- ALBEDO was not the one who had nearly had the air SEIZED from him by someone he was supposed to trust, to be LOVED by.

As that hand reaches out in search of CONTACT with the alchemist, the man born from chalk and flowers steps away yet again. The guilt eats away at him, makes him feel disgusting, NAUSEOUS, and he cannot even look Aether in the eye anymore, lest that nausea escalate and he loses the delightful breakfast he'd had not too long ago, before everything had taken such a terribly GRIM turn. " I cannot. I am . . . I'm sorry. Do you not understand what I have done ? Do you not understand the gravity of this situation ? I nearly KILLED you with my own blade, my own two HANDS, Aether. "

" What do you NOT understand about the fact that I am a MONSTER, and I should not be AROUND you !? "