#the transformation is wonderful to watch!

[somerandomcockroach]

SNOW BOTS ARE BACK BABE, IF IT WILL BE LIKE THAT EVERY YEAR I MIGHT DIE ONE DAY OF HAPPINESS WHEEEZE (I mean, drawing them like that is so much faster, plus colors, plus snow, plus they all are alive, COME ON IT'S A DREAM) Go smooch @keferon and everyone who makes "everyone is happy" content wheeeeeze

[ppenguinpperson]

"Isabeau picked Sif, Bonnie picked Frin.." Mirabelle jumps, horror dawning upon her. "I... I have no letters left!!!" Siffrin tilts their head, watching her like an amused cat. They stick their tongue out at her. Teasing..!! Even in these difficult times, they tease her!! She puffs out her cheeks, now determined to find a new nickname. She’s never taken a class on nicknames, but she's sure that if she tries hard enough, she'll come up with something...!!!

Mirabelle feels like Siffrin is a different person than they were this morning. They’re opening up, reaching out to everyone in their party. They even talked things out with Bonnie. Seeing them laughing together, like they did before Siffrin lost his eye, fills her heart with delight.

She doesn’t know why they’re acting like this out of nowhere, but she’s not going to pry. Despite the circumstances, this past day has been wonderful, her bond with her friends stronger than ever before. Though their journey through the House fills her with fear, she knows they’ve got her back.

After defeating another strong Sadness, the traveler leads you into a big, empty room. They declare it safe after a brief inspection. Bonnie calls for another snack time. You lay down your rapier, and sit in a circle with your friends.

---

It turns out that Siffrin handled things with Bonnie better than Mirabelle could have imagined. He probably wanted to talk to them now, in case the King… no. They’ll slay the King, save Vaguarde, and they’ll be okay. Bonnie’s determination could single handedly defeat him.

With their confidence boosted, everyone’s ready to tackle the last floor. Like he did after their last snack break, Siffrin checks in on everyone. When they get to her, a smile that you can’t help breaks out across her face. “Siffrin!” She says, joy seeping from your voice.

He blinks at you. Despite his newfound openness, she still can’t read his expressions.

She giggles. “Sorry, I just wanted to say your name.”

“Mira!” He replies, a smile now on his face. It doesn’t meet his eyes, but his smiles almost never do. Her heart still fills with warmth at the sight.

She giggles again. Feeling bold, she says, “Sif!”

“NO.”

She startles, tensing up. Eyes wide, she looks to Isabeau, who’s glaring at her. “Sif is MY Siffrin nickname, Mira. You HAVE to pick another one,” he crosses his arms, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I won’t budge on that.”

Mirabelle can only continue to stare at him in shock. What?? What?? Only his nickname?? That’s not how it works!! That’s- what about Mira?? What about Bonbon?? She can’t get her thoughts in order, so she’s grateful when Madame Odile interrupts with a frustrated groan.

“GEMS ALIVE, Isabeau.”

The fighter startles like a cat with bristled fur. He stammers for a moment, giving you a chance to collect your thoughts.

“What? B-but you and Siffrin share ‘Mira’!!” She squeezes her hands together. Next to her, Siffrin hides under their hat. “It’s not fair!!!”

Instead of stammering, Isa falls quiet for a moment. Then, he sighs, and the tension in his body dissipates. “That’s true.” In a second, he’s back to his usual cheerful self. “Alright, in the spirit of fairness, we can get joint custody on “Sif”, then!”

Though he’s smiling again, Mirabelle can’t shake her anxiety just yet. Even she can tell that this is important to Isabeau. He usually never gets upset, so for him to do so right now, even if only over a silly nickname… She’d rather not upset him further. She’d choose him over a nickname in a heartbeat.

“... You know, I think I’ll pick another nickname for Siffrin after all.”

She plays with the jingly things on her cloak, trying to think of a nickname for her friend. They’re still standing before her, unspeaking, observing her. She mutters to herself, considering her options. Can’t be “Sif”, Isabeau picked that one. Bonnie picked “Frin”, so… so…!

You jump. “I… I have no letters left…!”

Siffrin tilts their head, watching her like an amused cat. They stick their tongue out at her. Teasing..!! Even in these difficult times, they tease her!! She puffs out her cheeks, now determined to find a new nickname. She’s never taken a class on nicknames, but all of her friends have them, so… if she just studies those…

Bonnie calls Odile ‘Dile’, Siffrin ‘Frin’, and herself ‘Belle’. Looks like they just remove the first part of the name to get their nicknames. They already got ‘Frin’, though… maybe ‘Iffrin?’ ‘Rin’? No. It sucks. She’ll die before she gives them a sucky nickname.

Only for Isabeau they use ‘Za’, so.. ‘Ziffrin’? … if all else fails, she can use that. Oh, no, wait- would Bonnie take that as making fun of them?? Making fun of their nicknames?? No. She has to use something else.

Madame Odile doesn’t use nicknames. She calls everyone their full names, including Boniface.

Mirabelle’s not risking taking inspiration from Isabeau.

Siffrin uses ‘Mira’, ‘Isa’, ‘Bonnie’... Oh!! OH!!! ‘Bonnie’!!!

If all the letters are taken, why not add on more?? ‘Siffrinnie’?? ‘Siffrie’??? Wait, no!! You’ve got it!!!

“Siffie!” She grins. Siffrin, who has by now walked away from her, looks to her in surprise. “Siffie!! I’ll call you Siffie!!”

Their eyes widen. They quickly hide under their hat, a telltale sign that they’re hiding something. Loudly, Isabeau ‘Awww’s, and so does Odile, but quieter. Bonnie laughs.

“I told you that you could use ‘Sif’, Mira!! Why’d you go and make a cuter nickname?” Isabeau laments, placing a hand over his heart. “You’re making me look bad!”

She puffs up, proud to have created a cuter nickname than ‘Sif’. “You should have let me use yours when you had the chance. We’re at war now.” His laugh that follows is boisterous, filling up the room.

“Maybe I’ll start calling you ‘Siffie’ too.” Odile teases. Siffrin grumbles something unintelligible.

Mirabelle glares at Isa, pouting. “But of course. Everyone is allowed to call Siffie that.”

“Yeahhh!!” Bonnie grins, their eyes creasing into thin lines. “We’ll call you Siffie forever!!! No Frin, no Sif,” Isabeau winces, “No Siffrin!!! Only Siffie!!!”

The housemaiden giggles. “Only if they like it!” Despite the warm reception, Siffrin hasn’t said a word about what they feel. She intertwines her fingers and looks at them. “Do you?”

“... It’s fine.” Siffie says, still hiding under their hat.

[asgardian--angels]

I don't talk about this much but I'm just going to say it now.

there's something uniquely vile about being the daughter of a father who is a trump supporter. and not just a casual supporter, a full drank-the-kool-aid moon-landing-was-fake deep red neonazi maga crackpot. because I had to watch that change happen over the last decade. my father, an intelligent, introspective scientist, whose brain has essentially turned to mush and critical thinking skills shriveled up and died thanks to that orange rapist.

He has always loved me, supported me to be whatever I want to be, given me the most opportunities he could in life. He taught me to be kind, and forgiving, and to remember that we are all in this together. And now, while still claiming to feel that way, he vehemently, and viciously, spews hateful rhetoric and vitriol against women, against climate change, against democrats, against all the things I am, against the field of study I've dedicated my life, my soul to. We can no longer even have a regular conversation because all he does all day is sit online and watch trump rallies, listen to 'patriot' podcasts, and troll people on forums. He has nothing else to talk about, and cannot be negotiated with. Him and I used to love having sparring matches of wit, picking topics to debate in good faith. Now, any hint of a challenge and he becomes enraged, petty, and belittling. He somehow maintains this hypocritic fallacy in his mind that he is a good person, that he does everything to make my life better, and that humankind must come together to make a better future. Just, not *those* people, I guess, not them or them or them who aren't even people to him.

And I must occupy some gray area in his mind, Schrodinger's political prisoner. Because even though he knows I am a democrat, that I am a woman who will be affected by these laws, that I study climate change in the work that he supposedly supports, I must not be to him, one of 'those' people. I'm not like 'those' democrats, 'those' women, 'those' climate change cronies. Except when I am, because if we argue, if we discuss policy at all, I am just a girl, under his roof, and I have no idea what I'm talking about - because I'm young, because women aren't capable of understanding His greatness, because Elite Academia has brainwashed me into being a liberal. That my mom and I are ganging up on him, constantly, to paint him as the villain when he's only the victim. He's going to elect the man who will save us all, whether we want it or not. Our say doesn't matter, because we just don't understand.

I miss the father I knew. He was always petty, always ready to poke and prod - he hurt my feelings plenty, but I could deal with it. But I felt he was genuinely good at his core, that he tried his best. Now, I don't know him. I don't recognize him anymore. I've imagined so many times what I would say to him if I could give a speech, or write a letter, where he could not talk back and just had to listen. I don't know if I'll ever get that chance, or take it. But I know he has truly no idea how hurt and betrayed I am, and he wouldn't believe me if I told him. He knows no shame, and he does not apologize.

I'm not looking forward to spending the winter at home with him every day for two months. I don't see how I can look him in the eye. And how dare he look me in the eye after fucking me over.

I love my father, no matter what, and that's why it hurts me so badly to see him change into a stranger, and wonder if there was anything more I could have done to change his mind before this transformation completed. Knowing that it's not my responsibility to argue with him to try and make him see reason when he's too far gone and all it does is make me feel like shit, and yet.

I'm sorry to everyone who may relate to this within their own families. It's probably going to get worse. These men will feel empowered to speak their minds and force you to hear it. They try to provoke you, just so they can say you're hysterical or overreact as women do, when you get reasonably upset. Know that you're not alone in this, Trump has truly torn families apart in ways that I don't think will ever heal.

[p1nktw1nk]

My piece for the obikin big bang event! This artwork was in collaboration with RoyceSuven / LordSuven on AO3, with their wonderful fic called 'A collection of half-truths, and hyperbole known as Obi wan Kenobi'. Their fic is lovely, it's about Obi-wan going back in time to confess his feelings to Anakin. I shan't say anymore as I don't want to spoil it, so please go check it out! My art is of the last scene where they watch the rain in a new, built up Mandalore. The link to it is here!

Thank you guys so much for letting me participate, this piece was fun to work on! @obikinbb

[annabelle-creart]

Writer: hey, Drawer-

Drawer: it’s nsfw?

Writer: eh… no

Drawer: wadaya want?

Ultimetely, Titans Au’s had been appearing too much on my fyp and I was wondering one but with Heatwave, he transforms in the Sigma-17 ship

I don’t think this counts as titan but fuck it up, who said a tiny ship can’t be a titan and that titan can’t have three cityspeakers?

I haven’t planned a lot for this au but something is sure, Heatwave is maybe the tiniest titan to ever exist and Boulder, Chase and Blades aren’t even real cityspeakers but three dudes who met by accident with the guy at a rescue call and hided Heatwave as much as possible until they ended up at space and later on Earth

To live so many shit hiding Heatwave, Blades is not as anxious as usual, he’s already accomplished to that

Instead, Chase is constantly on the watch to make sure no one tries to make harm around

Boulder is just happy to have a new friend (and later partner but that’s another story)

[mossofteeth]

She watched the man struggle before her, his fear a tangible thing that she could taste on her tongue; she hungered for more of it. The Murk’s dark vines squeezed around her heart, just as ravenous. Visions danced in her head of what the man would look like on his back with his chest ripped open. She wondered if his heart tasted as poisonous as he seemed to be. Her gums ached as her teeth prepared to transform. She was going to devour him.

The taste of dirty pennies overwhelmed her as blood pooled into her mouth, teeth grinding and roots growing as they elongated into sharp, lethal points. She spat, leaving the gravel to the right of her stained red. Just as she was about to make her kill, a flurry of movement stopped her. She watched as Brody’s fist connected with the man’s face, sending him crumpling to the ground. The effect of their gazes being severed was instant. The fear she’d been projecting onto him snapped like a rubber band, returning to her in a wave that chilled her to the bone. The Murk retreated, unwinding its vines from around her to slither back into the darkest part of her soul.

Brody’s question sparked something, a smoldering agitation that had her blinking herself back to reality and far away from whatever the hell just happened to her. She glanced around them, the residual fear still clinging to her with its cold fingers. “I wanna go.” she agreed, her voice muffled by the set of razors in her mouth. She glanced up at Brody with fear in her eyes. She wasn’t sure how to make them change back, hadn’t even realized it was possible to achieve some sort of half- transformed state. Her curiosity was already full force, held back only by the pain in her mouth and the fear of her own making cold in her mind.

Was he man or beast? Sometimes, when Brody was past his limit, dangling there on the edge of control and release, he didn't know which he was. If anyone looked into his eyes or glimpsed long enough they would see the flecks of yellow gold in his disarmingly blue eyes. Rage had always made him feral but this was something more, driven not only by his anger, his protective tendencies lasting only a moment longer than his rage as a predatory urge cycled through his chest, clawing and gnawing at his ribs like small creatures trapped inside him. A growl rumbled through his chest and throat as hands once again tried to pull and pry him off the other man but they barely managed to get a hold of him. The only option the people helping had was to drag his victim, his prey away from him. It was then Brody knew how far past his limit he'd gone.

Wrenching himself out of the hold of those that tried their best to restrain him Brody's eyes finally left the groaning and writhing man on the ground to seek out Gen's form in the growing crowd. This party had quickly become something of chaos, there were other arguments or drama happening elsewhere, people who had been planning on starting shit the whole night taking the opportunity of chaos to do so. Then he spotted her, facing off against another idiot who thought it bright to take on the slender woman. Brody was perhaps a little overprotective on a good day but something primal stirred in his chest when people he cared about were being faced or put in danger or harms way.

Seeing Genevieve square off with a slimy looking man that not only had a broken bottle in his hand but was brandishing it with a sneer. Brody took a few steps forward, ready to full body tackle someone once again when the man started crying out, eyes vacant but searching, as if he couldn't see what was in front of him but was certainly seeing something horrific. Gen easily avoided the clumsily and blindly swung bottle but Brody only took a few more strides before his fist was connecting with the broken bottle bitch's face. He didn't keep swinging and instead turned his eyes on Gen, eyeing her before shooting a glance around them. "I think maybe we've caused enough of a scene, yeah?" Not entirely the truth, he could go back into the fray, pick someone else out to hurt and maim.

[sidetongue]

the sweetest face 

[ryllen]

i thought / m a n / these girls are quite heartless 🤣 when i accepted the quest at /clearly/ inconvenient time to swim & dive

[triplechangermvf]

I may be fashionably late posting my full piece for @turbofox-zines but here it is!

Overnight security check in the "Best Left Forgotten" hall becomes a movie night when the team discovers an old and still-working CRTV.

[christine-ye]

Preview pics are out for this week's Wonderful episode so have an unfunny meme from yours truly

[lessthanimpressedlesbian]

I think we need more posts talking about the poor knock-off sonic the hedgehog character that had to die for Terra's wig

[hercarisntyours]

we look so cute together

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Sometimes I think about that scene where Ogron and Gantlos (ft Roxy) are reacting to the winx transforming like "Same old song and dance" and "Speak for yourself slut I like it aCTUALLY" or whatever, depends on the dub- Then Believix gets "earned", forcing the wizards to sit through a second sequence. And y'know. It's followed by Duman doing fucking

Probably doesn't mean anything except I've decided that it actually does. Not only did he hear Gantlos mentioning he finds it amusing, he also had his own conversation with Anagan that included a "Why don't you ever give us a twirl". Duman remained unconvinced until the winx made them watch another sequence so he just "This one goes out to y'all <3"d it up *does a lil spin* and you best believe Anagan is nearly pissing himself offscreen as it happens

This was me gaslighting myself into thinking the wizards are more interesting than they are for today mwah time for lunch

[nyaskitten]

Chat it's a Sign (a sign that my metamorphosis into Transformers is almost complete)

[rokurookajima]

something that really kills me about rock and revy is that it is simply a fact, revy would do anything for rock. she can and will kill for him, she will follow him anywhere, into any mess regardless of how she feels about it. she would die for him.

all the while she has to wonder in the back of her head…. what would rock do for her?

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me