#they're actually different variants

[altairtalisman]

Decided to draw @just-jammin's Monster Prom OC and mine together since the Monster Con trailer dropped a few days ago after I saw Zoe asking the player to spot them $5000 which is like, fucking expensive???

So yeah, that, as well as the trailer going "let's overspend" inspired this post because girl's got to make money somehow if she wants to get all the con merch-

[todayisafridaynight]

me and my sister went to the mall today and we ran into hot topic so fucking fast it was unbelievable. me and my sister are literal opposites when it comes to fashion. she picked pink, pastel shit like she was trying to be all uwu kawaii meanwhile im just standing here with my arms full of emo and goth shit, i legit felt like daigo and masato with all this emo drip i had walked out with. (p.s. they should put yakuza stuff in hot topic if they havent already because i have yet to have any yakuza related things in my room </3 also hot topic is like the only store i will shop at)

im so sorry to say these words to you but reading this reminded me of my immortal

[technoxenoholic]

i am actually considering buying cheap paper envelopes in bulk to store my custom patterns in

mostly because it would be a giant pain in the ass to actually make envelopes out of the plain paper i already have. gluing the flaps by hand in a tidy way without gluing the whole inside together just seems like a nightmare

(and also i'm absolutely not paying the inflated non-bulk prices for paper envelopes are you serious)

[bethanythebogwitch]

I heard it's Superb Owl Sunday so I have prepared some superb owls for you.

The barn owl is the most widespread species of owl, living on every continent except Antarctica. Their faces are shaped like a disk to help their hearing, giving them some of the best hearing of any owl. They mostly hunt by sound.

Snowy owls are the largest arctic predatory birds, They are born with black feathers and get whiter as they age. Females usually have more dark feathers than males.

Eastern screech owls have a few feather variants that make them look like completely different species.

The southern white-faced owl can increase its metabolic rate during winter to compensate for the cold and lack of food. They lay their eggs in nests built and abandoned by other birds.

The great grey owl is the largest owl by length, but a lot of that is feathers and they're actually very light for their size. Their hearing is good enough to hear rodents burrowing through snow and they can break through hard-packed snow to catch prey.

Blakiston's fish owl is the largest owl by mass and eats mostly fish. Despite the name, they may be more closely related to eagle owls than fish owls.

The elf owl is the smallest owl species, barely larger than a sparrow. They hunt bugs and play dead when caught. They like to live in holes in saguaro cacti.

Burrowing owls live in underground burrows. While they can dig, they mostly take over burrows from other animals. Farmers killing prairie dogs has severely reduced burrowing owl populations. They decorate their burrows with feces to attract bugs to eat.

The barking owl is called that because

Its nice to have a day to appreciate superb owls. Feel free to spread the love by reblogging with some more owl facts.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

eternity float of the coral sea event synopsis + speculation

OKAY

So “Eternity Float” refers to a wedding tradition or custom that originated from the Sea Witch’s matchmaking morays that once gave a “love trial” to the mermaid princess and her beloved human prince (from the Sunshine Lands). I assume that this “love trial” must refer to when Flotsam and Jetsam flipped over Ariel and Eric’s boat In the Twst world, the boat flipping is interpreted as an event which brought the two lovers of different races closer together. (This was a story previously established in Jade's Platinum Jacket vignettes.)

For this event, Jade and co. will be visiting an harbor/seaside town (Azure Town) in the Sunshine Lands. You can see some of its buildings on the cliffs in the background of the limited event SR cards:

The event synopsis also mentions “[congratulating] the newly weds”, though it does not specify who they are. It doesn’t seem to be referring to w celebration of the mermaid princess in her prince (which I had previously speculated), so I wonder who the lucky pair is…?

The premise of “Eternity Float” poses a few questions to me when considered alongside other lore we know of 🤔 Like... how common is it for merpeople to have their weddings shoreside instead of entirely underwater??? Because Ruggie mentions (in his Halloween Dress vignettes) working at a wedding venue (which I assume is on land) and how the merfolk couples would specifically request a warm dessert rainbow soup with trident cookies, things which would be pretty difficult to prepare underwater. Did the mermaid princess's wedding end up influencing what is popular for merfolk weddings in general? Sort of like how Queen Victoria's white satin dress set the trend for western weddings? Or would merfolk marrying on land be something more akin to a destination wedding?

In Floyd’s Beans Camo vignettes, he mentions it is “pretty rare” for merfolk to live on land… but maybe it’s more common to go there temporarily? I only say this because if it’s fine for merpeople to go to land temporarily, this doesn’t conflict with other lore which states that adult merfolk like to visit stores along the coast + Mr. Leech owns similar businesses. So does this imply that merfolk like to visit the land for special occasions and celebrations, including weddings and vacations???

Also!! I know there's a lot of fandom speculation about what the Leech family "business" could be, with the most common one being they're the undersea mob. There is also a variant which suggests it would be funny if it turns out their business is actually Normal and is just related to the government, meaning things have to be kept hush-hush.

I wonder if the tourism businesses Mr. Leech runs along the shore are like... cover-ups for shadier dealings, or if these are just genuinely how he makes his money. Does he have fingers in the wedding industry as well??? This might give him a reason to be the parent present for this hometown event (though of course there's no confirmation yet).

[rooniearts]

Two questions i have about your hedgehog swap AU

How do each variant act? Example, do the Shadow and Silver versions of Sonic act like a quiet and energetic version of him respectively?

Also more importantly, how would each group act together? Would the Green Hill gang joke about how different they all are and hang out with their little bro Tails while the Time Travellers wonder where in the timeline they are?

Lots to dig into here! Bear with me, this might turn into a wall of text haha :'D

1) How do each variant act?

Basically, they still have their base personalities, just the baggage they're carrying changes how the react to things. But here's a quick rundown of everyone;

For the Green Hill boys, Shadow is quiet and reserved, but he is so sweet and helpful. He tends to prefer thinking before acting, but he's not immune to an impulsive action or two. Silver, on the other hand, is very impulsive which, combined with his hotheadedness and his naivete, can land him in some serious trouble. He's probably a little less brash than Sonic, but he has his moments. He, too, is very sweet and kind though <3 He very much reads like the average shounen protagonist to me

The Ark boys are complex because they change over time. Sonic is at the beginning very, very volatile and very angry. He's cocky and throws out quips and insults like they're candy, and also constantly derails from his mission to pick fights with any living being he sees. After his character growth, he really wants to be friends with everyone, but doesn't really know how to go about it, so he just kind of ends up insulting people and coming off as a jerk. Someone described it PERFECTLY as "bully who wants to be friends but doesn't know how" in the notes on one of my posts, and that's exactly what he's like!!!!!

Ark Silver is a whole can of worms. When he first emerges, there is no second thought and there is certainly no stopping him. He just makes it his mission to destroy and ruin everyone who wronged him, who he has decided is all of planet earth, and he doesn't care who gets in the way. They only manage to defeat him by having him tire himself out until a breaking point. In the aftermath, he turns into a bit of a recluse who just wants to be left to his own devices. Although he's pretty cold, he's still outwardly a bit kinder and easier to get along with than the other two Ark boys, and he still has moments of pure naivete. But he also has a hell of a temper and will crash out at any provocation, despite trying really hard not to.

The Future boys aren't as set in stone, but here goes! Sonic is very similar to his canon self, except a bit more level-headed and clever. He's less brash, because any injury or exhausting yourself mid-battle could lead to certain death in his world. With Shadow, he's taken on a very stoic and almost warrior-like personality. He likes to thoroughly consider any move he takes before he commits to it, and is constantly up to date on what rescources he has access to. For both of them, I think they're much less likely to actually believe Mephiles, but they both end up following his orders anyway because it's their only tiny glimmer of hope for a better future

And that should be about it! Up next is;

2) How would the group act together?

I already made comics about how every Sonic, Shadow and Silver react to their variants!

Now how they would all react really depends on each one, but I feel like Green Hill!Silver and Ark!Sonic would probably be the least likely to get along. Silver would just take the bait every time, and Sonic presses his buttons knowingly. However. I think Future!Sonic and Future!Shadow would get along so naturally and become such fast friends <3 I find their dynamic really really cuuuteee <3<3<3

[sevastiel]

Assorted Warframe fun facts I've found as of late! With screenshots and such. I find a lot of stuff just going through tilesets, looking for lore stuff that I can write into GS, so here's a few of my favorite things, in no particular order.

Folks who know me on discord have likely been subjected to these before.

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While most of the 'growing' void angels look fem, there are masc variants of the ones you can wake up and fight.

The dummy you can whack on in Teshin's cave uses a very similar model+mask to the drifter doll in the Duviri paradox trailer, and I'm pretty sure it uses the drifter heron voice too, save with an accent.

There are a lot of wally arts around the zariman, (and liminus ones and orowyrm ones, I think,) but they're often close by symbols that seem like both references to dualism, (see: The scaldra's symbol) and the zariman's main time stream splitting in two, for the drifter and the Operator.

This pillar in the Backroom, and the underside of the loft, have some very silly issues with the 'surface' things snap to. The ceiling itself is a fair bit lower than what you see, and the pillar is thinner on that particular side.

The mission entrance symbol on both the deimos hubs is notably duviri-esque.

If you remove the zariman food cubes from your dormizone, they will double in size, allowing you to make comedically large bricks of nutrition. This sometimes applies to the utensils, too.

In some of the caves in the murmur parts of Albrecht's labs, there are little mollusk like growths on the walls and ceiling. They are visibly added on, too.

On the main image thing for the Hex, Arthur looks Very different, and his hair appears to be missing its silver.

If you put the Zariman horse poster on the wall backwards, it becomes impossible to interact with, and pitch black.

In the murmur areas, lightning will occasionally flash in the fog below, revealing Wally!

The bottom of the Zariman food tray casts a solid block of shadow upwards, sometimes.

Also, the wall scribbles project over items put against it.

If you're using a thrown weapon like the Glaive Prime, (Or something with a very slow heavy) and your target dies before you can complete the heavy attack induced by your Wrathful Advance, you can get stuck in the animation. Weapons/Abilities are still usable, but you're invincible and cant move. (To escape, you must use the ability again)

You can 'escape' the backroom by stacking decorations until you're mashed against the ceiling, transferring out, and transferring back in, (And mashing some more) but you can't actually place decorations out there which is sad. I could only access the little window ledge and haven't tried it again elsewhere, though I do mean to.

Sometimes the drifter's legs will glitch out on his agile stance and either stretch the Fuck out of the textures, or make his knees look like a bent straw. It makes me giggle.

The drifter's model takes priority over the decor around the backroom mirror for some reason.

95% sure that the center beam on the rafters is off centered, and it makes my brain really mad to look at.

The windows in the backroom reflect the original decorations/coloring, not your actual ones

The sand dunes in the sanctum anatomica are facing the wrong direction. This is not a problem in the actual in level tilesets that I've noticed.

[batsovergotham]

Opinion in the markcest happening in the fandom🎤?

This shit so weird like wdym they fit with each other because they match each other's energy??? Ofc they match, they're the same people just a wee bit different with the obvious killing intent!! I've seen no one talk about it outside that weird area in the fandom. I walked in there and thought it couldn't be that bad right? And saw this abomination of ships and I hope it sinks

RANT TIME!!!

NO CUZ MARKCEST IS ACTUALLY DERANGED. like “they match energy!!” YEAH BABE THEY BETTER THEY’RE THE SAME DUDE. THAT’S JUST SELF-FUCKING WITH EXTRA STEPS. it’s not chemistry it’s LITERAL GENETIC MIRRORING.

they got the same face, same voice, same dna, and some of y’all saw that and went “mmm yes… soulmates.” NO. THAT’S YOU SHIPPING HIM WITH HIS CLONE BROTHER FROM TRAUMA DIMENSION #9. THAT’S INCEST. THAT’S WHAT THAT IS.

and people really out here writing full fics like “omg their trauma makes them understand each other so well” BABE. THEY HAVE THE SAME TRAUMA. BECAUSE THEY ARE. THE SAME. DUDE. this isn’t love. this is multiversal masturbation.

AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON SINISTER MARK LIKE THIS MAN ISN’T OUT HERE EATING HIS OWN VARIANTS FOR BREAKFAST. LITERALLY COMMITTING MULTIVERSAL CANNIBALISM AND Y’ALL ARE MAKING EDITS OF THEM HOLDING HANDS??? BFFR.

AND THEN THERE’S THE MARK X CECIL PEOPLE. i see y’all. i see you. and i wish i didn’t. that man is like 80 years old and evil for fun. why are y’all pairing a traumatized 18-year-old with the government cryptkeeper??? it’s actually sick. it’s not power play. it’s elder abuse. like i’m side-eyeing my screen so hard it might shatter. like be fr. that’s not forbidden love. that’s HR violation fanfic.

what’s worse is NONE of this existed pre-show. like we were all living in peace, mark was punching aliens, minding his business, and then the fandom hit mainstream and ppl started projecting incest kinks all over it like it’s game of thrones. y’all are not well.

i’m sorry but if you’re shipping mark with mark, or mark with cecil, i’m legally obligated to call the authorities and schedule you a group exorcism. log off. touch grass. read a book that isn’t your cursed ao3 drafts. please. enough. this fandom used to be punching aliens and crying over dads and now it’s just incest soup with a sprinkle of elder abuse. shut it down. send it to hell.

ー 🦇

[onlythegeste]

Gansey Nerdery

Ganseys are actually a really clever piece of knitwear, okay? And I feel they deserve extra love.

Here is a Gansey:

Please excuse the crap photo, it's because it's one I knitted myself. They are traditional fishermen's jumpers that are designed to be warm, hard-wearing, and close-fitting enough not to be at risk of entanglement when using machinery.

While you can get fully-patterned Ganseys, most of them are half-patterned like this one. This is because most holes happen in the lower part of the sleeves and body, and plain stocking stitch is easier to mend.

The knobbly-bobbly edge is because I used a Channel Islands cast-on, which is traditional for Ganseys from Guernsey (which is where they get their name from), but not something you see as much with the variants from Cornwall, North-East England or Scotland (which are all Gansey hotspots). This particular Gansey is otherwise mainly Scarborough pattern, although the banding on the sleeves is more commonly a Cornish thing.

Ganseys are reversible, as there's no difference in the front and back, which spreads wear and helps avoid elbow holes.

They also don't have seams, as such, as traditionally they're knitted in the round as one piece. Like so:

There are 'false seams' up the sides, which are just purl stitches that help you keep your place in the pattern without needing stitch markers etc. when you're in the stocking stitch section. There are also grafts at the shoulders, and you pick stitches up around the armholes for the sleeves, which obviously does make a join, but there's no sewing required as sewn seams are inherent weak points.

Another thing Ganseys have to avoid weak points that might result in holes developing is sleeve gussets. They look like this:

You can also do a double gusset, by carrying on the false seam up the middle of the gusset as well, rather than just around the edges, which I did on the navy one, but alas I don't have any pics as it's currently packed away in a box somewhere and I'm not willing to go digging for it, so you only get to see the single version.

The gusset is knitted halfway as part of the body, then put on a spare needle or stitch-holder while the upper body gets knitted as front and back separately (you can apparently also knit the top part in the round and then cut the armholes, but cutting knitwear scares me), then the second half is knitted as part of the sleeve:

The false seam continues down the sleeve, which then gives a nice reference point for where to put thumbholes, if desired. It's very easy - you just switch to knitting back and forth for about 1.5"-2" before returning to knitting in the round.

The collar also has gussets, which helps it stand up. Those involve picking up progressively more stitches either side of the shoulder graft while knitting back and forth for a few rows, before you can pick up the rest of your collar stitches and do some nice ribbing. You can do this before or after the sleeves, as you prefer.

I don't seem to have a picture of it with both sleeves in situ, but yes, the cream one absolutely was a copy of James Fitzjames' Gansey from The Terror. If you're looking for a sign to make one yourself, do it - it's fun!

As a closing note, I wanted to talk about yarn. Ganseys are traditionally done in pure wool 5-ply, which is sort of between 4-ply and DK in terms of weight (broadly equivalent to most sports-weight yarns if you're either unable to get Gansey/Guernsey yarn or prefer a different fibre content) and very tightly plied. This, paired with the thinness of the knitting pins (aka double-pointed needles, usually between 2mm-2.75mm), gives a very tightly-knitted garment that is pretty windproof, as well as being water resistant and still warm when wet. Hence very suitable for both fishing and polar exploration. You could do them in oiled wool for even more waterproofing if you wanted, but I have no idea where to get pre-oiled yarn or how to oil it yourself, and honestly I can't imagine it would be necessary in most modern circumstances.

Unless you actually intend on exploring polar regions, in which case you could probably use all the weather-proofing you can get!

[0rczy]

I really like analyzing Varigo, one thing I've noticed recently is how different their approach to romance (and human connections in general) really is, but also how they're pretty much the perfect foils in this regard.

Varian grew up sheltered away in their mansion. He didn't have much clue about socializing, so when Rapunzel came to him, he gives all of them proper respect (calling Rapunzel "Princess", Eugene "Flynn Rider", as in the full name). You could assume it's because of his dad; later when the two confronted each other, Varian called him "Sir". Probably because Quiring taught him to be respectful of others, and they both clearly take this social rule rather seriously.

So then Cassandra comes in and saves Varian, for apparently no selfish reasons. She likely just didn't want to have a child get crushed when she could've prevented it, but to Varian, this changes his view on people. Cassandra isn't just a distant figure to respect; instead, someone he could have a connection with. And this is where one of Varian's most essential traits come to light: when comfortable, he treats situations like an experiment. He immediately starts calling her by a nickname, "Cassie", to see how she would react. At the day of the expo, he keeps trying out different tactics, trying to essentially just get close to Cassandra. One could Interpret this romantically, but I personally like to think he just really wanted a friend. A lonely kid, seeing someone cool show any kind of affection for him immediately made him go "there could be something here! I need to find out!", and so he does. In his own, nerdy way.

Hugo, on the other hand. He, unlike Varian, grew up having to socialize all the time. Having to talk his way out of situations constantly, he learned to put up walls so that the most desirable results come out, benefiting him and his missions. When he weasels his way into the Team, he also calls them nicknames. In his case, it stems from a need to distance himself from people, so that he doesn't get attached. One slight exception though is Varian, as Hugo seemingly not only uses nicknames on him to keep up built-up walls, but to get a reaction out of him. This is very similar to how Varian approached Cassandra when he was younger. He's interested in Varian from early on, and he handles this in his good old Hugo fashion, because he finds Varian entertaining. Varian at first doesn't trust Hugo, but when he proves himself trustworthy, he gives in. He's willing to reach out, making Hugo more than a means to an end. Eventually, the two become friends! Then more than friends!

And then, their approaches change.

I'd like to think that it was Hugo, who fell first. Or at the very least, he's the first to realize it, and he HATES THIS. His flight or flight is activated, and he really wants to flee. He's the type to ignore his feelings, try to bury them. That's all he knows how to do, really. Especially because for what could be the first time in his life, he's actually falling for someone who is his friend. Someone who means a lot to him! He wouldn't want to ruin things, especially because he knows that betraying Variant will break the guy's heart, once he finds out. Therefore, the less pain, the better.

Varian is the exact opposite of this. It takes him a long time to figure out what he feels, and that it could be romantic (he didn't exactly have the history with romance before. The "puppy crush" on Cassandra could have easily been more of an obsession with the possibility of someone showing affection towards him). But once he realizes that there's a chance that the two could be a thing? He doesn't have to think hard about what his next step should be: he likes Hugo, and he's a scientist. Trial and error is practically in his blood at this point, so if there's even a small possibility of them getting together? That Hugo likes him back? Varian will do anything to find out how probable his theory is. And so, once again, he treats the situation like an experiment. Wasting no time, he tries to confess or bring up the idea as quickly as possible. And Hugo FREAKS OUT. He's not ready!

Varian's other big trait is his stubbornness. He's not satisfied with an uncertain answer. He wants to know Hugo's view on them, as clearly as possible. So he keeps poking around, trying to find an approach that brings out different reactions, different answers as to why Hugo would be scared of them being together. Again. Really similar to how he treated Cassandra at the expo back then. This is the only way he knows how, though. And he needs clear answers.

He gets one at the last trial. Boom. Heartbreak. This isn't about angst though, so I'll end it here.

I find them so interesting. How their upbringing influenced their view and approach to people, to friendship, to romance. To each other. They are both scientists, but one is more afraid of the results than the other.

So it all boils down to the importance of clear communication: another big theme in Vat7k, what with Ulla and Donella setting an example as what not to do.

I could ramble about these characters for ages, but yeah. This is my view on them, I loooove reading different Interpretations in fan fiction though!

[fivewantscoffee]

Not only did they take the show into multiverse territory, there weren't even any Five variants at the deli!

There could've been so many Fives! Different Fives! A Five who's been stuck in his apocalypse for a year or five or ten stumbles across the subway and then the deli. Inside, there are six different Fives from six different Academies just sitting at a table and arguing about math and quantum physics. No two of them are the same age. They're all loudly calling each other idiots, assholes, and morons.

A Five who is not even a Five, just some guy from Dublin, sits at the bar next to a Five who never time-travelled, so he was teaching physics at a university before his world ended. At one of the booths, a Five who has kids at home talks to an actually 13-year-old Five who got himself stuck in the subway instead of time travelling, telling him it's all going to be alright. The people who run this place have the entire subway mapped out, they'll get him home.

There are just. So. Many. Fives. Fives who survived vastly different apocalypses! Fives from different Academies with different siblings! Fives who fixed their own apocalypses! Fives who are still working on it!

Somewhere out there, there is an old man Five who never had to deal with an apocalypse at all, he simply got to grow up, grow old, and live his life.

The deli is a meeting spot for all of the Fives. The ones who run it, Brisket Five and the others, are some of the Fives whose families are forever lost to them, but instead of giving up, they've made it their life's work to help as many of the other Fives as they can with saving their families.

They've got miles, miles, miles of notes on all of the Fives that come through, and when a new Five shows up, they make a new entry for them, find out their story and help them connect to other Fives whose stories are similar to their own so they can get advice on how to stop their apocalypses.

Instead of sitting around and telling each other to give up, they work together and help each other out. At the end of the day, no matter how different they are, all Fives have one thing in common: they all care so, so much about their respective families and would move mountains, fight the whole world, rewrite entire timelines to save them. Even if they can agree on nothing else, they will always agree on this.

And THAT is what the entire point of the subway deli should have been. I will die on this hill.

[cripplecharacters]

what are the top 5 things you'd like to see a disabled character do in a story?

Hey! This is a very vast question and a lot of it would depend on the character's actual disability - I have completely different wishlists for what I'd like to see intellectually disabled characters do versus what I'd like to see characters with facial differences do. Different stereotypes and tropes affect different groups of disabled people differently - to work with this fact, the below list will try to account for as large amount of disabled character as I can reasonably think of, but it won't have as much detail as you might want. If you have a specific kind of character in mind, feel free to send another ask.

Not in specific order:

Disabled characters being in love. Disabled x disabled, disabled x abled, disabled x very different kind of disabled, all these variants but including more than 2 characters (since I've yet to see a polyamorous disabled character), all of this.

And I mean in actual relationships, not the pitiful and devoid of actual chemistry thing that we usually get (think "really sad disabled man only becomes happy after an abled woman takes pity on him, but they never kiss or god forbid have sex because that's gross and the disableds surely don't do that anyway").

I want to see an interabled couple going through IVF because they want to have kids, a wife with hemiplegia getting to grow old and wrinkly with her autistic husband, a lesbian with Treacher Collins syndrome moving in with her chronically ill girlfriend after a month of knowing each other, DeafBlind men getting hands on each other in the bathroom of a shitty nightclub, a trans woman with autism asking out a trans man with Down syndrome via her AAC tablet, a neurotypical guy with an obvious crush on his classmate with cerebral palsy.

I want to actually see disabled people being shown as desirable partners, good parents and grandparents, potential crushes, going through some new feelings and going on both good and bad dates, from all walks of life, of all sexualities and genders. Just like abled people.

Disabled characters participating in their community. Especially severely and/or visibly disabled characters. This is obviously a concept as vague as it could possibly be, but a big problem with a lot of disabled characters is that they don't... do anything. Not in the sense that they aren't "active enough", but that they aren't really... characters. They're often reduced to a family member who's at home and maybe the abled character takes care of them sometimes, but that's seemingly all that happens; they have no interests, hobbies, agency, preferences, or an internal thought process. All they do is wait for an abled savior to do something to them, not even with them.

I want to see more disabled characters who have jobs (whether it's a "regular" job, a supported employment workplace, a creative job that maybe they can only do a few hours a week, or self-care as a full-time job kind of thing), participating in hobbies that are accessible and/or modified to their ability level, emailing or sending pigeon letters to their friends, trying out new stuff that they're interested in, having actual complex relationships with their caregivers. Anything to actually make them feel like characters that exist in their setting, not just cardboard cutouts that the author had no ideas for.

Disabled characters who are a part of real-world disability (and adjacent) culture. Obviously also a vast topic. Most disabled characters, regardless of setting, are completely separated from concepts that were made by disabled people for disabled people; usually the connection to disability is their actual medical condition and a sterile mobility aid. This is not incorrect or bad to represent since that describes a lot of people, but I'd like to simply see more variety.

I want to see disabled characters who do parasports, who are excited about tactile art, went to blind/Deaf/SPED schools, call themselves #a babe with a mobility aid, decorate their AAC device, learn about disabled history, experience Feelings when hearing that Neanderthals cared about their disabled children, go to disability-centric events or support groups to meet people similar to them.

Do all disabled people do these? Absolutely not, but I'd like for even 1% of fictional characters to represent those who do.

Yeah I just want more disabled characters doing sports. As in real-life sports that real-life disabled people do, apologies to all the fantasy swordfighting that's out there.

There are so many sports out there we can do, some are adapted, some have a sitting or wheelchair version, while others were made specifically for us. Team sports are such a good opportunity to have your character have a community of people like them, have interesting dynamics, yet the only anything I can think of that's about it is REAL by Takehiko Inoue (wheelchair basketball) and the art by @/gayaest / @/sproutwiki (sitting volleyball). Also some Paralympics documentaries that I can count on a single hand - there's like three of them.

I want to see characters who are starting out and really suck at their sport, ones who are decent, ones with ridiculous sports-anime-level over the top abilities. I want to see all kinds of sports done by all kinds of disabled characters; blind kids learning goalball with their blind parents, quadriplegic guys working their ass off to qualify for national murderball championships, folks using sticker-covered bright-pink ramps in their boccia games, people with POTS playing along with their abled partner on their wheelchair rugby league team, standing fencers becoming disabled and adapting to wheelchair fencing that they love just as much. More disabled people having fun, knowing other disabled people, having interests!

Also, parasports are just cool as fuck and interesting to both watch and read about.

Disabled characters getting to make bad decisions. Disability representation is often extremely black-and-white in terms of morality: the character is either an angel who always does the right thing and talks about being grateful a lot, or the character is comically evil, wanting revenge because of their disability, hating their disability, constantly in grief and anger since not a single mildly ok thing happened to them since they became disabled. Neither of these feel like real people.

Disabled characters should be able to say hurtful things, get mad, lie, and whatever else, without being demonized to hell for it the same way abled characters are. They should be allowed to consciously make a decision that they shouldn't take (also known as "dignity of risk" in context of disability). They should get the same consequences for mistakes as everyone else and need to have the opportunities to actually make them.

In a much shorter way: more complex disabled characters.

These are things that I'd enjoy seeing for disabled characters. But the main thing would probably be that I want more of them. The scope of disabled characters in media is so painfully narrow because there's so few of them + they're usually capped at one per series. More writing featuring multiple disabled people please.

Here is a list of wishes from other mods who wanted me to throw them here:

Disabled characters who act like the author did more than a 10 min google search about their disabilities. [So authors doing actual research.]

More disabled characters of color. A lot of time disabled characters are white because it's only acceptable for them to be one kind of marginalized. In real life that's not how it works. People of color are disabled too!

Characters with comorbidities, characters with physical and mental health and developmental symptoms. Disability doesn't just come with one cut and dry disorder all the time - you can even be diagnosed with some things and undiagnosed with others.

[A character can have 5 comorbidities, or 5 completely unrelated disabilities - both happen. Or, most frequently, a bit of both.]

Characters existing in all parts of their diagnostic journey. [So characters who are yet to be diagnosed, currently investigating their symptoms, ones recently diagnosed, and ones who had their diagnosis for their whole lives - and as mentioned previously, you can be on one stage with disability A, and on another with disability B.]

Characters whose whole life isn't just tragedy/struggle! See this a lot when a story with disabled character is just about how life is hard for them as disabled person. Would love disabled characters being leads in other genres and just existing as people. Not to say disability isn't a struggle, but there is more to life and person than disability.

mod Sasza

[mintyys-blog]

hello mintyys . Could you please do focalor inspired reader from genshin impact for main mark and the variants. Like also they're reaction to her sacrificing herself (we can say she did it to save earth from the prophecy) and leaving her counterpart furina behind .

HEADCANON — mark variants with s/o who is focalor

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: character death

Main Mark Grayson

When Y/N first started acting different—quieter in the mornings, lingering longer in his embrace, whispering things like “Don’t forget me” with a smile too sad to be casual—Mark didn’t want to believe it. He chalked it up to nerves, the weight of the war they were fighting. He didn’t want to see the goodbye in her eyes.

But when she stood on the battlefield, radiating divine power, winds howling around her like the judgment of gods, he knew. She’d made her choice. Not for herself. For Earth. For him.

She died smiling—regal, powerful, untouchable—as the prophecy dissolved with her body.

Mark broke apart the second it was over.

When (name) emerged from the wreckage, shellshocked and sobbing, he barely registered her. He saw her face but it wasn’t yours. Her voice cracked with the same rhythm, but it was too fragile. You were gone, and all he had left was someone who looked like the echo of your laughter.

He held (name) anyway. Because you would’ve wanted that. Because you sacrificed yourself for everyone—including her.

But late at night, when no one’s watching, he begs the universe to take it back.

“She didn’t have to die… She didn’t have to—! We could’ve found another way, Y/N. We could’ve saved the world together.”

Viltrumite Mark

The explosion of divine energy tore across the sky like a supernova—and in the center of it, Y/N was gone.

Viltrumite Mark had watched countless species die. Entire planets burn. He had shattered worlds with his own hands. But nothing had ever broken him like the sight of her choosing to die without him. Without letting him fight beside her. As if she didn’t trust him to be enough.

When the dust settled, (name) stumbled toward him—sobbing, screaming Y/N’s name, shaking him, begging him to say something.

He didn’t.

He looked down at the girl, this porcelain imitation of a god, and felt only rage. Not at her—but at Y/N. At you.

You were his equal. His queen. And you chose martyrdom over domination. Over him.

“You had the power to rule beside me. You could’ve been eternal. But instead you chose them. A planet that never deserved you.”

In the shadows of space, he trains harder. Fights harder. Not for Earth—but for the future you should’ve had. And one day, he swears, he’ll find a way to make the universe pay for what it cost him.

Mohawk Mark

When Y/N vanished in that final explosion of divine energy, Mohawk Mark didn’t cry. He didn’t scream. He laughed.

A dry, bitter, broken sound that cracked in the middle.

“You really went and did it,” he muttered to the empty sky. “You actually did it…”

She’d always been theatrical. Always putting on a brave face. A goddess in mortal skin, daring the world to test her. But she’d been slipping. He saw it. The way she looked at him like it would be the last time. The soft hand lingering too long against his chest. And still—he let her go.

(Name) showed up not long after. Red-eyed. Shaking. She tried to talk to him, to make sense of it all.

“You don’t get to wear her skin and expect me to smile,” he snapped, turning away from her. “You’re not her. You’re the piece that stayed behind. The weak part.”

But when he was alone—really alone—he replayed her final moments in his head again and again. The look in her eyes. The way her voice shook when she said goodbye.

“Damn you, Y/N. I would’ve gone with you. We could’ve destroyed fate together.”

Now he walks through cities like a ghost, daring the world to test him. Because he’s not afraid of dying anymore. The one thing that mattered already did.

Full Mask Mark

He knew before anyone else.

She’d come to him in silence—one of their rare moments of mutual understanding. She knelt beside him in the calm before the final storm, placed her hand on his masked cheek, and whispered what was to come.

“I have to go alone.”

He didn’t stop her.

Not because he didn’t want to—but because he understood. Sacrifice. Duty. Pain. She had always carried too much. Worn strength like armor. And he knew trying to save her from that would only dishonor her choice.

When the prophecy devoured her light and left behind a silent wind and an empty sky, he didn’t flinch. He didn’t speak. He just stood there, the world screaming around him, unmoved.

When (name) approached him, trembling, pleading for some piece of her, he turned away. He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t hear her voice in that higher-pitched cadence and not think of the power that had been lost.

Instead, he carved her name into the earth where she fell. A memorial no one else could read. Not in letters. In scars.

He would never speak of her again. But he would never stop carrying her either.

No Goggles Mark

He should’ve seen it coming.

Y/N had always had this delusional streak—this need to protect everyone, even when they didn’t deserve it. She wore her arrogance like royalty, but underneath that? He saw it. The cracks. The fear. The loneliness.

Still, he never thought she’d die.

He stood there when the prophecy consumed her. Arms crossed. Expression flat. Watching the storm of power erase the woman who once stood beside him like she was carved from thunder. And when it was over? When all that remained was silence and her? That trembling, soft-spoken shell named (name)?

He turned away.

“Don’t speak to me. You’re not her. You’re the part she left behind to die slowly.”

But when he’s alone, he’s pissed. Slamming fists into walls. Vaporizing enemies too fast, too harshly. Not because he’s grieving—no, he’d never call it that.

But because Y/N died without proving him right. Without embracing the monstrous beauty they shared. She died a savior instead of a god.

And that, somehow, hurts the most.

Sinister Mark

He smiles when he hears what she did.

Not a kind smile. A cruel, knowing one.

“You dramatic little thing,” he mutters, licking blood from his knuckles. “Couldn’t just let fate win, could you?”

He loved Y/N’s chaos. Her grandeur. Her fire. She wasn’t a quiet goddess—she was a storm with a smile. The kind of woman who looked death in the eye and laughed louder than thunder. She was the prophecy, in his eyes. She didn’t need to die to stop it.

But oh, how poetic her ending was.

He hums her name in battles now. Whispers it into enemy ears before he rips them apart.

When (name) arrives, sobbing and scared, he crouches low, cups her chin, and smiles.

“You’re not her. But I’ll keep you around. Just long enough to remember the sound of her rage.”

Prisoner Mark

He’s in his cell when he hears the world go quiet.

The guards run past, the air changes, the pressure lifts—something is different.

And then she appears.

(Name), broken and crying, holding a fragment of Y/N’s weapon. “She’s gone,” she says. “She saved us. The prophecy—she stopped it.”

He turns away. Chains rattle. Muscles tense.

“No,” he growls. “She left.”

He doesn’t cry. Doesn’t scream. But the walls shake from the force of his fists against steel. Not because he didn’t understand—he did. But because she made him feel something. Something warm. Something dangerous. And now it’s gone.

“She was the only thing in this hell that made me want to get out. And now she’s dust.”

He sits in silence for days. Refusing to speak. Refusing to forget.

Shiesty! Mark

He finds out from the news, all flashy headlines and overhyped commentary. “Divine Being Sacrifices Herself to Save Earth From Prophecy!”

He chucks his phone across the room.

Y/N wasn’t some angel in a robe. She was his. His sharp-tongued, overpowered, one-of-a-kind woman who cursed like a sailor and walked like she owned gravity. She didn’t belong in a damn headline.

When (name) shows up with tears and trembling hands, he doesn’t know what to say. He cracks a joke at first—calls her “Y/N Lite”—but it doesn’t land. Not even for him.

He lights a blunt. Sits on the edge of a building. Pulls out the chain she gave him.

“She thought she had to be the hero. Funny. I thought she was already everything.”

From that day on, he never lets anyone speak her name disrespectfully. You don’t talk down on his girl. Dead or not, she was a damn goddess.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

TERRITORIAL. | Pretty Baby

Who would've known that the big bad wolf isn't actually all that bad?

Tags/Warnings: Punk!Jungkook, Wolf!Jungkook, Good girl!Reader, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Corruption kink, strangers to crushes to lovers, Fluff, Adult themes

Length: uuuh long idk

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Strawberry milk is your favorite.

It's always been a comfort thing for you- just like certain snacks or fabrics make you feel comforted, strawberry milk gives you that little bit of extra braveness at night after work has ended to finally make your way back home into the safety of your apartment.

But tonight, it's a bit different. Tonight, there's a group of vamps outside, clearly trying to agitate the wolves who've been ruling the streets for a while now.

It's not actual gang-behavior. They're not actively fighting or anything, there's never any guns or other violence involved- at least not on the surface. Underground, you're sure this must be a different story- but on the streets, the wolves play the tune everyone else dances to- the vamps only occasionally trying to provoke something, which never actually happens.

But that doesn't mean it won't tonight. Maybe tonight's the night it'll escalate.

And on nights like this, you sometimes feel like moving into the big city was a big mistake too, because this seems so normal to everyone else around you.

Back home in your little town, there wasn't anything like this at night. People would go to bed at reasonable times, you'd know every neighbor by name and house number, and you never had to fear going home alone. But here, things are different. Here, things are a lot more dangerous, especially as nothing but a human with no connection to either group.

You kind of want to stay neutral- even if, deep down, you feel more drawn towards the wolves with their more laid back approach to life.

Outside the small convenience store, you throw away the empty bottle of strawberry milk, before you reluctantly make a few steps- looks from a few vampires immediately making you retreat however, pulling out your phone to appear occupied. You can hear them snickering amongst each other already, laughing and talking, making comments about you.

You can't do this, fuck that.

You look around a little, when you notice someone from the nearby wolves looking back at you- a young man, golden eyes a tell-tale sign of what he is, as he sits on his bike that's perched up on it's kickstand. He's watching you, but not in an intimidating way- he's more so calculating it seems like, scanning the situation before he looks towards a friend nearby, who nods, some others nodding as well as they move closer.

He's got his hands in the pockets of his jacket, beanie hiding the slightly faded blue-ish strands of hair. Everyone of the tiny group appears relaxed and non-threatening. But there's a certain confidence in them that intimidates you a little as they walk closer.

That is, until he smiles at you-

and his black tail behind him wags, swaying from side to side.

"Alright guys, can we make some space here for the lady to pass through?" He asks towards the group of Vamps, who laugh, before they reluctantly make space for you to walk. The young man carefully moves to walk a little behind you, the other's shielding you just as much on the side that's turned towards the blood-dependent human variants. It just confirms to you that yeah, you're definitely more drawn towards wolves.

"There we go. Is your home far?" The young wolf asks, still keeping a respectful distance towards you.

"Uh.. no, not really." You deny, and he nods. "Thanks, by the way." You bow to him and his friends politely, everyone just waving it off- though you can see all their tails swaying a little. It's honestly.. cute, if they didn't all look like they could probably break your neck at a moment's notice.

But they don't. Instead, they all agree to your request to walk home now by yourself, and let you go-

though you can feel one person's eyes on you for a little longer, and when you turn around, he smiles that smile again.

A smile that's just.. genuine.

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You meet him again the day after at the convenience store, though he's sporting a fresh scratch on the top of his cheekbone. He doesn't seem to be in too much pain as he spots you however, having just bought your typical strawberry courage to go home tonight. "Do you always work this long?" He wonders, and you nod, sitting down next to him at the narrow table at the windows of the small store. He's been eating something, bowl now empty though, faint redness on his lips the last remnant of his meal.

"What happened?" You ask, pointing to your own cheek, when he seems surprised, touching his own before hissing at the sting. "No don't touch it-" You whine, before you look for something in your bag, opening another, smaller, makeup bag. "here- or... do you want me to help?" You wonder, making him nod and lean forward with a faint smile on his lips, hands holding onto the chair he's sitting on between his legs as he closes his eyes so you don't feel watched.

As you clean up the scratch and put a bandaid on, you kind of have to think about the fact that he seems awfully.. less threatening than you thought he'd be, considering he's a wolf from the big city. But maybe the one's you know from the smaller towns are just.. a little too full of themselves, pride getting the best of them.

"Oh-" You suddenly say, noticing the little cartoon fish on the bandaid you just placed on his cheek.

"What, 'oh'?" He wonders back, and you hold out another bandaid to him so he can take a look.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- I forgot I only have those…" You mumble a bit caught off guard by your own actions. But he just laughs, giving it back to you with a smile and shake of his head.

"It's fine- they're cute!" He simply shrugs, not bothered by it at all. "Thanks." He offers, tail swaying behind him. "So- can I ask what you work as?" He wonders, and you nod, putting your stuff back into your bag.

"Just data management. It's pretty boring." You shrug to yourself. "But I can work by myself and I like that." You explain, zipping your bag shut before you look at him again. "Although.. I might have to get myself maybe a dog, when I go home at night. A big, scary looking one you know? But they've got to be nice so I can bring them into the office with me.." You mumble, drinking the last of your milk as he turns his body to face more openly to you again, a playful smirk on his lips.

"How about I'll be your big bad dog then, huh?" He flirts, tail swinging side to side behind him. "Though I'm probably not allowed in the office.." He laughs, especially when you roll your eyes and still smile at his joking attempt at flirting. It was a joke.. right?

"Ha-ha." You say because of that, though he just widens his eyes, feigning innocence.

"Hey I'm serious!" He offers, leaning a bit closer. "I could take you home every night- and if I can't, someone of my pack could do the job instead."

"I- I'm probably not even gonna stay in the city for too long." You sigh, playing with the fluffy pom-pom ball attached to your bag. "I don't like it here very much.. it's too.. I don't know. I don't belong here.." You mumble.

"Maybe you've simply not seen the good parts of the city." He shrugs. "I could show you some."

"And by some you mean your bedroom?" You sigh, looking at him with a bit of an attitude- and he can't help but be intrigued by that little hint of spice you seem to have, underneath your pretty visuals and rather introverted appearance.

"If you'd like to visit, the door's always open for a pretty girl like you." he purrs, and at that, you clearly turn shy. "..And I don't ever open that door for anyone but myself, typically." He adds on, and at that, you look back at him, searching for the deeper meaning of that statement-

and you seem to find it, in the warmth of his eyes and the slight redness to his ears.

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"Have you ever been a backpack before?" Jungkook asks, as he waits outside of your apartment, one helmet on his bike and the other in his hand.

"Uh.. no-" you say, honestly never having heard the phrase.

"Would you like to try?" He asks, motioning towards his bike, holding out the helmet. "Got this one from a packmate. Should fit you." He says, black and grey tail wagging as you take it somewhat reluctantly. "And I'll drive extra careful too." He says, helping you put on the helmet properly before his hands adjust the strap under your chin.

"What if I fall off?" You worry, but he just laughs, putting on his own helmet. You notice that his hair seems freshly dyed- nor black.

"Not if you hold on to me." He explains, sitting on the bike after putting up the kickstand. "Hop on- I'll keep it stable." He reassures you, as you somewhat awkwardly climb onto the back of his bike. Only when his hands pull yours around his middle do you notice he's only really keeping you both and the bike stable with his feet alone.

And it makes you wonder how strong he might be.

"There we go. You'll figure things out as we go, trust me." He chuckles, small speakers in his head connected to his own too so you can talk properly. "Good to go?" Be asks, and you nod-

That is until his bike roars to life, and you instinctively cling onto him for dear life as he turns to drive off onto the main road.

He laughs. You're not sure what's so funny.

"Oh look at Jungkookies new passenger princess!" Someone jokes suddenly over the speaker, and you look around just to find three people on bikes as well at the same red light.

"Nervous?" Another voice asks, and Jungkook growls a little in front of you.

"You're making her nervous, hyung!" He complains, making the stranger's laugh. "Don't worry, they just want to mess with me.." he mumbles towards you, hand squeezing yours for a little in comfort.

"Yeah of course, after all Jungkook's finally all grown up!" The first voice laughs. "Finally up for an actual relationship now, fuckboy?" He asks, and at that, you grow a bit nervous.

Fuckboy? Relationship?

Just who is Jungkook really? You've got no idea. Sure, you've texted over the past few days, but you basically know nothing about him. He could just try and get into your pants, maybe that's his whole thing- maybe he likes them innocent and stupid to have a quick fuck and then drop them again. With looks like his that must be easy.

You're easy.

"Please don't listen to them, they're just assholes-" He tries to explain as the light finally turns green, but you're quiet, and Jungkook has a feeling that something's wrong. "You okay?" He asks occasionally, but you just nod and move on, not really up for talking anymore. He just wants to screw you anyways. Maybe he really is just a big city wolf down the line.

The scenery is nice, but you don't really feel like enjoying it too much as you just want to go home right away again. It's something you do- you hide from things, because confrontation just ends in you being at fault all the time. And maybe, this time, you are at fault.

You shouldn't just trust someone like that. You both barely know each other.

He parks at a gas station, turning off his bike in a more secluded parking area, before he takes off his helmet, and helps you take off yours too.

"What's wrong?" He asks, hair a bit wild, but eyes serious as they look at you, reflecting the light from the neon signs a little like mirrors.

"Nothing." You shrug, avoiding eye contact.

"He was just messing with me. They're always like that-" he tries to explain, and as you sigh, he knows that that's exactly what must've set you off. "Listen, I won't stand here and tell you I'm a church-going virgin because I'm not. Yeah, I fucked around, because sex is fun to me." He shrugs, and you're caught off guard at how boldly he says that. "But that doesn't mean I can't take things seriously." He offers, finally catching your gaze again. "And I want to take.. you seriously." He offers you, but you're not sure.

"...why?" You wonder. "Cause I'm pretty and innocent?" You jab at him. "Cause I'm the small town girl you can corrupt and then drop after you finally got into my pants?" You accuse. "Sucks to be you, I'm not a virgin anymore. I've had sex already, and for me it's not fun." You deny, crossing your arms almost defensively, though you quickly move your hands back on the bike as it moves slightly the moment he sits on it again, facing you however.

"I don't care about that." He tells you. "I won't lie that the corruption part isn't something appealing to me-" he chuckles, as he tests the waters, hands on your thighs not moving, just resting on the tops of them. "-But I'm not dropping you, if you ever let me have you." He purrs.

"What if I'm not ever letting you have me?" You respond, trying to act tough so he won't think you're easy.

"Then that's your choice." He nods.

"So if I say no right now, you'll leave me alone?" You ask.

"Depends on what you say no to." He shrugs leaning back a little, your legs feeling cold without his hands on them. "No to sex? Alright, we won't fuck then." He explains. "No to being with me? Cool, we'll just stay friends then." He goes on.

"No to me entirely?" He offers, eyes unreadable. "I'll accept that, and back off."

"That easy?" You ask a little caught off guard, and he nods. "So you're.. huh." You mumble to yourself, defeated. So he's not even up to put any effort in you. That's slightly disappointing, and honestly makes you feel a little ashamed even.

"So what is it?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I don't know." You answer honestly.

"Then how about I'll work for it?" He smirks, and you look at him now. "Let me take you out. Let's go on dates, I can take you to pack meet-up's so you can get to know those assholes better, hell, I'll even have you meet my mom if you want!" He excitedly proposes to you, tail wagging, hitting his bike occasionally. "Just- you seem really cool. Exactly what I've been searching for." He explains a bit softer now. "Let's try.. okay?" He asks.

"... okay." You answer, and at that his lips turn, part in a happy grin, before he gets up from the bike and punches the air once in his excitement before he returns.

"Okay!" He giggles to himself, helping you back into your helmet. "I know an awesome place to get some food-" he instantly rambles, kicking up the stand for his bike again before he drives off with you-

Eager to show you that he's the one for you.

[mybabysittersnotavampire]

Hi MBAVERS

I forgot that you guys probably don't have the actual transparent logos for mbav stuff so I'd like to contribute with these images I have!

I have these because I enjoy making posters for certain stuff for my roblox bloxburg recreations of things so I use them so often and it makes me life tons easier that I have them.

so here ya go!

^^ These are the whitechapel logos seen on several things in the show including the cheer uniforms! Had to get my sister who does graphic design to remake it in high quality! :D

^^ These ones are either off brand logos or logos used in the show randomly on posters (I'm really not sure if they're canon or not) Took this from a poster I got off of redbubble

^^ Here is the official mbav logo and another variant of the whitechapel logo. I forgot where I got the whitechapel logo from im gonna be honest

^^ Now these are the doug falconhawk logos seen on the vamp camper and on his show, sadly there was really no way for me to get these in perfect quality so I had to trace them by hand! That's like the best you're gonna get but can you really tell a difference??

AAA!! new entry 3/30/2025

Yellow and White version sent to me by @bettyweir !! Thank you!

[cleabellanov]

"But Lokius isn't even canon! Stop making everything gay!"

...

The Loki series isn't just about romantic relationships and shouldn't be seen as so. However, there is a lot of subtext. Maybe this ship is not canon, but it was intended to be seen as so by the fans.

If Lokius isn't canon, then why were the last two shots of the series showing Mobius and Loki?

If Lokius isn't canon, why would there be so much touching and scenes so physically close to one another? (believe me I know they're friends. that just offers a solid base for something more)

If Lokius isn't canon, why is there an OFFICIAL track named like that?

Why is said track played or incorporated in different scenes of the series? like

-the first McDonalds meeting with Sylvie,

-the back-in-time conversation with Kang

- the ASCENSION to the throne?

Why is the Sylvie and Loki kiss never mentioned, by the producers, in the series per se, or even in the season 1 recap?

Why is Mobius the only one looking at Loki when he leaves down to the temporal loom?

And the other way around, why did Loki only make eye contact with Mobius in that scene?

Why is Mobius the only one to notice there is something wrong when Loki is still trying to fix the Loom?

Why did Mobius/Don on the original timeline, mention he's single, trust a complete stranger, invite him for a drink, AND offer to sell him a quite personal jet-ski?

Why did Loki, the LITERAL GOD OF MISCHIEF stutter and fix his hair and coat for no one else but Mobius (who by the way is just a jetski salesman on that timeline)?

Why is the timeslipping Loki had to go through directed to Mobius twice, him being the the only one he doesn't need a TemPad to "recruit"?

Why would Loki bring up Thor and Jane if it wasn't to mirror him and Mobius? (because, as he already was talking to Sylvie, he certainly wasn't implying it's about her. They were arguing, AND Mobius was implied in the conversation. Loki defended him in front of Sylvie, in case you forgot.)

Why would Mobius's voice be the one to echo back to Loki on his throne? let time pass time pass time pass

Why the RAINBOW?

WHY DID LOKI LOOK AT MOBIUS RIGHT BEFORE THE FAMOUS LINE "IT'S ABOUT WHO"? (important mention: Sylvie was behind him when he said that. why didn't he just turn around when saying it? nope, they know what they're doing)

Why is the shot cut to Mobi after Loki's "it was more about what I wanted" line?

Why the shot where 7 characters could've been showed (Mobius, Loki, Sylvie, B-15, Casey, O.B., Victor Timely) there are only 2: Mobius and Loki?

Why is Mobius the only one to tell Loki he can be someone good, and the first one Loki actually believes despite his tendency to do the other way around in the past?

Why does Mobius finally find insight, and reinvent his whole life at the TVA because Loki helped him do so? (they're not even the first Loki variant he faced, but something clicked this time)

Why does the bloody sleeve, representing Loki being hurt by Sylvie just because he "wore his heart on his sleeve" disappear on episode 2? (because he finally understands who he needs to be next to)

Why did Mobius risk his life on the first episode?

Why did Loki go to past Mobius for the final advice, not to the present one, not to Sylvie?

Why did Loki ultimately sacrifice his life for the ones he loves?

And why is Mobius left alone, with the door locked, after Loki leaves in the Loom's radiation?

Why would there be so much endearing looks, and smiles at each other, if not for a conscious acting choice?

Why why why why why if it isn't canon?

Nothing is for nothing. Especially in television, where everything counts from the light to the angles and the way the lines are spoken.

We don't need to see two characters kiss to know they are made for one another. In fact, I think implied canon is so much better for now, because it leaves free interpretation for the fans, and nothing to strike on for the haters.

Of course, that doesn't change the fact that the ending is still tragic, although it holds its sweet from bittersweet. But remember: there aren't tragedies without love.