#yap yap yap good lord

[wirm-boy]

I find the mention of Ganymede in Utena really interesting. I have a particular interest in Ganymede so it did really strike me when Akio not only compared Utena to him but almost victim blamed him in the process.

(These screenshots are sourced from aniwatchto.tv, so do lemme know if there's a better translation!)

This comes from Thorns of Death, wherein Utena is talking to Akio about how she'd tried to convince Juri to become friends with Shiori again. Without the context of Ganymede, that Utena presumably does not have, the comment seems innocuous enough, if an adult telling her off.

However, the myth of Ganymede makes this much more sinister. Ganymede is famously kidnapped and sexually abused by Zeus as his cupbearer for being a beautiful, young boy. In some tellings, Ganymede is made eternally young, and in some this is so Zeus can sexually abuse him forever.

It's very in character for Akio to pick on Ganymede's prized "innocence" as a comparison for Utena, and then to make it into an insult. In my head, aside from the immediate context of it, this is possibly in reference to her desire to become a prince. Her pretend princehood is "innocent" to him, childish, and "can hurt other people" in how it affects at least Anthy, or maybe how it damages the system he set up. In reference to Juri, this probably just means Utena's optimism and/or belief in friendship and forgiveness are naive.

It also sticks out to me that he doesn't just call her innocent, but chooses to compare her to Ganymede. It's a very good piece of foreshadowing for what he's planning to do for anyone familiar with the myth, but it also gives the impression that he's planned it. Like Ganymede, Utena is going to be whisked away to a high up place and abused by the patriarch within, and it seems that Akio already knows he's going to do that. It could be that he's done this before, or maybe he's just decided to do it to Utena.

I think this is a very well chosen comparison for him to make. He gets to put down Utena's innocence and optimism as a danger to others while laying his plans out in the open to a girl who would have no idea. It's just another example of his evil, and a really good and insidious one.

[murkying]

a victim of ragebait

[cramberry24]

Me, listening to the Cosmic Selector Volume 1: Oh boy, I’m excited for the last song on the album, the last songs are always so gut punching and emotionally ruining, I wonder if this one will also kill me-

Me, five seconds into Life Is Strange:

[starrypawu]

some doodles of my vigilante au green :3

ehehehehe also he's like. the only one i have a vigilante design for out of the 5 dshkjifeiks so blue on the last panel was really just a quick design that i came up w rn

[georges-left-ear]

The Good Omens S2 Final Fifteen Was Completely in Character

I know that the Good Omens final fifteen is a beaten and bloody dead horse, but I'm back on my tumblr bullshit and I finally have the guts to talk about my take here.

The Final Fifteen was completely in character for both Aziraphale and Crowley.

There were no Book of Life threats made, no poisoned coffee, no hijinks at all in fact. Just some masterful manipulation from the most powerful being in the Good Omens universe besides God herself. The Metatron just played Aziraphale and Crowley like a goddamn fiddle. And it all has to do with that cute little 25 LAZERI MERACLE they performed when they weren't even trying.

Simply put, he offered them an opportunity that he new Aziraphale could not resist, but Crowley could never accept, at the exact right time.

Theoretically, The Metatron is the only being who might know what God's ineffable plan is, since he is the only being that speaks directly to God. My theory is that God is insane and always has been. Her plan is ineffable (unknowable) because there can literally be no sense made of it, if she even actually has one at all. We (the audience) and the beings in that universe are only TOLD there is a Great Plan or an Ineffable Plan by higher and higher beings until they get to The Metatron, who we must TRUST to be telling the truth of what God wants. That is truly the greatest power in the universe!! To be the ONLY being in the universe that can claim to speak for God. No one can ever verify what he says, unless God came forward in her own voice and spoke for herself, so therefore, who can dispute him?

Which allows him to do whatever he damn well pleases, and the Status Quo of The Great Plan pleases him very much. So he will do whatever it takes to ensure it is realized.

Gabriel tried to stop the Second Coming because he finally had something to live for - the love he shared with Beelzebub - and he was almost erased into obscurity. But, his love for Beelzebub and the gift that they gave him (the storage fly) saved him from that fate, and we get the events of Season 2.

The Metatron was too late to stop Gabriel and Beelzebub from running off together. But, they weren't really a threat to The Great Plan anyway. They didn't really care of Earth or creation, they just wanted to be with each other. And once they were, they fucked off to who knows where, presumably not to be a problem to The Great Plan ever again!

But, Aziraphale and Crowley... WOULD be a problem. They ARE a threat. They have thwarted The Great Plan before, and would again if they were allowed to remain together. They preformed a 25 LAZERI (sp?) miracle - something Shax said that only the mightiest of Archangels could have produced - when they were trying to be discreet!!! Imagine the power they could wield if they were at all competent and TRYING?? It could be cataclysmic!

And no matter who was chosen to replace Gabriel, once Armageddon 2.0 started up, as long as Aziraphale and Crowley were around, they would work to thwart it once more, because they love the Earth, they love humanity, and they love the life they have built for themselves. Therefore, The Metatron simply could NOT allow them to realize how powerful they are together. He could NOT allow that threat to remain. So, he masterfully played their natures against each other.

The Metatron knows that Aziraphale loves Earth, loves creation, and loves God. He knows that Aziraphale believes that God is GOOD and that all this war business must just be a misunderstanding and if matters could just be cleared up, then peace can continue. So, paradoxically, he offered the position of Supreme Archangel to Aziraphale. However, he also knows that Aziraphale is not exactly ambitious or power hungry, and now that Aziraphale has seen that an angel and a demon can in fact live together as true partners, he would decline to offer if that meant leaving Crowley. So, The Metatron does something diabolical. He sweetens the offer with something that Aziraphale embodies with every molecule of his being: HOPE. Aziraphale is a relentlessly and tirelessly hopeful angel. Hope is what drove him through the first apocalypse - hope, that good would balance out evil in Adam, hope that if it did then he would never come into his full power and Armageddon would be avoided, hope that they Adam and his gang can defeat the four horseman and Satan to stop the end of the world. The Metatron plants the idea in Aziraphale's head that if he were Supreme Archangel, he could continue to be with Crowley because he would have the authority and power to restore Crowley is Angelic status and they could finally be together doing good, which is everything Aziraphale has always wanted, and would be absolutely irresistible to him.

It's an offer he knows that Crowley could never accept, even for Aziraphale. Crowley is a known unreliable narrator when it comes to the circumstances surrounding his fall from grace. He tells conflicting stories of strange heavenly decisions, bad food, or asking too many questions. We REALLY don't know how Crowley became a demon. He could very well have joined Lucifer willingly! Pissed off at Heaven stonewalling his questions and sauntered down to Hell of his own free will. Or, he could have been cast out. At this point (pre finale) we do not know for sure. The only evidence or corroboration that we have regarding the circumstances of Crowley's fall, is the Metatron saying to Aziraphale after their fight, almost as a throwaway comment, that "He always did want to go his own way, always asking damn fool questions." This statement indicates to me that its just as likely that Crowley DID leave Heaven on his own, joining Lucifer simply because he was the opposition, and once the war ended and the reality became clear that Hell would be just as dogmatic and bureaucratic as Heaven, decided just to go along with it as far as he could in order to survive.

However, whether he left on his own, or he was traumatically cast from Heaven in a billion mile per hour swan dive into a boiling pool of sulfur simply for asking a few questions, there would be no way in the entire universe he would ever go back to Heaven. In season two he was for the most part free of the old chains that bound him and he would rather die than return to that bullshit.

The Metatron also knew that time was of the essence. After Gabriel and Beelzebub left, he knew he had to act QUICKLY and get to Aziraphale and Crowley before they had a chance to talk.

As soon as Gabriel and Beelzebub spirit away, The Metatron acts. He sweeps the other angels and demons out of the way, except for "the dim one," and pulls Aziraphale aside to talk to him privately, physically separating him and Crowley while he makes the offer. He knows he must do this before they have a chance to process what just happened between Gabriel and Beelzebub, what Crowley learned during his investigation in Heaven, and what all that could mean for THEM. He must launch his plan before the two become a unified romantic partnership. And crucially, he must make his offer to Aziraphale before they have a chance to learn how to communicate as a couple, this he was relying on.

The Metatron was relying on the fact that even though Aziraphale and Crowley had been friends for a millenia, it could never have been said out loud. They could never confess what they meant to each other without fear of destruction. As Maggie and Nina said, they never REALLY said what they meant. The Metatron knew that Aziraphale and Crowley would not yet have the communication skills of a truly strong couple. He knew that Aziraphale processed things at a glacial pace and relied on Crowley to help him navigate change. He knew if he swooped in right after Gabriel and Beelzebub left, got Aziraphale on his own and offered him everything he ever wanted on a silver plate, and pressured him to make a quick decision, he would be too overwhelmed and agree.

The Metatron was relying on the fact that they never really talked to each other and that Aziraphale would just assume that Crowley would be happy to rejoin Heaven if he was in charge so he could be the true good angel Aziraphale thought he wanted to be. He was relying on the fact that Crowley never told Aziraphale the true circumstances around his fall, and wouldn't even when it really mattered.

In other words, he knew they would fight. He pitted both their strengths and weaknesses against each other to ensure it. And, because of the new personal and romantic nature of their possible future that they had not yet been able to discuss, or find trust in, and because they haven't developed healthy communication skills, it would be devastating. This fight would be different than all of their other little tiffs. This one would break their hearts, and would end in lasting anger, bitterness, sadness, and feelings of betrayal which would be far harder for them to overcome were they to see each other again. Their friendship would be really truly over and the threat they posed to The Metatron's power and The Great Plan would be neutralized. He even withheld crucial information of what exactly Heaven's new big plans were that only Aziraphale could help them with (The Second Coming) until after their fight, so that they wouldn't have anything to put their relationship issues aside for and come together to rally against like they did with Armageddon. In the end, Aziraphale would be in Heaven where he could be controlled, monitored, or even imprisoned if need be, and Crowley, heartbroken and bitter, would just go his own way, not bothering to make a fuss without Aziraphale to fight for.

I think we as a fandom came up with so many outrageous theories to explain the final fifteen because we were heartbroken and didn't want to admit what a masterful stroke of manipulation the Metatron played. We wanted Aziraphale and Crowley to be better but they aren't. They are flawed beings just like humans and that is what makes them so relatable. Ultimately, despite the manipulation they were subject to, they made their own choices.

The fact of the matter is they both fumbled the ball on this one. Aziraphale made assumptions he should not have. He assumed that the love they share would simply erase all of the history and baggage that Heaven holds for Crowley and make it all better. He assumed that Crowley WANTED forgiveness from Heaven at all. Which were very wrong assumptions indeed, and he ended up asking too much from Crowley. But, Crowley also didn't exactly fight that hard. Aziraphale did not just leave Crowley behind, he begged Crowley to come with him to Heaven to BE with him, Crowley CHOSE not to go. He had his very valid reasons for doing so, but he didn't communicate those reasons to Aziraphale. So what was Aziraphale to think? How was he to feel? OF COURSE he would return to Heaven with an offer like that, that is Aziraphale's NATURE, to love, and to fix, and to make right. And he can do that the most effectively as Supreme Archangel. Yes, Crowley made the big monologue and kissed Aziraphale in a desperate attempt to get him to stay, but lets be so for real, if he was REALLY trying to get Aziraphale to stay, he should have opened up more on WHY he couldn't go back to Heaven, even to be with Aziraphale. They STILL didn't really TALK to each other. They still didn't REALLY say anything that they hadn't kind of already said to each other before. So, they fucked it! And, The Metatron's plan worked brilliantly, and now we are where we are in the story.

I really have no idea how the finale is going to go. Two years later, I still have no predictions. I of course have things I wish would happen, but I try not to put too much hope into them because I don't want it to ruin the real end of the story for me. I'm so excited to see the conclusion of this incredible story. I know that no matter what happens, it's going to be epic and perfect.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED Talk lol. I don't enter discourse very often.

[forgivenpunishment]

crash and burn (and don't look back)

⩥ @orangetintedglasses || plot continuation

Wolfwood hadn't expected a red carpet welcoming him to the facility or anything, but he'd be lying if he told himself that the Eye of Michael's preparations—or lack thereof—weren't a bruise to his ego. Considering how obvious it is that this facility in the middle of nowhere with its own extensive power grid is the one holding Vash, it's surprising that there aren't nearly enough defenses outside to hinder the undertaker as he storms forward with his goal in the forefront of his mind.

Puppets—of all things—have been his main enemy thus far. Like… from the creepy puppet guy. Wolfwood doesn't know much about Knives's knife drawer, but he's seen the cartoonish puppeteer and found himself unimpressed. Truly, this is a man they intend on throwing in for fodder and not one intended to do any real physical damage to anyone without a gun, because this is pathetic.

Punisher tears through vehicles and weapons and reinforced doors without mercy, the man behind the gun unrelenting in his warpath. Those damned human-like puppets crumple to pieces after one concussive blow or a few stray bullets. Wolfwood finds himself yet to take a hit, even as the scenery shifts from that of an industrial yard to one of a laboratory crafted in true Eye of Michael fashion.

Here is where he begins to encounter real people—well, as real as anyone from the Eye gets—and it's time for him to get serious.

He'd been prepared to slay anyone who got in his way today, but even now his fingers hesitate before pulling Punisher's trigger. What's wrong with him? These people are so far gone—and!!—they have Vash captive. So why does it sting when thoughts of Vash wincing with each meaty slap of bullet on flesh flood his mind? Why does the idea of watching Vash meander through blood-stained halls and seeing the way he mourns people who wanted to hurt him turn his stomach so bad…?

Fine. Fine. Vash wins this time. He doesn't have the time to deal with this petty morality, doesn't have time to weigh individual sins before issuing his own personal judgment day—

Thankfully, faces don't take kindly to the broad end of the Punisher. It's probably for the best that he saves ammo for whoever awaits him in Vash's containment—because surely there will be someone. Knives, Legato, maybe even that brat with the nails. Maybe they finally succeeded in giving her a body that Wolfwood can take her seriously in rather than that of a child, but then again that'd require Conrad successfully 'creating' Independents that don't wither and die within a year or whatever, so maybe it's for the best that he never gets to see that day.

Despite the mental preparation, by the time Wolfwood reaches the internal laboratory rooms and wards, the place feels… empty. Something is… definitely wrong here—there's some plan, he can tell, but when yet another door hisses open to a stark white room and Plants peacefully floating in their bulbs, he can't tell anymore what the game is. Is Vash being buried deep in this facility part of the plan? Maybe he'll take too long, and that's when the extra security shows up and overwhelms him…

Hydraulics hiss behind him as the doors close, and the only sound Wolfwood can hear outside of his rushing pulse is the sound of the soles of his shoes tapping softly against the sanitary white tile. Looking around him, he does see papers and clipboards—far less advanced than anything Luida or Brad use on their ship—scattered, like whoever was working here left fast. The undertaker picks up a paper at his feet and holds it in front of himself.

It's… a chart. Vash's vitals, medicines administered… it's incomplete, but… perhaps it's worth keeping around in case Luida needs to know. He tucks it into an interior pocket and continues to walk to the end of the room. The Plants lining the sides of it seem to be too exhausted to interact with him—probably with good reason if Vash's burst of energy tripped them up. Something about them feels… wrong… but Wolfwood can't put a finger on it, not even as he reaches the proudest bulb in the room—one big enough to hold Vash the Stampede in captivity.

He looks so… small… like this.

Wolfwood analyzes the panel and holographic table controlling the bulb's access, but… he's not particularly good at accessing these kinds of things. One wrong move could hurt Vash, but… he doesn't have a lot of time…

His hand hovers over a palm reader, which flashes red beneath his skin. No access this time. Shit.

He's not coming out all this way, getting himself caught by the Eye again, for Vash to stay sealed up in that shitty bulb sleeping. The tips of his fingers rap against the hollow surface of the locked holo-keyboard. If people left fast enough, there's a chance someone left their ID behind, right?

Leaving Vash's side for a moment, Wolfwood briskly shifts two bulbs over and finds a skewed pair of glasses on top of a physical ID. Jackpot.

The Plant right next to him feels strange to be around, like… maybe this is how it feels being next to a dying Plant. There's a deep sorrow in the atmosphere, and Wolfwood feels a heaviness from tears unshed. He can't help but approach the closed Dependent and cock his head at the glass sadly, inquisitively.

"Don't worry, your brother's gonna be fine… I'll make sure, alright?" Wolfwood apprehensively places a palm upon the glass, furrowing his brow with equal parts determination and confusion. Not looking to linger, especially considering any of these girls could drag his consciousness away at the worst moment, he reluctantly pulls away and returns to Vash's body with the ID card in hand. It works, and with several menus and warning screens eagerly clicked through, Wolfwood finally reaches a blinking warning screen and an ultimate confirmation dialog.

'Warning: Auto-release unavailable. Manual retrieval mandatory.'

Yes. Okay.

'Preemptive retrieval of body may result in heavy fluid intake. Be sure to have a plan in place to prevent drowning the subject.'

Can Vash drown? Shit. Uh…

'Set countdown for 1:00?'

Suddenly uncertain, Wolfwood bites his lip and flips his attention from the computer screen to the sleeping Vash in the bulb. With a heaving sigh, he flings his suit jacket off and shoves his sleeves up to his biceps. It seems that taking a little dip is going to be inevitable… these bulbs have a small fish-bowl like entrance that he can access once the cables detach from Vash's body and stop conducting the fluid with electricity that'd likely stop Wolfwood's heart… assuming he's not so much of a Plant at this point that he could survive the slightly electric liquid that feeds and houses Dependent Plants.

With a deep breath, he begins the countdown, and makes his way to the back of the bulb. The ladder to get into the tank is the most intimidating thing he's faced all day, he's pretty sure. All of the jitters he'd been feeling before leaving rock him all at once—will Vash be happy to see him? Will he be okay? Will he… even want to escape? Okay, that's out of the question—Wolfwood is not about to allow Knives to have his hands on Vash, no matter what's at stake.

There's always another way. Vash makes it look so easy.

The timer clicks off in time with the tubes and wires unsealing, and Wolfwood doesn't hesitate to sling himself into the bulb and push himself towards Vash's limp body. The first touch is electric—a spark to reignite recognition, hopefully.

Mentally, he calls out to his stubborn… ex-boyfriend? Boyfriend? His… Vash.

'Vash? Can you hear me? You have to get out of this bulb, but don't freak out, it's just me here… I'm here...'

[angronius]

violently zoned out and he's still talking. what gives?

[ju-nebugg]

if i had a nickel for every time i fixated on a lanky, beautiful, queer, disabled boy with pretty eyes and cheekbones that could slice through stone and who’s soft spoken with a mean streak, driven primarily by a horrible, unending need for perfection and ultimate knowledge, who ends up studying at a prestigious academy despite his lower class background because he’s stupidly brilliant and is constantly surrounded by reminders of the privileges he can’t obtain, and one of those reminders is his classically beautiful, charismatic golden-boy best friend (who he has a bit of a crush on) who’s a bit clueless about his privilege but has a heart of gold and tries his best to reach out to his friend but often makes things worse, and the two of them attempt to understand obscure magic that could (and will) change the course of their entire lives, and the boy, in a moment of desperation, gives himself up to a manifestation of this magic and ends up being a vessel for the magic and for TONS of biblical imagery, irrevocably changed and always just out of reach, eyes so much wider and seeing so much more than those around him, a magician whose ideas literally mold reality

then, SOMEHOW, i’d have two goddamn nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s fucking WILD that it happened twice.

[djarinova]

oh nothing .. just thinking about sanji + sir crocodile fighting over you. sanji feels the need to rescue you from this marriage from crocodile, but at this point, crocodile fucks you so well that you question if you want to even leave.

there’s something about sanji though, his sweet smile and caring words pierce right through your heart. his gentle nature is something you’ve been starved of from this arrangement with sir crocodile and you gravitate towards him like the sun.

but sir crocodile is a possessive man just as sanji is chivalrous. their only option now is to fight for your love

i have reread this so many times i feel like i could recite it in my sleep. what if this haunts me all week aims? what if this haunts me in my dreams? this was not just a saturday treat this was a delicious weekend long MEAL and well... i am EATINGGGG :3

i have done some.. yapping under the cut nsgnfsnfbf please spare me

sir crocodile x reader x sanji. cheating, arranged marriage, implied age gap, hickeys and bruises mentioned. not a fic but just... some thoughts. f!reader

You never fussed when your parents told you they had negotiated a marriage on your behalf. You never complained, or fought their plans, always playing the role of perfect daughter. (maybe your family needed the money, maybe they wanted to redeem their family name or move up the social and political ladder.)

Even when they told you to whom they'd set you up with you never complained. You grit your teeth and bare the wedding preparations—your mother endlessly fussing and acting as though she wasn't about to feed you to the wolves, and your father, as stoic as ever, but who now walks around you as though you simply did not exist to him anymore.

But on the first night you spend with sir crocodile—your wedding night—something changes within you. You no longer feel that burning hatred towards your parents—although the anger still sits in your chest, day after day, when you receive no letters and no calls from them.

You begin to feel… secure, protected, desired.

And all because he fucks you so passionately and kisses you so fiercely that there is little room in your head for thoughts of anything else when he's deep inside you. His cock stretches you open so good, the feeling of his tip kissing your walls is like nothing else in this world.

You don't know if he loves you—he certainly doesn't tell you so. But he takes you with him wherever he goes, he keeps you by his side during every meeting and every battle. He fucks you nightly as if you're the only thing in this world that can get him to relax. And he holds you close when you're finished, tight against his chest, his arms almost suffocating you with affection.

But when Sanji comes into the picture… maybe your head turns. You've come to appreciate your relationship with Sir crocodile for what it is—familiar, passionate, structured. When you make public appearances you know exactly how to behave.

Your waist drowns in his grip, a hand tightly holding you when anyone so much as looks in your direction. The bruises and bite marks littered over your exposed skin tell the story of your physical relationship.

Sanji doesn't hold you like Crocodile does. Where your husband is all firm grips, hard thrusts and overwhelming power coupled with his long time devotion. Sanji is delicate carresses, tongues swirling together as he fucks you in missionary and uncertain confessions. His love is new.

That sweet smile that he reserves only for you, the sweet treats he brings you. It's all sweet—he wants to court you. And he's gentle. When his hands touch your waist you see the questioning look in his eyes, when he presses his lips to yours there's hesitation.

How does a person choose? Between the overwhelming fierceness and protectiveness—possessiveness—that comes from your husband, and the genuine concern, chivalrous nature and kindness of someone new?

[saintzweig]

WHY HAVE I ONLY SEEN THESE NOW

[arson-09]

Have been seeing some discussion again about tamlin being a good High Lord or not and I just have to remind everyone of one of the best little facts from acotar I never really seen mentioned.

Acotar, Chapter 25 Page 221

She [Alis] simply said, "Summer Solstice. The main celebration used to be at the Summer Court, but... Things are different. So now we have one here, too. You're going."

"so now we have one here too..." Because of amarantha and Tamlin being just a good person he allowed anyfae from any court to come to spring. And because no one could really go back to their courts for their respective solstice celebrations, Tamlin made sure Spring Celebrated all of them

I just think that's such a cool fucking thing. That Tamlin cared for the people coming to spring for safety, and he made changes to help everyone feel comfortable and at home. He cares about the people who live in Spring, he cares so damn much :(((

[lovesickeros]

now that natlan is out it's tsaritsa yearning hours again because i am one nation closer to either being horribly disappointed or foaming at the mouth!

creator!reader w a little side of conflicted tsaritsa is such good food I can't not yap about it. a woman who has dedicated so much of her life to severing herself from "love" of all kinds and succeeding and. just being so confident that when she meets you she's bitter and angry and mean. because she can't stand you. she isn't supposed to love yet you worm your way into her heart anyway and you don't even know it.

especially in smth like an imposter au. she tells herself your just a tool for her to use but your treated like the Divine you really are, pampered and spoiled every step. tells herself it means nothing when she indulges you – let's you hold her hand in private, eventually let's you move aside the veil, just a little.

and she hates it. hates how easy it is to let you break down the ice she's built up for years.

all you do is smile and she feels like she can't breathe. because despite how violently she rejects love in all aspects, it always bleeds through eventually. she despises it but the way you brush your thumbs over her cheeks makes her bitter and warm and it infuriates her to no end.

she hates you and she loves you and she can't stand you and if you were ever taken from her she'd destroy every inch of teyvat if she had to go get you back.

and ironically enough I think she'd also be the one to initiate any first kiss. maybe she's still trying to convince herself it's just a fluke and itll make her realize it meant nothing, it means nothing. desperate to fix whatever you've done to her and instead it just makes it worse.

a horrible mess of a woman who gave up on love just to be confronted with it when she finally accepted it's absence.

[onathinker]

if i focus on her shoulders and chest and arms too much in my writing it's literally not my fault look at the material

[vind3miat0r]

drew Porter as a treat to myself, figured i would share :)

(alt version + flat colors under the cut)

@moronkyne @zimix-whispers @wuegh @totheak47 @indigo-greer-collins @chlorine3 @fedorabender (if u wanna be added to the taglist just lmk :3)

@porters-fangs come get your man

[wbbislife]

I js woke up to the 72 hour studbudz stream, an Azzi Fudd podcast announced, AND ITS ASW! LIFE IS GOOD THANK YOU LORD!

[duunee]

Yay nine sols ocs done!! The top (Yinglong) is by me, and my friend @crispyscoop made the ref for my Solarian (bottom)!! I love them both so dearly. They do both need names!! Please suggest some if you think any would fit 🥹. I could yap about these guys for hours but I will spare for now… mwhaha