#SIBLING NUMBER TWO

[literallyjusttoa]

Ok, I actually really liked that short haired post-toa Apollo design, so here's some more of that plus Hephaestus because we all love Hephaestus.

[nixotene]

“Even the janitors are complaining!” Loving the fact that Diego couldn’t sit through more than 5 minutes of orientation yet still took the time to listen to the workers, even the custodial staff

He truly is a man of the people

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea i think 175

Jack and Maddie find out about Ellie and Danny being phantom all at once.

They didn’t take it well.

They couldn’t accept it. They could never experiment on something that looked so much like their son. They couldn’t even bring themselves to hurt the “clone” she too looked just like Danny when he was younger.

Clearly the no good spook had to leave. They kick him out with nothing. Not even his phone.

With jazz in a summer program, sam and tucker out of town he has no where to go. He has to leave before they literally chase him out.

Ellie in her ever so helpful way just pats his shoulders. She has the perfect place to crash until he can get in contact with jazz or his friends.

She tells him all about the clone she met and how they bonded. About how she’d dropped by many times unannounced at his adoptive parents house. About how cool they were. They didn’t even care if she used her parents around them!

Out of all the ways the reveal could have happened he never expected to be sitting in a farmhouse with a plate of pie. He guesses the Kent’s are too bad.

They were even okay to let him stay there until he could figure out what to do next.

[undertheredhood]

i feel like out of all of the bat-siblings, jason is the one who puts on a persona similar to how bruce acts in public, but not because he wants to keep people from suspecting that he’s the red hood but because of how much it really unsettles the people that really know him, especially his siblings.

i just know that the second they hear him giggle or obnoxiously flirt, the entire batfamily is dragging him to the nearest magical specialist to get him exorcised.

and that’s the exact type of chaos that jason lives for.

(also, damian also likes fucking with his siblings so when he sees jason put on his bimbo persona he immediately puts on a golden retriever type of persona as opposed to his normal black cat self, which freaks out his siblings even more).

[laurrelise]

i’ve done another silly little doodle :3

[masonjarsmoments]

Rafa sent a text and asked. I don’t usually play doubles, but when Rafa asks, it’s easy to say yes.

[00-05-hargreeves]

[torchickentacos]

i will always shout praises of bi4bi but given recent discourse I feel the need to say that I love bi4het too! I just love bisexuality in general in its many forms, and anyone who only likes it when it's 'queer enough' for them is biphobic. Bisexuals should be able to bring their LaMe CiShEt BoYfRiEnD to pride without being made to feel like spectators and outsiders to their own event.

[m1d-45]

More unrelated Bird Xiao blurbs because this idea has me in a chokehold.

Xiao always felt guilty about the scar he left on your hand when he but you. He nuzzles that scar with his little feathered head every chance he gets.

Zhongli noticing Xiao is in a much better mood these days. When the former archon asks the yaksha about it, he swears he saw Xiao give a small smile before he left to pray to the creator.

Xiao gets hurt in his bird form. He can't fight back in this little body and ends up with a broken wing. When the true creator finds him, he can only chirp sadly and apologetically. 'I'm so sorry,' he thinks, 'I just wanted to find you.' But instead of leaving him there like he expected, you oh-so-carefully pick him up and use what little powers you have to heal him. His heart aches for you when he hears you murmuring comforting words to him while you hold him close. He never wants you to let go of him.

-sibling anon, who is currently fixated on all the fluff+angst material of this idea

honestly i could probably post this stuff as like. a Genuine Post. but i wanna answer this now and also have a really sad post right after valentine’s day (which is already q’d) so… here’s 800 words of bird xiao :)

xiao’s fond of sitting in your palm, head resting on the small scar on your finger. he feels so bad for it, always, the glimpse of blue engrained in his memory, but he hopes by covering it you won’t hate him for it.

you don’t hold it against him (honestly, you probably forgot) and treat him as you always do: with kindness. you pet over his wings and give him your almonds, and in return he sings you a gentle song.

he’s seen at the inn less and less often, it’s so quiet on the balcony that verr ends up calling zhongli over. the consultant knew the yaksha, somehow, and she hoped he could find out what was wrong. zhongli wasn’t expecting anything serious, but when the balcony was empty even after he called for him…

(across liyue, xiao stiffened in your hands. you frowned, but he only flapped up, up, and away, leaving you as suddenly as he arrived)

xiao appears a moment before zhongli was going to call again, seeming… almost relaxed.

they talk, and though xiao swears he’s keeping up with his duties… zhongli knows he isn’t lying, but he can see how his debt has lessened. his shoulders are straighter, he isn’t as hunched over, and his hands aren’t balled at his side.

zhongli eventually shrugs it off. hes not surprised xiao hasn’t been hanging around as often when the traveller recently went to sumeru; love does strange things to people.

xiao’s only seen you in his mortal form once, and it was entirely by accident.

he’d been traveling from one hilichurl camp to the next, and your paths had crossed. he’d frozen, unused to seeing you when he want the size of your palm, but even from a distance he could see the terror in your eyes.

he hated it.

he couldn’t move for you if he wanted to—he did, he wanted to stop and hold you like you’d held him, wanted to brush his hands over your skin and assure you you had nothing to fear—as you turned and fled, leaving him alone on the trail. he couldn’t blame you, in truth, not when his spear was drawn and his face was taught with irritation. it made sense you’d be afraid of him, just… he wasn’t prepared for it to hurt this badly.

he’s been careful to only approach you in his smaller form ever since, no matter how far he had to fly. it wasn’t worth scaring you.. not after he’d already hurt you once.

he was distracted as he flew, not seeing the hawk that was diving for him until it was too late. the claws of the larger bird slammed him into the earth with a sharp crack, and he let out a cry. he couldn’t shift, not now, not when it was the time when you were usually walking about-

“hey!”

the bird didn’t pay attention to your call, only pressing xiao down further, but he did. he tried to wriggle from the hawk’s grip, to avoid the sharp beak that could spell his death in this smaller form. all he needed to do was get out, to slip free- but what if you saw him? would you still be afraid of him?

a large stick hit at the hawk, knocking its beak from xiao. you’d picked one up, one of the many splintering sticks scattered in liyue. you.. were protecting him.

the hawk cried and let him go, flapping backward, but you continued to jab at the dirt in front of it until it caved in and flew away.

xiao tried to flip to his feet, but one of his wings was hurt badly, pain shooting up his shoulder when he tried to move it. another weak chirp slipped out of him without his meaning to, and you turned, worry on your face.

you knelt—you shouldn’t be doing that, not to him, not when he was so dark and you were such a bright light—and carefully picked him up, cradling his small form in your palm. the warmth from your hands quickly covered his body, seeping into the definitely broken bone and easing some of the pain.

you carried him back to your messy camp, carefully hand-feeding him bits of almonds. if he weren’t covered in feathers, he’d surely have flushed a bright red, but he couldn’t deny that the food did help slightly.

for the rest of the day, he sat in your palm in a quiet half-sleep, weakly chirping whenever you checked on him. other birds came and went, but you kept him sheltered in your hand, wiping away any dust on his feathers.

by the time morning came, his wing was barely even sore.

[rosemaryfuckingwalten]

I'd said what I'd said that I'd tell you And that you'd killed the better part of me

[sapphic--kiwi]

Gus Week Day 3: Friends

willow and gus taking selfies at the weekly cookout 😗✌️

[koinotame]

sorry for disappearing (again) (lol). oc profiles/intros are still a slow work in progress, but in the meanwhile here's a sneak peek of the new ocs in the format of badly quoted memes:

1: me and my owner don't argue. they tell me to shut up and I do. you: ...when did I get upgraded to owner. also this is why I keep telling you to shut up 1: ^v^

2: do you still have a fiance? you: yeah 👍 2: wow! I'm so happy for you you: I know you don't mean that but thanks 2 (3 minutes later): do you want me to kill him for you you: dude.

3: could I try, as you said, rizzing you up? you: …sure 3, getting on their knees: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL—

4: I can't be fixed... but you could fuck me. maybe that'll help calm me down <3 you: ...I still have a fiance 4: he doesn't need to know. it's a political marriage anyway you: ... 4: fine. what if I kill him you: no. 4: tch

5: I am once again asking you 5: please force me into the maid outfit. 5: I'm already wearing lingerie so you could upskirt me whenever. and— you: I'm getting a sense of deja vu... 5: yes probably because this is my fourth time asking you

6: 🥺 you: I'm not calling you good boy that concert was dogshit 6: I know you agreed to this concert knowing how terrible the other groups were so you could punish me when it flopped >:( so get to punishing me already you: you: no what the fuck?

7: if the love of my life disagrees with me I will immediately change my views. I don't have any principles you: well maybe you should 7: you're right maybe I should 7: so. on a completely unrelated topic, you prefer principled guys?

[nixotene]

Since Diego can control any projectile what if he stopped the nuclear bomb apocalypse in s2 and sent the bomb into space instead?

It would’ve paralleled Klaus stopping the moon in the comics

Bonus: him sending the bomb into space blows up the moon and the world ends the exact same way

[symphonyofsilence]

Do you ever think about how high Five's hopes must have gotten when he didn't find Ben's corpse among the corpses of the rest of his siblings when he first jumped into the apocalypse before he read Viktor's book to find out that Ben has died years ago?

& do you think about how he didn't get the chance to live the remaining years with him & say goodbye & he had last seen him mere hours ago-if it even took that long- on the breakfast table, alive and kicking if only a bit uncomfortable?

[doberbutts]

your great uncle is biill fucking cosby??????? jeez that's rough buddy

Yeah though he hasn't been to a big family get together since I was 10 back before anyone but a few knew about... all that. It's by marriage thru one of my great aunts so I'm not like *related*related to him but still. Used to be a bragging point, now a 😬😬😬 I never really interacted with him because I was a young child far more interested in playing with the other children (one of the few times there were kids my age that actually looked like me) than in sitting at the grown folks table listening to boring grown up talk. I remember the Cosby show was big in my house because my dad would always point and say "hey that's your Uncle Bill" whenever he was on screen, and my parents got tickets to a few of his shows that us kids weren't allowed to attend, but that's really it.

The [redacted] family is huge and I'm directly related to pretty much every black person with my last name in a large section of this country which has also had the additional weird circumstance of me bumping into my first cousins that I didn't even know existed while I've been out on a walk with my dogs. We were a very populous old slave family and sharecroppers after that so we're kind of everywhere. I've literally found a great aunt while at work, she came in and I noticed the last name and asked if she knew specific relatives of mine and one ended up being her sibling 🫣 just by going "hey you're black and your last name is [redacted], I'm black with the same last name and a very large family, what are the chances..."

One of my former roommates has a similar family connection to Mitt Romney. We used to complain about it together back when we still lived with each other.

[laurrelise]

the umbrella academy and everything is the exact same exact number five accidentally jumps forward in time into the backrooms