#THIS IS ALL FOR FUNSIES BTW

[mrmosseater]

my brawlywood trio interpretations bc they're my fav trio and if brawl stars wont do anything with them then i will

[bongwalter10]

dows anyone fw my transformers warrior cats. does anyone fw warrior cats transforemrs

[maraschinotopped]

hello brothership fandom. today i present you with the first proper to-be-multi-fic ive written in ages: 'a one-sided bond'. it is about cozette and whatever the fuck shes going through mentally after the end of brothership, through the eyes of literally everybody but cozette. so you can get the true experience of prying her emotional state out of her as god intended. oh and reclusas back too. hes the reason any of this is happening. yay <3

you can go read the first chapter here. more chapters to be released hopefully in some semblance of time.

it is on google docs because ive never posted anything to ao3 in my entire life. and i never created an account on there in the first place. sue me.

a more fancy, proper summary under the cut:

Cozette is, above all else, a conformer to expectations.

She understands that everybody expects her to return to her Wattanist duties, what she dedicated her life to do. What she was brainwashed to break away from, they say. She knows the reality- it haunts mercilessly, eating away at her- but its easier to accept what other people tell her is true rather than face it. So, she rewrites the truth in her mind. She takes up her Wattanist duties once again, and falls into a familiar routine..

...for all of two days, before Reclusa inexplicably reappears and she can feel herself unravel from the inside out due to the implications.

[chocokeyboard]

Happy Belated Birthday to my babies by the way...... Go my sketches i made with all my heart and love and

[fishymom-art]

YOU. Im going to put you in a band hall and force you to memorize a timpani solo, a marimba solo (four mallets), and a snare solo, and then give you cake

consider the timpani and snare solos done in about 3 days. Marimba with 4 mallets might take a bit longer, i have small hands.

i am a musician, graduated music school, and graduated high school with music (and english) as my bias. Certified song-writer with around 10 years of song-writing and composing experience. I think I'll manage. Start baking.

[ariinurl]

I shall introduce you to his very VERY evil friend!

[madeofstardust17]

There are two wolves inside me.

One is the original plan to make Tim and Jason be all mature and chill in Recovery , and the other is the urge to have them have conversations like these:

[head---ache]

old people

[m1ckeyb3rry]

ok guys bandwagoner here everybody point and laugh

vote based on vibes because the lore is in my head and my heart only 😭

[victorygrasped]

Tell me, then, how to share a heart that must ache

Because I feel like it, shares a ficlet I wrote some time ago for my beloved friend for our beautiful AU that we've been ill about for the past months, wherein Ramattra and Hanzo meet at some point after Ramattra leaves the Shambali, but before the formation of Null sector, and the two travel the world together for some time before parting ways due to circumstance

pairings: Left vague, but implications of Ramyatta and Ramzo, with a focus on Hanzo from Ramattra's perspective word count: 1517

A conversation between Ramattra and Zenyatta, taking some time after Null Sector's Invasion, regarding the situation between himself and Hanzo.

The question arrived on the dawn of the spring's equinox. It wouldn’t have surprised him if Zenyatta had chosen the day on purpose. As much as Zenyatta was averse to metaphors, Ramattra knew intimately that the omnic happily indulged in his fair share of poetics. Especially when it was to make a point.

“He is important to you.”

It was said as an observation, not a question. Neither of them required clarification to who the 'him' in question was, and yet Zenyatta deigned to provide one anyway, as silence lingered for moment too long.

“Genji’s brother, Hanzo Shimada.”

“He—”

He doesn’t enjoy that. Shimada.

Ramattra stopped the words from falling out, fingers twitching from where they rested in meditative pose at his need for correction. He hesitated and, briefly, he considered lying. Avoid the topic for fear of what it could entail, return them instead to the idyllic nothings they had been exchanging mere moments ago before the lull in their conversation had given Zenyatta his opening.

He could, the temptation fleeting, yet he knew he wouldn’t. It had only been a matter of time, and he was not fool enough to believe he could hide his heart from Zenyatta. The world? Unquestionably. But not Zenyatta. Never Zenyatta.

Letting out a quiet, resigned, sigh, Ramattra gave the answer they both already knew.

“Yes,” his voice quiet, tinted with static. A confession, “I suppose he is.”

He paused, a moment of contemplation. Part of him felt… uncertain. His trust in Zenyatta ran deep, he knew there was no reason for him to feel so tense. Perhaps it was only natural, It would be the first time he’d been asked such a thing so directly. 

Even between Hanzo and himself, it had all simply... happened. They had never truly discussed the nature of their situation. There had been no need to, when their eyes had been on each other and the horizon before them, ignorant to how each step brought them closer towards cliff's edge.

It was unfamiliar, trying to say with words that which they had only ever said with actions.

“Genji has told me much about Hanzo. Your paths have a number of similarities,” Zenyatta eventually continued as silence stretched, gentle as he could be with his words. An effort Ramattra was grateful for, as much as it sickened him with shame, “And yet... I would not have expected it. Especially considering his attempt on your life.”

That caught his attention. Ramattra's head snapped up away from his hands to meet Zenyatta's gaze.

“How—”

He bit down his words and the tremor of bitterness threatening to encroach into the conversation, if it had been Zenyatta's… student, who told him of such detail. As much as he wished to avoid questioning, the day had been pleasant. He did not wish to ruin it further when he had already ruined so much when it came to Zenyatta.

Ultimately, however the other knew of that particularity held no real importance, and if the need rose, there would be time for to ask later. Letting out a small huff and forcing away the tension that'd spiked within him, Ramattra averted his optics once more, mind turning towards the past instead.

“Make no mistake, it'd hardly been in my expectations, either,” he allowed his tone to go wry, faint trace of amusement finding its way into his words, “It hadn’t occurred to me that it could even be a possibility until long after it had already happened.”

Perhaps that was exactly it had happened. It was such a ludicrous idea, for him to have grown... for him to have found companionship in the human, that Ramattra hadn't been unable to to defend himself from it, the lack of foresight voiding any chance for preparation.

“In hindsight, the transition from him being merely some human, to…” his voice softened without his awareness, laced with unspoken thoughts he himself would fail to understand, “Hanzo, was so unremarkably mundane, it took some time for the significance of it to process.”

More accurately, he had not allowed himself to process it, as if avoiding its mention, avoiding pointing out each time where Hanzo took a step closer and each time where Ramattra had allowed him, would have preserved the peace they'd somehow carved out in an unforgiving world.

It wouldn't have been until much later, as he attempted to rip each trace of it out his chest, did he allow himself to realize how fool he had been.

He had been a fool, yet he knew it could have very well been worse had he dared to bring light it. Like this, they could at least pretend to others it had never happened. Like this, the world could remain ignorant. Like this, Hanzo could be safe.

“You... speak of him with familiarity,” there was hesitation in Zenyatta's words and posture, uncharacteristically uncertain.

Ramattra could hardly blame him. After all, how could Zenyatta know? Zenyatta, who had been there to witness his love for humanity be chewed up, spat out, and stepped on, time after time? Zenyatta, who had been his resentment grow with each day, the only one there who held his hands as they shook from ill contained fury and discord, terrified he might snap within Monastery walls? 

The very notion of Ramattra having possibly found connection with a human... Zenyatta was neither shallow nor a fool, but it was only natural for him to have been surprised at such notion. He knew plenty well just how stubborn Ramattra could be.

And yet, Hanzo... it had all occurred long after Ramattra had left the monastery, unable to bare another day within its walls at the knowledge of his people suffering at human hands. It had all occurred long before he had waged a war, liberation, against humans in desperation to save his people.

All that had happened in between... all that could have been... all that had been...

At the end of the day, it meant nothing. Their paths diverged, as his and Zenyatta's had. It was pointless to ruminate on the past, the thought clawing into his chest in painful insistence.

It mattered not, how guilt and regret may threaten to drown him, so long as they didn't. He had left Zenyatta. He had left Hanzo. Left behind those days where he could have pretended to be something other than what he was in reality, because he could no longer stand to indulge himself as his people relentlessly suffered around him.

It didn't matter how good of a thing it had been. It didn't matter how much he might have missed them. It didn't matter that it had nearly shattered him to be on the other side of the battlefield from them.

It didn't matter how often he had to break his own heart if it was a means to an end. His duty, his fury, his love gave him the strength to continue forwards and that was enough. Ramattra was secondary to his people, those he loved and grieved. It was a truth he could never change.

“You speak of him with familiarity,” Zenyatta repeated, tone quiet, questioning, drawing Ramattra out from his spiraling thoughts, “As he speaks with of you.” 

The thought of Hanzo still caring, for all of the evidence he'd been provided, continued to twist an arrow deep within Ramattra's systems. What could he possibly say to that? He was at a lost for words, something that had begun to grow disconcertingly common.

How could he possibly explain it all to Zenyatta?

That Hanzo had been the only human to meet his gaze without disgust or range and not flinch away, that Ramattra had only ever seen such boldness from Zenyatta before?

That Hanzo's trust had been intoxicating to have, that every time the archer had fallen asleep resting against his chassis, it had burned and left him wanting?

That he had been happy? That through Hanzo's eyes, Ramattra had almost begun to remember why he, for all of its cruelty, had once loved the world he'd been Awakened in? 

That he could have... that they could have...

“We spent some time traveling together,” Ramattra said briefly instead, unable to look at Zenyatta directly, unsure of what the omnic might be reading from his body. 

There would be a day where he could dare to say such foolishness aloud without evisceration. Until then, he knew Zenyatta’s patience, and for once, Ramattra begged for it. Just once, a promise, as broken all his promises had begun to sound. Just this once, and next time, he would be brave.

“I suppose it is only natural for the two of us to learn some things about each other along the way, before…” a falter in his words, a crack in his attempt for nonchalance, “...Before.”

“...What happened?” Zenyatta's tone quiet, as if he did not already know the reason. As if the very same had not happened to him, all those years ago.

Still, Ramattra would humor him with the answer. In this, at least, he required no hesitation.

“I did.”

[thebabygirlenthusiast]

This panel of damemaru is soooooo funny to me. Never have I seen a drawing capture this amount of being so fucking agitated.

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

Trust me, I was cringing inside writing those names. But it was either that pair or Skibidi and Ohio, and I wasn't doing that lol.

-🖋️

Pen. (@pen--anon)

Pen, it cost you $0 to not call his father Amon-Gus.

[capn-twitchery]

devastating epiphany that somehow reclusive nobody, persuasive -100, normalman grace has more actual, close friends than twitch*

twitch knows 500x more people than grace. they talk to an absurd amount of people all day everyday but they leaned so hard into refusing to be known by anyone that now This happened

(*grace has like Two close friends. by the way.)

[solar-halos]

i need to read more big girl books

[cursezoroark]

> Sneak Out!

> Make your presence known.

Mona: (It’s too risky. I have to break for it.)

{The hum of their PC quickly shuts off as Mona fumbles for their pokeball. A popping noise emits as a hisuian zoroark emerges from her ball, looking disheveled but alert. Based on her expression, it doesnt seem like Mona looks much better.}

Mona: …you too?

Xenon: ……

(She doesn’t seem too amused.)

Mona: Get me out of here. No one should see me leave, and then….stay here.

Xenon: Graough?

Mona: This is just a chance to test yourself. I need an alibi. I’m heading to the Night Market for about 30 minutes. 2 hours maximum. Can you do it?

(Xenon hesitates. She looks unsure.)

Xenon: Raoh….

Mona: Don’t hesitate.

(Click….Click…Click)

{In an instant, Xenon’s ears twitched, now alert to the footsteps outside. Both monster and trainer held their breaths as they listened to their surroundings, analyzing. It was getting closer.}

Mona: Xenon….

{The H-Zoroark’s expression stayed stagnant, but her movements did not. Mona pressed their body as close to Xenon’s fur as possible, wrapping their arms around and into their front scruff for her to lift them up. Keen hissing echoed through the lockers as Xenon’s maintained curls began to extend to their fullest amount, completely shrouding Mona and a good portion of the room. To a normal eye, the pair looked blurry, something you would see from the peripheral rather than straight ahead.}

[The pair remained still. Xenon waited.]

Mona: Through the first doors you see, right, up, then right again.

{Immediately, the Zoroark hunched over and began to melt into the corners of the wall. Carefully, trudging, the pair slipped back into the dorm rooms. Soft snoring was echoing. Whether it was Melia or even Venam was up for debate. Though, Mona considered, with how frantic everyone was these days, it could be anyone. Yet, it failed to mask the ongoing footprints from the hallway, trudging near the room.}

Mona: (Xenon's strong but..... I'm still baggage. We need to get this over with, quick.)

Mona: (Please don't let it be Damien.)

{Xenon carefully followed the directions Mona gave, safely leading into the dark, yet broad hallway of the training facility. Despite the lack of light, it was easy to make out the faint white tufts of hair that padded across, carrying a faint flowery scent.}

Mona: (Kanon?)

Mona: (It's not his usual time to meet Cera. Unless he's here for Erin. But he's not headed towards the meeting center. What if-)

{A slight hiss in the air quickly halted Mona's thoughts, and they fought back the urge to sigh in frustration. Already, the first warning? It was something to workshop again.}

Mona: Xenon.

(Nothing but the flattening of her ears gave any sort of apology, or even recognition to Mona's disappointment.)

Mona: G-

Kanon: Is anyone there?

SHIT.

{There must be some magical otherworldly merit to being a "Servant", or whatever he detailed at a meeting, Mona doesn't remember. Or sharpened senses, who cares. Immediately, Mona tightened their grip on Xenon's back, carefully melting into the fur with ease, feeling Xenon's heartbeat begin to pick up.}

Mona: (Worst case scenario, Xenon has an aggression episode. She hasn't acclimated to everyone just yet. Best case, we get out of here without notice.)

{Carefully, the pair watched Kanon pause, studying the yawning expanse of the hallway. In his hands were two steaming mugs of Something, which broke any hopes of Mona getting out without trouble. Hot air and cold fog don't mix.}

Kanon: That's strange. The air feels more heavier here than the rooms....

{The tufts of hair got closer, tauntingly slow, eventually reaching to the point where Mona could see Kanon as a whole. He looked a bit miffed, but the better ones than the worst for wear. Holding two steaming cups of what they could now clearly smell as...tea- Flower tea, Some sort of tea they have trouble remembering-and dressed in a rather comfortable nightgown.}

{Mona could feel Xenon's heartbeat continue thumping, faster and lighter, her wisps starting to whip and ripple the images of the walls, the tell-tale signs of agitation under layers of exhaustion. And from the looks of it Kanon could sense it as well, his shoulders rising in anticipation and growing wariness. Carefully, he trudged towards them, and Mona felt their heart sink. If this gets to Melia....}

Xenon: BAOF!!!!!

Kanon: AH!

{ Xenon's bark jumped everyone's conscious spines. Kanon swivelled his head, surprisingly steady with the hot tea mugs to face Xenon, who was now visible to him.}

Kanon: Ah....you're Mona's pokemon. Where's Mona?

Xenon: Grau....

Kanon: They're not here? Did they leave you behind?

Mona: (He can't see me?)

{From Mona's guess, judging from how they were indeed close to shivering, they were completely shrouded. Fur bundled around Mona in more dense curls, giving the illusion of icy silk. Xenon concentrated their illusions around their trainer’s body, as tightly as possible.}

Kanon: How could they? ...No. They wouldn't do that to you, I know it. Especially you.

{The pair continued to stare at each other, trying to decipher the other's intentions. As silence retook the room, Mona felt the wisps thin more and more, patches of thread being plucked apart by stress. A second hiss signaled the halfway limit.}

(Xenon took a step back, cautious.)

Kanon: Where are you going?

(Xenon took another, never taking her eyes off Kanon.)

Kanon: Are you going back to them, wherever they are?

Xenon: ...

(And another.)

Kanon: Let me come with you then! I just need to give t Erin her tea an-

Xenon: Grrrrrrr......

Kanon: ....We're just worried about them. No harm will come to them, I swear. I just want to talk to them, and I won’t tell Erin about…whatever they’re doing for the moment.

Kanon: Actually, I’m not even sure if they’ll let me, so I think it’s safe to at least consider it.

Mona: (….)

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[cathalbravecog]

i like it when ppl draw this freak with pants like that. woe. ms paint gwam be upon ye. mole if u see this, this is dedicated to u