#brothers <3

[dr-lizortecho]

[thebluebafoon]

MOREE

[inkdemonloveswoman]

Jesus 😭😭

@definitelynotclay

@johndorybrozone

[unidentifiedprimate]

[whewchilly]

Charles and Arthur Leclerc would you like to see them race together in the future?

Si. ❤️

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Lyon: I'm so upset.

Gray: Why what happened

Lyon: Shut the fuck up

Gray: Ok girl fuck you stay upset I hope your day gets worse like actually

[all-0f-the-above]

sherm only knowing his brother Stanford since his twin died when he was too young to remember. only after Ma and Pa died did he get to meet Stanford. they'd always call him "nerdy" but "weird and ingenious" was a much better fit. huh. he might've been smart once, but Sherm is sure capitalism beat it out of him, as it does all of us.

all he knows about Stanley is that he was a troublemaker and messed up Stanford's college decision. Pa called him some choice words, but, then again, those had been directed at Sherm, too, so who is he to believe what Pa says?

still, memories of a soft voice and clean-shaved chin holding him close and humming short songs would tug on the back of his mind. it wasn't his brother Stanford, but Sherm was told Stanley left before he was born. was that true? because the images of his childhood didn't seem to match with Stanford. the thought only crossed his mind for a few minutes before pulling up to Stanford's shack out in Oregon, after that it was all banter and he forgot all about it.

decades later, his grandkids have to sit their Grandpa Sherman down. there are two of them. twins, again- it runs in the family, after all. ten minutes later, he has two brothers alive, not just one.

despite his old age, he hauls himself up to Gravity Falls with his wife. when he gets there, two old men (hah! that's rich, calling them old- when you're a granddad yourself, Sherm). but this time a hearty chuckle went straight into the depths of his childhood. toddling around the house, learning to read. the missing brother, Stanley hadn't grown up any, and neither had Stanford, seems like (something else Pines brothers have in common).

without realizing, he's already walking up the uneven wooden steps and a voice- the one he hasn't been able to shake- the one he didn't realize he's been looking for his whole life- his brother Stanford is there.

he cries into Stanford's woolen turtleneck until the darkness escorts them inside.

[snuffydoo]

Day 2 oc-tober

Prompt: [New oc]

[sparelove]

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ / leoaur

"me? no. i'm just observing." the lie reads on his lips as a smile forms. leo, as the youngest, wasn't who any of their family would assume to be the person who would pick up on things that everyone else was missing. but he often did. the ability came from slipping beneath the radar. harmonia was the dutiful daughter who did everything right, silas was the star son who excelled beyond every expectation placed on him. that left leonidas to be exactly who he wanted to be. "but, if i may," he pauses, rising from where he sat in order to stand next to silas. "it is tessa who is the match our parents are setting up for you, is it not?" their gaze follows leo's, landing on the girl he knew was actually the object of his brother's affections: amara. "i believe your attention might need to be recalibrated."

[lexyscross]

WHAT is wrong with them??? 😭😭😭

[dr-lizortecho]

Max and Michael eating cosmic crunch and fruit loops on Max’s bed criss cross applesauce and talking ‘bout their relationship woes and getting advice for dating neurotic control freaks

[streets-in-paradise]

[whichwoods]

I just reread Like the Stars that Shine for the 10th time… I- 🫡

🫡 you're really a soldier <3 nothing has even happened yet! 😭

chapter 4 is nowhere near publishable yet but here's a few lines' preview:

"Look," he tells Vhagar, nodding toward the east end of the flat. "It's your friend."

A few dozen yards away, Arrax is slowly shuffling forward, reds spikes splayed in greeting. His long neck sways from side to side, more snake than dragon, Aemond has sometimes thought. Behind him, Vhagar rumbles out a skeptical noise, the act of it shaking the ground and slapping a gust of hot, ashy air on his back.

[nikkiruncks]

moodboard: platonic eric & hyde

@einsteinsugly btw I really liked urs a lot too <3

[happyheidi]

[themosthatedbeingg]

   This was Charlie’s idea and–listen, he is learning to love his niece, but Michael is not at the hotel for redemption and Lucifer can’t be redeemed. Which might sound cruel, but was very much accurate as much as he loved his twin. His niece had worded this as setting a good example for the sinners and, yes he is an angel, but he doesn’t want to. Selfish, petty perhaps even, but he really doesn’t want to. A part of him is certain Lucifer’s daughter just wants them to get along, but she’s definitely pressing the limits here. Michael had been tempted to run back to Heaven when she started this. 

   Charlie called this arts and crafts, Michael called it a waste of time. The objective here was fairly simple. They were both supposed to work together to build something that represented the two of them. They build something out of whatever they want as long as they can explain to her how it encompassed the two of them. 

   Michael hasn’t seen Lucifer in far too long, how is he supposed to know what would accurately represent either of them now? The person that Lucifer was before his fall was not the same person he was now and Michael would bet money on that. Well, not literally, gambling is a sin but he’ll suggest it. She might as well have asked them to sit down and play twenty-one questions, at least that was something he could physically do and understand. Though he doesn’t really want to answer questions his brother might have either. 

   They’re going to fail this.

   So much for setting an example. 

   Shifting on the chair between the card table they had set up between them, Michael leaned forward a bit and blinked across it at his brother. “Can you just… poof something onto the table?” Either of them could. The gift of creation was a power they shared. But Michael hasn’t used it since he threw Lucifer from the clouds, so it was up to his twin to do it. “Just make an angel statue or something, stick some horns on it if that makes it easier to explain it to your daughter.” They can escape this. Do they actually have to play?

Lucifer loves his daughter he really does .. he would do anything for her .. even face heaven again in spite of the ptsd from that …. But right now he was really questioning how strong his love was .

Of all the partners he got paired up with it had to be his brother .. why .. why couldn’t she just accept they would never re connect ever again .. to many bad notes playing in their symphony; to much pain and guilt on both ends .

Maybe cause like him .. she hoped that in spite of that .. they could reconnect again.. maybe .

He sighed heavily and looked at the card table between them. “..ya that won’t work trust me I tried she has a rule against magicking your way out of these games “

He shook his head , “we have to create something together .. you still know how to do that right ?” He asked a bit sarcastically of course Michale knew how to create they were twins and Michale was in heaven most of the time surely he used his magic a lot there right ?

“We could just try to create something together .. like not a fully finished product but items to make it ?”