#her threat display !!!

[opal-owl-flight]

I can imagine 4 overhearing neo 3 insulting 3 and having conflicting feelings because on one hand their not entirely wrong but on the other hand neo 3 is insulting 3 and seeing them sad makes 4 want to punch neo 3 through the nearest wall.

[She doesnt agree with Neo3 in the SLIGHTEST! 4 believes 3 is the best fit for the role. They think and fight in a way thats very different from her, molded by their limitations. Deadlier than most, even]

[creatureimages]

mygalomorph puppy eyes. they're just weird dogs.

(Stanwellia trapdoor spider and Atrax robustus, of being the sydney funnelweb fame)

[trainingdummyrabbit]

steps up 2 the mic. silkmoth angela. discuss

[roystory4]

i really just might write gen4 au and just stress that its for an audience of one. as if that werent already clear from my entire body of sintin works and related media

[charrchan]

In memory of my pet phasmids, it's been a few years now but I still miss them.

[theclassclone]

BEHOLD

(Stay tuned for the return of Cinnamon J Scudworth on Tuesday and a better view of those test tube babies there at the bottom, no I will not be listing who i meticulously picked for trunk or treat).

[gatalentan]

i had a passing thought, as a person who wears a comical amount of layered necklaces, that melissa probably jingles a bit when she walks around, because i sure fucking do, but in going back to look at gifs from the @notsosecretlyalesbian melissa museum, i think half the time most of them are glued down, like with wedding jewelry?? they don't move, or all but one don't move?? that makes so much sense as to how she keeps them in such specific configurations. it's not all the time, but a lot of the time. and that's somehow funnier?? she really said i'm wearing these to look hot and i will NOT sound whimsical when i do so, fuck you

[fleshweavers]

no bc the headspace of bdsm is so fucking real. like i have done things in scenes that i straight up didnt think i could or would do without thinking. if i let myself get fully in pupspace it just comes naturally to me not to talk other than whines or growls. the body language comes naturally too. Its kind of wild how plastic the human mind is

[brittlebutch]

i think it's fun to entertain the notion that Tula has prey-animal body language in contrast to other stoats being more overtly Predator

[den-of-the-blue-dragon]

sometimes, she just... does this.

[ur-stepdad]

internalized transphobia is fucked up. i started transitioning 6 years ago and there's still shit i'm only now starting to accept about myself

[revelisms]

Excerpt: You Can't Replace Her

Vi's return has Jinx floundering. Sevika sifts through the layers.

From 'heron blue,' an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and political schemings. Full story on AO3

Sat at the table across from the kitchenette's thin galley, Jinx twists her plait about one finger—a single one, today, the weave of it adorned with scraps of bullet casings and clips—and doesn't say a word. She squeezes the cool metal of one of the casings, hard enough to sting.

"I'm not mad at you, you brat," Sevika grumbles, without sparing her a glance. "Not your fault the little shit's back from the dead. But, of the seven hells—" 

Her thick fingers spear into the creases beneath her eyes: a slow kneading. She says nothing, for a beat. Just smokes, and smokes. 

"He loves you too damned much," she growls quietly, then. She flicks the ash of her cigarette over a tray on the balcony's railing. "Your sister worth all this, to you?"

The casing between Jinx's fingers aches. 

Ever since he'd placed a meal and a plan before her—laid a quiet, terrifying choice in her hands—she'd turned the thought over, for hours, and hours. 

Do you want her near you?

She wanted her sister's presence, less than craved it—like a girl yearned for her favorite toy; like an infant wailed for their mother; like a child found comfort in the lonely walls of their room, closed off from the rest of the world.

She missed her. She was terrified of her. She longed for her. She hated her.

She hadn't been able to answer him, then. She couldn't.

The same denial sits on her tongue, now.

"I don't...I don't know," she mumbles.

"'Course you don't," Sevika snarks.

"I don't know, okay?" Jinx wrenches her head away, glaring into the yellowing paper of the wall. "She—she left me." Her nail picks and picks at her knee. "She left me, because I—I wasn't good enough, I wasn't strong enough, I was—I was weak." A crack in her voice, thin and sharp. "I was weak, and I ruined everything."

The shadow across from her chuffs, quietly. "Boss doesn't see you as weak."

Jinx curls her shoulders to her ears, pressing her cheek into one of them. "Doesn't matter."

"Like you couldn't knock me off my feet, if you tried." A steel-gray stare flicks over at her, cold points in the greenish haze that stretches beyond this small room, seeping through the open door like a sweet-soured fog. "When we took you in, you couldn't throw a punch for shit. You took to a gun like it was welded through you, though." Sevika lifts one brow, with a shrug of her shoulder. "Still need to work on your punches," she notes, dryly. "But they're better."

Mylo's voice scratches and claws through Jinx's ears.

"So what?" she spits. "I'm not—not like her. I'll never be like her."

"Why do you need to be?" Those eyes again, staring hard at her. "You can't replace her." Sevika huffs, turning back to the smog-tainted view that spills down from the balcony's edge. "If you had that in your head, with her gone—sure as hell doesn't matter, now."

The words tear at something in Jinx's bones, buried so deep into the marrow that it uproots her. She blinks. Breathes. Shakes.

"Something you Fissure brats should've learned, years ago," Sevika rumbles on, a low, muted thing. "Someone dies, you leave them dead. You don't carry around their corpse, making yourself into their image; you don't become them, to you, or to anybody else." She ticks the ash from her cigarette. "You can't."

Jinx's fingers tremble over her knee. The swallow she forces down clings like ash to her throat. "Then," she whispers, "then what do I—what do I do?"

Sevika's mouth curls at a snarl.

"You be." A final drag: the cigarette crushed into the tray, among a litter of countless others. "Whatever you need for yourself, first. Damn the rest."

Silco, in his own ways, had told her the same. Cradled her head beneath the cold drape of the Pilt's waves, with the gentlest sweep of his thumb: as though she were still only a scrappy street-cat of a girl, eleven years old and raging at the world. As though he were lowering himself back down into the place of his rebirth, where he had reforged himself, rebuilt himself. Where he'd found what he needed, to survive again.

She hadn't quite understood it all, then. 

She'd been too lost in the silence of the waves, in the strange peace she'd found floating in the blackwater, in the warmth of his hand lifting her back to the surface. Lost in her own fears of going back to the terrors gnashing on the shores. Too exhausted to move, to come back to herself. 

He'd carried her from the shallows, like he'd carried her back from the wreckage that day. They'd sat at the water's edge for hours, his coat draped over her shoulders, his eyes so faraway, and said nothing.

She thinks she might understand, now.

[lonniemachin]

Robin (1993) Annual #1

'my apologies, mr. pantalone. i have no wish to hurt you. i even have nothing against your art -- bourgeois and elitist though it is! but i assure you, if you do not give me what i came for, we will discover if human flesh melts in the same intriguing way!'

[oakwolves]

They are gilded allegro coded.

Unintentional on my part but Ryan has the same exact shirt as Killua but color swapped.

[vaugarde]

hmmm i think im with eve on this one. angie’s chapter 7 revamp is a little hmmmm.

[chirpsythismorning]

📝 💐 🛼 💔⏪️💭🧊🌄❤️‍🩹

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by The Shirelles

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