#i write anything about these two

[cantuscorvi]

There was nothing else between them but the sounds of the mops sliding onto the dirty floor. The atmosphere was tense, Raum and Mads once again sharing a moment of distrust and profound hatred, as if everything was supposed to be electrical when they were interacting. They were bickering over the slightest thing, whether it was their way of commanding, the way they were folding their shirts, the space they would use in their tiny room. Every single word or glance could light the match of war, and suddenly, they were ready to throw hands. It was also a physical call; an urge to defend their territory and yet conquer the other one; a rooster fight in many ways. Mads hated himself for being so sensitive to Raum’s behaviors; as if, from his existence only, he had all the cards to get under his skin. 

“Oï.” Mads hissed, just because Raum had come too close from him with his mop, slightly wetting the bottom of his pants. Was it because he was exhausted or out of petty emotions, but instead of simply brushing it off, he turned around and faced him. “Can you, please, try to do a good job and keep your mop in your area?” He uttered with a growl, only to see that Raum was still wearing the same confident and cocky smirk; he had probably acted on purpose, and Mads could read it all over his face. It lightened something in him. It was strong enough for Mads to plunge his mop inside the bucket of water and soap, taking it out, and slapping it across the other one’s torso and face. 

There they were standing in silence, the perfect hair of the blond pilot ruined by a generous amount of water. Mads inhaled, preparing himself for retaliation; he also noticed the way Raum’s shirt was getting awfully transparent second after second. // he did it... he slapped Raum with a mop guysdgf

@distopea

Raum stared at Mads for a second in stunned silence, mouth slightly agape. Not only was his hair now plastered to his skull, but the water invaded his clothes, dripping down his chin, and from the ends of hair and his nose. Fuck! The intense smell of the soap and dirt invaded his senses, the icy water instantly making goosebumps break out over his skin. It was disgusting! It was freezing! 

"The hell is wrong with you?" He snapped, hastily wiping the sopping hair out of his eyes. "It was an accident!" He was lying through his teeth. The little swipe he had made at the hem of the commander’s trousers was certainly on purpose. After all, they just couldn't seem to work in sync, the commander leaving footprints over his clean lines right after he had made them. But in the end, Raum wanted Mads to feel as ridiculous as he was sure he now looked, standing there like a half-drowned cat. He could see Mads eyeing him, as if assessing the damage, or whatever next move he was going to make.

Raum’s eyes narrowed, the grip on the pole of his mop tightened. He shivered, half-cold, half-anger.

“I know you’re a paranoid bastard, but not everything is a personal attack, you fucking – caveman!”

The last word was punctuated by a quick thrust of his mop at the centre of Campbell’s chest. Of course Mads was ready for it, unlike Raum, sidestepping enough so he wasn’t as badly affected. But it was enough to make him grimace, to give Raum a bit of petty satisfaction over his discomfort. 

Well, perhaps not quite enough. Because Raum went after him again. He managed to get a good hit in, this time – a mistake, he realised, when Mads grabbed the wooden pole and yanked him forward by it. Raum growled, ready to start peeling Mads off him with his fists if need be, before there was a distinct metallic clattering sound below them. Dirty water sloshed over the ground and both of their boots.

Both cursing, the two bent to rectify their mistake before it ruined their evening’s work, eyes meeting over the bucket in a glare.

“I’ll get a new one,” Raum practically snarled, lifting the bucket and marching away before he was tempted to start whacking Campbell with the mop again for being so stupid. Or worse, somehow finding a way to blame Raum for everything. He was good at that.

He was staring down into the deep metal basin while he filled the bucket, when he felt it. Campbell’s presence behind him, strangely quiet. Raum frowned and looked up, eyes behind him in the dirty mirror. The commander’s face was inscrutable, his hair was damp and beginning to curl slightly, falling in front of his eyes in a way Raum had usually never seen him. Raum tsked and glanced back down at the bucket.

“Well? You mop it up already? I don’t wanna be stuck here any longer than I have to be.” He shivered again, feeling the damp undershirt cling to his skin in a way that was unpleasant. “Christ, it’s fucking cold – thanks to you.”

Campbell said something, low and measured, and Raum could barely hear him over running the water, but it almost sounded like – 

( An apology? Yeah, right. )

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Commander,” he responded, deadpan. Frustrated, tired, bored of always being at each other’s throats. More than anything, he wanted to get out of here before something exploded. He wanted to actually finish this duty and go to bed before drills wiped him out tomorrow.

There was a touch at his shoulder, and Raum tensed immediately. He whirled on the spot, ready to end up in another fight somehow, like once in the past ten minutes wasn’t enough. His hand clamped around Mads’ wrist, vice-like, before he looked up. His skin was warm from exertion.

Light and dark blue collided for a moment, the sky and the ocean, and Raum’s brow furrowed. He paused, grip slackening, searching between Mads’ eyes for whatever message he was trying to convey.

“What?”

Mads’ gaze was drifting downward. His hand twisted easily out of Raum’s loose grip, drifted through some moisture that had collected at the base of his collarbone. Exposed to the warmth of Mads’ hand, the odd gentleness of his touch, the heat radiating from the closeness of his body, Raum froze. His breath halted. Fingers slowly, barely, slipped under his shirt. The hairs at the back of his neck stood up, electrified. What the fuck? Raum stepped back, but bumped against the basin. Unable to move away – to avoid his own reaction to the proximity.

“Don’t,” he hissed, slapping Mads’ hand off like it burned him. He shoved the other man back a little, gratified when it surprised him, when it made that indignant flare of insult spark in his expression. His eyes tracked down to Mads’ lips, curled a little in displeasure. Raum took a step forward, followed him, unable to help it. If Campbell took an inch, Raum would take a mile. He twisted his hands in Mads’ shirt, dragged him down the scant few centimetres  between them so he could look him properly in the eye. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Raum whispered, barely any animosity in it anymore, hypnotised by the warmth of Mads’ breath.

Hypocritically, his grip tightened, and his lips just barely brushed against the other man’s, tempted, curious. They were cold, soft but chapped from the wind outside. Mads made some sort of shaky sigh against his mouth, like he was barely holding himself together, and Raum was lost to it. He was giving in far too easily, pulling him closer into a tentative kiss. Different than before, the aggression was conspicuously missing, replaced by… something exploratory. Something that made him shudder and wind his hands into Mads’ damp hair, that had him pressed harshly against the basin, until he was gasping-

“Wait– hah, fuck– Campbell, the duty–!”

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[blueskittlesart]

no one on this site knows what the word butch means

[mellosdrawings]

Now I want to see the losers club. :)

Are you referring to the ACTUAL Losers' Club (aka the Stephen King's Losers Club) or my band of completely unlucky morons ? Whichever the case, you're getting more N2 Squad x)

Here's some random doodles I did to try and get their dynamics for an attempt at fanfic.

(With a very self-indulgent side of Jamil & Ruggie)

[silverwhittlingknife]

So you're a go to source for all things Dick&Tim bros and you tend to write primarily from Dick's POV. So, odd question, but if you were to summarize their relationship from his POV in FIVE panels which panels would you pick? Keeping in mind that one specific aspect of their relationship that you love needs to be clearly represented by each panel (loyalty, trust etc). I hope this is a fun challenge and not an annoying question so if you don't want to answer that's cool! Have a wonderful day!

No more talk. The same thoughts run through two minds... (SotB 29) / You're my equal. My closest ally. (RR 1) / I can't stop thinking how much I rely on him. (GoG 3)

25 Feelings Dick Has About Tim

This was such a kind ask & a cool challenge which I totally failed; here are TWENTY-five panels of Dick's POV on Tim sdfdsfds Look, I got carried away! Marcia and Cindy! The boys!!

OKAY SO BEFORE I GET TO THE PANELS A FEW NOTES:

WARNING THAT THERE ARE SOME NEGATIVE EMOTIONS IN HERE because I love conflict but but but you gotta remember those are not the final word!! They are complicated people and sometimes they get mad at each other BUT ultimately their relationship is so hugely important in both their lives & they love each other and rely on each other so much -!!! <3

Also I have CONCLUDING THOUGHTS at the end about what Dick's POV leaves out (mostly: a lot of Dick defending & protecting & supporting Tim, which Dick does instinctively but isn't very self-aware about most of the time)

I have loosely organized my list into 5^5 format (5 categories with 5 examples each!), so if you want to skip to a relevant one, here are the categories!!

Below the cut:

I hate him and find him infuriating (#1-5)

On second thought, he's endearing & fun (#6-10)

Grief is complicated & he's all tangled up in mine (#11-15)

I love him & think highly of him (#16-20)

I rely on him & though it's hard for me, I trust him (#21-25)

I hate him and find him infuriating (#1 - 5)

1) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze me and Bruce, but he doesn’t know me at all, he should get lost (New Titans 61)

2) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze Bruce but he doesn’t know Bruce at all, he should get lost (Gotham Knights 26)

3) He is so nosy about stuff that is MY business (Robin 0)

4) He sounds like an insincere suck-up half the time... but okay, fine, if you push him he's got a sense of humor about it (New Titans 65)

5) I'm sure he's a better vigilante than me. It's my fault for being a failure, but I resent him anyway. (Nightwing 9 - Dick's having a nightmare)

On second thought, he's kinda endearing (#6-10)

6) He worries too much and gets anxious so easily, but it makes him fun to tease (Robin 67)

7) I'm not that competitive - okay, so maybe I'm a little competitive, I gotta make sure he doesn't get a swelled head (Prodigal)

8) I'm supposed to be his favorite! It is not cool for him to be fanboying over my not-girlfriend's not-boyfriend!! (Birds of Prey 19)

9) We have fun together. I can kick back and relax when it's just the two of us. Plus I get to boss him around a bit. (Prodigal)

10) He’s always trying to reassure me, and I guess it's a little comforting, but also he doesn’t really get it. Or me. He makes excuses that he shouldn't, because he doesn't understand that I suck. (Nightwing 64)

Grief is complicated and he's all tangled up in mine (#11 - 15)

11) He reminds me of everything I try not to think about. Sometimes the memories are so strong it hurts to look at him. (Batman 441)

12) WHY IS HE BEING IMPOSSIBLE ALL OF A SUDDEN??? THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING (Nightwing 139)

13) We're the same. He says all the things I don't let myself think about. It's like arguing with myself. (Nightwing 139)

14) He thinks he gets to tell me what to do but he doesn’t, fuck him (Battle for the Cowl)

15) Life sucks, so what. I sucked it up so he should too (RR 1)

I love him and think highly of him (#16 - 20)

16) He’s the closest thing to a brother I’ll ever have.  If someone hurts him I will hurt them harder. (Nightwing 6)

17) I can't handle the idea of losing him. (Nightwing 97)

17) He’s so good and I’m not. I'm afraid I’m bad for him. (Nightwing 110)

18) He’s better than me, and it’s kind of a relief because I know no matter what he’ll be okay. (Gates of Gotham 3)

19) In my head he’s the responsible one.  (Gotham Knights 10)

I rely on him, and though it's hard for me, I trust him (#20-25)

20) I know I have to trust him but I'm afraid he'll make the wrong choices and get hurt (Nightwing 139)

21) I'm sure I know what he should do because I see myself in him - not that I can take my own advice, but he should (Blackest Night 3)

22) I trust him.  When I’m losing my grip on things, he pulls me back. (Gotham Knights 10)

23) I want him to trust me (Red Robin 12)

24) He can tell when I'm lying. Sometimes he sees my weaknesses better than I wish he did. (Detective Comics 874)

25) He’s always there when I need him. (Teen Titans / Outsiders Secret Files)

Final rambling thoughts:

TIM: Uhh, okay, so I'm just skimming this list - do you really trust me? you're not just saying that? - but anyway, I'm confused because you left some stuff out? Like some stuff that's kinda important? DICK: No? I think I got everything? TIM (starts counting on his fingers): The time I was having a bad day but then I called you. The time I got captured by Two-Face but then you saved me. The time I fell off a train but then you saved me. The time I fell off a building but then you saved me. The time I fell off a different building - DICK: I feel like you're trying to make some kind of point but I'm not sure what it could be.

SO THE THING IS, I put 25 panels in here and not a single one has Dick catching Tim when he’s falling!!! But I think that's a central motif of their relationship from Tim’s POV, not Dick’s. I love Dick, but in some ways I think he is spectacularly un-self-aware.

And I think he especially has a lot of blind spots about Tim. He kinda intermittently gets that Tim admires him, and he enjoys it in a playful I-get-to-boss-you-around way. But Dick tends to consistently underestimate all of his own good qualities & skills, and he meets Tim at a point in his life when he's especially down on himself & his abilities. And so he's unable to see his own influence on Tim, & therefore unable to fully understand a lot of Tim's priorities and loyalties and motivations, because you can't actually understand Tim without understanding Dick's impact on him. There's a fascinating moment in Bruce Wayne: Murderer when Dick's completely blindsided & upset to discover that Tim doesn't entirely trust Bruce, even though this has been a definitive fact of Tim's whole thing ever since he showed up with his Batman needs Robin theory, and Barbara has to actively remind Dick of the obvious-to-everyone-except-Dick fact that a lot of Tim's loyalty is to Dick, and Tim loves Bruce but feels free to be more wary of him. (And to give Bruce credit: this is not something he ever begrudges.) But anyway Babs points this out, and Dick manages to sorta process it for about five seconds, but he cannot actually accept it into his worldview so instead he discards it at the speed of light and goes off and has an argument with Tim instead sdfsfdsf

All of Dick's virtues - Dick's kindness at the circus and Dick's determination to fight through grief and Dick's rigid sense of morals and Dick's vigilante skills and every time Dick has ever backed Tim up or listened to him or protected him or saved him from something or just been casually kind to a stranger in Tim's presence etc etc etc - all these things loom really large in Tim's mental story of Who Dick Is, and What Dick And Tim's Relationship Is. Tim meets Dick before he meets Bruce, trusts Dick more than Bruce, aspires to be Robin instead of Batman. And so in Tim's default version of the story, Dick is the super-special and admirable hero and Tim is... nobody in particular, a tagalong outsider who's barely managing to be a hero, not part of Dick and Bruce's family and not part of their story, who, if he's VERY LUCKY and tries REALLY HARD, might be able to fight his way to proving himself and offering something to Dick that Dick will value, if Dick doesn't get fed up with him first.

But that's not Dick's version of the story!!!

Dick's version of the story is almost the exact opposite, a story where Dick's an outcast failure black sheep who's screwing up everything he tries, and meanwhile Tim is The Sudden New Perfect Robin Who's Better Than Me And Probably Bruce Loves Him More And Probably They Gossip About What A Loser I Am, mixed with a complicated edge of Tim Thinks He's So Smart But He Doesn't Know Me/Us At All. Dick gets much more attached to Tim over time, and Tim gets unnervingly better at the know-it-all psychoanalysis so then Dick gets to have complicated feelings about him being right instead of just annoyance at him for being wrong, plus Dick's relationship with Bruce improves a lot, so Tim stops feeling so threatening. But Dick never fundamentally changes his basic theory of their relationship in which Tim is highly impressive and capable, and Dick is not so much.

And so asking Dick about Tim is kinda like if you asked George Bailey to tell you about Harry Bailey in It's A Wonderful Life; like, you'll be there for five hours while he tells you how great Harry is, and how accomplished Harry is, and how he doesn't really get how or why Harry does the things he does, and maybe George does feel a little resentful or jealous sometimes, but that pales in comparison to all his admiration and trust for Harry who he loves so much, who's better than him in so many ways, and he's not gonna openly gripe but secretly he can't help but feel sometimes like he's such a failure in comparison to Harry, a perfect person who emerged fully formed from Zeus's head with all the virtues and also all the accomplishments, etc. etc. etc. --

-- and he will not actually remember the part where he changed and saved Harry's whole entire life unless you literally send him to an alternate timeline in order to force him to remember it. <3

[theminecraftbee]

task: answer the following question. do you believe in curses? respond as completely with relevant information as possible.

Grian: Well, that's a lie. This isn't a task. I know it's not a task, I set the things up! Not sure why we're getting a question as pointless as this one, but sure, mysterious scroll, I'll answer. There's no such thing as curses, unless you're Timmy, in which case it's funny, yeah? Besides, I didn't actually kill Etho. Even if that did count, self-fulfilling prophecies aren't the same thing as curses, and I know which one I fall under.

Joel: Do I believe in bloody curses what kind of question is that? Do I really get hearts just for answering this? This feels like a prank or something... well, whatever. There are no such thing as curses, except the Boogeyman curse, which I sort of had today, but it wasn't actually the same at all. A lot of the bloodlust, sure, but a lot more... Etho had to be the one to do it, huh? And it's not the same. Not comforting. That's a stupid thing to say actually. Take it out of wherever you're putting this. Cut it out of the recording. Comforting. Please. As if it were ever... Yeah, I'm done actually. Don't have a good answer. Go away.

Scott: What, other than Jimmy? Bless that man, he may not have died first, but he sure tried his best. Sure, I'll believe Jimmy is cursed. I mean, mostly he's just kind of stupid. Lovingly so. I mean, despite him being stupid, I put up with him, right? That seems like a complete answer to this question. Jimmy's an omen but we put up with him anyway. That's all.

Mumbo: NO RESPONSE GIVEN.

Pearl: Oh, I mean, I'm probably cursed. That's what everyone liked to say at one point. I think... I mean, I think this time I have good friends, which is nice. They don't think I'm cursed. And it's not like I--I mean, it's surprisingly fun, acting cursed! And I am just acting. Acting scary, blowing up dance floors, all of that. And I don't really have to this time, so... Maybe I'm not cursed? And since it's acting, it's not real? This is a weird question.

Etho: Oh, man, that's a question. Um, do I have to answer? Because I feel like if I say no, that's really just asking for it, but if I say yes, I have to explain myself. Uh, I think I'm abstaining, unless the zombie thing from earlier counts. That was scary and I hated it. Curses are scary and I hate them in general, but apparently I'm good at them, if you ask everyone else. Um, it's not the only thing I find scary that apparently I'm good at.

Scar: Why, of course I believe in curses! Look at poor, poor... Timbert? Timmy? Jim? Gosh, sorry, I'm very tired right now. That's more proof of curses, by the way! That I'm tired. I've been tired straight since the desert, let me tell you what. And that, my friends, is a curse like no other. What a terrible beast, loneliness is. Wish me luck breaking it, because it's not happening this season!

Cleo: Oh, you mean the thing people like to blame instead of their own actions? Nah. My soulbond was kind of a curse, I guess, but even that's at least half just... bad people. Bad relationships. Good ones, too. We're all just doing what you can, you know? No script, no curses, no characters, just... Oh, I hope everything turns out tomorrow. Sorry, that's unrelated. It's just nicer to hope than to preemptively blame things on curses that don't exist.

Impulse: Well, I mean, I didn't until you just asked me that, but now I feel like I should. Wouldn't that be nice? Being cursed instead of just sort of unlovable? Sorry, no, that's mean to Gem. I shouldn't say that about Gem, she's been good this season. Super, super cursed, mind you, in the like, game mechanic sense? But she's been good, no backstabbing or inability to get love involved. Um, and I guess that's not fair to Bdubs, kind of, except it also totally is and I haven't forgiven him. So I guess if they ask I said I believed in curses, and that's why my life keeps circling clocks? Don't put any of that other stuff down, I'm trying to work on that.

Lizzie: NO RESPONSE GIVEN.

Gem: I was just cursed for a task, but that probably isn't what you're asking about, right? I'm new, so I don't know! A task is a concrete thing to believe in, like bloodshed or victory or fun and games. You don't have to believe in those to know they're real, either! They just are, whether you like it or not. I understand that much!

Tango: Gah, don't talk to me about... Deep breaths. Look, I don't care if it's a curse, or if it's just me being really bad, or what, I'm not going out pointlessly this time. Jimmy managed not to die first, I can manage to not go out to a stray arrow or my own bomb or a misstep this time, right? Is that so much to ask?

Skizz: Huh? Curses? I mean, I don't think so, and to be totally honest I think it's kind of mean the way people sometimes rag on people about them. Everyone's got so many good things about them! Why do people like to focus on the unfortunate luck, huh?

Bdubs: Hah! Curses! Let me tell you about curses. When I see curses, I eat them for breakfast. I don't got curses, I've got better things to do! I've got my buddies with the Mounders, and I've got-well, I'd say keeping Etho safe, but he's being weird at me again this season. Not that it matters. It never matters. Etho and I, we're... The point is, that doesn't matter anyway, because I have the Mounders, and they're the ones who matter here. And because I'm a strong, independent Bdubs, who doesn't need anyone but my bow and my perfect, flawless fighting prowess! Sorry, what was the question? I've been thinking so much lately that it's just sort of made everything else pop out of my head, so it's hard to keep track. I'm sure I answered it flawlessly, though.

Martyn: Of course there are curses. That's half the fun for you lot, isn't it? Putting your little curses on us and watching us rail against them. Bet you think it's real cute to ask us what we think of the things, too. "Oh, what do you think of curses," like we have any control over them. Please. If I had any control over curses, Jimmy--or, well, no, I guess that one was technically broken, wasn't it? Sure doesn't feel like it. Point is, curses are bad, and they're definitely real, and I hate you for them, got it?

BigB: Look, man, if you're trying to get me to write my character out for you, just say so! I won't tell anyone. We can come up with a hole thing about holes and red tasks and the Backrooms together! It'll be fun! After all, you probably don't know what kind of curse to say I have, right? Haha, just kidding. I have no idea what I'm talking about. Luckily, neither does anyone else, so I think that evens out between the lot of us.

Jimmy: NO RESPONSE GIVEN.

[myokk]

🥺

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[reddamselette]

valgrace except leo schemes with everyone and their mother to throw jason a bonfire party with close friends and family. they sit snuggled close to each other, curled into one another’s side as everyone shares stories about and first impressions about the son of jupiter.

annabeth mentioned how she threatened him with her dagger at first, piper and their mist filled memories, thalia with baby jason antics that had her hair turn gray at a young age.

after the night ended and they all go their separate ways, leo and jason snuck out somewhere else to share a kiss under the stars.

leo's first impression of jason was how beautiful he really is and seeing him made him believe in love at first sight.

[notbecauseofvictories]

did you guys know that the woman who coined the term “final girl” is actually a scholar of Icelandic medieval poetry? I don’t know why this particular fact is standing out to me so strongly but just imagine, being an expert in 70s and 80s slasher films and writing a seminal work on gender and the horror audience...

and then going home and thinking about the Njála for the rest of the evening.

[arttsuka]

I LOVE Teen Stan and Ford, it’s sad they don’t get drawn enough, so thank you so much!

Does Ford ever help Stan when he gets overstimulated? Or maybe when he has a rage response and suddenly starts crying and calls himself stupid?

Here's the other post with Ford

[buddie-buddie]

How many more moans will Buck get out of Tommy? Because just this one makes me go crazy

Later, once they’ve mingled and eaten cake and been the recipients of knowing smiles and warm hugs, Buck drives Tommy home. 

Mostly everyone’s gone by now, having said their goodbyes and shuffled out when the nurses came around to announce that visiting hours were ending. Buck had charmed their way into a few more minutes with the newlyweds, just long enough to wrap up the extra cake and hold a sleeping Jee-Yun while Maddie changed out of her wedding gown and his parents went to pull the car around. Her little fingers fisted in the front of his sweatshirt, clinging to him almost instinctively the moment Maddie passed her to him. His chest squeezed beneath the rush of warmth and pride as she snuggled against him, and he felt himself blush when he looked up and saw the way Tommy was staring at him, something warm and reverent in his eyes. 

Maddie returns and they say their goodbyes, and Buck doesn’t miss the way his heart swells as Tommy places a hand on the small of his back as they step into the hallway. 

Buck can’t help the smile that stretches across his face, the warmth that blooms in his chest. 

“I’ll give you a ride,” Buck says, more of a statement than a question. He’d overheard Tommy mention to Hen that he’d gotten one of their rigs drop him off at the hospital on their way back from the scene, and Buck can only imagine the ribbing he had to endure for that. Not to mention the fact that the man just spent the better part of the last twelve hours battling a beast of a fire and still found a way to make it here. He said he’d try his damndest and he did– he’s exhausted and sweaty and sooty but he’s here. For Buck.

The least Buck can do is give the guy a ride. He’d also like to kiss him about it. 

keep reading on ao3

[feroluce]

I love the fact that the Silvermane Guards are essentially just a very devoted "We Love Gepard Landau" fanclub, and I desperately need for all of them to get into ship wars about it behind their Captain's back. The soldiers are all split into several factions:

Some of them ship him with Sampo 🛡💣 (enemies to lovers/hateship enjoyers; this does not necessarily mean they like Sampo- in fact it's more like most of them want to sic their Captain on him skzjsmdm)

Some of them ship him with Bronya 👑🛡 (knight and princess trope enjoyers and also a sorta-kinda "that is our mom and dad" type of deal; this faction gets riled up and ridiculously hypes Gepard up to Bronya every time she comes down to the frontlines mskdkxmd)

Some of them ship him with the trailblazer 🛡💫 (the smallest and newest faction, but steadily gaining!)

Some of them ship him with Pela ❄🛡 (workplace romance enjoyers; Gepard once charged out into the Fragmentum alone to save Pela from an expedition gone horribly wrong, and when this faction saw Gepard carrying Pela back princess style they threw a whole party)

Some of them ship him with Dunn 🛡🗡 (also workplace romance; Dunn is very flattered by this because yeah wrong Landau, but wow, the troops really think he's good enough to woo the Captain, what an honor)

And some of them ship themselves with the Captain 🛡❤ (yumejoshi enjoyers; this faction throws a massive group effort every Valentine's Day and are also all very supportive of each other)

The final faction is an odd one, because they're defined not by who they ship their beloved Captain Gepard with, but rather by who they don't ship him with. Their name is generally shortened to the A.B.S. Group- Anybody BUT Sampo 🚫💣 DKSZJJSMSOZ

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!

[trappedinafantasy37]

POV: Your evil murder kitten's mask has slipped and you can see how deep she is drowning in fear and paranoia.

[ribbononline]

frye fits i might as well share since i doubt ill do anything w em