#lemme know if this needs to be changed or anything

[ihopesocomic]

It's such a shame how many good brother-brother duos or sister-brother duos there are compared to sister-sister duos

I know it stems from writers always feeling the need to add a man in every woman's life

A lot of writers can only make a character who's a sister if she's a sister to a brother and it's a real shame

Honestly I think Nothing from MP is a pretty good example of that

Look at her relationship with her female siblings/cousin vs her male siblings/cousin

Fire ended up being horrible and Feather is a toxic positive "lemme make you feel bad for wanting to change your ableist name even though it literally doesnt effect me" dirtbag

But Nothing had a better relationship with vs her younger sisters/cousins

Farleap and Silentstalk bullied her and Feather's sisters thought she was weirdo though they like literally never interacted

It's just always suspicious when a writer seems to prioritize a female character's relationship with guys over her relationship with girls

Like their gender shouldn't matter but they'll always pick their male characters first

The sexism in writing still to this day is wild. Especially where so-called independent creators are concerned. Because I thought the whole point of being indie was creating stuff you wanted to see in mainstream media but didn't get, but a lot of it is just more of the same crap you get from bigger productions. So either people want more sexism, or its just baked into their brain and they don't even realize it.

A lot of better stories out there are about brothers (well, I could argue that a lot of it is lazy and that there is no point to the characters being brothers, especially when strong emotional friendships between men are practically nonexistent in media.) and anything having to do with sisters is as I said, either petty nonsense or there's no point to being sisters at all.

And then there's as you said, an inherent need by creators for women to have men be relevant in their lives when that same standard is not applied to men. You can throw a rock and hit a movie or show with a female pov where her only motivation has to do with a man. Father, son, brother, husband, boyfriend, abuser. Whatever.

That's not to say any of these are bad stories. But when its the majority of supposed woman-focused media, it loses its edge as woman-focused when the women in question are focused on men. The writers either consciously or subsconsciously don't get that women have motivations beyond men. This even happens with lesbian characters, where men should have even less relevancy? LOL And it doesn't even matter who the writers are, whether they're men/women, cis/trans, straight/gay, everyone does this. You'd expect better from queer creators but even then there's a clear preference. And they're wont to bring up that "gender shouldn't matter" but only when it pertains to asking why they're so opposed to women being the focus. Its quite interesting.

MP is in an interesting position of hating both men and women at the same time while not commenting on how the patriarchy has negative effects on both men and women. Not an easy feat but Tribble sure made it look easy. She made Feather Nothing's prime motivator for leaving the pride, and while I have my own criticisms of Nothing's "subtle" motherlyness towards Feather, that wasn't extended to the female cubs. Fire is Nothing's other motivation for leaving the pride, and then he turned out to be a wannabe dictator. Quickmane was shown to be a sympathetic and caring mate who definitely wasn't homophobic, but had no qualms about killing children. And then there's alllllll the women who are meant to be oppressed to the same extent as Nothing, but they all somehow manage to be even worse because the narrative wants us to side with them.

And even Nothing's abusive relationship with Quickmane as we've stated in our review is arguably less fucked up than the relationship she has with her own mother. Because we know what they think about each other, and Powerstrike still insists that Nothing's existence is a burden on her soul or whatever. Like what the fuck is up with that?? I'm sure they could've made Powerstrike less-bad than Quickmane, was this some sort of weird equalizer of the sexes? And you can count Nothing's relationship with Sharptongue if you're so inclined to, but even if you ignore everything else she did, Sharptongue would still be the only positive female influence in Nothing's life. But not a key motivator in Nothing's story. Like not even a little bit.

[jjmaybankssurfergf]

Bad idea!

Based off of two songs Bad Idea! By girl in Red and the Liviesss song Bad idea Right

AN: My first fic I think I did ok but o dunno please lemme know whatcha think first time writing smut too, so it might be bad

Warnings: Smut, cursing, jj being a cocky mf, halfway proof read!

Summary: After High school, you and jj agreed that it would be best to go your separate ways, it would’ve been better that way right? Then why are you here now with his contact number open on your phone debating to text him, this was a Bad Idea……

You sat there on your bed, with your phone out and jj’s contact number on your screen. You wanted to text him you really did but, was this a good idea or a Bad Idea? You waited it was 11:00 at night would he even be up? You thought to yourself

You gave it about 5 more minutes and they texted ‘Hey’ keeping it casual not wanting to jump into anything right away. You instantly regretted it going into the bathroom splashing some water in your face to clear your mind. As you leaned on the counter thinking to yourself, your phone went off you instantly grabbed it opening it seeing jj had texted you back saying ‘Hey, you need somethin’?’

You let out a sign in relief, glad he wasn’t rude about it, you quickly texted back ‘Yeah, do you think I could come over maybe?’ I text back nervous for his reply

JJ smirked at his phone, thinking it was funny how you wanted him back, and he knew exactly what you meant by ‘come over’ jj texted back saying ‘Yeah sure babydoll, your always welcome to come over 😉’ he teases

Once you see his text you roll your eyes, thinking he didn’t change one bit at all. He was still the cockiest guy you've ever met. You text him back ‘Alright I’ll be there in 10’ and then you quickly grab your keys and phone leaving your house going to your car. Once you get in you start it up and start driving to jjs place.

Once you get there, you text him that your there and jj starts heading down the hall to let you in the apartment complex, once he gets there he opens the door. “Well, I was wonderin’ how long it was gonna take for you to come back” he says folding his arms across smirking as he leaned against the doorway You roll your eyes at his cockiness, but you decided you need to tell him how you feel

“I regret breaking up with you, I really do and I-“ you hesitate for a moment “I miss you jj, I really do” you confess. As jj heard that you miss him, his gaze softens, and he steps closer to you, his hands resting on your hips

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that ever since we called it quits” he says brushing some hair out of your face gently

You look into his eyes then his lips, then back at his eyes and lips again. You took the risk and kissed him softly and he kisses you back, putting his hands on the back of your thighs picking you up and carrying you inside

JJ pushes you up against the wall his hands roaming your body, as you both kissed passionately “Fuck you don’t know how much I’ve missed this” jj rasps as he starts kissing your jaw and then starts carrying you back to his apartment room

JJ holds you up against the wall opening the door and carrying you inside collapsing on the couch with you kissing you more roughly, starting to take your shirt off and bra. Once he did he stepped back to admire how beautiful you looked “Fuck your gorgeous, so, so, gorgeous” he rasps taking his shirt off showing off his meaty chest and bulked up arms

JJ comes back over hovering above you kissing your neck biting on it softly on your neck and then earlobe

You moan arching your back pushing your body into him more, feeling his hard cock through his sweatpants press against your soaked core. JJ groans looking down between us and he kisses down your body

Once jj reaches your core he puts his hands under your butt hoisting you up so he had better access and so your thighs were over his shoulders. JJ peels your underwear off you exposing your wet cunt to him and he kisses all around the area nipping softly at your thighs making you squirm under his touch. He blows softly on your core and you let a whine escape your mouth and jj smirks loving how much he could make you squirm

“J-JJ please don’t tease I need you” jj chuckles loving your begging “yeah baby I can definitely see that” he says giving you an opened mouth kiss on your clit

You clamp your legs around his head moaning loudly, jj pries your legs open kitten licking your core gripping your thighs tightly keeping them apart

You bury your hands in jjs hair moaning continuously as he kept moving his tongue on your clit. JJ brings one of his hands to your clit rubbing soft circles as he pushes your tongue into your entrance which causes your body to shake as he pushes his tongue in and out speeding up his movements on your clit

“Doin’ so good f’me, come on baby doll cum for me, cum all over my face, make a mess f’me” jj says his eyes looking into your gorgeous blissed out face as he continues fucking you with his tongue

“O-oh god I’m-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum” You cry out and jj bites your clit pushing you over the edge making you cum all over his face. JJ gets up from between your thighs with a shit eating grin on his face while you lay on the bed trying catch your breath. “You did so fucking good babydoll, im so proud of you” he says his lips were all glossy with your cum covering his face, and jj pulls off his sweatpants leaving him in just his boxers which left little to the imagination and barely his hard cock he was sporting

You sit up on your elbows, your breathing getting steadier and jj pulls off his boxers exposing his thick girthy cock, and he comes over to you kissing your soft lips making you tastes yourself on his tongue and then pulls away, flipping you over so your laying on your stomach and he kneels behind you lifting your hips so he could a line you with his cock

“you ready for me baby cakes” he says tapping his tip to your clit which causes you to shudder

“Yeah I’m ready” you say and jj leans over you kissing your neck starting to push inside you, inch by inch until he was fully in

You both moan out from how good it felt, jj tilted his head back letting out a little whimper from how tight you were, and you rested your head on the couch cushion from how big he was and how much he was stretching you out.

“God you feel so good” he moans started to move his hips which makes you whimper “F-fuck jj” you moan

jj picks up the pace, both of your moans and the sound of skin slapping filling the room “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good baby, this cunt was made for me” jj moans loudly, gripping your hips tighter and being more forceful with his thrusts

You moaned loudly when jj’s thrusts grew faster and harder. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix sending jolts of pleasure through your body and you felt a familiar filling starting to bubble up in the pit of your stomach “Oh fuck” you moan “jj I’m close I’m so so so close” you moan, and jj picks up the pace kissing your neck softly one of his free hands reaching down between your legs stroking your clit “Me too Mamas me too, come on cum with me baby, cum with me” jj rasps feeling you clench around him as you neared your orgasm “come on let go for me baby, give it to me”

You both fell apart at the safe time moaning loudly, jj let out a guttural moan his body shaking spilling inside of you and cry out feeling the best orgasm you’ve ever had experienced

“Jesus fuck” jj says laying down next to you gently stroking your head, as your body went limp

He looks at you, he looks how beautiful you look all fucked out laying there, jj got up going into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth, then coming back gently flipping you over so your laying on your back, so he could clean up the mess between your thighs

JJ picks you up, bridal style carrying you to his room kissing your forehead and laying you down on his bed snuggling close to you. You turned over on your side facing jj looking into his eyes brushing some of his blonde messy hair from out of his eyes “I love you” jj looks into your eyes kissing you lips softly “I love you too baby doll”

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[ghostlyvisage]

Spite & Dine

It had taken him a bit to find a good dining place, one that had a rooftop view, but had an indoor option. he didn't exactly need his frame to start whistling because the wind blew too hard. When he found a good place, a fancy restaurant with a 360 view of the city below them, he made the reservation and sent it to the medic. 

Normally he tried to avoid all medics, no matter what specified field they went into, but he could make an exception for Trepan. 

After a solid wash with solvent, wax, and polish (and a small box of magnesium and mercury sweets) he was ready. Ghost had decided to wear some of the makeup Overlord had... gifted him, using it to highlight some parts of his frame. If he was going somewhere fancy with a pretty mech he needed to at least look the part. 

And, in case the place didn't serve anything vintage, he had found some old Vosian high-grade (though he hadn't been able to find one that had mercury). So, with his frame now all shiny and done up, perfect for a fancy night out. He hoped he remembered enough of the manners he needed to not stick out like a sore thumb any more than he already would.

Ghostspire stepped into the main lobby of the restaurant, slowly scanning around for his companion for the night.  

@mnemoiisms

[arcane-appetence]

@grumpyascianteddybear

It was always a good day when he was several steps ahead of the Mortales Coven. For centuries, his father's family, the Howard Coven had been locked in a bitter battle with the Mortales Coven. Warlocks pitted against Warlocks, witches stripped of their magic by other witches. It never seemed to end, and like his father before him, Liam had been drawn into the fray when the bastards decided to go after his own twin sister and their younger cousins.

His girls were perfectly capable of handling themselves of course - Liam was all for Women Empowerment - but there was an innate urge to protect that no matter how tainted or bloody his soul got, he would always step in with a helpful hand. Or shadows.

Word had reached his ears that the Mortales were now trying to recruit others to their cause and well, he certainly couldn't have that. Being a thorn in their side was always a joy and if he could thwart Zeidan Mortales' plans in anyway, then it was a good day. This particular target of theirs, according to his reports, was a young woman who had a particular brand of magic. Now, while curiosity may have killed the cat, it certainly had a hard time with him. Liam knew how to blend in with the darkness, which made it easier for him to track the woman down. He would investigate for a while, keep out of sight and if it was determined that she was indeed being targeted by the Mortales' then he would step in.

When he found her, he certainly wasn't expect to find her holed up in some abandoned warehouse on the wrong side of town. 'They trying to recruit fuckin kids now?' he grumbled as he kept himself in the shadows, silently watching and observing. Everything appeared to be fine... up until he heard the unmistakable sound of Zeidan's hellhounds closing in on the girl.

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@the-devil-less-known liked for a starter!)

What were the chances of Lucid running into the literal Devil? The man his Father had created in his predecessors image, to fill the empty seat the fallen angel left when cast out from Heaven. The seraphim was meandering the streets of Hell adorned in his sinner disguise, curious of this forbidden world that angels were not allowed to visit.

He couldn’t help but stare at the King, as if this really could not be real. While others around them seemed too preoccupied with their own business, the seraphim stood out like a sore thumb even in his illusion to look like a sinner. His spade tail swished side-to-side like an alert cat. Dare he approach? Or just observe?

[junowritings]

Going absolutely feral over @gregorsmissingarmor's ocs/insert bc they're all GORGEOUS so ofc I had to doodle em.

Your art is literally scrumptious and has me doing laps round my house every time it crosses my dash thank you for letting me draw them!!! I hope I did them all justice 🧡🧡🧡

[flxshy]

@cervidae-demon

"You seem the most annoyed in this hotel. Can you make me a Champaign and tell me about it?"

[burdenedchaos]

@xxashes-rebornxx liked for a starter

A glamour sat snuggly against the Trickster's skin, shifting features into something that wasn't quite Loki. The illusionary magic had traded black hair for brunette, shortening it to something of a spiky crop; had twisted and turned up his usual nose into a snub. Normal concealer blended a neat little line around his lips, hiding away the multitude of scars that lay there--the old wounds something his magic was not capable of touching or altering. Casual clothing decorated his lanky frame--black, ripped jeans paired with a graphic tee with an amusing quip regarding bisexuality. A golden chain jingled and swayed at his hip, a small replica of Mjolnir sitting there to mock. Painted nails wrapped around a disposable cup of vanilla chai but he made no move to drink it. Feigning casualness, slumping just so slightly in the outdoor seat of the plucky little cafe that the tea had been purchased from, looking this way and that as if waiting for the arrival of a late companion. The action gave him an excuse to keep his gaze on a swivel because...someone was watching him.

Someone had been watching him with too close a gaze for a casual stranger for longer than he was comfortable with and a part of him feared that someone from Asgard had stumbled upon the life he had carved for himself here. Meant to upheave it and drag him back to the realm that he had thrown himself to the very void to avoid. They'd be severely disappointed if they thought he would go quietly. No, he would go like a feral dog. Barring his teeth and going for the jugular, if it came to it. Biting and ripping what he could.

Fingers drummed against the plastic lid of his drink before lifting it to his lips, squinting suspiciously at a red-haired stranger who seemed to be closer than she'd been only moments before.

Bingo.

Diving into his pocket, his free hand pulled out his cellular device and swiped a complicated pattern against the screen to unlock it as his eyes darted down to continue his performance of awaiting a friend who wasn't coming.

[truly-quirkless]

[@themultiversebundle | Plotted in DMs!]

It had been a rather quiet day, yet again..so Fin and Yagi had decided to walk about town. The tall blond still got a few odd stares, and every now and again, someone would walk up wanting an autograph. It had taken the world time to get used to Yagi as he was now- and while the whispers of 'the Symbol of the Dead' weren't exactly welcome...it was better that than All for One in the streets.

"What do you say to dropping by Smoothie King before we head back to the school?" Yagi's suggestion hadn't been in the air for more than a second when he bumped into something- or rather, someone. He took a stumbling step back, his smile instantly transforming to apologetic as he raised his hands. "Ah- sorry about that! I didn't mean to bump into you."

Huh....Fin wasn't exactly the best at Heroes, but this one...didn't look familiar. They'd seen a few ever since their rise in Hero society, but they had yet to see one that looked so...robotic? It wasn't like Ingenium or his younger brother, Ida- this felt...different.

Their eyes flickered towards the nearby store the stranger had stepped out of- revealing an interior beyond the door that very much wasn't what could be seen through the glass. They immediately jumped towards it- but the door slammed closed before they could catch it.

"Shit...!"

[starcunin]

closed starter | @faebhaal

The fire crackles softly in the heart of the camp, its embers casting a warm, flickering glow that struggles to reach the edges of the encroaching darkness. The night is deep, a blanket of velvety black pierced by the cold light of distant stars. The others have long since fallen asleep, leaving Astarion alone with his thoughts, the quiet murmur of the night, and the ever-present hum of his hunger.

His mind races, a remnant of the nightmare that dragged him from the fragile peace of sleep. Cazador’s voice echoes in his mind, a haunting litany of rules that once bound him so tightly: Thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures. Thou shalt obey me in all things. The phantom weight of those commands makes his chest tighten, his throat constrict as though the very air refuses to pass. He’s free, isn’t he? The tadpole allowed him to break all the other rules, why not Cazador’s? Yet those words, etched into his psyche like the scars on his back, linger—unshakable, undeniable.

He sits up, pressing his hand to his forehead, trying to push away the lingering terror. But it’s not just fear that gnaws at him tonight. It’s hunger. The gnawing, ravenous hunger that never truly leaves him, that has only worsened since the night he drained that unfortunate boar. The taste had been ash in his mouth, unsatisfying and stale. His fangs throb with the need for something more.

And then there’s her. Ithaca. She sleeps just a few feet away, her small form curled under a thin blanket. In the pale light of the fire, her dusky orchid skin glows faintly, her rose-colored hair spilling like liquid dusk across her pillow. Those delicate features, so deceptively innocent in repose, belie the truth of her nature—violent, monstrous, and utterly captivating. He remembers the way she kicked that squirrel, the casual cruelty in it, the way her eyes had sparkled with something feral afterward. It had intrigued him, but it is her scent that now drives him to madness. She smells like honey and fresh flowers, like the very essence of spring, like sunlight captured in a bottle, sweet and golden and utterly irresistible.

He moves without thinking, a shadow slipping through the night, soundless, predatory. He finds himself standing over her, his breath catching in his throat as he gazes down at her peaceful face. She is beautiful, in a way that shouldn’t be possible for something so tainted, so damned. But it’s not just her beauty that draws him—it’s the hunger, the desperate need to know if he can. If the chains Cazador bound him with are truly broken. If he can sink his fangs into her soft flesh, taste that sweetness.

He leans down, closer, until he can feel the warmth radiating from her body, the subtle rise and fall of her chest. His fangs ache, his throat burns, and he is so close, so close he can almost taste her on the air. Just a taste, he tells himself. Just enough to know. His lips part, his fangs bared, and then her eyes snap open, violet rings burning against the darkness.

❛ Shit. ❜ The word slips out before he can stop it, as he jerks back, the spell broken. Fear, anger, and the remnants of his hunger twist inside him as he straightens, trying to regain some semblance of composure. But his dead heart races, and for the first time in a long time, he feels like a fool.

[thiefofcrows]

Plotted starter for @lostxtosunlight

       It had been two months since Yuki had officially taken the crow and cup tattoo and joined the Dregs. Raito hadn’t tried to bother them again — Kaz assumed he was too busy with doctor prescribed physical therapy. The thought shouldn't have given him so much satisfaction. Yuki, on the other hand, had spent his time training diligently and taking on jobs here and there as he grew more confident in his skills. They’d begun of course with hand-to-hand combat training and it was clear he already had some skill to begin with. As Yuki grew physically stronger, fighting him became more of a challenge.

       Once Kaz felt satisfied with that progress, he'd introduced knives into the equation — which, much to his delight, Yuki already had significant practice in that area as well. They'd been working on various strategies. Kaz gave Yuki insight into hiding at least two knives in his clothes at all times — which, given the keen way in which Yuki paid attention and, eventually, mastered it, it reminded him of when they were children. Kaz excidedly showing Yuki a new magic trick he'd been practicing, Yuki attempting it himself, Kaz simply delighted to have someone who did more than just feel an obligation to indulge him.

       The art of throwing knives effectively had been next and that took some time — it wasn't an easy skill to learn by any means, but just like with everything else so far, Yuki could eventually hit his target effectively with every throw. The more his skills developed, the more confident in himself he became ... and whatever tender things Kaz felt for Yuki before seemed to grow louder, more insistent. They became more of a heated smouldering thing that was difficult for Kaz to discern the meaning of — but with every stirring, he simply shut it down, burying it deeper.

       Unfortunately for Kaz, it didn't matter; those feelings somehow seemed to rise to the surface again and again. While he always ignored it when he saw it, Yuki's dark eyes often contained something a little heated and inquisitive — as if Kaz were a fascinating puzzle to solve. He wanted it to stop and he wanted Yuki to keep digging deeper simultaneously. It filled him with a sense of dread, terror and desire.

       Now, they were half way through training, having graduated to using Yuki's skill with knives along with hand-to-hand combat. He was slower today, seeming drained — and all Kaz had the mind to do was push him. At one point he swiped one of the training knives from Yuki's hand and dragged him close by the shirt with the other. He slid the training knife along his waist, giving an approximation of stabbing Yuki through the gut.

       ❝In a fight, the enemy will use any excuse, any opening to gain the upper hand. You don't have the luxury of taking it easy because you're not feeling your best. You have to ignore it, grit your teeth and push through. It's either that or you die.❞ Kaz let go of Yuki's shirt, his fist briefly pressing into the others chest just enough to nudge him back as he did so. ❝ Again. Try not to get fatally stabbed this time.❞

[erobret]

@palespawn

❝ IT'S YOU . . . THE ONE I HEAR IN THE PIPES . ❞ dark lashes brush pale cheeks in her slow blink . chains clink as she moves closer to the door but not getting close enough due to what restrains her . head tilts in curiosity , her pale hues widening in awe as she was finally able to put a face to the voice she would hear so often . ❝ did master send you ? is it feeding time ? it's been a few days since master threw me a rodent . i'm super hungry . i thought maybe i was bad and that's why master has been down to feed me . ❞

[grimulf-of-the-wilderness]

GRIMULF HAD CROSSED OVER yet again.

The insistent need for wanderlust led him deep into a cavern that felt like a portal, to another world.

The Rogue had been wandering this new realm for a few days when he found himself traversing through a thicket of lush forest where he felt the need to be careful. Certain vegetation, florals and fauna seemed less than friendly to outsiders.

It was here that he caught the scent of something delectable. The undisputed scent of baked goods!

Noteworthy scents were soft. Like a dash of vanilla flavoring along with something sweet, a fruit slowly cooked until soft. Finished off with rich, buttery hints of flakey promises and a sprinkling of sugary sweetness for good measure.

This scent caused a grunt to escape him while he savored it.

His stomach growled.

Driven by hunger his curiosity got the better of him, once again. He tracked the lingering scents trail until he came to what looked like an exceedingly quaint cottage. Inhabited and well cared for. With tended-to gardens and the perfect melding of the wilds meeting curated nature. Warm and welcoming but not too much. It felt like a loving curation, a display of art. A peaceful sanctuary in their personal corner of the cosmos, untouched by most.

Grimulf meandered up into the perimeter of the property, hopping over a picket fence and capturing the sight of the most heavenly creation he'd ever witnessed.

A trio of pies, cooling on the window sill, left seemingly unguarded.

The concept of a grab and run trickled up his spine and sent him in closer only to abort the mission at the last split second!

He was no thief, so he knocked on the door like a civilized monster and then took a step or two back convinced he'd scare the daylights out of whoever answered the door.

closed starter: @sweet-chimera

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @chancedarling where: by the tower darcy dragged chance to

"I can't explain why, but it feels like the weirdest structure on the entire island," Darcy explained as they were getting closer to the Tower. "Well, the entire island as far as I've come across so far. It's only been a couple of days, I doubt I've been everywhere else."

And Darcy hasn't, that was for sure - she's been doing runs to the ship with others when she could, and at other times she's been roaming the island, trying to see every nook and cranny of it. It wasn't the biggest island on the planet, sure, but it just felt like full of interesting, mysterious places and corners that were just waiting for them to explore them and figure them out.

The Tower being one of them.

It loomed above them, its antenna going even above the treeline, while the top of it looking like it held a terrace, a balcony, something where humans could and would use as a lookout. But no door, no chance to actually get inside - if there was anything to even get inside to -, nor any way to get on the top of it.

Darcy stopped in front of it, looking up and then over at Chance. "There is just something about this, I can feel it. I mean, what's the point of it? Everything else is here to help us survive, to give us comfort, while this tower is just... it's just here. Doing whoever knows what."

[pastamurdercats]

Im obsessed with your designs omg can you draw a Bristlefrost design :3 ?

Bristlefrost!! I love this woman so so much. She's aroace because I said so. I don't have as many thoughts about her as I wish but I do think about how Brashstar manipulated her from time to time. Wish she got to do more.

[zombiefishmonster]

gerard p. donelan comics based around queer women <333333