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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Who is this sassy lost child?

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[egophiliac]

Thoughts on Malleus’s birthday card reveal? 🎤

Twst knows exactly what I want, and that's Malleus Draconia, in his little fancy bed jacket and head wrap, kicking his legs on the couch as he giddily tries on different lipsticks so he can look super duper extra pretty for his big special birthday party. :)

[mediumgayitalian]

When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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[alicornze7]

Silly guys goin' on silly adventures:]

@rorydrawsandwrites's puppeteer au but the only difference is that jax gives consent

My contribution to this wonderful au has been long overdue:')

Rambling in tags ehe (cw: ribbun:p)

Well maybe it's not the only difference

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [1/?] ⤷ 2.01 — "Little Green Men"

I may not have the X-Files, Scully, but I've still got my work. And I've still got you.

[reunitedinterlude]

celebrating 15 years of dan and phil [12/15]

you're next to me in my life

[reader-from-nowhere]

i have them!! i have beans!

THEYRE SO COOL OMG real beans i can hold in my hand

n i stuck the autobot insignia into my sketchbook to keep it

YAYAAYAY!!! They’ve arrived!!

I hope you’re enjoying them ehehe >:D

[azuzula]

i’m putting together a team

[tooranges]

you can rest easy now… 🖤💛

another messy side order doodle weeee

(from 02/2024)

[gamebunny-advance]

Some skrunkly Oatchis from the official Pikmin comic.

Bonus mamuta bugging out their eyes 'cus i think it's funny but I don't feel like posting it by itself.

[call-me-noa]

Ruler Ordeal Call trailer with English subs.

[ace-octo-pix]

eight truly is back in the fucking building again

[reagent-leon]

wait, what do you mean we gotta suspend disbelief about franco's height? what for?

Franco is much taller in-game than he is in the comic. In fact, he's the same height as every other ex-pop or prime asset, since only the giant ex-pops get any special treatment.

Honestly, it really bugs me that his height is supposed to be a defining trait, but in-game, it just doesn’t matter. I get that it would’ve required entirely new motion captures, but still, wouldn’t it add so much to his character if he visibly struggled with things like reaching into barrels or dragging out reagents? I think he would’ve been worth the extra effort, but whatever, I guess that just means they never planned to include any other short characters.

With Coyle and Gooseberry, we never see them close enough to others to make solid height comparisons. But with Franco, there’s plenty of evidence that he’s short. For example, from what we see of Clyde Perry in the comic, he’s not a tall guy, and Franco is clearly shorter than him.

Even with the odd angles and keeping perspective in mind, Franco is a lil guy.

I think he is, or at least was supposed to exhibit some level of medical dwarfism, but either there was a change of heart or technical limitations stopped Red Barrels from running with it... or, as I said, we're just supposed to suspend our disbelief. His facial features resemble those of someone with Pfeiffer Syndrome (type one), so maybe it was a fear of demonising or infantilising people with disabilities that kept them from implementing his proper height. But that seems like an odd line to draw, considering the stuff they pull in the rest of The Trials.

I think Franco's outfit adds to his bulky appearance in-game, and I reckon he was given that suit at Sinyala. Because the fact is, on the outside, the Barbis were rich enough to afford proper clothes tailoring, which would have made Franco look far more proportional. I think they deliberately put him in an oversized suit to make him seem more childish, despite how big they made him in-game.

It's good character design, and it works regardless of how big or small a character is. Putting someone in oversized clothing is usually a reliable way to make them seem more childlike. It's why, at nearly 30, I can still get a child ticket for the bus, because I am height-deficient and I live in oversized hoodies.

Furthermore, everyone in the game describes him as short. I'm not combing through every single line of dialogue, since it's all very well documented on the wiki, but both Coyle and Gooseberry reference Franco’s short stature constantly in their Prime Time dialogue.

Mother Gooseberry calls Franco "little man" in the majority of her lines, as well as "dapper little fellow," which I thought was incredibly cute.

Coyle, on the other hand, is much less flattering but definitely more descriptive. He calls Franco things like "runt of the litter," "half-sized pile of shit," "s'like somebody cut a man in half," and so on.

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Unrelated, but since this is a Coyle blog, I think I'll add this at the tail end. For as much as people depict Coyle as tall, I really don't think he would be. Partially because nobody comments on it in any way. If we were supposed to read Coyle as tall, I think Gooseberry would probably have called him "tall, dark, and handsome," or something similar. If he were 6'0 or over, he would be considered tall.

5'8 was the average height for a man during the 1950s, and we should remember that this guy grew up during the Great Depression, which ended when he was roughly 16, so it's quite possible he didn't reach his full adolescent potential due to malnourishment. Frankly, I think the only reason he manages to lift that prisoner with one hand the way he does is because he's off his tits on whatever drugs Murkoff gives them. He certainly doesn't look strong enough to do it without a little enhancement.

But that's just my hypothesis, people can obviously enjoy him and depict him however they like, I'm not the fun police. I just like to gather evidence and show it to everyone like some sort of academic magpie. This is all in good fun

[grace-sketches]

Finally finished it. Only took 9 months for me to stop being afraid of the background.

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked.

We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.