#so theoretically maybe...

[wolfythewitch]

oh you're aroace :3 I don't mean to pry but, how like, did you figure it out ? or maybe how is it like? I'm pretty sure that what I m but it's... been confusing me for a while I just don't know how to know if that makes any sense TvT

Anyhow, take care have a good day :3

I still have no idea tbh. But I never really cared about attraction and romance and I still don't. I rarely think about it in context of myself and as far I know I've never felt romantic or sexual attraction. So for now it's the label that fits haha

[tanasha-not-yet]

[triglycercule]

imagining this very funny totally amusing bit where dust (despite having a lot of pockets) makes horror carry a lighter for him (only because he can't be bothered to remember to bring one on him all the time) and horror keeps it in his head

but horror's a dick so everytime dust wants to smoke and he needs a light horror's always like "whats the password :3" (he actually said the emoticon i was the quotation marks) and dust has to guess. because horror changes it every time. and its never something predictable. and then he either just totally gives up on that cig or he has to forcefully dig into horror's head to get the lighter because horror's being a PRICK

now dust is shoulder deep into horror's eyesocket while horror is clawing and screaming and killer's just standing there behind them watching this unfold with that fuckass smile on his face (he can't get this type of entertainment anywhere else)

[cj-the-random-artist]

Have a Bishops + Lambert height chart and some bonus sketches (including a lot of Kallamar because for some reason he's become one of those characters for me who is unreasonably hard but also weirdly fun to doodle), hopefully I will have more comics soon I have a handful of comic WIPs and an ungodly amount of comic scripts that I might finish but equally I also might not, so maybe this'll be good for a while lol. I have also made some like references for the follower forms for the Bishops so I have a good reference for drawing them but idk if I'm gonna post them cuz I'm not super happy with any of them... we'll see...??

Tbh idk if I'm gonna tag all these?? Cuz like. Roughly half the canon COTL characters are in this array of doodles so maybe I'll just tag the Bishops and the Goat and Lambert and call it a day tbh,,, But have some Untitled QPR Narilamb Au (maybe I should just call it that at this point...) doodles, and may y'all have lovely days / nights

[potato-lord-but-not]

sometimes I'm surprised John was like "i tried to kill Oscar and it was a manifestation of my guilt" bc prior to that bc of the timing I had assumed John heard Oscar talk abt trying to do an exorcism on Marie's husband and had thought "this guy CANNOT learn abt my existence or hes gonna do that to ME"

That’s honestly so funny to image that John actually thought an exorcism would work on him. like yes there’s probably a way to actually do that which resembles an exorcism. But John,,, honey,, you’d think an exorcism? from a catholic priest? would work? after living inside the head of Christianity’s number one hater and nonbeliever??? cmon now

[outersyourwilds]

Made Gneiss in Miitopia for funsies ehe

[kaiserouo]

it's not exactly impossible right? i mean she's partly made of light and okay i'm just kidding i wanna see her wearing fluffy warlock clothes

[tennessoui]

wip snippet (avoiding doing hw)

Anakin watches from the safety of his current vantage point as his master turns from the youngling and marches up the stairs leading to the box office. It’s second nature after all of these years to allow his eyes to follow him, but this time he makes himself look away. 

The padawan is watching Obi-Wan go with a look on his face that Anakin immediately knows and understands, having spent several years wearing the same expression as he watched his master leave him. 

He’s walking towards the youngling before he can think it through.

Before he can remember that he’s woefully unprepared for this conversation—any conversation—with the boy. Emotionally and mentally very, truly, terribly unprepared.

“Hey,” he says and the padawan looks up at him. Force, but he’s tiny. “Kid,” he finishes lamely when he realizes that he can’t remember the padawan’s name. Had strong-armed it out of his mind every time someone tried to get him to learn it.

The padawan sniffs. Anakin can’t tell if it’s from offense or the dry air circulating the reception hall.

At least Ahsoka had been fourteen when she’d become his padawan, more…person than youngling at that point.

“I’m not Kid,” the padawan tells him, and Anakin squints down at him. He’s humanoid, with a shock of yellow hair trimmed into the traditional padawan cut and gray eyes. His ears are far too big for the size of his head, his nose is crooked, and there’s a splattering of dark freckles across his face. When he speaks, Anakin can see two gaps in his mouth. Missing teeth. Force, he’s a youngling. Obi-Wan’s adopted a youngling and brought him to the operahouse.

“Right, well,” Anakin begins to say before stalling out. 

He’d just—he’d recognized that look. He’d remembered it. He’d remembered being in the new padawan’s shoes and watching Obi-Wan Kenobi stride away, feeling both lost and a keen sense of loss, as if parts of the gravitational system on the planet had been tugged into misalignment and he was experiencing some sort of weightless falling. It’d been part hero-worship, part desperate desire to follow behind him. To not be left behind. Like if he just waited and watched long enough, his master would stop, turn his head, and beckon him to his side and into his confidences.

[fanboyzuko]

Prompt: Bun Ma briefing the first crew before their transfer.

Countdown to LTF's return: 8 days!

Ooooooh gurl how I had to resist chatting to you when I came up with this idea bc I wanted it to be a fun little surprise. 🤭 Enjoy <33

The door to the interim barracks burst open, and in walked Bun Ma with a regulation bag for personal belongings stuffed to capacity. Hifumi paused mid-sentence in her conversation with Nari, who turned around to follow Hifumi’s shocked stare.

Of all the possible outcomes from the commotion last night, this was something Hifumi never considered. This wasn’t some sort of unfortunate mistake; this was Zuko’s choice.

“Captain, I’m just going to-” Nari half-stood, waiting for permission to abandon her superior in favor of harassing her friend, who was already disappearing with Ju Long before anyone could bombard her with questions.

Hifumi waved Nari off. “I’m curious as well.”

No further words were needed. Nari beelined out the doors after her friend. A pained yelp carried through the doors before the slammed shut behind the three.

Zhen plopped down next to Hifumi, wearing a bemused expression. “How much you wanna wager this was Bun Ma’s idea?”

“I’m not betting anything on the obvious,” Hifumi said, rolling her eyes.

“You’re no fun,” Zhen grumbled, leaving Hifumi to corner Shen instead. Why she hadn’t started her wagers with him was beyond Hifumi.

There wasn’t much time for a decent pool to start before Bun Ma’s little group returned. Nari had a thoughtful expression as she gathered the majority of her department. She said something to them, then returned to Hifumi as if nothing was amiss. Ju Long scurried over to Koji and started frantically whispering to him, which wasn’t all off from him. 

“What’s-” Hifumi started to ask once Nari was seated again, but was interrupted by Bun Ma climbing on top of a table.

“Attention Sazanamites! As you can see, I am here. There was a mistake with the initial paperwork,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows as she stressed mistake. “Seems Captain Asshole realized he forgot Princey’s bestest friend. Very tragic. He and I are very upset. Devastated. Never saw this coming.”

“Just keep talking, Bun Ma,” Shen heckled. “I’m not sure I believe you yet.”

“Hey, Shen,” Bun Ma cheerily smiled and flipped him off.

The few poor souls who happened to be waiting for their new assignments at the same time as the mass Sazanami transfer watched the spectacle in varying degrees of shock and horror. Quite a few glanced Hifumi’s way, having figured out she was the highest ranking in the room the night before.

“Get down,” Hifumi sighed. “Are we soldiers or children?”

Bun Ma saluted her mockingly and hopped down from the table. She immediately lost her balance, hopped a few steps in an attempt to catch it, then crashed into a few of her crewmates instead. The groans and curses soon overshadowed Bun Ma’s suspicious announcement.

Hifumi figured that was the end of it. Whatever scheme the kids had come up with, it didn’t involve her. But then Bun Ma extricated herself from her peers and bounded up to Hifumi with a grin.

“Hey, Cap, since we’re about to part ways forever and all, what do you say to treating your favorite seaman to breakfast in town?”

“Absolutely n-”

Nari threw her arm around Hifumi’s shoulders casually, as if it was perfectly normal behavior. “Oh, Captain, that sounds like a great idea. Treat your favorite ensign, too.”

Ah. So they were including Hifumi in their scheme. From the slight pinch in Nari’s eyes, she had not agreed to this particular tactic to pull Hifumi aside. That was on her for allowing Bun Ma to take charge. Biting back a laugh, Hifumi took pity on her favorite and only weapons’ head.

“Very well. I saw a cafe that looked worth trying the other day.”

Several hours and many, many pots of tea later, Hifumi had a full understanding of everything their young prince had discovered and kept secret until his friends confronted him. While Hifumi needed longer to dissect her thoughts about the war and her nation’s lies, there was one thing she was certain of:

Hifumi would support Prince Zuko. If he wanted to end the war, she had no qualms sharing his goal. She didn’t care about the Fire Nation’s victory anymore—she hadn’t ever since she lost her child. And she knew exactly which crew members would join them in supporting Prince Zuko, the reason Bun Ma and Nari pulled her aside before anyone else.

Zhao had made a grave error dispersing a crew full of deserters and the treasonous who’d found a new purpose in the young, banished prince.

“I am concerned as to how we’ll organize when the time comes,” Hifumi mused, swirling the dredges of tea in her cup.

Nari nodded. “I had the same thought. Not to mention who knows what other radical ideals the kid will pick up by the time he’s ready to challenge his father.”

Bun Ma’s grin did not falter as they expressed their concerns. She leaned forward and clacked a round tile in the center of their table. It looked suspiciously like a pai sho tile, in fact it looked a lot like a rare tile General Iroh preferred.

“Well, ladies-”

“We are not on that level of informality, Seaman.”

“Ugh, well, friend and Cap,” Bun Ma tapped the pai sho tile with her finger. “Dearest uncle happened to induct me into some sort of international secret society he’s been a part of for who knows how long. While no one else can write in or else I’ll be exposed for sharing the secret, everyone can keep up with whatever makes it in the bulletins from me and Uncle.

Nari said the thought going through Hifumi’s mind, “The general trusted you with this?!”

“I know right?!” Bun Ma threw her head back and cackled gleefully.

Hifumi could not begin to fathom General Iroh’s reasoning, but it worked out in their favor this time around. She picked up the lotus tile and inspected it. “How many of these do you think you can acquire before everyone is sent out to their new locations?”

Bun Mu smirked. “I’m resourceful. How many are we gonna need, Cap?

A slow, sly smile pulled at Hifumi’s lips. “Enough to give merit to our highest superior's concerns about his son gaining a political standing.”

[lizasweetling]

this is gonna be good

(also making a note that the town repairs are really going to be pricey... unnumbered streets and buildings and also the torchmen! very unfortunate)

[foundfamily-connoisseur]

It's so fun seeing ppl arguing about ships cuz some are valid and then I'm seeing ppls take on Burnt Bread and how they don't like it cuz of the age gap 💀

Like feel as you want about the ship but like beo they're both adults it isn't like it's a freshly 18 year old with some dude in his 40s

Also burntbread age gap is near identical to my parents so it's like sorry mom and dad your age gap is #problematic we gotta cancel you now or something😔

[wizard-loving-wizard]

oooh what if the mid-season break in cloudward, ho! is because they're doing a mini character creation arc at the start of the season, like the children's adventure in WBN

[purplebutwarhammer]

I was doing some thinking about Rushal not having a tongue and that led me down a rabbit hole about kissing, specifically how all of his kisses would have to be chaste in a sense.

During his ‘recruitment’ Sevatar made him kiss his boot as a thank you for cutting out his traitorous tongue and preventing him from betraying anymore secrets. Sevatar makes a joke about how it’s a shame he can’t lick up the mess of blood his excoriated mouth left behind, Rushals just grateful he can only taste the blood at the back of his throat and that at least having no tongue limits what he can be made to do.

Later on Sevatar kisses him good and proper and he realises that he can’t deepen the kiss on his own, everything moves at Sevatars pace now and his role is to follow along like some kind of well trained pet. It’s at that point he starts getting more used to ‘Raven’ over his own name, not that he can really tell anyone his name, not in a way that doesn’t make him mourn what was.

Further down the line it’s a quiet moment between him and his captain, a moment that provides the perfect opportunity for vengeance instead Rushal kisses his hand in a show of devotion and internal penance for the thought. He’s figured out a little trick where he can let his mouth linger a little and gently suck on the flesh below it to put a little more feeling behind the gesture. (occasionally he does find himself wishing he could properly taste Sevatars skin in these gentle moments)

As Sevatars migraines get worse the only thing Rushal can really do is keep him alive, it almost reminds him of how they met right down to the hand feeding and weary hesitance. He’s not quite sure he likes being in his captains shoes, if he could say he’d say it wasn’t his place, so he does something Sevatar would never have done back then. A gentle kiss is placed on his forehead right in the centre, where the worst pain seems to be radiating. Gone just as quick as it came but Sevatar finds himself soothed regardless, it doesn’t alleviate the pain even slightly but knowing his Raven won’t let this kill him helps even just a little bit

[the-sol-eater]

Y'know, there's one more factor that I thought of that I only realized after I posted my CH2-13 post that I think puts Eden above Ace in terms of who is more likely to be the culprit. And that is... Do you honestly think that Ace could come up with that overly-complicated mechanism for hanging someone? Ace. Ace Markey. Ace "didn't know that water evaporating makes things colder despite being a fucking Jockey" Markey. The thought makes me giggle.

[wackywatchdotcom]

evil confession is that i adore reaction videos and similar stuff. and like im really picky about them i dont watch too many bc like you can tell early on and often by thumbnail alone when its gonna suck or be just the person staring at the screen or just making the most uninteresting observations about things that dont matter

that SAID theres a therapist on youtube who ive watched play games and hes sooooo insightful and apparently he used to do reaction videos and like. every day i dream of the possibility that hed watch the show because i feel like w the way he stops to talk abt Why characters in things act the way they do in a really insightful way, i think this show would be a gold mine and that hed have such interesting things to say about it

[bestialitybestiary]

Stiles analyzing hours:

If he cares about you, he will die for you, he would kill himself just to keep you safe. He knows your passwords and has keys to your house. No, you didn't gave them to him. He will abandon his dreams to help you. He will get angry for you (you probably won't see that tho). He's mean. He will go to Mexico and deal with some mafia to save you.

If he doesn't care: he'll advise to let you die or help it a bit if you bother him enough