#well they're implied anyway...

[purpleleavesday]

Been wanting to draw this since uhh. June or so. Finally have the ability to make something kinda like what I was thinking :3

[meggalice]

Had to sketch out the closing moments from Chapter 13. Wow that really is an unlucky number, hey Dee? I have been obsessed with @remedyturtles' fic Fire Fight. Seriously if you haven't already go give it a read. They are absolutely killing it and the last chapter has left me in pieces, said pieces are still on the edge of my seat though.

[anpiels]

here's my piece for the aa spring swap! i created for @aliceaktorka, who requested something sweet with Maria and Gina as a ship and mentioned being fond of hurt/comfort. I'm very happy with this, so I hope you enjoy it, too :]

A short drabble I wrote inspired by this piece under the read more.

It wasn't unlike how Iris had told her Wagahai preferred to show affection, Gina reasoned: being able to feel at peace enough with someone to let your guard down completely, so that you may fully revel in their presence. Of course, the proper way to express that feeling in words was beyond her (and, evidently, Maria herself), but even though her vocabulary couldn't explain what wasn't a sentiment she'd ever truly felt before, she knew that it was a very warm, fuzzy feeling, if nothing else.

That said, it really wasn't so complicated; though both Inspector Lestrade and Doctor Gorey had scarce experience with such emotions (due to either emotional or physical isolation respectively), they both recognized the other's presence as something their heart reached out for. They were both desperate to achieve the sensation of placing all of their faith in another once again, although this time, it was not only to rely on the other— but to be relied on in the same way.

What they both longed for, unwittingly or otherwise, was something they found in each other: a strong bond of mutual trust.

As the dawning sun broke through the twilight, Gina watched blearily through the usually-drawn-shut curtains of the coroner office's window. Somewhere in that hazy level of consciousness between sleep and wake, only one thought occurred to her: the room itself felt much more comfortable than it ever had before.

How strangely tangible it was, the joint serenity of a blossoming love.

[qoldenskies]

i feel like out of everyone april would be the worst with self-deprecating humor. the boys have self-esteem issues but they're literally all the types to play up confidence or double down instead of addressing them (raph the least, but he can be pretty stubborn at times), but april's momentum only takes her so far and she is pretty willing to admit defeat if her usual methods dont work. the speed at which she falls back into the idea that she cant do anything right,,, there's probably a point where she jokes about it before it even happens to prepare herself for disappointment, right?

[edenfire]

✨️🌟have you come to redeem yourself?🌟✨️

decided to finish this nun goro design bc I had this vision in my head💘💘💞 i might be making this into a print, so lemme know whether you prefer with the border or without🤔✨️

also if you'd like to see the background on its own, lemme know and I'll post that too🥰💗💞

(I may or may not be working on a mini print to go along with this👀)

[momentomori24]

For a character that has virtually said nothing (impressive feat considering Mark Berskii exists) and has been dead since the start, Cara is so SO intriguing to me. Her complete lack of humanity in the midst of a cast brimming with it stands out in such a fucked up way.

Take her appearance, for example. Outside of the fact that she's much paler than the group, her having redish hair feels so intentional. It physically ties her to two characters: Diana and Wolfgang's mum. By extension, that ties her to Wolfgang and Eva as well. I don't believe that she's directly tied to them, or anyone in our group really (which I think is the point). However, the links that can be tied-- that we as the audience are encouraged to tie-- still exist.

We are introduced to her as a murder victim, a girl who was brutally ambushed and stabbed to death by who is assumed to be a man. That serves as a parallel by what is implied to have happened to Wolfgang's mum; a woman who was murdered by her husband. Coupled with their vague resemblance, it explains why Wolfgang was so emotional during the trial. He's a lawyer, and it's both his job and moral code to have empathy for everyone, but it seems obvious that there was a lot of projection on his part related to this specific case. He doesn't just see a person, he sees a blameless woman, an innocent girl undeserving of her fate. A victim who had to have been sadistically murdered by a man, and "self-defence" was never on the table. He clearly cared about the case-- he cared THE MOST about the case. He was the only one to actually acknowledge that it's based on a real murder case, that the victim was a real person, and treat it with that same amount of appropriate care. But that care is rooted in his strong sense of justice for victims as a lawyer, in his own issues and warped view on gender due to his parents-- it's not entirely for her because he never actually KNEW her.

And we see her again in the execution. Quite literally like a puppet on strings, she mechanically reaches out towards Eva and offers her a hand. In my eyes, this is 100% a parallel to Diana. There's the obvious of a vaguely red haired girl being the only one to offer her support during her lowest moments, but the way Cara reaches to pull Eva up only for her to fall to her death is comparable to the way Diana reaches to pull Wolfgang up only for him to still get electrocuted to death. Here she is again, playing a different role, open to the interpretation of others. Here she is, twisting the knife about Eva's feelings about Diana. She looms over her, standing tall where Eva was at her lowest in every sense of the word. She's a girl offering help, but not out of the goodness of her heart, and the strings puppeteering her every movement emphasise that reality. Where Eva had rejected her advances before, in her desperation she actually reaches back for her, and the act of allowing herself to trust that kindness is what has her plummeting to her doom the way she was always of, the arm giving and tearing at the farce of it all.

Take her talent, for example. She's the Ultimate Teacher's Aide. By her very nature, she exists for the service of others. Uplifting others rather than uplifting herself. She's the Ultimate Teacher's Aide, and she fulfils that role by being Tozu's literal puppet in the killing game, her servitude entirely at his disposal and her autonomy nonexistant.

Take her motif, for example. She's the only character without an animal motif. Her motif, ironically enough, is a human. Two humans, in fact. And I think that's significant cuz we never actually learn anything about Cara herself when she appears. Her existence is always symbolically tied to someone else on appearance alone (Wolfgang's mum or Diana). Her motif is a human because it's the closest thing to what she looks like, but just like the Tree of Ignorance being a hollow imitation of the Tree of Wisdom, she's anything but. What do we know about her, really? What was she like? Was she a cheerful soul or a gloomy one? Was she aggressive or pacifistic? Was she someone who had confidence or none at all? Was she a perfect victim or a failed yet complicit perpetrator? The sad thing about that question is that it really doesn't matter. Her murder case is only proof of her existence that exists; history has taken this girl and reduced her to nothing else and it doesn't matter. In a group of individuals she's exists solely as a blank slate, a passive party, an entity they can project on. She's a girl. She's a victim. She's a doll. She's a reason. But make no mistake-- she was never meant to be a person.

(Cerise's made a great art piece on this idea go check it out!)

[headphonemouse]

redraw (light mode users try clicking it! dark mode users there's a solid version below)

My favorite tags from @borealiszero that gave me the strength to finish this

[perhapsapremise]

you know one b5 headcanon I made up based on just straight up misremembering a couple of episodes was that marcus and lennier don't really like each other. like just find each another irritating. and upon rewatch I'm realizing there's no actual textual basis for this like at all

but I do really like the idea I made up!! and in my defence its not really explicitly contradicted in the show. so I could just keep pretending that that's what was going on with them

[bitchfitch]

I've started playing Potion Permit, and so far it's one of my favorite games I've messed around with, but the most big brained move the devs made was giving you a dog on day 1, and then making that dog able to track NPCs and lead you directly to them no matter where they are in the town.

[cementcornfield]

👀

[skitskatdacat63]

This is a special genre of f1 picture(to ME.)

[marietheran]

...So! There are at least two people on tumblr who hate me with absolute loathing 🙃

[cursed-spirit-manipulation]

jjk is about a lot of things but most of all with regard to Shoko Satoru and Suguru it's about how if you don't interact with people who aren't in your weird fucked up school with like 10 ppl total on a regular basis you WILL become an incredibly interesting adult in a way that makes people pity you

[the-narwhals-awaken]

Bloody Hearts Bingo: Supplement 1

The end of the War had helped decrease the stress Chad was under, but it was impossible to rid himself of it. The various familial crises that had struck had simultaneously had him on edge and aching at old wounds being agitated- he had no living family left, none to misapply care like Kurosaki-sensei or viciously ruin relationships with like Ishida-sensei or even to argue over the matters of inheritance like Inoue-san had attempted to do only a few days prior.

The starting of a new term hadn't helped- Kisuke was an excellent but demanding teacher, and the rearrangement of teaching staff meant a period of acclimation while the teachers got used to the class and the vagaries of Karakura and the students figured out how much they could push before getting smacked back down. All of that together meant that Chad was fried, and even the press of his beloveds couldn't soothe the static that filled his skull.

Kisuke had noticed- of course he did, he saw almost all that happened with them and cared little to pretend that he didn't now that they were properly his- and led Chad down to his lab. Instead of binding him to his table, though, or giving him some task to deal with, he'd gently led him to the data analytics corner and pointed to the space under the desk.

There was a thin cushion there, and Chad knelt easily- already, his mind was fuzzing out, coherent thought fading like mist in sunlight. Kisuke took his seat, settling in for what looked to be several hours of crunching numbers and making sure that everything aligned properly, and settled in to block out the opening.

Chad simply knelt there for a few minutes, then slowly leaned his head forwards and down, eventually resting it on Kisuke's thigh. One hand slipped down to pat his head for a bit, and he let himself relax and stop worrying. There was no threat to defend his beloveds from, no implicit expectations or demands to meet, no force to refuse to budge for. All he had to do was sit there and let Kisuke occasionally tug at his hair, murmuring quiet snippets of praise that slid through his head like milk through a sieve.

He considered leaning forwards again for a moment- offering more- but decided against it. This was not a time for him to take initiative- if Kisuke wanted him, he'd ask or make him, but if all he wanted was this then Chad was more than fine with it. This was good- belonging without needing to be.

A thought drifted through his head- a memory, from when they'd been fighting mostly alongside the Thirteenth instead of whoever managed to survive them and/or whoever was being punished at the time. Rukia had been watching them, keen eyes picking up on nuances most others didn't manage- whether because they had no idea what to look for or because they didn't care to look.

She'd asked- bluntly as she always did- if they were intending to end up as Urahara's pets after all this was over, and if they weren't, would they care to explain what the hell they were doing. Orihime had intervened, deflecting suspicion- after all, he was the local support and more accessible than anyone else, but the thought had lingered. And Chad had decided that being a pet was hardly a bad thing when it was like this- he might have been concerned about it, before they'd gotten close, but a bit of independence was hardly a harsh price to pay when it came to the safety and rest that he had now.

[bmpmp3]

oh god genbu and aiko are going to be locked in some kind of purgatory dimension forever

[to-the-batcomputer]

how i feel about shipping brudick is always switching from one extreme to the other. like one moment i'm thinking about it and i'm like Yes this makes sense this is beautiful and true. the next i'm like oh god i am going to hell for even considering this