#which means... eventually

[the-birdgeoisie]

I love when people Kudos my fic, because that means I get to stalk their AO3 profile and steal their bookmarks to read later >:]

[sforzesco]

paris of troy! during those years he was a shepherd.

I was reading cartledge's book on thebes and every now and then the spartan focuses wrt to the pantheon of gods comes up. sparta has nothing to do with this except for where it does, but apollo karneios was discussed and that got my attention, which circled back to paris, and then I started thinking about the paris + apollo link

I also started thinking about narrative rejections bc paris has a funky absence in the iliad that's giving a kind of...a vibe. your parents shouldn't have had you, the story doesn't want you around, but oh boy are you there anyway, manifested into existence. no matter what, doom must manifest in flesh form. it's a narrative necessity, the actual incident (the judgement) is secondary.

The Judgement of Paris in Later Byzantine Literature, E. M. Jeffreys

weird! love it! almost (but not quite) reminds me of troilos' murder at achilles' hands lurking in the guts of the iliad. it's there, even when it's not. more importantly tho: sheep. I miss working on a farm with sheep and goats and cows and--

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[dragondawdles]

the beastie <3

[intotheelliwoods]

Someone and I will not be naming names, said Sprouts new hand looks like one of those grabber toys, and I cannot get the image out of my head now

2 Arms Left Masterpost

[cubbihue]

Vhnemdkjf purble irep! Can we see more fairy irep and anti-fairy peri?

Yup!! During their schooling, where the most amount of swaps happened, the two would end up swapping in more than just color palettes!

Sometimes Peri would get caught scheming and plotting Irep's demise (Revenge for Ruining his Science Project). Or Irep will get caught doing something very nice and wholesome for another Fairy (Helping a new student find their way around school).

Just as Anti Cosmo and Cosmo has a bit of each other's personalities mixed up, Peri and Irep has a bit of an overlap in behaviors, haha. They both love to monologue, for example. The more swaps a pair does, the more mixed they get!

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[piierogis]

they are everything to me

[blae-kitta]

Sketch page! Margaritabille au by @kerink with Bill making a caesar, Ford in the outfit I'm living in rn, a joke post I've already posted of where Ford loses a bet, and an interaction that been lodged in my frontal lobe for ages and was gonna make a proper comic for and then didn't

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[missescalientee]

Finally revealing one of my other blorbos, Niccolo Sonata! A mixed genre troll who poses as a Pop Idol up until world tour

He's a complicated bag, he's half rock half classical, his mother kind of low-key hates him, and his dad does care but is kind of paralyzed with various anxieties that comes with the fact that Niccolo is half classical (worried about his constitution and his wings) and things related to his mother (she doesn't want Niccolo to become like his dad and puts a lot of restrictions on him)

Both of his parents don't really know what to do with him, and he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He has a lot of internalized hatred towards himself and the two sides of his musical families, plus he is a secret third genre (symphonic rock) which he doesn't fully understand. He got picked on a bit in Volcano Rock City, they're a lot rougher than he's used to so he just kind of took it, which is why he looks so roughed up in one pic and the other he says they hate him in VRC

Again he's really complicated even tho he doesn't look it, if you have questions about him lmk

[lgbtlunaverse]

the wangxian + a-yuan "dads with an adopted son" thing is fine and enjoyable in fanfics honestly but I think we as a fandom are really not utilizing the idea of all of them in unconventional familial structures enough. Like, canonically it wasn't so much that wwx was a-yuan's guardian as that a-yuan was being raised collectively by the wens and wwx was adopted INTO the larger wen family. And lwj got attached to him through that. A-yuan just has these very attached weird uncles/older cousin figures that aren't related to him by blood at all but keep sticking around.

Just think of a modern AU with a lot less death where lwj does as he does in canon and keeps showering a-yuan in gifts as much as he can and when wwx is like "aiyah lan zhan you're gonna spoil him. Not everyone is as rich as you! What's his family supposed to say if they can't buy him all the stuff you do?" lwj just goes "Hm". And from then on out every year once a-yuan's birthday is near the extended Wen family members (well. the ones that are invited that is. No one wants wen chao at a birthday party) wakes up to a wechat payment from lwj.

Random wen cousin number 6 texts granny like

cousin 6: i just got 400 yuan????

granny: oh that's just wangji

cousin 6: i've never met this guy in my life???

granny: he wants you to buy a-yuan a nice birthday present!

cousin 6: how does he know my bank account???

[bixels]

Be honest, what are your thoughts on appledash? Do you hate it or its more of not a big deal

Not a big deal to me. I like it, I see all the appeals, I just personally like Rarijack more.

[otaku553]

More doodles for the one piece spy x family crossover

[varpusvaras]

It was eery, now, to look upon the Jedi Temple.

The Temple continued to stand still, like it was suspended in time, and if Bail let himself dream, sometimes, he could almost make himself believe that nothing had changed at all.

It was just a dream, of course. The Temple was never empty, with soldiers and all the new Imperial Officers trying to get inside its secrets on the behest of their new Emperor. Bail found it sickening.

Still, he forced himself to look.

Sateen had stopped asking if his intel was correct, by this point. They could all see it, how the Guard had gathered outside the Temple, ready and awaiting orders.

Sateen lowered his binoculars.

"No sign of Master Nu, yet", he said. His tone was grim. "Fox is leading the troopers."

Bail tried not to feel sick once more.

"Does he seem alright?" He asked. He didn't know if he had the strength to look, himself. He had not spoken to Fox since the order had been given, and had barely even seen him. At first, it had been by Bail's own choice. He had been too confused and too angry to face Fox after all that had happened, not trusting himself to be able to handle being told that everything had been a lie.

Now, it just hurt to look at him, to know that it had all been true, and Fox and his brothers were made to betray themselves, without having any choice in the matter.

It hurt to look at him and know how badly Bail and everybody else had failed them.

"As far as I can tell", Sateen answered. "No visible injuries. He's on the left."

Bail didn't need binoculars to see him when he finally turned to look. They were close to the Temple, in order to be ready to move if needed. Perhaps way too close, close enough to be discovered and found out. Bail knew that he was risking entirely too much.

He could not stand down, though. Even the thought of doing so made him sickened of himself. The Jedi had been betrayed by the Galaxy once already. Bail was not about to let it stand.

He couldn't betray Fox again, either. It did hurt to look at him, yes, but all the love was still there, and Bail wanted nothing more than to just walk up to him and take him with him, away from Coruscant, back home to Alderaan, where he really belonged.

Back home, where he could finally start to heal from all of this.

Then the explosion happened.

Suddenly the air was full of dust and smoke, and Bail could barely even see the bright red of Fox's armor in the mids of it. The air cleared just in time for him to see the glow of a lightsaber and the flashes of blaster bolts being shot, as Master Nu made her way out of the Temple.

So did Vader, right behind her.

Bail didn't know if he was ever going to be able to look at him without the feeling of dread. He would have to, he knew, but it would more than likely prove to be extremely difficult.

Vader raised his lightsaber, ready to battle Master Nu once more, when the was forced to deflect a rain of bolts shot at him. This gave Master Nu an opportunity to make some headway, and she dashed towards the Temple wall.

"What are they doing?" Sateen hissed. "They're shooting at their own."

Bail wanted to snap at that. Vader was not their own. He certainly was not someone whose side Fox was on, truly. He stayed quiet, though, as his eyes found Fox again.

It was impossible not to see him. Not with Vader now standing right in front of him.

There was something else that Bail felt as he watched them, other than simple dread.

It was fear.

Fox was the Commander. Whatever mistakes there were, Fox would be held accountable for them.

Bail had no idea what the consequences for those mistakes would be.

He found out before even having properly finished the thought.

Vader lifted his hand. Fox's head snapped to the side, too fast, too violently for the movement to be natural. His body went lax, his arms dropping down to his sides, and then he fell onto the ground.

Unmoving.

Lifeless.

Bail's heart stopped.

"No." He didn't feel himself speak. "No!"

He was moving before he realised it, and the only reason he realised it was because there were hands pulling him back.

"You can't!" Sateen was speaking to him. "Vader is still right there!"

Bail didn't see Vader anymore. He didn't see anything what was happening.

The only thing he saw was Fox, still laying on the ground, still unmoving.

Still lifeless.

Bail felt sick.

He couldn't look away.

Then, the hands holding him back suddenly let go, and Bail was running.

Fox was still laying there, unmoving and lifeless as Bail got to him.

"Fox." He did not react to Bail calling him. "Fox!"

Nothing. Bail wanted to grab him, to do something, to make sure that he was alright, he wanted to shake him and hold him at the same time, and-

Fox wasn't breathing.

Bail had learned a long time ago how to look at someone with an armor on, how to see even the smallest things in how they moved beneath it, and right now, he couldn't see anything.

Fox wasn't breathing.

Fox wasn't breathing.

"Don't!" There were hands on him again, pulling Bail's hands back from Fox. Sateen was next to him, on the ground, his face still grim. "Don't move him. We need to stabilize his head and neck first."

Bail tried to understand what he was talking about, but he couldn't concentrate on them. Fox wasn't breathing. Bail needed to-

He needed to do something.

Fox wasn't breathing.

Bail wasn't sure if he was breathing, either.

"Bail!" There was a stinging feeling on his face all of a sudden, and Bail turned to look into Sateen's furious eyes. "Focus! You need to focus, or he will die!"

Bail's thoughts rushed back to him at that point.

Fox wasn't breathing. He had seen the way his neck had snapped. That was the biggest injury. Serious neck injury would most likely mean that they had a spinal injury on their hands.

Bail was not a medic, but he knew enough.

Enought to know what that meant.

"Pulse?" He asked. "Does he have a pulse?"

Sateen had ordered him to focus so Fox wouldn't die. That had to mean that Fox wasn't dead yet.

That he was still alive.

"Yes", Sateen said. "Weak, but it's there. We need to stabilize his neck and then get the armor plate off. Can you do that?"

It was a stupid question. Of course Bail knew how to do that.

There were more people around them, then.

"Senator Organa." Bail tore his eyes away from Fox to look at another clone, kneeling down on the other side of Fox. "I'm gonna have to ask you to move away."

The fear was back.

If Bail moved, it meant that he would be leaving Fox. If he left Fox, he couldn't help him. If he couldn't help him, Fox would die.

He didn't know what refusing the order would mean to him, but that wasn't what Bail was afraid of in the slightest.

"No", he said.

He was expecting the other clone to pull out his blaster, like what had happened once before, but the clone did not reach for his weapon. Instead, he simply reached for Fox's head and grabbed it, firm, his hands steady.

"Remove the chestplate and begin compressions", he ordered, in the calm, assertive way that Bail recognised as the way medics spoke, and he briefly wondered who was under the armor, if it was Index or Bullet or Saw, or even young Pinch, the chip stripping their personality away from them, leaving only the detatched soldier behind.

He didn't wonder for long. Instead, he got to work.

It was almost bittersweet, the way removing the armor came like a second nature to him. This time, Bail did not bother to carefully place the piece down. As soon as it was off, he just tossed it aside and put his hands on Fox's chest.

Bail was not a medic, but he knew enough.

He pushed down. Fox was still just as unmoving and lifeless under his hands.

He pushed down. It felt like he was laying his hands on something much frailer than Fox ever was. Bail hated that feeling.

He pushed down. Fox's body gave in underneath him, and for a short, horrifying moment, Bail could only think about how much he was hurting him.

He couldn't stop, though. That would mean something much worse.

He pushed down, again and again and again and again. Bail's world narrowed down to simply moving his arms. He pushed down, again and again and again and again.

His arms were starting to burn. Bail ignored it. He was strong enough to do this. He would have to be. He would not leave Fox ever again.

He pushed down, again and again and again and again.

Bail didn't know if it was enough.

He still did it.

Then, in a blink of an eye, they were surrounded.

Before Bail could realise it, he was pulled back and pushed away as people rushed between them, and his heart stopped once again.

"Bail, stop." Sateen was holding him by the shoulders. "We need to move him before Vader or anyone else comes back."

That was the moment when Bail remembered where they still were. He looked at the people between him and Fox, and felt a rush of relief when he recognised the colors of the Royal Guard.

There were not other clones, all of the troopers having left. Vader and Master Nu were nowhere to be seen, either. Had they received new orders, ones that didn't include seeing if their Commander was still alive, orders that had meant that he was to be left dying there on his own?

Bail swallowed tightly. He felt weak, all of a sudden, but couldn't collapse onto the feeling yet, as suddenly everyone was moving again, and Sateen moved to pull him up from the ground.

"Let's go."

Bail didn't need to be told twice. He got his legs underneat him and pushed himself to his full height.

It was easy to see over the Guards while he was standing, and to look at Fox in the middle of them. They had managed to lift him up to the emergency medical gurney they kept in their ships, the portable compressor attached to his chest continuing to push and pull, forcing the lungs and the heart to work, as much as was possible.

Bail didn't know if it was enough. He wanted to reach over, to get his hands back onto Fox, to make sure that his heart was still beating, to feel it himself.

No one waited for him to do so, and so, he could only follow as they rushed him away.

Bail felt unreal. Untethered. Fox was right in front of him but he could be just as gone anyway. He had no way of truly knowing. He could only put one foot in front of another.

His guards had landed their ship right around the corner from the Temple. Way too close, but entirely too far already. Everything was too far at the moment.

Bail followed, still not real, his guards as they pushed Fox onto the ship and to the small medical bay they had. They closed in around Fox again, all of them moving too quickly for Bail to decipher what was going on.

He needed to-

Bail didn't know what he even needed to do, anymore, other than to be there. He pushed his way through, once there was even the slightest of an opening.

Fox didn't have his helmet on anymore.

Bail had not realised that it had been removed already. He couldn't see it anymore, and with how fast everything had moved, he could deduce that it had most likely been simply cut off of his head. There was an actual brace around Fox's neck now, and half of his face was covered by a ventilation mask, one that Bail knew covered up the fact that Fox had probably already had the tube pushed down his throat to keep him breathing.

He was breathing.

Fox was breathing.

He also had his eyes open. Bail didn't know if they had been open the entire time, and he had not just been able to see it because of the helmet.

They were open now, nevertheless. Only slightly, and they looked unfocused from what Bail could see of them, but they were still open, and when Bail moved in next to him, they moved towards him, ever so slightly.

Fox wasn't moving, otherwise, but he was breathing and his eyes were open, and he was looking at Bail.

Bail reached for his hand. It was warm, and his pulse was a jumping live wire under Bail's fingers.

That was when Bail noticed the other clone standing on the other side of Fox.

He still had his helmet on, the dark visor giving no expression for Bail to read. He wasn't looking at Bail, though, that much he could still tell.

He was looking at Fox.

Suddenly Bail was afraid again.

Vader had meant to kill Fox. Fox was supposed to be dead. Yet, he wasn't, and that was something that went against what Vader had wanted.

What would happen, if someone knew?

Bail held onto Fox's hand, desperate.

"Please." There was nothing else he could ask.

The clone looked up at him. Bail still didn't know who it was, under the armor, but he could still hope that whoever it was, they were still there.

They had been there, still, enough to not leave Fox when everyone else had.

That had to mean something.

"Please."

The clone looked at him. Then he looked back down at Fox, and even though Bail couldn't see their expression, he could still see some sort of resolve settle in on him.

"CC-1010, time of death seventeen-zero-eight", the clone said. "The report will be filed during the following week."

He turned around then and started walking out of the medbay. He did stop, once more, just as he was about to step through the door.

"Have a pleasant journey home, Senator Organa", he said. Then, without waiting for a single word out of Bail, he was gone, the door closing behind him.

Bail stared at the door for a moment, before he could finally start to breathe again.

That was when his legs started to finally falter, and he hurried to sit down before they could give out from beneath him. Bail leaned his head to his free hand, trying his best to get his breathing to calm down and his heartbeat to slow, but neither seemed to be working.

Fox's pulse was still hammering underneath his grip. Bail gulped down a mouthful of air, and turned back towards him.

Fox was still looking at him, his eyes barely open and hazy, but he was there, looking at Bail. His chest kept rising as the machine continued to push air into his lungs for him, despite the fact that the rest of his body was still just laying there, motionless.

There were tears running down his face.

Bail wasn't sure if he had been crying this whole time.

"Fox." He barely got his voice to carry. "My love. You'll be alright. I promise."

Something fell onto Bail's lap, softly, quietly, like a single raindrop falling from the sky.

Bail realised, just a little belatedly, that it was just his own tears.

Bail wasn't sure if he had been crying this whole time.

It didn't matter.

Fox was still alive, and Bail held onto him for all that he had.

[coatl-cuddles]

" WIP DELETE LATER 🤪🤪🤪" ok who gaf?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hello again! I'm not sure if you answered this previously, but will you ever consider making physical books for "Poorly Drawn MDZS" because I would whip out my wallet SO FAST--

It's something that I've been thinking about While the answer has been strong 'maybe', there *is* a future where there will be some kind of physical version of my art - be it in stickers, a zine, prints, charms, or otherwise.

Personally, if PD-MDZS the comic was to be released physically, I would want to throw in some exclusive bonus comics/goodies to go with it! Please stay tuned!