#wow... both tags on one post...

[bedforddanes75]

im not american but some of you guys are just fucking stupid ong what do you MEAN youre not gna vote because you disagree with like one part of what youre voting for. like okay me when im fucking thick

[alimicart]

I have NO IDEA where this idea came from but take it I guess…

*throws it at you and runs away*

[nottodayupstarts]

Azula in Fandom

I really did love Azula. She's one of the most fascinating characters in ATLA: brilliant, terrifying, powerful, tragic, and deeply flawed. I loved that the show let her be complicated without ever pretending she wasn’t dangerous.

And I still love her, but honestly, some parts of the fandom have made it harder. Watching people erase her harm, excuse everything she did, or attack others for acknowledging her complexity doesn’t make her look better, it just makes real conversations about her impossible. Azula was compelling because she was broken, cruel, vulnerable, and human all at once.

Flattening her into a untouchable girlboss or a misunderstood victim that just wanted the best doesn't honor that story, it kinda cheapens it.

I’m still rooting for her character, and I always will be. But if I'm honest, it feels like my love for her has faded a little, not because of who she is, but because of how some of her fans behave (NOT ALL FANS, by no means all fans, but a loud enough *few* who excuse abuse, downplay harm, and treat disagreements about her online like I just killed their puppy in front of their eyes).

It's just kinda sad seeing something I cared about get twisted into something uglier  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[dwellsinthebog]

he better not be throwing that old man around

[demodoggonetired]

It's a quiet night in with just the two of them - Wayne having already left for work. A gentle drizzle has settled over the trailer park.

Eddie's hunched over at his desk with the old table lamp on, painting his latest miniature for the upcoming campaign. Steve's perched on the bed right near him, using that same lamp light to read one of Wayne's magazines. A tape randomly picked from their collection plays in the background.

There's a quiet 'clink' as Eddie rinses his brush in the paint-water cup (newly labeled after one to many mix-ups). The brush is dried then slotted into the cracked mug holding the rest of his painting tool hoard.

He pauses to stretch out his back from its scrunched position, scars giving a minor twinge at the action. Then reaches for his small, detailing brush.

Only, it's not where he put it last.

It's not on the pallet. Didn't slip under the paper towel. Sitting in the paintbrush mug? Nope. Roll onto the floor? No dice. (Well actually, many dice. Including the d8 he lost last week, he should remember to grab that later (he won't)).

It's as he's pulling his head back out from under the desk that he notices it.

The subtle, upturned pinch at the corner of Steve's mouth.

Like he's fighting not to smile. Trying to act like he hasn't noticed Eddie's obvious searching.

"Steve?"

"Mhm?" The thief doesn't even deign to look up from the magazine.

"Have you seen my small detail brush? Bright red handle?”

"Nope."

Right, of course. Because the hand Steve wasn't using to hold his magazine just happened to be tucked behind his back, out of sight.

Clearly this called for drastic measures.

Without giving the other a chance to react, Eddie lurches forward to push his boyfriend back onto the bed, simultaneously planting himself atop Steve's legs.

"You sure about that one, loverboy?"

Steve crinkles his nose with a slight blush at the pet name. Then reaches up with the hand that previously held the magazine (that has now ended up in the abyss of the floor, sorry Wayne).

Eddie stills, curious to see how Steve will defend himself, as the hand continues up... and plucks the missing paintbrush from behind Eddie's ear. Where Eddie had earlier, unthinkingly stashed it.

Steve's face breaks out into a grin at Eddie's affronted noise.

"What do you have to say for yourself now, Eds? Accusing your boyfriend of such a heinous crime?"

Eddie hums, rolling the now reclaimed brush in his fingers, staring down at the boy beneath him. His sure-fire grin. Eyes crinkled in mirth. How the soft lamp light and dappled moonlight played across his features.

He leans down, hovering over the other.

"I say that I'd forgive you anyway. How could I not, with such a pretty face like that."

They meet in a gentle kiss. No rush as they simply enjoy the other's company. Warm in the knowledge there's nowhere else they need to be tonight. The tape clicks as it finishes and the rain becomes their only background noise. They seperate.

"Mmgood. Cause I did steal your paint tube."

[rorydrawsandwrites]

FANFIC TIIIME

I've only read a few sentences yet and I'm already hyped!! Rambling in the tags below (part 1)

[0vergrowngraveyard]

this is a very hurt/no comfort fic. tws for child death, blood, grief, aftermath of a murder

this is part 2 of a collaboration with @myymi. please read part one first!! thank you!!

“I love you!”

Sonic uncurled from his spindash, his stance wide and unbalanced as he panted heavily. Wild, green eyes looked at nothing in particular as panic shook his frame.

A short laugh that would’ve sounded crazed to anyone else escaped him. They really got him this time, didn’t they? Tricked him real good. To think that he thought this whole nightmare was finally over. That it was that fucking easy. Next time he sees Infinite— which would probably be in a few minutes, maybe even a few hours depending on how long the jackal wants him to sit with the fake corpse of his little brother— he should congratulate him for upgrading that stupid ruby of his considering how horrifyingly realistic this round was.

He should also punch Infinite in the face, and finally wipe that stupid grin off of Eggman’s too while he’s at it, for giving him false hope for so long. Making him think that the war was over, that everything was okay again and his friends were alive and safe. That his brother was alive and safe. They let him get comfortable, let him learn to trust that everything was real, gave him his life and freedom back, then pulled the rug out from beneath him and made him look like an idiot.

Though, maybe he already was an idiot for daring to believe in his future in the first place.

He stood up straighter as the adrenaline slowly trickled out of him with a sharp huff. Soon he’d be sitting back in that cramped cell as the doctor and his newest lackey towered over him, laughing at his despair. He’d be starved and tortured for both their own enjoyment and to further the progression of the Eggman Empire. He’d spend his days wondering if his friends were okay. If they were alive and kicking, or if they’d been killed. Just more casualties in a war that was sure to have thousands of them.

A small cough dragged his attention to the illusion on the floor. It was still “alive”, still looking up at him with blue eyes that looked far too real. Blood pooled around him that flowed out of the gash in his chest and arm, and it was in looking closer at that wound that made dread begin to seep in.

Normally whenever Sonic injured an illusion, they didn’t bleed. Not without a flood of red pixels accompanying it, at least. The illusions of his friends didn’t have any blood, it was a cosmetic choice from Infinite to mess with the hedgehog. To stain his gloves red with the remains of those he was closest to only for it to wash away with the rest of whatever scene had just played out.

There were no red pixels in this blood, and the red substance itself looked…real. Way too real. His eyes widened as he looked at his little brother in horror.

No.

“Big bro…?” A weak voice calls out, followed by another cough.

No, no, no, no—

“Tails…?” Sonic answered him, heart stopping in his chest when the kit’s eyes closed and his head goes limp.

“Tails,” He repeated, a lump closing off his throat as a brand new panic coursed through him. Sonic placed himself in front of Tails in a flash, eyes tearing up as he struggled to even see straight, blood soaking into his socks and staining both them and the fur on his knees crimson, “B-bud? Tails? H-hey, look at me keed. I’m- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…didn’t

mean…”

His brain felt like it was moving at a million miles per hour and shutting down at the same time. It felt heavy, his whole body felt heavy. It felt heavy and empty and as cold as the paw he held in his own. But it wasn’t cold because it wasn’t real, not this time.

Sonic’s breath hitched painfully and tears welled up in his eyes as the reality of the situation finally barreled into him hard enough to rival one of the kit’s hugs.

Hugs he would never experience again. Because Tails was gone.

He was dead.

…Sonic had killed him.

His baby brother was gone because of him, “Lit-little b-buddy?” Sonic mumbling, choking on all the emotions swelling within him. The utter despair, the rage, the desperation for this to be a stupid illusion— for once, he wanted his reality to be fake, to be a cruel joke crafted by someone who had nothing better to do than torture him— all of it strangled him as tears began to pour down his cheeks.

He hugged the small fox, pulling his limp body as close as he possibly could, mumbling incoherently, “I’m sorry…Tails— I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I didn’t— I didn’t mean to…”

A pathetic whimper escaped him as he buried his face in the crook of Tails’s neck, his quills stiffening at the unnatural weight that rested on his own shoulder. He clutched at his soft, yellow fur as he kept him close, kept him from leaving if only for a few moments. As if keeping him in his arms would do anything to fix this.

Nothing would fix this.

A scream of pure anguish ripped out of his throat, tearing at his vocal cords as it clawed its way from deep within him as a fresh wave of tears spilled over. Six long months of suffering all released in one single moment. He bundled the fox kit up in his lap, littering his forehead with light kisses as he slowly rocked him back and forth like he would during a thunderstorm or nightmare.

Because that’s all this was, right? It was just one huge nightmare. He was going to wake up soon and when he did, he’d rush to Tails’s room and crush him in a hug. He was going to apologize for something the kit knew nothing about. He was going to spend time with him and make sure not to take him for granted ever again and work on bettering himself so this stupid, stupid mistake never comes to pass.

(Though, could it even be considered a mistake? He had struck on purpose, after all.)

It had to be a nightmare, because somewhere deep in his mind that was slowly numbing, he could hear Eggman and Infinite towering over him, laughing at his misery.

[kalashtars]

oh god they made chaos in hades ii so fucking hot oh my god oh my g

[skitskatdacat63]

Yes these have all already been posted, but 2023 Vettonso comp post for me because I'm going to have an emotional breakdown

[blackbatofel]

SuperBat but they're 2 complete strangers stuck sitting next to each other on a 16-hour long flight ✈️

This is a really fun idea! I imagine it would go similarly to what we see in Superman/Batman annual 1, which is, of course, the precious annual that gave us the wonderful "there's only one bed" situation.

But back to why I think it would be similar. The thing is, if they're forced to share space for so long while they're still strangers, I'm sure they wouldn't stand each other in the beginning. In this annual they only share a room (and a bed he he) for a few hours because of a booking mistake, but that's enough to have Brucie Wayne and Clark Kent throwing pointed comments at each other and bantering like they're the worst of rivals (and they don't even know they're Batman and Superman yet!!)

So yeah, those first hours of the flight would be... interesting, to say the least. But of course, they would eventually come to (reluctantly) enjoy each other's company. I believe that in the course of those 16 hours they would end up showing more of who they truly are and, well, things would go from there. By the end of the flight Bruce would for sure find himself infatuated with the smart and stronger than it seems reporter from Kansas who refuses to take any of Brucie's shit, and Clark would realize that this rich boy from Gotham isn't as bad as he tries to appear.

After all, the annual ends like this, so I don't see a 16-hour long flight ending any different:

[into-the-milgramverse]

Last unserious Kotoko post

On one hand I feel like she potentially wouldn't, either because of the character himself (not sure how to phrase it but something something Bruce being rich and therefore potentially could do more to impact Gotham than his vigilante justice ever could), or because she'd possibly see reading comics and/or watching movies as waste of time when there's more important things to focus on

But

On other hand, I feel like she might like Batman because, again, his character (something something how he takes matter into his own hands to protect people of Gotham), and also cause I feel like he overall fits what she'd potentially like (she watches Batman 2022 and ends up making it her whole personality for a while. Barely anything changes (at first) but she has black messy eyeliner now.)

[literally-spiderman-irl]

Jessica Jones and Book of Bill!!

[jichanxo]

sooooo... *twirls her hair* how many asks should i send until kuwagami art. jk as well. the real question will be: does it happen often that someone else’s art inspires you? in fandom spaces specifically

well you see it’s like a loyalty card program, every 10 asks or so you get a complimentary kuwagami

just kidding you can just breathe in my direction and I’ll be tempted to draw them. kuwagami blast! (you've caught me on a... just okay art day lol)

(people still like kabedons, right?)

anyway for my actual answer: in terms of direct inspiration, it doesn't really happen much? the last two times i did art directly based on someone else's work is probably this one from this fic, and also that time i drew art of someone else's judgment au. oh! and there's that moriohpsycho art based on this comic! (filthyguts' work is so very. hgngngghh. very good.) nothing else really comes to mind, and when i think of the other things i've been into recently there hasn't been as much opportunity for that to happen...

flex and herds = strong fixation but lmao. almost nobody else made stuff about them. nobody is surprised umineko = surprisingly i don't read much umineko fanfiction? and in terms of illustration, i certainly picked up imagery and indirect inspiration but nothing concrete enough for me to give an example... now that i think about it, i did once draw andromalius from redaction/sunny, but that was years ago, and also mostly because i was acquainted with the writer. ...i don't have that artwork on hand right now death note = didn't really get involved with the fandom + i enjoyed my own ideas well enough! ...i can't recall if i drew long-hair-L art before or after seeing other artists do it. and as for everything else the same kind of reasoning applies. didn't really get involved with the fandom or wasn't really compelled to make art in response to stuff i saw, or i just don't remember anymore.

buuuuuuut if we're opening this up to just... pulling ideas from other people? then yeah, all the time, though that kind of goes without saying when you have a creative hobby. ...it's probably going to be hard to come up with examples of this since it's more ambiguous.

there's uhhhhhh... kuwana listens to nickelback which was a @/four-white-trees invention, wasn't it? (EDIT: and @/overdevelopedglasses!) (not tagging in this post so he doesn't feel obligated to read my big ass ask responses 💀) as of writing this, it's not posted but i did end up making kuwagami art based on a nickelback song so. yknow. there's that LMAO

for sawashiro and arakawa, i do sometimes go reference @/todayisafridaynight 's art to help me with my own. ("how did he draw this part of the suit? oh, like that huh? hmm" <- this kind of thing)

and um. i'm not trying to pander to you (at least not this time), but genuinely it's one of the few examples that come to mind at this moment. but when i was writing my first kuwagami fic, i could feel the influence of the ever-changing on my brain... was turning over some of your ideas there...

you remember this? (you even pointed it out in your comment on my fic, and i should've said something then, but whatever i'm saying it now)

that was absolutely because of this

(obligatory poke at anybody else reading this post that you can read passthroughtime's fic here.)

so, um. yeah. not really sure what else to add to that. pretty self evident i think. (i'm always talking about the ever-changing but i don't think i can overstate the impression it left on me at the time)

anyhow there aren't really any other examples off the top of my head! these are all recent examples so they're not so difficult to recall, but there are probably others i've forgotten...

[satyricplotter]

need dick seething underneath his perfect smile jealous ready to physically heavily injure a random guy that hits on and asks out birdwatcher!mc. but like why would he haha. hes not like jealous or anything he just thinks, as your friend you could do better. and hes doing his god given duty, as your close friend to look out for you.

(meanwhile birdwatcher!mc: this is like the first time anyones ask me out should i justl take what i can get to distance myself)

the moment he sees the slightest flicker of consideration on birdwatcher!mc's face he starts crashing out certified dick grayson style

the response from both of them can wildly vary depending on where in their relationship they are, i think because something like this (someone hitting on birdwatcher mc) kinda happens in the fic but what transpires afterwards doesn't have anything to do with jealousy since it's pretty early on in their acquaintance. something that both dick and birdwatcher mc have in common is a deep distaste for objectification and the decontextualization of the body from its personhood because they've been victims of it from either side (i think this is one of the aspects of the story that'd benefit from specificity, but i still don't wanna trade), and i wanted them to have that conversation.

the MINUTE he catches feelings tho. vehicular manslaughter time! it doesn't matter whether he acknowledges it to himself and has plans for you both, or he's just in the denial stage--frankly, even when he doesn't have romantic feelings per se but he feels possessive of you already... it's over for u. i mean it was over for you since the beginning bc nobody's ever paid you this much attention but yk. the minute he judges your romantic situation to be under his purview, whatever reason he may give, you might as well give up.

"the moment he sees the slightest flicker of consideration on birdwatcher!mc's face he starts crashing out certified dick grayson style" you are SOO right. absolutely correct. that's what kills him, what kicks his ass from annoyance to real consternation. a hundred thousand people could flirt with you and he'd be annoyed as fuck but the moment you express any attraction he's like look at me. please look only at me. don't show that face to anybody else. it's the first time he realizes you could find someone else if you wanted, that you may, in time, want to. and anyone would see what only he's been privy to. and it could be anyone, really, even someone who doesn't deserve you.

now im thinking about this relationship you have extending past its original expiration date and going on for years, settling into honest and long lasting friendship. dick goes and has his escapades, and you concentrate on some other aspects of your life, and that initial ardor you felt for him melts away into comfortable and easy affection. the heartache is almost gone, or you can delude yourself into thinking it is for long enough that it's practically the same thing.

and then you enter a stage of life that makes you go you know what fuck having pride and dignity surely someone in the world is willing to have me (maybe you want children soon? that'd make the crash out worse lol) and dick is like that's a terribly unhealthy outlook to have towards dating and you're like (skeptical look because okay, pot, three ruined engagements and counting) listen my hands are about to fall off i masturbate so much okay? i need the help and he's like ...okay. but it can't be just anyone, it has to be someone as good as me and you laugh so sincerely like there's nobody i'm ever going to like as much as you don't be ridiculous and he's both pleased and furious about it. insists you absolutely cannot settle and the way you're so flippant about it, laughing like it's not even a possibility, gets under his skin so bad. can't you see how good you are? why would you ever accept less than the very best? he has to make you see this.

so you start dating, maybe bite the bullet and go on an app so you don't have to run into someone you know. match with people, go on a couple of dates. dick watches over all this. you don't pick anyone remotely like him, which makes him feel weird and conflicted. a little relieved. a little wronged. nothing really pans out for you, though. at first it's affirming to get any attention at all, but it really does peter out quite quickly. i mean people talk about this all the time, how dating's so hard nowadays, so it doesn't bother you that much, but it's not really conducive to your goal anyway.

you tell dick about it, ask him what you have to change about yourself to get yourself noticed and caressed and he stamps out the urge to say nothing, you're perfect and he's like. well. maybe try being more seductive? and you're like you want me to make a fool of myself on beyoncé's internet? and he's like you have to give in a little if you want something back and fine, he's got a point. but he has to help and thus begins the most excruciating period of dick grayson's life, which regularly includes being shot and having his ribs kicked in and years of emotional torture. god i know you practice making out. i just know.

and it works, actually! you feel derisive about it, as well as relieved, and try to ignore all that and actually find someone worthwhile. you find a man who is charming and earnest and willing and you think okay, i think this could be it. you update dick, tell him i visited this place with him or yesterday he told me he likes my company or he kissed me when he drove me home yesterday. and dick is paralyzed, choking on panic and fury and jealousy. he sees it so clearly now, the wall that will be built between you. the way he won't be the first person you turn to, the one who sees what nobody else does. and he can't lose it. he can't. he can't lose you.

[princekirijo]

POINTS ‼️‼️NEW RIKU ICON‼️ REAL‼️ GRAHHHHH HE LOOKS AWESOME 🔥🔥🔥

Ahh thank you Misty :3c

Here is the uh full icon for those who want to see it properly 👉👈

He's my silly little goose :3 my funny boy

Also uhm a bonus and a little lore drop I'd planning to make for a while undercut ehe

Tada this is Riku's actual eye colour! Much similar to Mitsuru's :3 He wears eye contacts throughout a lot of Captain AU's story and if you ask him why he will give you a different answer every time ehe

[capricciosso]

posting this for an audience of one @adihildilid <3 if dean had to ratatouille a flirting scene with sam he would have been like now say oh, monsieur?? a tooth? of the... what is it called? a bas-eel-isque? ooh la la qu'est-ce que c'est? perhaps you could ah.....educate me more....? not in french because he doesn't know french but with french vibes. and sam would scoff and be like i am NOT doing that!! i NEED to correct this evil old man right now! trust me he'll be impressed don't even worry about it. and then shrike would brain him with a vase. and dean [on his way to murder shrike] would be like well. if you had followed my lead this wouldn't have happened. also shrike is french in this scenario.