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people who actually make social decisions of any kind based on astrology are a chore to know.

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“Well, guess what. I’m back.” -- Mutina

Cover art for Uncanny X-Men Vol. 6 #017, “Murder Me, Mutina”

Art by David Marquez and Matthew Wilson

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“Thousands of Jedi in the galaxy, and I seem to have found the one who enjoys mediation.” – Yaddle

Cover art for Star Wars: Jedi Knights #005, “Before the Fall”

Art by Rahzzah

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Emerald feels his hand tremble, and she clenches it again. She cups her free hand against the side of his face, brushing away sweaty strands of hair. 

“Hey,” she murmurs. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

Mercury lets out a half laugh, half cry. She smiles back at him, uncertainty and hope and doubt and emotion blooming in her chest all at once. 

a quick still from the newest chapter of OMEN, falling upwards. I'm so normal about emercury (lying through my teeth)

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should not have brought up the American Civil War, now I'm thinking about hardtack.

Ao3 go down for an extended time and bitches start talking like there writing letters to loved ones during the American Civil war.

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Ao3 go down for an extended time and bitches start talking like there writing letters to loved ones during the American Civil war.

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“Stop panicking. You’re going to be fine.” Emerald wants to believe Mercury. Really, she does. But this is betraying Salem they’re talking about. This isn’t peanuts. She, Mercury and Neo have poured over the plan what has to be hundreds of times by now, stealing moments away at the makeshift camp they had all set up in the wilds outside of Vale. Sneak off, knock out Watts, steal the airship. Sneak off, knock out Watts, steal the airship. Sneak off, knock out Watts - god, but what if he’s ready for them? What if Salem’s ready for them? What if she knows about what they’ve been planning this entire time? She’s not here, but her monstrous Seer is - what if it had been listening in on them? (OR: Mercury, Emerald and Neo attempt to make their getaway from Salem during a battle. Meanwhile, Oscar's been cast adrift, with nothing left to live for. Their paths intersect, and they must all make a choice- do what is right, or do what is easy.)

The first chapter of the newest part of OMEN, falling upwards, is out! It's time to see how the band got together >:3

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Ouroboros 

V glanced up when the door opened, glad for any distraction from the tedious sorting she and J were working through. Tessa had been desperately apologetic for accidentally knocking over the shelf holding more than a dozen containers of different nuts and bolts and other little metal bits and bobs she didn’t know the name of. But the two of them were going on their second hour of picking through mixed metal parts, and it wasn’t exactly V’s favorite task in the world.

Her smile as N stepped into the room slowly fell. He had a hand to his visor, hollow eyes flicking about with a cornered sort of desperation. He was oddly rumpled, shirt untucked and tie missing. His hard hat was gone too, and his hair was all over the place. He stumbled, like his legs were weak, and when he reached out for a table to brace himself, he aimed so low that he nearly crashed into it.

“N?” V said, half rising from her seat. “Are you okay?” 

J scowled. “What happened to you, bozo?” 

N stared at them like they were ghosts. He looked around, then down at himself, then back up at them. “I…” he choked. He wavered the way a human would before fainting.

Abandoning her task, V hurried around the table to support him. Even J’s glower had lightened with concern. 

“Did you get in trouble for something?” V asked. She couldn’t think of anything other than being smacked around that could have done this to him. 

“Weren’t you out gardening?” J asked. 

V exchanged a look of confusion with J. Gardening was one of N’s favorite duties, and a secluded one too. He would’ve had to put effort into getting in trouble out there. 

She faced N again to find he was staring at her, all big teary eyes pinched together. “V?” he whispered. “Is this… real?”

“Maybe the sun finally fried his processor,” J said. 

V ignored her. “Of course it’s real, N. Why wouldn’t it be?” 

He shook his head. 

“C’mon. Sit down for a minute.” He followed like a lost, frightened puppy when she took his hand and guided him to a spare chair at the sorting table. “Should I get Tessa?”

“Tessa,” he repeated. He put his hand over his mouth. “Oh god. I think I’m gonna puke.” 

J made a wordless sound of urgency and practically threw an empty bucket at V. She shoved it at him, and he tucked it between his knees, hunched over, in time to retch into it. V winced as he shook, shoulders jerking. 

“I was joking about the sun,” J said. “But what the hell, did you actually manage to contract robot heatstroke?” 

V rubbed his back as the episode passed, leaving him breathing heavily with his forehead pressed to the table. “She’s right, N. We should bring you to the technicians to be looked over—”

The door opened again, and this time, it was Cyn who poked her head into the room. There was something… off about her. V couldn’t have explained it, but a shiver stole up her spine. 

“There you are,” Cyn said. “I—”

N lurched to his feet. The chair tipped over, and V was just barely quick enough to snatch the bucket up before it could spill. He faced Cyn, and she saw his hand flex oddly, arm starting to raise like he was going to point at her, before he froze in place. 

At the same time he’d moved, Cyn grinned strangely, tauntingly, before she also went completely still, eyes wide and expression dropping. 

V stepped away, hugging the bucket like a shield. Her eyes darted between them, back and forth, in a panic. J had gone all tense, looking as taken aback as V felt. 

She’d never seen N react to Cyn like that. He always had a smile for his little sister, and certainly never the glare she could just make out at this angle. And Cyn had never looked anything beyond happy or innocently confused. Even when she said she was annoyed or upset, her expression never soured. 

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” J finally said after a long, fraught silence. 

“This is… inconvenient,” Cyn said. It wasn’t an answer to J. She was plainly speaking to N.

N tilted his head. But not in his cute puppy-ish way. V’s shoulders rose, and she inched further away from him. She felt, inexplicably, like she was facing a predator. 

“This changes nothing,” Cyn said. 

“Oh,” N replied lowly. “I think this changes everything.” 

Cyn narrowed her eyes. Her hand twitched at her side, and V would’ve sworn she saw a light flash around her hand, but it was gone in a blink. She scowled. 

And N grinned back like he was baring fangs he didn’t have. 

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basically: time travel fix-it where N gets shot back to the manor except, hahaha, Cyn does too

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we are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine

When it’s over, and everyone’s left either doubled over in pain or backed into a corner out of fear, the kid is gone. Neo’s eyes flit to Cinder, crumpled into a bloody heap on the floor. Again. And that raised the question - if that was what Salem would do to her right-hand woman just for failing a mission - -Then what the hell was she gonna do to that kid? (OR: After Oscar is captured, Neo attempts to adjust to life in Salem's ranks. It does not go well.)

Ok for some reason the link isn't working so take this new OMEN part as it is. ill try and fix it later.

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Is there a bakery in 10-minute-walk radius around your house?

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Was thinking of pet names for J - had a prophetic realization

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drawing of the scene in chapter one of i want you to be here (but please don't come near) by @sapphofinch PLEASE IM GOING CRAZY THIS FANFIC IS SO GOOD GO READ IT INMEDIATELY

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Fun fact: One of the writers for RWBY Miles Luna said that in a hypothetical world if Oscar had gone to Beacon early he and Oz’s relationship would start off so strong. Oscar would be asking questions and wanting to know how they can make the world around them better.

And Oz just loves Oscar, cuz he’s so kind and polite, so caring. They spend so much time together. Its great. How they’re so similar, then Oz has a horrible realization, how they are too similar.

That Oscar could be a possible future vessel for Ozma and that terrifies him, cuz he wouldn’t wish that upon anyone, so in true Oz fashion he pushes Oscar away and Oscar never knows why, and then the Fall of Beacon happens.

It’s such a heartwarming yet heartbreaking scenario to come up with and I love it so much.

my Dadpin and Soncar ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

AUUUUGGHH!!! THIS HURTS SO BAD!!!! writhing in pain.... I will definitely draw something for this soon Anon.

My boys.... my lovely boys... They're off in happy cocoa wonderland together with the rest of the cast in my head skipping around in the chocolate grass...

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mwehehehehehehehehehehe

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This is not at all a criticism, more of a difference in interpretation, but man I wish people drew Oscar more haunted and unnerving

Boy’s got a graveyard behind those eyes

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Some times this godforsaken app makes me feel really fuckin old at the age of twenty.

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