I am SO grateful that ed and stede exist as characters exactly as they are. I'm so grateful for these two men who are traumatized and messed up and struggle to even like themselves, who are terrible at communicating, who make enough mistakes between the two of them to fill an entire ocean. I am so grateful to watch them struggle and be seen and be loved and reach out for the things they want and are maybe starting to believe that they deserve. I'm so grateful that the show lets them fall in love and get together exactly as they are, that it doesn't say they need to wait until they've become some unattainably perfect version of themselves before they have permission to have that. i am so grateful for ofmd
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hey folks, you know the drill...
im back with more IYGABAB art
Cardinal with an ice umbrella, complete !
to see the process, here's the post (contains B&W version)
mask design credit goes to @noir-renard as usual, though I took some liberties on modifying the look to make it resemble the face of a Northern Cardinal >_< (also called redbird or just cardinal)
So in short, Danny's look is the mixture of these two:
(left: northern cardinal. right: yellow-billed cardinal, according to the author, this is what he'd look like with the Penguin Goon Suit & red-themed gear!)
Had a lot of fun drawing this:
The Court of Birds will decide your fate
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I think that after Dick and Jason beat the shit out of each other, they should just be like, "Isn't it weird that we're the only ones who remember what Bruce used to be like?" And they should nurse their wounds while gruffly reminiscing about Bruce giving them piggyback rides and wrestling with them for funsies.
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Fic Recs For Getting Over Writers' Block:
To me, the only way to get over the writing horrors™️ is to read some good fucking prose. Even if the summary of these fics doesn't appeal to you, I'd suggest reading them purely for their tactile prose that somehow gets the brain working again.
General Block Breakers:
Magpie by yellowmustard
Skirts and Barbells by @petrichorca
Malleability by jazzxdaffy
The Nest That Hope Builds by @red-sky-in-mourning
Grounded by @forpiratereasons
So Long Seabird by @adamarks
Find Your Stede Voice:
Adventures of a Leggy Blonde by @palavapeite
Find Your Ed Voice:
You Belong in that Home by and by by @alchemistc
Stealing Romance by skrifores
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*takes your face in my hands* listen to me. listen. sir sparklepuff was created as a christ figure. listen. he was born to die. made to be sacrificed. aaravos is god. a mostly jewish team of protags are fighting against god and pre-determinism. viren is called to sacrifice his son on a hill and it's their subsequent breaking point. aaravos is willing to sacrifice his son. soren is a judas who made the right choice. viren is literally entombed in a cave. listen to me. *crying* what father makes a son just to kill him?
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It's interesting to me how even though Thrúd has the aesthetic & air of the rebellious cool-girl archetype, she's far more sheltered than either Atreus or Angrboda, despite both of them being dorkier & visually softer. It's obvious in the way she talks about asking for her mother's permission to be a valkyrie, meanwhile Atreus has long stopped bothering to ask for his father's permission to do anything since before the beginning of the game, & Angrboda has no one's permission to even seek out since both of her parents are absent & her grandmother is estranged.
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So back to Mirio Hitoshi and Eri being siblings. Imagine, if you will, an au where they've found each other before erasermic finds them. (Maybe they're with the shie hassaikai, maybe the lov, maybe just a shitty foster home. I don't know, the point is, they're together in a place that's not so great) And Eri's still got this big scary quirk, but she also has a big brother who can sit with her and keep her from being alone without worrying about being rewound because he can just permeate through her touch and she's got another big brother who can just take over and talk her out of her quirk if she can't control it. And yeah, rewind is still terrifying, and there's probably somebody who wants to control it and use her, but at least she's not alone and she knows there are people who love her regardless of what her quirk is capable of.
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wip wednesday
tagged by @wikiangela whose car sex fic has me SAT
i started the heart attack fic for bthb, but i'm gonna keep that to myself until it's finished and posted because i’m very insecure lmao, so have a little bit of eddie vs the hoa
“You sound jealous.”
Eddie balks, insulted at the mere suggestion that he’s jealous of somebody as contemptuous as Abbie Jean Gentry. “I am not!” He snorts. “I have never in my thirty-two years of life—count ‘em, thirty-two—I have been shot and stuck beneath the ground and lost my wife and been to war, but I have never, ever been jealous of anybody, and especially not motherfucking—”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Buck interrupts, elbowing him in the side and motioning with his head at the woman walking up to their stall. “Hi, Mrs. Gentry.”
Abbie Jean Gentry is a beautiful, chubby woman with long, curling black hair and big, light green eyes. Her voice is deep and her laugh is infectious and she pulls off heels just as well as sneakers; she commands any room she walks into and makes sure to shake the hands of every person she meets and does her best to help solve whatever problem she’s faced with.
She’s not a bad person.
Eddie can’t stand her.
“Hi, Buck.” She smiles, all straight white teeth, and Eddie remembers the two years he wore braces with disdain. His sisters were ruthless when they made fun of him. “How are you?”
“Enjoying all these sweet treats,” Buck says, laughing, and hands the last sugar cookie off to one of the little kids that were following Chris around earlier. “Looks like the sale’s going well.”
She nods, appraising the fish bowl full of paper bills and coins at the edge of their table. It’s not as full as hers—she’s probably so proud. “It’s going even better than I expected,” she agrees, judging their clutter of cupcakes and broken cookies. “Did you make these yourself, Buck?”
“Huh? Oh, no.” Buck grins, hooking his thumb toward Eddie. “Eddie helped.”
Abbie Jean Gentry blinks, feigning surprise. “Oh, Mr. Diaz.” She smiles, close-mouthed and thin. “I didn’t see you there.”
Funny. Eddie’s standing right next to Buck, near enough their shoulders are touching. One can’t notice and speak with Buck without noticing the other.
Eddie curls his lip up. “I’m sure you didn’t.”
Buck elbows Eddie again, hard enough to hurt this time. “You’ll have to excuse him,” he says, giving her his best grin and wow, his best friend is a suck up. “We stayed up late last night finishing the cookies and cupcakes, and he hasn’t had anything to eat today except sweets.”
this fic accidentally turned into a whole thing so we’ll see where it goes
no pressure tagging: @disasterbuckdiaz, @thewolvesof1998, @wildlife4life, @alyxmastershipper because i saw you say something about sub eddie 👁️, @shitouttabuck, @eddiediaztho 💜, @diazblunt, @watchyourbuck, @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @housewifebuck, and uh whoever else 🫶🏼
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