"chilchuck isn't a twink, he's a DILF!" now i get why you're saying that but i feel like you've maybe forgotten what chilchuck tims canonically looks like
i'm sorry but this man is a twink. also DILF isn't a body type it's a status (and technically, an opinion) so he can be both
"but he's middle-aged!" look at him. look with your eyeballs. his age has nothing to do with the fact that he Looks Like That. he's a twink. the sooner you accept this the less angry his fandom will make you
edit bc this post has become the bane of my existence:
FAQ
Q: wtf do you mean he's a dad? he looks like a kid.
A: he is 29 years old, and a half-foot. half-foots are dungeon meshi's halflings, or hobbits, or whatever you want to call them.
Q: wait, if he's 29, why the fuck are you calling him middle-aged?
A: half-foots have an average lifespan of 50 years. chilchuck was originally drawn with grey hairs (you can see that in the manga fullbody) but the mangaka gave up on that over time. he's middle-aged for his race.
Q: hey, doesn't that look like a little angry face on his boot in the manga drawing?
A: yea kinda
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my full piece for @empires-rainbow-zine! i’m SO happy with how this one turned out. i feel like i really accomplished a lot with my art in 2023 and became so much more comfortable with backgrounds and rendering, and this one in particular stands out to me as one of my best pieces of the year :]
you can download the full zine here to see everyone’s gorgeous art! thanks to rhapsoddity for running the zine and the rest of the contributor team for bringing it to life; i’m delighted to have been a part of it ❤️
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A snippet from a future fic I'll probably never write, where Steve is a widower with two teenage kids, and he and Eddie randomly meet up, rekindling their old flame. This is when they've been together a while:
“Thank you,” Steve says, coming up behind Eddie at the bathroom sink.
Eddie pauses, catching Steve's eye in the mirror. “What for?” he asks, mouth foamy with toothpaste.
Steve slips his hands along Eddie's hips, hooks his chin over Eddie's shoulder. “For loving my kids.”
“You don't—” Toothpaste dribbles down Eddie's chin and he stoops to spit what's left in his mouth into the sink, gathering his hair to one side. He rinses his mouth out, wipes his face with a towel, then turns to Steve. “You don't have to thank me for that. Of course I love them.”
“Not everyone I've dated has.”
“They're idiots.” Eddie grabs the hem of Steve's shirt, pulling him close. “I mean, first of all, they're part of you, and I don't think I could love you and not love them. But...” He trails off, a small smile tilting his lips. “They're amazing kids.”
Pride swells in Steve's chest; he slides his arms around Eddie's waist and says, “They are.”
“And I'm pretty damn honored I get to be part of their lives,” Eddie says, “so thank you,” and he butts his head gently against Steve's.
Steve huffs and slides his hands up Eddie's back, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love you.” He presses a kiss to Eddie's neck.
“I love you too.”
“And they both love you as well.”
Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. Steve knows how nervous Eddie was, when they started dating, that he wouldn't be welcomed, but it's almost like he's always been part of their family now. “Good to know,"”Eddie says.
Steve holds Eddie a little tighter. All those years ago, back in Hawkins, when they ended things, Steve thought he'd never see Eddie again. But here they are, together—a family—and Steve's never letting him go this time.
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I love that Nightow wrote this impactful, moving story about love and grief, with some of the most compelling characters out there, and just lovely artwork... and then named it Trigun because the main character has three guns
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Being a kid and watching Danny Phantom meant accepting what the show wanted you to know: Dark Danny and Vlad were evil. They were one-dimensional villains who were just there to be evil. They were there to be everything that our Danny wasn’t.
Being an adult reading AGIT is acknowledging that Dark Danny lost everything he had at 14 years old. He was a just a child, one that had already been carrying too much for his age. Danny stopped emotionally growing at 14 and tried taking away his pain, but only became consumed by his anger. Being an adult who has experienced loss is understanding exactly how Danny feels. That anger is so much easier than pain.
Being an adult reading AGIT is understanding that Vlad was only in college when his best friend’s negligence cost him his life. Being an adult is understanding that Vlad lost everything too, nearly as young as Danny did.
Being an adult is understanding that no one is black and white. No one is good or evil. We’re all just trying our best. AGIT did such a good job representing this.
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