About A Week Ago I Posted This.

Reblog for a larger sample size for no sample size at all, because obviously nobody will vote

Wip of the next character!

I hope he turns out ok.....

Trope: Enemy to Caretaker

See also: Unconventional Caretakers.

Reasons Why I Love This Trope So Goddamn Much (not anywhere near a description of the totality of my feelings on this topic, but a start):

- The vulnerability.  The sheer terror of being exposed in front of someone you hate (who hates you).  The panic and stoicism of attempting to cover up the pain until it’s too much.  Until you can’t.  Until the agony is worse than letting them see your tears.

- The mistrust.  The constant second-guessing.  The suspicion of every move they make.  The concocting of escape plans, one after the other, because how can you tell the difference between being restrained for your own good and being captured?  The cuffs sure look the same.

- The surrender.  Hitting rock bottom.  Watching you give in and knowing that you’ve given up on everything because if you can’t fight against your enemy, you can’t fight against anyone.

- The unexpected compassion.  A hand where you expect a fist.  A bandage where you expect a break.  Snappish words and voices raised in anger and understanding, finally, that their bark is worse than their bite.

- The lack of safety.  There is no one to catch you when you fall.  No one who’s safe, who’s reliable, who’s trustworthy.  You are hurt and alone and you curl up and wait for the blow.  The slow relearning of trust.  The hesitant steps towards hope.  (The shattering, sometimes.)

Enemy.  To.  Goddamn.  Caretaker.

Please.

Not much to be said about them

Not royalty nor an outcast

They were a simple being

Trying not to die.

the war broke out

And all was in chaos.

Tragedy struck with a fist made of rock

And the aqua gentem suffered

But hope seemed to prevail

All it took was time.

The kid from the city in the sky

Uriel Icarus of the Caeli gentem

whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3

Who would you rather have for a Grunkle?

LIKE for Stanford Pines

REBLOG for Stanley Pines

OR..

REBLOG and LIKE if you want BOTH of them to be your Grunkles!!! :D

I caved in and made a straysona/ companion oc

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His name is maka and his favorite passtime is shoplifting and breaking security cameras with his slingshot

Maka and their parental figure live in midtown and the only reason maka hasn't been arrested yet is because he is good at bullshiting

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

Anyone who does not reblog this is an idiot.

He was promising

Showing great potential

Climbing through the rankings

The perfect person to take over the terra imperium

Then came sailor kid

They distracted him

With the foolish thing called love

They planned to run

From the imperium

From their stress

From their caretakers

From their destiny

What Cowards they were.

Their plans were overheard

He was imprisoned for his treason

And sailor kid was to be executed in front of him.

But he was Weak.

For he managed to escape his cell

And was able to free them for a short time

But he can't escape this punishment twice.

The traitor

Akira Hajime

Mono