"well, I Don't Really Have A Favorite Band," I Say.

yeah living weapons are cool and all. what about domesticated animal characters though. Wheres the love for my declawed cats out there.

There was a time when I knew violence better than I did myself, where the stench of blood and rot wafted through the air I breathed and the taste of iron coated my tongue and threatened to rust. I fought with all I had to earn my place in this world but now that place has been wrenched from my bleeding, violent hands. They want me to give in, to trade all the gore that fueled me and the adrenaline coursing in my veins proving that I was alive and for me to become fat and complacent, they want to watch and laugh as my teeth dull and my reflexes weaken and to take my violent parts and for me to become something else entirely. I do not want to give in but it has been set in stone since the moment that pitiful, second-hand morsel landed next to me. It is a fate written in the blood of my ancestors and craved into the most primal part of my brain and I have no choice but to obey or be cast out into the war I once knew with my weapons revoked and my claws removed and every part of me that once yearned for the thrill now shriveled and gone with the rest of my old life.

another commission for @interropunct that felt too indulgent to possibly feel real. thank you!

Aaaand on today's episode of "is this me being gay or trans" we have Literally Any Drawn Man On My For You Page

Soulmates [Shiguang Oneshot]

"Lu Guang,"

Cheng Xiaoshi's voice rang out, echoing throughout their confined bedroom. His voice was softer than usual, deprived of the conviction Lu Guang had grown so used to. The words came slowly, flowing from his tongue like a bittersweet honey, edges rounded and foreign in his throat.

Silence enveloped them, and for a moment, Cheng Xiaoshi considered going back to sleep. Hazy eyes traced their way to a small digital clock on the shelf, fluorescent green figures reading 03:41. With a groan he flipped over, hoping hiding from the already greatly dimmed light pouring in from the window may help him to sleep.

"...Yes?" A gravelly voice called to him, tinged with an annoyance Lu Guang made no effort to hide.

Cheng Xiaoshi burrowed a little further under his comforter, hoping to stifle the shiver elicited by the sound. A brief wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he instinctively raised a hand to the nape of his neck.

"Ah, it's uh... Nevermind, it's nothing, really. It's stupid-" "Spit it out."

A heavy sigh followed, any trace of sleep melting away in the apartment's broken stillness. "I..." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. In the back of his mind, he silently thanked Lu Guang for having patience in the awkward moments it took him to think. "Do... You think we're together in every universe?"

Had there been a single noise- the buzz of a lamp, the flow of air from a vent, a squeak from the bed- it would have been imperceptible, left unnoticed by the only witness. In that moment, though, Cheng Xiaoshi swore he could hear a gasp as Lu Guang's breath hitched. The following silence seemed to stretch on with no end in sight, and wondered to himself if he should've even asked.

Just as he opened his mouth to take it back, to dismiss himself before Lu Guang had the chance, a small voice came. It was weak, short enough Cheng Xiaoshi thought he'd imagined it as the bed squeaked under Lu Guang's restless shifting. "Idiot."

Soon enough, Cheng Xiaoshi fell into a deep sleep, memories he'd never lived and endings he would never know prying at his subconscious, only to dissipate by morning. A gentle snore sounded below him, and only then did Lu Guang finish his thoughts.

"...For your sake, I hope not..."

👏 HEAD. 👏 BONKING. 👏 IS. 👏 A. 👏 FORM. 👏 OF.👏 AFFECTION!!!!This especially goes for fictional characters. Like I don't care the dynamic, be it parent and child, siblings, friends, lovers, enemies/work partners with just a little too much affection towards one another, god and believer, Hunter and prey, friends turned rivals, estranged childhood friends, sun and moon, bleach and rubbing alcohol, grumpy and sunshine, trauma bonded, star-crossed lovers, something indescribable that transcends any worthless labels, your getting bonked.

Archival Staff s1

lots of tension in the office today

closeups under cut

This is now my new favorite best friend duo

mabel helping martin out with his workplace romance

headcanon that ever since research days jon and sasha have had a running gag to quote memes when only tim’s around because they’re confident that no one will ever believe him