Emily Gwen, The Creator Of The Sunset Lesbian Flag That We’ve Come To Commonly Use, Still Continues

Even Superman deserves a magical girl transformation sequence pass it on.

On a side note i lovw how artists just inspire each other

wait so the new superman animated show has clark kent transforming into superman a la magical girl anime sequence???

some undercover mission doodle 🤔

they are older (Hobie is 22 and Miles is 20), so they are allowed on more complicated missions.

but they r not dating (yet), currently torturing everyone with their 5-years-and-counting slow burn 😔

bubbl 🫧

Obikin - World Between Worlds

Imagine this, if you will, a universe in which Anakin is brutally killed. He dies never knowing how much Obi-Wan loved him, because Obi-Wan never told him. His master never admitted how deep his attachment and fondness for his padawan went. How proud he was of him, how highly he thought of him, how much he loved him more than anything. Obi-Wan has to see his beloved Anakin die and know that he died never knowing any of that. Anakin died thinking his master cared about him in a more basic way, and Obi-Wan is swallowed whole with regret and sorrow.

It’s a regret he cannot live with. A world without Anakin is not one Obi-Wan can live with.

He leaves the Jedi Order, everything behind, with only one goal: to get Anakin back. The darkness offers him power in ways the light never could, methods and ways to possibly get him what he wants. He accepts the help willingly, exhausting every effort and getting rid of every obstacle in his way.

Eventually, his tunnel vision goal, the only reason for his continued existence, gets him to the World Between Worlds.

He walks down the passages of starlight searching and searching and searching. Looking into the doorways and not finding what he’s searching for. After all this time, after all he’s done, and he gets nothing for it?!

Just as he debated taking his red saber and ending his journey, he sees another figure down the path facing him.

Anakin. One with some grey in his hair and vibrant gold in his eyes. Tattered and tired and ruthless and goal-driven. Obi-Wan knows because he sees the same thing in the mirror every day.

It’s an Anakin that had lost his Obi-Wan.

And here, they meet.

This fucking hurts??

Little Ani hiding behind Master Obi-Wan after causing chaos somewhere in the Temple

Based on this tweet thread it gave me a serious case of rotten teeth from all the cuteness

a genderqueer superhero who wears a binder and hides their face so everyone assumes they’re male but then they have c cups and never bind as a civilian so their secret identity is safe

One of my favorite underutilized bits of Star Wars worldbuilding is how feelings literally soak into the physical world around you, if you’re Force-sensitive. Sometimes in really awful ways–Maul’s rage is still radiating off the walls in the Theed hangar 30 years later, because nobody goes in there to put new feelings into the walls, Luke can still feel Rey’s imprint on the meditation stone on Ahch-To after she leaves, Anakin and Ahsoka can still hear the screams of the dying in the Jedi hangar after the bombing–but that would also be there in good ways. Imagine walking into the Room of a Thousand Fountains where you touch a stone bench where Master Yoda was just meditating on, you’re not even psychometric, you can just feel the warmth and calm he left behind while he sat there.  Imagine walking into the the Temple gardens where a Jedi Master was watering their space azalea bushes and you can feel their contentment radiating off the walls.  Imagine walking into the refectory and feeling last week’s younglings class’ excitement over their upcoming field trip, how golden and glowing it is in the Force.  Imagine walking into the Jedi Temple aviary, where they keep their pet birds, hearing the gentle cooing of the convors, but also feeling the connection all the Jedi before you have had with these animals, the joy that’s been permeated into the floor and walls with how much they’ve loved their time spent there. Imagine how being a psychic space wizard that can soak feelings into the world around you would change how you interact with that physical world.  Imagine how giving a river stone isn’t just giving a neat rock, but giving someone the ability to hold affection and care literally right there in your hand, because you focused on putting all those feelings into the rock beforehand.  Imagine how art performances would change, if you’re psychic and your audience is psychic, how you can literally hand them feelings or sit them on a cushion that you put a specific feeling into it, when you get to the climatic part of your play. Imagine how being able to put feelings into physical objects and then hand them to someone would play out!!!!

I’m not sure exactly how to articulate it but—there is this bizarre base assumption i see from people discoursing about children’s media, and that’s the assumption that children are somehow unfamiliar with negative emotions. Like, maybe you’ve managed to completely forget your entire life before you turned eighteen, but kids spend a lot of time being hurt, and scared, and angry. A lot of people had terrible fucking childhoods, and a lot of kids are having terrible fucking childhoods right now. When i was a child, and i read books where bad things happened to kids, that was in no way shocking to me, i already knew bad things happened to children. It made me feel more connected to those stories, not less, and it made it more impactful when those child characters overcame it all in the end. That’s important for children. A lot of them are in desperate need of a little hope, and they aren’t going to get it from nothing stories with no conflict. They put conflict in children’s media for a reason

Also i see some of you handwringing over child protagonists going through, like, the most basic hero’s journey. Please, for the love of god, realize that you as an adult are going to understand children’s media differently than the actual kids it’s intended for. Because you’re all grown up now, you aren’t going to be able to relate to a child protagonist. You’re going to see a child in danger. The children the story is meant for are going to see a kid like them who is able to face hardship and triumph

For the fic title game! How to Mourn a Child You Never Knew

Alright so Tim dies (sad) but he comes back (yay!) and he's...different. Bruce sees it. Alfred sees it. Jason sees it. Nobody else does.

And the thing is, they think it's obvious. Tim shies away from them, only engages in banter when he must, and he doesn't smile. The public has even started to notice.

"He's always been sad, B," Dick says, "he's just usually better at hiding it. He's grieving himself. Let him heal."

Anyway shit happens and they find out he does smile, and he does joke, and he does play pranks and cause problems. Just. Not with them.

"It's like you guys were demoted to coworker status," Babs says, grinning, "he reevaluated your position in his life and decided to take a few steps back. God, this is hilarious."

Damian pats Bruce on the shoulder, both condescending and comforting. "He'll come around."

Tim, btw, doesn't mean any harm whatsoever. He's just a weirdo. He'll "promote" them to family status—family-adjacent, at least—soon, he's just prioritizing the relationships he values the most right now. Death does that to a guy. He's working down the list of people he cares about so he'll get to them! Just not now. And they probably won't care, from his reasoning, it's Bruce, Alfred and Jason. They're used to him being distant. They'll get he's just figuring shit out.

Cue angst with Bruce and Alfred reflecting on their relationship with him and doubting it, then revisiting their mourning because they didn't even "know" him etc etc. Jason trying valiantly not to care and failing horribly. What right does he have to mourn a child he never knew?

Meanwhile Tim, his friends, and all other family members are doing adrenalie junkie shit because Tim needs to feel alive again. He eventually circles around to them and is shocked by their angst. Like damn bitch, you really love me that much?