Meet the Canaries! We've got:
Manipulate
Mansplain
Malewife
lesbian Leonardo DiCaprio
the most sopping wet cat of a man that has ever been put to paper
and Pattadol is there also I guess.
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Do you think people ever tried the whole "the animorphs and ax" thing in-universe after the war? Like advertised an event as featuring "the animorphs survivors" with Jake, Marco, Cassie, some random hawk picture they found online, conveniently leaving out Ax?
Honestly, given that #54 refers to Tobias and Rachel as "the forgotten Animorphs," I don't think it'd be Ax getting this treatment.
More likely it'd be news outlets referring to "the four Animorphs: Cassie, Marco, Ax, and Jake." And then an hour later the newscaster would go "we wanted to issue a correction on our previous statement. We meant to refer to the five Animorphs: Cassie, Marco, Ax, Jake, and Rachel. Our statement was meant to refer only to the surviving Animorphs, but we apologize for any lack of clarity." Heck, the super-diligent ones would probably remember to refer to James and the others, while still neglecting Tobias.
And honestly? Tobias seems to prefer it that way.
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New friends at the table season dragged me out of my art posting hiatus. (pls tag if you prefer long hair or medium hair Cori I can’t decide)
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Elain let out a sound like, "eep!"
It was only natural to be frightened of a faerie like him, human or not. Tamlin was enormous, like a Cassian without wings, with long hair like spun gold and a predator's gorgeous, arresting eyes framed with long, perfect lashes. Power rumbled under his skin like a distsnt storm, his footsteps shaking the earth. Elain shrank back like a startled deer, staring at the wolf for one long, incredulous moment before it was ripped to shreds.
Tamlin's brow furrowed, hand rubbing his chest where Elain had slammed her forehead into him. It was a slow, puzzled movement - and Elain was relieved to think that maybe he didn't recognize her. He didn't know who she was related to. But, he had to remember, didn't he? There was no way he wouldn't remember the moment that his lover decided to rip apart everything he'd ever held dear.
Elain waited for him to snarl, to show his sharp teeth, maybe to grab her with a clawed hand, maybe to bite her and leave her sprawled on the floor in a crimson pool.
Then, at last, Tamlin muttered, "Apologies," before awkwardly moving his bulky frame aside so that Elain could squeeze herself through the doorway.
"Th -" Elain remembered how to breathe. "Thank you."
He grunted in acknowledgement and she nearly lept out of her skin. This seemed to embarrass him; he noticed her startle and became gloomier for it. It was amazing, when Elain was the one who'd been given a real shock. This was the second time that he'd surprised her by not reacting in the ways she'd expected him to.
Or, she considered, in the ways that Feyre and Rhysand had always assured he would.
"Well," said Elain. "Good day to you."
Tamlin nodded. "You, too."
He was so odd, Elain thought, eyeing him as he stalked towards the staircase at the back of the room - to Nomi's office, she realized.
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This has the energy of Arethousa meeting Yrliet's judgy dad and trying to show she's good enough. Like, "Asian person brings a white partner to meet their parents and the white person tries to impress the parents with the three words of Korean they know" vibes. She's such a dork.
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oh the stewards my beloveds. characters with proximity to power but are not themselves formally in power but have their own sort of power because of their liminality and also that proximity and the trust it gets them. my beloveds.
good a moment as any to answer this ask. you put it so well I was cherishing it
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