#it's crap

[m1lkteaboi]

Dealing with some bad art block still. So heres a lil thought I had whenever Kaidan would corner my Shepard and kept asking him to be straight.

[punishedsaints]

[wexarexmadxhere-archive]

@ourwrittenstories  @jeeplover

[gabzilla-z]

So, I'm afraid to ask but do you know any video/text/something that can explain the clone situation and timeline of Tsubasa? Without making my head hurt that is?

I couldn’t find anything so let me try

and don’t feel bad, not even CLAMP knows what the fuck is going on

anyway

So the Sakura and Syaoran you meet in the first chapters are clones. C!Syaoran is a clone of R!Syaoran/Tsubasa who at first is in a big magic water tube being all mysteeeeeerious. You have a bunch of adventures with the clones until C!Syaoran loses his soul (long story), turns into an asshole and R!Syaoran/Tsubasa escapes his tube and becomes the new protagonist. You have a bunch of new adventures but this time with lots and lots of ANGST.

Tsubasa is the son of reincarnated C!Sakura and C!Syaoran (who die after much suffering and then reincarnate in the Xxxholic universe and have R!Syaoran/Tsubasa)

Ah also Watanuki, the protagonist of Xxxholic is Tsubasa’s other self, also C!Syaoran and C!Sakura’s son. Created because Tsubasa reversed time to save his Sakura who is also named Tsubasa, who is a princess from a different world, who is the one C!Sakura was, well, cloned from. 

So basically, at the tender age of 7, Tsubasa fell in love with the girl that his mother was cloned from, left his world and his parents, reversed time, changed everybody’s timelines for the worse and created Watanuki by accident, in the most convoluted case of Oedipus complex i’ve ever seen in fiction. Ever.

in short, CLAMP was on drugs, TRC was an aberration and I pretend it was a fever dream.

[niora]

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

I will regret my life decisions but it will be so worth it

This is all for Levi, Ruri-chan. All for Levi.

[jonaswpoetry]

Retaining destruction

Stood amongst a darkness, on fire, my

hand seeks to quiver without question

of whether this all might resolve better

—

by retaining destruction close to me, like

—

another witness giving no statement, or

some bigger sibling always making sure

that they’re the only one being bruised