#kids!!

[foxwarrenart]

😭😭😭

[sugden-dingling]

[timenihada]

[lexicals]

I was gonna make a joke earlier today about how the bonus ep was gonna be another rita minute running in parallel with man in glass ft. the rest of the crew placing bets about what juno & peter's deal is (& how long it's gonna take for them to get their shit together) but nvm that now this also looks very fun

[what-is-wanshis-catsona]

[Now that their crisis is averted, the kids are gathered to...just be kids! As much as they can be on Alternia. Wanshi’s gotten in to comfier clothes (Mun may make sprites.), sweatpants and an oversized shirt that says “World’s okayest sister” in a big font. She sits in a circle with her hands, and the faint chirp-chip of wrigglers can be heard from her cubby. She might bring them out later or if asked.]

[]see! noW that We’re all back together, We can have fun![]

@ask-amisia-the-artblocked-indigo @ask-the-clown-twins @ask-the-purple-runt

[polyaubergine]

it's been a while so here are some baby pictures my girl Francesca (floof), a Dory (grey), and some Nettle (pubby)

@albatris do you care to see some children?

[loloskids]

❝ You know, I never really understood why you wanted to date me. It seems so unlikely. ❞ ( clea + tristan)

It’s three AM, not the right time for this conversation, but Tristan’s never really seemed to care about that. They’re in the shitty little apartment Clea shared with her best friend senior year of college, and she’s sitting on her counter lad in nothing but panties and one of Tristan’s hoodies, looking painfully oversized on her small figure. The forest green fabric was so worn that the scent of him was nearly woven into the fabric, which made it, of course, her favorite. Small hands cupped a mug of tea, prepared for her by her boyfriend, who was leaning on the sink across from her, all lean muscles and shaggy hair, doubting himself.

Clea’s heart throbbed, at his words, and she hated that he thought that way. In her eyes, it had always been the other way around - she looked homely, she knew. Long, plain brown hair that she refused to cut shorter than where it hit at her waist, wide brown eyes and cheeks she’d always seen as puffy. Her body was trim, she guessed, but the curves weren’t anything to write home about. Then there was her neatness obsession, and need to color coordinate or at least compliment anything, and all her pages of notes and sketchbooks, and, well. The youngest sister, separated from her siblings and raised by a completely different parental unit, she’d always felt like a mess.

She didn’t when he looked at her.

Tristan, with his hazel eyes and cut jaw and a smile that transformed his whole face. 

“Tris...” Clea curves out long legs, tugging at his belt loop with her toes. He comes to her willingly, and she puts her cup down next to her, smoothing hands with warm palms over his bare shoulders. “I can assure you that it’s the opposite, handsome. You’re brave, and funny, and very, very nice to look at. I’m happy you hit on me after class that day.”