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My 100th post was a reblog of one of my favorite artists (@//trashedanatomy) and of one of my favorite side characters (power loader)

Tell me your Welt headcanons. Please. PLEASE! I want to know what other people think about my favorite lab rat (read: I am dumb)

Brain juice. Gib. Give me the brain juice.

Glorious masquerade design (3/3)

Last batch of of the designs from TikTok

Floyd and Ace are the jester duo

Okay but Monty from Dead Boy Detectives has such a heartbreaking arc.

Like imagine you've lived your entire life, centuries of it, all with one person. The one who caught you, who created you, who tied your souls together so you could remain by her side for eternity. Who took care of you in exchange for favors. A few feathers here, a letter delivery there, a watchful eye on a cruel family who cast her out and deserves what's coming to them.

And perhaps, over time, some of her habits become distasteful to you. You're not overly fond of having your talons ripped out, and her shrieking when she's in a bad mood hurts your ears. And then of course there's the nasty snake in the basement, always complaining and keeping you awake and growing bigger and bigger and bigger all the time. But all in all, it's not a bad life.

And then They come along. And they ruin everything, at least that's what she screams. Your whole life is thrown into chaos, because she's getting older and that ugly snake is getting louder and that Cat has trapped Them here so nothing is settling down. You're not sure if you loathe Them for upending your life or appreciate the little lesson in humility they taught that stupid snake. After all, you've gone months on end with barely a mouse, it really could stand to lose a few pounds. But she's set on revenge, so that's most important.

But she asks something new of you. Well, she doesn't really ask. She never asks. She simply takes. But she gives you a new body. And it hurts. Everything hurts. You can't fly or fit in your cage anymore, and your body is so heavy.

But it's also beautiful. You can walk down the street and no one glares or throws things when you stop to look in a window. It's so much easier to read now that your eyes are bigger and your fingers can grasp the pages. So maybe it's not so bad.

And then there's Him. At first you only speak to Him because she wants you to. But then it's more and more because you want to. Because He's smart and curious and you find yourself increasingly more drawn to his eyes, rather than the shiny buttons on his coat. You're not sure what to make of the odd, fluttery way you feel when He smiles, but you know you like it.

But then you have to go and mess it up. Because He doesn't feel the same. You should have noticed, should have seen the way He looks at the other boy, the one who has been jealous of you since day 1. But He doesn't care. And if He doesn't, then who would?

So you go back to the only thing you've ever known. But she's different now. Or maybe it's just that you're different. Was she always this cruel? This dismissive of anything but herself? Did she always take such pleasure in the suffering of others?

But what else is there for you? It's been made clear that you'll never be welcomed by anyone else. So you do as she bids you, despite the ache in your chest over causing Him harm. And He agrees, despite how He must loathe you now. Really, this will be better for everyone. He'll be sent away and she'll be happy and you can nurse your broken heart in peace.

Except 'sent away' isn't right. She means to destroy them entirely. And you don't understand that until it's too late. By then, they're hooked. Just like she wanted. It's not like you can talk sense into them anyways, He hates you.

But then He doesn't. He doesn't hate you, and maybe there's a chance you can still save him.

If only the Cat hadn't come. If he hadn't told Him everything. Hadn't hardened any sense of friendship He might have felt for you into anger and betrayal. And you deserve it. Because you did betray Him. You thought all was lost, and lost what little you had in the process. You're a monster. Just like her.

She's livid. She tears you limb from limb all over again, and the pain is almost a relief. It's what you deserve. And you can fly again now. And the feelings don't hurt so much when every hollow bone is on fire. You manage to get away, back to the only home you've ever known. You can't bear to watch them be destroyed.

Only they aren't. And her rage can barely be contained in the rickety old house. She doesn't say where she goes or what she's doing, but you know. Being a witch's familiar means you know entirely too much about what she wants. And there's nothing you can do to stop her as she builds that monstrous contraption. The one meant to torture Him for eternity.

And it works. You wish you could run, could get away from His screams. But you can't. She has you on a much tighter leash now, cage or not. And the jealous one curses you out, which you deserve. You're a failure. To everyone. You couldn't be a good familiar, you couldn't be a good human, you couldn't get anyone to care one bit whether you lived or died, you couldn't even fulfill the one purpose you were torn apart to achieve.

But maybe you can stop the screams. At least for a moment.

The jealous one grins, and says something about redemption. You don't think that's for creatures like you. But they escape. And she's gone.

What do you do now?

For a moment, you dare to dream about redemption. After all, there's only one group of beings you can think of who might understand what you went through.

But they're gone. They have each other to pick up the pieces with, but you're alone.

Forever alone. You had it coming.

Like come on, the feels?! Monty needs a hug and soooo much therapy I'm telling you!

It's funny how some people think Cortés hates women or is misogynistic or toxic masculinity. He's toxic masculinity in a sense that, he's super toxic and he's masculine. Which is funny to me. He's not a misogynist or hates women, he refers to Ellen and Portia as "ladies" after all. He clearly has class and standards. "Where are the two ladies? They're late." "The two ladies here failed their task of getting the key, even though they were working together." He attacks everyone there, no one is safe, not even Teneson, who outranks him. Which goes to show how he'll go for everyone. To him, everyone is the same. Equal rights, equal fights. It don't matter if you're a child, elderly or outclass him in rank, he'll still talk shit about you if you're lesser than him in his eyes. He'll respect your gender or sexuality, but he'll find ways to personally get under your skin and pick a fight with you. He has standards and class yet still an asshole. That's why I love him so much.