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[mag-notta]

Trigger Warning- Implication of Suicidal thoughts/ideation.

I started this comic around two-ish months ago only to drop it. But I managed to finish! Brief explanation and inspiration below if you are interested.

This comic is inspired by the song "Easy-peasy Euthanasia" by Pepoyo. As I listened to it, I couldn't help but think that the lyrics at this particular part were incredibly fitting for what I believe to have been going through Stanley's head when he was "traveling the country". The meaning of the song is a little on the nose, but I still deeply enjoy it. I sadly cut out one of the panels/lyrics to make the comic transition a little more smoothly, but it's better this way.

[eliz0z]

Bakugo falling in love with you

At first? Total denial. Even if he liked you, he’d rather drop dead than admit it.

Every little interaction would end in some grumbled insult. “Stop staring at me, dumbass.” Meanwhile, he’d be the one staring, all annoyed for no reason.

Physical contact? Forget it. But if you were about to trip, he’d definitely catch you—then immediately act like it never happened.

He’d get irrationally jealous but wouldn’t talk about it. Just lots of crossed arms, glares, and acts all annoyed.

He’d act like he doesn’t care about you at all. But somehow, he’s always around. Sitting near you during class, making excuses to be in the same space as you, glaring at anyone who tries to talk to you.

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This is my first post, please let me know if it's good and if you want more. ❤️

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Snake Fangs and Stained Glass Eyes (closed for theotherrookie)

@theotherrookie

There were perks to being a library admin. Even though he was on a scheduled leave, Antonio had decided it best to pay a visit, just in case he could get any leads on who was possibly connected to Lucien's attacker and Russell's kidnapper. The more people they knew about, the better.

So if anyone had been doing research about non-humans in the library, he had come to find that. He did feel a little bad about letting down the children there who had been excited to see 'Uncle Tony' and had wanted him to read to them. But he promised he would be back to do so very soon.

At the moment, staying out longer than necessary was a risk, especially when he was alone, and he didn't want to worry Rook too much by being in danger more than he needed to be.

But after getting some names and borrowed/return records written down, he was satisfied and moved to head out after tucking the notes away in his pocket, making sure to put on the new shades he had ordered back over his eyes.

As he already started to step away from the entrance, he began to get an awful feeling that he was being watched.

[pushspacetocontinue]

@theotherrookie

It was probably a stupid idea to venture out. But the man who had recently attacked them was still most likely recovering from their combined counterassault (and Bill biting him and making him bleed a lot), and the poison resistance balm that Leofric and Veronica had working on had been completed.

It seemed that things were looking up just a little bit. From updates, Rook seemed to be progressing well with the treatments, Bill was no longer looking like hell, Erica was doing just fine after that fight, and Leofric's eyes had fully recovered, even if he still needed some time to heal completely.

So even Russell felt okay to go out when Lucien talked about getting a bubble tea. He needed to pick up a few small groceries anyway, and the fresh air and the moonlight would probably would do them a bit of good. So after applying some of the balm to his face, neck, and hands, it had been time to set off for that small excursion.

"So if, if you feel there's, there's any trouble brewing," Russell said then, when he finally saw the shop entrance, "Not, not that I think there will, there will be today, all we, we gotta do is shout. Shop's small so, so it's not like we, we won't hear each other."

He had decided to bring Lewis with him, just in case. But he was fairly confident he wouldn't need to use him.

[newtsixtyfive]

Avocados at Law !!

Video Description Below Cut

[ID: Red and white text: "Get yo mangy ass on!" Foggy, bouncing to the beat, is pointing at Matt behind him, smiling: "Back to the kitty, cuz she's kinda pretty." Foggy is wearing a pink shirt with a blue tie. Matt is standing behind him, wearing a grey suit and red tie. He is holding his cane and staring to the right. Foggy is to the left of him. Karen is fanning herself with her hand, also bouncing to the beat: "I can't stop looking at her-" Karen is wearing a blue sleeveless blouse. Matt stands behind her, the same image as before, and Karen is to his right. "T- Face." The video zooms in on Matt's chest, and there a faint heartbeat lines fading in and out. Matt is slightly taking off his suit jacket. Then, the video shoots up to his face, and he smirks at the viewer. "Me and cat mama rolled into the distance fog." Foggy, Matt, and Karen are depicted as little chibis, and are walking. Matt seems a little flustered and they are all smiling. There is a red transition, and Matt appears on screen facing the viewer. His glasses hide his eyes, and he holds his cane in his left hand slightly up to his chest, "Little does she know," "I'm as nasty," Matt lifts his cane, and there is another red transition. "Dog!" Daredevil appears in Matt's place, grinning at the viewer as he starts bobbing to the beat. After the second "Dog!" there is a Snapchat dog filter over his face. END ID]

[thxemazingem]

plotted starter for @diviningtime

Although Em's familiar with the library xe's been frequenting in order to use their computers, xe's woefully ignorant about what lies in the rest of the town. Even with the paper map that xe's printed out, Em still ends up walking into a building that is decidedly not the grocery store.

Xe's tried to look as nice as xe could today- freshly showered, outfit washed, and half-shaved hair covered by a hand-knit beanie courtesy of a very nice woman from the last place xe stayed. Still, none of that can hide how threadbare xer clothes are or the gauntness of xer cheeks. Xer backpack is filled to near bursting, but the majority of it is xer camping gear. As unprofessional as it is, Em can't bear the thought of stashing it in the wrong spot and having someone steal it. Xer whole life fits in there.

Eyes as grey as stormy skies study the interior curiously. Freckles are sprinkled across xer cheeks like stars on a moonless night. Xe smells strongly of the evergreen trees that xe sleeps in during the night. Even with the weight on xer shoulders, something about this place gives xer a sense of... peace? safety? Hard to say, after knowing neither for so long.

Xe's so distracted that xe doesn't notice the shop owner until she speaks. Em startles a little but quickly schools xer expression.

"Sorry, what was that? -um, Ma'am?"

Just because Em isn't a fan of authority doesn't mean that xe'll go around being disrespectful for the hell of it.

[therawend]

Closed starter for @ajastor

Location: Obsidian

It was like they had never left London because there he was, AJ Astor leaning over a bar, drink in gloved hand, overseeing the bar scene like he owned the place.

He hadn’t seen her yet but he would. She knew better than most that AJ’s imperious gaze never missed something or someone that was out of place and while to a more uncultivated eye, Thera blended into the night club atmosphere perfectly, AJ’s trained gaze would pick her apart like a sour thumb. She slide into the seat next to his, “Ginger ale with a twist.” She said to the bar tender and then looked into the eyes that had turned to her.

Thera swallowed. She hadn’t seen him since the night she’d bled all over his Isaia 3-piece. A night where an easy nemesis was the only person she could turn to.

[revolutionary-jinx]

Plotted starter for @warwaited

Everyone wants to change the underground, from the firelights to Silco and apparently some new vigilante that's been making life really annoying for the chem barons.

She'd been given the run down of the where and who, the be on the look out for, and the detainment speech. Of course Jinx had only half been listening, head full of a catchy tune that kept drowning out the verbal instruction manual she was receiving.

Secretly, Jinx thought it was a little funny all of these supposed tough guy goons were getting their asses handed to them. It made her want to play too.

Which was why the buzzing in her head got louder with excitement the moment she saw someone fitting the description she'd been given. AND on HER stomping grounds??? It's like CHRISTMAS!

Completely forsaking her previous objective the slippery eel made her way towards her prey, catching her in the ally after she'd exited a building.

Perched atop a ledge, gun in hand waving idly, she addressed her new playmate.

"Real bold of you to step off your playground and into mine- don't ch'ya think?"

She sat up and properly looked down at her target, weapon sitting idly in her lap as she sighed.

"You sure don't look like much."

Jinx slipped off the ledge and landed on her feet just steps away from the mysterious stranger.

"But then again neither do I-" A wicked smirk crossed her features as the gun rose to rest on her shoulder.

[chaosburning]

@holyfailed said, "give me your hand. let me look at it."

alexis had a reputation amongst the club for being one of the most calm. time in the army taught him to set his emotions to the side and react to everything with thoughtful planning. it helped him get out of trouble a number of times, even moreso once he'd become a member in the las vegas charter. where some of his brothers let emotions control them, lex always kept a clear head.

so, when he'd hung up his cell and punched the closest wall everyone gave him a wide berth. voices came at him from all angles. a hand on his shoulder was brushed off before alexis went at the wall again. not his proudest moment but the emotions were too quick and too strong to come at from any other angle.

a day later, his knuckles looked like they'd seen the wrong end of a blender. jax mused about a possible fracture. stopping by the hospital to have it checked out was the last thing on the biker's mind. once he made sure jordan was safe then maybe, just maybe, he'd consider letting someone look at his hand.

" it's nothing, " he lied. the fingers holding out the black helmet tilted to the side to flash the damage. a breath later, alexis switches the hand he's holding it with in order to give jordan a better look at what he'd done. " clumsy me fell into a wall. i'm more worried about you. everything good? "

[tides-of-clarity]

There was somethings that were different and somethings that were common no matter where someone can be. Culture had a vast range. Though the common thing between every culture was someone getting scammed. Even though Capella was new to the area he can sniff people like this a mile away and would not stand for it. Is it risky? Yes, for sure since people are unpredictable so there was always cation when it came to how he approached. No matter how he was willing to try and help.

His day was suppose to be get off the train, go to the abroad home for the time being, and explore the city to get a feel of it food and people. More then half of that was done but when he was going to try find food he noticed a pyramid scam. Some of the most obvious but also one of the most sneaky ones a person can get trapped into. Nope he was not going to stand for this.

" Ya hara!", he yelled in his native tongue.

"No no they are not going to buy or sign up for anything. Shoo Shoo!"

Getting between the tall man he stood his ground with the scammer matching a death glare that can freeze hell. The stand down was long but Capella won the silent match in the end chasing away the scammer. Turning to face the younger he was already in lecture mode.

"That was a scam. You can not trust people like that. Never listen to sales or recruiters on the street. You have a nice face so you are target number one. Do you understand?"

@kisumitenderly

[pixc1s]

SLADE & INSU, @reddevilmcnt

wolf packs were scattered everywhere, one could throw a pebble and bound to hit a pack though insu had yet to be accepted into one, yet to find his place in this world and it had been weighing heavily on him to find one of his own. it got him out of the comforts of his apartment in the nearby city had him venturing and trekking through a forest where he had heard from whispers on the streets that a pack was requiting members. thus sparked hope in the young omega, he was getting up there in age and was yet to be claimed... still has his virginity in-tact which was unheard of for his age and species. omegas seeks the comfort of alphas during heats, usually for sexual relief but since his sex came in, he had spent all his heats alone and it had been miserable for him -- that's another reason he was seeking a pack just to have the comfort through one of his heats would be nice. nothing has to happen just the company of an alpha would be great.

founding the pack wasn't hard, no the issue came in that it wasn't a normal wolf pack it was one of only alphas which he wanted but not with the dark intentions of these wolves, they wanted something from him which he wasn't willingly to give away so freely thus the beating issued then the chase through the once magical woods, now had become something nightmare fuelling. what was worse was he was running deeper and deeper into the forest, he wasn't running to salvation of a lone road with a lingering car. no, the trees around him were getting taller and larger - certainly some are larger than his apartment building, his bare feet thundered against the ground as he continued to run. destination ? unknown.

just anywhere away from them.

how long had he been running ? it was definitely long enough that exhaustion was clamping around his chest, restricting him from being able to move at his original frantic pace, his legs were starting to become heavy in his stride. yet he kept pushing through it all, despite having long lost the scent of the alphas' strong scents which had turned to a rancid scent that he had never smelt before and never wants to smell again.

and so, he continued to run.

little cuts on his face had long since dried in blood, are no longer bleeding though he wasn't sure if that could be an indication of how time had passed. unwillingly insu's body disobey him and he fell to his knees from exhaustion finally take full hold of him, his hand clawed the rich earthy soils below though what he wanted to do was push up off the ground and run but he couldn't. he couldn't run any more. and so, with the little energy he had he crawled over to a toppled over tree, pressing his back on the cushion mossy ground below and not long after exhaling a shaky breath, everything went black.

[mimemirage]

oh charles. do they know i love them.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

What had started out as a friendly sparing session quickly turned into a heated competition, both men drenched in sweat and beginning to pant for breath. Each hit was soft to not do damage upon impact but still hard enough to feel. It was quickly becoming an intricate dance between them; punching, blocking, kicking, dodging, the occasional back flip. All woven together with a deadly amount of skill.

As time ticked by and exhaustion began to set in from the constant exertion, muscles becoming tired and limbs all that much heavier but still they pushed on, neither of them showing a willingness to relent. Remy leaned back to dodge a sharp jab to his jaw but left himself open to the leg sweep that Akihiro took full advantage of, suddenly on his back with the other was straddling his waist and his wrists pinned down on either side of his head.

“You shit.” The Cajun gasped with a smile, black and red eyes locked on him. Still lying on his back, he worked to catch his breath from their fight, trying to ignore the feel of the weight on his hips. “Are you goin' ta let me up? Or are you enjoyin' yourself up dere?”

@mutatiio

[amournfulelegy]

A misty morning, silent , quiet, cold. He moved through it like some silent creature of a forgotten tale. Not really material, not really pure energy either. He was attracted. The one from Suledin was faced with so many choices - and he had so many to give. It did not take much to find her , the herald of Andraste @prophetries . He stopped in his motion, hovering. He did not see the world as the humans did, he had been with the waking world for so long, whispering , twisting itself to comprehend the complexity of the real . It changed him. They said it twisted him, he disagreed. There was no malice in the offers he made, but those fragile beings were so quick to give him names and twist his vision even more.

This time, Imshael did not really take human form, there was no need to parade like he did at the keep. Choice , much like anything took the shape one wanted. A man, a woman , talked a certain way, acted a certain way. All of it was just a refined mimicing of something Imshael would never understand fully. "You have much choice in front of you , herald. " he whispered. He was still a mist in the morning, a whisper in the ear. "What is it ..that calls me here ? What choice is pending in your mind ...I can help you choose. " he continued. Much like at the Keep, there was no menace in his voice.

[sanamartens]

WHO — closed starter for @jacksonmadavi WHERE — vim's WHEN — one late afternoon

Vim’s hadn’t changed; she'd noticed it the few times she'd popped in there. It was the kind of place that made people feel at home—though Sana had never been the homey type. She adjusted the sleeve of her mesh top, shifting her weight as she waited, already annoyed that she had to stand there and wait so long. She wasn't above eating at Vim's, she just preferred places with better lighting and a sommelier on standby. Footsteps sounded behind the counter, and she barely glanced up, ready to place an order and be done with it — until she actually saw him. Oh. Her gaze flicked over him, slow and deliberate, taking in the same sharp jaw, the same stormy blue eyes, the same familiar smirk that had one made her want to kiss him and slap him in the same breath. Jackson. Here. Still? Sana let the moment stretch, let the recognition settle in the space between them, before her lips curled into a smirk, all sweet venom and sharp amusement, as per usual. "Well," she drawled, giving him a good once over as her lips slowly stretched into a knowing smile, "isn't this a blast from the past?!"

[maevepeters]

who: maeve peters + elijah grayson ( @smthliminal ) where: nirvana, early day

Maeve wasn’t great at saying thank you with words—not in the way that mattered, not when something actually meant something. So instead, she showed up at Elijah’s work with a Tupperware full of still-warm cookies, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot as she waited for him to come out of the back. When he finally emerged, she held the container out like a peace offering. “Before you say anything—yes, I know this is kind of corny,” she admitted, rolling her eyes at herself. “But considering you quite literally saved my ass the other night, I figured you deserved more than just a half-assed ‘thanks.’" She hesitated, then smirked. “Besides, I wasn’t sure if beer or whiskey was your thing, so… baked goods felt like a safe bet.”