#I need to archive my blog too. hm

[acheronist]

how did you start learning tattooing? what made you want to try it?

ohh... hm. Well. Okay to be so honest and short and easy with you I was really depressed and having my quarter life crisis and so I picked it up as a way to try and get myself back on track with like. being alive + doing something semi-meaningful with my life lol

here's the longer detail stuff that I fear is a bit too tenderhearted to just have out in the open

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near the end of last year (november-ish) I was yapping with a friend of mine from art school who ended up getting into tattooing after we had graduated, and explaining that i didn't like how publishing illustration was treating me and i felt like i was spinning my wheels and going nowhere. so she really encouraged me to give tattooing a shot? because I needed to do something different and she thought my art style could be really well suited for tattooing... and ofc i've been tangentially aware of tattoo culture but i was always kind of too scared that I wasn't like........ GOOD OR COOL ENOUGH? FOR IT? it seemed very intense and like there wasn't going to be room for me yknow. but anyways after talking with my friend i started doing a lot of research about like.. the history of tattoo culture and how techniques developed over the centuries and what are the popular styles now and what modern health/safety expectations of tat artists are now etc. just kind of taking it all in. following a lot of artists on social media etc and talking to my friend about what her apprenticeship entailed... but I bought myself a shitty cheap tattoo kit online in december and spent most of december-february just trying to teach myself how to handle a rotary pen machine and get a feel for it? and basically spent all of my time either playing around with my machine and fake practice skins or drawing or researching about tattoo history. and then in february/march I redid my whole portfolio with some neo trad designs + my other illust work and started visiting some local shops and basically just begging for 15 minutes to talk to someone in the industry and figure out if I was hopeless or not lmaooo. I went to about five shops and got soundly rejected / turned down from all of them, so I was really taking it as a sign that I should give up? but then the last shop I was going to try was like. idk it felt different and way more optimistic than everywhere else I'd tried at.... the artists on break at the time all took a chance to look thru my portfolio and talk to me, the shop owner is an angel, and so we went from "can I just ask for your professional opinion on if I suck at this or not" to getting introduced to everyone as they were working like "this is isabel she's gonna be our new apprentice!😊" which was!!!!!! CRAZY.

and so it took about two weeks after that before one of the more experienced artists in the shop was like 🙄 Fine I will teach another fucking apprentice I guess. Whatever. and I was like oh no he hates me. (turns out there's some shop lore about how awful the last apprentice was and everyone was kind of waiting to see if I'd turn out the same way) so I've just been working really hard ever since to prove I'm serious and now I'm everyone's favorite little idiot in my shop eheheh

but yeah! so I've been apprenticing officially in my shop since the end of march!!! just learning and trying to be helpful for my artists and trying to take it on the chin that I'm brand new and still learning and have a long way to go yet without getting miserable about it... but I feel very optimistic and way better now than I did in december, and everyone in my shop is soooo so kind and encouraging of my progress it really does feel like... Oh there is hope for me after all!

but yeah anyways. I just wanted to have an archive of my work as I progress and improve? so now everyone who follows my stupid ass blog has to bear witness to me being slightly bad at tattooing for months yet xoxoxo

[ao3sbatfamily]

Hi idk if you remember me but hi hello :) I disappeared for a while bc I got hit with a depressive episode and then got my first job (I’m stressed out of my MIND)

Wanted to see if you had any Tim and Damian bonding oneshots?

And idk if self promotion is allowed or not (I totally get if it isn’t) but I wrote a thing about a week ago:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54799255

I knew you'd be back! The blogs gotten bigger, so it might take longer for me to reply. Anyways, I woke up today needing fluff and your fic gave it to me. Thank you.

'Middle Child Problems' by HoneyDewed_LemonDrops

Author: @honeydewedlemons

“You’re a middle child, dipshit,” Jason says when Tim brings it up. Tim just blinks slowly, the way he always does when things take too long to process. “You went from only child, to youngest child, to middle child. And now you don’t know what the fuck to do.”

Jason had never been particularly… genius-y in the sense that most people would know. But, but. He never would’ve made it if he didn’t know people in a way that people didn’t even know themselves. Tim and Bruce, the detectives, could never really do that. Bruce was better at it, somewhat. He could read a case file and build a list of the most probable aspects of personality, but he could never quite understand the way that Jason could.

“Oh my God. You’re fuckin’ jealous,” Jason says, breaking Tim out of his momentary reverie. He waved his form around in Tim’s general direction, and Tim rolled his eyes.

“I’m not jealous,” He insists, but God. “I just- have you seen the way they interact? Neither of us ever got that chance with Dick. It’s not his fault, obviously, but—,” he cuts himself off because. Yeah. He is.

(Restricted) Damian's Duckling by sElkieNight60

Author: @selkienight60

“It seems almost sacrilegious to call you anything other than ‘Timothy,’ Damian mutters to the bird, amused.

Timothy, fluffy and gorgeous, was trapped in a drain when Damian found him outside Gotham Academy on an overcast afternoon. Though he had hunted for the baby duck’s parents for a good thirty minutes, running himself late for Alfred, he had eventually concluded that the parents had left the poor thing behind.

Newly dubbed ‘Timothy’ ignores him, preferring the moistened mixture of food and water Damian has provided.

“Perhaps,” Damian continues, unfurling his legs until they lay prone with the carpet, his back pressed up against the solid bed frame. “That is a secret we can keep between just the two of us, hm?”

Gingerly, he reaches out a finger and begins to stroke the bird. When Timothy doesn’t protest Damian tries with his whole hand. It melts his heart how trusting the duckling is, leaning into the warmth of his palm.

“You are not very much like your namesake,” he comments aloud, running a thumb over soft feathers. “Although, I made… mistakes when I first met Drake, if I am to be honest with you.”

Cupping the bird in one hand and drawing him out of the box, Damian brings him close to his chest.

[unionizedwizard]

don't. mind me 👍

i guess it's just. well. i feel a lot better these days, i only have to make sure to (ffxiv momence) look to the future and let go of the past, which is fun because i can literally not think about anything that happened between 1998 and, like, 2022 without Experiencing Extreme, Localized Endsinger-sponsored Despair and Pain. And also, technically 2018-2022 is not that bad of a period compared to the previous decades, but it's got its own specific flavor of Unsettling, because 1) I Forgor. like i literally forgot 90% of this time period. 2) every time i talk to my friends (who knew me back then) they mention something i said/did during these years and it feels. So wildly out of character. Like "he would not fucking say that" except that i apparently did, and i have no recollection of anything but i'll have to take their word for it, and it's. hm. terrifying! It's like my body was piloted by another consciousness for, like, 4 years straight, i forgot all the books i've read, all the new people i've met, most of the conversations i've had, pretty much all i remember (sort of) clearly is my cats, and even then the timeline is extremely blurry. I know it's a widespread and rather normal phenomenon to look back on your past self and feel like they're a stranger, lost to you now, but i cannot stress enough how literal this is for me. I really feel like i've been replaced by a doppelganger for four years. My blog (main) is, i think, more recent than that because i remember deactivating at some point so ive lost a lot of archives, but even then, when i scroll back several years, i mostly have no idea what 80% of my posts are about and have no memory of anything

But on the other hand, ive felt basically as if i was my 20yo self again since 2022. Extremely weird. I had this.... weird.... merging.... memory.... moment on august 1st 2022 and when i woke up i *was* the person who lay down To Die For Real in april 2018. it was. so confusing for so very long. i knew where i was because i was living in the same place and woke up in the same bed i'd been lying in back then, but everything else was ????. it even took time to adapt to my CATS, i only remembered catgar for a bit since he was there in 2018

and the weirdest thing was that suddenly, memories i couldnt access for four years (2018-2022), and specifically knowledge i couldnt recall during this time period... suddenly came back. clear as day. for four years i'd been trying to remember pretty much everything i'd read and learned in my philosophy classes in uni, and it didnt work, even trying to read the books themselves didnt work because everything felt blurry and nonsensical and illegible. this was one of the reasons i had to give up on my philosophy major when i went back to uni in september 2018. and then suddenly, after "i" (this self who had been to university as a philosophy major) woke up in august 2022, i could remember everything i'd studied from 2015-2018, with astonishing clarity. i didnt even need to make an effort, words and ideas came back to me spontaneously and everything made sense again! but on the other hand, pretty everything i had read and studied in uni (as a comparative literature major) from 2018-2022 was Lost. blurry and nonsensical and flat-out Forgotten to this day. and i still hold (some) memories from this time too, so it's really strange to try and make everything make sense. truly like two badly mixed set of memories/selves having to cohabit, on a daily basis

anyway that's not what i meant to say in the first place. but something that's becoming... more and more pressing, and real, these days (more of a long, months-long process) is that. well. i remember so much of my childhood and teen years, with such perfect clarity, and i've only told a tiny fraction of these memories to friends (and usually expunged from actual emotional weight. comedic deflection is my middle name). and i know i need to stop talking about these awful, terrible, sordid stories at all because it doesn't... do anything good. it hurts people who hear them, usually they can't stand it too (understandably so), and it is true that it makes me feel worse, but. and that's the problem. then why. what was it all for. will it all simply be ignored, denied, and then forgotten after i die with no one to remember about it? not only did i not get the most basic nurturing most people get (as infants!), which is actively ruining my life to this day, and which effects can only be somewhat lessened over time (if *i* put in the effort, which is. exhausting AND unfair to boot), not only did i lack these basic foundations... but i have to hollow myself out of whatever *is* there, too, for both my sake and others'? what then will remain of me? a ghost of a ghost, emptied out of all the filth and pain and poison at best, like i was simply born as a 25 years old? i never felt like an actual human person to begin with! the alienation is as old as i am!

I already forgot and was alienated from my 20 to 24 years old self, and i should also... simply ignore and repress and keep quiet everything else that i've experienced my whole life? This feels so unfair! My memories are the only thing testifying to this injustice, everyone else simply is rewriting the truth to make it convenient and comfortable (mother's side), or flatly ignoring everything out of a sense of unease (guilt?) (father's side). Should one simply erase this child from the world at all? From reality? From collective memory? It's not the child's fault their very presence brings suffering and discomfort to anyone who even glimpses them. And why should we keep ignoring them? And yet it *is* the best option. So really, what was it all for? There's no possible closure or understanding or justice or retribution or forgiveness or revenge, should i simply pretend none of this ever existed? There is no justice in this world, and i don't even know what form a possible justice could take in an ideal world, and i don't believe in heaven or anything like that, and i'm tired of looking to the future without having any kind of secure network and having to rely on myself only for everything and trust in my own resilience, but also this can never be remedied and i know it (don't "found family" me please) and it's just like.

how do you live with the knowledge that nobody ever came to your help, nobody rescued you or even tried to, you had to do it all yourself, and this can never be changed or helped, and if you look to the past it will only burden and destroy you further as well as harm the people who now care about you and are in your life, and you can't fix anything and the only way is forward, and erasing your entire childhood self, your memories (the good mixed with the bad) is the only way to keep on living? should i have to erase myself to have the faintest hope to live? i'm a hollowed-out mind in the best days, when this can be construed as lightness. is this fair? is this fair? is this fair?

[pikmininaplane]

cletho and treebark for the bingo ? 👉👈

Bingo game yippie!

Dare I say the two ships that got me into the Life Series? Because. yeag <3

So like. If you dug through the archives of my blog you'd see that I'd already reblogged Cletho fanart in like late 2023. And also if you dug through one of the Discord servers I was in back when the QSMP was falling apart you'd see that I joked about moving on to the Hermitcraft fandom and watching Cleo and Etho's POVs because they were blorbos-in-law to me. So like. I guess their vibe was just so good it reached me years before I got into the Life Series <3

But yeah I love them ough,,, they have such good chemistry?? Divorced and remarried and the second time's working out... Their short-lived duo towards the end of Last Life, when they were two of the last yellows, was everything to me, so I was so happy to see that they teamed up during Secret Life <3 And then there's the immensely funny move of getting assigned divorced parents during LimLife like yeah man. Sure TT Still don't even know where that came from, I've gotta watch Cleo's POV,,,

They've got this balance where they're both independant enough to not be codependant but close enough to want to rely on each other... They both have their badass moments and their wet cat moments... They're on the same wavelength for so much of Secret Life – going "we're not gonna win so let's have fun with it" together, Cleo cheering on Etho for doing his first arson vs Etho cheering on Cleo for getting their first Warden... Etho being told "Cleo's included in the deal" and immediately going "You're not taking Cleo D:<" oughhh!!! I love them.

Bingooo 🗣️

Yes seeing your many posts and reblogs about them is one of the major reasons why I finally jumped in and started watching Third Life. Yes I think I wouldn't have pushed through 3L had it not been for the two of them. Whateverrr 🙄 /silly

Nah but they fr matched each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public... I'm fond of king/knight ships by definition and they really got it down pat huh!! "I'm totally going to betray him eventually" says guy who is about to die on the battlefield for his king. Ok man. Yeah sure call each other "my liege" and "hand" uh huh. Cut his head off at his demand. Whatever man. Literally whatever (deeply affected). "Most codependant bitches on earth" is a euphemism these guys can't live without each other!!! "Enable the worst of each other" and by the worst I mean theater kid tendencies and allegiance to the bit <3

That's not even accounting for Last Life and Wild Life like man. Imagine being so profoundly affected by your knight's unconditional devotion to you that once you're reborn you choose to make yourself in his image and adopt the role he once played for you. And then you find each other again and end up having a secret alliance unbeknownst to his actual teammates. Sure. Ok.

And WILD LIFE??? Ren coming back with a literal "I can fix him mindset"? Living the cottagecore life together?? The fucking. "Did we get married?" "I mean I did behead you"??? And fucking Martren too???????? Yeah man fuckin' go ahead and fuse your DNA with your dead boyfriend's, resulting in an abomination whose express purpose is to serve and defend. YEAH. HM-HM. NO BIG DEAL.

Just thinking about them gives me a damn headache like there's only so many ways a ship can express devotion to each other before you start needing to strangle them with your bare hands (/pos). "?" for "there's no way this will end well" because. Well. Death games. But I do think they could work out with a lotttt of effort. Not 3L Treebark though these guys are extra doomed <3

[damnfandomproblems]

Since one ask in response to Problem #4927 has generated several replies in a short time, I've decided to consolidate the ones I've received into one post.

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Anon:

You know when you see an ask that's so off the mark, and you wonder to yourself hm, which of the blogs I recently blocked for having 'proship dni' in their bio (because no reasonable and properly informed person would have that in their bio) could this be? This. This is that ask

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Anon:

I wish I could block people who send anons to other blogs because sometimes the take is just so misguided don't even want to try unpackong it

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Anon:

Most people seem to agree this is an ice cold take, but I want to add this too (without assigning blame to anyone who does this, since there isn't actually anything blameworthy about the example): I think part of the problem with all these people (including anon) thinking proship means "I ship (thing)" is bolstered by the fact a ton of people who ship certain uncomfortable, or controversial, dynamics often have "proship" in big words at the top of their blog. And anyone who sees this ends up conflating "proship" with "I ship (thing)"... Even though the causation is actually the inverse. As in, they ship (thing), so why wouldn't they be proship, a stance that says ship and let ship? Would be awfully dumb if they weren't. Meanwhile, a lot of proship people who don't really have controversial or dark or whatever else ships tend to not have "proship" at the top of their blogs, which just solidifies the conflation of "proship" meaning "I ship (thing)". Some do, but most don't. But like another commenter said, I feel like we might need to just move away from buzzwords all together, because clearly people won't stop trying to repackage what they mean, and or misinterpret them based on first-glance, passing observations. That second part is mainly why I think "proship", while the root is pretty damn self-explanatory, still confuses people.

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Anon:

"stop calling yourself a proshipper if you only like mix-raced and other such safe stuff," Okay, two questions: 1. Do you realize mixed race ships are actually super controversial and dangerous to ship, because some antis will say you're either fetishizing (even if you're not), or accuse you of "tokenizing" a non-white character by shipping them with a white character? 2. What are your parameters for what qualifies as "safe"? Because you're already showing one of the biggest anti (or pro-censorship, if you really don't want to use "fandom words") hypocrisies in the book: attacking certain subject matter while giving other kinds of subject matter, which are arguably just as taboo, a free pass. For instance, most antis don't bat an eye about shipping Hannibal and Will Graham (Hannibal NBC series) because that, despite the plethora of physical and mental abuse, is just that. It's not sexual taboo, just every other kind of taboo. So I ask, what are your parameters for what is "safe"? Because chances are, they will either be contradictory in some way, or just make no sense.

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Anon:

["Make a new term" fucking lol. Should proshippers go make their own Ao3, too?] My reaction exactly, lol. Also, for anyone who didn't already know: AO3 literally was created by proshippers. One person actually shipped Wincest and Thorki, and wanted a censorship-free (within the confines of US law, obviously) space to archive that stuff. Hence AO3 was born. The people who made AO3 are now middle aged or nearly there, and aren't going to take your shit. So in that sense, it's more like: listen up, all you annoying-ass censorship-happy babies: AO3's source code is public, it's all there, you're free to make your own space, if you don't like the one WE created, then YOU came barging into, then YOU started screaming about containing stuff you didn't like.

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Anon:

I am a fandom oldie and I miss when "proship" and "anitship" were just terms used in fandom with no deeper meaning. You could be both a "proship" and "antiship" person simultaneously because it was a ship by ship basis. I miss when they literally just meant "I like this ship" and "I do not like this ship". No argument on morality one way or the other. No harassment. Just people loving their fictional characters' dynamics and enjoying them with other people. Example: a NaruHina proshipper meant you shipped Naruto and Hinata for any reson (maybe you liked their chemistry). A NaruHina antishipper meant you probably not only didn't like the ship, but were actively against it for some reason (could be any reason like you shipped NaruSaku or something, that you didn't like their dynamic, or any other reason). It wasn't about the ship being "problematic" or whatever. It was just a personal feeling.

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Anon:

For Christ’s sake, a lot of issues could be solved with a Google search (proship means anti-harassment, anti-censorship, ship and let ship) or just blocking and moving on. Or just resolving misunderstandings instead of leaving dirty laundry out in public. I do not use the proship label. I am very against censorship, hence the meaning of the label, but I’m not slapping a label on myself that essentially boils down to, “I don’t like this, so I’m not gonna look at it/imma block people or tags because I don’t like it” and then moving on. And because ironically, people who have easy access to the internet where, again, Google is free, will slap on a false accusation on me over fiction. And that is something I do not want to deal with. Before someone goes, “I have been harassed by proshippers more than antis,” those people are NOT proshippers, those were actual antis. Or alternatively, “there was a kid that got groomed by proshippers,” again, those people are NOT proshippers, those are predators. Again, Google is free, look up terms, and wash the bias you have for specific people out of your eyes and out of your ears. Use your critical thinking skills.

[drarryloadingdot3]

drarry loading…

Hello to anyone reading this!

This Drarry themed blog was created by me a few days ago, in a fit of both inspiration and desperation 🫶

• ~•~ •

To start off with a little something about me! You can call me Dorothea, which is my Tumblr name! (Nicknames such as Dot and Dee are okay!)

I am a minor, under the age of 18 and 14+. That’s all you really need to know, for now 😁 I use she/her pronouns, and I’m LGBTQIA+ and proud of it. If you have issues with that, why are you even here, reading the intro post of a Drarry themed blog?

… get out of here, queerphobes 😘

Okay, so! I recently made myself an account on Archive of our own, more commonly known as ✨Ao3✨, in the hopes of starting to post my own works on there. I have countless ideas already and have had them for a while now. They’re stored safely in the mess which is my forgetful brain, and a few of them also in my Notes app (I bet they all take up about half of my storage by now, haha 😅).

Earlier, I have had no way of posting them anywhere, since I am not allowed any form of social media 😬 No, I’m technically not allowed not Tumblr either, and not Ao3 (aren’t strict parents just so lovely?)

But I’m extremely tired of having my creativity limited because of this, so you know what? I’ve decided I don’t really care anymore! 😜

And here I am now, planning a huge project… I don’t know if I’ll ever achieve this dream, but I am willing to try my best. If you are willing to follow me on that journey, stay tuned and bear with me! 👇🏻

What I have in mind is a Drarry fanfiction, a story playing out post-war in Draco and Harry’s eighth year at Hogwarts. What I like most about my idea is that it has loads of plot, not just fluff and smut for the sake of the relationship working out. No, this story will be more than that, and I’m so excited at the thought of sharing it with other people! 🥰

I am quite torn on a few points at the moment. I am so afraid of forgetting about this whole idea, which would be devastating to say the least, because I have huge parts of the story already planned out in my head! But I’m also scared that if I share too much details this early on in the process, people might steal a bit or perhaps all of my theories to use for their own fanfics. As for now, I really want to write this thing myself, but if I can’t manage to do so I might request someone else to write it for me in the future. Hm, well, that’s a question for another day. If I suddenly lose all motivation 🤷‍♀️

There are a lot of flaws in this plan, just so y’all know. I need to figure out where to write my story (my storage is full as it is… 😬👍), and I need to properly figure Ao3 out. I need to make sure people find this blog, so to anyone who reads this, please reblog to share with others! I am often struggling with motivation to write, to do pretty much anything. I go to school and also have singing lessons and band practice many days of the week. So yeah, my schedule is pretty full. I have no idea how I’ll manage to find the time to write my fic, and I also don’t know what might happen to my account or even my access to a phone. Writing this fic will be risky, I will lose motivation and take long breaks, probably, I will need to find time to write where there is none… ugh, it’ll be tricky, to say the least.

What I need most of all from whoever is ready to follow me on this journey, is lots and lots of patience. There might be days where I yap and you don’t want to read, there might be months where you don’t hear from me at all. But please know I’m trying ☺️ And if anyone has any writing tips to share, especially tips on how to take time to write, how to layout a writing schedule and how to not lose motivation, feel free to share whenever! Thank you in advance 🙏

I don’t know, this fic and this blog might be a shot in the dark… I’m praying that someone will see this and gain interest.

Here’s a poll for you! I will give it one week. If the poll below shows positive responses and gets many votes, I might even share a few snippets of my writing in a near future! Just so you all know exactly what it is you’re signing up for… if my past teachers and my mother are to trust, my writing is actually not that bad 🙃

If I’m happy with the responses I get from this poll, I will share some of my writing and also make new polls! I will share more about what my fic idea is about, and soon enough I will actually begin my project!

[officialtayley]

God you're far more patient than me, Ash. Like...are anon messages to a Tayley stan blog the best place for discourse, maybe yes maybe no, it's a good conversation to me have but jeeeeez. Always jarring seeing people find ways to excuse and justify themselves not condemning little war crimes lmao.

So, to mix it up a little, please feel free to answer all or some (or simply none of the following haha if you've answered them before or just don't want to):

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1) When did you first become aware of Paramore?

2) When did you first see Paramore live/how many times have you?

3) What other artists/bands do you listen to a lot? Maybe...top 5 (no particular order)

4) Do you have any pets? Talk about them (if you want)

5) What was the last new-to-you film, TV show and book you watched/read?

6) What was your favourite moment from running this blog before their relationship was official? I wasn't here then but reading Kels' archive makes me so jealous of how fun and mad it all seemed whenever a new scrap of content arrived haha.

7) If you woke up tomorrow looking like Hayley and couldn't dye your hair (except to refresh it), which hair era would you want?

8) If you had half an hour with Hayley, what would you want to talk about?

That's all I can think of but hopefully it'll give you SOMETHING different to talk/think about!! 🫡🌻

i was saving this so now i shall answer :) the questions were very fun to answer i loved this so much, thank you!! 🖤

1) 2007! that is how long i have been a fan too :)

2) 27th september 2013. overall i have seen them live 4 times! i also saw halfnoise in 2017 and met zac

3) seventeen, jungkook, iu, eminem, billie eilish. honourable mention to taeyeon tho!

4) i don't have any pets. i had a dog (german shepherd) called sam, we had him before i was born so when i came along he was super protective, when i was baby he was always by my crib and stuff and as i was growing up if i needed help when walking or walking down the stairs at our back door (they had no railing) he'd always stand by my side so i could hold him, and then as i grew up too he always slept in my room or on my bed. he passed though in 2005 or 2006? so sad i miss him he was the best. i had another dog after that (yorkshire terrier) and i called him marmite but he was too hyperactive and aggressive so we ended up having to give him to a friend.

5) um..... i don't know. i watched barbie but that was new to everyone. vincenzo (kdrama) is the only thing that comes to mind since i only got into kdramas last year and it came out in 2021. some other things, not new to me but hey i wanna share, little women (kdrama), extraordinary attorney woo (kdrama) and a business proposal (kdrama), the first two were so incredible, the last one was silly but it was a fun time.

6) my fave moment.... the date at the gallery in oct 2018. also LA nov 2018. it was a party over here it was so fun each time. obvs they were dating then but majority of the fanbase still hating tayley shippers and that's what tayley were up to..... incredible time.

7) self titled. granted her personal life was a mess but she went thru 2726267227 hair styles and colours and i think it would be fun

8) hm.... well id like to tell her about finding paramore in 2007 during the literal worst year is my whole life and how it really helped me as a 10 year have something to turn to when i was going through something very traumatic. id also like to pick her brain over some lyrics on ffv so i can understand them properly finally, and hm..... idk what else

[starrysky28]

The Times We Were Together: Chapter 1

Series Title: "The Times We Were Together"

Series Summary: After the Raccoon City incident, Claire, Sherry and Leon start living together, where they share many memories and moments with each other.

Chapter Title: "Aftermath"

Rating: T

Words: 2,339

Warnings: Blood, Graphic Descriptions

*A/N: Was a little hesitant to post this over here since I don't have a lot of RE content on my blog currently since I'm a new fan, but here ya go. First fic in 6+ months, woo!*

The sound of jingling keys could be heard from inside the narrow hallway of the apartment complex. After a few seconds, a door labeled "A13" opens up with a click.

"Well, this is the place...", A man by the name of Leon Kennedy sighed exhaustively.

Behind him were two other people, a brunette with tattered clothes and dried blood on her skin, and a smaller, much younger girl, probably no older than ten. She too had a fair share of grime covering her as well. 

"Sorry, I know it's a little small, but by all means, make yourselves at home", Leon, who actually had a rather large wound on his right shoulder, continued on.

Many would probably wonder: 'What the heck happened to these guys?'. Many also wouldn't expect the answer to be 'zombie apocalypse' either, however. Which is exactly what went down just a few towns away in Raccoon City.

The three of them stumbled into his dimly-lit apartment, which was not only small, but also a bit unkept. Almost as if he hadn't expected to have people over.

"One of you should probably shower first, I need to try tending to this wound before it gets worse", Leon offered, carefully planting himself onto the sofa.

"Sherry, why don't you go first. I'll help you out at first if you need it", The older of the two girls bent over, matching the height of the younger one.

"A-Are you sure, Claire?", She stammered.

"Of course, you've been through quite a bit today", Claire insisted.

Sherry was silent for a few moments before she piped up quietly, "Okay..."

A few minutes passed after the girls left the living room. Leon, after attempting to disinfect his wound, laid his head back and listened to the soothing sound of the water jets from the shower. It wasn't long before he began to feel sleepy...

That was until Leon heard the door to the bathroom open and close, making him practically shoot up from where he was sitting.

"Okay, I've got her settled in I think...you holding up in here okay?", Claire asked him.

"U-Uh, yeah...I'm doing alright", he lied, as if he wasn't falling asleep about a minute ago.

Claire smiles softly as she goes over and sits down beside him, the first time he'd seen her smile since they'd met less than a day ago.

"That's good", she says.

Leon smiles back at her and stares for a few seconds before catching himself.

"Oh, uh, I should probably get started on this", he replies, swiftly reaching for the first aid kit that was leaned up against the sofa.

"Ack!", he winced, suddenly grabbing at his wounded shoulder.

Claire grabbed the first aid kit out of his hands, "Here, let me help with that"

By this point, Leon had already stripped off all of his police gear and was only wearing pants and an undershirt. As Claire began unwrapping the gauze and bandages to protect the wound, she began to get slightly distracted by his features.

Like how his dirty-blond locks fell into his face, his ocean-blue eyes, and not to mention his muscular build. Despite only being on the force for a day, he probably had to go through a ton of hard training.

"Er..Claire?"

"Yeah?"

"...I think that's enough bandages", Leon chuckled lightly, referring to the long mess that had been rolled onto the floor.

Claire nodded in response, "Oh! Heh, right!"

She rolled the extra bandages up into the roll in a circular motion until there was just enough there for her to slowly and gently wrap them around his shoulder. 

"Can I ask you something, Leon?"

"Hm?"

"What made you want to become a cop anyway?", Claire questioned.

"Well...", he sighed heavily.

"I didn't know what I wanted to do for a while, but...If I had to be honest, after my parents were killed I became rather fascinated with solving crime I guess"

"...Oh", Claire sat in shock, as it was quite a lot to take in.

"Sorry. I probably shouldn't have brought that up"

Claire tried to reassure him, "It's alright...My brother and I lost our parents about five years ago now. Crazy how it happens, right?"

"Yeah...", Leon replied in almost a whisper.

There was nothing but silence between the two for a minute or two, the only sound being the shower running in the next room over.

"Sherry should almost be done with her shower now, would you mind if I went next?", she asks him.

"I don't mind at all"

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By the time the three of them finished taking turns in the only shower in Leon's apartment, it was starting to get pretty late.

"So I'm afraid the only actual bed here is my own. Though, the couch in the living room pulls out into a bed", He says.

Claire looks around, "Sherry and I can take the pullout couch If its big enough for two people"

"Hmm, let me check"

A section of the medium-sized couch unhooks and extends out with a groan, revealing a mattress that was much too small to fit the weight of two people. The trio stands there above it, probably thinking that they should have just stayed at a motel for the night instead. That probably would have been the case if they had any sort of money on them to begin with.

"Y'know what? Why don't I take the couch. I know for a fact my bed is big enough for the two of you", Leon offered.

"Are you sure? It is your bed, Leon", Sherry speaks up in a soft, yet insistent voice.

"Don't worry about me. Personally, I think we all just deserve to get some rest tonight", he replies.

Sherry and Claire shoot each other a glance.

Leon yawns softly and sits himself down on the pullout mattress, "If you guys need anything at all, don't hesitate to come get me, okay?"

"Of course", Claire nods.

"Same goes for you, Leon"

...

About an hour had passed since the group had retired for the night, and despite being tired beforehand, Leon found himself unable to sleep. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he wasn't used to not sleeping in his own bed, or the tight firmness of the mattress itself. 

It wasn't like he was that picky about where he slept, obviously. Maybe, the most likely reason was because of the horrific events of the day. Things the man of twenty one had never witnessed before, even after what had happened to his parents.

The tossing and turning soon stopped on its own, and Leon found himself falling into a rather uncomfortable sleep...

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Leon awoke to the rustling of early fall leaves outside.

Strange. He  could have sworn he kept the windows closed that night. He opened his eyes and sat up from where he went to sleep the night before, and that's when he realized.

The windows of his low-lit apartment had been cracked and broken, glass strewn across the floor. Not only that, but the place looked like a hurricane had blown through it.

Someone must have broken in, of course. Right?

But what about Claire and Sherry? Were they hurt? What if they were hurt?!

Leon shot up from the pullout couch and ran into the bedroom.

No.

NO.

If the living room was destroyed, then the bedroom was worse. Curtains and sheets had been ripped, mangled and bloody,  just like the deceased bodies of the two girls in question. 

There was no doubt about it by just looking at them, the zombies had gotten to them, and they soon would become one of them too.

Leon dropped to his knees. This couldn't be. It just didn't make sense. How could it have been them and not him too? More importantly, why wasn't he there to stop it?

He had failed to protect them.

He felt himself spiraling into madness at that very moment. He wanted to scream so badly, but he couldn't, and the more he tried to, the more he felt like he was suffocating himself.

In the midst of it all, the room then quite literally began to spin.

Faster.

And faster.

...

Leon suddenly gasped awake, eyes widened and soaked in sweat. He frantically looked around the room, all the while trying to catch his breath. However, after about a minute his mind was able to stop and slow down just a little bit.

There was no broken glass from the windows, and the area had been left the way it was when he had gone to sleep. He stared at the analog clock above him, whose hands read out "3:40am". 

He quietly got up from the couch, his heart still pounding in his chest, and peered into the bedroom, where the door was left slightly ajar. It was hard to see in the dark room, but it appeared that Claire and Sherry were still asleep, holding each other close. It was more or less amusing how Sherry was able to latch on to Claire as a mother figure so quickly. In fact, it was actually quite adorable.

Leon sighed in relief. So it was just a dream after all.

He then sped silently into the bathroom and flicked on the light. The only sounds that could be heard were the loud whirring fan and splashes of water from the sink, feeling cold and refreshing on Leon's hot-flushed face.

He slicked back his bangs and closed his eyes, taking a deep, heavy breath.

Then, a quiet voice was heard, "Leon?"

The man in question swiveled around with a jolt, "Geez, Claire. Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry...", she half-whispered, staring down at the floor.

Claire then locked eyes with the disheveled man, whose old, baggy sweatshirt she had worn to bed that night, "...I thought I heard you get up and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay"

Leon sighed once more, "Yeah, I guess you could say I'm alright..."

"Just a bad dream I guess", he began to laugh at himself.

He felt so pathetic in that moment. There was nothing more uncomfortable to him than showing vulnerability, especially towards those he was initially trying to help. So he was nothing more than surprised when Claire pulled him into a gentle, reassuring hug.

It was actually one of the first times he'd received a genuine hug in many years. Due to this, he had begun to feel almost a little emotional.

"It's okay. We're okay now", she comforts him.

Claire pulls away for a second and notices the tears in the rookie officer's eyes, "You've been so strong. We all have"

The tears were now streaming down his soft cheeks. Leon lays his head on her shoulder.

After a few minutes pass, which feels like hours, the two finally let go.

"Why don't you stay with us, you'll feel more safe that way", Claire says.

"Okay", he replies with a nod.

...

Leon laid in his bed, nervous from laying next to his female companion (could he even consider her that?), and he could still hear the sound of the fall crickets from outside, even with all the windows closed.

"Hey", Claire whispered to him.

He sat slightly upward, "Hm?"

"Come here", she signaled to him.

He slid over towards her, where he had a set of arms swiftly wrap around his torso. Leon's body stiffened for a while, before finally relaxing, the soft sounds of breathing from Claire and Sherry eventually lulling him back to sleep.

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Leon awoke that next morning to the streams of sunlight beaming through the closed curtains of his bedroom and the ringing of the telephone.

He could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation, but he was awake enough to hear that Claire was the one talking.

"...Yes?"

"Are you sure, Chris?"

"Thank you so much, that'd be great!"

"Okay...Bye now!"

*click*

For the next few minutes, the sound of talking could be heard between Claire and assumably Sherry, most likely making breakfast. They sounded quite excited. Finally, Leon got up to see what all the excitement was even about.

The two were laughing as he walked out of the bedroom, "What's so funny?"

"Oh! Good Morning, Leon. We made breakfast!", Sherry smiled.

"Looks great! Did you make it all yourself?", he teased.

She laughs, pouring heapings of eggs, toast, and bacon onto three separate plates, "Ah, no. I had a little help from Claire" 

"I hope we didn't wake you up, we tried to be quiet about our excitement", Claire said apologetically.

"Not at all. What was all the excitement about, anyway?"

"Well...You remember how I told you about my brother, right?", she began.

"Yes"

"He offered us a place to stay about an hour or two from here. That way, we'll be completely safe"

"That's wonderful news, Claire!", Leon smiles.

"Though, one other thing...", she interrupts.

"Oh?"

Claire suddenly grabs his hands, "We want you to come too!"

Leon was hesitant, "Oh, but I-...Um.."

"Don't worry about your apartment, Leon. Claire told me that Chris's house is muuuch bigger!", Sherry butted in.

Claire stuttered slightly, "Feel free to think about it if you wa-"

"Sure", he said, barely even thinking for a second about how nicer a house would be than a crummy apartment.

"Yay!!", Sherry cheered.

"We're gonna be like one big family!"

Leon and Claire looked over at her at the same time, "Wait...'family'?"

"Yeah, is...that not what we are now?", Sherry asked. 

The two of them looked back at each other and then at Sherry again, "I...guess so?"

...

After breakfast, Claire and Leon immediately began packing up and prepping for the trip.

Leon was deep in thought, especially over the whole 'family' thing. Admittedly, the idea of them all being a family was pretty cute, but could that really ideally be a thing even after what happened yesterday?

Guess there was only one way to find out.

To Be Continued...

[siqqet]

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[yerbamansa]

i need to eat breakfast and go on a little walk and think about what i've done, but may i offer the uh... idk, 5 of you who are sometimes interested? a snippet of roach in progress?

wip wednesday - roach pov revenge ranch #15

As the weeks went on, Roach folded research and brainstorming into his days. He’d asked Lucius to quietly pass along any specific art inspiration only, as a jumping off point. He spent time on art blogs and gallery archive sites, getting a better sense of composition and elements to draw from for the actual dishes. He watched several episodes of some godawful Food Network Halloween-themed baking competitions, mainly for things that definitely didn’t work. That spun off into other baking shows, then chocolate shows, then YouTube videos on decorating and molecular gastronomy, then an endless stream of blogs and forums for the very obsessive. It wasn’t that he had no ideas or experience of his own to drawn on, but it was a new challenge in some important ways, and Roach loved little more than a weird cooking challenge. It set his brain on fire.

Over the summer, Roach started recipe-testing some of the things he wasn’t quite sure of. How to get the glaze just right on the cream puffs so they shone like ripe apples. Experiments with making hard candy that really looked like grapes. Decorating practice—so much decorating practice. No one questioned his sudden splurge in purchases. Edible paper didn’t grow on trees.

When he was fairly confident of the plan, he made his presentation to Stede, Lucius, Oluwande, and Jim. Jim wasn’t a usual part of these proceedings, but their role as resident mixologist (among other things) meant they’d need to collaborate.

Lucius looked suitably impressed. “You can pull all that off?” he asked, only the faintest whisper of doubt in his voice.

Oluwande’s face, however, looked scared. Secretly, Roach enjoyed that feeling, the feeling that he’d bested someone at a game they didn’t know they were even playing. “Looks like an awful lot of work,” Oluwande finally said.

“Don’t worry,” Roach said, half-reassuring, half-challenge. Oluwande’s brows furrowed deeper, and Roach swallowed a chuckle.

Stede hummed and furrowed his brows, studying Roach’s notes carefully. “May I?” he asked, holding up a blue pen.

Roach was familiar by now with his boss’s approach to feedback. In fact, he’d encouraged it. He wanted the questions and concerns in writing. He held out his hands, palms up. “By all means.”

“I’m not sure about this one in particular,” Stede muttered, drawing a question mark alongside Roach’s description of Roadkill Cat [nb: a dish that will be described in a callout section]. “Do you think it’s perhaps too gruesome?”

Lucius and Oluwande both scoffed. “No, man, it’s ideally gruesome,” Oluwande insisted, flashing a smile at Roach. “Fucking hilarious, even.” Roach knew Jim would be grinning at Oluwande over that, and he chose to hold in any reaction to those two being cute or whatever.

“Hm, well, if you say so…” Stede finally allowed.

Via negotiation, the still life elements of the menu were locked in, with a promise to pad out the offerings overall with some more traditional hors d’oeuvres and buffet-friendly dinner items.

When it was Jim’s turn, they simply studied the notebook, jotted down a few notes in their phone, and said, “Cool. Think I’ll experiment with making my own bitters.”

Jim’s competence with a knife and specialized skills had earned Roach’s respect long ago. He nodded. “We good here?” He had dinner to prep and experiments to begin.

[abimee]

hello hello! feel free to ignore this entirely, do you have any tips or advice for learning how to draw different body types and faces as well as using photo refs? I wanna get to the point of being more comfortable with it not being perfect and human but I’m not sure! How to really begin or go towards this

hm. preface i am not taught artistically at all not even highschool art class and am entirely aelf taught and like, from the viewpoint of hobbyist art currently in the US objectuvely i am a """bad artist"""" and not something to take art advice from. but i am glad to give my two cents

i think the jpimg off point is to first ruminate on the whys, and its not anobby to say that you want to draw humans more realistic in the sense of natural features and differences because you wabt others to see themselves in your work, or because youd love to draw a variety of characters. but second is coming to terms that with that, you have to do a lot of sensitive reading and understanding; you gotta research and listen to people, like say if you draw cleft lips abd someone with a cleft lip tells you that hey! its more common if they dont have teeth where the cleft is closed, you listen and adapt. attempting to get everything right the first time kinda destroys itself in the process, and as you delve into drawing say fatness, disabilities, physical differemces, etc you must come to accept that you are drawing for the people, and thus the people are allowed to criticise you and you must adapt.

thirdly is that you wont get it right instintaniously, its a learning process! dont feel the need to post your attempts online of theyre not up to par for you, but attempting is te first step in everything. you can read and research and listen and refference all you can, but if you dont consistently attempt it you wont get anywhere

and its sort of hard to say how to go about... attempting it, besides "just try". attempt to freehand, say, a tall fat person with acne scars posing for prom, or a skinny eldery person with scoliosis making tea, and when youre finished you can look at yoir piece and begin to deconstruct what you think you got wrong and what you got right. pull up (real life) refferences made by people and extrapolate what tou can re-attempt.

and as for diversifying general faces and features of humanity; engage in the moving picture, watch movies and short films and photography and youtube essays and watch the people around you, take stock of what you see in the world both behind a performed lens and in reality and see whar you may miss, what shapes you see and how peoples eyes crinkle or how their lips turn or how their fingers move. watching the world more closely is how i began to notice featres outside of my own at a young age

and as for refference photos, i think finding archive blogs cataloguing photos shot from real lives and not stock posing websites is a great way to see a range of natural poses. pausing youtube videos to refference someones legs as they attempt to kick a ball, or old myspace photos drifting across rabdom aesthetic blogs. just stare at them and the form or the composition and attempt to remake it, and attempt as many times over as many years as you want. trace over memes and teach yourself to look at bodies as shapes and lines rather than whole figures and you may be able to decobstruct and recreate those poses from memory alone soon after

and above all dont be afraid to make "bad art" in that the anatony is off or the hands are too childish compared to the detail of the image, or maybe the face looks weird or the legs are bent strangely. part of a human looking piece of art is in the flaws too

just look at all the weord anatomy and crude acribbling in my art and yet somehow people like it, so not doing everything right is sometimes good 🗿

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The Shy Newcomer Update

It is with happy tears in my eyes as I type this!  I know it’s been a long time coming, and I thank you so much for your patience.  A new chapter of The Shy Newcomer has been posted! 🥰

(Cover art commissioned by the talented @acediee​!) 

Chapter 123: Healing

Summary:   Cliff and Gray finally start to realize they aren't alone.

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“You ever play?” Duke didn't turn to face him; he was studying the handwriting as if to etch it into his mind.

Cliff shook his head. A few of the bars he had stopped in to warm up during his travels had boards mounted to the wall, and there were sometimes a few people wagering a friendly game of darts.

“I don't know how the scoring works, but I've seen people play.”

Duke retrieved a handsome emerald-colored set of darts and stepped back to a worn piece of tape on the floor Cliff hadn't been aware of until then. Duke hesitated before handing him a set of his own, twirling one of the darts in his fingers with a sad smile.

“I'll go first and give you an idea of how it goes.”

Cliff's eyes were drawn to the darts that had been given to him. Holographic purple butterflies and a stylized capital letter a decorated the flights; it couldn’t be more obvious who used them most frequently.

“Alright, it's been a hot minute for me, so I'm gonna warm up. Used to play all the time at Doug's back in the day. Me, Manna, Jeff, Sasha, Rod... Heck, even Gotz and Hilda would join sometimes. We'd play regularly.” He twirled the dart by the barrel between his thumb and index fingers, watching the flight reflect the light from above them. “Ah, simpler times, for sure...”

He threw his first dart and Cliff wasn't sure if it was a particularly good throw or not. It was closer to the center of the target, but the curse mumbled under Duke's breath indicated that didn't necessarily make it a good shot. He waited for Duke to explain the scoring, but his mind was clearly focused on something else.

“Got a little harder to play once everyone started having kids... Once Ann got a little older and more active, it was hard to keep her out of the bar at night. Poor girl would get nightmares near nightly, so Doug tried to keep her behind the bar where he could keep an eye on her.”

Another toss. The smirk on Duke's lips told Cliff it was a decent one.

“Ann is Doug's daughter, but... she's got a lot of honorary godparents. We all look after our own, so when Felicity passed, everyone did their best to help Doug keep it together. Losing a family member... it's hell.”

Duke threw the final dart and it missed the board completely, landing right between the eyes of the illustration of a snowman on the calendar.

“Sorry there, Frosty. Guess we're havin' snow cones tonight.” He retrieved the dart and turned around, his dark eyes boring into Cliff. “But I guess I don't need to tell you how rough it is, huh?”

Cliff's knees felt a bit weak. He had recalled exactly how his mother's voice had sounded, something he had previously thought lost. “It's been on my mind a lot lately,” he confessed.

“So I've heard. Parents and sister, huh? I imagine that's a bit of a one-two punch...”

The chill of the wine cellar crept into Cliff's veins. “How do you know that?”

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[eryiss]

Ship: Freed x Laxus

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Demon in Disguise x Angel Undercover

Summary: Being a demon was boring, particularly in peacetime. For Freed, passing the time consisted of sneaking into nightclubs and forcing men off the moral path. Thankfully, the angel with beautiful wings and almost rigid set of morals was always there to make things interesting.

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Off The Moral Path

Year: 2025

Location: Paris, France

"Come now, Darling," Freed purred, gently stroking the raven-haired beauty on the cheek. "You know you want to."

To think he'd come to this. Freed Justine – Albion the Slayer, Absolute Shadow, The Nightmares of Angels – resorted to flirting with men in a bar. It was humiliating. He was a soldier, a demonic mage whose power was the stuff of legends, and by rights everyone in the damned club should be bowing for him, on their knees and begging for his mercy. He would have been kind to them, were they giving him the respect he was owed, and perhaps he would have made their night more interesting with a display of his power.

But he couldn't. The war between demons and angels had long since ended, humans had forgotten about the battles and all the people who had been part of it, and as such they didn't know him. To them, Freed was nothing but another human. Better looking of course, but otherwise no different.

Frankly, it was boring.

War between unkillable forces was fun. You didn't have to worry about being hurt, because you couldn't be, and a demon didn't care for guilt. It was simply posturing, and it had allowed Freed to show off the magic that he'd been slowly building from his creation. He was explosively powerful, and he'd sent many of the enemy forces back to heaven time and time again. It was fun seeing them disintegrate as they screamed, but now that was gone.

Technically speaking, he shouldn't have even been in the nightclub at all. Earth was off limits, but he was hardly doing anything too bad. He wasn't poisoning a water system, or luring a man to his death. He was just having a little fun. Nobody could begrudge him a little magically fuelled flirting.

Well, one angel might. But he hadn't arrived yet.

"I dunno," The raven-haired man shrugged, swirling his drink absently.

"I do. You want to do it and you know it," Freed smirked, and his eyes glowed red for a moment. He placed his hand on the mans exposed forearm, and magic flared in his next words. "I'll do it if you will. And you've got nothing to be ashamed of."

A lie, but a fun one.

"You know what," The man said, confidence in his words now. "You're right."

The man was standing up a moment later, walking towards the raised stage with a pole attached to it, removing his shirt. Hm, if the sounds of the cheering at the sight were reflective of the mood, Freed had been right about him having nothing to be ashamed of. It was good guess; Freed really had no idea what a human saw as attractive anymore.

Freed watched from the bar, drinking his wine with a smirk as the man began to gyrate over the pole. Men and women alike cheered, and Freed liked to think that he had done his good deed for the day. Of course, the dancing man might disagree when the spell wore off, but that was hardly a problem.

He'd dispel his magic as the man was dancing. It would be fun to see him crumple.

"The hell are you doing?" A loud rumbling voice came from behind, and Freed smirked.

Right on time.

"What does it look like, my dear," Freed said, not looking towards the angel looming over him. "Exercising my Devil given right to annoy you. Is it working?"

"Take the spell off him," The angel demanded. "Now."

"During his dance. Imagine the embarrassment, it would be debilitatingly humiliating," Freed laughed quietly. "Would he be able to look himself in the mirror? Would he be allowed back out of his home? Would he cry? Rather cruel, aren't you angel?"

"Shut it, devil," The angel growled.

"So rude," Freed tutted while grinning. When a hand planted itself firmly on his shoulder, Freed turned to look to the man. "Good evening, Laxus."

It was always disheartening to see Laxus disguised as a human. He was good looking in their terms, with broad shoulders, a thin waist, handsomely rugged features, and a damn cocky smirk when he used it. But Freed always missed seeing his wings. They were long stretching, tinged and scarred by lightning, with feathers so soft that Freed couldn't decide whether he wanted to stroke them or to pluck them out to see the man scream. He was a magnificent beast of an angel – the counterpart to Freed's demon – and very fun to annoy.

"Hypnosis on humans is fucking illegal," Laxus growled.

"Then it's good that I didn't use it," Freed dismissed, placing the wine on the bartop. "I only lowered his inhibitions. He's lost all doubt and regret, and he's simply doing what he wants to do. Hardly a war crime."

"Tell him that when the police come," Laxus murmured, and Freed laughed. Would the man be arrested before he was naked? Freed hoped not; human anatomy always made him chuckle. "You ain't supposed to be on earth. The hell is wrong with you?"

"You're here," Freed retorted, ignoring the question. "Won't you get in trouble too, angel?"

"I'm only here because I knew you were pulling this shit," Laxus whispered harshly, hand on Freed's shoulder tightening. "And I wanted to get you to cut it the hell out before," he jutted his chin up, "they figure out what you're doing."

"But the danger is half the fun," Freed smirked.

Laxus said nothing else, instead surrounding them both with a wave of angelic magic. As was natural for a demon, the overall holiness of the gesture sent a shooting of pain over Freed, but he grit his teeth and allowed the spell to take effect. A moment later, he was teleported to a blank, bland, nothing room nestled in the middle of limbo.

This was always how his little dance with Laxus went. Freed would sneak down to earth, annoy, and torment a human in a way with very few long-lasting consequences so that he could get a fill of fun, Laxus would somehow be informed of what Freed had done and would stop him before any other heavenly figures realised what he was doing, and he would be teleported away. It had happened hundreds of times, and always ended with Laxus yelling at him for his stupidity but never actually doing anything to stop him.

His face would soon be angry, and his wings would be spasming and flickering. Anger was a good look on the man.

But, truly, this dance was getting boring. They were all-powerful beings, opponents by very nature, who had met in the middle of battel and had underwent fights that would be studied for history in years to come. They shouldn't have gotten stuck in a rut. It was almost insulting.

"Why don't you leave me alone?" Freed asked before Laxus could begin shouting.

"What?" The angel asked, taken unaware.

"Well, I understand that your side likes to preach forgiveness and repentance and so on, so perhaps I can understand you trying to stop me the first ten or so times, but we've been doing this for years now," Freed smirked, leaning forward and leaning against a white table. He looked up at Laxus from under his lashes, flirtatious and smirking. "I'm not changing my ways, and you know it. So why not leave me to get killed by your darling overlords?"

Laxus tensed his jaw, grit his teeth, and let his wings shoot out from his back. What a lovely sight. Freed quickly removed his own human disguise, horns cracking from his skull and eyes turning a red and purple swirl.

"Everyone can improve," Laxus retorted. "I think that, given-"

"I've known you for centuries, Laxus, I know when you're parroting that ridiculous heavenly mantra," Freed cut off the argument before it could be made. "I want to know why you, angel supreme Laxus Dreyar, is being ever so kind to me so often."

He said nothing, and Freed grinned.

"May I offer my thoughts, since you don't seem to want to answer," Freed continued. "I think we're more alike than you think. You and I, you see, we're fighters. You can claim pacifism all you want, but I know you loved every moment of engagement. Showing off your power, proving yourself to be an overwhelming force of nature, it was everything you ever wanted. And then it was taken away from you, and you were at a loss of what you could do. Everything was peaceful and there was nobody to do battle with. Nobody to impress. Nobody but me."

"That ain't what happened," Laxus grunted. He walked towards a door Freed assumed would take him back to heaven, and Freed quickly intercepted.

"It's exactly what happened. I'm your opponent, in this little game we've created for ourselves," Freed smirked, took a single step forward so he was in Laxus' space and yet not quite touching him. "It was fun, as games go, but I think we should move past it. Flip the board and do something a little more," he smirked, and raked his claws over Laxus chest before hissing, "tactile."

Laxus' face held an expression Freed was familiar with. He was on the brink of doing something he wanted to do more than anything, but knew it was wrong. A look that, on humans, brought Freed a giddy thrill.

Seeing it on Laxus was euphoria.

The angel swallowed slightly, looking over Freed's face, his claws, his horns and then back to his face again. His eyes were dilated just a little, body tensing and muscles hardening as if he was trying to steel his resolve. He was so close to breaking, and making both of their lives both more pleasurable and much more interesting. He just needed a nudge. Freed was happy to oblige.

"That was the problem with the war, I feel," He purred, voice like silk and seductive. "Place men of unsurmountable power together and make them fight. It fuels passion. We were purpose built to feel strongly about one another. To obsess over one another. To rely on one another," He raised his hand and dug his claws into Laxus' jaw. "What did they think would happen when we could no longer fight? Falling for each other was inevitable."

"I ain't fallen, not for you," Laxus murmured as he leant close to Freed, tenseness giving way. He was even smiling, ever so slightly, and that was all the encouragement that he needed.

"Aren't you?" Freed grinned, stroking Laxus' cheek and loving the restrained mewling that bubbled in the angel's throat.

"No," Laxus murmured, bringing his lips closer to Freed, and his grin was just as unhindered as Freed's.

"Well," Freed purred, pressing into Laxus' chest. "Put your money where your mouth is then."

He closed the gap between them, and two millenniums of tension exploded to life in a slow, tender kiss. The mixture of magics gave their kiss a burning, fizzing sensation that spurred them both on. The contrast of their bodies stung and felt fantastic, addictively peculiar and driving them to kiss harder.

Laxus' wings outstretched behind him, then wrapped around them both. The comforting feathers tingled at Freed's back, and he leant against the man with a smirk as they pulled apart. Laxus was smiling at him, not a lingering sense of doubt in sight, and Freed grinned.

As fun as it would have been to taint an angel, bring him to his knees and make him turn his back on his culture, Freed had truly believed his words. They were fated to be together; it only made sense. Freed had broken countless rules set after the war, and he should have been struck down by lightning or burned at the stake for his crimes. Even with Laxus looking over him, the powers of fate were more powerful, and breaking of the rules came with immediate punishment. He hadn't been killed, despite his flagrant disregard of the rules. There was a reason for that, and he liked to think he'd been saved for Laxus. The fact Laxus had showed no regret, nor no fear about what he had done, seemed to suggest Laxus agreed with the sentiment.

Now, Freed was in a new game, a much more fun one. A game where it wasn't simply a demon fighting against an angel. No, this game had only one side. A flirtatious demon with an abhorrence for boredom, and his darling, virtuous fallen angel. Who would dare oppose them?

Le Parisien – 02.11.2025

Une Célébrité Populaire Prise Dans Le Scandale De La Nudité En Public.

Hier soir, le chanteur et danseur populaire Grey Fullbuster a été arrêté à Paris. Les rapports ont affirmé que, dans une démonstration de confiance ivre, il est monté au sommet d'une scène dans la discothèque Devil's Door, et a commencé à enlever tous ses vêtements et à danser contre un poteau. Les réactions à la situation vont du dégoût moral au plaisir divertissant. Dans une déclaration faite par le manager du chanteur, Fullbuster a affirmé que "Le diable m'a fait le faire".

[batsandbabydolls]

Alright, guys! I’m gonna tell you all about how The Web was actually responsible for this whole ritual!

Sit down because this is a long one! Big shout out to @throatofdelusion who crafted this theory with me. You should check his blog out because he has some really cool thoughts and theories (especially about the Distortion).

So, I know this sounds super far fetched, but just hear me out. I have evidence for the Web’s involvement in 8 out of Jon’s 14 marks: the Web, the Eye, the Corruption, the Stranger, the End, the Flesh, and the Buried.

Was the Web involved in the other 6 as well? Possibly, but possibly not. My current theory is the Web only intervened when something was going wrong, and just let Jonah do his thing when he had the right idea. There’s evidence of the Web’s involvement in most places that Jonah credits to “luck”. And isn’t it very on-brand for the Web? To get someone else to perform her ritual for her?

WEB/EYE

JONAH I’ll admit, my options were somewhat limited, but My God, when you came to me already marked by the Web, I knew it had to be you. I even held out some small hope you had been sent by the Spider as some sort of implicit blessing on the whole project, and, do you know what, I think it was. 

So this one’s obvious and probably doesn’t require explanation. Even based on Jonah’s understanding, the Web did this one on purpose. I could speculate about motives, but I don’t think that’s necessary. I think there are two important things to take away from this:

The Web, not the Eye was Jon’s first mark.

If Jon was sent to the Institute by the Web, that would make the Web responsible for him being marked by the Eye, too.

CORRUPTION

JONAH I reasoned if you couldn’t survive a single encounter, you were unlikely to make it through all fourteen. So, when Jane Prentiss attacked, I watched eagerly, one hand on the gas release from the start.

You acquitted yourself well enough, so I decided to see how far you would get, though I waited until the worms were in you before I pulled the lever. I needed to make sure you felt that fear all the way to your bones.

Who orchestrated The Corruption’s attack? Not Jonah! By his own admission, he just watched it happen (you’ll see this become a running theme), but...

[SOUND OF CHAIR SCRAPING]

ARCHIVIST I see you…

[THUMP… THEN SOUND OF COLLAPSING SHELVES][NOISES OF EXCLAMATION][DOOR OPENS]

SASHA Alright?

ARCHIVIST Ah… Yeah. A… spider.

SASHA A spider?

ARCHIVIST Yeah. I tried to kill it…. the shelf collapsed.

SASHA Look.

ARCHIVIST Oh… uh… Got dented when the shelf collapsed, I guess.

SASHA No, it, it goes right through. I, I thought this was an exterior wall?

ARCHIVIST It should be.

SASHA Hmm. I, I think it’s just plasterboard. [LOW NOISES OF DEBRIS] Do you see anything? [QUIET, BUILDING SOUND OF WET WRIGGLING]

ARCHIVIST No, I don’t think so, it… [WORM SOUND INTENSIFIES] Sasha, run. RU - [CLICK]

(MAG 38)

A spider is what let the worms into the Archives.

Not to mention the reason Martin encountered Jane Prentiss to begin with. He was investigating a Web-related case. And:

MARTIN And then I remembered that I’d seen quite a lot of spider webs in the brief time I was down there, and maybe I should check it out again. I mean, like I said, I’m not really afraid of spiders. So… I went back for another look.

(MAG 22)

STRANGER

JONAH The discovery that one of the Stranger’s minions had infiltrated the Institute in the aftermath was certainly a pleasant bonus.

Oh, really? Jonah didn’t do this one, either? I wonder who did. The not-them was bound to the table that was delivered to the Institute by Breekon&Hope (along with a spiderweb lighter). The table, you may recall, is also web aligned. Its original location was Hill Top Road, and when Jon smashes it open:

[SOUND OF SHATTERING WOOD AND THE STRANGE MUSIC DISAPPEARS]

ARCHIVIST Hollow. Just cobwebs and dust.

(MAG 78)

Sasha was replaced by the not-them after being entranced by the table in artifact storage. Jon encounters Not-Sasha in the tunnels, perhaps by chance, or perhaps...

ARCHIVIST I’m in the tunnels. I was exploring and I got lost. I haven’t gone down any of the stairs and I - I think I’m still under the Institute. There were a couple of spiders, so I changed routes and found, I think it’s a gas main.

NOT!SASHA Jon?

[ARCHIVIST CRIES OUT, STARTLED]

Jon is that you?

(MAG 68)

I actually believe that the Web’s influence is the reason he broke the table. From the beginning, multiple people were advising him to break it. But he thought that was a bad idea. He changes his mind rather suddenly. He believes it’s his decision while he’s doing it, but it seems like such a bad idea to him after. I don’t have solid evidence to support that, though. Just speculation.

END

JONAH And [The Unknowing] did serve another purpose, of course. It inadvertently pushed you to confront death, a mark I had been very worried about trying to orchestrate. If I tried too early, you’d just die. Too late, and you might be powerful enough to see the attempt coming, and maybe even understand why.

As it was, it was just right, and once again, you came through with flying colors.

I don’t know if the Web was responsible for his brush with the End, but she definitely had a hand in him surviving it.

OLIVER Honestly, I’m still not exactly sure why I’m here. But you know better than anyone how the spiders can get into your head. Easier to just do what she asks.

The thing is, John, right now you have a choice. You’ve put it off a long time, but it’s trapping you here. You’re not quite human enough to die, but still too human to survive. You’re balanced on an edge where the End can’t touch you, but you can’t escape him.

(MAG 121)

FLESH

JONAH I was a little put out when that idiot Jared Hopworth misinterpreted my letters and attacked the Institute too soon, before you were even out of the hospital, but then – Ho, you should have seen my face when you voluntarily went to him.

And why did he do that? Because of what he heard on a tape.

ARCHIVIST I found this tape tucked in a corner of my desk drawer (sigh) covered in cobwebs. I suppose subtlety has gone out the window a bit, and the question is now simply… how much I trust the Spider to have my best interests at heart.

About - About an anchor. What was it she said, “the siren call of flesh.” Hm. It’s possible, I suppose. It would - hurt, but - well, what’s another scar?

(MAG 130)

BURIED

I mean... see above. But also:

DAISY Jon… When you went in the coffin, was it you choosing to do that? Did you actually think you could save me, or was that something telling you to do it?

ARCHIVIST It was me. I was - drawn to it, I’ll admit, but it was my decision.

(MAG 136)

LONELY

JONAH Poor Peter. He really should have left well enough alone. (cruel laugh) Or just done what I’d asked in the first place.

Ah well. He knew what I was attempting, and was very unwilling to cooperate until I made him a little wager about Martin.

Jonah very much acts like he knew what he was doing in this one. But the whole thing would have fallen apart if Jon never found out what was happening.

MARTIN Will I be coming back?

PETER You’re not going to die, if that’s what you’re asking, but- no. If all goes well, you won’t be.

ARCHIVIST This tape was left on my desk. I don’t know by who, but to my mind, there are three options. Martin has left it here to let me know that whatever the situation is with Peter Lukas, it is entering his final act and he needs my help. Alternatively, Peter may have left here to… Goad me into action? Or just to gloat, to highlight my helplessness at everything. (sighs) Or Annabelle Cane is trying to manipulate me into thinking it’s one of the other scenarios. Previously, the spiders have made their presence clear when they’ve sent me… hints… but I can’t take that for granted.

(MAG 157)

The fact that Jon even considers Annabelle in this situation is pretty telling. And given what we know about the situation, it makes no sense for Martin or Peter to have left the tape. Martin was trying to protect Jon; he wouldn’t risk his safety by trying to get him involved, especially because he thought he had the situation under control. And Jon’s appearance would do nothing to help Peter and, in fact, would have been likely to hinder his plans. Jonah may have been a likely suspect if he weren’t still in prison at the time. So that leaves only one option.

So what does this mean?

Well, my prediction is that the ritual isn’t going to grant Jonah the power he’s expecting. I believe the ritual isn’t centered on the Eye, but on the Web. Jon is an Avatar for the Beholding (probably? but that’s a whole other story), but he’s very deeply marked by the Web, a lot deeper than he realizes.

I think we’re going to see a lot more from Annabelle in season 5.

[pl-panda]

Damienette arranged marriage: part 17

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.

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“No Father…” Adrien’s expression changed and for the first time Gabriel saw himself in the boy. This was not the gentle, naive boy. It was almost like he looked in the mirror. Cold and calculative eyes and malicious smirk. “She will be mine. And we shall have a perfect family together, like we always dreamed.”

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Now

After his father recalled his Akuma, Adrien returned home as quickly as possible. He had to discuss this development with his father. He sneaked into the manor and to his room. There, he detransformed. Plagg came out dizzied

“Ugh! Remind me to apologize to Nooroo for all the bad things I said to him.”

“Silence! I told you to behave accordingly.” Adrien scolded his Kwami. His father taught him that if he kept it obedient, he would have much less trouble with pestering and trying to sabotage him.

“Yeah yeah. Stuff your ‘accordingly’ down your…” Plagg’s voice was stuck in his theoretical throat. “Yes… Master.” He huffed and flew to his spot on the bed.

Adrien decided to just ignore the pestering kwami and went down to his father’s atelier. He of course was not there, but Adrien just walked to the platform and traveled down to the lair. The whole time there was only one thought pestering him constantly. The moment he shared with his princess. 

Adrien saw the fear in her eyes when he tried to kiss her. For a moment he thought that maybe it was a mistake, but then he actually understood. This boy, Damian, must have done something to her. Once their lips met she reacted in pain and gripped her heart. There was this eerie green light. Maybe if not for his own pain, Adrien would be able to help her. He was now more sure than ever that he needed to save her from that monster. Whatever it was, he could see the pain and fear it caused her. It was something unnatural. And then there was this meddling Superbrat. Adrien never liked them. Most people adored them, but he considered them overrated. Maybe it was because he was once forced to do a photoshoot with Superman. Or maybe he just didn’t like them.

“Father.” He greeted Gabriel once he arrived.

“I saw it too, Son.” His father did not bother with introduction. “It certainly… complicates the matter.” 

“So what should do we do now, Father?” Adrien asked unsure. 

“I knew that it was only a matter of time before the Justice League got involved.” Gabriel stated and walked to the wall, opening the pannel.

“You prepared?”

“Of course I prepared you st… Of course I prepared.” The older man stopped himself from insulting his son. He couldn’t afford to lose his trust now. “It took some work, but I prepared contingency plans for the leaguers that would actually pose the danger. That is those, who can’t be controlled and used to further our goals.”

“So we have nothing to worry about?” Adrien beamed.

“There is always a place for failure son. And it’s better to be a realist than an optimist.”

“Of course father.” The boy calmed and took submissive stance. “Forgive my enthusiasm.”

“If there is nothing else, I would like to…” Gabriel started, but his son interrupted him.

“Actually, there is one more thing.” Adrien started a bit unsure. “Today, when I kissed my princess… Something happened to her. There was an eerie green light around her heart and she seemed in pain.”

“Hm… Interesting. Was there anything else?” His father actually expressed some curiosity on the matter.

“Well, I think it might have been caused by this new boy, Damian Grayson. I am afraid he might have done something to her.”

“I will ask Nathalie to do some research into him. But this only affirms our need to get the Ladybug Miraculous.”

“You are right as always father.” Adrian complimented him.

“Yes. Have you done your homework already? I do not wish for our extracurricular activities to interrupt your schoolwork.”

“I will get right to it father.” The boy was about to run away, but he turned back to him. “I also wanted to thank you for helping me find her and make sure she was safe. I would have real trouble with locating her if not for you.”

“Yes Yes. I am sorry, but I need to make some calls now. Get to your homework.” Gabriel dismissed his son and turned to the wall computer.

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Marinette sat on the couch with her parents on either side hugging her tightly. Damian wanted to comfort her as well, but he decided that her parents would do a better job. Instead, he just sat in front of his mother who, even after two hours since Marinette and him came, was still tied to the chair and gagged. He liked her better like that. Silent and not judging. 

That’s a lie. She had the most judging look in her eyes ever. But he didn’t need to hear her so who cares?

“Again, I’m sor…” Marinette stopped herself. Her parents already also forbid her from using this word today. “I should have told you before.”

“No. You had right not to. It was your duty.” Tom comforted her.

“Sweety. It’s not like we didn’t hide any secrets from you.” Sabine mussed Marinette’s hair. 

“About that.” Damian interrupted the family bonding. “As much as I find my mother tied and gagged amused, can someone explain how exactly did you manage that? After all she is only like… second most dangerous woman on the planet.”

“Simple. I am the first.” Sabine stated without as much as a flinch. 

“Aren’t you exaggerating a bit maman?” Marinette asked lightheartedly. 

“About that…” Tom started, but Sabine gestured for him to stop.

“I think it will be best if I tell the truth.” She looked at Damian for a moment, but then returned her sight to Marinette. “It has mostly to do with your grandfather. My mother had two daughters actually. Me and my sister. Her name is Sandra Wu-San, better know as Lady Shiva”

“What the fuck!?” Was Damian’s reaction.

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[farfromdaylight]

holy crap it worked. it actually worked???

so i've been wanting to crosspost my writing posts to dreamwidth for a while; i may or may not actually move my writing posts over there later, still haven't decided. anyway, i continue to be dubious about tumblr as a platform and it's nice to make backups in general.

anyhow, i was trying to get IFTTT to work because there are a number of helpful tutorials on how to get crossposting working in it between tumblr & dreamwidth, but....... lmao i tried everything and it failed on me constantly. i've been poking at it for a while and fuckin' nothing.

today though i stumbled upon zapier and... it worked??? it was a little more complicated than IFTTT but idgaf because dear god it finally worked.