#I need to do more of these

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🍎Father's Love {Adam x Daughter!Reader}🍎

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This Adam will forever be my favourite version.

I want a hug from him now 😭

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Watching your father's match with Zeus was nerve wracking. Your father landed the first hit on the powerful god.

"Please be okay, dad."

You mumbled, your hands shaking from the fear. One of your older brothers, Abel, noticed your shaking form and patted your head.

"Relax, sis. Dad is super strong!"

He laughed, bringing you in closer to him. He was right. Your father is strong, but a part of you was doubtful of that. You didn't know why.

"He's right! Dad will win this!"

Your other brother, Cain joined in from your left, his grin bringing slight comfort to you. Like your mother, you were more emotional.

As the match progressed, you noticed the strain in your father's eyes and panicked. Zeus was overwhelming him with the punches. Zeus found out the drawback and used it to his advantage by pulling off such a dirty trick.

"No, dad!"

You yelled out, nearly falling from the stands if it weren't for your brothers.

Adam, on the other hand, heard your shout and threw more punches at the towering god.

"Always the observant one, (Y/n).."

Adam thought, fondly smiling at the memory of you. The faint cry of a baby entered his ears.

"There's a baby crying somewhere. There's no need to cry. Don't worry. You don't have to be afraid of those bad guys. Your dad's gonna take care of..."

Adam couldn't finish his thoughts as the punch landed. Having superhuman hearing, you gasped quietly, tears coming out of your eyes.

Just as they thought Adam was done, his hand shot up to grip Zeus's head.

"I got you."

"He took his blows to grab him. Amazing, father!"

You thought, a pinch of hope building up from inside. The sounds of bows being delivered at immeasurable speeds gave you so much anxiety you felt your knees give out. One last blow towards each other ended the match here, Adam standing on his feet and Zeus crumpled to his knees. Your eyes widen from the sight, thinking it was in humanity's favour.

Looking more closely, the hope you had faded away. Everyone from humanity were cheering, but you weren't.

"Hell yeah! You kicked his ass, dad!"

Cain called out, raising his fist.

The cheering ceased once the realisation kicked in. You knew what they were thinking.

The father of humanity had died, standing on his feet and with a smile.

As Heimdall announced the winner, you fell to your knees, the tears you were trying to hold back came pouring out, staining your clothes. Your mother and brothers brought you in for a hug, their sobbing filling your ears. The moment you looked up at the sky, you could've sworn you saw your father, smiling down at you all.

"Never forget that I love you all."

"Especially you, (y/n). I can never ask for a better daughter. My love is a circle, because it never ends."

[stardustghoul]

some old copia face sketches

[qaanngi]

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[softercintailed]

I dunno if this was specifically to me, @bbwinprogress but!

33. How would you react if you woke up and you were 400 pounds? Honest answer is that I’d cancel everything I needed to do that day, and just spend the day revelling in it.

I want to examine every inch of me. I want to see what parts of me I can even still reach. I want to enjoy trying to take my first heavy, waddling steps and I want to feel everything jiggle as I tumble backwards and fall back into the deep crater I left in my mattress.

I so badly want to test my hunger and capacity because there’s something so so hot about imagining that in that extra hundred pounds I also gained a desperate, unquenchable appetite, and a stomach that’s used to being filled and overfilled again and again, like someone else was controlling my body for a while, and they gave in to every last gainer impulse i carry inside me.

Most of all tho, I want to enjoy how to feels to be warmly, softly enveloped in a body this massive and heavy. I’ve dreamed about it before.

400 lbs is in that size range where the sane, self-conscious part of me says “you’ll never get that big, and that’s probably for the best” and where the needy feedee part says “we’ve only just begun to gain! Isn’t this so much more like who we really are inside?” And if I woke up and I was 400 pounds, it would be really hard not to finally absolutely, completely let go

[strawberico]

My mr peabody and sherman self insert!!

I appear in a deleted episode as a guest to tell everyone about life in outer space and show them some cool alien tech but i mess up and open a black hole that sucks everything up and ends the episode.

If that makes sense maybe I'll draw more

[girliism]

your new post has me absolutely gobsmacked. i need more people to post about sheltered innocent art. he’s the cutest thing

favorite genre of art to write about tbh. he’s just so sweet and more than willing to do whatever he’s ordered. 🙂‍↕️

[akapanuka]

Recent page doll commissions! >:]

[pastelideas]

I spent too long coming up with his tattoo design but West needed a better one. His gear also needed a glow up.  

[trixibebe]

oc stuff - Being a translator at Ichiban Holdings: A moodboard

[cafeyote]

me and gang at the haunted house

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[saturnvs]

wild horses