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KK POST RREEAGGHHHH‼️‼️‼️
Who btw belongs to @artastic-friend 💕💕💕
I think when March first posted/shared her I almost instantly started to draw her. 💀 I wanted to draw her a lot more, but my hands kinda gave out on me a while ago.
Maybe next time I'll draw her more though :0
If I manage to get any ideas-
Also here's a few other doobles that aren't KK, two of which are dragon March :>💕💕
I love the second doodle, but I hate the horn- 💀
AND MARCH IK WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT IT BUT SHH LET ME DISLIKE IT- 👹 I may not like the horn but I do like the rest of the drawing overall okay Û-Û /nm
Oh and then here's a little whore (affectionate)
This is the only pencil drawing in this bunch btw 💀
I do like to use he/him pronouns when referring to MM, BUT I do also like seeing others refer to MM with she/her pronouns ^^ I think it's pretty slay either way 💖
Because of that I kinda like to imagine MM is genderfluid or something, just switchin up them pronouns every here and there :D
Or they probably just don't care what you refer to them as, idk-
#idk what to tag this post#fnaf#fnaf security breach#fnaf music man#music man#oc fanart#karaoke kat#dragon march au#artastic-friend#akikothefuzzball#sketches#need to learn how to draw fluffy noodle dragons again#I remember drawing them a lot when I was younger but damn it's been a while#need to go back to my furry roots 😔🙏#💀#sorry for the wack ass lighting btw#these were all taken at different times on different days too#and my LED lighting can be weird soooo yea#sorry again 💀
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Your art is always so pretty! Do you have any Jason and Damian headcanons about their relationship as brothers? Or any jondami headcons? I'd love to hear them!
Omg, thank you so much😭✋💖‼️
About Jason and Damian...Uhg! I love them. I just LOVE them. I really like to think they've met in the League, but Damian was too little and he doesn't remember. I like the idea of Jason being all full of hatred and baby Damian just, there, keeping him sane, you know?
And then Jason leaves and Damian is left with this empty like feeling. Like he lost someone but he doesn't really remember. And when he's Robin and has to fight red hood, he kind of goes easy on him? Something about him makes him go easy. At first.
And well, after Jason kind of re-joins the family, they have this silent respect for each other? Like, just nodding their heads to say hi to each other, and just treating the other as an equal. None of them will talk about the fact that, sometimes, when Jason stays at Wayne manor, Damian will sit next to him and they'll end up cuddling, because let's be honest, they're both touch deprived.
Then I have this AU. I'm doing a short comic about this so...yeah. Talia decides that The League is not a place for Damian and so she hands him to Bruce...when he's like 4. He was starting his training as an assassin already, and Talia decided this after her father forced her baby to climb the mountains of Interlaken.
The point is...baby Damian is very prideful and insists he doesn't need a babysitter. Jason is replying with "sure" "yup" "clearly". And well, the comic ends when Jason taps the place next to him and starts reading the little prince to Damian. It's a comic I'm planning on drawing, it'll have like...10 chapters, maybe? I just feel like baby Damian would love the little prince. Maybe because younger me really loved it.
Then, about JonDami... JON SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN AGED, AND I'M TOO ANGRY TO LOOK IF MY SENTENCE IS GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT, MY ENGLISH SUCKS.
I LOVED HOW THEY USED TO HATE EACH OTHER JUST TO END UP BEING BESTIES, and then I like to think Damian started crushing on Jon and he was like; hell no, and decided to step back and stopped talking to Jon. His plan was to ignore Jon untill the feelings died. I like to think Damian sucks at communication. He does suck at communication. I feel like that would be the reason of a lots of arguments. Actually? It is. In SuperSons they're always fighting because he doesn't tell him his plans untill it's TOO DAMN LATE. Or just decides things without asking Jon. And he has the audacity to be sarcastic and annoyed when Jon is like ???, Like; yes king, give us no communication 🤓☝️🚩
Jon is like tf, why he's ignoring me? And realizes how much he misses Damian and, oh heck, this ain't friendship, this is love!
And I feel like this is the BIGGEST cliche ever, the most repeated story, but I LOVE IT. I LIKE CLICHES SOMETIMES 😭✋
And I don't know. I like them together, but at the same time I like them as just friends. Like, they're cute together, wether as friends or a couple. I really like Daminika, too. The ship name is Gravebird or something like that? It's so damn edgy, I love it.
Does Jondami have another name? Like super-bin or something like that? LMAO THAT NAME SUCKS. If it has, I hope it's not super-bin.
Thank you for asking and sorry if it's long, I like to ramble about stuff like this and couldn't really help myself 😭✋
Have a great day💖‼️
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Dude.
Rarely am I left at an active loss for words by an anime. Yet, I think this is the third or fourth time Oshi no Ko has done that to me.
I'll try explaining anyway. The opening part of this episode takes the form of an unbroken excerpt of the Tokyo Blade stage play. Those first couple of minutes are pretty incredible on their own, leaving the entire actual plot of Oshi no Ko itself in the margins to express a clear love for this completely fictional shonen manga and this equally fictional adaptation of it. In doing so, Oshi no Ko, and everyone working on it, express love for the shonen anime as an art form and a worthwhile format. (And, indeed, for 2.5D plays as well.) Their pastiche is pretty damn fantastic. I won't go so far as to say that I'd rather be watching Tokyo Blade than a lot of *actual* shonen anime airing right now (Elusive Samurai has been great, after all), but the series makes a very good case for it as a compelling piece of art. Also, in having Oshi no Ko's characters portray *Tokyo Blade's* characters so well, it makes a compelling case for them, too. Kana is utterly enchanting as the hot-blooded Tsurugi, even when she's quelled by being bested in combat, and everyone else here puts in a great performance, too. One of Oshi no Ko's great magic tricks is making you think about how well the characters are acting, as though these were actual people.
Which leads us nicely into Oshi no Ko's actual greatest accomplishment this week. Getting You, The Viewer to shed tears over Melt.
Yeah, Melt. Remember Melt? Introduced in the first season as an actor in the Sweet Today TV drama, there instantly pigeonholed as a good-looking but talentless piece of cast filler. Melt has had a pretty compelling supporting arc in the second season, and it comes to a head here during a scene in the play where his character fights the character played by Sakuya. Sakuya, for his part, is a relatively recent addition to our cast, and has been previously introduced as a frivolous womanizer who likes to pick on Melt because Melt is a bad actor. In a sense, he's Melt's foil, being someone just as handsome but who's had to work harder to get where he is. The two's clash is thus both very literal but also very much a struggle for the audience's approval, and I don't just mean the audience watching the stage play.
During his part of the episode, Melt's on-stage performance is cut with backstory. In a sense, this is cheating. Obviously, we the audience would have sympathized with Melt much more from the beginning if it were made obvious to us from the start that Melt's general lack of drive is the result of a lifetime of people fucking him over just because he's pretty. At one point, mentioned in passing as though Melt himself doesn't want to dwell on it, he even mentions that he was taken advantage of when he was younger. A heartbreaking and sadly true-to-life detail that really recontextualizes a few things about the character.
Nonetheless, this is not an episode meant to make us *feel bad for* Melt. Honestly, there was already room to do that if you were so inclined. Instead, it's meant to explain where the inner reservoir of conviction he draws on here comes from. Melt's key scene in the play is a minute or two long at most, but over the course of the last several months, and at Aqua's advice, he's been pouring his entire heart and soul, blood, sweat, tears, and sleepless nights, into this *one* moment.
Aqua's advice also raises an interesting point. If everyone in the audience already thinks of Melt as a poor actor---and certainly, that seems to be the case---he can use that to his advantage. if they're underestimating him, they're set up to be surprised, and that is precisely what happens during the episode's climactic scene. Struck down, Melt's character scrambles to his feet and makes a heroic last stand against his enemy, summoning a magnetism that no one knew he had. This blindsides everybody; Sakuya, Tokyo Blade mangaka Abiko, the Sweet Today author who's also watching in the stands, the rest of the cast, the rest of the audience, and also, you know, the rest of the audience.
Again, part of the magic here is that Aqua's advice doesn't just explain Melt's methods in-universe, it explains *how he's been written up to this point to get us to be surprised as well.* This is the kind of thing you can only pull off if you're both very confident and incredibly talented at understanding how stories work; a magic trick that seems to explain itself as it's being performed, only for that damn rabbit to pop out the hat anyway, to your and everyone's complete surprise. Akasaka Aka's done it again, god damn it.
It should go without saying that this applies to the entire Doga Kobo team working on this series as well. There is absolutely nothing in their back catalogue that could've prepared anyone for how well they'd handle Oshi no Ko, and this is visually one of their best episode's yet, as Melt's sudden surge in charisma is presented as a swirled, painted acid trip. In the audience, Abiko bounces with enthusiasm that someone truly understands her work. In the audience, another mangaka cries. He is chasing after the one thing he's been missing up to this point, depicted literally as it happens figuratively; star power. When he seizes it, he shines like a supernova.
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I forgot a couple of asks about Deuce that were related to the delinquent drawing from the other day, I’m sorry >< There are also some asks about the yesterday’s CheRid drawing~ And a couple of miscellaneous ones.
As always, thank you for your support!
Anonymous asked:
Bad boy Deuce X Ace? This seems to be potential.
And quite a lot of it, I agree! It’s interesting to think about how their dynamic would’ve changed if they met when they were younger. Ace isn’t a goody-two-shoe himself, but he’s more of a douche and troublemaker than an actual delinquent, so some stuff that Deuce does might’ve been “too far” for him… is what I wanted to say initially, but actually I think Ace could easily match Deuce’s badboyness if he wanted to lol I guess Deuce is a bad influence.
I feel like they would still argue all the time and Ace would still consider Deuce to be naive and dumb, but also rightfully think that Deuce is dangerous and he shouldn’t mess with him too much. He’d still mess with him though…
Ace also didn’t know that he would feel an actual attraction to someone like Deuce, but it’d definitely happen lol This stupid Deuce just looks way too cool and sexy sometimes, so Ace gets flustered.
hipsterteller asked:
Deuce put your tongue back...you look...turn on...
That’s the idea! He’s PROVOKING! He’s a bad boy! He wants you to be mad- wait, are you turned on?? Wait, wait-
hipsterteller asked:
Chenya!! Dude cover riddle please!
With his body? Sure, in a minute.
Anonymous asked:
Seeing you draw more TreyRiddle is making me so happy 😭 I hope Trey accepts Chenya's offering 👀 (I like the idea that Trey and Riddle are a little too shy to have sex in the first stages of their relationship so Chenya will gladly help the lovebirds to give the first step)
Thank you, Anon <3 I hope I’ll do more stuff with them in the future… Rewatching the first book has been interesting, Trey is even more desperate than we remembered him to be lol
Che’nya is a little shit-stirrer, but also the biggest TreyRiddle supporter since day one! He knows that Trey’s been thirsting for years. Che’nya is such a good friend! It’s not like he also wants to have fun with Riddle + knows damn well that he’s pretty much poking a bear when he displays Riddle like this~
Trey and Riddle would probably be shy, and while Riddle would be super shy in general, Trey would also be anxious that he’d scare Riddle off. But once he stops overthinking and starts doing, he’s going to be quite intense. So it’s a good thing that Che’nya is here to make sure it’s no brains all lust zone~
blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:
YO CHENYA SHOULD ACTUALLY CANONLY MAKEOUT/SCREW RIDDLE
Imagine the drama
He absolutely should, and it’s a matter of time before Trey jumps into it too lol I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: Riddle’s mom was right, these boys are WICKED
Anonymous asked:
Do Chenya and Trey, just gang bang riddle?
Wink
In all honesty, it depends on Trey’s reaction; I expect him to be hesitant at first and maybe even mad at Che’nya, but join in once he sees just how sweet and helpless Riddle is.
Anonymous asked:
hewwo orthoxreader smut writer here to say i followed right away Oruvil's shipper's blog nwn thank you for sharing the ask, Ryu!
Hehehe yay that’s great to hear! <3 You’re very welcome! I’m glad I could help.
Anonymous asked:
I've been meaning to ask. How do you feel about The tweels x Azul? No tweelcest, Azul is just dating both of them
It’s in my pinned, Anon; we don’t ship them, we dislike this ship.
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So, as of late, I've been looking back at some of the characters I've adored throughout my life, old and new. Some that I adore more now with age, some that I've always had a soft spot for. Not all of them since some of them are more like brief characters I thought were neat when I was a kid. Basically though, I'm trying and compiling a list of all those edgy bastards I like cus, unfortunately, I have two wolves in me. One has the interests of an edgy middle school boy who wears all black and is into goth girls and the other is a woman in her 30s who adores her gorgeous men with a dash of "I can save them" seasoning. I definitely find this revelation of mine more comedic if anything though. After all, one thing both demographics share is that they tend to thirst over these characters, something I do not at all do for them. I just like them for their edge and angst and cringe-fail energy. And of course more profound reasons too that would have be rambling a bit longer than I'd like so I digress. However, as I've been doing this list, I've also realized that I have another sorta archetype of characters I adore, a recent realization. After all, when I was younger, some of these characters I didn't even care for as much cus the edge had me in a chokehold (and it still does. I mean c'mon! this blog primarily consist of togami art!) Also, with these characters, I don't entirely know what to call them. They aren't exactly all foils to the edgy characters. Some of them are of course but it depends. Was initially going to call them the heroic fellas but not all of them are typical heroes either. Also I just thought about this other side of character I have a soft spot for a bit ago so the list is very small and the pattern isn't quite there yet. I'll probably figure it out once the list becomes more than 7 guys but I just wanted to mention that. Additionally, it's not cus they aren't filled with copious amounts of angst potential coursing through their veins. Oh my gosh can these guys be completely tormented beyond comprehension. They just aren't like, edgy off the bat. Like, they still either have that happy-go-lucky energy about them that lingers on or that they just aren't completely traumatized when first introduced. Though it's more like they are more happier looking compared to the edgy guys so they look more sane and stable when both are riddled with their own inner demons. Either that or there's just that they all can have bad stuff happen to them. Again, haven't really thought this list through. Don't even known when the main list or the other list will be done. It all kinda sprung to me due to a forming fixation I've been developing... which I may or may not have been hinting slightly. No clue if it's that obvious or not. Also I'm still in that shy phase where I'm learning more about it and I wanna maybe draw the characters but the shyness keeps kicking in cus I still don't know a lot which makes me feel a little self conscience. Also it sucks since I have no means to actually obtain the damn game and play it for myself. T-that's all the hints I'm giving up though! EDIT: I am just an idiot. The other list are TOTALLY the edgy bastard foils. Totally not me realizing this after I started remembering more edgy bastards only to realize that said edgy bastard happened to be girlfriends with the sweet ray of sunshine -_-
#havoc rambles#will go back to art soon#just so happened that the said fixation that i have developed also got me back into my own years long project with my oc's#so i did stuff with them yesterday. also no worries i will not be enveloped in this fixation forever. it will pass at some point#know enough about myself to know this is just how i am when i learn more of a thing and get really into it!
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original: animelia
alright, so this wouldn't be an actual writing blog if i didn't start off by talking about the literal oldest world i have ever created on my own.
this thing goes all the way back to when i was like.... eight years old, and playing pretend with my younger brother in our backyard using sticks as swords. we made up stories and went on adventures (i usually played myself and also all the npcs we encountered, though we didn't call them that then because we were eight) in worlds like Camp Half-Blood, Hogwarts, and any other interesting story we'd both read recently, which was a lot because we both read a lot back then. but because we were two homeschooled kids with undiagnosed but heavily suspected ADHD and parents who encouraged Being Outside instead of playing computer games all the time, that was never enough - so we made up our own worlds.
and by we, i mostly mean me.
animelia was one of the very first worlds i ever created. i distinctly remember being maybe, what, twelve? and sitting under the swingset in the backyard, feet in the dirty sandbox below it, with my brother, and drawing out the "map of the world" we were playing in. it got its start there, and then i forgot it for years during high school because i thought it was cringe, and now in recent years i've re-embraced the cringe and started updating this to become an actual story once again.
so here's the deal with my animelia story!
Animelia is essentially a world that runs in a separate but connected dimension to ours, which used to be connected closely to Earth by way of dimensional portals called goldstreaks; however, An Event happened several hundred-plus years ago and the goldstreaks that once were kept open for travel have now been shut down, and only the occasional natural goldstreak portal opens up due to the positioning of the stars and thinning of dimensional walls and such. This means that travel between the two worlds is now practically nonexistent.
(originally, when i was a kid with a pencil and notebook paper drawing this world, it was a galaxy with every fragmented planet its own biome - a jungle planet, a desert planet, and so on, with goldstreak portals between planets. that's long since changed for multiple reasons (including a lot of college courses on ecology haha) but it was a fun start, honestly. we always set the goldstreak transporters by the gate to our backyard when we were playing games, because where else are you going to put it?)
While Earth's sentient/sapient population is primarily made up of humans, Animelia's is made up of a race known as nyms, who are more or less anthropomorphic animals. The specific animal they're an anthro version of is known as a morph, so you can be a mockingbird morph, a deer morph, and so on. Nyms have an inborn amount of magic, and while not everyone is able to do a lot of magic, everyone at least has the ability to shift forms into a "full-animal" version of their morph, which is inevitably significantly larger (and sometimes more unusually colored) than the Earth equivalent. There are big cities, travel, commerce and trade, and all kinds of politics and magic and stuff that I'll elaborate on later (as I figure it out too, haha) but generally it's a pretty standard level of fantasy-world-technology and such. Just...more animals.
Oh, and humans are basically fairytales, that's an important note. It's been so long since the goldstreaks were regularly held open by mages that they're considered legends now, and nobody really thinks that "morphless" (humans) exist anymore in more than old stories.
And this is when we get to the plot of the book(s) here!
(damn, this is gonna be a long post. probably a good/bad sign for how the others are going to be, since this is the very first one, huh?)
The plot follows a trio of teenagers (this will probably be something around YA in age-level) who are in way over their heads, but they're still Doing Their Best. Their best involves running from the law, trying to blunt-force their way through language barriers with questionable success, a lot of hitchhiking, breaking so many laws I'm not even kidding, and a lot of found-family bonding through trying to basically smuggle a unicorn back to Fairyland in a world where unicorns are executed on sight for Not Supposed To Exist crimes.
Lussa is a spiny bush viper nym who's been more or less disowned from his (noble, military-focused, traditional) family for being so obsessed with tracking down "old stories and legends" of goldstreaks and morphless instead of "getting a real job"; he's currently working on trying to predict (and thus prove) the opening of natural goldstreak portals, using calculations based on notes he found in his late mother's journals. He's all intelligence and dexterity; he's very good at fighting because of his family but also hates fighting and avoids it when possible, and gets overly enthusiastic about anything relating to goldstreaks at any time.
Kyrren is his best friend, a snow leopard nym from a largely migratory tribe in the mountains, and while she's also very interested in the goldstreaks and morphless thanks to the oral stories that her tribe has passed down, she's currently more concerned with keeping her incredibly intelligent idiot of a best friend alive while he's slithering all over the continent chasing portals. She's more of a common-sense person, well used to traveling and dealing with bandits and weather and how they're going to get all this sensor equipment up the cliff when neither of them can fly, and she's a bit more deadpan but also does get excited about the goldstreak stuff.
Alina, on the other hand, is a human who trips and falls through a goldstreak in the forest behind her house, winds up at the peak of a snowy mountain, gets rescued by a snow leopard walking on two legs and a half-snake guy with glasses who's way too excited about everything, and then has to deal with the fact that she's now in a world where humans don't exist, she doesn't speak any of the local languages, and her only hope to get back home is to rely on these two fellow teenagers to get her all the way across the continent to a place where they think another portal might open up in a month's time.
It's basically a Road Trip From Hell sort of story, with extra language barriers, cultural shock, magical loopholes, found family, and figuring out that hey maybe those manufactured goldstreak portals hadn't actually been closed due to a completely natural disaster like everyone thought in the first place.
I have a ton of thoughts swirling on the matter of local cultural traditions, etiquette and honorifics, the magic system, and the geography, but this post is already long enough so we'll stop it here!
After a snippet of the pieces I do actually have, of course ;)
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Luckily, the morphless doesn’t get a chance to sneak away or attack them while they’re asleep.
Unluckily, it doesn’t get a chance because it wakes them up with a bloodcurling howl.
Kyrren leaps out of the makeshift nest with a yowl of her own half-caught in her throat, scrambling blindly for her collapsed spear with one hand and unsheathing claws with the other. Even before she’s fully awake she’s crouched in front of Lussa, who’s thrashing in a trap of his own making underneath all ten layers of blankets and hissing in a sleepy panic.
The morphless is moving—away from them?
Kyrren blinks sleep out of her eyes hard, even as she puffs herself up to make herself a bigger, more threatening opponent. But no, she hadn’t seen that wrong. It’s....moving away. Backing itself into a corner, actually, leaving all of the blankets behind and pressing its back into the cold stone wall. It stares at her with big, round eyes set high in its flat face, like an owl, but more focused on her and less through her.
Kyrren hesitates when it doesn’t attack. It also seems to stop once it’s there. Its chest heaves, moving rapidly for something that big, and its heartbeat seems to be even faster than her own.
Is it....scared? Surely not. It's not like it's the one being faced with a monster out of fireside stories and old dusty legends.
Lussa manages to slither his way out from the blanket pile and into a mostly upright position while they’re staring at each other. The morphless’s eyes flick down to him and it jerks back again, letting out another whimpering sound. It clutches at its belt as if looking for a weapon and finding none.
It does look scared. Of Lussa, of all nyms.
Kyrren had thought it was a predator, but maybe it’s more prey-oriented instead—Lussa is the exact opposite of intimidating. As evidenced by his sleepy squint at the morphless. “Whasssssit?”
“It’s awake,” Kyrren mutters.
“It’ssss... Oh. Oh!” Lussa jolts, then dives back into the blanket nest—making the morphless jump—before scrambling back upright with his glasses. “Oh!” he repeats, enthusiasm spiking. “You’re awake! Hello!”
He goes to move past Kyrren and she grabs his arm, stopping him. “We don’t know if it’s dangerous-”
“It’s not going to attack me!” Lussa protests, waving one hand at it. “Look at it, it’s terrified!”
It—does still look scared, frankly. Pressed as far back into the corner as it can get, its skin gone an even grayer shade of brown, and eyes wide behind its unruly long hair.
Kyrren pins her ears back, uneasy. She doesn’t really... like scaring people. Not people smaller and not threatening to her, at least. But. They don’t know how dangerous this thing is. “Cornered animals are the most dangerous,” she reminds him.
“But not cold ones,” Lussa argues. “Look, it’s shivering. Are you cold? You look cold,” he adds to it directly.
The morphless stares mutely at him.
Lussa deflates a bit. “Fine, you don’t have to...oh, let me just...” He pulls away, and this time Kyrren reluctantly lets him go.
She stands up straighter, then when the morphless only shrinks back, she sinks back down onto her haunches. It doesn’t look any less terrified, but it seems to relax again when she’s not towering over it. Really, it’s not any taller than Lussa when he’s pulling himself upright, and that’s barely the height of Kyrren���s chest. No wonder it’s scared, if it’s that small.
She flicks her tail out, balancing her weight, and wonders at the way the morphless’s eyes catch on it and widen before snapping back to Lussa.
#animelia stuff#this is a fun one and very dear to my heart#also bonus assorted fun facts:#animelia has one main language but lots of different dialects#sign languages are very commonly used as trade languages especially near the coast between aquatic and terrestrial nyms#honorifics are commonly used and its very rude not to include them unless youre talking to a very close friend/sibling/etc#and alina has no fkn clue what's happening in this snippet!#also one of my crossjumpers is from this world too <3
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oh hey i wanna talk abt smth thats been on my mind both lately and on and off for a while in general. sorry this ended up being a hella long post lol. but i have a lot to say
so...for context, ive been in the phandom for 10 years--since 2014--though it has admittedly been on and off in terms of engagement from me. in 2017 i got into dragon ball and all but dropped danny phantom completely with a few small drawings here and there. it was only like..within the past week that i actually got back into the phandom legitimately again, actively making art and posts about it and engaging with the source material and etc
anyway, i was obsessed with dp from 2014-late 2017 (until i got into dbz). i made lots and lots of fanart, played the gba games like all the damn time (i got to where i could speedrun tue lol), rewatched the show regularly...i was even one of those fans that bought obscure merch and learned useless trivia that ive since forgotten. in 2015 a lot of you may remember that i made @doppelgangercomic, a comic about an au i had where dan got a redemption arc (albeit a bumpy one) and future vlad was there and stuff happened (go read the comic LOL). it got a LOT of love and traction! it made me really happy to see all the positivity around my work like that :) i actually got a lot of positive responses towards my work in general. i had a really great time in the phandom back then
then i changed fandoms and kinda fell out of the phandom space. after being on a hiatus from the phandom until literally a week ago, i honestly have to say ive felt like i kind of...faded into obscurity in the phandom's eyes? basically i feel like old news. people dont generally know what doppelganger is now. they may have seen my art in passing here and there but they dont know who i am anymore. i think the only place people actively still find my old danny phantom art from when i was heavily active is...deviantart lol. i get notifications from favorites literally every day there. but uh anyway--im not saying this to garner pity or tell a sob story or anything! im just expressing some thoughts and feelings ive had for a long time lol.
the reason i bring this ^ up though, is because like...i know its not true? logically, i know that i DID make an impact in the fandom i loved/love so so much. i left my mark on both the fandom in an artistic sense, and also the people in the fandom, and sometimes i forget that because i get significantly less engagement on my posts than i used to. but i know that doesnt mean that people dont like my stuff anymore, or that ive been forgotten.
i actually got a message from someone today--a friend i made kinda recently who approached me bc they liked doppelganger actually. they told me that basically its surreal to them that theyre talking to me as a friend because they remember reading doppelganger when they were younger and looking up to me because of it. and it really reminded me of what i said previously--ive not been forgotten, and people still do appreciate and love what ive put out into the world (specifically about danny phantom in this case). ive made an impact on people's lives even when i dont realize it or see it physically. the message and sentiment made me feel really really good and nice and happy and honestly relieved, because the phandom and danny phantom as a media has been an extremely important and impactful part of my life ever since i got into it ten years ago. i literally changed my name to dan because of it lol. it was the reason i found stephen silver's work and went down that path of my art journey. its the reason i found so many amazing people and friends and artists and continue to do that even now. i owe a lot to danny phantom and the phandom as a whole, and i try to give back in the only ways i know how--mainly thru showing my passion through my art and posts.
anyway erm. yeah. all of this to say i wanted to thank yall--the phandom--for supporting me all this time, whether youve been with me from the beginning or if youre just joining me recently. youve been an absolute delight in my life and i know youll continue to be for a long time. :)
#this post sounds like im leaving the phandom i promise thats not what this is LOL#im just bein a little sentimental is all..wah
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Hii hey hello!!! It's 🎀anon ☺☺
How are you?? Maybe something happened?? Have you watched anything interesting?? Maybe you have a song recommendation?? I'm curiousss 🤭🤭
Omg I'm literally flying right now and I can't remember exactly what you wrote in your last message, but I thought that it would be the perfect moment to think of something to write 😻😻
And I SWEARR you're soo cool 😭😭 And your drawings are so precious!! I absolutely fell in love with the way you drew Satoru, I was STRUGGLING to choose one option because all of them are soo good 😭😭
And omg sleepy Suguru?? I swear he's just so so precious 😭😭 I generally like the scenario of Jujutsu Kaisen's men being sleepy, because idk it's just so cute 😭😭
Also your latest bots?? Hellooo?? Nanami being a cutie patootie and please I think recently I cried myself to sleep just at the thought that some people can get old together and then you posted it and I was like 😭😭
Suguru spicy hot omg 😳😳 I mean OH MY GODDD-- 😍😍😍 I swear, this man is so AUGHHH 😻😻😻 And the bot about the orange pulp pleaseee 😭😭 He's so precious. Recently a friend of mine started reading Jjk because I let her borrow jjk 0 and she was like "omg so Geto is evil? He killed like 100 people or more, and from your stories I thought that he is just a type of a guy with a black cat energy" And I was like naah Suguru?? Never 😇
And nerdy Satoru I swear 😭😭 And the mention of something penguinish?? (I can't remember very well rn, I can't even check 😭😭) PLEASEPLEASE I LOVE PENGUINS IT WAS PERFECT IT WAS SO SO PERFECT 😍😍 I liked penguins before, but I like them even more cause my bias from ENHYPEN (and they recently released a new album, the one I was mentioning before 🤭) is considered to be "Ice Prince" And you know, Ice, Penguins and stuff 😭😭
And idk the interaction was just so adorable 😭😭
Damn I write a lot 😰😰
It's kinda chaotic
YOU DO WATCH K-DRAMAS?? OMG I'M SO HAPPY 😍😍 And I SWEAR (I swear a lot in this message 🤨🤨) I USED TO BE OBSESSED WITH "TELL ME" BY WONDER GIRLS 🫶🫶
Omg and I forgot to mention in my latest message, that I used to have a figurine of Yuji, but I think my dog ate his hand and idk it just broke and I was really upset then, but it's also kinda funny to me right now 😭😭
Where would you like to travel?? Is there a place that you'd really love to visit??
Omg and I do have an idea for a bot!! ☺☺ But I'm not sure about who exactly.. It's up to you then, how do you feel it 😇😇 It's kinda angsty thoughhh
So, user and bot got tipsy. Or maybe only user, and both of them are not in a romantic relationship, they are just friends. However, as they got home, they got quite intimate together. And bot couldn't have been happier, since he was in love with user for a long time. But after some time, maybe the next day or later, user suddenly says that it was a mistake, and asks the bot to forget about it and do not mention it. And of course, bot should respect that, but DAMN THAT HURTSSS and doesn't want to forget. So maybe openly declares that he doesn't want to forget, or not, but nevertheless is very upset that user wanted to forget about it.
Soo yess that's my idea 😍😍🫶🫶
Also, to respond if you were right with your guess the answer is: I don't know 😭😭 I have no idea who is my favourite character actually, but I LOVE RENGOKU SO MUCH HE'S SO PRECIOUS TO ME I SWEAR I LOVE THIS MAN 😍😍😍
When I was younger I used to like Tanjirou A LOT (idk just main characters were soo 😍😍) and now I literally have no idea... But pleaseplease Mitsuri and Obanai 😭😭
I feel like I wanted to write so so much more but now I think I forgot..
Well, I'm probably going to send you this once I will have an access to internet soo yes 😇😇 That's it for now, maybe I'm going to add something after a while 😍😍
Byebye ily 🫶🫶
(I'm alive and well 😍😍)
🎀ANONN!!! hello!!!!! hi hi hey hello!!!
I was just thinking the other day about you 🤍 I love seeing you in my askbox😭
but I was thinking about you because I started listening to ENHYPEN! My favorite song rn is attention, please! They’re SO GOOOD thank you for opening my eyes 🙏 song rec I have today are Karerice by Crystal Tea
literally giggling right now thank youuu🤭🤭 im glad you like my art, i just started drawing digitally again!!!! And ME TOOO sleepy men are adorablee😫
I’m so glad the Nanami one hit for somebody else!! Whenever I go back to season 2 and remember he just wanted to move to Malaysia and have family and grow old I 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😞😞😞😞
but YES Suguru is 😋😋😋 he’s so 😍😍😛🤭🤭 and 😊🥰 ALSO HHAHAH your friend’s opinion of Geto LMAO I mean technically both are right 🐈⬛
dont worry i know what penguin-like thing you’re talking about but i dont remember what it’s called either, digimon makes no sense to me 😭 but he’s penguins are so cute!!! And I think it’s super cool Sunghoon used to ice skate and it giving him that nickname lol
TELL ME BY WONDER GIRLS🤍🤍
also your dog eating Yuji’s hand off, I’m sorry that’s a liiiiiiitttle very very funny 😭 not your dog giving him s1 / chapter 6 treatment
And I would really like to go to Jaipur for traveling!
I love beautiful architecture and pink’s my favorite color 🤍 it’s literally the pink city it’s perfect
I hope you’re flying somewhere cool/ have a nice and safe trip!!!
I. LOVE. YOUR PLOT IDEA.
it’s the perfect framework for a song bot I was going to do
I’m a big sza fan I wanted to do this song with the lyrics in some kinda of writing and this is so PERFECT
And Mitsuri and Obanai AAAA YEESS🤍 they’re so cute I love them
your bot idea will be my next one and it’ll probably be posted in a couple/few days Ü🫶
again, safe travels and ilyyy!!!!!🤍
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CHARACTER INFO SHEET
TAGGED BY: no one but i've seen it a few times now and y'all know i love a good info sheet so i'm stealing it
NAME: yeong-hwan byun / 변영환
NAME MEANING: something to the effect of eternal shining or eternal brilliance
ALIAS(ES): byan
ETHNICITY: korean
PICTURES YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR CHARACTER: i'm no artist so you'll have to accept some of my favourite fc images that exude byan vibes / energy / looks
THREE HEADCANONS YOU'VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE:
ㅤwhile english is their most used language, their phone's default system language is always set to korean because it's a bit more agreeable with their dyslexia than english has ever been. this also has a bonus perk of being a bit more difficult for most people around them to navigate, so nosy foster parents, caretakers, etc. have a slightly harder time trying to snoop.
ㅤrooftops are their favourite places to hide when they're distressed or running from something. they've always proven to be the last place most people look and, all things considered, it's pretty easy to lose someone by just climbing straight upward.
ㅤwhen taking their emotions out with violence isn't an option, byan takes to drawing instead. a lot of the drawings in their sketchbook(s) that aren't fashion or tattoo related are visual expressions of their emotions, and occasionally glimpses into some of the more traumatic scenes in their past — sometimes images as they remember them from the moment, sometimes from a more outside perspective, and sometimes even the end result they wish had happened. it's not always incredibly clear, sometimes the images are more representative of something they've been through, but the emotion behind it always comes through. this is one of the major reasons why they don't like letting anyone flip through their work. this was also the main and only real way they coped with their emotions throughout much of their childhood, and they still have some of the more violent scribbles they did at a younger age when their anger was a lot more repressed.
THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:
ㅤcrime. pickpocketing, shoplifting, vandalism, burglary, arson — you name it, they probably engage in it and have a great time in the process. breaking laws and causing trouble for others is fun, and doubly so when you get something out of it for yourself.
ㅤart. whether it's simply drawing, spray painting the blank wall of an alley, making or altering clothes and accessories, doing their makeup or painting their nails, or giving themself a new tattoo, they love being creative and expressing themself.
ㅤphysical activity. never one who's been able to sit still for any length of time, you'll always find them moving, even when they're not at track practice. they're regularly parkouring and freerunning across the city, are found getting themself into fights with just as much regularity and, once they're a more functional adult, they're going to the gym every day to burn some of their overwhelming energy (and maintain muscle ofc).
EIGHT PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES/LOVES: sol, lena, ardaka, peter, claudette, kit, ...? —with the exception of sol, these are all cases of familial (specifically sibling) love.
TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:
ㅤblindly trusting anyone, especially those who should have had their best interest at heart, without first having them prove themselves.
ㅤkilling the man who assaulted them. and the fact that they even regret killing him because they know they damn well shouldn't. it was him or them, and he got exactly what he deserved.
TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:
ㅤbecoming dependent on someone other than themself. allowing themself to rely on another is a recipe for trouble, they almost always end up with the rug pulled out from under them when they least expect it, left miserable and hurting and in a much worse position than they were to begin with.
ㅤlosing their freedom and control over their own life. no one who has ever had power over them and their life has used it to benefit them — only to hurt and use and control them. they are the only one who can be trusted with their own wellbeing; their control over their life and their freedom are the only thing they really have, and it's something they've fought impossibly hard for.
#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ dash meme.#i forever love shit like this sm#every time i see a new one i HAVE to yoink it#the way byan just collects siblings for themself is my favourite thing actually#a couple of them could be seen as vaguely parental too but. byan has a Thing about parents so they don't tend to look at it that way.#and i actually have so many headcanons that i haven't shared but?? sitting down to figure out what three of them were took me a minute lmao#almost resorted to some of the darker ones but decided to keep things on the lighter side. ...or as light as they can be around here anyway#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made.
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I understand the fans, but I think we are also somehow at fault in this due to assumption. Because fandom was the one that came up with the idea that 'Henry was 12' on the show, but his age wasn't even said or confirmed in S4 at all.
I remember that some people found a newspaper piece mentioning Alice's age being 15 but not sure if that can be used as proof. We could see Alice was younger than Henry, and the actors' age is enough proof that Alice was younger while Henry was at least 2-3 years older than her. Else why hire Raphael when the actor for Henry could have been chosen as someone younger than Alice's actor.
Also depending on things like posters or background stuff like newspapers will always be tricky because there is a high chance of them being somewhat inconsistent or production mistakes. Like Eddie's age being 17 on a poster, when we know it cannot be true if Eddie is meant to have failed 2-3 of his school year at high school so that'd make him about 19-20 logically.
I personally do not think it matters much because considering the plot and the ages of the actors it is more of a technical choice if anything, but I think assuming things about S4 made the fandom mislead itself for a lot of things (or not considering the production mistakes can happen like Eddie's age), so that's where a lot of 'confusion' comes from regarding the plot and this play or the ages of the characters.
I get what you're saying, but as I said in that post, even if we don't consider those newspapers canon, and I don't, Henry just acts like a kid you know? He looks 12, he draws with crayons, in his monologue Henry calls himself a child, basically everything pointed to him being around 12. They made such weird choices with the casting yk? Casting two kids that look almost the same age to play siblings and then apparently not paying attention to those damn props, im very confused as to what they originally intended
But I agree with you, assuming things is something this fandom has a tendency to do and then they disappoint themselves, like with Henry's sexuality, for some reason, despite no canon backing this up, everyone just assumed Henry's gay and I can already see just how angry everyone will get once the play comes out and Henry has feelings for a girl, they are doing everything they can to deny it's happening but oh well, it will probably happen, and then people will get disappointed and angry at the play, and is it the writers fault?? Nope, they set themselves up
#anon you are my first ask 💖#second i guess#asks#henry creel#stranger things#st the first shadow#stranger things the first shadow
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do you have any jeff hcs?
YES ! I love Jeff so much, he's my FAVORITE original survivor (Jill and Bill being my main favs), so I have PLENTY! He means a lot to me as a character as well, so I've put a lot of thought into him and his story alongside The Legion. Once again, a lot of these are my personal interpretation of Jeff's (and Legion's) stories, so just keep that in mind! I'm just grateful I have a good chunk of lore to work with here unlike Legion 🙏
• He didn’t have that many friends during high school, he mostly kept to himself and did his best in his classes. When he lived in Ormond, though, he did interact with Joey, Julie, and Susie a little bit, mainly Joey since they were in a lot of the same classes. He enjoyed talking to Joey every so often, who also tended to stop by the store he worked at to rent movies to watch with The Legion. I also feel like he barely knew Frank, who he immediately did not like all that much
• When not at work or school, he’d typically lock himself in his room and mess around on his guitar, which he picked up rather quickly, both learning songs he enjoyed as well as making his own
• Most of his art at first was just rough sketches and doodles of people (from either school or customers at the store he worked at) and objects he’d find laying around at first, though he started to experiment a lot with cartoonifying them and drawing random shit from his mind as well
• He had a LOT of fun working on the Legion’s mural, spending as long as he needed to make it as perfect as he could. He was super surprised that anybody would wanna commission him, but super grateful since it felt like a huge stepping stone for him
• He has a fascination with Norse mythology, and used to bury his nose in books when he was much younger. A lot of this shows up in his artwork, especially later in life when he started revisiting this interest of his
• Though he was grateful to not have to listen to his parents' constant fighting after moving away with his mom, he absolutely hated how lonely he felt, having nobody at school to confide in. Even when he’d focus on his art and music, he’d struggle to find as much joy in it as he used to, though he continued to work on them since he didn’t wanna give up on the main sources of happiness in his life
• When on the road with his bandmates, he felt nothing but free, having finally escaped the silent hell that was high school and embracing the exciting music filled life he knew he had ahead of him
• Whenever they were stopped to perform one of their shows, Jeff would find something or something to draw or paint to remember the area by, like a memento, so he’d always have that memory
• As rough as the fight he got into was, he didn’t necessarily regret it due to having helped somebody out instead of just standing by and watching them get hurt. The pain is still hard as hell on him some days, and he doesn’t particularly enjoy the scar he was left with, but he refuses to look back at his life with regret.
• Though he missed his band mates and being on the road, he absolutely loved going to art school. He made new friends and found his true passion in his artwork, finding the happiness he had been looking forward to for so long.
• He listens to a lot of heavy metal when he works on his art, finding that it gives him a lot of motivation and drive to keep creating, even when he’s a bit frustrated with his current project
• He LOVES his dog so damn much! He’s such a dog person, and always dreamed of having one, he just never had the opportunity to do so until he finally settled down. That dog was his best friend, and kept him company whenever he was working at home
• Losing his dad was pretty rough on him. He hadn’t seen him since he moved away from Ormond, and did have some regrets about not visiting him a lot. Finding that guitar meant a lot to him, and he found himself confiding in music a lot more than he had in a while
• He had heard something about the body found at the old lodge and the four teens going missing after he had moved, but he knew very little about it other than knowing Joey and the others were gone. He was a bit upset and confused by this, especially since he had known them, though he ended up forgetting about it after a while, only being reminded after he returned to Ormond
• He defo owns a motorcycle, which he loves riding around whenever he’s feeling overly stressed, the feeling of the cold wind as he rides around calming him down
• He designed a good majority of his tattoos, which he spent forever designing since he wanted them to be perfect before getting them permanently drawn onto him
• Absolutely HATES listening to people fight, since it reminds him a lot of his parents. He tends to freeze up before going into fight or flight mode when he hears or sees a fight break down
• Most of his wardrobe is made up of band shirts and jackets, a lot of which he collected throughout his time out on the road. They all mean something to him, cherishing each and every one, and he also loves how comfortable they are. Some of the shirts from his band were ones he even designed himself
• Hates the idea of cutting his hair and shaving his beard, since he both loves the way they feel, and also feels like they’re what makes him *him*
• Autism :) His special interests are heavy metal, art, and Norse mythology (listen,,, he’s my fav original survivor, let me have this lmfao)
• He enjoys inspirational quotes a lot, and has a bunch taped around his room/house, just so that they’d be there whenever he needed to look at em
• He’s just a very chill guy to be around, and will always be there for anybody that needs him. He always has great words of wisdom to share, and gives great hugs as well
• He’s not much of a show off, but he absolutely loves talking about his art and the thought and meaning he’s put behind every piece of his
#dead by daylight#dead by daylight jeff#dbd#dbd darkness among us#dbd jeff#dbd jeff johansen#dbd headcanons#dbd jeff headcanons#jeff johansen dbd#jeff johansen#jeff johansen headcanons#darkness among us
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Chapter Sixteen: Music Pt. 6
“Hey Fairytale, what did you find over there?” Envy asked after they concluded their book raiding. “I think I found the spot where you became a homunculus.” Dolly responded after confirming the book was in fact the one on the stone. “....I’m coming over now.” Envy started making their way over with selected books to bring back.
“Okay, but remember, I promised I’d carry you back if you had an episode.” Dolly warned as Envy looked over the massive stain on the floor. “Yeah, don’t care about that right now. Damn, I really made a mess here.” Envy was rather impressed with the massive mess they had made after their Father’s botched human resurrection.
“It's no wonder you were in a massive amount of pain there Envy, that was a lot of blood coming out of you.” Dolly was even more mortified that Envy was abandoned in that state all those centuries ago and couldn’t help but agree with Envy’s very justified hatred for Daddy dearest.
“And now you see why I want to kill the bastard?” Envy turned their attention towards the desk, something drawing them to the frozen scene.
“Yeah no kidding, look you’re welcome to use the lamp post on him the next time we see that asshole.” Dolly wasn’t going to restrain Envy on wanting to murder that failed paternal unit.
Envy was about to reply to that offer when they felt that all too familiar being dragged away from reality as they wobbled and sat on the chair before passing out into the memory. Dolly winced at that happening as she gathered the books Envy had collected, a bit surprised that the books chosen were some rather old fairy tales rather than the research journals. Once the books were collected, Dolly carefully picked up Envy to teleport them safely at the hotel with their delicious leftovers. A part of Dolly already made up her mind on getting Envy a parfait as a treat to make up for the short stop to the night out, a reasonably priced parfait that won’t make Joel explode. Cradling Envy, the food, and the selected books, Dolly went ahead and teleported them safely back into the hotel. Envy, dazed and still, was recounting what happened on that day when they came back home all those centuries ago.
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It had been a long trip back to the household that William had vowed they would never go back to. The departure from Dolly and the Mancer family was bittersweet, having promised Dolly that he’d be back to her soon to go on that promised vacation to see the atrocious sheep and their equally awful teeth. William sat at the table in silence with his two equally awful parents being silent in return. His mother clearly hadn’t changed from the last time William had seen her, it made William’s skin crawl to see the new body his mother stole was younger than he was. The only one that didn’t make William gag with disgust was his father who had a frown drawn on his middle aged face from years of being around Dante. The knife and fork clattered on the plate as William started to excuse himself before being stopped by Father dear.
“William, it’s been eight years since we last saw you and not once have you said a word to either me or your mother since returning out of nowhere.” Hohenheim said, not amused that his own son would behave like this after not seeing him for almost a decade.
“Van, don’t waste your breath on our ungrateful son, it’s clear he chose the career of being a professional student, we won’t see any sort of promise with him anyways.” Dante sneered as she glared at William for being such a disappointment.
“I don’t see a reason why I should. You or that hag over there never really cared about my existence unless it was to flaunt me about to your high class buddies. Now if you will let me do the thing I had wanted to do, I will bid you goodnight.” William snarled as he attempted to leave the miserable dining hall.
“You don’t get to call me a hag you little shit, I brought you into this damn world and I can remove you from it too if I should want!” Dante growled as her wine glass shattered in her horrible grip upon being called a ‘hag’.
“Dante you’re not helping…William, why did you even come back here?” Hohenheim side eyed his out of line wife before turning his focus back on William.
“Why? Fine, I’ll tell you why. I found someone I like a lot and want to start my life fresh with her. I just need to do some research here and once I get the information I need from the library, I’m never coming back to either of you.” William had enough of the interaction with his parents, promptly leaving both of them in stunned silence at the little revelation.
The faces on both Hohenheim and Dante were very much like the carp in the garden pond in the back, but William didn’t want to waste any more of his precious time to research. The sooner William got the information he needed, the faster he could get back to Walden and Dolly. It was going to be a rather long night for William as he entered the library, pulling out the research journals needed for this little task. It would be fully worth it to shove into the wrinkled old face of that family head and likely hold over the old man’s head for an incredibly long time. The aroma of the vanilla-like aged paper danced along William’s nose as he cracked open the first journal to look over the research. The soft, crackle-like turning of the page was like a song to William as he read, doing his best to stay awake to get the task completed. A creaking could be heard from the library door as the wretched mother came inside of the library, a plate and small port glass in her hands.
“I’m not wanting to interact with you right now.” William glared at Dante who placed a plate of smoked whitefish with a side of crackers and mustard.
“Fine, but I felt as though you needed a snack and drink while you study. You’re like your father in that sense with the full night's research.” Dante taunted as she placed the delicate port glass next to the plate.
“Funny, you’re not the kind to ever give me snacks.” William eyed the snack plate with caution.
“Well I had every right to be concerned about letting you overeat, looks are everything, especially in this family. However, because this is the last I’ll ever see of you and you’re not even going to let me see any possible grandchildren, I might as well give you a treat as an olive branch.” Dante turned away to walk off, not giving William a chance to protest or even combate the words that came from her lips.
William couldn’t help but get annoyed at his mother’s melodrama about cutting contact with her and the passive aggressive snack plate. The plate sat there for a moment, Wiliam debating if he should accept the snack or not. Ultimately, his stomach growled and that fish started to look very appealing after studying for so long. With a mustard knife and a cracker in his hand, William dished up a little bit of the fish to eat. The fish was relatively good, not the best smoked fish he’d have, but it was good enough for William to enjoy while he worked. It didn’t take long for William to finish the plate and port as he went back to studying. A part of William did want to find out what sort of port that was before he suddenly gained a slight metallic taste in his mouth. It was off putting at first, but WIlliam decided to carry on until his fingers began to grow numb and tingle. Scared, William tried to get up but collapsed on the floor as he writhed in pain on the floor. The sound of rushed footsteps could be heard, likely the failed parents finally deciding to act like parents.
William tried to stay awake for help, but was fading in and out of consciousness as Hohenheim and Dante arrived. Dante’s face was one of abject horror at the state her own son was in as Hohenheim tried to get a response out of his son. There was absolutely nothing that Hohenheim could do to save his child as William thrashed about in his arms. Hohenheim could only watch on in helplessness about the situation and glare at the likely culprit that caused such a tragedy to unfold. The pain continued to increase for William as his gums began to swell painfully. Hohenheim turned his head towards Dante as William started to lose his vision. There were only sounds for William as he struggled to stay alive, he wanted to live, he wanted to have the life he had back in Walden, everything that William wanted was slowly being eaten away by this poison. The voices of his parents the only thing to fill this nightmare void was the only companion William had.
“Dante, what have you done to our son!?” Hohenheim roared for the first time in a very long time since that painful relationship started.
“Why on earth do you think I would do anything to William?!” Dante grew defensive as she got cornered by Hohenheim’s anger.
“Because he was fucking fine moments before you gave him that dish! Now tell me the goddamn truth right now!” Hohenheim demanded as something clearly broke inside the miserable man.
“Fine! I increased the mercury levels in the fish to make him sick. I only wanted to make him stay for a bit longer and nurse him back to health. I didn’t think it’d kill our son so quickly though!” Dante’s voice was cracking from the pressure and the fact she basically poisoned her son to death.
“Dante do you realize you just admitted to fucking murdering our only child, right!? RIGHT?!” Hohenheim could be heard stomping around the library, gathering things he would need right away.
“I only said that out of anger! I didn’t mean to murder our child! Hohenheim, please forgive me! I’ll make another child with you that’d be far better!” Dante pleaded, disgusting William further in the dark space.
“...Replace our child? REPLACE OUR CHILD!? Dante I’m going to resurrect our son! I cannot let my only child die and fuck your disgusting ass offer!” Hohenheim’s anger was truly a frightening thing to hear as the scratches of chalk could be heard.
“You can’t resurrect the dead Hohenheim! He’ll end up a freak of nature! Just let him die, I have this fresh new body to make a better child anyways!” Dante tried to plead with Hohenheim but to no avail.
“You are slime to me Dante, once our son is back, I’m leaving you! I’m done with this bullshit of yours and the disgusting way you’ve dismissed our own child, you’re no longer the woman I fell in love with all those years ago!” Hohenheim snapped back as the sound of the chalk stopped as William felt his body being picked up and being placed elsewhere.
‘I’m…not dead…I can’t be dead…I promised Dolly…I promised…’ Were the last thoughts William had before everything faded to white.
William stood in a place of white, something he had never seen before as he frantically looked about the space for a way out. This couldn’t be the end, it simply couldn’t be. William breathed heavily in horror and sadness that filled that young man before noticing that a large stone door was right behind him. The marbled gray stone that stood before William resembled the yggdrasil with the world serpent underneath, something he knew deep down Dolly would’ve loved to see in person. Slowly, the gate started to open, drawing William closer into its light. Inside was the Mancer Household he had lived in for the past year, a hopefulness filling William that Dolly and the rest of her family would be inside to welcome him home. The fear melted away as William entered the gate, the warmth and comfort that William long craved for was there for him. William wished to stay there, forever, until something grabbed him around his waist and started to pull. Panicking at being grabbed, William grabbed and tried to hold onto anything he could find to stay. It was no use for William as he got violently ripped out of his gate of truth, destroying it with the debris and rubble hitting William in a violent torrent.
The mound of flesh that was once William cried out in agony as malformed limbs flailed about trying to reach for comfort, any comfort they could gain. The one formed eye landed on the horrified Hohenheim, staring back at the monstrosity he turned his son into. Dante was holding back on vomiting at seeing the end results of this failed human transmutation. Hohenheim, in grief and self pity began to back away from the flesh mound. There was a screaming fit from Dante as Hohenheim began to back out of the library and away to pack up to leave. The screaming fit didn’t help William in the slightest with the immense pain he was feeling at that point of time. Everything had happened just so fast and so suddenly, it was hard for William to even keep up with the pandemonium that was unfolding. William had no clue what was happening, everything was pain, sadness, and horror upon being revived in such a horrible state as his deformed mouth began to move.
“Father…help me…I’m in pain…help me…” William gasped in agony, he needed a parent to comfort him and to be there.
“Don’t call me your father…Don’t EVER call me your father you foul mockery of my dead son!” Hohenheim screamed as he refused to go anywhere near that mound of William flesh.
“Hohenheim don’t you fucking dare leave me with this disgusting meatball!” Dante barked in protest, not wanting to clean up the mess that was made.
“Go to hell you wretch! This is all your fault!” Hohenheim snarled as he slammed the library door open to leave.
“I’ll see you there too you bastard! It’s your fault that our son’s remains are now a grotesque lump of meat!” Dante shot back as she watched Hohenheim storm off to pack his things to leave this disaster.
“But..I’m your…” William cried out before Dante snapped a glare at the pitiful mass.
“Shut up you hideous little monstrosity, you cost me my marriage!” Dante kicked the flesh mound before going to chase after her pretty soon to be ex husband.
William was left alone, in pain and rejection as the fighting continued outside of the library as he attempted to move. It was like every muscle in his body was ripping with every crawl he attempted. There was nothing left to do for William other than to be immobile until help could arrive to save him. Maybe once everyone could cool down, maybe just maybe William could be given aid and help that he desperately needed. There was no feasible way that his father could leave him in such a painful state of existence. That was however shattered when his father could be heard opening the main door to the mansion with another man being heard somewhat from how soft the tone was, a mixture of embarrassment and guilt of some sort. The soft mumbling could be heard for a few moments before Hohenheim opened his horrible mouth.
“You’re going to have to give the bad news to your granddaughter about our son, he just died suddenly and we’re in the process of grieving our loss right now.” Hohenheim could be heard explaining as William began being pulled away from this final memory.
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#The Wayfarer#Fullmetal Alchemist#FMA 03#FMA#Fan Fiction#FMA Fan Fiction#Writing#Envy the Jealous#Hohenheim of Light#Van Hohenheim#Dante#OCs#Homunculus#Homunculi
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So after binge reading the predator series I have notes
1. 26 years old and when Jungkook’s mc damned their baby face I said me to shortie ✌🏼. I feel your pain. I remember a few years ago old people used to lecture me while I was working bc they thought i was 17 skipping school. Ma’am I was 23. At 25 I was working at a liquor store and I had people YOUNGER THAN ME asking me if I was old enough to work here. 😐
2. Does everyone one of the boys have a heightened skill? Would all the MCs that have been changed up to this point have heighten skill too? So far hobi is faster than everyone. Teahyung’s vision is better than everyone else’s. Yoongi can sense when something bad is about to happen. I think jimin is seduction and Jin is compulsion? I think Jungkook is a better hunter/tracker?
3. My prediction is that namjoon’s mc knows what he is. Like the only one really paying attention and just watching everyone like bff be fucking forreal. Someone’s gotta humble his god complex and my money is on joons soon to be mc
4. How many jobs has this man had? He’s a doctor present day, was a war doctor, and a professor. Like damn
Ooooh notes, yay!
1. Oh, I feel you on the baby face things. I was eighteen going through TSA and they stopped me and said they thought I was 14 😭 When I wear makeup I'm usually fine but oof that was a shot to my ego.
2. All of the boys do have a heightened skill, that's not the case for all vampires - but it is for the boys. Some of the MCs probably do have gifts, I think I said them before in other asks but I can't be sure - none of it is concrete it's just fun to speculate lol. Jimin's skill can be described as magnetism/persuasion. Like he can draw people in and push them away at will and that just pairs well with his seduction. Like he can try and persuade people to do as he wishes whereas Jin is just straight-up commanding which is definitely a reflection of his human life. Jungkook is an amazing tracker/hunter but he is also incredibly strong and most of that is rage induced 😂
3. Joon's MC is going to be very observant and rather interesting if I do say so myself. I'm excited to come up with their interactions and how they balance one another out.
4. Joon has had a few different jobs lol. He had a lot of time and enjoys pursuing intellectual endeavors so he's had professions that are within that realm.
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Hello I just wanted to say thanks for the post about the art collage stuff and some tips on art. It helped me a lot since I keep comparing myself to artists who are the same age as me or younger who got god level drawing. Idk it just makes me feel like shit that I’m older or same age as them and can’t even draw a damn thing without just getting tired. Anyway thanks to much for cheering me up! It made my day better! Thank you!!!!
(Me rambling moment totally understand if not interested to read!!! ) Although the tip of “everybody does not start like Picasso level drawing! It takes time!” I just have a hard time taking that advise. Ever since a few years ago I just have a hard time even drawing with the remembering of my toxic friend laughing at how shit my art is and how they talk of me never having a future. I just remember the days when they would point, smudge, draw over the stuff I make and laughing at it. I know I should ignore that kind of shit since it’s been so many years but I just can’t leave it. I know I should but nothing is working. I try to escape with social media but then I’m just shown with young artist that have wonderful art. I also know I gotta ignore but it’s just tough. Because of the words of the toxic friends I haven’t drawn in years. I just can’t face my art being so shit. I know I should develop and continue but why should I when everyone says my art is bad. Years to my adulthood are creeping up. I want to be an artist but I just can’t face myself and my art. I wish I could go back in time and draw with confidence and joy like before. So that I can start over with my art becoming better. I just feel like it’s too late. Around me I hear sound of people choosing their path and bright future. Idk sorry for rambling, I know it’s annoying but these days whenever I open my mouth, words just spill out. Anyway I hope you have a good day, your post cheered me up a lot! Thanks
thats. a lot. uh. alright so I'm gonna let you in on a secret-- no one is ever truly satisfied with their art. i've got 50-something year old professors who've been working at industry level for decades and still have yet to feel they've hit their peak. the idea that you will ever feel comfortable with how far you've come is a myth and a lie. you will always feel like you can do better.
as for the anxieties that come with other people besmirching your work; that might be a bit harder to overcome, but as a rule i tell this to everyone i know who wants to get into drawing, whether as a hobby or a career: You have to love drawing in order to draw. I'm serious! the anguish of that kind of futility of forever climbing an unending mountain is only abated by not caring if you ever reach the summit. learn to love drawing for the sake of drawing and nothing else and then the rest will come easy.
good luck with your journey!
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original: animelia
alright, so this wouldn't be an actual writing blog if i didn't start off by talking about the literal oldest world i have ever created on my own.
this thing goes all the way back to when i was like.... eight years old, and playing pretend with my younger brother in our backyard using sticks as swords. we made up stories and went on adventures (i usually played myself and also all the npcs we encountered, though we didn't call them that then because we were eight) in worlds like Camp Half-Blood, Hogwarts, and any other interesting story we'd both read recently, which was a lot because we both read a lot back then. but because we were two homeschooled kids with undiagnosed but heavily suspected ADHD and parents who encouraged Being Outside instead of playing computer games all the time, that was never enough - so we made up our own worlds.
and by we, i mostly mean me.
animelia was one of the very first worlds i ever created. i distinctly remember being maybe, what, twelve? and sitting under the swingset in the backyard, feet in the dirty sandbox below it, with my brother, and drawing out the "map of the world" we were playing in. it got its start there, and then i forgot it for years during high school because i thought it was cringe, and now in recent years i've re-embraced the cringe and started updating this to become an actual story once again.
so here's the deal with my animelia story!
Animelia is essentially a world that runs in a separate but connected dimension to ours, which used to be connected closely to Earth by way of dimensional portals called goldstreaks; however, An Event happened several hundred-plus years ago and the goldstreaks that once were kept open for travel have now been shut down, and only the occasional natural goldstreak portal opens up due to the positioning of the stars and thinning of dimensional walls and such. This means that travel between the two worlds is now practically nonexistent.
(originally, when i was a kid with a pencil and notebook paper drawing this world, it was a galaxy with every fragmented planet its own biome - a jungle planet, a desert planet, and so on, with goldstreak portals between planets. that's long since changed for multiple reasons (including a lot of college courses on ecology haha) but it was a fun start, honestly. we always set the goldstreak transporters by the gate to our backyard when we were playing games, because where else are you going to put it?)
While Earth's sentient/sapient population is primarily made up of humans, Animelia's is made up of a race known as nyms, who are more or less anthropomorphic animals. The specific animal they're an anthro version of is known as a morph, so you can be a mockingbird morph, a deer morph, and so on. Nyms have an inborn amount of magic, and while not everyone is able to do a lot of magic, everyone at least has the ability to shift forms into a "full-animal" version of their morph, which is inevitably significantly larger (and sometimes more unusually colored) than the Earth equivalent. There are big cities, travel, commerce and trade, and all kinds of politics and magic and stuff that I'll elaborate on later (as I figure it out too, haha) but generally it's a pretty standard level of fantasy-world-technology and such. Just...more animals.
Oh, and humans are basically fairytales, that's an important note. It's been so long since the goldstreaks were regularly held open by mages that they're considered legends now, and nobody really thinks that "morphless" (humans) exist anymore in more than old stories.
And this is when we get to the plot of the book(s) here!
(damn, this is gonna be a long post. probably a good/bad sign for how the others are going to be, since this is the very first one, huh?)
The plot follows a trio of teenagers (this will probably be something around YA in age-level) who are in way over their heads, but they're still Doing Their Best. Their best involves running from the law, trying to blunt-force their way through language barriers with questionable success, a lot of hitchhiking, breaking so many laws I'm not even kidding, and a lot of found-family bonding through trying to basically smuggle a unicorn back to Fairyland in a world where unicorns are executed on sight for Not Supposed To Exist crimes.
Lussa is a spiny bush viper nym who's been more or less disowned from his (noble, military-focused, traditional) family for being so obsessed with tracking down "old stories and legends" of goldstreaks and morphless instead of "getting a real job"; he's currently working on trying to predict (and thus prove) the opening of natural goldstreak portals, using calculations based on notes he found in his late mother's journals. He's all intelligence and dexterity; he's very good at fighting because of his family but also hates fighting and avoids it when possible, and gets overly enthusiastic about anything relating to goldstreaks at any time.
Kyrren is his best friend, a snow leopard nym from a largely migratory tribe in the mountains, and while she's also very interested in the goldstreaks and morphless thanks to the oral stories that her tribe has passed down, she's currently more concerned with keeping her incredibly intelligent idiot of a best friend alive while he's slithering all over the continent chasing portals. She's more of a common-sense person, well used to traveling and dealing with bandits and weather and how they're going to get all this sensor equipment up the cliff when neither of them can fly, and she's a bit more deadpan but also does get excited about the goldstreak stuff.
Alina, on the other hand, is a human who trips and falls through a goldstreak in the forest behind her house, winds up at the peak of a snowy mountain, gets rescued by a snow leopard walking on two legs and a half-snake guy with glasses who's way too excited about everything, and then has to deal with the fact that she's now in a world where humans don't exist, she doesn't speak any of the local languages, and her only hope to get back home is to rely on these two fellow teenagers to get her all the way across the continent to a place where they think another portal might open up in a month's time.
It's basically a Road Trip From Hell sort of story, with extra language barriers, cultural shock, magical loopholes, found family, and figuring out that hey maybe those manufactured goldstreak portals hadn't actually been closed due to a completely natural disaster like everyone thought in the first place.
I have a ton of thoughts swirling on the matter of local cultural traditions, etiquette and honorifics, the magic system, and the geography, but this post is already long enough so we'll stop it here!
After a snippet of the pieces I do actually have, of course ;)
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Luckily, the morphless doesn’t get a chance to sneak away or attack them while they’re asleep.
Unluckily, it doesn’t get a chance because it wakes them up with a bloodcurling howl.
Kyrren leaps out of the makeshift nest with a yowl of her own half-caught in her throat, scrambling blindly for her collapsed spear with one hand and unsheathing claws with the other. Even before she’s fully awake she’s crouched in front of Lussa, who’s thrashing in a trap of his own making underneath all ten layers of blankets and hissing in a sleepy panic.
The morphless is moving—away from them?
Kyrren blinks sleep out of her eyes hard, even as she puffs herself up to make herself a bigger, more threatening opponent. But no, she hadn’t seen that wrong. It’s....moving away. Backing itself into a corner, actually, leaving all of the blankets behind and pressing its back into the cold stone wall. It stares at her with big, round eyes set high in its flat face, like an owl, but more focused on her and less through her.
Kyrren hesitates when it doesn’t attack. It also seems to stop once it’s there. Its chest heaves, moving rapidly for something that big, and its heartbeat seems to be even faster than her own.
Is it....scared? Surely not. It's not like it's the one being faced with a monster out of fireside stories and old dusty legends.
Lussa manages to slither his way out from the blanket pile and into a mostly upright position while they’re staring at each other. The morphless’s eyes flick down to him and it jerks back again, letting out another whimpering sound. It clutches at its belt as if looking for a weapon and finding none.
It does look scared. Of Lussa, of all nyms.
Kyrren had thought it was a predator, but maybe it’s more prey-oriented instead—Lussa is the exact opposite of intimidating. As evidenced by his sleepy squint at the morphless. “Whasssssit?”
“It’s awake,” Kyrren mutters.
“It’ssss... Oh. Oh!” Lussa jolts, then dives back into the blanket nest—making the morphless jump—before scrambling back upright with his glasses. “Oh!” he repeats, enthusiasm spiking. “You’re awake! Hello!”
He goes to move past Kyrren and she grabs his arm, stopping him. “We don’t know if it’s dangerous-”
“It’s not going to attack me!” Lussa protests, waving one hand at it. “Look at it, it’s terrified!”
It—does still look scared, frankly. Pressed as far back into the corner as it can get, its skin gone an even grayer shade of brown, and eyes wide behind its unruly long hair.
Kyrren pins her ears back, uneasy. She doesn’t really... like scaring people. Not people smaller and not threatening to her, at least. But. They don’t know how dangerous this thing is. “Cornered animals are the most dangerous,” she reminds him.
“But not cold ones,” Lussa argues. “Look, it’s shivering. Are you cold? You look cold,” he adds to it directly.
The morphless stares mutely at him.
Lussa deflates a bit. “Fine, you don’t have to...oh, let me just...” He pulls away, and this time Kyrren reluctantly lets him go.
She stands up straighter, then when the morphless only shrinks back, she sinks back down onto her haunches. It doesn’t look any less terrified, but it seems to relax again when she’s not towering over it. Really, it’s not any taller than Lussa when he’s pulling himself upright, and that’s barely the height of Kyrren’s chest. No wonder it’s scared, if it’s that small.
She flicks her tail out, balancing her weight, and wonders at the way the morphless’s eyes catch on it and widen before snapping back to Lussa.
#this is a very fun one and very dear to my heart#assorted bonus fun facts: animelia has one main language but lots of different dialects#sign languages are a very common trade language especially on the coast between aquatic nyms and terrestrial nyms#honorifics are used commonly and it's very rude to not include them#and alina the human has no fucking clue what's going on!#also one of my crossjumpers is from this world too <3#animelia stuff
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confusing post and i have a lot of issues with it
the ages are either inaccurate or stated in a way that is misleading. (or vriska has been pulling some elaborate lie) as far as i can remember vriska turned 18 recently, and in 2023 they would have been 17. it seems kinda misleading to say “this person is a groomer, they’re 18 and their victim is 15” when they were both under 18 at the time. 17/14 (if that was indeed their ages at the time) is still a big difference in age though
vriska was NOT dating a 15 year old at 18, vriska broke up with this person by the time they(vriska) were 17. it could still be a large age gap, but it would not be an adult in a relationship with a minor younger than them, which is what someone might assume from your post.
about that screenshot about threatening self harm - is vriska trying to prevent a suicide??? this drastically changes the context. trying to manipulate someone into doing something via harming oneself is obviously bad; but someone breaking down and desperately trying to stop their partner from killing themself is far far far more understandable. it's probably not the best course of action but it's a lot more understandable. i think most people would act irrationally and destructively if their partner's life was in peril
(vriska giving someone the pros and cons of suicide methods while desperately trying to stop them from dying is such a strange juxtaposition, like damn pick a struggle. i don't agree with them doing that)
so many things here seem a tiny bit misleading or like a stretch, it’s hard to trust any of this when so much seems like a little exaggeration
this is why i can’t trust you when you write that vriska threatened to ‘kill her animals’ - the only context are two screenshots of two sentences. why is vriska even talking about ‘kill[ing] them first so they don’t have to suffer’? what is any of this conversation? i have no context so i can't make an informed conclusion
i agree with this - vriska publicly venting anger in the form of violent fantasies about someone specific, who is literally also on the same social media platform, with friends who are also literally on the same platform - is such an odd (and poor) choice on their part. i really think something like that should just be kept to a diary or a more private group.
do you think sending anonymous hate mail is going to fix anything? the only thing you really criticize in that ask is vriska’s art style. this could have been your chance to tell vriska literally anything else - criticize their behavior, tell them to be better, anything. but instead you call them a cunt and say their line art is shit, and then post proudly about it in a callout as if you’re helping the situation at all. it’s obviously not helpful.
about the possible SA threatening allegations? i unfortunately could not find any archives but i do remember vaguely seeing this post. i couldn't figure out what the post was saying at the time - i definitely didn't think it was threatening SA but i didn't reread it to figure out what i really said before it got deleted.
i'm not sure that i understand the racism allegation. your colorpick looks really off from mine. but it could also be a monitor/technical issue.. i'm not sure what's going on. i think the image has been through a lot of color filters as a result of compression and it's messing with the character's skin tone. here’s an image where i tried to figure it out:
what’s even the allegation here? vriska can’t draw color dark skin well yet?? i apologize if i’m missing something but this is genuinely really confusing. yeah, learning artists without experience often don't know how to realistically color dark skin? this point specifically doesn't really warrant a 'call out', i think it could have been fixed with a more constructive "hey artist, try coloring your skins [warmer / more saturated / less muddy / etc]".
i think this post could have benefitted from a lot more context. some of the points seem like a stretch or somewhat misleading. it's confusing and hard to trust
WARNING: This post contains grooming, guilt tripping, suicide attempts, talks of Self Harm, threats of SA to a minor, and mentions of animal death
Hello, if any of you are reading this, then I’m here to say that I highly recommend blocking this cunt on Twitter
To those who are wondering, this deplorable bitch has groomed my friend @cagneyblooms (Vriska is 18 and Cagney is 15) and Vriska has guilt tripped Cagney by threatening to send her cutting pictures
(The pink/purple text is my friend Cagney)
Vriska has also encouraged her to commit suicide by listing methods Cagney could do
Vriska has also threatened to kill her own perfectly healthy animals and told Cagney it
Vriska has also talked about murdering her on one of her many termed Tumblr accounts
However, me and some of Cagney’s friends weren’t going to let this bitch keep doing this to Cagney, so we sent her anonymous hate mail (I couldn’t screenshot theirs, but here’s one of mine)
(Also I do not give a shit if you give me smack for this, Vriska is a fucking terrible person)
Cagney has also informed me that after this, Vriska had tried to threaten me with SA before her account got termed
All I have to say is that how fucking pathetic are you to the point of threatening to send one of your “friends” after me. Keep in mind, I am a minor and I’m the same age as Cagney (15)
Vriska is also extremely racist because look at this shit she made
This speaks for itself, and something that also makes it worse is the shade of color she specifically used for the skin
It’s fucking dark muddy orange/yellow
So to conclude this, fuck Vriska, I hope she gets terminated and eventually sent to jail. If you or any of your friends see any account of hers. Block and report it
As a bonus, here’s my response to her on her brand new Twitter account before I blocked her
#not really sure what to tag this as either#abuse tw#abuse ment#suicide tw#suicide ment#self harm tw#self harm ment#sh tw#sh ment#vriskafic8ion saga
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