#I’ve been doodling these trying to get them outta my system but

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Mags very in love with his husband post 🫡

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hey so i started that newsies fic and this is the first chapter !! lmk what u think please!!! (keeping in mind i havent written fic since that one time in eighth grade, 7 years ago, so might be a little rough!) so im open to feedback but be nice im fragile 🥺 👉👈

the premise is that Medda wants to adopt Jack even tho he is 17 and he is v depressed and angsty and doesnt want to let anyone care about him but eventually he lets ppl in and then the most important trope comes in (found family)

“Kelly?” Mr. Wiesel poked his head in through the door to the bedroom that held eight boys, varying wildly in age. One boy, clearly the oldest, was laying in bed, doodling in a sketchbook. He looked up, surprised.

“Jack Kelly?” repeated Mr. Wiesel to the room full of children. They all looked the same to him.

“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy replied cautiously.

“Someone is here to see you,” said Mr. Wiesel, or as Jack liked to call him, Weasel.

“Who is it?” asked Jack, not moving from his bed.

“No one, if you keep ‘em waiting. C’mon, kid, I ain’t got all day.”

Disgruntled, Jack rolled out of bed and followed Weasel down the hall into a room where a kind-looking woman in her mid-to-late thirties was waiting alone.

“Well, Ms. Larkin, this is the oldest one we got,” Weasel said, referring to Jack as though he wasn’t even there. “I’ll let you two get to know each other,” he said as he walked out of the room without looking back.

Jack stared at the ground. He wasn’t sure who she was or why she was at all interested in him, and he didn’t really care. He was 17 and still in the foster system, and by now he had given up on expecting to ever find a family.

“Hello there,” the woman said kindly as she stood up. “My name is Medda Larkin. What’s yours?” she asked, sticking her hand out for him to shake.

“Jack. What’s it to ya?” mumbled Jack, hesitantly shaking her hand.

She paused as she took him in. He was clearly exhausted. His eyes, which hadn’t left the ground once the entire time he was in the room, had a haunted look and dark circles under them. His hair was rather scruffy, and the old hoodie he was wearing had definitely seen better days.

“Well, Jack, I’m here because I am looking to add to my family. So, if you’d be alright with it, I would like to adopt you.”

“Why?” he asked quietly, not taking his eyes off the ground. “I’m four months from growing out of the system, wouldn’t ya rather get a cute little kid you can watch grow up?” he added, somewhat bitterly.

“No one grows out of family, and everyone deserves to have one,” she replied gently, still trying to get him to meet her eyes. “Lots of people want little kids, but big kids need and deserve just as much love.”

“Well look, I appreciate what you’re tryna do, miss Medda, but I’ve been tossed around in the system since I was one’a those cute little kids, and ain’t no one ever give me a second look. An’ ya wanna know why?” He paused, but didn’t wait for her response. “It’s ‘cuz I’m what they call a ‘problem kid.’ Trust me, there’s a lotta great kids in here that need a family and deserve a chance, and I ain’t one’a them. Ya don’t wanna waste this chance on a loser who’ll be able to get outta here in a few months when there’s good kids trapped in here who could have a real shot.”

Medda gave him a long, steady look. Eventually she spoke. “Jack, I’m not going to force you into anything. You are seventeen years old, and I’m not going to treat you like a child. Family is a choice, and it is a two-way street. However, you should know that I do want you, specifically, to be a part of my family. I think you are a good kid who deserves a real shot, and I would consider it an honor to be a part of that with you and help you any way I can. So, while I won’t force you against your will, I am going to push a little bit- even if you don’t want to give yourself a shot, could you at least give me one?”

Jack stared at the ground for a long time. On the one hand, he didn’t believe for one second that it would work out long-term or that he would actually be part of a family. On the other hand, Medda was a very kind woman, and even if it didn’t work out, he would be an adult in four months. If- when- she realized he really was too much to handle, he could just leave and never come back. He really didn’t have anything to lose here, and he didn’t have a solid enough reason to tell this woman no. So, after a long beat of silence, he gave a shrug. “I guess.”

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Final post. 🙏

School update?? I finally transferred, and now I’m suffering with 6 classes.

Blog-wise:   

Kind of? disappointed I won’t be continuing this blog at this point, shit keeps popping up and I’d rather mess around with other arts when I’m actually free. (literally right after i posted the last one I ended up getting commissioned by 5 people for twitch :/ shitty timing) 

I will try to at least doodle him once in a while 😭 😭  (I did an art project for him a year ago or something???? but I lost it, or maybe i threw it away rip) I’m keeping asks around for hopefully future illustrations, even if they aren’t an ask/answer style thing. 

Running this blog is kinda stressful somehow?? uAu also when it came to having to know some comic stuff. but it was fun while it lasted uvu.

I DO plan to redo a spideypool piece from ‘16 when i get some current idea’s for other stuff outta my system, it’s something that’s been on my to do all year.

I’ve been apart of a couple zines for the last year and a half so! if there’s anything of that sort in this side of tumblr then I’ll probably be around, or hmu cuz I always miss them lmao.

:v im active on instagram if you want to stick around for crap arts. maybe you can pressure me to make some bitter spooder stuff lOL

peace

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Well, I’m obsessed with Pikmin again and I need to ramble.

When Nintendo Land came out, the main game we played was Pikmin Adventure. We LOVED that mode and played through all of it. We never finished all the achievements but some stages were hard af. I was always the captain and my siblings we the Pikmin. It was always funny when I’d whistle them back and yeet them onto bosses or whatever and they’d have the punching ability and punch the shit outta things. I also like the variety of effects my Pikmin would get too.

I also really liked the music in Pikmin Adventure, specifically Bulborb Forest with the drums. This game mode means a lot to me since I love Pikmin. Also the Beebs are cute af and I did a doodle page with them once! Look them!!!

So goofy and cute!!!

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I’m playing through Pikmin 3 Deluxe right now and I’m really loving it. I’ve been obsessively playing Mission Mode’s treasure collecting stuff and I got Platinum on 9/15 of the stages if I remember correctly. I was a bit sad to get platinum on Fortress of Festivity since it was my favourite stage. ;w; I would play it every time around Christmas and try to get that platinum rank. XD

I really like the Piklopedia logs too. I love reading them to my sister after I collect a lot of fruit and enemies. I love all the Koppaite captains. They all got their little quirks too which makes them funny and cute in their own way. I don’t like Louie still, but I really like his logs too because of all the various ways he cooks the enemies. He should be a chef instead. I’m anticipating Olimar’s logs. I’m at formidable Oak right now, so the end is near. I was dicking around and trying to get more of those badges.

I’m happy I was able to fight the bosses with no casualties. I had to restart the Vehemoth Phosbat the most because shit kept going wrong. I’m happy I was able to use the pro-strat for the Quaggled Mireclops because in the original Pikmin 3, I lost 65 Pikmin to the weird body-slamming attack it does when at lower health. I’m still on the fence about doing the harder modes as thus far, I’ve done story mode without losing any and restarting the day should I lose any. I’ll see how I feel once I finish normal mode. I also wanna do bingo battle but I gotta see if I can convince anyone in my home to do so. If you could do online that’d be cool but considering Nintendo’s online, it’d probably suck.

As it stands, I love Alph, Brittany, Olimar in terms of captains. Charlie’s also cute and his talk about his steely fists are funny. Louie, I only like for his logs and constantly berate. Pikmin wise, I still find the Rocks to be super cute with their lower voices that make them sound all whiny and cute. How they roll around and stuff is so adorable too! Yellows are super cute too and I still love them best.

I think I’ve gotten most of it out of my system for now and if you read all this, thanks!

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Illuminator: Origins, Part 1

Happy Self-Insert January!!

Okay, so. It started out as a pretty normal day. Maybe even good. At least, as good as any day involving high school can be, amirite? 

Ha.

But anyway. I had woken up early, put on an outfit that, while not exactly nice, was at least not the same sweatpants and hoodie I’d worn for the rest of the week. And if it wasn’t the greatest outfit in the world, it had my leather jacket. My leather jacket can literally take a no-spoon stained-sweatpants day and turn it into a ‘fuck the world but in a cool way’ grunge day. Plus it makes me look like three times gayer. 

So I zoned my way through most of school, had a passable time at Fuckboy Central , a.k.a. animation class, and as a bonus, my mom even picked me up from school so I didn’t have to slog home through knee-high snow in tights and a short skirt. 

Of course, before we went home, we stopped at the Arc first.

The Arc is this big old thrift store run by a local charity. It’s got tons of stuff that I could just spend hours looking at, rooting through old bins, touching old clothes and just generally having a good, stimmy time. One time this lady even brought her little Pomeranian into the store. I got to pet him.

On this particular day, there was no dog, the dress aisle was taken up by this judgy older woman who watched me rummaging through the dresses like I was going to shove one under my shirt and take off, and there were no cute teacups. I mean, there usually aren’t, but I’m still hoping that one day I’ll find the cutest little teacup and saucer with the curliest handle and the most floral pattern that I can get and feel like a princess drinking from.

I did find something princessy, but it wasn’t a teacup.

It was a pencil.

A really cute pencil.

You know, I’m not actually sure if I’d have done anything differently if I’d known. I mean, I might have chickened out and not even bought it, but then again I might also have done it anyway. I mean, a little forewarning might have been nice, I guess. Like ‘hey, just a heads-up, using this pencil for any creative pursuits will change your life forever! Make sure you grab some snacks and a change of clothes just in case!’ type of deal.

But anyway.

It was in a big bowl of other (mostly broken) writing utensils that was labeled ‘50c’. As luck would have it, I had two quarters in my jacket pocket. 

I went up, bought it at the register and spent the rest of the time poking around the toy section. 

See, turns out it still had lead in it, and I was super excited to draw with it. My aunt gave me a similar pencil once, except it was pink and had a heart dangling off instead of a little rainbow droplet or whatever the charm is supposed to be. And for something that was designed for aesthetics rather than sturdiness, it sketched really well. Maybe it was because the lead size was literally the smallest they made commercially, or something. But I must’ve  lost it, ‘cause I definitely don’t have it now.

Anyway, this pencil was almost identical in model to the one from my aunt, plus it was adorable, and using adorable things for everyday tasks make them, like, 70% more fun. This is true science facts.

So younger me sat down on her messy bed, excited to start drawing with this cute pencil, having no idea what lay in store for her as soon as she touched the lead to the paper.

There I am, see? Look how adorable and naive I was, all sittin’ criss-cross applesauce with ill-proportioned arms. 

Wow, I’m waxing pretty nostalgic about this, seeing as how it was only, like, a week ago.

But anyway. I opened my sketchbook to a blank page, put the tip of the pencil down-

And that’s when it happened. 

My sketchbook blasted a goddamn ray of light right in my face, like it was an outdated meme. Then it jumped out of my hands, still firing it’s lazars, and what felt like a sudden hurricane started tearing up my room.

It was almost exactly like that time I paid two dollars to stand in a tornado simulator booth at a science museum, except my room was the booth. And safety was obviously not the first priority of the manufacturers. 

My stuff went flying everywhere- my books, my plants, my stuffed animals, you name it, it was definitely in the air. I got hit in the face by my own dirty laundry. In hindsight, I honestly don’t know why I didn’t just nope the fuck outta Dodge. But then again, when you get randomly dropped in the middle of a movie scene, see how cool you act when faced by a charging dragon or the edge of a waterfall or something.

And then, of course, my own sketchbook sucked me in.

I mean, as soon as I mentioned the sketchbook you all probably expected that. The ‘getting sucked in by a book’ trope is super cliche, right? Well, you know, when you’re there in the moment, just trying to doodle a few dynamic poses as a destresser from the purgatory we all call the public education system, the next thing on your to-do list is ‘go get a nice cup of tea’, NOT ‘get vored by my own damn sketchbook’. I mean, to me it did NOT seem like a portal to a magical world of wonder- it seemed like my sketchbook had turned on me and was now attempting to consume me to get revenge on... like... using it as a sketchbook or something. 

I wasn’t actually thinking that coherently at the moment, but I drew a helpful diagram to show you what my general thought process was.

I remember, like, a confusing swirl of colors, kind of like the boat scene in ‘Willy Wonka’, and then I was falling from the sky.

Yep.

I didn’t actually register what had happened for a second. My glasses slid off my face and just, like, spiraled away into the sky, like they were fulfilling their helicopter dreams. 

Then, of course, I started screaming.

It wasn’t even, like cool screaming. This was full-on ‘holy shit I’m about to die’ no-room-for-rational-thought-over-the-pure-primal-panic, tears and snot and spit everywhere you don’t even realize you were doing it at first screaming. I think the only other time I might have ever screamed like that was when I was being born.

Eventually my lips were definitely bleeding and my throat felt like a knife, but I just couldn’t stop. I could barely even hear myself screaming over the wind rushing by me.

It actually took me a couple of seconds to realize that I had stopped falling. I stopped screaming and squinted around. Someone had somehow caught me in their arms without the impact breaking my or their bones, but we also didn’t seem to be on the ground, either. They were holding me like I was a very large, leggy baby. They said something, but my head was pounding and I couldn’t make it out.

My glasses fell into my lap like ‘oh hey man, the helicopter thing didn’t work out, can I still crash on your face?’ 

The next thing I did after being rescued from being a lesbian pancake on the pavement was throw up on my savior and immediately pass out.

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When I woke up, I was lying on a park bench with my head on something soft and furry. I didn’t open my eyes right away- first I had to check if I was, indeed, still alive. I was, but I kind of felt like it would have been better if I wasn’t. My lips hurt, my throat now felt like sandpaper, which I guess was an improvement from a knife, and my body ached.

The next thing I noticed were the voices whispering around me. They seemed to belong to several kids and at least two adults, both masculine-sounding. 

“But where do you think she came from?” one of the voices, feminine-sounding, said in a stage whisper.

“I don’t know!” the first adult voice said in an accent, sounding bewildered. “She just fell-” here he imitated a whooshing sound- “right past my airship. It was really lucky I got to her in time with the glider...”

“I hope she’s gonna be okay,” the child’s voice said worriedly. “She’s so pretty!”

The other adult voice snorted. “Pretty? She just looks like a mess to me.”

“HEY!” the child’s voice insisted. “That’s not nice, Robbie! She just fell from the sky!”

Another child snorted with laughter. “Ha! Yeah, I’ve seen you look worse after just falling from a tree.”

“It- it was a very TALL tree!” the second adult protested. “And I didn’t say I didn’t like her. Anyone who pukes on Sportaflop is okay in my book.”

Someone approached. “Do you think she’s dead?” another child asked, in a rather nasally voice. 

“She’s not dead,” another child said exasperatedly. “She’s breathing, see?”

“Yeah, but she could be brain-dead,” the nasally child objected. “Like a vegetable.”

“Huh?” the second adult voice asked suspiciously. “Vegetables? Where?”

“No, not that kind of vegetable, Robbie,” the nasally voice scolded. “I mean like... in a coma.” They paused. “If she is, can I have her glasses?”

“She’s not in a coma, either,” the other child said. I could hear some electronic beeping. “All vital signs and brain activity are normal. I think maybe she just passed out from the stress and the g-forces or something.”

A rather sticky finger poked my cheek. “Hello?” another child said right in my ear. “Hey, can you hear me, pretty sleeping lady, huh?”

I waved the finger away and sat up, grimacing. “Okay, okay, I’m up,” I said hurriedly. I felt like the next course of action would be to get one of them to kiss me to see if I was under a spell. 

I opened my eyes cautiously and immediately regretted that decision. The sunlight streamed right into my face, and I hissed between my teeth, holding a hand up to shade my eyes.

“Hey!” the child who said I wasn’t dead said excitedly. “Look, she’s awake!”

“We can see that,” the second adult voice said haughtily, but was drowned out by a chorus of excited exclamations from the other children. They all swarmed me at once, tugging on my clothes and yelling. 

“Hey lady, where’d you come from?”

“Why’d you fall from the sky, huh? Huh? Are you a superhero like Sportacus?”

“Can I have your glasses?”

“Are you an alien?”

“No, she’s not an ALIEN! She’s obviously from the FUTURE!”

“Hey, whoa, whoa,” I said hurriedly, putting my hands up. “Get off, get off-- it’s too early for this, okay?”

“But it’s two in the afternoon,” one of the kids pointed out. 

“She means she just woke up,” another one said. 

I went to push up my glasses, but ended up tapping the bridge of my nose sadly. “Aw, crap,” I groaned. “Hey, has anyone seen a pair of--”

“Are these your glasses?” the first child’s voice asked. A pink, indistinct shape offered something to me, and I took them. Sure enough, they were my glasses.

Pushing them onto my face, I shook my head and looked up. “Thanks,” I said. “Uh, where am--”

I stopped mid-sentence. There was really no point asking where I was. 

Unfortunately, I knew exactly where I was. Which was the problem. Because by all discernible laws of nature, I shouldn’t have been where I was.

The people in front of me, all laid out like a goddamn Renaissance painting, looked at me. 

“Hey, what’s the matter?” the girl who had given me my glasses asked. “Are you okay?”

I looked at them for a second. They were all familiar to me- from the kids to the two men, one very shirtless and clutching a trash bag, making awkward eye contact in the back.

YEET happy self-insert January

forgive the lowering in quality of my artwork as it keeps going, I was up til past 2 last night working on this and other things.

Stay tuned for next time, when I continue having panic attacks and cry a lot! Or don’t, if you don’t want to. I don’t know.

Bye.

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{Chorus: Violet Verigo} You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore You don’t even breathe, neither do I anymore, more Maybe you should leave to the night, ’cause I’m sure You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore, more

{Verse 1: Example} Some people to people, not seeing pupil to pupil Ain’t seeing iris to iris, they’re being futile and brutal Like Cyrus, the virus, a little chance they might shoot you So give ’em laser removal, the whole kit and kaboodle As I sit here with my pen and I doodle Thinking ’bout how all my friendship group quadrupled with rupels And tripled and doubled Then suddenly, I’m covered in rubble They were using me, their puppetry stumble Back in 2012, I probably had 2012 contacts Plus hundreds of contacts, lets start with the long facts My phone book was looking like the Yellow Pages I was spending much of life with so many strangers In one year, I probably had six Ranges And my dealer probably bought herself a few bracelets Went through sick changes, yeah, the shit’s crazy All because I fell in love with 36 chambers Who can blame us? Always tryna copy off inspector debt Now I sit inside my castle, inspecting the deck I got a sun deck, a pool deck, a food deck, who? That you, yeah? That little kid you bullied at school Always acted a fool and tried to be cool Deleted you on Facebook right as soon as I blew ‘Cause all the bullies try and fool you when they ask for favours But I’ll be in Ibiza with a couple ravers Girls, a couple flavours On some wrong behaviour ‘Til my missus landed on my lap, became my saviour Had a couple failures, married Miss Australia Fell and landed on my feet, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

{Chorus: Violet Verigo} You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore You don’t even breathe, neither do I anymore, more Maybe you should leave to the night, ’cause I’m sure, sure You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore, more

{Verse 2: Doc Brown} Bruv, the journey is nuts 20 breh’s upstairs, rollin’ herb on the bus Rhymin’ cyphers with a lighter, we’re burnin’ it up ’05, slow grind, no one makin’ P Verse number 183 but where’s it taking me? Hard to show that you’re a leader when nobody sees ya’ Low exposure, overchievers, you know the procedure I go on believing, proverbial tree in The forest breaking down, did it make a sound? Never special-guested, always second-bested Mental health is tested Clinically depressive, gave myself the message If that’s what wrong with me, that’s tragic comedy Put it on stage, make it an economy I told the world I was a loser and they laughed Now my garden bigger than a fuckin’ park But I still think back to the start Those first flows when there weren’t jokes, I was dirt broke I knew Elliot in the days of Ready Brek and Teletext Never knew where we’d be shellin’ next Nowadays it’s a brave new environment Just for Example, I came out of retirement Netflix, Apple TV, BBC I don’t need to do this, I just love the music I just love the way the beat reacts when I abuse it I just love the way that you assume that I could lose it, foolish

{Chorus: Violet Verigo, Doc Brown} You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore (Stupid) You don’t even breathe, neither do I anymore, more (Go get ’em, Sway) Maybe you should leave to the night, ’cause I’m sure, sure You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore, more

{Verse 3: Sway} Listen, I’ve learned not to take anything personal With the industry for the stuck up squares, you gotta be versatile While they were cutting shapes, I was cutting tapes On the stage where before you went in, you had to circle ’round I heard their doubts but I won Left ’em behind on their bums Still shake it every time I rhyme, try to work it out And if you made it this far into the song then your attention span is long enough for me to make this worth the while Listen, anything we want in this life, we can achieve it (Real talk) It was the eye in my piano that helped me see this But soon as I had the key, I tried to tune in with my peers But because they had fears, they saw my drive and tried to key it Man, I’ve started from scratch so many times Lost a couple of notes and I’ve scrapped so many lines Took it back to Africa when I scrap so many lions That slap me fast, and so hard that they scrapped Simba and {?} Why on earth would you say this when you got four kids? This is science See the kids that want Disney don’t know who Walt is Created a scene without creating a scene, there’s a science I’m not asking for roses, they erode quick First single at 19, had the rap game Covid since ’06 When there were no TikToks to blow quick I’ve been a G before IG, live streams and 5G Ask poisonous poets, I’ve got the cure for anyone home sick Fresh outta lockdown and I’ve been on my Doc’s Brown I lead by Example, there ain’t a door I couldn’t knock down I’m buildin’ an empire, makin’ use of all of these blocks now And I don’t accept cookies, they give me crumbs, I click to opt out So whenever you see this list about who isn’t and who is in the top ten lyricists of Great Britain, you should please remember this Some of the people that create ’em are some of the people that I’ve dissed By not submitting into their system but I’ma teach them Class dismissed, Sway

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