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twiddle x Leon real??!🫢
Lightwork no reaction
#colorquest#cq#Colorquest leon#Leon cq#twiddle niddle#I'm really proud of this one tbh#I don't even ship these two#Why does it look so good#It's fine if you ship them obviously#epic gamer moment
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Crochet Heart Vest | by @asw-studios | June 2022
#i'm really proud of this one tbh#i know i have pictures of a friend of mine wearing it but ill add those later#i want to make it again eventually b i think the heart is a little too low down on this one an the straps are a lil long#but that might be just how it lays on me particularly#i was going to sell it but it took long enough that i didnt want to sell it for less than like $120#and thats not exactly the budget of farmers market people ususally#crochet#custom crochet#fiber art
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Schnoople's character Indigo drawn by me for Art Fight!
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They're going to beat you to d-
#TransformersOne#Maccadam#Soundwave#Shockwave#Starscream#|| I'm not too proud of this one tbh but I already put all the effort into it so.#|| Also had a really blurry photo of that .000005 second shot so all the small details are lost to me.
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"The human mind's a fickle thing. It has the power to create whole worlds, unperceivable and unknowable to all but itself. Even during the cold passage into the abyss, it works to comfort the waning soul embedded within it." (lil experiment to mimic @deceased-bunny's artstyle :3)
#jojart#i'm really proud of this one tbh#don't think too deeply about the caption i just wanted it to match the vibe
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From, "this is my first time playing as a goalkeeper" in episode 6
To, "he stopped it!" At chapter 283
The character development is astounding
#I'm just proud of gagamaru tbh#i really like him and he is one of the most underrated characters in the franchise#from being an aspiring striker to a prodigious goalkeeper#like he got one of the hardest roles in the field but he owned it#blue lock#bllk#blue lock spoilers#blue lock season 2#episode 6#gagamaru gin#bllk gagamaru
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"I respect your feelings."
↳ requested by anonymous ♡
#cherry magic#cherry magic th#jintamin#jinta x min#cherry magic th ep12#juniormark#junior panachai#mark jiruntanin#gmmtv#thai bl#bl drama#gif request#one of my favorite scenes 🥺#followed by the fans asking jinta for an autograph sdjhlfsd my boy made it I'm so proud 😩😭🧡#they really said lets take very single one of these stories and give them the ending they deserve#even with Rock and his office rockstar tiktok account#which is something I almost forgot about tbh#that made me so emotional#they really thought of everything#even the tiniest detail#UGH#what a show#its been 24 hours and I'm still a mess#I'll never be over it
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Zorooo ⚔✨!!!
this is a redraw of this fanart that i made in 2022
#that drawing was one of my first Zoro fanarts and tbh i'm proud of how much OP has helped me with anatomy and art in general <3#i have learned a lot while drawing fanart of these series <3 also it challenged me to draw humans#which is something i really didn't do in the past 😅#ily zoro thank you for inspiring me so much <33#zoro#roronoa zoro#one piece#one piece fanart#my drawings#zoro roronoa#op zoro#zoro op#diamondsheep art#btw guys do you like the shiny colors ?? bc i wanna try using that kind of palette again#i miss those really bright and bold colors#btw pls tell me if i should tag this bc of you know .. the colors lol
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we're in love and we're getting married and you're all invited
#i really cooked with the homophobic side eye doodle tbh i'm so proud of that one <3#pokemon#pokemon art#pokemon fan art#pokemon legends arceus#adaman#clan leader adaman#pla
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A tale of daisies & larkspurs
For @sanusoweek || Day 2: Fairy Tale / WLW (pretend this was posted on time)
Relationship: Sanji/Usopp (F/F)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Recommend reading on Ao3 but the main ones are: Transphobia, gender dysphoria, child/domestic abuse, and violence (I swear this is happy too don't get tricked by my angst)
Chapters: 14/14
Summary:
‘I love you’, her mother always says. ‘My precious daughter. My angel.’ But her father’s words are still louder. “It is the only thing he will never be able to obtain.” He turns around to approach her numb body, as she uses her last efforts to hold on to Pedro’s armor. Judge doesn’t smile, but he has all the fun in the world when he frowns with disgust at his son. Son. “A true love kiss.” — Usopp smells like wild berries, daisies, and wood. Like ancient books, fire, and dirt. Like chemicals, poison, and deadly flowers. Like sunlight, wet grass, and thousands of thousands of songs Sanji hasn’t been able to hear. It is impossible to know what a song smells like, but she is quite sure they all have the scent of that music box Usopp made for her. She always brings gifts whenever she comes. It makes the princess feel less trapped and more… It wouldn’t be more, since she isn’t even a bit free. But it makes her feel free. Liberation, that’s what she smells like. Freedom.
Read on Ao3!!!
More of my works!
Check out @aimtodraw's fanart here!!! I loved it so so much and I had to hold myself back from screaming in the middle of work when I saw it--
Also @the-orion-inexpirience's art I asked them to draw quite obviously inspired by this fic!!!!!!! It inspired me so much to keep writing!!!
#it's finally here!!!#please be careful reading the tags bc it's fluff but extremely angsty too and it could have triggering topics#this fanfic means the whole world to me tbh#my heart and soul are literally in every word#i really do hope you like it!!!#i got a bit carried away this was supposed to be short#'10k words' i said like a liar#but i'm actually really proud of it????#so i would love feedback and comments to see what you think!!!#one piece#black leg sanji#usopp#sanuso#sanuso fairytale au#PRETEND I POSTED IT ON TIME PRETEND IT'S NOT LATE-#it is the 19th actually the world just. goes faster than me
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LouiganWeek Day 5 - Rebel/Sweet Talk
Let's just say that they commit a coup at the bar and are now on their run (⊙_◎)
Last dayyyyy!! I won't lie I didn't think my Louigan pieces would be that well received but thank y'all so much for the kind feedback ♥️ It assured me that I did these two justice and GOD can I also yell about everyone's fantastic work 😭???
Huge shot out to the forever amazing host @babsvibes who is one of the major causes for this fandom's incredible ship weeks and this whole Louigan craziness! Love you and everything you do
#this one's my favourite piece tbh i'm really proud of it 😭#they're adults but also they're just a couple of chaotic teenagers#louiganweek23#louigan#bobs burgers#bobs burgers fanart#bob's burgers#louise belcher#logan bush
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Some drawings I made on @shimadadoctor 's Magma !! <3
That Bive I drew was based around a version of her I saw in my Dream the other night. She was sheading
#Art#draw#drawing#my art#magma art#magma doodles#osc#osc art#roblox regretevator#regretevator roblox#idk what to tag this as#object show community#regretevator#I'm really proud of how my art turned out tbh (the Leafy ones)#<3
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otomehonyaku writes ☽ a puppet loosely strung (Ruki × OC, paid commission)
☽ Contains subtle NSFW, first time, light gore, blood and bite play, choking, depictions of violence and copious amounts of Ruki thirstposting, as always. ☽ This commission, the stunning artwork and OC Koizumi Ira are all courtesy of @nemuinikoi! Please check her out because she’s insanely talented (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) ☽ Full text under the cut.
SUMMARY | A little while ago, @nemuinikoi approached me about commissioning an original short story from me featuring her OC Ira! I don’t usually do commissions for creative writing (since writing is quite a personal, subjective thing for me) but I couldn’t have wished for a kinder, lovelier and more patient first commissioner who just let me go wild with it (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡ Also, fear not: my fellow Ruki enthusiasts (even those not into OCs) will be able to enjoy this one hehe
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Please do not reuse or repost my writing elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.
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It was one thing to make sacrifices for the one you love. Parting with copious amounts of your own blood at their beck and call, however, felt a little excessive when you could not even be sure your love was reciprocated.
The moment I had laid eyes on the Mukamis’ eldest in the moonlit hallways of the academy, still oblivious to who and what he was, it was almost as if I knew that I would offer my body and soul to him if he so wished. Hair as black as night, sterling silver eyes, broad shoulders that narrowed into a slender, athletic body. A low, smooth voice that held such command that it surely left many women begging to be conquered by him.
Every part of Ruki was honed to perfection.
And yet the man had never spared me so much as a glance.
It was easier to admit in hindsight, but the attention I was used to getting as the academy’s—albeit infamous—modelling prodigy had left me vulnerable. I should have seen it coming. I could have known that Ruki was inhuman, purposely ensnaring me in his trap with his cold treatment because he knew I wanted him so badly. I could have realised that I would eventually have to pay for my morbid curiosity with my blood.
So, so much of my blood, flowing straight from my veins into his greedy mouth.
While I sincerely doubted that I lived up to Ruki’s expectations of a demure, obedient Eve, it had certainly made him hellbent on finding out how far my blood could take him.
I sat on the window sill in the Mukami mansion’s guest room, my feet propped up onto the narrow surface while I bathed in the light of the full moon. The page I had been trying to write on was now crumpled in my fist. Foolish as I was, I had hoped that a journal could be an outlet for my frustration, but to no avail. I tore the paper from its binding and tossed it to the floor with a grunt.
Rain beat tirelessly against the window. It was almost as though the weather gods were mourning my freedom along with me.
As obsessed as I was with Ruki, I hated being reduced to prey.
“The role suits you well, I assure you.”
The vampire spoke quietly from the shadows. The sound was like the low rumble of thunder after a flash of lightning, but it startled me all the same. Had I been thinking aloud? My head whipped around in the direction of Ruki’s voice. His eyes shone like beacons in the dark corner of the room.
I quickly regained my composure and scoffed at his remark. “What do you want?”
“Ira.” Ruki enunciated each syllable of my name with such restraint that it rooted me to my spot.
It was all I needed to know.
“Don’t—don’t come near me…” For a moment, I despised myself for sounding so weak, but the palpable tension in the air made my heart stutter.
There was always a certain intimacy in the violence Ruki inflicted on me—the kind I found myself craving in his absence. I felt like I might wilt if I went without it for too long. In some deliciously morbid way, I enjoyed challenging him. I enjoyed the way my spine intuitively straightened when he was near, anticipating his retaliation.
I realised it had been a few days since Ruki had last bitten me, and even a fool could tell that he was at the mercy of the full moon. The hunger all but radiated from him. I swept my legs over the edge of the window sill and turned to face Ruki directly, prepared to defend myself. My efforts backfired immediately.
I had inadvertently given Ruki an opening to step between my legs as though I was welcoming him with open arms. Was I? Did I lose control over my body that easily around him? Ruki closed the distance between us, seizing the opportunity immediately.
A lick of ice ran down my spine at his proximity. In my head, I shouted a string of profanities at myself in an effort to silence the little devil on my shoulder who was ecstatic at this turn of events. I needed to take my mind off of Ruki fast. Off of the feeling of his hips, clad in the woolly fabric of his uniform slacks, brushing against my inner thighs…
Well, shit. Ruki somehow always managed to get me exactly where he wanted me.
“Look at you, always so eager to be touched. It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Ruki loomed over me, twirling a strand of my amethyst hair between his fingers before brushing it behind my shoulder with a chuckle. “Well, worry not. Just for tonight, I will give you my undivided attention.”
I shot him a glare. “Get over yourself.”
“No use lying. Your pulse is all but screaming my name, little witch.” His voice was a lover’s caress, sweet and thick like honey. “I must feed. I would advise you to offer your blood to me yourself if you prefer it to be pleasurable.”
A tempting offer, but my sense of self-preservation kept me from answering. How dare he call me a witch?
In the blink of an eye, Ruki jerked my chin upwards with his hand and buried his face in the sensitive spot in the crook of my neck.
A familiar sharp pain made my vision go white. I stifled a cry.
No matter how many times Ruki bit me, it never felt the same. Never routine, no matter how inextricable the pleasure and agony. Today, however, it was clear that Ruki made it hurt just to spite me. His fangs ravished my skin, sinking in all the way to his gums while he drank deeply. I gritted my teeth. Soon after, his venom settled over me like a warm blanket, numbing the pain until an equally intoxicating jolt of pleasure made my legs clench around his hips, beckoning him closer.
Ruki tipped his head back to revel in the taste of my blood, a satisfied noise coming from deep within him.
The sudden sight of the column of his neck, stark white and on full display, awakened an unexpected, almost primal sensation deep inside of me.
It was an instant relief of pressure, like the snap of a bowstring that had been pulled taut for much too long. A dull ringing in my ears drowned out all noise around me, if only for a moment. Even Ruki’s ragged breathing faded to the background. That small stretch of his skin was all I saw.
Before I realised what was happening, my head tipped forward and my teeth found their way to Ruki’s cool flesh as if on instinct.
Part of me felt a little silly, like a milk-toothed child trying to bite into an apple for the first time, but that feeling ebbed away soon after I pierced his skin with some effort. It was unclear whether Ruki had gone into shock at the unexpected assault or, for some Godforsaken reason, simply allowed me to have my way with him, but I felt his body go rigid under my touch. My fingers curled around the collar of his uniform shirt to pull him closer as I drew blood. I barely suppressed a moan when the thick liquid pooled on my tongue.
The taste took me completely off-guard. It was not the metallic taste I was expecting, nor was it necessarily sweet, like he tended to describe my blood. It was strong. Heady, yet refined, like an aged wine. Even a slight bitterness that reminded me of a strongly brewed coffee, and a hint of spice that warmed me despite our differences in temperature. It nourished me. It felt like coming home.
Never in my life had I given thought to consuming another person’s blood, let alone Ruki’s—I was clearly at the bottom of the supernatural food chain—but it was difficult to imagine I could ever go on living without this. There was a hint of something familiar and yet I could not quite put my finger on it. Whatever the case, the blood of this damned vampire was undeniably my poison of choice. I already dreaded the strings I would have to pull to get more.
The flush of heat it sent through my body uncoiled my muscles and paralysed my senses to the point that all I could focus on was Ruki—my lips on his skin, our chests pressed together, his presence between my legs so close that I only now realised my skirt was hiked up. It was intoxicating, the way Ruki’s blood unravelled me.
I felt like I now owned a part of him, whereas up until this point, it had been a one-sided game of possession. Ruki had only laid his claim on me.
Well, not entirely, at least. Not yet.
In a bout of anaemia and under the debilitating spell of Ruki’s blood, my head pounded with a stronger desire than I had ever felt for him before.
The mere thought of Ruki claiming the last of my innocence made me weak at the knees. In all honesty, this was not the first time I fantasised about it. It had been before he had reeled me in like the deceptive, bloodthirsty creature he was—we were alike in that sense—but the fact that Ruki was inhuman only heightened the excitement. The proof of his own desire brushing against my lower abdomen certainly did not help, either.
Fuck. This was bad.
A hand cradled the back of my head, tendrils of my hair twisted around Ruki’s fingers while my tongue lapped at his skin. I took it as encouragement, but with one sharp tug, Ruki forced my head upright.
“What do you think you’re doing, Livestock?”
His derogatory nickname for me still irked me, but it went right over my head in the moment. I was still trying to blink through the blood-induced haze. “Almighty Mother of—”
Ruki yanked my hair again, making me cry out. The shock of pain it sent through my scalp called me back to reality but did nothing to dispel the heat spreading through me like a wildfire. If anything, it only fanned the flames.
I whimpered, my senses completely confused.
Ruki’s face hovered over mine. “Hold it. You should know better than to curse me. Explain to your master what you’ve just done.” Little puffs of his breath brushed against my lips as he spoke with enough authority to make me shrink in on myself. His eyes searched my face warily, almost as if he were at a complete loss; his pupils, though, were still dilated with hunger, the misty grey of his irises only a thin rim around them.
Had nobody ever bitten him before? It seemed implausible. You would think humans and creatures alike would claw each other’s eyes out to get a taste of this vampire.
My eyes trailed down to his neck again, fixating on the two small crescent moon-shaped indents left by my teeth. The skin was already stitching itself back together, but little flecks of his blood stained the collar of his shirt. It was a much darker shade of red than my own, almost black.
I felt a twang of guilt despite the desire flooding my belly at the sight of him, especially as dishevelled as he looked right now. “I-I’m sorry, I just—”
“I did not ask for an apology. Yet.” Ruki tightened his grip on my hair, urging me to confess my sins.
“I… bit you and… drank your blood without your permission.”
“So you did. And?”
If I did not own up to my desires, we would be going round in circles for hours until I did. Emboldened by Ruki’s blood in my system, I leaned in a little closer, the tips of our noses brushing. “You taste better than I expected.”
“Is that all?” Ruki let out a scornful laugh. “I appreciate your honesty, but you have no idea what my blood will do to you, do you?”
Fine. Two could play this game.
“I think I’m well underway, actually,” I breathed, a conspiratory smile on my lips, “and I think we might be able to help each other. It’s just as obvious what my blood does to you. Want me to play your little Eve? Let me drink from you more often.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,.” Ruki’s hand closed around my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think the two of us are on equal footing. I own you.”
Did Ruki feel threatened by me? The corners of my mouth twitched, my smile growing a little wider with the realisation. All it had taken was a few drops of his blood on my tongue. Maybe that meant that, one day, I might get him on his knees for me if I worked hard enough.
I made a show of running my tongue over my lower lip, savouring the last traces of his essence. The taste elicited a soft hum from the back of my throat.
“Humour me,” I taunted.
“Oh, believe me,” Ruki cooed, dipping his head so I could feel his breath hot against my ear, “I will ruin you.”
My shirt buttons were flying across the room faster than my mind could process.
Ruki all but tore my uniform apart to expose my upper body. He took a brief moment to appreciate the marks of his ownership that were already dotted across my chest before closing his mouth over the peak of one of my breasts.
It was one of the few patches of skin that had been left unharmed—possibly for this occasion, I realised. I cried out at the white-hot sting of his fangs penetrating me deeper and deeper, and yet the slightest flick of his tongue had me buckling my hips against his.
The act of drinking blood tended to be pleasurable for both sides to begin with, but this unusually forward approach had me cursing under my breath. I clawed at the lapel of Ruki’s uniform, arching desperately into his touch. I caught his sharp inhale when my nails accidentally grazed the marks my teeth had left in his neck.
Interesting. I thought to tease him with my newfound knowledge of this weakness, but his teeth struck me again before I got the chance.
Ruki’s hands soon found their way to my bare thighs. Long fingers inched up the length of them all the way under the hem of my skirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. A wry sense of dread formed in the back of my mind. As much as I wanted him and as drunk as I was on this delicious concoction of his blood and his venom, I had not considered the possibility that he would take me up on my provocations. My cheeks burned at the prospect.
At last, Ruki’s fingers hooked under the lace trim of my panties.
"This is your first time," he whispered feverishly against my skin, simply stating the fact, while he peppered kisses all the way from the fresh cuts on my breasts and past my throat until his lips reached the shell of my ear. I could feel the deep red stains he left on me along the way. "I am going to hurt you, but you aren’t exactly opposed to that, are you?”
Losing my virginity to this man seemed nothing short of terrifying, but the ache in my lower abdomen demanded relief. Lust dictated my every move, my every word.
The slightest shake of my head was all it took.
In the span of a breath, my panties were reduced to tattered scraps of fabric on the floor. The chill of the air hit my burning skin. I whined against the cold, but was cut short when Ruki’s fingers found the apex of my thighs.
Nothing else mattered.
Through half-lidded eyes, head tipped back against the window while his fingers pleasured me unabashedly, I clung to Ruki’s hungry gaze as though it was my anchor to this very world. I watched in awe as he raised the same two digits to his mouth and hollowed his cheeks to relish the unfamiliar taste. It struck me as a little odd when his jaw tightened around his fingers, though before I could give it any thought, he thrust them between my lips. The fresh, rich blood on my tongue sent me into a frenzy once more.
Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes while Ruki claimed my innocence with such ferocity that it stole the air from my lungs. Skin on skin, teeth on bone, each other’s blood on our tongues. We were both drunk and delirious. It was impossible to do anything but surrender to my senses. The world became blurry around us. Ruki was all I knew.
Ruki pressed his forehead to mine after what felt like eternity, our laboured breaths mingling and the scent of iron heavy in the air. Stars plagued my vision and my head spun even after I had come down. Being with Ruki was almost like being on a never-ending carousel.
I was glad to still feel the shape of his mouth on mine in a deep, demanding kiss. It chipped away at the remains of my consciousness.
“You insufferable woman,” Ruki chastised, his voice no more than a whisper. “You haunt me, Ira.”
Good enough for me, I thought, smiling triumphantly against his lips before I let the darkness take me.
#I'VE BEEN SITTING ON THIS ONE FOR SO LONG AAAAAAAAA#rly enjoyed writing this one & rly proud of it#and the stunning artwork. good lord. you really captured the vibe so well and I'm ecstatic that we could collaborate on this one tbh#diabolik lovers#dialovers#diahell#diabolik lovers fanfiction#diabolik lovers scenario#diabolik lovers scenarios#mukami ruki#ruki mukami#my writing#Ruki x oc#Mukami ruki x oc#oc#nemuinikoi#Koizumi ira#ira koizumi#ruki mukami x oc
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Tell me why Kara Zor-L is one of my your favs! I'm been meaning to make the jump from the CW show to the comics. Any recommendations?
- @cicero-in-gotham
@cicero-in-gotham oh i would LOVE to!! Kara Zor-L is my darling beloved.
firstly for suggestions, i'll be honest Kara can be... a hard character to read for. you have to slog through a lot of really shitty "male gaze" content to get scraps of interesting stuff. the top comics i'd recommend are
Power Girl: Power Trip
Power Girl Returns
Power Girl (2023)
some people like Harley Quinn & Power Girl. i'll be honest... i did not. and Power Girl (2009) has... ups and downs, is the nicest way i'll say it. but it's also solid for what it is. certainly better than her New-52 content so i can't really complain.
anyhow, i always am enamoured by characters who are disconnected from their "family", especially due to trauma. bc no one really counts Power Girl as part of the Superfamily. and even within the Superfamily if people are talking about the "outcast" of the family, they always say Kon. (which, eh? maybe New-52!Kon but i wouldn't say the main Kon is an outcast, his issues are internal) but to me, Kara far better suites that role. it's one thing to be one of the last survivors of Krypton. it's another thing to be one of the last survivors of your entire *universe* as well. she lost everyone, *twice*.
i adore characters who feel like imposters and Kara is *peak* imposter syndrome. everything about her identity is constructed around not feeling like a "real" Super, or a "real" Zor-L. she has to live with knowing she's on an earth that has Supergirl, meaning they don't need her. she didn't wear the S crest for so long even on her own earth, because she felt like she didn't server it.the only thing she feels like she has going for her is her sexual appeal and so it's so amped up she lacks a personality outside of it. she has been isolated again and again by her trauma and she struggles to face her grief, masking with humor and oversexual appearances. i find that to be so interesting. she lost *everything*, twice. and now she's an imposter who will always hold herself at a distance from the Supers because she doesn't want to make them uncomfortable with her existence. she has to live on an Earth and know everyone is... slightly off. she has Clark, but it's not *her* Clark. she has the Justice Society of America, but it's not *her* JSA. and she doesn't have her best friend, Helena Wayne at *all*, because this earth has Helena Bertinelli as Huntress. (unless you count New Golden Age stuff but that's future timeline nonsense)
i find Kara's lack of identity interesting, and the way she just sort of drifts. she has done a lot of things, but lacks a sense of self importance bc she will never view herself as a "real" Kryptonian of this universe. she's just so neat to me. i also love the JSA personally, they're one of my favorite superhero teams, so i love any character connected to the JSA, they're always so underrated.
the Power Girl Special (which is collected in Power Girl Returns) is like, genuinely one of my favorite single issues ever. that comic just lives in my bones. it also has one of the *best* internal monologues i've ever read. something something comics are art. this is cutting some stuff out but just to show you have beautiful the writing is, this is an excerpt from that comic
people tend to think of hatred as love's opposite. but i disagree- i think hatred is just love's sharpened edge. it's the same passion. the same potency, the same intensity. just a different flavor. so no, hatred isn't love's opposite. grief is. grief is the void left behind after something you once loved was violently ripped away. grief is what happens in love's sudden absence. love is when your cup runneth over. but grief is hollow. a chasm. there is no negotiating with grief. it does what it wants to you, when it wants. you will never outgrow or outrun it. but... you can find ways to grow around it. i never got to say goodbye. i was loved, once. i was once loved so much that my life was prioritized above all else. i will never feel worthy of that love or sacrifice. but i'm realizing now that to freeze or falter in the shadow of that love is the only way to fail their sacrifice. i have to live in the light. i can step out into the sunlight, and still carry them with me.
like that is??? so Character to me. she is Everything. i'm just. so unwell over her internal struggles and how she faces the world, i cannot recommend her enough. she means the world to me and that comic has stuck with me since i read it for it's conversation about handling grief. i am begging everyone to be a Power Girl fan i know she's confusing but once you get the hang of her backstory she's so cool i swear-
#necrotic answerings#kara zor-l#power girl#comic recommendations#listen you can skip everything before power trip and skip all the new-52#just start at power trip#the 1988 mini series deifnitely skip#that's from when they made her an atalantean mage it's not canon anymore#her history is *really* confusing#but just run with it#it'll click sooner or later#i am very defensive of ppl considering kon the otusider of the superfam and not her#like??? it's her. it's always her.#kon is accepted and loved by clark. outsider where-#i actually don't know much about supergirl#so i don't know if i could go too in depth with their differences#but i do know a lot of power girl's issues with supergirl are all projection#and i think supergirl was done well in power girl returns when she showed up#i'm so serious the power girl special rewired me#and i thikn it's proof of how comics are an artform yk#i just cannot recommend enough of her#she's so neat.#also idk if i should tag ppl who sign asks? like does that help you find it easier?#idk the ettiquiette on that one#i will find ways to work kara into my fics someday#shame i can't self-rec my kara-centric fic bc it's on my mian ao3 account.#it's about kara zor-l and helena bertinelli forming a friendship#i'm proud of it#tbh you could find it off that description#ty for asking i am SO happy to talk about her tho she's everything and SO underrated.
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Spent all day cleaning like a motherFUCKER and I feel very proud of myself.
- dusted everywhere
- vacuumed the bedroom, living room, kitchen, and hall
- sorted and put away a shit ton of Random Stuff
- cleaned all the windows
- cleaned up the sofa
- put away all the shoes I need to sell in a box
- took out the recycling
- washed the dishes
- and what I'm most proud of: I climbed up on the extremely, unnervingly high and wobbly wooden construction that my former roommate built (so that she could have her bed up on a platform just below the ceiling, while the sofa and sofa table are directly below it), crawled across it while saying my prayers, and figured out how the curtain racks worked so I could carefully unscrew them and remove the giant ugly dusty curtains that I've been wanting to get rid of for years
The only bad part of the day was that I then tried to wash the huge dusty curtains and I used too much detergent out of enthusiasm and ebullience, so my washing machine overflowed 🙃
(not badly, but there was a lot of very hot dirty water to soak up, using all my towels, because I don't have a wet vac)
I'm nervous to try running the machine again, but I guess I have to... wish me luck please 😬
#cosmo gyres#personal#homemaking#i'm very proud of myself for how i handled the flood though#i saw water all over my bathroom floor and just started to laugh#then immediately cancelled the wash cycle and started problem-solving#i think it's going to be okay (unless my machine is legit busted)#this is one of those moments when it becomes starkly clear how few practical life skills my parents taught me#i have no idea if there's something you're supposed to do to maintain washing machines#do they have a filter that needs replacing like dishwashers do?#(i've never done anything about replacing my dishwasher filter either bc tbh i don't think it has one...#dishwashers tend to use salt here. instead of filters? no clue#i am really REMARKABLY ignorant about appliances and home care stuff#and i am pluckily trying to figure out all out on my own as i encounter issue after issue#but sometimes i do think a very 'handy' partner would... well... come in handy#in any case i may not have the knowledge but at least i have a calm and light-hearted attitude#when it comes to these sorts of problems. and that goes a long way)
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i had so much fun last night omg
#the dragon's parade!!!#cause it's the great dragon weekend here in kraków now#so we finally went out with friends#i always miss those losers we don't really see each other often but i love them sm#then we went to drink at my bestie's place & he finally told them he's gay (i was the only one in the group who knew)#i'm proud of him tbh#also it's so funny cause our friend said she was always intrigued by our relationship#and she was like 99% sure there was something going on between me & him shdhhdhdh#and i can't blame her cause she's not the only person#my mom keeps asking me if he's REALLY gay like at least once a week#also his parents keep asking him about me & they say i'm pretty & that MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING GOING ON HERE#like... no#hell no#he's my little brother i would fucking murder everyone who ever tries to hurt him#but no that's it hdhdhdhdh#i never talk about those kind of stuff so i'm not sure if he knows but i think he knows (i hope he knows)#it's so funny tho i just think we give the same kind of energy#so when people see us together there's this weird kind of chemistry there but like... not in a romantic way#more in a “hey this dude knows all of my secrets & i know all of his as well” kind of way#idk can't explain i'm happy tho & kinda relieved at the same time cause i don't really like secrets#anyway yesterday was fuuuuun <3#i came back home around 5am i'm exhausted#please give me all the coffee in the world#but sincerely can you hear me?*
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