#a little afriad

[persuasivestrawberryafternoons]

The Spires that Hold 2/6/24

The spires

Iron 

Metal

Chain 

Caging

Pulling

Pulling away 

Ankle shackles 

Wrist restraints

A manacle stifling

A heart beat 

I know what it's like 

To be forcibly held away

The metallurgy seeped

Into my blood

Mixing with the 

Already present iron

And lead

Just to survive the poisoning

I let it harden me

And stopped

clanging at the gate

And became the metal

That made up

The bars and chains

But you took the file

You took the chisel

And the metal you tore away

Curled and flaked

But the bars that once held

Bars of land and sea and gravel and iron

Are forming once again around me

if I bare the pain

And I yell and I scream

Perhaps they won’t become me

[chippycore]

would you guys love me if i made art of a testament (xenosaga) oc i have that is legit a manifestation of my (impossible and unachievable) wish to be able to live long enough to learn a lot of things and to see the development of the earth and people...along with the wishes to save (?) the earth (this goes into the topic of conservation)

[moss-sprout]

im so desperate man

[bungouchronicles]

Writing fanfic in public, cringe is dead

[chemicalarospec]

The funniest thing I wholeheartedly believe is that I have a neurodivergency not catergorizable or diagnosable as any currently recognized disorder. (disorder emphaized because heavily impairing functioning is generally a requirement of the clinical definition and a condition of diagnosis, and although i'm vexed i still Get By Just Fine)

because like yes those probably exist; there's no way psychiatry is in its final form now and there are definitely levels of neuro-difference that don't qualify as disorders, but like. that's so random and it's kinda pretentious to make such a bold claim about yourself. like oh u wanna be special, huh? 🙄 just be AuDHD like everyone else (<- joking)

[rwbyrose1]

I love pjsekai lobbies what are y’all on

[mr-bugs]

doodle comic (ignore how i forgot tocolor in the other text boxes uhhhh)

[escelia]

Jason snuck into his favorite safehouse that night only to have the shit scared out of him. Someone else was there, laying on his couch. A tiny, malnourished looking kid covered in blood and a hoodie so big on him he looked like he was drowning. Alarm bells were ringing in his head. He'd dealt with injured kids before (and he'd find whoever hurt this kid and bust their kneecaps), but as he got closer, it got so much worse. He looked like Damian. He looked like Damian when he was eight. And then the kid opened his eye.

Bright, Lazarus green swirled in his tired eyes. Jason felt the Pit rise and stir in him in reverence, and before he could process that, he noped right back out that window.

"What the actual fuck?" He whispered to the night sky.

Sooo I had this idea most likely inspired by a bunch of other fanfics I read...

Follow up parts will come so for now have fun and enjoy this~

Ghost kid in Gothom

The Beginning

So far Danny counted two times in his live that he had died or at least sort of remembered dying.

The first time he died, he had been eight and in an horrible turn of events was forced into a fight to death with his twin. All because Danny couldn't be like his brother. He couldn't kill, he continuously nearly fails his missions if it weren't for his twin finishing of targets that were supposed to be his. The league had seen him as the black sheep of the family. He was no assassin material yet his twin brother still protected and adored him. But then their grandfather saw how he became a weakness for the true heir. All because Danny couldn't get his shit together during one mission they were sent on together. Resulting in his twin sustaining an injury.

So Danny was sentenced to death in an obvious fight the entire league knew he could nore would ever want to win. The fight had drawn out his twin at least attempting to get him to fight back to show their family that he was worth keeping by showing his skills, even if Danny couldn't kill, he could still fight excellently. But Danny didn't play along, instead he let his brother kill him with the final blow. He didn't even bother attempting to dodge.

His first death had probably been very cruel towards his brother, but at least it meant that his twin, Damien would live on.

Though he didn't expect that right before his body could grow cold forever, that their mothers still had somewhat of a heart and dunked him into the pits and revive Danny the first time. (Only later through Clockwork did Danny learn that he had been dropped in a pit of contaminated ectoplasm which probably was also the reason he even survived - well sort of survived - his second death)

He did come out as a feral kid though he barely remembered his time at the Chicago Orphanage. His former parents the Fantons had told him that he had been a feral kid the first year they had him. Apparently for the longest time Jazz had been the only one that could touch let alone get in hugging distance of Danny without getting bitten. Jack liked to show off the bite marks as lovely memories his sweet little Danno gave him the first time he hugged eight years old Danny.

The second time he died, he had been 14 and to this day he still thinks that a dare was one of the dumbest things one could die from. Of course his adopted parents weren't normal. They were ecto-scientists, studying ghosts or rather ecto-entities. And of course they were treading the line of mad-scientists with an entire lap in the basement and ecto-weaponry laying out and about throughout the entire house.

So when his parents build a portal to punch their way into another dimension that didn't work his friends just had to dare him to get in there to take a photo - or had it been a video - of it.

Who would have guests that the on batten was inside the damn thing instead of outside and that his stumbling and catching himself on the damned button would just so happen to punch open that portal with him in the middle of it all.

Let him tell you, getting electrocuted was not a fun way to day, nor is getting revived yet again by ectoplasm that was spewing out of the portal and mixing with his DNA. At least he got some cool powers from that accident and did not go feral like he did the first time round.

Danny shuddered, imaging if he had gone feral back then with Phantoms powers. Good he truly would have been the menace Amity still couldn't decide if he was or not.

Either way that were the two time he counted in his death tolls so far. Of course there were a couple of other times. Like that one time Sam made a wish. But he didn't really count them since well they didn't have any sort of big change that followed them.

But right now. He was probably close to his third accounted death. Strapped to the table. His chest pretty much sliced open and he was pretty sure that one of the tubes on the table across the room still contained his liver his Mo- Maddie had taken out and the other his arm that had been cut off by Agent K to test his healing.

Well he should have known better than to let his sister convince him that his adoptive parents would turn on him. Looks like that with their working with the GIW and him on the table they had finally broken the last bits of trust both Jazz and him had in them.

Danny had long lost the energy to plead with them, that it was still him. At least he would be a full ghost once the bloodless and missing limbs did him in. Really his human body wasn't as resistent as his ghost body. But at least staying in human form would protect his core. Really the worst that could happen was his human side dying right now.

Letting out a mute sigh Danny closed his eyes letting exhaustion take his mind into oblivion. The only sad thing was, that he never got to find out how his twin Damien was doing and if he was still with the league…

TIME OUT

When Clockwork first had set the path for this timeline he did not realize how damaging his king's parents' reaction was. As he looked at his king strapped to the table, cut open and even missing limbs, he for a brief moment regretted that he only ever watched the timelines and sent others to intervene. Rarely did he himself interfere but this time he had to. Otherwise his king would lose the part that made him the kindest among all the ghosts in the Infinit Realms.

Carefully he removed his king from the chains holding him down and took him with him. Away from the horrors he was facing and away from the Family that was supposed to preserve his king's kindness and humanity.

It looked like he had made a grave mistake but it was something that was still possible to fix. The timeline had yet to turn into a doomed one. And so Clockwork decided to take his king away and bring him to a place that would have a close amount of ectoplasm as Amity had as well as one of the strongest Spirits in existence to protect him until he was ready.

Looking down at the teen in his arms, Clockwork also decided that his king did not need the painful memories his supposed family gave him. A blue light engulfed his kind as Clockwork let his powers work. Turning the clock back only for his king. The missing limbs returned and his open wounds closed as the body in his arms shrunk.

In mere seconds the Master of time was holding his king at the age of his first death in his arms, yet the state was not the same. The scars of his second death were still present, telling that his powers as halfa were still present in his king's small bodies. With this his king would be ready to be dropped off to his next family. Hopefully Clockwork wasn't making a mistake again but keeping his king truly safe this time.

TIME IN

Lady Gothem was not impressed with the Master of Time as that old man dropped off the body of their king with little to no explanation. Last she knew her king was supposed to be a teenager, a halfa so powerful that the Infinite Realms were supposed to become a much safer place than they ever had been under any of the previous kings.

All the Master of Time had offered her was a cryptic - and honestly when was that old cogwheel not - message of protecting his king and returning him to his family. Really the next time she they meet she would not miss the chance to lecture Cronus. But for now she studied the young sleeping king in her arms, noting the similarities he held to the youngest of her knights.

Ah, so that was the family the old cogwheel meant. Well it looked that her knights were not only hers alone now but would also protect her king now. But who to bring him too, she mused. Surely her dearest among them would have no qualms taking the child in but he was currently not in their home. The little knights of other haunts have requested his help and called him away to that watchtower.

Mentally the city's spirit went through all her knights until her thoughts stopped by one in particular. The knight she was going to request help with from her king anyway. What better way was there than taking care of two problems with one action. He would surely take that child to the others as well as receive her king's help with his little contamination problem.

With her decision made, Lady Gothom made her move.

[bigender-cowboy]

I HATE DOCTORS WHYYYYY NO NO NO GUYS WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS YOU’RE QUITE LITERALLY PAID TO MAKE SURE IM OKAY WHYYY

[bitchyblkqueer]

finally.... (from GL 2023 #9)

[typicalcommondandelion]

favorite object that looks like a bug ?

Fake bug

[itsaboutnothing]

Saltburn on prime tmrw btw. If anyone cares

[ovegakart]

I know the zelda cartoon is so unserious, but im gripping so hard to the little sparkly bits i find in there. Like dispite that whole link constantly asking for kisses and zelda saying no thing, she does like him. Theyre constantly shown to be going on picnics and zelda is mad when he sleeps in and almost misses it. Link wanting to show zelda places hes found on his adventures. Link seemingly hating the idea of being like, "domesticated" at the very start of the show to Actively Sabotaging a clear win against ganon (getting the triforce of power from ganon) because hes afriad that zelda wont need him anymore and make him leave and he LIKES it here. Ganon being this cooky evil wizard thing in charge of the most "you got it boss" minions my FAVE. Side note; love the rolling low pitch, high pitch thing the va for ganon does, its very fun. The LASER EFFECTS are PRETTY. The triforce talks. Zelda kicks ass. Link is Annoyingly competent and sassy. No manners at all. I want to know his thought process with he picked out those "noble clothes". Theyre both so CATTY sometimes and i love them.

[marvus-xoloto]

i think it’s hilarious you have foot headcanons mans thought of everything. admirable

I can't even lie sometimes I just start writing and my brain goes "hehe >:)c u know what would be funny?" and then forces me to write the worst shit imaginable haha. But I'm having fun and hopefully my readers have fun when this chapter is posted.

Me and my readers having fun is all the matters to me. And it matters. SO much <3

And the next chapter should be posted soon btw!! I'm getting like 1k+ words done a day for the past two-three days, and I expect this to be about a 6k+ chapter.... unless I move some of it over to the next chapter, which kind of sucks right now. We cover a lot of ground, so here's hoping I can make up the lack of fic lately with the joy of a really long, expansive one. Or just two good ones back to back.

[the-smaller-medium09]

"Aww! He's so cute...!"

"I'm glad Subway is well taken care of! And, the Detective is afraid of bugs...? I guess I learn something new every day."

"Anywho, I showed your response to Mystic Maya. She took a picture of it and said that she 'finally found Gumshoe's weakness' and ran off... Um..."

"I'm a little bit late to this, but can you tell us more Subway? Your pet millipede, I mean. A photo would be nice, too!"

"Bugs are cool, I think! Oh, and I might show your response to Mystic Maya later, if that's alright with you?"

-@medium-in-training09

Here's a picture of Subway when I took him outside :) (HEAVILY SUPERVISED OF COURSE!!!)

He is very friendly :) My dad is afraid of bugs but doesn't mind subway as long as they aren't in the same room lol

And I'm perfectly fine with you showing Miss Fey the response!

[darkbluekies]

Oooo okay for the Drabble I think Jerry and Silas cause you know why not also because i like them a little too much

Silas & Jerry drabbles: comforting a scared darling

Mafia!yandere OC & female!yandere!mafia

Warnings: graphic threats from Jerry

Silas:

First, you didn't want him to leave for a mission when you were supposed to go to bed, and when he did you wanted the lamp on. You and Silas had watched a horror movie not too long ago. Silas hadn't imagined that you would take it so hard.

He knows that he shouldn't have left you alone in the bedroom, but he has to have this meeting. He should have seen it coming.

"Boss, your spouse is here", his second in command says from the door. He's been standing by the wall to keep an eye over the room, to make sure that no one will try to do anything. "Should I send them away?"

He should have known that you wouldn't go to bed. He excuses himself and stands up, walking over to the door. You're standing outside, wearing one of his hoodies. This new fear of yours have brought out a clinginess for him that he can't resist. You're just too cute.

"What are you doing out of bed?" he asks in a hushed tone so that his men won't hear and grab your arm. He knows why you are here, but he wants to hear you say it.

"I can't sleep", you whisper for him only. "I'm so scared, please ..."

"We've talked about this, little thing, nothing will hurt you. Everything we saw was made with cgi and rehearsed numerous times. Nothing was real. You know that."

You glare at him. How dare he belittle your fear? He senses his wrongdoings right away.

"No, I didn't mean that", he says quickly and moves closer. "Baby, listen, I'm just saying that what you are afraid of was never real. It can't hurt you."

"That doesn't mean anything. Just because you say that doesn't mean that I'll surprisingly stop being scared."

He can't resist your scared eyes. Silas sighs and hugs you.

"I have to do this meeting, it's urgent, I can't go to bed with you", he says, and then decides. "Okay, you'll sit next to me and stay here until the meeting is over. Eyes down, got it?"

You nod. Silas leads you into the conference room and lets you sit on a chair close by him. Your head is turned down, hand holding onto his pants. No mafia man is as scary as that fictional monster.

Jerry:

Darkness? Why are you araid of darkness? It's such a stupid thing to be afriad of, when Jerry is the definition of it.

"Don't be absurd", Jerry says and turns off the car. "Nothing will touch you as long as you are in the car!"

"Then let me keep the car light on", you say.

"No, it will attract threats."

"You said that nothing would hurt me in the car!"

"As long as you keep the lights off."

"Jerry, I can't deal with darkness."

"Y/N, I really don't have the time to fight with you. I have a man to kill if you have forgotten and the longer I am here, the further away he comes."

She sighs at your teary eyes.

"I'll be gone for a minute — two at most — and then I'll take care of you. Wait here — in the dark — for me."

With that said, she's gone. Those two minutes she's away, you've already started crying. She's back in a wit and is quick to take you in her arms.

"You're such a coward", she cooes and hides your face into her shoulder. "You have nothing to fear as long as I am here."

"But you weren't here! You were out killing some man!"

"For two minutes, baby. I'm here now. Breathe before you pass out."

"I fucking hate the dark ..."

"I know, baby, I know." She kisses your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere else for tonight. I'm going to take good care of you."

You cling onto her.

"Don't cry, you little baby", she whispers. "The darkness isn't anything to be afraid of, you know? It is actually a good thing, believe it or not. Without the darkness, i would be in jail by now. The darkness hides things you don't want to see. You should actually be thankful."

You sniffle.

"Oh, pull yourself together, baby", Jerry sighs. "I already told you that I am here and that nothing will happen. I will cut the throat of anything that tries to put their hands on you. Does that comfort you?"

"A bit ... maybe."

"Well, let me try again then, if you insist on being so fucking difficult. I will, personally, dig out the eyes of the naive enough to come close to you, in darkness or not. I will cut their hands of, braid their veins and create skipping ropes with them. Is that good enough for you?"

She laughs as you tug at your lips. Jerry might not be the best at comforting, but she will do everything for you.