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smt iii ost goes so hard
#shin megami tensei#smt nocturne#smt iii#demifiend#forgot to post this.... i havent played in so long rahh#obsessed with hikawa supposedly looking sexy according to npcs but he just looks like that. and then it's never addressed#sorry all i draw is miguel now i have a disease. im ill. im sorry. its terminal
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sneaking my head under his shirt and kissing his belly
#— ai rambles#he’s so loverboy#i wanna baby him so bad :(#look at his stinky ass :( guys. i am so in love it’s bad#like very bad . terminally ill bad#[ ♡ ] — satoru
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A Batman who kills people is a bad Batman. Except for Terry because he is my special boy. Terry can drown a man it's ok. He can literally shatter a woman it's fine.
#batman beyond#batman#terry mcginnis#I am doing my yearly rewatch to stave off a total collapse of the flesh vessel and wow#Terry kills so many fucking people in Season 1#even the people who he turns out to not have actually killed like...a reasonable person would think they were dead#there's no fucking way that Terry didn't shatter Inque thinking she would die. he killed the Terrific Trio in Heroes like yeah they#were dying anyways but that's like saying 'oh yeah I stabbed a terminally ill person but that's not murder bc they were dying'#he 100% killed/intended to kill at least like 5 people in the pilot ALONE#and Bruce just...doesn't say shit. he's like 'welp that's Terry I guess. he doesn't follow the same code as me'#On one hand that is a fascinating way to show how Bruce has become even more jaded and borderline apathetic to the evils of#the world (as also shown with his inaction towards Powers and general retreat from everything). On the other...what the hell#I want a Batman Beyond remake for so many reasons and one of them is because I feel like a more traditional plot structure#would further make this part of Terry's version of Batman really interesting as a drama driver
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bam in a suit bam in a suit bam in a suit BAM IN A SUIT
#he looks like a rich bastard#because he is#he looks so good oh my god#**** *** ** **** ** ***** * *****#the things i want to say about this man would get me locked up in a mental institution indefinitely#bam margera is an illness and i'm terminally ill#jackass#mtv jackass#bam margera#viva la bam#cky crew#cky#but daddy i love him
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so i got to thinking about the timeline a bit
#dont get me wrong HE DID DO THAT SHIT!!#but like if i personally had to deal with an absolutely unbearable amount of pressure from the us military#while also being intentionally cut off and isolated from my closest friends#and already being a person predisposed to trying to think my way out of everything to the point of doomspiraling into my own brain#while also likely being under an extreme level of surveillance#and my best friend is rapidly dying of a terminal illness#and after JUST GRADUATING COLLEGE#I WOULD ALSO BE DOING SOME CRAZY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!#DO NOT MISTAKE ME. THAT WAS FUCKED. HE DID DO ALL OF THAT SHIT AND IF YOU PRETEND HE DIDN'T I WILL GET MAD#BUT LIKE#JESUS CHRIST!!!#anyway. im a big asukahead. can anyone tell#guilty gear#asuka r kreutz#mouse.txt
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Um if you write Jason having to get drugs for Catherine I want you dead btw. Not only does it tell me you assume the average drug dealer would give the hard shit to a very small child and then not supervise them at all (classist stereotype that all drug dealers are inherently evil + lazy writing with no grasp on reality) and you genuinely think that Catherine was CONSTANTLY high, as if that's even possible without overdosing far sooner than she did. That's without even getting into the bad mom Catherine propaganda.
#dc#jason todd#Catherine Todd#I don't like talking about personal shit on the Internet#but I'm someone who grew up in a family of addicts and dealers and the attitude so many of these fics have#is so fucked up#like yeah my uncle would give a 15 year old weed but he won't even let them be in the house while he's doing coke#every dealer I've ever met had been THRILLED about my enthusiasm towards school and they always encouraged me#Multiple of them have given me actual job opportunities because they know a lot of people and they help their own#you guys actually just hate poor people and demonize addiction!#it's actually starting to piss me off#you don't have to write Cathy as a perfect example of morality#but if you turn her into a neglectful monster I assume you're either classist or projecting#it actually is possible to write Jason parentifying himself in order to take care of Cathy#without blaming a terminally ill woman who was already dying and likely in immense pain#you guys could be critiquing capitalism and our healthcare system and how it fails the most vulnerable people in our society#but instead you're playing up how gross and evil addicts and dealers and petty crooks are to make Jason's lige sadder???#his life already sucks you don't have to be classist to make it worse I promise
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there is no way people are calling jayces love confession ableist we just arent gonna do this full stop if you arent physically disabled keep his name outta your mouth im serious
#post#arcane#arcane spoilers#or even worse calling viktor an ableist character because of his eugenics supervillain spiral as if thats not LITERALLY the point#he hated himself and overcompensated for it and became so all consumingly delusional about it that he made it#everyone elses problem It Is The Point. he had a nuclear level crash out over not feeling Good Enough and it is. say it with me. The Point.#criticise the jayvik arc with relation to the shows really bad politics all you want im with you there#and i do think it all wouldve added up better and hit harder if viktor Wasnt terminally ill because jayce saying#''i still wouldve loved you if you curled up and died quietly'' becomes part of the implication there and viktor trying to#cure himself of that specifically but also being an apocalypse level self hater wrt all the other stuff being lumped in together is a bit#eyebrow raising. like those 2 things are Slightly Different Topics#but if you do not know How It Feels you need to sit outta this one seriously no strawmanning no ''um idk is this kinda.....''#in that case i think it also becomes super significant that the first thing viktor did is heal His Leg when he had some kind of#literal terminal lung disease. his priority speaks volumes here#but yeah genuinely this is lady and baby playing with blocks vs school of athens meme if you dont Know you have to stay outta this one
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Nirvana in Fire, Ep. 33: Mei Changsu has a shitty day
#nirvana in fire#nif#lyb#langya bang#lang ya bang#mei changsu#xiao jingyan#xjy is like >:( why was he so mean to my mom DUDE HE WAS SNOOZINGGGGG#he’s got a terminal illness bro needs his rest!!!#cdrama
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I am seeing WAY too many posts about how viktor was pursuing the whole “glorious evolution” because of his illness. Like. He was literally dying. I saw a post a while back about it being a type of cancer (that, mind you, was probably caused by piltover and then made worse because he didn’t have access to any treatment) that causes an inversion of the femur (by the way, if anyone has that post I’d really appreciate it)
#but yeah. that jayce speech was uh.#did the writers just forget that it was a terminal illness or#He was like mid twenties wanting to help other people of course he would choose to augment himself to live#arcane#viktor#viktor arcane#arcane critical
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Me browsing through Viktor fanarts: he would NOT be ripped
#pls ppl stop drawing him with a six-pack he's terminally ill and can barely walk#he is literally bones and skin#and pls don't remove his leg braces in fanart#nor his mobility aid#arcane#arcane viktor#viktor arcane#love how the tag makes it look like “arcane” is his last name. he sure as hell is
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James Vowles, you will not see heaven
#f1#formula 1#formula one#alex my love i am so sorry but like oscar i have beef with your team principals/owners & am praying on their downfall#*music blasting from speakers* i hope you know i hope you know that this id nothing to do with you!#I've got your back girl (alex & oscar) from right over here (as far from james vowles & zak brown as possible)!#but like how did he make thr apology worse?#and him dancing around nicos direct question about mick#also the wanting to bring a driver from the academy up is great yes we love to see that BUT IT AIN'T WHAT HAPPENED#franco has no prospect of a williams seat for next year#and logans treatment shows that they are very willing to throw their young drivers under the bus#as cutthroat as red bulls decisions were and there were unquestionably cutthroat#they were at least fighting for wins & for p2 in the championship in 2019&2020 & then were in position to go for the title in 2021#if you're going to engage in dog eats dog you actually need to be one of the big dogs#anti james vowles#mick schumacher#edit: i just saw the “hes reached the limit of what hes able to achieve & in fact its almost unfair on him to continue that” comment#logan is a fucking person not an terminally ill animal that has to be put down!#logan sargeant
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Whumptober 24 - Radiation Posioning
title: all days come down to one clear pane
fandom: hermitcraft
cw: hospital setting, possibly terminal illness
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“Well, hey there, Bdubs,” Beef greets cheerfully, tightening the ties on his apron. “Here for another round of TCG?”
Bdubs doesn’t respond right away. He stares at Beef for a long moment, standing several feet away, hands stuffed in his pockets.
“Hey, Beef?” he says eventually.
There’s something . . . something not quite right about the look in Bdubs’s big eyes. A dull, unfocused quality, like he isn’t all there.
“Yeah?”
“Did we eat something funny, last night?” asks Bdubs. “Because I’ve been feeling . . . not good.”
The NHO had grabbed dinner together the night before, and while it had been fairly cheap, greasy food, Beef’s been feeling all right. Out of all of them, Bdubs has one of the strongest stomachs. It would be weird for him to have a reaction, out of all of them.
“How so?”
Bdubs’s dull eyes dart from right to left. “I threw up,” he says. “Twice.”
Beef hums. “Well, I’ve been feeling fine. Did you ask Etho and Doc?”
“No.”
“Are you feeling sick any other way?”
Bdubs considers that question, his head tilting slightly to the side. “I’m . . . my body hurts,” he says, after a moment of consideration. “Like, aches. Is that normal?”
“It sounds like it could be a flu,” Beef says, taking a subtle step back. “Maybe you should go lie down.”
“I just had the flu a couple weeks ago,” Bdubs argues. “I feel . . . I dunno. I haven’t been feeling great all day, I’ve been kind of sick, but I was okay last night—”
His words speed up, voice louder and louder as he speaks, and one hand snakes out of his pocket and up to his hair, where it starts pulling. Beef grimaces—they’ve been trying to break Bdubs of his hair-pulling habit for years, but it always creeps back. Before he can mention it, though, his hand comes away.
With a tuft of hair.
Bdubs—
He wasn’t pulling too hard, was he? He just kind of pulled a little bit. He shouldn’t have been able to pull out a whole tuft of his own hair, like a dog blowing out its coat.
Bdubs doesn’t seem to notice. He lets the hair fall to the ground, runs his hand over his head. There’s some other thin patches, Beef notices, and that worries him just as much as the bandage wrapped around Bdubs’s hand.
Why is it bandaged?
“—been weird,” Bdubs says, “and I don’t like it.”
“Why don’t you lie down,” Beef suggests again. He forces his voice to be as calm as possible. He doesn’t want to freak out Bdubs, as strangely as he’s acting. “You can use my bed. I’ll bring you something to drink, okay?”
Bdubs frowns, but nods his agreement. He heads off in the direction of Beef’s bed, his bandaged hand still buried in his hair.
Beef watches him go for a moment, then pulls out his communicator.
There’s something very, very wrong about Bdubs. He’s going to need some help.
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“When did this start?” Doc asks, examining Bdubs’s hand.
It looks bad. It looks really bad, from Beef’s point of view.
His left hand, now bereft of wrappings, doesn’t quite look like a hand. Well, it’s the right shape and everything, but his skin is just . . . wrong. Peeled-away and reddened, the fresh skin under the peeled back of his hand bubbly with blisters. The skin around the patch is discolored, several shades lighter than Bdubs’s usual pigment.
Bdubs shrugs. “I dunno. Um, it’s been kinda getting worse all week.”
“And you didn’t say something?” Doc says, shocked.
“I thought it would get better!”
“Goodness, Bdubs,” Xisuma says. “You can’t dig into a radiation site and expect to just get better.”
“When did you first enter the site, again?”
Bdubs’s face scrunches up; his eyes still hold that glassy look to them. “Um . . . two weeks ago? I haven’t been back since, promise.”
Two weeks ago.
Beef doesn’t know much about radiation poisoning, but if Bdubs made contact with it two weeks ago, how is it that only now he’s realized something’s wrong?
“We’ll have to take him off-world,” Xisuma’s murmuring. “Get him a proper doctor.”
Doc, usually quite defensive of his doctorate, doesn’t argue. He just drags a suitcase out from under Bdubs’s bed and cracks it open, dumping out whatever he finds within. Then he takes it over to Bdubs’s wardrobe, starts throwing random articles of clothing into it.
“I’ll come with,” Beef volunteers, and Xisuma nods gratefully toward him.
Then, because Beef is not just going to come with for the day, he leaves as well, donning a pair of elytra and flying back to his own base.
By the way Doc was packing, he thought that this was going to be a long stay.
Beef will stay with him. And then he’ll bring Bdubs home, and everything will be okay.
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Bdubs gets sick on day two of his hospital stay.
The staff hadn’t quite known what to do with him—they’d never had a patient with ARS, and they’d had to call in a specialist from another world. That specialist had taken one look at the hospital room—Bdubs on the bed, Beef sitting beside him, Doc pressed against the window and Xisuma taking the forefront—and had immediately ushered them all out.
“His immune system is destroyed right now,” she’d scolded, sending them to the room next door to don protective gowns and masks and gloves. “We can’t risk him getting sick.”
Bdubs had watched them go, uncharacteristically quiet.
The doctor was right. His immune system was destroyed. He wakes up with a chest cough on the second day, and by that afternoon his temperature has climbed to feverish heights.
Beef doesn’t know what to do. He isn’t sick—he quarantined for twenty-four hours and tested negative for every illness in the book, just to be able to sit with Bdubs. He’d expected it to be pretty chill—maybe he could get some drawing done, talk with his friend about any remaining plans for what was left of the season.
Now he sits further away than he would have liked, over in the seat by the window, watching as Bdubs’s chest rises and falls weakly under his hospital gown.
They’re going to intubate him soon if he doesn’t start getting more oxygen. Whatever this bug is has ravaged his lungs in the brief time he’s been ill with it, making his body even weaker and more susceptible to the radiation devastating his cells from the inside.
He doesn’t even look like himself. Bdubs’s hair is more patchy than before, what remains limp and unbrushed. His face is scruffy, bags under his eyes oily, his closed eyes fluttering now and then. The hospital gown fits loosely around him, his entire collarbone showing in an unwelcome display of vulnerability. His right arm is hooked up to a pouch of fluids and pain medication, the occasional click from the IV stand breaking the silence.
He doesn’t look a thing like how Bdubs is supposed to look. It’s like the life has been drained out of him as steadily as the IV drips into his bloodstream.
“Zedaph’s going to be jealous,” Beef says after a long moment, trying anything to make the scene less wrong.
The only sign that Bdubs has heard him is a tiny cough.
“I think he was, like, looking for radiation. And you found it on accident. He’ll probably do a Zedvancement on you when you get back.”
That gets a huff of a laugh. Bdubs doesn’t open his eyes.
Beef bites his lip. “Doing any better than this morning?”
Bdubs’s throat works. “A bit,” he rasps, voice barely there. This triggers a couple more coughs, his frame shaking.
They’re probably going to intubate him. They don’t want to, afraid that he’ll struggle to get off oxygen if they put him on it, but this is only the first day of illness and they’re already discussing it. Unless he gets better overnight, Bdubs is going to end up with a tube down his throat.
He looks so weak.
They’ve determined that he came in contact with the radioactive material about twenty-five days ago. He’s moving out of what they called the ‘latent period’, and the loss of hair means that he’s had higher exposure than they would have liked.
They said that his chance of survival is around 50%.
That is way, way too low. Probably lower with the illness that he’s caught. Beef sat in the window seat for about an hour as Bdubs napped and calculated possible percentages—with a mean of 50, if one assumed that each illness was one standard deviation below the mean, and say the standard deviation was 12—maybe even bigger—
Well, with that model, Bdubs’s chance of survival is 38%.
And with each passing hour, Beef can’t help but think that Bdubs’s score gets lower and lower.
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They do end up intubating him. It helps him get through the cold that’s ravaging his system, but he’s too weak to get off supplemental oxygen afterwards. Beef is the only Hermit allowed to visit, and only dressed to the nines in PPE.
“You’ll be back in business in no time,” Scar says over a video call. Scar in particular is banned from visiting, even just to drop something off. “You’ve been lotioning your nose? That cannula will give you nosebleeds like nothing before!”
“Yeah,” Bdubs manages. “And then they don’t stop bleeding.”
His blood isn’t clotting very well. He’s had three nosebleeds so far, and every one of them has been an emergency.
The specialist doesn’t say it, but if he keeps bleeding, Bdubs’s chances of survival will keep dropping.
“When are you coming back?” asks Scar. Bdubs shrugs. His arm is getting tired of holding up the communicator, Beef can tell.
“Dunno. When the radiation runs out. And then I have to do . . . more things.”
“Bone marrow transfusions, blood transfusions,” Beef calls. He hears Scar make a humming sound.
“Sounds fun.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, if you need anything, let us know, okay? I’ve still got some cookies around somewhere—”
“Not Elven Surprise—”
“Oh, no, no, no, that probably wouldn’t be very nice at all! But I’ll see what I can do.”
Bdubs nods, clearly worn out, and Beef stands, taking the communicator from him and leaving the room.
He glances back into the room as he closes the door. Bdubs’s eyes are already closed, his head slumped on his shoulder.
Once he’s in the hall, Beef looks down at the screen. Scar’s face is staring up at him, naked concern painted all over it.
“He doesn’t look so good,” Scar says.
Beef shrugs. “He’s right on track for recovery.”
It’s what he’s told everybody who tried to come visit, or called. He told Ren that the doctor said it’ll be a long time, but he should be okay. He told Etho that they put him on oxygen as a caution, not a necesity. He told Doc that Bdubs spent all afternoon chattering about his next build.
He smiled and lied through his teeth to everyone, and he can and will do it again.
But Scar sighs. “I can take the truth, Beef.”
And Beef breaks down.
“He couldn’t afford to get sick,” he chokes out, his throat suddenly thick, tears already spilling from his eyes. “I—sorry, man, I don’t usually—but—before he got sick, he only had, like, a fifty percent chance—and now it’s worse—”
“Hey, hey. It’s okay.”
“He might not make it,” Beef says, ugly and raw and heartbreaking. “I don’t know what—I don’t know what to tell everyone, it shouldn’t be me here, it should be Etho or Pungence or—”
“Nobody could do it better than you,” Scar tells him. “You’ve got this, dude. We’re all here for you.”
Logically, Beef knows that’s true.
But he’s the only one here. He only sees the others briefly, when they stop by to drop off food or clothes—and even then, he doesn’t talk to them. He sees them from the opposite end of the hallway (he sometimes helps Bdubs into a wheelchair and pushes him to the door of his room just to wave at their friends, at Ren and Pearl and Xisuma or whoever else stopped by) or waves to them from the window, and that’s it.
“What do I do?” he whispers after a long moment. He grabs a tissue from the nearby nurse’s station (and the nurse gives him a sympathetic half-smile), uses it to dab at his eyes.
“Just keep trying, man. I know Bdubs appreciates it. We all do.” Scar sighs, an edge of laughter to the sound. “If I could hug you right now, I would.”
Beef chuckles wetly. “Then I’d have to put on all new plastic. Thanks, but no thanks.”
Scar smiles. “Yeah. An imaginary one, then.”
Even imaginary, Beef supposes, Scar hugs are the best.
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“You’ll pull through,” Beef whispers, Bdubs’s limp hand held in his own.
He doesn’t know if he’s talking to his friend or to himself.
Bdubs has barely been conscious for the past three days. Beef has ignored every buzz of his communicator since he first took a turn for the worse, ever since he came down with another fever.
“We’ve already done two months. We can’t just give up now.”
He’s been awake for going on forty-eight hours now, but he can’t sleep.
He can’t leave Bdubs.
He doesn’t get that choice, though, as just a half hour later, Bdubs’s heart monitor starts beeping incessantly, and then there’s people flooding the room and Beef is escorted out.
Then he sits on the tile floor of the hallway and sobs into his knees.
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Intubation doesn’t look good on Bdubs a second time.
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Every single day is a fight.
Beef starts being honest with Xisuma, trusting him to spread the word around Hermitcraft. Bdubs isn’t doing well, but the doctors are hopeful. He got sick again. They have to take treatment slower. He’s off oxygen during the day. He’s back on it. He can’t keep food down. He was able to take a short walk today. He loves the potted plant. His scans aren’t looking good. They’re adjusting the treatment plan. He wants pictures of everyone’s builds. He slept all day. He still can’t keep food down. They’re bringing in a therapist to talk to them both.
It’s after the last message that Xisuma again suggests they take turns staying with Bdubs. Beef is resistant to the idea at first, but Bdubs’s doctor says it would be fine with proper PPE, so he relents.
He doesn’t really sleep, the nights he spends away. It isn’t right to be on Hermitcraft, his bedroom devoid of the clicking of the IV and the clunking of the heart monitor.
“We’ve got it,” Xisuma reassures him. “Rest.”
But Beef can’t do anything without thinking of Bdubs and how he isn’t here, so he continues to assume the main responsibility of being there for him, through the ups and downs and fights that follow.
Right up to the end.
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“That’s the last one?”
Those are the first words out of Bdubs’s mouth when he wakes up, mumbled and half-formed, his eyes not even quite open.
“The last round of conditioning,” Beef reassures him, squeezing his arm. “Then you have the transplant next week.”
“Then we go home.”
“Then we stay a couple more weeks to make sure it works.”
“And then.” “And then we go home, yep.”
A smile quirks Bdubs’s lips. “I miss it.”
“I know, bud.”
It’s been eight months.
Eight of the most touch-and-go, harrowing months that Beef has ever endured.
“You can keep sleeping,” Beef says, releasing his grip to just pat Bdubs’s arm. “Etho’s not taking my place for another couple hours.”
It’s almost over. Just the bone marrow transplant, then an observation period, then home. Six months of recovery from the radiation poisoning, then two months of conditioning to prepare his body to receive the bone marrow transplant.
Then now.
Then home.
The doctor had been nothing short of jubilant when it became clear that Bdubs was going to pull through. She had repeatedly told Bdubs how proud she was, how he withstood the odds and came out on the other side.
It was a 25% chance of survival, in the most dire moments. Despite a couple of scares early on, everything went as well as could be hoped for—the medication, the skin graft, the conditioning. It was terrifying, and still is (there are still far too many things that can go wrong), but Beef doesn’t shoulder the weight of it alone anymore. Over the past months, every other Hermit (bar Scar) has sat with Bdubs for at least a day. When no one could take his place, they brought him food and games and called to share stories.
Beef just sat with his friend whenever he could, as he had from day one.
Just as he is now, his hand still resting on Bdubs’s arm.
Beef smiles.
Bdubs, already asleep, snores.
Just a few more weeks. Then home.
#whumptober2024#no.24#radiation poisoning#hermitcraft smp#fic#hospital setting#possibly terminal illness#hcs9#hermitcraft#hermitblr#hermitcraft fanfic#bdoubleo100#vintagebeef#bdubs#mas writes#i don't think i've ever written beef before#it was fun. he's a cool dude#i very much considered killing bdubs#like it would've been so easy#also can you tell which part i wrote during my stats class#lmk what you think#love you guys
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im so tired. have dickroy sketches cus i havent posted in 2 months. i wont post again ❤️ when i do itll have duke prommy
#digital art#sketch#dc#procreate#dick grayson#roy harper#they are the worst couple ever. i hope they die happy together.#dg pussy is an illness ☹️☹️☹️ that roy is happy to have 😏😏 its terminal ‼️‼️‼️#'jason isnt the angry robin' ok well. have you considered hes a 12 year old boy. with evil older brother. yeah.#hes still not yk but also all of them aee because thats (imo) the point of robin. childrens rightous anger at a world that harms them yk#i have a timeline. theyre very on and off couple core. they argue on vacations. theyre never not touching eachother#how many jokes can i fit in here#one time dg was sobbing at the kitchen table and roy was like 'omg r u ok :(' and dg went 'LOOK AT HIM :((((' and sticks his arm out#and shows the ugliest fucking action figure roy has ever seen of himself and roys like 'hes really ugly' and dgs like 'IK I LOVE HIM SMMM'#sometimes when that happens roy asks if dicks on his period#when dg is mad at roy he'll whine to people about him w roy right beside him. roy is normal and just whines to any animal or child he finds#ok im done ❤️
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i need you all to know that the main reason (besides a general hunger for attention) niles even accepts aldori’s call is because he got caught stealing his student’s work and passing it off as his own and his reputation as a teacher was obviously ruined. lmao
#when i say that niles is the most envious creature i mean it#he’s watched a good handful of them become more successful with their music than he ever would be and felt that since he was basically the#reason for the success (not really. not like it’s everything it’s mostly luck but you have no real passion for this lol)#it would be fine if he had a piece of the cake too with future students. not like he immediately came to this conclusion#and felt not torn and no guilt over it.#took a while to rationalise it and all.#the envy and feelings of inadequacy and a desire for approval and fame just won over after a time#it’s not like he believes he’s better than them he just wants people’s eyes and attention on him so unbelievably bad that’s what he believes#he deserves#and at some point(s) he feels so small that he will do shit like this. he would fake having a terminal illness too lol#he’s just a loser. niles’ story is supposed to be a horror comedy style thing and the majority of the comedy comes from that fact lol#oc: niles#honestly? can relate on the parts of being a loser who is only ever mediocre at something creative they do.#for me i don’t think it’s for the same reasons as niles especially don’t care about fame or shit like that lol#and i obviously don’t steal shit even if my ocd tells me the exact opposite so much#that i actually hesitated to post this because i thought people would assume that i steal too because he’s my character#and your ocs always have a part of yourself in them and what if people found out that i was stealing i just didn’t know and. hi.#can you tell that i’m a fear based writer. i write about my fears. hi#anyways. and then kingmaker and fae mpreg happens. yay
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hey so anyone want to talk about how Sky didn’t have her glasses in the arcane void the way Viktor didn’t have his brace or cane
#there was always a sign before Jayce shot Viktor 2.0 that he subconsciously thought of his disabilities#or any disability as a flaw#arcane#arcane spoilers#viktor arcane#sky arcane#like he showed us before he told us#like it was never truly about healing addicts or people with terminal illnesses or wolf men with amnesia and ptsd#it was also always about anything perceived as a flaw
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Morg doodles
#oh btw I'm trying to revamp/rewrite his backstory as of late#I don't like his current lore so ye#rn my idea is for him to have been a sickly child all his life#and theres no longer a curse that killed his whole family perse#I still think what would like. happen to his family tho#and hes no longer terminally ill. but he is at constant risk#hpma oc#my art#morgan grimmes
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