#and then having drawing paralysis bc what do i draw how do i draw what am I doing aaaaaaaa

[ihearnocomplaints]

take some doodles because i've been having some major art block

tried drawing sunspot from venomous-qwille's GITM au for the first time ever lmao

the rest are just random doodles

[u3pxx]

do you have any tips for the first time taking commissions? also, your artstyle is delightful, i love the bright colors and linework !

thank you! i'm no expert so i'll only be talking about my own experience and what i did when i opened commishes last year :^]

1. set up your pricing, samples, and tos ok this one's kinda obvious bc you gotta show people info on what stuff you could draw and how much will it be! you could either make a carrd or info document for this. feel free to look at other artists' info docs/commish carrds too to see how they formatted theirs so you could get an idea.

as for pricing, i think looking at how other artists' price their work too could help in deciding how your gonna price your works. i personally looked at other artists who i think have a similar style to how i draw and factored in how long i usually work on something when pricing my stuff.

2. establish a limit/amount of slots for commissions the last thing i wanted to happen when opening commissions was to be overwhelmed, thus, making me unable to start on any work bc of task paralysis, i didn't want to bite more than i can chew so i made sure to know and limit how much stuff i can draw.

i limited myself to 8 slots, under it are 4 slots for sketches, 2 for both flat-colored drawings and shaded drawings. i knew drawing with colors would take a lot more time so they're in a lesser amount compared to sketches which i confidently think i could do quicker.

of course, as you grow more confident with your workflow/process/speed, you're free to have more slots or no slots at all! even make a waitlist or something.

3. communicate clearly with your clients got busy and can't work on your commission at the moment? tell it to your client! people are nice and pretty understanding when life gets in the way so don't be shy or embarrassed to say that you can't work on their piece right now. be clear too or even give an estimated date of when you can continue it.

4. make a form where people can submit commish requests i didn't do this the first time so communication with clients took a lot more time and energy than needed, so make life easier for yourself and make a form that asks everything you need to know about your client's commission: the commish description, number of characters, reference pictures, style of drawing, etc.

here's a video on making commission forms that i thought was pretty helpful! once again, feel free to look at other artists' forms too to see how they formatted it and such.

here's mine as a lil example:

that's really all i could think of rn, hope this helps anon :^Dc

[gallus-rising]

here we go. i’m doing it and no one can stop me

i am (going to attempt) to rank all stands by sexiness starting with the JoJo’s themselves. by the end of this “project” all of the winners will be pitted against each other in a final showdown, as judged by me, Standfucker Extraordinaire. unfortunately no TJL stands will be included as we’ve not seen enough of them in action. sorry Jodio 😔

plz keep in mind that these are only my objectively correct opinions u-u

11: Tusk Act 1

marketable plushie lookin ass

10: Tusk Act 3

change up the colors and this thing the world’s ugliest sleep paralysis demon

9: Hermit Purple

its just vines. idk what i’m supposed to say. comes w Joseph’s slut energy built in. it’s cool that its purple i guess?

8: Tusk Act 2

Johnny you have 4 stands and almost all of them are ugly as sin wtf man. the design is finally fun so points for that at least

7: Crazy Diamond

now we’re getting onto the fuckable stands babyyyy

Crazy Diamond is just a tad much. his colors are ok, the hearts coordinating w Josuke’s design are cute. but then there’s the plating, the helmet, the tubes(??), and he even suffers from jjba Codpiece Syndrome. it’s all a bit much and doesn’t quite fit. in some of the anime promo art they gave him a sparkly diamond texture, but besides that i don’t care for him all that much.

6: Star Platinum

using the DiU palette bc of all the Star Platinum colors it’s the best. the pastels are cute and make for a fun contrast w the big muscles

an oldie but a goldie. bc Araki hadn’t gotten his footing w stand designs yet Splat looks more unique in retrospect. hair and clothing, capable of facial expressions, a tasteful loincloth as opposed to Another Fucking Codpiece.

i also think it’s cute how artists like to draw him w starry hair :>

5: Gold Experience Requiem

GER? this guy fucks. there’s simply no other way to put it. he fucks so hard. unfortunately points have to be redacted for that dead eyed stare and unmoving grimace. GER could be so much higher if he didn’t have such an awful baked in expression and this will become an unfortunate running theme. maybe if GER had more screen time that could be mitigated, but alas...

4: Stone Free

one of the few female stands, which sucks bc Araki goes off w girl stands. just look at her. the blue accented by gray, the radical bright green sunglasses, the sexy hints at her string powers, she even complements Jolyne nicely if stand/user synergy is needed. she’d probably be higher up if we saw more of her bc Araki prefers to show off her powers via having Jolyne psychically unravel which is fun! but does mean this beauty didn’t get enough time to shine 😔 not sure how i feel abt the bumpy texture as well. makes things a bit busy

3: Tusk Act 4

finally!! after 3 shit stands Tusk strikes gold in the final hour. its weird, its pink, its got (jo)stars its a cowboy, what more could you want??

more screen time goddamn it!! Tusk Act 4 gets like 2 and a half physical appearances across 2 parts. Araki wtf man. Tusk Act 4 just fucks so hard tho so it’s gotta be top 3

2: Soft & Wet

YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEA!!! NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL A FUCKABLE STAND! Soft & Wet is the platonic ideal of a MC stand. fun mechanical parts, cute little face, the Stand Tubes finally serve an aesthetic purpose and aren’t just awkwardly tacked on. he also has such pleasing colors and silhouette. i love him so much and he’s easily one of the best, cutest, most sexy stands in all of jjba

However

Soft & Wet has 3 variants and they all look the same. base Soft & Wet, Josefumi’s Soft & Wet, and GO ⭐ BEYOND are identical. so many good multi-stage stands and Soft & Wet drops the ball on every level 😔

1: Gold Experience

Gold Experience is not just fuckable, he’s h*rny. nonstop GE everyday all the time GE is just Like That and the sheer confidence of it all overpowers the few negative aspects of his design. even the Fucking Codpiece

GE has more than 1 facial expression and a sexy alt form to mix things up. he pairs w Giorno perfectly. he’s got a Lot going on w the loud colors, ladybugs, wings, helmet, teardrop markings, vague insect texturing, and hints of The World. but unlike Crazy D it all ties together. amazing. flawless. unbelievable.

and if you don’t know what i mean when i say GE is h*rny. BEHOLD:

in every one of his Iconic poses he is dtf. the h*rniest stand for the h*rniest part. this is how it was meant to be godbless godbless and goodnight.

[laurelnose]

how are we feeling about book of hours? or have you left your cultist sim phase

I was a bit confused by this ask bc I’m actually pretty active in Secret Histories fandom and then I remembered my activity for this fandom happens to be like, exclusively on reddit and the wikis, lmao. My Secret Histories phase has not ended, anon! I am always thinking about the Histories!!

Book of Hours: good! I find myself tripped up by choice paralysis every time I get ready to commit a History to paper (it takes so much LONGER to do a Librarian run than a Cultist run, Alex, I know you didn’t actually intend for us to replay the game 100+ times but also 😭) but it’s fun it’s cozy!

It is just flatly not as good or tight an experience as CS — some of the writing is weaker, like the proliferation of just... existing quotes from elsewhere? and the humor attempts are a little ehh; there are still missing features, tho’ yes, these are being worked on at an impressive rate; the replayability is not really there, on purpose — but Cultist Simulator is really fucking good, so BoH falling a touch short isn’t much of a criticism at all. I genuinely really like it and have very much enjoyed the lore-digging. There’s soooo much new stuff abt my problematic apostate fave 🩵 Coseley and Naenia? Coseley and an Hour from Nowhere? Delightful! The patches have been big QoL improvements. Plus I can’t discount the part where the first time I launched the game and the SH kachunk sound played it just—felt like coming home, and that feeling didn’t abate at all as I started working through the Library.

I’m waiting for DAYMARE before I start another descent (and, like, I also need to finish BG3 before Stardew 1.6 drops? besides all the holiday stuff I gotta get through in the next couple months) but I’m gonna do Magnate next I think. I’m a Moth/Lantern sucker so my past Librarians have been mostly the Twice-Born and the Prodigal. Time for Edge!

anyways here you can have a little sad Christopher fic snippet, as a treat

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The Hotel Ciervo offers a continental breakfast. You pass over the buns and pastries glistening with sugar glaze, the sausages thick and dripping fat, the scrambled eggs beat to improbable voluminosity. You do not fear to eat the food of the Long. (Haven’t you eaten enough of it between your lovers?) But you lack any appetite.

You get a cup of Dawnlion coffee to have something to do with your hands and take it into the Hart Room. Choose a table near to one of the floor-length windows overlooking the glittering waters. In the distance you can see the fog-elided outline of Raven Isle’s caldera. It’s something to look at as you nurse your coffee and wait.

You’re not sure how long it is. Time in the Isles passes more like a memory than an experience, and you’re in a poor state of mind to keep track regardless. But presently a man of middling height with his dense curls cropped close to his head pulls out the chair across from you.

“So, what was so important that you needed to come to Noon in person?”

Coseley will look just as you remember him. He always does; he has been Long for centuries before your own birth. Out of the corner of your eye you see his fingers still long and graceful, his palms smudged with the walnut ink he favors, as he sets his teacup on the table and sits down. When you turn your head from the window and meet his gaze, his face is unchanged as expected. No new lines crease the deep warm brown of his cheeks; no fearsome new depth of Winter shines out of his familiar frost-pale eyes. Further heights of the Mansus have been closed to Julian for almost as long as he has been immortal, and thus he remains as he was when he first ascended.

You know he does not see the same changelessness in your face, the face of an occultist of middling power who is feeling the march of time, for no denizen of the Mansus are you. You are, and remain, merely mortal. You must not be able to keep the desolation out of your eyes, because his brows draw together like an oncoming cold front.

“Where is Teresa, Christopher?”

[ghul-wein]

Things’ve been weird? Making this account a little more ‘personal ‘ hasn’t been too big of a hurdle, though I think it feels weird being so upfront about thoughts and things (though there are not many people reading them,). But in the broader since I guess of a lot happening but not happening at the same time.

I’ve been in a very very big fit of art paralysis, I realize??? Like I don’t have ideas really & when i go to doodle or scribble small things, just to work those muscles ig, things come out meh :p really bland or not right, or just Not something. Its maybe just bc school is taking up a lot of my brain, its steady essay writing & quiz taking, or having to draw still life’s that are so so boring; if only bc I know how to do them :p that may change soon since the semester is almost over so thats !!! Yeah :] and I’ve been a decent bit more writing in between. Paying more attention to fiction stuff and things for one of my comic projects

And keeping this part brief (I’m saying A Lot) my head has been very unclear and bad feeling. In that way eating when you don’t feel Right helps I was going to take a nature walk but my joints have had other plans so I’m sat in bed. Which isn’t what I need!!!!!!!!! Or want!!!!!! I’ve been mostly nonverbal too, I’ve only really spoken bc I don’t know sign, and it’d be weird maybe to try and explain tism things. Leaves me feeling very small and awkawrdish, like in the way or people have to babysit kind of. Idk!!!

But since I haven’t been making a bunch of art I’ll share things I never posted :] and maybe doodles and things from sketchbooks/class assignments (if thats wanted,,)

[moonsherbet]

i've previously mentioned how u.phalgubi does magic using the voice, hasta's magic resides in their writing and magha's in drawing... so let's explore this a little bit more.

this type of magic i'm associating with magha, reminds me of the book "an enchantment of ravens" by margaret rogerson -- in the book we follow isobel, a painter from a small town near a forest that does trading with the fae. in this world the fae cannot produce art even tho they love it, so they seek art from exceptionally talented humans like isobel and pay them back in spells -- often these spells are just glamour, but they make people happy enough! isobel is not happy with this tho she doesn't trust them but she needs their patronage. the story starts when isobel is painting a portrait of a fae named rook, the prince of autumn, she immediately sees that he's sad even tho fae are said to never show emotions... she choses to paint that sadness in her portrait, and that pisses off rook. he decided to take her to the fae courts so she can publicly apologise to him for disrespecting him in that way but she refuses to change the painting because that's what true art feels like to her -- it's honest and it's moving: evoking all sorts of feelings. isobel's ability to soak her paintings with emotions is often talked about by the fae who are all so charmed by the way she does art, not only bc they themselves can't make art but also bc they can see she *sees* thru their glamours and that's fascinating to them. at the end of the book isobel's painting skills are what helps them restore balance to their world, as she has to confront the fae king who's been asleep for a millennia and is not aware of the damage that has done to their world, isobel spend all night painting him and making sure she catches every single detail of an entity that has forgotten what being alive even is -- she's daring him to look at himself and see that he's not a benevolent king but a selfish ruler who brought pain to his people. when she shows him the portrait he doesn't even recognise himself at first but as soon as he does he starts removing his guards and breaks down in grief as he's confronted with that reality of him not being an all-powerful being.

in this book i see isobel representing the power of magha to not only use art to channel magic, but also as it's represented by the throne of royalty and has associations with honour and respect, which is something isobel has amassed even with the fae who don't much care for mortals like her.

this use of painting/drawing for magic reminds me also of the hollywood medium, tyler henry who's famous for doing his sessions while doodling on a piece of paper! he says he's only doing it to clear up his mind and make sure the messages don't get tangled. he says he's not using any type of automatic drawing, he just needs to focus while contacting the spirits! tyler henry actually does have a magha asc! which is very interesting considering his psychic abilities are used to contact his clients' ancestors -- pitris (the deified ancestors) being magha's deity!

magha's shakti [power] is tyage shepani shakti [the power to leave the body] and although tyler doesn't really enter that type of trance, he has talked about his experiences with astral projection and sleep paralysis that started when he was little. in the book i mentioned earlier, there's a moment where isobel too leaves her body and after she comes back she sees the fae court much more clearly than before. she's gained knowledge, just like tyler henry when he astral projects.

there's a lot more i could add about stories or people who use drawing/painting/sketching/doodling to manifest abundance but for now i'll leave it here! kisskiss.

[heyitsyn]

RANDOM SEIJOH HCs ACCORDING TO GIGI

a/n: this is a thing i cooked up between doing trig exam and ap gov review akdsjfldskfj

IM PRETTY SURE I ALREADY USED THIS GIF BUT IM WANTING TO RE-DO MY ENTIRE PAGE AND MAKING BANNERS SO THIS IS A TEMPORARY THING AJDJDJJD ALSO I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THE KEEP READING THING ON THE APP BYE

oikawa def listens to indie music just bc he wants to feel unique and the 'iM diFfErENt fRoM oTHeR gUrLs' vibes

i FIRMLY BELIEVE IWAIZUMI HAJIME IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO CHOMPS ON HIS ICE CREAM BC HE LIKES TO FEEL THE COLD ON HIS TEETH AKSJSKSKSK

meanwhile kunimi eats a kitkat like its pizza just CHOMP

makki caNNOT sleep without a pillow between his thighs LIKE LISTEN he has 2 sisters and they all told him its so comfortable and at first he was like,, ??,, then he tried and now cant sleep without it

bUT MATTSUN LIKES TO SLEEP WITH PILLOWS SURROUNDING HIM bc it makes him feel safe and like there are two body pillows on either side of him and hes kinda trapped in the middle aksjskdk

when kyo was younger, he was really short and although he had other pants, he loved this one pair but they were really long on him and he wore it all the time and the part of the pants that touched the ground is torn in shreds

kindaichi steps on the sofa before sitting LIKE puts one foot on the cushion then the other until hes literally standing on the couch before folding to sit with his knees up to his chest (i do this)

watari sniffs his food before eating it no matter if its something he eats all the time or something new, he still sniffs it either way

yahaba is really particular with his feet and he likes to get a really big tupperware (duh one only meant for his feet) and fill it up with warm almost boiling water and he just soaks them

oikawa has sleep paralysis and he oftens hallucinates about aliens in the corner of his room

kunimi does this thing where he makes weird noises with his mouth like sounds of his mouth opening LIKE when youre tastinf something new and you do that sound with your tongue (I DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE IT AJDKSKKD)

makki bends his knees just to crack his ankles

iwa sneezes a ton but he has those sneezes where theyre quiet that you dont even notice or really loudly that it just echoes throughout the gym

kyo sleeps with one sock on bc his feet gets cold easily but both socks make him feel really hot so only one sock is perfect

for a tall and hunk of a guy, mattsun is a very light walker like his footsteps are very light and if he wants to, it can be practically silent

watari actually hates vegetables ajssksksk he particularly hates zucchini, eggplants, any vegetables that are that shape

kindaichi likes to stick or lean against walls because to him, they feel cold and can decrease his body heat

oikawa stands and places his feet at V position like \/ instead of ll because his sister did ballet and he was taught that was the right way of standing and it was considered graceful

yahaba has a fear of cactuses

mattsun does so badly in the heat because his body temp runs so high and the hot surroundings make him feel so uncomfortable and so he takes a lot of cold showers

iwa cannot swim like he freaks out immediately when his toetips can no longer feel the bottom and he panics with thoughts of drowning

watari has really small feet that he still buys big kids shoes to save money

kyotani considered playing baseball because he thought baseball bats were cool but he got angry and threw tantrum after missing his first pitch

iwa chomps on a whole raw chili while eating ramen akskksks

oikawa actually hates sweets bc when he was younger, he had cavities and iwa showed him a cartoon of cavities eating his teeth and will make him toothless

kindaichi really really likes hugs but hes too awkward to ask them even from his parents

yahaba chomps on mints so he goes through boxes of them in a week

i feel like theres a boy in the team who doesnt brush their teeth everyday and rubs a towel on their teeth to make it look clean and take mints to hide their bad breath

iwaizumi is actually iron deficient so he bruises super super fast and he even developed iron defiency anemia when he was younger bc his parents didnt catch on which caused him to be put on strong medication for months and still takes it now

WAIT,, OIKAWA IS LACTOSE INTOLERANT BUT HE LIKES MILK SO HE EATS MILK BREAD TO MAKE HIM FEEL NOT SO BAD OR GUILTY OF CONSUMING STRAIGHT DAIRY

seijoh four bonding time is watching gordom ramsey shows and yelling and screaming 'YEA! EXACTLY!' as if theyre also cooking genuises

watari used to eat grapes all the time until his mom got worried and told him if he doesnt stop, he will eventually turn into one. he only eats it every few weeks

when he was younger, kunimi cried because he had befriended a chicken on a trip to a farm and his mom took him to eat fried chicken after and he thought it was Chicky (his chicken friend :"))

kyotani used to stick out his tongue when it was raining so he could taste the raindrops. they taste better than bottled water

one time, during a seijoh sleepover, they dared oikawa to wear his sisters old uniform, skirt and all, and it backfired so everyone turned red and couldnt look at him in the face

their pregame ritual is touching each other's shoe tips

they tried doing yoga at yahaba's house before by watching yoga youtube videos but everyone ended up having to go to the chiropractor after (how did makki even turn into the human pretzel?)

the local gym gets so scared when they see the team coming through the doors bc these men are so LOUD like they HYPE EACH OTHER UP SO MUCH THEYRE SO ANNOYING AKSKSKDK

also never take them to an all you can eat sushi place. if you do, bring them earlier of the day like 30 mins after opening time so the cooks can cook enough for them without running out of ingredients (even then sometimes they still run out)

oikawa used to eat his mom's roses from her garden because he thought it would make his farts smell good like roses

takahiro is a surprisingly good artist like he draws really cool action fighting scenes in the corner of his papers and stuff

in my work: it's canon that iwa is half filo and his nanay used to dress him up in a barong all the time during halloween bc she wanted him to showcase his heritage

yahaba drinks a lot of milk because he hopes to one day grow strong and bulky like the 3rd years instead of being seen as a pretty boy

kindaichi's mom is a hairstylist and she always scolds him for using a lot of gel bc she's always the one who washes his hair

makki never learned how to do taxes and hes had the government knocking on his door a handful of times (BOKUTO AKKDJSKKS)

kyo has a dog: a chiweenie

there's someone on the team who wears those socks with individual pockets for toes

their pinterest is so different from what they look like for example, mattsun has a board of different flower decorations and arrangements

kunimi throws up during intense horror movies

watari's celeb crush is emma watson

the team alternates from different music genres like from ateez and bts to mxmtoon and beach bunny

they still dont know how to pronounce camila cabello's name

theyre all active in social media but only oikawa is on it 24/7 and in all platforms while the others have insta and snap

mattsun has twins as little siblings and he used to get them mixed up all the time that he used to draw a sharpie dot on the girl's forehead to determine she was his sister

watari hates sitting on the floor bc his butt bone hurts really easily so he can only sit on cushions for long periods of time

the team was supposed to have a party but everyone didnt know what to bring so they proved they shared the same braincell by bringing the same thing: a box of pizza

makki's an old soul and prefers to play records on a record player or watch old movies

kyo is surprisingly good at giving massages because he really pushed hard on those tense muscles

kindaichi knows how to crack necks so everyone goes to him a lot to do it (a friend of mine does this and can i say its terrifying yet so good?)

the only one who has a license is matsukawa and thats because granny needs to go to the doctor a lot and he hates her walking by herself and cabs are expensive

kyotani and yahaba are actually,,, lowkey close,,, not like best friends but theyre nice to each other and they got a stick and poke together (yahaba's was: :) while kyo's was: >:))

watari has a collection of mangas (some bl maybe 👀)

WARNING SAD: mattsun’s future job is a funeral person right? he ends up taking care of granny’s funeral free of charge and he had to take a week off because it was really painful for him

oikawa learned spanish SUPER fast to the point he forgets japanese sometimes but there are moments where he forgets both languages and hes just,,,, ???

makki’s unemployed yea but he rooms with mattsun in exchange of cooking because makki’s surprisingly good at cooking

iwa is practically the nutritionist of the team because he knows everything about proteins, carbs, iron, and needed vitamins so they all go to him to know what to eat and what they need

kunimi has lots and lots of shoes but usually only wears 2

kindaichi has a habit of pretending hes chewing gum even though he doesnt have gum, his mouth just chomps and moves with air akasldfjkf

there was a clown phenomenon in america but in their city, they had a mascots and seijoh 4 went around scaring kids :”(

oikawa never manspreads he gets too insecure to spread out like that akdjfkd

kyotani can easily sleep anywhere like he would be standing and just fall asleep or he sleeps with his eyes open

yahaba’s parents own a restaurant somewhere in the city and he works there sometimes

IM REALLY GOING TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS YALL AKSDJFKL

SORRY IM WRITING TOO MUCH I FEEL BAD THAT I HAVENT UPDATED BUT IM IN A CAR RIDE RN AND I WAS ABLE TO WRITE AGAIN AND MY EXAMS HAVE FINISHED THIS WEEK IMMA CRY

PLEASE, FEEL FREE TO REPLY WITH ANY OTHER HCS YOU GUYS KNOW OF SO I CAN PUT IT IN HERE AND CREDIT YOU WITH IT SO WE CAN HAVE LIKE A HCS BOOK FROM EVERYONE BUT THIS IS WHAT I STARTED WITH

oikawa screams a lot according to gigi but he’s actually a really quiet guy and not easy to scare

OKAY YOU GUYS DONT KILL ME I SWEAR IVE BEEN SO TERRIBLE AT WRITING BUT YOU KNOW WHO TURNED ONE TODAY? THIS PAGE!!! MY BABY IS ONE ALREADY 😭😭😭 ANYWAYS, HOPE THIS CAN MAKE YOU GUYS SMILE TODAY AND SCHOOL ENDS NEXT WEEK AND IM ALREADY AT 132 DRAFTS AMSJKSDKSK SO OH MY GOD THERES GOING TO BE SO MUCH COMING AND IM SO EXCITED TO GET THEM OUT 😩😩

[emcscared-whumps]

WiJ 2022 - 13: Share a Sneak Peek of Something You're Working On

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A snippet of a chapter of Shifting Phases ;) I may've already sent this snippet to a few people, but I've changed a lot and it was a long while ago (and it was possibly in fragments), but it's still one of my favourite portions, and I would love to share it with others who may not have seen it yet.

The red sections are bits I'm still uncrinkling so, gl with that.

I'll def be getting day 12's prompt out at some point soon, but definitely before the end of the month lmao, it's just, taking a bit bc of the way my brain insists on doing it (read: trying to do the 2 most tricky parts at the same time)

CONTENT and WARNINGS: Non-human whumpee, mer/shifter whumpee, (school) bullying mention (all characters 18+), mild concussion/head injury, dehumanisation/animalisation, treatment of whumpee like property, rejection, needles (belunae-specific tranquiliser dart, fear and paralysis more than anything), drugging. This one goes a bit hard on the emotional shit, so, hell yeah. This shit was fuckin harsh.

wc: ~1.2k

With a sudden jerk, the van came to a stop.

The drive itself had been mere minutes. At least, to Pete’s hazy mind, it felt that way. The gentle hills that rolled his limp body were much like those of the road that he rode to school, and as if his mind sensed his desire to be elsewhere, he saw the flower filled moors. They were beautiful in the summertime, filled with bright green grass and vivid heather blossoms. He could feel the fresh breeze run its cool fingers through his hair, taking his worries away.

For a time, he could live without a care in the world.

A sharp pull on his cuffed wrists brought Pete back to the surface, back to reality. The summer had faded, replaced by the cold floor of the van, and the hushed chatter of the hunters. They pulled again, harder, but to no avail—the way they’d dragged him in made it difficult to get him out again, since their hands found no purchase on the slippery scales that covered his tail.

His eyes focused a little, and he could only just make out their hazy silhouettes, but one’s strained, irritated tones were clear; “How heavy is this thing?”

“Get Nelson to drag it if you morons are too weak,” came the venomous, silken voice of the blond hunter. He seemed like the leader… He barked, “NELSON!”

There came a flurry of footsteps, and this time, a strong set of hands lifted Pete from the floor of the van and set roughly on the cobbled street. The warm lamplight was harsh on his eyes, and he blinked a few times before he could make out the familiar building beyond the small garden in front of them.

A small set of stairs led up to the door of a terrace…

His terrace.

Home.

The leader strode to the door, “Bring it up,” he said.

In seconds, the hunters were on him again. They grasped him by his coat shoulders and hauled him up the steps with strained grunts, keeping him there, dangling in the air with nothing to hold himself up.

Pete squirmed and twisted sharply. With his bound, webbed hands, he grabbed sleeve, earning himself a slightly repulsed look.

“N-n-nno, no, no pl-please,” he begged, “don’t—d-don’t do this, leave h-her out of this ple—"

A sharp slap cut his please short. “Shut it, belunae,” the leader snarled, before turning to rap harshly on the door.

Pete’s long, pointed ears drooped with dread, and he released the hunter’s sleeve, balling up his hands and weakly cowering, shielding his ears in one last feeble attempt to hide what he was.

It wouldn’t matter in a few minutes.

The door clicked open, releasing a gush of warm air into the night. In the doorway stood ma.

“Where’ve you b—” she started before yelping when the weaker two hunters tossed Pete to her feet. He connected hard with the unyielding stone doorstep, landing on bruised and broken ribs, the impact drawing a thin cry of pain from tight lungs.

 “Your son,” Johnstone said with pause.

The hunters stood over Pete’s long form effectively, trapping him with the unspoken threat of trampling him.

Without so much as a glance at the strangers on her threshold, Kate dropped to her knees, tears stinging her eyes.

“Pete! What—what on earth happened to you, oh—” she said, tenderly wiping away the blood and grime from the cut on his head, “they hurt you bad didn’t they, Burton and his friends, it was them, wasn’t it, it always is… You never tell me anything anymore…” she stated sadly tilting his head up.

One hand cupped Pete’s cheek while the other worked its way through his hair, and her searching gaze through his tear-filled eyes.

He couldn’t stop a hiccupping sob escaping. Her hands were so gentle over his scalp, checking for more grazes. He wanted to close his eyes, to lean into his ma’s touch and cry his worries away and be held in her arms, like she used to when he was young, but he knew he couldn’t have that. Not when her hand reached his, and her expression changed from sadness to one of horrified confusion.

She pried his chilly hands from his hair, thumbing the cold metal cuffs that encircled his wrists. “Pete...?” she said in a quiet, high voice, “What are those? Are—are they cuffs…?!”

Tears finally spilled down his cheeks.

“’m s’rry ma,” he sobbed, unfurling his arms and desperately trying to worm forward to safety.

She watched, sickened by the sight of Pete’s webbed hands, reaching for her, the doorframe—anything to get him away from the hunters.

“Ma—Ma pl-pl-please, I’m s-s-s-sso sorry—I—I n-need help, help—” he choked, “please let-t go, let me go ple—”

An indistinct glimmer caught Kate’s eye. In the dim lamplight, she caught glimpses of the strange, inhuman movement of her son’s—the belunae’s—long body as he—it—squirmed forward, reaching for her hand.

“Ma, help, ‘m s’rry,” he whimpered between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

She swatted Pete’s arm away with a frightened, disgusted yell, and the leader caught his hand under the tread of his boot. He knelt, and grabbed a fistful of ratty auburn hair, and slammed the side of his head into the ground.

Pete cried out, he writhed with panic and tried to get up, but his efforts were swiftly quelled by the other two hunters that dropped and pinned his hips and tail.

“Katelyn Spencer,” he said, “your son is a dangerous belunae that we have just apprehended. Based on your familial relations, we are also taking you into our custody—”

“That,” she hissed, “is not my son.”

A strange hush fell over the hunters.

“Wh—…M-Ma..?” Pete stammered, shock staying his tears. “I—I d-don’t und-derstand—"

“Don’t dare call me that ever again. You’re a lying monster, you USED me! Now GET OUT!”

Pete cried out again. His heart splintered. Fear, confusion, and pain wound a tight knot in his stomach, making him nauseous, terrified, and distraught all at the same time. He twisted and struggled hard against the hunters, adrenaline filling his body, and tears streamed down his cheeks,

 “N-no PLEASE—” he sobbed.

“OUT!”

. The leader growled at him, “Quit your pathetic whining, it’ll get you nowhere.

“Please—please… pl... plea… nn…”

The terror in Pete’s eyes dulled, and he fell slack in their arms as the effects of the art settled in. When the door slammed, but Pete didn’t flinch, even though it shook him to the core.

“That’s… that’s just cruel, man, and that’s coming from a hunter,” said.

“Hm,” the leader hummed, “it’s a shame that woman is not its birth mother… no matter,” he chuckled. “One of this rarity is more than enough to force that moron DePetro’s hand. That pitiful excuse for a man has already made himself reliant on us. It’s pathetic, really,” he spoke the name as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

With a dismissing wave, he said, “Greene, Elmer. Take it to back to the van and strip it. Clothes look ridiculous on a demon like that. It won’t be needing them.”

“Sir,” they said in unison.

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[wienerbarnes]

The Escape

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,717

Warnings: mind control ooooo, general violence, description of stealing a car that is wildly inaccurate bc ive.... never stolen a car, dues ex machina

A/N: some background about the reader! this one takes place before the last chapter of the original series, way before anything with bucky. this oneshot kinda recounts her prison escape 👀 not a lot of bucky in this one, but kind how the reader got to where she is and stufffff i love a good origin story

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You didn’t sleep the entire night. How could you? How were you supposed to sleep when you know you’re waking up to your inevitable death?

You refused a last meal a few hours ago. What was the point? You didn’t have an appetite anyway.

All you could do was count the hours, the minutes, the seconds, until the footsteps would sound down the hall, arriving at your cell, the guards would stare at you through the bullet-proof glass wall, the only wall of four that wasn’t made of thick concrete.

They’d take you down to the observation room, they’d strap you down in the chair before asking for your final words. You’d stare out into the window of the observation room, unable to see through to the otherside, but knowing there’d be witnesses there. Maybe the families of people you killed. Maybe government officials, the ones who worked as hard as possible to get you this ending.

First, the sodium thiopental would be injected into your veins to sedate you. Then, the vecuronium bromide will be given that will send your body into paralysis. Finally, the potassium chloride will stop your heart. And your life will be over.

What a shame.

Too soon, your life was wasted. And too soon did the guards feet sound down the hall. And too soon did he arrive in front of your cell, ordering you to get up from your bed to shackle you.

He’s alone, you notice. Perhaps they don’t expect you to put up much of a fight.

Something snaps in your brain and before you realize you’re even doing it, you’re tapping into the young guard’s poor brain. He was a cop. A cop turned prison guard to spend more time at home, less time out in the world trying to catch bad guys. Never really bad guys, though, always just some unlucky soul caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Open the cell.” You tell him, finally through to his head. The keys jingle as he unlocks the three complicated locks attached to the side of the door.

You’re suddenly grateful for the hundreds of times they called you crazy, they called you a psycho, they told you you didn’t have powers, that that was your sad and sorry excuse of the reason for your crimes.

“Take off your clothes.” You order next. The young man begins to strip, taking off his clothes until he’s down to his underwear. White briefs with a blue waistband.

Once his uniform is on your body, you take everything he has, leaving his pistol with him.

“Shoot at everybody that comes in here.” You tell him, and he stares at you blankly, no longer in control of his actions as you take over.

You take a moment, closing your eyes and trying to concentrate on what the prison looks like, where the exits are, and where the guards are. You peek an eye open to glance at the man’s watch that now sits on your wrist, eight minutes until the shift changes.

Eight minutes for you to not fuck this up.

You close the cell door behind you, locking it, and making your way down the hall. You need to time this perfectly so that you’re slipping out as the other guards are leaving.

Just keep your head down, and get out as quickly as possible. Don’t talk to anyone. Just get out and start walking. You’ll get to the city eventually and you’ll hide out until you can keep making your way through New York. Maybe you’ll go to Jersey. Or up to New Hampshire.

Yeah, you’re just going to walk to New Hampshire, aren’t you?

Not a priority right now. Focus on getting out. A deep breath until you unlock the gate at the end of the hall, making your way out into another hallway. You visualize the map in your head once more and keep making your way down. You walk with confidence, head still slightly tilted down, but steps quick and light. Another guard turns the corner at the end of the hall and you make sure your steps don’t falter, and he walks right by you without a second thought.

You’re still unsure about the whole mind control thing. You don’t want to question it, because it seems to be pretty useful right now, but you don’t want to abuse it either, knowing your luck will eventually fail you.

It’s not long before you hear a gunshot ring out in the distance and you glance at a clock on the wall to see the shift change happening now.

You need to get out of here, now. Soon the guards will realize it’s you who’s missing from your cell and the search will begin. They’ll start with the entire grounds of the prison, which will hopefully buy you some time to make it to the city, if you sprint.

You finally make it to a more open area, exit signs now posted at the tops of doorways. You finally find a group of other men, some with bags or coats and you slip into the crowd, hoping that these are the guys leaving from their shift.

“Hey, have a good one, man. Tell the family I said hello.” A rough hand pats your shoulder before brushing past you.

Your stomach drops at the fact that these men are so unaware. So unaware that their real friend is in your cell, probably having a shootout with the new guards who just began their shift. The fact that these guards showed up to work today and the first thing they encounter is another guard in his underwear shooting at them.

Push it back. Push it back. Push it back.

As you’re huddled in between bodies, a bright light suddenly washes over your face. Sunlight. Your eyes burn at the feeling, a feeling so foreign having not felt it in months. You force them open though. You need to separate quickly, because not only do you not know where the parking lot is, you don't know which car is yours, you don’t have keys, and even if you did, you don’t know how to fucking drive.

Why did you never learn this! You never thought you’d need to since you decided you were going to join the military at sixteen, but you still should’ve fucking looked into it!

You don’t think you’ll make it walking. It’ll draw too much attention. The prison is in the middle of fucking nowhere and you’re just going to walk home? What would be worse is if someone offers you a ride.

New plan: find your car and hope it’s unlocked so you can sit inside until everyone leaves.

You know Hydra made you break into things before; houses, cars, etc. But you’ve tried to repress so much of that time that you can’t remember if you ever hot wired a car before.

You hope your luck doesn’t run out anytime soon.

Men arrive at their cars and the options quickly narrow down between an orange SUV and a black, fancy-looking car. You take your chances on the SUV.

It’s unlocked. It’s fucking unlocked. You shut the door and heave, feeling so hard to breath in the small space, but feeling relieved at the chance to finally make some noise and express your stress outside of that group of people you were stuck around.

“C’mon. C’mon! Fight or flight, c’mon, just make me know how to hot wire this.” You close your eyes, as though that will suddenly make the knowledge appear in your head. It doesn’t, surprisingly.

Until you look in the cupholder to see a dozen bobby pins. He probably has a daughter. “It’s going to have to do.” You mumble to yourself.

You quickly straighten them out and shove them into the small spot where the key goes. You twist and turn, holding a bunch of pins together to simulate an odd shape of the key, until finally you hear a click.

That’s gotta be good! Right? You go with it, continuing to twist until you hear a sputtering and crunchy sound of the engine starting.

This guy drives a piece of shit car. But it’s fucking on! You waste no time in putting the car into the drive before pulling out the lot. You make yourself extremely nauseous at your own driving, or rather, attempt at driving. You see in the rearview mirror the lights on the prison flashing, the bright red signaling that they’ve realized you escaped. You give yourself twenty minutes before they ditch the search of the prison grounds and look for you in the city.

Down the road you alternate between driving fifteen miles an hour to sixty, finding it so difficult to get a steady control of the car. But you’re doing it! You only need to make it to the city. That’s it.

“How the fuck do they make sixteen-year-olds do this shit?”

Eventually you get the hang of it. Still a terrible driver, but you at least don’t feel as scared driving among other cars. 

The longer you drive, the more it catches up to you what you’ve done. Soon enough, the tears come and so do the sobs. Until you stop a red light and let out a yell of agony, the stress and sadness washing through your body.

It’s hard, wanting to break down completely but having to keep your eyes open for the light to change, and having to pay attention to your surroundings. You find a small alleyway to pull into and you put the car in park before ditching it.

No time to cry, you can cry later. You peek around at the name of restaurants and stores around you, not recognizing any of them. You look at the street signs not recognizing those, either. You haven’t been around society in almost ten years, and you feel hopelessly and utterly lost.

You look around the alleyway and see a big dumpster. Just for a little while, you think. You lift the lid and climb inside, shutting the lid above you.

It’s dark, greasy, and the worst thing you’ve ever smelled, but it’s somehow better than where you were. You don’t know how much time has passed, but the noise outside the dumpster grows, and you make a guess that it’s around six or seven in the morning.

If you want to blend in with the crowd, you need to change your clothes. A prison guard outfit will most definitely make you stand out to people, especially when news breaks that there's a prison escapee on the loose.

When you finally lift the lid to stand up, you look to your left to see a teenager, probably not older than seventeen, staring at you, frozen, key in hand, seemingly to open up some store that you’re in back of.

He’s tall and lanky, and what makes him stand out to you the most is the spiky black hair he sports on his head and the thick black eyeliner around the rims of his eyes.

“You… okay?” He asks, clearly confused as to why a random woman in a prison guard outfit is hanging out in the dumpster behind her place of work. But you’re frozen. You don’t know what to say. You can’t imagine the last twelve hours I’ve been through, it won’t make much sense.

“Are you… hungry?” He asks when you don’t answer. “I’m, uh, opening now, but no one will be here for another hour or two when we actually open. I can make you something if you like?” He offers.

He thinks you’re homeless. Which, you are, technically. But he doesn’t recognize you. Perhaps you haven’t made the news yet, but it’ll only be a matter of time.

You finally nod, climbing out of the dumpster bin and walking over to where he holds the door open for you.

You devour the sandwich he makes you, a simple ham and cheese on white bread, but it’s the best thing you’ve eaten in, well, a decade.

“How long have you been homeless for?”

“Are you from New York?”

“What’s your zodiac sign?”

“What’s your favorite band?”

So many questions come from the curious kid, kindness radiating from him. Casual conversation ensues, and you’re careful not to give too much away.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask, wiping your mouth with a napkin as you swallow the last bit of sandwich.

“How do I get to Brooklyn from here?”

“You’re in Brooklyn, silly.” He responds and your eyes widen a bit, not thinking you’d get this lucky.

“Sorry, that came out kinda insensitive,” He apologizes, picking up your plate, “It’s not like you have a GPS or anything. Anywhere you’re trying to go in particular?”

You have a flash of a vision, Bucky sleeping soundly in his apartment, as the sun shines through in orange cracks in his blinds. Your mind envisions the building, where it is, what it looks like, and how you can get there. Why is your mind and body wanting to lead you to where Bucky is? If you’re trying to lay low, why does your vision want you to go to what’s the third most recognizable government figure in the country, after the President and Captain America?

“Uhm… to see a friend. I guess I wasn’t trying to go, but I have a lot of… free time now, so. Just don’t know what I’d say to him.” You tell the boy, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion. You’re not looking forward to the rest of the day, or week, or month, or life.

“Why don’t you write a note? That’s what I do; when I don’t think I can say the right thing, I write it instead. I can give you some paper and an envelope.” He offers.

This kid has got to be my guardian angel personified, you think. What are the fucking odds?

“You should take it with you, though. I gotta open up soon, and I’m sure you don’t want to experience the morning rush of this place.” You read my mind.

“I’ll give you a change of clothes, too. Where’d you get that, anyway? Do you hang around dumpsters often? Is that one from a Halloween store?”

“Okay, that’s too much. You’ve already been so kind.” You refuse, ignoring the curious questions that shoot out of his mouth.

“Then don’t take it as me being kind, take it as me being mean. You smell like shit from that dumpster.”

You can’t help but laugh, and oh how good it feels. You never thought you’d laugh again, and here you are, giggling at being told you smell bad by some goth teenager.

Soon enough, you’re walking through the backways of buildings, in a crisp white t-shirt that smells of the cologne of a teenage boy, and note and envelope in hand. It takes you about forty five minutes to make it to Bucky’s apartment building, and it was only slightly less stressful that your walk out of that prison.

Through the glass door, you don’t see anyone at the front desk, so you open the door and step inside.

To your left you see a wall of mailboxes, and one large one at the bottom overflowing with letters and gifts. You take a wild guess and say that that one belongs to Bucky. You’ve heard he’s a pretty popular guy, along with the company he keeps.

You take the stairs to the eighth floor and the fourteenth room, hoping the 814 on that mailbox wasn’t random. You scribble out on your piece of paper, tearing it off and keeping the rest in case you need for another note in the future, or a snack. You bite at the blue bracelet on your wrist before it breaks and stick it in the envelope, tucking in the flap to close it.

You place it on the ground and silently press your ear to the door. You don’t hear him, but you hear the sound of the television, announcing your missing presence and the manhunt around the city. You take that as a cue to leave quickly.

Why you feel such a draw towards Bucky, you’re not sure, but for some reason, you have a feeling that leaving him this gift of sorts won’t come back to haunt you.

Perhaps it’ll even lead to the opposite.

[lesbianholster]

rating bear emojis bc i’m on a train and i have too much free time

a fine enough specimen, although the wide cheeks don’t make a lot of sense and the weird apple gradient makes this bear look a bit too shiny rather than fuzzy. still a cute fella, but not quite there yet, and almost too reminiscent of the poop emoji for my liking, although i do like his eyes. 5/10

oh, now that’s a cute lad!! the simple style really works in this critter’s favor, and i like the simple color palette and accurate little ears. he seems like a kindly father figure from a kid’s tv show and i would absolutely hang out with him. 9/10

this is a chipmunk, 1/10

this is a wolf, 2/10

more like a teddy bear than a proper bear, especially with those big ears, but i like his warm little eyes and his cute smile, and the gradient actually makes sense this time and makes him look soft and cute. very huggable, 8/10

YES!!!!! NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!!! LOOK AT THOSE BIG OL’ EYES AND THOSE WEE EARS AND THE LITTLE TONGUE BLEP!!!!! SO PERFECTLY SIMPLE AND CUTE AND I WOULD ABSOLUTELY CUDDLE, 100000/10

this bear.............. he’s trying to be like the WhatsApp bear, but without any of the charm. The eyes have become soulless rather than full of warmth, the ears are just a touch too big, the shading is uncomfortably shiny, and the slightly open mouth does not help matters. i am a little unsettled, 4/10

my sleep paralysis demon, jesus christ/10

the improperly-lit big eyes and slasher smile unsettle me. this is not a bear i would want to cuddle. this is not a teddy i would let my kids have. 1/10

ohhhhh, another delightful lad!!!! i simply love the simple lineart and anatomically correct snout combined with the limited but still delightful colors. the little eyes combined with the big smile makes me feel at ease, plus they managed to give him a round face without it turning into chipmunk cheeks. this is a storybook-worthy bear and i can easily see him at the side of the river catching salmon. 11/10

the style perturbs me, and yet, i feel like there’s a 4-year-old kid somewhere who loves this. 4/10

ah, i like this lad!! he’s a bit fluffier than other entries, which i appreciate, and the angle makes him feel a bit more alive! this is a nice bear, i like this bear a lot, and i hope he gets plenty of fish and berries in his future, 9/10

why the long face, metaphorically and physically? he’s a cute enough fella, but i don’t like it when my drawings are sad. i want to give this bear a big ol’ hug and reassure him that everything’s gonna be alright. 7/10

that’s not how snouts work, but i do like the tiny ears, 3/10

like if the apple one and the twitter one had a weird baby, nice colors but weird chipmunk cheeks. 6/10

a cute enough fella, would be perfectly at home in a children’s tv show with those thick lines and simple gradients. 8/10

a lovely round boy, 10/10

[pugbrainey]

I just re-watched some of my Polish childhood cartoons and im here to rate them all for ya’ll so you don’t have to sit though the torture

1. Budzik (Clock)

- I have no fucking clue how 3 year old me was not scared of the old puppet designs

- New puppets were better

- Cool cats doing fun stuff in the morning

- 3 year old me had an absolute crush on Budzik (the grey cat) and i have no idea why

- Best songs ever

- 7/10, old episodes are great for nightmare fuel

2. Zaczarowany Ołówek (Magical Pencil)

- Ugly ass kid and his dog go on adventures around the town

- The kid doesn’t own the pencil, the garden gnome does

- I would literally kill for his pencil

- The kid once committed illegal surgery on an animal and was kidnapped by a freak all thanks to his pencil

- Statue of cartoon in Poland

- Crimes

- 9/10, evil pencil i likey

3. Reksio

- GOODEST BOY EVER

- HE CARED FOR 2 KITTENS AND THEIR MOM BC THEY WERE HOMELESS

- EVERY DOG IN POLAND

- BABY

- STATUE IN POLAND!!

- 100000000/10, BEST DOGGO WITH THE BEST CRIPS BRAND

4. Bolek i Lolek 

- Hey guess who has a statue?

- Best friends and brothers ever

- Two goofy brothers having goofy and funny adventures, they had an entre series about having a race around the world

- Speaking? What’s that?

- They look nothing like brothers

- They drew freckles on their faces bc their cousin was insecure about her’s and they wanted to comfort her

- Probably committed crimes once

- 10/10, my entire childhood <3

5. Miś Uszatek (Bear Floppy-Ear)

- Woo! More statues!

- Best bed time stories ever

- Every episode narrated by the exact same person, every character too

- Tiny bear

- Where are his parents?? He sounds 30 but he’s a fucking toddler

- Polite bear

- 9/10, best bear boy, i love him

6. wyprawa profesora gąbki ( expedition of professor sponge)

- HOW is he NOT a meme yet??

- Go around the world with a gay Italian chef

- His eyes....

- Pretty fun cartoon, it got me into drawing dragons

- Their main villain looks like a power puff girls villain

- 7/10 don’t remember much of it, but it’s still pretty cool

7. Lippy and Messy

- WHAT THE FUCK

- ACID. TRIP.

- THANKS FOR TEACHING ME ENGLISH AND GIVING ME A SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON

- 1/10, DON’T LIKE THE GREEN PUPPET

[gem-tavvy]

if u dont mind getting multiple ships in one ask how do u feel about Marvus x Mallek, Mallek x Galekh, Eritav, Ruficro and Equigam?

marmal:

hmmmmm interesting! i guess mallek could be an interesting "straightman" (not literally of course) to marvus' sort of showyness! and they both have identical limos! personally i find it hard to like... draw a meaningful connection between the two of them but that's prolly bc i don't Understand marvus that much like i do tavros, so it's hard to see those dynamics! but i am gay so i think it's good!

malgal:

but i DOOOOOO love this one!!! prep nerd x punk nerd!!! hunk x tw(u/i)nk!!! blue boy x2 combo!!! what i love abt them is their interaction too!!! mallek calls galekh "button up" and i think that's pretty homoerotic like oh you want him to UN-button up huh buddy? also mallek gave him a tramp stamp and that's pretty romantic! very very good!!!

eritav:

a friend told me they hc eridan was the one who brought tavros back to his hive after his paralysis (bc he passed out and would have been burnt to a crisp in the sun) bc tavros' hive is on the shore and.... idk i kinda hc that too... i wish we got to see them like. interact! tavros with his dorkiness and eridan with his dramaticness, i feel like they could bounce off each other well, AND tavros could show eridan the kindness he doesn't get from basically almost any other troll, except karkat's karkattian kindness and sopor'd gamzee!! i think tavros would be very interested in listening to eridan talk about history and eridan would just be like. wait. someone actually likes listening to me talk about my interests??? anyways it's very good

ruficro:

beyond the fact that they're both cute boys if a little not very good at romance, i can't rly say i see them as being good....... Together. rufioh is tavros but with conflict avoidance at like eleven, and cronus is cronus! so i feel like if they were flushed, it would be the same unfortunate aspects about ghost horruf except amplified because cronus is far less subtle... i am willing to hear ur opinions on ruficro tho!!! it could just be bc i don't think abt them a lot!!!

equigam:

this is one of those ships that really work best when both characters have already addressed their flaws and are working to become better and healthier people! their banter pre murderstuck is VERY funny though and i love how obvious it is that equius is just INCREDIBLY gay for gamzee!

[stompstump-peak]

7 8 or 10 for the pmd asks?

7. how do you interpret the future trios relationships to each other?

oooo okay this is an interesting one. my own personal hc is that they (along w/ hero) used to work together/travel together as a little ragtag group, very found family like. dusknoir was with them up until they started really investigating the planet’s paralysis and they found that in order to change the future, they’d all have to disappear in the process — and that scared him! so that’s when the group split, and dusknoir ended up working with primal dialga to keep the world the way it was. 

so in that regard, i feel like there’s still some resentment between grovyle/celebi and dusknoir. yeah, the world’s fine and they’re all together again like they used to be, but...it’s just not the same. and even if they try to move past everything that happened, that won’t fix the hurt that dusknoir inflicted on them. i think grovyle and celebi would understand being afraid, but they would have a little bit of a harder time with why dusknoir went to the lengths that he did. like he could’ve just left the group and not worked with primal dialga. but no he did. a lot. so yeah there’s some stuff bubbling under the surface for sure. 

on the topic of grovyle and celebi specifically, i think they’re friends who get along just fine. i don’t ship them (i don’t necessarily ship grovyle and dusknoir either), but i do think it’s cute that celebi calls him “my dear.” i wish their relationship had been expanded on more instead of just “oh she’s got a crush on him.” like come on you gotta give me more substance!! you gotta give me more to work with!!

8. if you’re an artist, how do you draw grovyle + dusknoir, and why? 

would you believe me if i told you i have zero (0) drawings of either of them?i spend most of my time making gates gijinkas...perhaps i should do something about that

anyway here’s a little doodle of grovyle i did in like. 10 minutes. this obviously isn’t his actual design, but it’s kinda how i want it to be. i think his hair is pretty similar to a lot of other designs that people have — everyone seems to go with the high ponytail, which fits him well imo. my grovyle specifically is going to have a longer jacket bc im a sucker for a good capey coat, and im not sure about the rest of his outfit, but it’ll probably involve shorts and leggings. u know. the good stuff. 

“why so desaturated” he’s a future kiddo!! there’s obviously no sun in the future, so i want their designs to reflect that, so the future trio (and perhaps my hero) will be a little less saturated in terms of color. their clothes are going to be a little brighter, but things like hair and skin will definitely be noticably greyish. 

as for dusknoir, i really just. i don’t know. i do want him to have an eyepatch hiding like a spooky eye or something bc that would be neat but other than that, i’m not sure. i think he’ll have a different design based on if he’s in the past or future. as for those designs?? no clue. like i said, i spend a lot of my time on gates characters ^^;;

10. opinions on nuzleaf’s character? and were you surprised by the twist? 

he’s a very charming character, and i love how he was just like “oh okay i’ll take this kid home with me,” and of course that makes sense considering what he’s up to but i just. i love him. he’s so stupid (i say that affectionately). yee yee. country man i love you. 

the betrayal didn’t surprise me a ton, bc it’s pmd, but at the same time, i think they did a good job making it seem like it could be anyone. while i’d like to say i suspected nuzleaf from the start, i really didn’t. and yeah looking back on it it’s pretty obvious. the krookodile red herring was pretty good too, and the dramatic reveal on the mountain?? excellent. i live for the drama. 

that being said, i wish they hadn’t chickened out with him!! possession excuses are weak. let him own it nintendo. let this man be an irredeemable manipulator. granted it’s a kid’s game but like come on...can he at least face the consequences of his actions a little bit?? 

[ts-unsolved]

Final Wrap-up for Chapter One

((since chapter one will be coming to a close shortly and there is still an assortment of questions left over, here is a masterpost of responses to queries that couldn’t be addressed during the story! 

[reminder: the ask box will be left open, however the characters are not available. please keep in mind that non-plot related questions will not be answered by the characters after this post.]

Anonymous said: ((Just wanted to tell you your drawings are so pretty and I love ur blog. That is all I have no braincells to ask questions))

Anonymous said: OKAY MOD I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH AND ITS SO COOL AND GOOD AND YOUR ART IS TOO!! sorry for caps I’m just excited

Thank you! Sorry I didn’t always get around to answering asks like this, but for every one that was sent in, I appreciated it with all my heart. You guys are angels 💖

Anonymous said: What is one haunted location you guys would really like to visit someday?

Poveglia is definitely the highest on the list for the notoriety alone, although they would likely never get the permission to go (the history in general is almost excessively horrible and tragic, so nothing good would come out of doing an episode there. Maybe it’d be good as a final-chapter type location? 🤔).

@anxious-fander-bean​ said: Hey Logan, have you ever tried swing dancing? It's really fun and good excersize! There's also a lot of bouncing and upbeat music, so Patton might enjoy it as well! ((I'm doing it. I need the qpp boys to be happy and have fun, bc they deserve it.))

(LOGAN: I’ll...consider it.)

You did it, you got them to go on some good ol’ platonic dates! B)

Anonymous said: I feel bad that I don't have any deep question or something along those lines, but what's your favorite thing to bake, Pat? - 💐

That’s alright! Questions don’t have to be deep to be fun/interesting. 

(PATTON: Cupcakes! You can make so many different flavors, and there are tons of fun ways to decorate them!)

@why-should-i-tell-youu2 said: Why cant anyone else see the seal?

You need to have The Sight to be able to see demon sigils. Patton has this ability naturally, and Dee has it because Elliott taught it to him. Otherwise, Virgil and Roman would be the closest in terms of gaining this ability, but a scared/skeptical part of them is holding them back. 

Anonymous said: My good dorks, is there a way to, I don’t know, get a better/more effective charm for your office? One that costs more than $10? -🍁

Anonymous said: Hey, Logan, potential naturalistic explanation for ya: depending on what the charm was made of, shifts in ambient room temperature could have caused minuscule expansions and contractions in the material that would eventually crack the charm. Do I believe my own explanation? Absolutely not. Am I grasping at straws for a non-supernatural explanation? Absolutely. And ambient room temperature doesn’t even begin to explain the red symbol around the charm

(LOGAN: Our budgeting is already a mess as it is, the last thing we need is to waste more funds on decorations. And that theory seems much more reasonable than the contrary explanation.)

Anonymous said: Is the demon that Pavreen summoned the same demon that possessed Elliott?

Anonymous said: Welp Virge SUMMONED A DEMON- (Why do I have a feeling Remy was the demon that possessed Elliot-)

Nope, they’re all different demons! The demon that Parveen summoned is notoriously difficult to contact, so a bunch of teenagers wouldn’t have been able to do it. Likewise for Remy; you can only summon him once you have his True Name, and he’s already destroyed most references to that (sorry Patton).

Anonymous said: omg omg omg what part of mythology is remy part of???

He’s not from any particular mythology, but he is partly based off of Alps from German folklore and the general mythology around sleep paralysis!

Anonymous said: Can Patton see supernatural beings like ghosts and demons and stuff? I just think it would be interesting if his scars make him able to see them :3c

Anonymous said: If both Dee and Patton can see the sigil, and Dee can see ghosts, does that mean Pat can see ghosts too? With the whole red glowing thing (forgot what its called) it seems to be connected.

Yes he can see ghosts/demons, and you’re right that the scars (or rather the deal with the demon which gave him his powers and scars) are what lead to him being able to do it. The red is just a general indicator of something supernatural/not of our Realm.

Anonymous said: Wait so if Patton and his family all have that mark could that mean Patton is not completely human 👀 -🌈

I supposed you could say that Patton’s not entirely human because he’s a witch who was born without a soul, but he’d find that pretty offensive tbh.

Anonymous said: Are Elliott and Patton maybe related, even distantly? Also, roman needs to suck it up and have Feelings for the Snake Man

There’s no relation between Elliott and Patton. Elliott is the child of a seer and a psychic, Patton is the son of witches. They’re similar, but different. (Also you’re assuming that Roman hasn’t liked the Snake Man since high school, but considered him off-limits because he’s his brother’s best friend).

Anonymous said: Does Patton know that Dee can see spirits and does Dee know that Patton is protecting them all?

Anonymous said: Dee, pat, do you know that each other can see the sigil? 

Anonymous said: is ... is patton a witch and dee a dee-mon and that's why they don't like each other.....?

Anonymous said: Pat what do you think about making deals with demons?

They’re both aware of each other’s secrets! Technically they’re both doing their best to protect everyone, but that doesn’t mean they agree with each other’s methods or bond over the shared responsibility. 

Patton is indeed a witch, and Dee is a regular human who happened to summon a demon one time. Patton thinks Dee is the occult equivalent of a satanist, which he disagrees with because dark magic is unnatural/dangerous in his eyes (making deals with demons only leads to trouble!), and would prefer Dee not endanger his friends. Dee doesn’t like Patton because of his perceived moral superiority, and finds the way he can be so secretive and two-faced creepy 

Regardless, they’re both sitting in glass houses and have more in common than they think.

Anonymous said: Patton Should Hug Dee *

Maybe. But he won’t. 8′D

Anonymous said: Since Dee has been able to see ghosts for a long time, was he an open believer in ghosts before Elliot died? Since it was mentioned that the reason he lies about his belief is because he knows that they're dangerous, he wouldn't have had a reason to hide it in the past. And if he did are any of the others aware of the belief change? Well, besides Remus. I'm guessing that one is pretty obvious.

He may have been more involved as a believer in the past, though that doesn’t mean he was ever super open about it. He was aware of how it would look like to outsiders (being genuinely skeptical at one point himself), so he wasn’t going to paint a target on his back by talking about ghosts and demons and things most people can’t see.

Of course, that didn’t stop people from stereotyping and making those sorts of assumptions about their friend group anyway, but no one besides them really knew about their secret-- not even Virgil.

Anonymous asked: What would happen if one time, the gang ended up getting something supernatural on camera?

The result of that would depend on the being. Ghosts can kinda appear on camera, although it’s very rare for them to appear as a full bodied apparition, which is why they usually only manifest in spirit orbs or light/shadows. Poltergeists are better since they’re able to interact with objects, but likewise since they can’t manifest into a physical form they can easily be brushed off. Demons and other miscellaneous creatures will straight up not appear if captured directly on film; you’ll simply get video glitches and distortions.  

So essentially, they may technically have found something already, but capturing evidence that’s also compelling is a lot more difficult than you’d think. I imagine there’s a good chance that anything legitimate wouldn’t get taken too seriously because of how easy it is to fake evidence nowadays.

Anonymous said: Okay so a little bit of a rant but not really ig but imagine the ladylike and unsolved crossover for this AU like I can see it as like Thomas' friends dressing up Roman and Dee in style and seeing a blushing mess and maybe flirting going on because of how good the clothing complements each other but this is kinda a weak idea lol

It’s not a weak idea at it, it’s really cute! (though I may just have a soft spot for the Ladylike cast and crossovers). 

The only thing to note is that I’ve chosen not to include Thomas’ friends in this AU because I personally weird about writing fiction about real people? (I was on the fence about including character!Thomas for a while too, tbh). So, apologies to anyone who’s sent similar asks or wanted to see any of Thomas’ friends; they wont be around!

Anonymous said: Did Dee and Remus ever have that talk Dee said he would try to have a while back????

They might have gotten the opportunity to chat back when Remus came back to help shoot the Room 1046 video. It wouldn’t have been a complete reconciliation by any means (dealing with years of baggage in one sitting is Hard), but now Remus is aware that Dee is open to discuss things again at some point in the future, so progress!

Anonymous said: wait wHAT?! When did he (Emile Picani) die?? Give us the deets oh wise one

Anonymous said: emile is... dead? what happened?

I see y’all, but unfortunately you’re not getting any answers from me just yet! You’ll have to wait until the next chapter~.

Anonymous said: Shit is about to go down and I am worried about the next ghost "adventure"

:) Don’t Worry About It.))

[inosuketingz]

the sheets are stained with blood [p.3]

PART ONE PART TWO [ PART THREE ] PART FOUR Victor Zsasz x fem!Reader Warning: language, violence, blood and spoilahs 4 Birds of Prey Word Count: 1125 Tag: @itsknife2meetu​  A/N: Aaaand we are back!! I kinda forgot to mention in my previous parts that my fic touches upon an unreqruited romance between Zsasz and Roman bc I am a(n): a) idiot b) pendeja c) dumbass d) all of the above. Again, feel free to ask if you’d like to be tagged in future parts <3 This is legit my first fic I’ve posted online and I’m really loving where this is going

You hold back a gag as Hyunwoo lets out a gut wrenching scream. Your only job today is to keep an eye on Victor, something you thought would be cake. But, it’s turning out to be a bit more difficult than you imagined.

“Answer the fucking question!” Zsasz yells into the man’s face, knife digging deeper into his face. “Where is it?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know, I don’t know!” Hyunwoo cries and you cross your arms.

“Bullshit,” Zsasz insists and his hand begins to etch the knife higher, drawing a red line as it moves. Like he aches to peel the skin off the man’s head. He’s more than willing to ignore Hernando del Rey’s orders to leave Hyunwoo alive.

You get up from leaning against the office desk and clutch the blood silver necklace around your neck.

“Zsasz, stop!” And, like clockwork, he’s motionless. Last night, after you escorted— or forced— the scarred man out of your apartment, you utilized the towels he plugged his wounds with to make a Blood Pendant. That has become your signature ‘weapon’ to the mainstream media. One drop off blood onto the pendant and you can order around the person it belongs to.

You approach Hyunwoo and squat next to Victor who wears an expression of confusion.

“What the hell did you do?” He mutters in a raspy voice.

“Something I should’ve done the moment we got here.”

Hyunwoo winces when you grab onto his dyed blue hair and pull his face closer to yours. “Hernando gave you the keys to his yacht. So, obviously, you know where you put it. And if you lost them, I can’t promise that you’ll be put through any less pain than if we find out you’re lying.”

The man’s eyes dart to a shelf at the right end of the office. “Please, promise you I have no clue where they are. Look, my kids are still in the other room—” You drop his head before he could end his sentence. That’s all you needed to see.

Your reach for the pendant again, this time telling Zsasz to come on. Victor lets out a sigh of relief as his body returns to its normal mobility. You head to the shelf and Zsasz follows, though not before he plants a hard kick to the Korean man’s stomach.

“Don’t ever do that shit again, do you fucking hear me? I don’t get controlled.” He whispers against your ear and you feel a shiver run its slow fingers down your spine.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You feign cluelessness. “I didn’t know there were statutes of morality between us now.” He grunts in response.

You bring your attention back to the large shelf. You face spines of books and nothing else. The titles not written in Hangul described statistics, business and other boring shit.

“The keys are somewhere here,” you say.

“How do you know?”

You take a quick glimpse over your shoulder to make sure Hyunwoo is still on the floor, tied by his restraints. “He looked over here while I was talking to him, duh. Aren’t you supposed to be super smart?”

“Cum laude, baby girl.” Zsasz winks and you roll your eyes. You couldn’t care less about his Ivy League adventures. “And I was too busy dealing with paralysis to notice.”

“Quit being a baby and look.” You power through hardbacks upon hardbacks, hoping you’d open one and the keys would fall out. Victor watches you do this with a little smile on his face. You turn over and bark “Start looking, asshole!”

He laughs, but does what you say. After last night’s shenanigans, you were ready to get this deal over with. You’ve met with plenty of Wonder Woman’s rogues in the past, but none of them creeped you out the way these Gotham villains do, let alone Victor Zsasz. You could barely get a grasp of what was going on in his head. One second he wants to gut you, the next he’s gripping your thighs and reminding you of the time you two slept together. To top it all off, you still have no clue how he managed to get into your room.

Today has been no better. You’re wearing a tight turtleneck and skinny jeans, and you’ve caught him catching glances at your ass and breasts on plenty occasions.

Victor pulls out a thick mystery novel from the bottom shelf and a shiny silver key slips out, clinking against the marble floor.

His cheeks pull back as he grins, revealing his steel crowns. He picks it up and turns to face Hyunwoo who groans.

“It looks like we got a little liar on our hands,” He mocks.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” Hyunwoo cries as Zsasz saunters closer to him. “You guys said you couldn’t kill me!”

“I won’t kill you. I’m just gonna fuck you up bad enough that your kids will live with nightmares when they enter and see you.” He kneels closer to him and you shove your hands into your pockets.

“I’m gonna be in the car.”

~ ~ ~

It takes over an hour for Zsasz to finally come out of Hyunwoo’s mansion. His clothes are clean, the white ASOS sweater left unstained, but his hands are tinted pink and give you a clue of what he got done doing.

He opens the car door and slips into the driver seat. Victor drops del Rey’s key onto your lap and starts the car.

“Y’know, if we’re gonna be Gotham’s new dynamic duo, you’re gonna have to stop bossing me around,” he sounds cheerful, giddy, as he speaks. Like a suburban husband talking to his housewife.

You press your forehead against the window. “We’re not a damn team. And don’t you belong to somebody else? What was his name? Roman See-ah-nis, or something?”

Victor freezes.

“Then Harley Quinn blew his ass up, right?” You look at him.

For the first time, you see pain in his eyes. His eyebrows scrunch up and his eyes go big— like a puppy dog. You struck a nerve. Good.

“Don’t say his name,” he orders.

“Don’t break into my apartment,” you counter.

His face shifts into that of anger. Unhinged anger. “I do whatever the fuck I want. Do you hear me? You don’t tell me what to do. If I want to break into your ugly ass apartment, I will. If I want to kill a man, I will. You are not in control. I don’t need you. You need me—”

He’s cut off when the bolt of a crossbow stabs into the front window of his car.

[birdantlers]

What’s your favorite bird, which layer mode do you use for shading the most, what first got you interested in drawing?

Scarlet macaws have been my favorite animal since I was 7

Multiply

I honestly can't remember-- that was before I even knew how to write my name lmao but it's so ingrained into my brain bc of that that the thought of blindness or paralysis terrifies me