#but it's fine i guess

[lee1504]

her "son"

The first time Jessica Clark looked at the baby swaddled in her arms, she didn't feel anything. Not the pain from the pregnancy that happened ago. Not the usual overwhelming feelings a mother had when she laid her eyes upon her newborn.

Not love.

Daniel Clark stood at her side. His face was blank, too. Their eyes slowly met each others'.

"I wanted a daughter," Jessica said.

+++++

Maybe she was too young when she had her child, the boy, her "son," named Aiden. Was that--he--really hers?

Sometimes she felt guilty, even a bit regretful. She didn't like when the child followed her around, calling her "Mama" and "Mom." She wasn't his parent. She was just someone who gave birth.

She knew Daniel wasn't really happy, either. The child was restless, always moving and making a mess. In their pristine house, she hated when he made messes. Why couldn't the child just stay still? Why couldn't he just...be quiet?

+++++

She and Daniel decided to leave for a week. Just a week, nothing more, nothing less. Maybe if the child learned to live on his own, he could stay while she and her husband went somewhere else. After all, it'd be good for them.

Right?

They left in the middle of the night. The child was still sound asleep in his room.

When they came back, the house was a mess. The toys were strewn everywhere, the child's bed was unmade, and the door was left open.

Why was the child like this?

Why couldn't he just be normal?

Why did she even have him, anyway?

They found him asleep in their bed, eyes closed but streaming with tears.

"Mama...Papa..." he was saying, voice shaking.

Jessica wanted to yell.

She wasn't his mother.

+++++

The child soon turned older in a flash. His eyes were dark, matching his hair.

But one weekend, he came home with his hair bleached and his eyes rust red.

Why couldn't you just be normal? Jessica wanted to scream as he entered. Why couldn't you be like any other kid?

When his eyes met hers, they startled her.

Not just because of the red.

His eyes were empty.

+++++

As he continued growing, Jessica managed to call him by his first name. She got used to it, but sometimes it felt alien in her mouth.

She wanted a daughter, but instead she got a son.

She wanted a normal child, but there seemed to be something wrong with him.

She wanted to leave this house, but she felt the need to stay.

As long as she didn't interact with the child, things would be normal.

After all, he wasn't really hers. Just because she called him her "son," that didn't mean she had to think of him as one.

Right?

[serchingthewinterslight]

Heya! May I please request for a doodle art of Emo Teen Jean Vicquemare? XD

Here's my list of headcanons for him lololol

https://www.tumblr.com/autiezo/745901172830912512/the-idea-of-emo-teen-jean-vicquemare-lives?source=share

Hii, I haven't drawn Jean that much (2 times lol) but I really want to make those doodles, unfortunately I am really busy right now with exams. Once I find the free time I will gladly do it :3

[grimmshood]

i think buying those miniskirts was a good move actually like im kinfa glad i got them bc i like wearing them and feeling cute ig... like i have been thinking abt my gender expression recently and like Allowing myself to do different things now feels better. i do want to expand a little more of my horizons but its not too bad rn. i want to wear them more often. i wish i had more jewelry to mix things up and nicer shirts to wear with them but its ok bc im limited rn but at least im pushing it. it feels like i can be ok more like . I no longer consider myself transmasc and havent for a while but i dont think im cis either.... but losing the discomfort of dressing more "femininely" is nice

[quackerz-creations]

Here we are with feferi homestuck

[acertainmoshke]

Lmao I went to follow @author-a-holmes' wonderful advice and start an Instagram account, since I hate Facebook and am way too verbose for Twitter, and it immediately said my (brand new, in existence for all of 30 seconds) account was suspended and when I put in my info it said they had to "verify my information" and if they couldn't it sounds stay suspended...but now it just seems to work? I haven't posted anything because I still need to figure out how that works for writer stuff on an image based site, but it let me write my bio and search and such

[capitanschampagne]

I smoked thirty cigarettes today, hope it'll give me a lung cancer 🦀🦀🦀🦀

[wolfythewitch]

Henry Clerval and the creature

[willabee]

her favorite spoon

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[blueskittlesart]

Dear Big Brother

kind of a sequel to this comic

[paracosmicessence]

have doodle lol

functionally, i am alive, emotionally?? idk about that work has me crying almost everyday now chat idk if i can do this anymore

[kvtnisseverdeen]

Where is the International protection the Palestinian people is entitled to when the occupying power violates international law and harms those it is obliged to protect. Aren't Palestinians lives worth saving?

-Riyad Mansour (Palestinian representative to the UN)

[mistercesare]

"why, me and my Friend-O here go way back! i ate his tongue and we've been coworkers even since"

[radiance1]

Damian opened the door to his room and walked in, the door slipping shut behind him as his brother jumped down from his shoulders to the floor and smoothly slipping into a stretch before moving over to and jumping onto their bed.

"We're going to be living with father." Damian stated, not that he needed to.

"Mrroow." Was his answer.

Damian frowned, tilting his head to the side a smidge as he walked over to the bed. "Are you not pleased?" He asked, watching as Daniel rolled over onto his back, paws hanging in the air as he huffed. "Father is a great man, it only makes sense that Mother would send us to him one day. I believed you had already expected this."

"Meow."

Damian's frown shifted back to his neutral scowl, before humming in acknowledgement.

"Ah, you are upset that you won't be claiming the inheritance?" Damian snorted, crossing his arms as he looked down at his younger brother. "You lost the battle, dear brother. Naturally, the title of Robin falls to me." He stated, uncrossing his arms and slipping off one of his gloves to flick Danny on the nose.

It was Daniel's turn to snort, before he snagged a finger between his teeth and bite down hard enough to draw blood.

Damian's eyebrows furrowed the slightest bit.

Daniel looked up at him innocently as he licked the wound he made with his tongue.

Damian sighed.

"You're lucky you are rather adorable, little brother." He said, moving his fingers to rub beneath Danny's chin. To which he let out a content purr as Damian's expression settled back to neutrality.

"How do you want me to refer to you?" He asked after a few moments, causing Danny to look up at him curiously from where he was laid out, his brother's hand over his stomach. Damian tilted his head slightly. "Brother-in-arms, or my brother?"

"Miao."

"Pick one, Daniel." Damian stated, pausing the belly rubs to look at his brother before resuming when a paw patted against his wrist lightly. "I am not allowing them to refer to you as a simple pet."

Danny gave him a flat look, before huffing.

Damian hummed.

"You're right," Damian nodded. "Being underestimated would be useful against Father's false children. It would do well to have more cards to pick off our competition." He said slowly, looking into Danny's eyes. "But are you certain? There is a chance they would believe us."

Danny reached up to swat Damian's cheek lightly with his paw, a look equally as flat as the first being sent his way.

"Hm." Alright, Damian would give him this one. "You're right, if even Grandfather and Mother doubts that you truly are my brother, then the chances of Father believing so are low."

Daniel let out a smug purr, happy that Damian saw his way.

Damian let out a sigh.

His brother truly was lucky that he was the most adorable creature Damian had ever laid his eyes upon. Of course, his little brother was undeniably the cutest before his death, yet coming back as a cat (that as far as Mother, Grandfather, and the rest of the League were concerned. Was merely a pit creature that had taken a liking to their heir)?

Well.

Damian wasn't one to complain about his brother's return.

No matter what form he takes.

[decideroffacts]

not active in the wc fandom here but sometimes they say cool shit

[egophiliac]

my neverending quest to draw one single Idia that I don't immediately hate