#hopefully ill draw something else soon

[xx-just-a-demon-xx]

get out of my head

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[crushedsweets]

are tim and toby ever nice to each other :(

This made me realize I’m really lacking on proxy bonding (besides Kate and Toby) cuz I don’t want people to think they’re ALL just misery and fighting. They just show affection in more subtle ways. SO I WILL BE UPPING MY TIM/TOBY/BRIAN/KATE JOYFUL ANTICS SOON. In the meantime . I have a few old drawings of them being happy and messing around .

said it in a few text posts BUT tim taught Toby to drive and taught Toby a lot of car stuff, which is Very important cuz toby ends up becoming a mechanic in my AU . I think they do a lot of stuff like that together - tim and Brian teaching Toby a lot of stuff his dad failed to teach him, and I think they also have a better grasp on like… gender? Like Toby’s dad was really cruel to his family about gender roles, especially toby “being a pussy” and “needing to man up” and getting pissed if he caught Toby doing any “female chores” for his sister/mom . But then Tim and Brian are teaching him how to garden in the back yard and they’ll buy a box of shitty cheap cookie mix and ask toby to make it cuz they’re tired and half the time when Toby says something sexist (more so smth engrained in him like “I’m not a fucking chick don’t tell me what to do”, not smth out of hatred for women. JUST TO CLARIFY.) they’re like “toby what are you talking about” . So having like actually masculine role models who, ILL ADMIT IT HERE THEY ARENT GREAT THEYVE KICKED TOBYS ASS (and vice versa, the violence goes both ways), are typically more understanding of his situation, who don’t mock or kick him when he’s down, trust that he’s actually strong enough to handle himself, teach him important life skills, pat his back when he needs it, tell him they’re proud of him . etc etc. I think it means a lot to Toby. I like to think he finds himself modeling himself after them, even though he(and everyone else) insists they’re also assholes who think they’re better than the rest . N he really misses them when they ditch Alabama

This was a rlly quick ramble it’s 8am I need to go do my makeup so I’ll hopefully touch on this later cuz I wanna make more happy art with the proxies

[covenofagatha]

Mistakes have been made this afternoon. I have had sake and no food, so fuck it, I'm going to be brave. Agatha/reader, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, degradation, praise, and breeding kink if you are still taking requests.

Of course! And to everyone else who requested a fic, they should hopefully be up soon!

A gala to remember

You're feeling a little neglected by your girlfriend so you take advantage of her unfounded jealousy while at a work event for her

Word count: 2400

Warnings: literally pure filth, semi-public sex, girl penis Agatha, cum, creampie, blowjob, vaginal sex, degradation, praise, breeding kink, I think that's it

There’s not enough appetizers at the fancy annual gala for the company your girlfriend works at to make you stop being mad at said girlfriend. 

That doesn’t mean you’re not going to try though. 

You’re on your second shrimp cocktail when Agatha comes over to where you’re standing and tightly grabs your arm. 

“Come over here. And put that down,” she hisses in your ear and drags you across the room. You yank your elbow out of her grasp and deliberately pretend that you don’t see her scowl at you. 

It has been a week since the two of you have had sex. You can’t blame Agatha, work for her is really busy this time of the year, but she has come home late every single night since Monday and you’ve barely seen her. 

She had been promising all week that on Friday night – tonight – she would be home early and the two of you would make up for lost time. You had even gone out and bought some new lingerie. You missed the feeling of Agatha’s cock inside you and you couldn’t wait for the end of the week. 

Until Thursday morning, before she had rushed out of the house, she had told you that she was expected at the company’s gala the next night and she wanted you to come with her. 

Normally, you wouldn’t mind attending a work event with your girlfriend, but a lot of feelings had become pent up over the week and there was also the fact that she had given you a day’s notice on cancelling the plans she had made. 

So yeah, you were being a bit of a brat. 

And Agatha was fully aware of that, and wasn’t having any of it. 

“You need to behave,” she whispers before the two of you approach a group of co-workers. 

“Or what?” You scoff sardonically. “Not going to fuck me for another week?” 

“Watch me,” she shoots back. And then she plasters on a fake smile. “Hey, guys, this is my girlfriend, y/n.” She introduces you to everyone, three men and two women. You politely shake their hands, barely even looking at them, until you get to the last woman, Rio. 

She’s a little younger than Agatha, her pale skin contrasts beautifully with her golden-brown eyes. She’s wearing a perfectly tailored suit, like Agatha, and there’s something about her intense energy that seems to draw you in. 

Speaking of Agatha, she must notice how you’re staring at Rio because she clears her throat and wraps an arm around your waist. 

“Oh, that reminds us, Agatha,” one of the men booms. They’ve been talking about something for the past few minutes but you’ve been zoning out, bored almost to tears. “We need to borrow you for a few seconds upstairs. There’s a contract we need you to look over.” 

Agatha squeezes your waist and you shoot her a pleading look but she’s already leaving with two of the guys. The group disbands and you awkwardly go find an empty table to stand at and eat more shrimp.

Great. Now you’re mad, miserable, and alone. 

Except, maybe not all alone. 

Rio saunters up to the table, holding two glasses of champagne. She hands one to you and silently toasts. You take a sip. 

“Big fan of these parties?” You ask, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that has settled over your table. She shrugs noncommittally.

 “They’re good for the company,” she says. “I don’t particularly enjoy parties.” 

You raise your glass to that. “Join the club. I’m only here because Agatha made me.” Maybe you shouldn’t be speaking ill of your girlfriend to her co-worker but you kind of want to vent to someone. 

Rio rests her head on her elbows and her eyes widen. “Agatha Harkness’s girlfriend. What is that like? Is she as much of a boss in the bedroom as she is in the office? Or is she one of those powerful people who submits completely?”

Images and memories of Agatha in the bedroom flit through your mind (she is definitely not the latter) and you choke on your drink, sending you into a coughing fit. Rio chuckles knowingly.

“That’s an interesting question to ask someone you just meant,” you say once you’re finally able to breathe again, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, I’m an interesting person,” she retorts with a smirk. You nod in agreement and laugh. 

And that’s when you feel a hand on your lower back and a presence right behind you. You whirl around, afraid it’s some old man, but it’s your girlfriend. 

“Agatha!” Rio exclaims with delight. “What a coincidence. We were just talking about you.”

“Excuse us,” Agatha says rudely and grabs your hand to drag you up the stairs of the event center. 

You roll your eyes exasperatedly. “What, Agatha?”  

She doesn’t say anything until you’re past the top of the stairs and she spins you around and shoves you against one of the pillars. You wince at the cold marble on your cheek but you’re quickly distracted by the feeling of Agatha’s body against your back. 

Particularly, her semi-hardened cock. 

“Were you seriously flirting with Rio Vidal?” She taunts right into your ear. “Was that some pathetic play to get me to notice you?”

You want to tell her that no, of course not, you weren’t even flirting and the only reason Rio had come over was because Agatha had left you all alone, but you don’t do any of that. Instead you wiggle your ass against her, enjoying her sharp intake of breath, and ask, “Did it work?” 

She growls and flips you around, forearm coming up to your throat. “Listen to me, little girl,” she says threateningly. “You are mine.” 

“Oh, am I?” You simper innocently. “I must’ve forgotten in the past week while you’ve been too tired to show me.” 

Her eyes flash with something dangerous. “Get on your knees.” 

It makes you falter. “What?” You look around the two of you. There’s no one up on the second floor right now, but Agatha and her co-workers had just been up here a second ago so who’s to say that won’t happen again? You aren’t exactly hidden from view from the people on the ground floor either. 

“Did I stutter?” 

Despite your reservations, you can feel how wet you’re getting and how much you’ve missed having Agatha like this. So you hike up your floor-length gown and slowly drop down to the floor. The tile hurts but you don’t care. 

You reach up to unzip Agatha’s pants and pull her cock out. The tip is already red and leaking with precum and you gasp at the sight, feeling an ache start to grow inside you. 

“Better go fast before someone catches you,” she says, weaving her hand through your hair. You’d like to remind her that if you get caught, she’ll be the one who gets in the most trouble, but she’s right. There isn’t time for that. 

You drag your tongue up the bottom of her cock and swirl it around the tip, getting immense pleasure when she lets out a small groan. You’ve almost forgotten how good she tastes. 

“God, you’re such a good slut for me,” she says. She collects your hair in a pony-tail as you start to bob your head up and down her dick. You can feel it twitch in your mouth and you tease the vein along the side which makes her hips jump. 

You swallow around her and try to push yourself further down. When you get close to gagging, you come back to lick at her tip while your hand strokes your saliva up and down the rest of her cock. 

“You look so fucking pretty with your mouth stretched around me,” Agatha groans. “Fuck, baby, can I use your mouth?”

You nod eagerly, peering up at her through your eyelids. Something about her using you like a toy really gets to you. 

And then you open your mouth wide and let her fuck her cock into you. You really hope the wet sounds you’re hearing are not as loud for everyone else. 

The need to breathe is burning in your lungs and your eyes are tearing up, but you can tell Agatha is close to cumming based on the tightening grip in your hair, the blissed expression on her face, and the way her cock is stuttering on your tongue. You want her to cum all over your face when she suddenly stops and pulls out of you. Air rushes into you and you cough weakly. 

“What?” You ask, a little disappointed. Without answering, she pulls you off your knees and pushes you back against another wall. She parts your dress at the slit and slides a hand through it to cup you over your underwear, smirking triumphantly when she finds you soaked. 

“God, sucking me off where anyone could see like a whore really does it for you, doesn’t it?” She taunts. “So pathetic, baby. So needy. You want me to fuck you so badly, don’t you? That’s why you’ve been such a brat this whole night, right? You want my attention, my cock in you so bad that this is how you’re acting?” 

Embarrassment colors your cheeks but you hold your head high. Nothing she said was false. “What are you going to do about it?” 

She scoffs and smirks. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to remind you who you belong to, because apparently a little slut like you needs a constant reminder.” She directs you to hike your dress up and she slides your underwear to the side. She positions one of your legs over her hip and without preamble, she thrusts her cock all the way into you. Your head falls back against the wall with a loud moan. 

Agatha clamps her hand over your mouth and stays still. She is filling you up so perfectly, even if it’s been a week since you’ve taken her. The delicious stretch is exactly what you’ve been missing. 

“Please, Aggie,” you whimper and she starts to move, hitting your special spot every time. “Feels so good.” 

“God, you’re taking my cock so well,” she grunts, picking up her pace. Your mouth falls open but no noise comes out. “It’s like you were made for me. So perfect, angel. Such a good girl.” You nod your head and roll your hips with every one of her thrusts. 

“Agatha, oh my god,” you moan, feeling her nails dig into your hips through her dress. You know that she’s close, can feel her throbbing inside you, and you’re not too far behind. 

“Such a desperate slut,” she croons. If there’s one thing about Agatha you love, it’s how quickly and effortlessly she can go from praise to degradation and back. “Needing me so bad, making me fuck you at my work event because a whore like you wants to be filled. Where anyone could walk up here and see how desperate you are for me. I want them to see what a whore I make you into. Especially Rio. Want her to know who you belong to. Fuck, sweetheart. Want me to fill you up, baby?” 

The thought of her spilling her cum inside you makes you clench even more around her cock. You absolutely love the feeling: the warmth, the way it feels leaking out of you, the times Agatha would eat you out after and taste the mix of your wetness with her cum and then kiss you so you could taste it too. 

“Yes, please, Aggie, fill me up, breed me,” you whine, whispering the two words that the both of you only use on special occasions. 

It has the intended effect because a feral look settles in Agatha’s eyes and she fucks into you with renewed vigor, hands gripping you so hard you think you’ll have bruises tomorrow. 

Or at least you hope. 

“Gonna breed you, baby, gonna fill you up with my cum,” she pants, the effort getting to her a little. “Cum all over my cock like the perfect slut that you are.” 

You take a hand off her shoulder to reach down and rub your clit and that little extra spark of pleasure sends you orgasming all over Agatha’s cock. Her hips splutter and she lets out a long sigh before you feel her twitch inside you and then a spurt of warmth fills you. You moan at the feeling, almost cumming again.

She stays in you until she softens and the second she pulls out, she wipes her cock all over your pussy to clean herself off, smearing the mess all over you, and tugs your lacy underwear back into place. You bite your lip at the feeling of her cum dripping out of you and when you take a shaky step towards her, you can feel how drenched your panties are, coated with a mixture of the two of you. 

And now you have to spend the rest of the night like that. 

“I promise I’ll clean you off when we get home,” Agatha says, teasing smirk telling you that her tongue will definitely be involved. You clench around nothing at her words and the images they bring, and you can feel more of her cum ooze out. You’re able to tell that some of it is on your inner thighs and you really hope it’s not visible through the dress. Or on the dress. 

But you don’t have time to worry about that. Agatha kisses you softly and pulls you in for a hug. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t made time for you this week,” she murmurs. “I’m all yours this weekend, I swear on my life. I told the guys earlier that if they had a problem, they’d have to figure it out themselves or wait until Monday.” 

You tighten your arms around her, feeling suddenly giddy. “Thank you, baby.”

Agatha reluctantly steps away after a few more moments of holding you close and you miss her body against yours. “Shall we rejoin society?” 

You pretend to think about it for a second until she smiles and then you take her hand. She leads you back down the stairs, her cum still seeping out of you. 

[vibingandsimping]

I always feel so awkward/flustered requesting things, but the bg3 brain rot is so real. Could I ask for specifically Gale’s, and/or also anyone else of your choice (if you want obvs), like reaction to a virgin!Tav, like never had more than a peck on the hand or cheek inexperienced? I’m just absolutely feral over a shy, never been kissed Tav and companions~~~

Tav is just like me, fr. I appreciate you pushing your comfort zone and asking. Never feel ashamed to request something on my blog. <3

I liked this idea so will count it towards my second follower goal special. Funny how both of them ended up being Gale requests, honestly. Attempted to keep it gender neutral.

Word count: Around 2,000

Forewarnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, partial loss of virginity, oral (receiving), undergarment stealing, porn with little plot.

Gale, himself, had been quite inexperienced before Mystra. He just had himself so deeply rooted in his books and studies he thought the time was… wasted. It wasn’t that he couldn’t seek a partner, no, he just didn’t fare the effort. Mystra sought him out and how in the hells could he turn a literal goddess down? That relationship burned and crashed. Honestly, he was thankful for it now. He met you. You struck him like no other. You were more than Mystra. So when feelings reciprocated? Gale was elated.

He judged on your nerve that you either found him stunning, or, you lacked experience. He thought the latter. Whenever he held your hand and gazed into your eyes you seemed to shake. It was cute. His palm cupping your cheek and you’d flush so deeply he’d fear you suddenly fell ill. Often times, you’d break it off before things escalated beyond a hand holding or a gentlemanly kiss. Gale didn’t take to it harshly, at first. He yearned for your skin, your lips, your touch. He tried to make that clear in his language. Hands reaching for you more often, bodies closing the distance. He’d never push too far, though. Gale’s shame would be immense if he scared you.

Some gentle probing finally pulled some truth from you, one evening. You were a virgin. Never even having been kissed before. He wasn’t sure whether to comfort you or take a primal hunger in the idea of being your first. Lips and body, hopefully. He brushed it off initially, saying that he’d tend to your needs when you were ready. His words lingering in the air as he made it apparent that he craved you. Lusted and loved, in every sense. You nearly combusted and stammered. Gods, you were going to be his ruin. Mystra, forgive him but he believed you more enchanting than she ever was.

The first time he tasted your lips was under the guise of moonlight. Northern lights dancing in the sky as the moment you shared tender. You relaxed in the privacy and comfort of him. He bore his heart to you that night. Explaining his fears- his worries and his longing. It was shocking to see you make the first move, your hand cupping his face this time. You drew him in and he closed the distance. He swore he was flying when he pressed against the plush of your lips. Moving in and out, feeling the breath of each other dance along skin. His hand reached out and rested on your knee. You covered it with your own, grasping it in your hold. Fingers interlocked and he took the initiative to deepen the moment. His tongue flicked against your lips and the whimper that followed made him shiver.

As soon as it happened, he pulled away with a pant. Doe-brown eyes searching your expression as his mind raced. “I apologize if I am taking things too far or too fast. Your beauty strikes me and all I wish is for this moment to last an eternity.” You laugh, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Then, you shake your head and draw him in closer. “No, it’s okay. I think i’m ready. I want you, Gale.” His nostrils flare at the words and he steels himself, watching you intently. Nerve trickled in your voice but there was no outward hesitancy in your desires. He sits for a moment and soaks everything in. The satisfaction and sight of you presenting yourself to him. Vulnerable and so willing. He trailed his free hand to your shoulder and gently pushed you onto the grass. Intertwined hand next to your head as he claims your lips once more.

You could only lay and enjoy the sensation he was giving you. His fingers tickling down your shoulder to your chest. He was more than happy to lead you in this dance of pleasure. It would pave a path into many nights where you could enjoy each other. He’d be able to forget what it was like imagining your flesh. His tongue parted your lips and licked at your own tongue. You exhaled a sharp breath through your nostrils, sloppily trying to reciprocate. He smirked a little and continued to guide you as his hand lowered to where your sleep-shirt rested at your hips. His fingers were a little cold from the air as he slipped underneath it to feel your stomach. Gale parted from your lips to your jaw, continuing his love there down to your neck. Arousal from the touch of another was strange- but definitely not unwelcome. Gods, no, it’s so welcome. Your thighs clenched as he kissed over a particularly sensitive spot of your neck. Seemingly noticing your shift, he nibbles and sucks on it. The sensation causes you to gasp and writhe underneath him.

His palm presses flat on your stomach, using his strength to keep you still. Once he finds enough satisfaction after leaving a hickey, his lips trail down to your shoulder. A final kiss is left and he lifts himself to meet your gaze. His lips are wet and a tad swollen as his lids are halved. The sight made your loins tingle. It spoke all lust and admiration. He took such pleasure in watching and feeling you succumb to his touch. He nods downward at you, gesturing to your shirt and you nod in return. With the confirmation, he slips your shirt over your head and soaks the sight of you topless in. You can feel him shake a little as he hovers over your body. He lowers himself and slides downward to plant kisses against your collarbone. They follow to the middle of your ribs until he’s level with your nipples. He looks upwards through his eyebrows as he wraps his lips around one. You keen- arching your back as he suckles while his fingers tend to the neglected.

You hardly notice when his lips meet your lower stomach. Reaching to your pelvis as he slowly works your pants down your legs. You help him by shimmying your hips- and he groans in satisfaction when the skin is revealed. His hands contact your thighs and hold you down while he continues kissing along your pelvis- tickling the undergarments you wore. Your breath hitched and fingers twitched at the grass underneath you. Torn between admiring the sky or him as he worked your body so beautifully. A nibble caught your daze and you whimpered. He parted and cherished in the kisses and little marks he’d left. “Love,” he whispered and you craned your neck to look at him, “It is not too late to stop. I won’t force this upon you.” Admittedly, you paused for a moment and stared at him. Smiling and reaching out, his face was cupped in your hand. “No. I want this.” He visibly perked.

“Then, may I?” His fingers slipped under the waistband and tugged. You nodded with a twinkle of amusement. The cold air on your sensitive flesh made you hiss- but he was quick. Fingers and tongue meeting with little hesitance. You jerked at the sensation and he simply hummed, easing you down. It seemed he waited a moment for you to adjust before working his magic (pun intended). His tongue licked and worked you in circles while his fingers explored the flesh around. Your thighs, your rear- anything he could touch. He was keen to listen to your whimpers and observe your movements. He’d stop when you’d flinch and he’d continue when you moaned. Quite honestly, the coil in your stomach twisted and wound faster than you’d anticipate. He collected the mix of your arousal and his saliva onto his fingers. They circled your entrance and gently prodded, allowing you time to recognize his desire through the haze that was pleasure. It didn’t come easy when he started to push them in- no, you tensed and cried out. Gale continued working your sex while his spare hand caressed your flesh comfortingly. Once he was past the first ring- everything began to slowly ease.

His eyes watched you carefully as he slowly began to explore the inside of you. You were thankful for how patient he was being. Stopping whenever it seemed to overwhelm you and continuing when the stillness became unbearable. It was a few minutes before you could finally find a deeper pleasure in the touch rather than the discomfort or pain. He hummed approvingly against your sensitive parts- and you whined. His fingers were relatively thick but mostly long. They searched inside you until your body writhed as he brushed against a spot that made your eyelids flutter. It was over after that, he didn’t miss a heartbeat adjusting his tune to increasing the intensity of his mouth and tongue while abusing it with his fingers. You couldn’t contain the depraved sounds you made after that. Gripping at whatever you could; settling on his hair with tight white knuckles. Breaths were shallow as everything came to a crescendo and- crashed. It crashed hard. You were a writhing mess under him as a strangled cry cut from your throat.

Gale happily licked and cleaned up any mess you made as he worked you through your orgasm. Thighs clenching and unclenching around his head as he milked you of all you’re worth. He pulled away when the brink of overstimulation set in, wiping at his face with a grin-eating smirk. You lay like a fish out of water, riding the high and twitching with aftershocks. The man curled up beside you and cooed comfortingly in your ear while you recovered. You could feel his erection press into your skin through his robe but he paid no mind. He laid with you for however long until you could breathe and think with some sort of clarity. Recognizing that, he spoke. “Beautiful, truly beautiful. I have craved to see that for ages now. Yet, nothing my imagination could supply would have compared to it.” He laughed softly while you melted at the sound. “Do you need some… erm-“ You gestured towards the mass against your leg. He blinked, looked downward and smiled bashfully. “No,” he claimed and you blinked in shock. “I wore you out thoroughly with that. I will be fine- there are opportunities ahead. It will make it all the sweeter. Besides, I want you to cry my name out next time.” He shushed any rebuttal you had with a kiss. Soft yet passionate- with the aftertaste of you on his lips.

He grabbed your discarded garments and began to wipe the rest of the mess from between your thighs. You flinched and shivered at the touch of the highly-alert flesh. He kissed your ear tenderly to reassure you before curling the fabric into a ball and pocketing it. You gave him a pointed look- questioning. “Keepsake.” He muttered with a blush. A shiver ran down your spine at the perversion of the act. Yet, it made you feel so desired all the same. “Do you need anything? Food or water?” His eagerness to confirm your comfort made your chest swell. You shook your head and claimed you only wanted to relax with him. Gale visibly softened at that, almost awestruck. He assisted you back into your clothing and fixed your sex-messed hair. The night was still after that. Wrapped in his arms as his breath washed over you from the proximity. His fingers danced along your skin and traced unknown shapes. Everything felt as close to perfect as you’ve gotten in… a long while. You knew you couldn’t stay there the entire night. It just felt right to enjoy the rest of the moment with him til you had to return. Return to the madness that was your current life.

For now, you could forget the tadpole. You could forget anything that wasn’t the feeling of his warm body pressed to yours and the afterglow of everything that occurred.

[dp-marvel94]

Real -Chapter 4

Summary:

While hiding from his parents in Gotham, an ill-timed encounter with his neighbor, Jason, has Danny pretending to be his own twin. Fortunately for Danny, the more he pretends the easier it gets. Until he is not pretending at all. Or: Danny names a duplicate and via ghost logic, said duplicate ends up becoming real.

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Note: So... my the chapter count went up from 4 to 6. Blushes sheepishly This story keeps growing beyond my control!

“Jamie.” Danny smiles softly up at his brother.

The other boy grumbles sleepily, slowly drawing his head up from his pillow. “What?”

“You lasted through the night.”

In a blink, Jamie sits up. His mouth falls open, his hands raising to his face. “Still… here?” He stares at his palms like he had never seen them before.

“Yeah buddy.” Danny sits up, grinning. “You’re still here.”

The clone stares disbelievingly for a few more moments. Finally, slowly, a hesitant smile blooms on his face. “Still here.” He stands from the couch, lowering himself to kneel beside Danny on the mattress. “Thank you.” Jamie spreads his arms, hugging the half ghost.

Gladly Danny returns the embrace. “I’m the dummy who forgot I had ectodejcto.” He shakes his head, chuckles more than a hint self-deprecating.

Still…. The chest pressed against his breaths slowly, warmth radiating from it.

He pulls back, fixing hopefully eyes on his twin. “How do you feel? Any different?”

Jamie raises a hand to his chest, brow furrowed in thought. “Kinda. Feel stronger. But…” The boy hesitates.

“But…” Danny gently prods.

“The heartbeat…. Feels different from yours.” The clone rubs fingers over his heart.

“Of course it does.” The older brother smiles encouragingly. “It’s your heart, not mine. That’s your body, completely yours.”

Jamie blinks once, his brow furrowing. “Guess it is.” Still, his hand rubs his chest.

Danny’s own brow furrows, puzzled. He had figured Jamie would be more excited at this development. The two are finally separate! But something is still bothering his twin.

After a pause, Jamie looks up, worried eyes fixing on the hastily wrapped cut on Danny’s bicep. “Is your arm better?”

“Oh yeah.” The half ghost casually turns to look. He pulls up end of the bandaging, peering at the thin scabbed line. “It’s fine.”

His twin’s frown just deepened. “It’s not fine. You got hurt and… and it’s Jamie’s fault.”

“No, it’s not. It’s not your fault.” Danny tries to reassure. “Spectra’s the one who decided to attack you when you were down.”

“And Spectra?” Fear flickers across Jamie’s face. “Where is she?”

“In the thermos.” Danny pulls the device out of the floor where he’d stashed it before going to sleep. “She’s not getting out anytime soon.”

His twin eyes the device. “And you’re planning to bury her in the park…” He bit his lip. “What if she gets out? Or a rogue finds her? One of the Bats? They could get curious.”

“Jamie, Jamie.” The older brother cuts into the anxious ramble. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll keep the thermos on me until I think of something better than burying it. I won’t let anything happen to it. Or to us. I’ll protect both of us.”

Doubt still flickers in the clone’s eyes but… “We’ll be okay?“ Round eyes plead his older brother for reassurance.

“Yes. We’ll be okay. You are going to be okay.” Danny smiles soothingly. “And you’ve finally got your own body! That’s incredible. If we could figure that out, we can figure out anything else that comes our way.”

Jamie finally exhales, tensed shoulders relaxing somewhat. Still, he says nothing about his new stability, just standing with a non-committal hum. He takes a few steps to the kitchen, opening the cupboard to pull out a box of cereal.

“You hungry?” Danny also stands. His lips quirk, pleased with the question.

“Yes.” The clone blinks once, staring at the box. His brow wrinkles. “That’s new.”

Danny laughs at the puzzled look. Still, he does not tease his brother too much. The two eat breakfast, mostly in companionable silence; even with his independent personality truly developed, Jamie is a person of few words.

As he’s cleaning his bowl in the sink, the clone cuts in. “Do you have work today?”

“Ugh. Yes.” Danny groans. Then he blinks, realizing. “I guess you’re staying here today?”

Jamie had visited him at work in the past, before the twins act became real. On their last longest foray apart – from when Danny woke up to when his body forced him to sleep at 36 hours – the clone had hidden away in the nearby library during Danny’s six-hour shift. Most of the time though, Jamie slept, his cold spark nested close to Danny’s own core. But hopefully now, their days of sharing a body are over.

“Yeah.” The other boy nods, pointing to the stack of books they’d picked up at the library. “Gonna try and get through The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks.”

“Have fun.” The older quipped, more than a hint of tease.

The book is a mix of history, biography and biology that Danny himself would never have picked up. But at the library, he had watched as Jamie’s eyes lit up with excitement when spotting it. Oh, how Danny’s brightly own eyes had sparked at that excitement, sharing a measure of his brother’s joy.

Danny prepares for work, phasing the thermos into his side to keep it safe; no way was he leaving it here, alone with his brother. The half ghost dresses. He rides the bus across town. Takes orders, makes coffee, cleans the floor. A typical shift all around until….

Just as he is clocking out, a twinge of his twin’s fear ripples through their ever-present bond.

Danny heart pounds, a surge of panic in response. Is Jamie okay? What’s-

“Hey, Jamie. Danny’s not here?” Jason stands at the door.

The scene blooms in his mind, as clear as the coffee shop’s floor at his feet.

“No. At work.” Jamie’s voice answers.  “He should be clocking out about now though.”

“Alright.” Their neighbor smiles softly. “Do you want to help me surprise him with some cookies?”

“Uh… sure?” The tentative reply.

Jason lets himself in and Danny finally notices through Jamie’s eyes the large canvas bag he holds in either hand.

Through Jamie’s eyes… he must be seeing what his twin is.

“These are gonna be really great.” The man starts. “Not as good as my Gramps’. His start wars just as much as they end them.” He chuckles. “But he did try to teach me.”

The vision ends and Danny is left staring at the peg where he had been hanging his apron. One of his coworkers gives him an odd look and he hurries out of the store and towards the bus stop.

While Danny walks, words from outside himself poke at his core. It’s alright. Wanted to show you what was happening. No need to hurry.

Jamie soothes him and the half ghost gives a shaky sigh of relief. This is new, Jamie being able to sent him images through their bond. And words from so far away? His twin never ceases to surprise him.

Clumsily, Danny tries to reply back. Waiting for the bus. I’ll be home soon.

A mild confusion ripples down the line. Waiting? Home? Didn’t get all that. Need to focus on Jason though. Later.

The half ghost huffs. Well, that wasn’t the most successful. He feels the emotional communication trickle to a stop, his link to Jamie quiet and still.

Soon enough, the bus arrives. Danny rides back. He tries not to anxiously tap his foot, tries not to project that feeling to Jamie. As much as he likes Jason, he can’t help but share his brother’s worry. This is Jamie’s first time interacting with Jason by himself. And he still doesn’t know what he’ll do if the truth about his twin’s origin comes out to their neighbor.

Danny gets off the bus. He walks the few blocks back to their apartment, nervousness swirling in his gut all the while.

But as he approaches the door, hearing Jamie laugh at something Jason said, the familiar ease he’s started to feel with the neighbor slides right into place.

“Hey Jason.” Danny opens the door, giving the man a cheery wave. “Are the cookies ready?”

“What cookies?” Jason asks, innocently stepping in front of the oven.

“The one’s your Gramps makes,” The boy raises an eyebrow. “That apparently start and end wars.”

“How do you know about that?” The neighbor blinks once, raising his own eyebrow teasingly.

“Twin telepathy.” Danny grins cheekily.

Jason laughs. Then… he pauses a look a realization flickering across his face. “You’re not kidding, are you? Is that you two’s meta ability?”

A flash of panic. The older brother trades a look with the younger who just shrugs. “Yeah. We’ve got this… empathic bond, I guess. It’s feelings most of the time.”

“But can be words or pictures.” Jamie adds.

Jason nods in understanding. But he doesn’t press, doesn’t ask anymore questions. The three eat cookies and talk about the book Jamie picked out at the library.

As he’s leaving, the neighbor eyes the bandage on Danny’s shoulder. “What happened there?”

“I wasn’t watching where I was going running to catch the bus yesterday and run into a light post.” The boy shrugs, casual with the lie.

For a second, a dubious look crosses Jason’s face. Then a flicker of worry. “How’d it manage to scratch you? I hope you’re up on your tetanus shot.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Danny brushes him off. “I’m up to date.”

Still, Jason looks dubious. And yet still, he does not press.

At the same time, Jamie pales, trying to his best to hide the significant look he’s giving Danny.

Danny’s head tilts, brow furrowing as Jason leaves. The door closes. A second passes, two, ten. Then…

“Jason is the Red Hood.” Jamie blurts out.

The proclamation feels like a blow to the head. “What?!” In the next second, Danny slams hands over his mouth, trying to muffle the shout. “What? How? Are you sure?”

The clone nods vigorously. “Sure. He noticed this ankle isn’t twisted.” He flexes the previously injured joint. “Tried to look like he didn’t, like he wasn’t surprised. But saw that he was.”

“Okay.” Danny takes a breath, trying to calm the flash of panic.  “That doesn’t necessarily mean anything.”

But…. The way Jason asked about the cut on his arm, the way he reacted to the answer was strange and…

“Jason’s death aura….” Jamie cuts in. “It feels the same as Hood’s.”

The older boy’s protesting mouth snaps shut. “It… does.” He feels very foolish right now. “How… how didn’t I notice?”

His twin frowns biting his lip. “It was stronger yesterday when he was fighting.” He raises his hands to his head, tugging at his hair. “Why would we think our normal neighbor’s a vigilante?”

That is a fair point. He has had no reason to suspect before now. Except Jason always disappeared to work during rogue attacks. And Damian climbed up the fire escape and threatened to stab him. Is Jason’s family the other Bats?

“He… he saw everything.” Jamie stutters, cutting into Danny’s thoughts. “Spectra and you as Phantom and….” His eyes flicker back to Danny’s bandage. “Spectra’s scratch.” His eyes pop wide, fixing on Danny. “You told him we’re related.”

“Yes. I did.” Now it’s Danny’s turn to bite his lip.

“Does he know about us being ghosts?” And finally, now a jolt of anxiety buzzes from his twin

“He might…” The older half ghost frowns. “We could confront him. If he doesn’t know for sure now, he’ll work it out-“

“No!” Jamie interrupts forcefully. “We can’t… we can’t tell him!”

“Jamie-“

“He might not know.” The clone continues. “But we know his secret. We have the advantage. But… if he knows, he’ll tell the other Bats. And they might kick us out and-”

“Jamie, It’s okay.” Danny places a hand on his twins’. This worryingly sounds like their conversation from last night. “They’re not going to kick us out. Jason likes us. Besides, maybe they can help us, maybe better than the Meta Human Foundation can.” He bits his lip, at the same time guilt pricks at his heart; with everything that happened last night, he forgot to tell Jamie about his talk with Duke.

“That… maybe that’s true. Jason is nice; he cares about us.” The younger boy vigorously shakes his head. “But… but…”

“But what?” Danny gently prods.

Jamie looks down, biting his lip in hesitation.

“I know that you’re scared.” Danny sighs. “I am too. But we can’t do nothing. Either we confront Jason now, or he confronts us. Or knowing my luck, something happens and we don’t have a choice but to tell him. It’s better to do it now, on our terms.” The older boy’s brow furrow in gentle question. “Do you understand?”

“Ye…yes. But… we can’t.” Still, his twin insists. “Just… we can’t.”

“Jamie…” Danny sucks in a breath, feeling annoyance start to clash with his worry. “You can’t keep-“

“I…I can’t.” Jamie interrupts, voice trembling with desperation. “I can’t.”

The older’s eyes widen, any annoyance evaporating at that desperation, at the magnitude of it. It echoes back to just weeks ago, when Jamie plead that the twins having each other was not a lie. When his brother begged to be allowed to exist.

“Not… not ready.” The clone continues. “I’m not… not ready for Jason to know the truth.”

“Okay.” Again, just like that, Danny gives. “Okay.”

After everything — their fight last night, Spectra, Jamie finally gaining his own body – Jamie needs to lead. His twin needs to feel safe, stable, secure.

“We won’t to go talk to him tonight. And I won’t push you until you’re ready.”

Jamie lets out a breath, just a hint of relief. “Thanks.”

“Not be fast.” Danny points, giving his brother a serious, though still kind look. “We’re not putting this off forever. What do you need to be ready to talk to Jason?”

The clone’s frown deepens, shoulders rising. “Don’t… don’t know.”

“Maybe we could practice? I could help you rehearse how you want to explain things.” Danny offers. “Or you could write it down?”

Jamie perks up at that. “Like a letter?”

“Yeah. You could write what you want to tell Jason.”

With a nod, the clone agrees.

The two settle for bed and again, Jamie lasts through the night.

In the morning, the twins head to the corner shop. Danny buys breakfast while Jamie picks out notebooks and pens. The older half ghost goes to work while the younger stays home.

“See you later.” Danny waves, leaving his twin lying on the floor with his new writing supplies.

Stupid letter. The words occasionally echo across his link to Jamie, with twinges of annoyance.

The older half ghost returns home to find the apartment covered with balled up paper.

“It’s too hard.” Jamie groans, sinking his head against one last half-scratched sheet.

“You’ll figure it out.” Danny encourages. He reaches for a piece of paper, unballing it. “Maybe I can help-“

“Not yours.” His twin sits up with a hiss. He swipes the paper out of Danny’s hand.

“Alright.” The older puts his hands up disarmingly.

Danny does not press, despite his worry. Instead… “Let’s make some food. I bet you’re starving. I definitely am.”

“Hungry too.” Jamie agrees with a nod.

The two put on music while cooking. Danny grabs a large pot and a box of pasta from the cabinets, setting the water to boil. Jamie finds the cutting board and knife to cut up carrots for a salad.

Danny hums along to the music, dropping the noodles into the boiling water. A shocked gasp sounds behind him, the clatter of a knife dropping.

“What happened?” Danny turns rapidly, anxious eyes on Jamie.

“It’s fine.” The clone cuts in quickly, covering his finger. “I’m fine.”

“Did you cut yourself?” The older boy steps forward, reaching for the finger suspiciously cradled in Jamie’s left hand.

“I’m fine.” Again, the younger insists.

Still, with Danny’s pleading look, Jamie reluctantly hands over the injured hand. Neon green wells on the middle finger.

Danny frowns. “Let’s get this wrapped up.”

He retrieves a bandage for Jamie, returning to the kitchen to find his twin washing the area before grabbing and holding a paper towel over it.

“Here you go.” The older boy offers the bandage.

Jamie takes it, lifting the paper.

“Is that even a cut?” Danny chuckles to cut the tension, barely catching sight of the tiny break in the skin. He shakes his head amusedly. “We need to keep you away from knives.”

The clone rolls his eyes. “Jamie is fine with knives.”

The older half ghost’s lips twitch into a frown. “You’re doing it again.”

“What?” Jamie’s brow wrinkles, turning back to his cutting board.

“You used first person. ‘I’m fine.’ Then you went back to just saying Jamie.”

“Yeah. So?” The younger boy shrugs, forcibly casual.

“So?” Danny furrows his brow at the question. “Jamie is you, not some…” He waves his hands vaguely, trying to put together the words. “Not some other person other person you’re speaking for. You can use the first person.”

There is a pause. Then… Jamie turns to looks at him, sighing. “It’s not that easy. It’s…it’s...” The clone blows out a breath, shaking his head. “It’s… Jamie is easy, farther away. I.. me is hard. It’s close. It’s… scary.”

Danny’s eyes soft, round with worry. “Why is it scary?”

Before Jamie can answer, the pasta is boiling over and the smoke alarm is going off. The conversation is lost in the bustle of opening the windows and salvaging dinner.

Later when Danny is taking out the trash, he sees Jason in the hall. The two meet eyes and the half ghost knows. Jason knows that he is the ghost boy from that night. Just the subtlest raise of the vigilante’s eyebrow… does Jason know that the twins know about Red Hood as well?

“Danny, here.” Jamie opens the door, holding out a tied-closed shopping bag. “You forgot the bathroom.”

“Oh, thanks.” Danny takes the bag.

A tentative look between his brother and their neighbor. Jamie’s No is audible in his head, despite the clone’s even expression.

With a sigh, the older half ghost walks to the stairs, passed a vaguely questioning looking Jason.

The encounters with the neighbor over the next few days are much the same, an awkward dance of who knows what truth and whether either will speak. Danny debates what he’ll do if Jason finally presses the issue. At the same time, he tries his best to balance the need for action and for patience with his brother.

Another difficult conversation between the brothers and Jamie tentatively agrees to meet with someone from the Meta Human Foundation by the end of the next week. But stubbornly, on the question of confronting Jason…

“Not until the letter is done.” Jamie crosses his arms petulantly.

Over the past several days, Jamie had continued trying to write his letter while Danny was at work. Their trashcan overflows with drafts, ink staining the clone’s fingers.

“You could let me help.” Danny again offers. “What are you trying to figure out how to say?”

“No.” Again, Jamie refuses. “Can do it by myself.”

As proud as he is with the first-person pronoun… The older half ghost sighs. “This isn’t actually about getting the right words, is it?”

The clone averts his eyes, a green blush starting to rise.

“What about talking to Jason is worrying you?” Danny asks, leaning closer. “Is it a ghost thing?” He remembers Jamie’s surprise and guilt when he realized that his original was human and he wasn’t. The clone’s humanity has grown a lot since then, even if he still bleeds green, but… “I don’t care if you’re more ghost than human. And I don’t think Jason will either. With that death aura, I won’t be surprised if he’s a little ghostly himself.”

“No, it’s not that.” Jamie shook his head, biting his lip.

Danny’s brow furrows. “If it’s not a ghost thing bothering you, then…is it a clone thing?”

A long, heavy pause. Jamie’s fingers dig into the couch’s arm rest… and the older half ghost suspects he hit the nail on the head.

“Jamie, listen to me.” The older boy takes in a breath, letting earnestness fill his words. “If Jason has a problem with that, or any of the other Bats, I will personally beat them up for you. You’re my family, no matter what and-“

“No. That’s not it.” Jamie interrupts, hissing through his teeth. “That’s not…” Another hissing breath. “That’s part of it. But Jamie isn’t just some clone. There’s… more. More history. More…” He shakes his head vigorously. “It doesn’t matter.”

Danny blinks. “Of course it matters.”

“No, it doesn’t.” The clone’s arm cross, turning away. “Don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Jamie-“

His brother’s nostrils flare; for just a second, Danny wonders if he actually does see smoke. “Don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. It.”

Danny’s own nostrils flare, wanting to return the sudden anger in kind but…. The image of opening that bathroom door to find Jamie gone hits him. Any response dies in his throat, replaced by a grieved, fearful thickness.

Ever since Jamie stabilized in his own body, they’ve been going in circles. His brother is fearful, closed off to him. And… and Danny doesn’t know what to do. He wishes Jazz was here, that it was safe to call her. She would know to say, how to get the younger boy to open up.

The older half ghost heaves out a breath. Yet another reason they need to talk to Jason. With the Bats help, maybe they can find a way to safely talk to Jazz and Sam and Tucker. A familiar grief pricks him. He misses his friends and sister so much. And… the three don’t even know about his new little brother. That will be an interesting conversation.

Danny rubs his brow, at a loss.

In the meantime, the clone goes back to his paper. More ink stains his fingers, this time green. After a moment, the boy hisses, the paper’s edge raising a bead of ectoplasm on his thumb.

Dutifully, Danny rises for a bandage. Again, he helps his brother apply it.

Again, he wonders. What is he going to do?

Note: Rest assured, the confrontation with Jason is coming very soon! The build up just kept getting longer and longer so I decided to end the chapter here and put that in the next one. I hope you enjoyed!

[cconfusedkat]

(shaking hands, functioning on three iced coffees, not beta read we just die) (LIL BRO TREATING THIS LIKE AO3Anyways yeah i did not read anything i typed here a second time so my wording might Suck Major Kuss)

Hey chat! sorry my holiday depression unfortunately kicked in, i had a ,, relatively decent Eid (cuz i dont celebrate christmas) ...? so i hope everyone had a relatively better holiday than i did… 💦

My friends often tell me i look like my art and i kinda see it. Hooray! Meeting the artist! Except i took matters into my own hands of making my own collage because I Do Not Have Enough Storage Space For Any Other Editing App

Additional shitpost ❤️ the art I've been most proud of are not actually in here, really! I'm mainly proud of the fanart i made for the few smiling critters AU's aaaall the way back feb-march but. I guess the stuff i liked the most i did this year was probably for the one who wilts? Im trying to think of stuff earlier than that. I noticed i definitely had an improvement in art, and i learned i do have a preference of drawing certain ways now too lmao- the fun of art! I hope to improve more in 2025 :-)

Herm,, all jokes aside, im glad people like my art...?? I am not a very Secure artist myself (already taking me five minutes to type that out and consider myself as an artist) so im SHOCKED when people Actually like my things. My doodles. The sometimes rare occasion of real art i put out there. Like! Wow! Thats crazy

Id have to say the same for youtube- im currently at 456 subscribers 🥺❤️ that is huge to me,, i wouldnt have expected me posting for the first time in years on youtube would result to me getting this many subscribers? ? .???

Im very, VERY thankful for the people ive met this year through fandom and generally. Unfortunately—for the past few months—Ive hit a really low stump in my mental health that limits me from talking to people without getting super drained, even on social media i kinda struggle with being active again. I am thankful for the people that continue to stick around and know im the way that i am,, one day ill be mentally stronger and everyone is gonna see my growth as soon as i can ,, Actually leave my own home and hopefully start a new. I didnt really consider that until one of my friends shared its experiences with me and i GENUINELY realized i can run away and get better one day,, there is a light at the end of the tunnel,, there IS,, but not now. Not today. Not in a few months. Itll take me years to heal but 2025 and ongoing years as i get more freedom to do so,,

UHHHH UHHH. ASIDE FROM CHEESY RANTING OF HAVING HOPES FOR THE FUTURE, YAPYAPYAP- i got a drawing tablet (again another thing my friend inspired me for- technically two major things in a row it inspired me for- hope in the future and drawing BWAHAHA-) and uhhh. HmMMOOHHH YEAH I REUNITED MY MEOWMEOWS! HOORA🎊🎊🎊🎊

my 2025 goals are not just improvement in art,, but in hopes of getting a full time job (since my last full time UMM. did NOT work out well! How am i gonna learn to pay my taxes on my own dawg,) and trying to get a place of my own since i missed out on that two years ago (or one? One year ago? I DUNNO..!!!!) , therapy and trying to heal better compared to my terrible stumps of 2022-2024,, i dunno what else but. Maybe working on my social skills at some point 🗿🗿 a far fetched goal is moving out of state completely and also going on testosterone but that is farrrr from now </33

Thank you lot for following and keeping up with my goofiness i gen did not think an animanga nerd with a passion of indie and mascot horror games could reach 510 followers within one year HELPPP thats crazy

On less serious goals though i hope on watching more animes than reading manga in 2025 BWAHAHAGAHSAJD i read manga more and anime is Extremely Rare for me to watch but both jjk and Beastars have all ive been watching as of recent lol- trust i will be such a geek (girl Please that is NAWT something to look forward to) (YES IT IS. HAVE YOU NO WHIMSY?)

[illusioncanthurtme]

What exactly is your version on dib like? I mean, we all know that he’s a creep and a weirdo, but what’s his story? (Also I absolutely love your work, you’re super talented)

SO glad you asked.

In all seriousness, I don't have any set story for him. He's just dib, but in his early 20s. The main difference between him and young dib (besides appearance obviously) is that he's had some emotional development. Keyword: some. People like to use the word maladjusted when talking about dib, and that does apply to my interpretation. He doesnt get out much, and he has some unhealthy behaviors (ahem obsession ahem) But he HAS emotionally matured since being a kid. He's a bit nicer, and he's gotten used to some of the mistreatment/bitterness, and shrugs it off with a smile.

As for a "story," I just like to imagine him in circumstances with the other characters, and ill focus on whatever I find funny or interesting. It's all for fun, I like to Doodle random plots in my head, but I'm not going to do or make anything with them. But here's where my thoughts tend to land most of the time:

He HAS moved out of his dad's place. I initially had him still at home, (because I still live at home, and I tend to project onto characters), but after giving it some thought, I realized that dib with his own place was maybe more believable. I don't think he'd want to be in his dad's shadow. This way he can do his parascience in peace and spread out. SO he lives in a downtown apartment. Gaz is his upstairs neighbor! (this way they still live together, but also not really. They kind of have roomate vibes. They see each other a lot) it is a very small apartment, the kind with a kitchen area, a bathroom, and one room for your living space/bed.

(Random idea I'm toying with that kind of doesn't make sense but also?? Whatever: SOMEHOW- dib built a secret basement under the apartment complex, and you access it by entering a code into the elevator buttons. It's his lab. DONT FUCKING ASK how he managed to DIG A BASEMENT - because I don't fucking know. But with how stupid people are in iz, I'm sure he figured out a way to be discreet or fool people??? Thats where hes got taks ship. He painted it blue)

Uhhhh what else...

I like to imagine 2 potential scenarios, and in both, zim had gone missing for a decade. In one, he comes back. In the other, dib sets out to find him. There is another part to that I'm gonna leave out, because I want to draw something and show you that way. Hopefully I'll draw that soon.

Ok, enough rambling now. If I have more thoughts to add on, maybe I'll reblog and add them.

But THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!! I was so pleasantly surprised to see this. I wasn't expecting to have an opportunity to ramble and I am super thankful, and honestly flattered that you'd be interested :')💞 (and thank you so much!! 🥺)

[9xyzt]

wips occuring

uys i have soooo many drawing ideas um sorry for not really posting finished art i will cook something up soon.. i just get de motivated really quickly when drawing because of wanting everything to be on model or replicating something else and i like lost my artstyle outside of how i like to shade

BUT i made like an entire google doc of drawing ideas and im constantly thinking of more that i need to add so hopefully once i get better at dr artstyle i will drop art ALSO JESUS CHRIST once i can better manage my time w schoolwork i swear ill draw cheren and black art but for now im just trying to draw what appeals to me immediately to make it a little easier SORRYYRY ill also try to reread pokespe bw and um actually continue beyond oras AND FINISH HOMESTUCK BRUH ohh mmy god ive just been waiting for the next voxus but golly ... i got kinda bored i just miss equius. My one true love. Me.

UM ANYWAY sorry for such a lengthy lore update! i should have more time this week but i need to go to bed rn and take melatonin

[raeygina-george]

1, 7, 8, 10, 21 & 25 for the ask game :3

1: What are you reading now?

uhhhhhhhhh i mean currently at this exact moment im rereading this killugon fic (hopefully linked the right one) because. im bored

as for actual books... um..... i read the first 2 books in the chaos walking trilogy so at some point soon ill start actually reading the final one askfhskjds

7: Draw something that makes you happy, don't worry about your art skills!

i sketched hyuna & ivan several days ago and i don't like how they came out at all so i wasn't going to post them BUT the prompt said not to worry about that and it's on my main account so you know what who cares

8: Name something you are looking forward to?

something else im looking forward to is seeing my friends again because i haven't really seen any of them in quite a while but we will hang out soon :D

10: Favorite animal?

dogs... horses... orcas... etc

21: What is something you have been meaning to try?

ive been attempting this messy, painterly style of art for so long but i keep making it CLEAN because i like keeping all my layers separate 😭😭😭😭 one day ill get my shit together (and by shit i mean layers)

25: Talk about something you love?

ummmmmmmmm i love playing card games and shuffling & quite a while ago i learned this cool shuffle called a cascade shuffle & i just recently realized that i can now make it look good consistently so i think im gonna try learning more cool card tricks :D

as for talking about actual card games, a couple months ago me and one of my friends invented a game called Goofy War, which is just war but you can do whatever you want. a non-exhaustive list of the things we've done: capitalism, communism, gay marriage, crusades against the gay marriage, cults, arson, a messenger from god, betrayal, two cards who were sent to hell to go study under Satan and get their powers up, necromancy, a literal genocide, etc

[aliveinacoffin]

request for maybe an all might fic of him neglecting (not paying any attention) to his daughter. And she’s depressed in the inside (but even more after sir night eyes death) but outside she is “happy and cheerful”. But then she just gives up on her looks and behaviour and then someone notices and tells him and then he finally acknowledges her and when he asks what’s wrong she finally snaps at him. (Sorry if this is long)

That's okay! Are you the person who requested the same for the aizawa fic? Your ideas are so good but so sad 🥲 I hope you're not going through a tough time :( also, I was unsure if you wanted it to be in readers pov, but it was already too late when I started, oops T_T

Important To You

Being the daughter of such an important man was already hard, but after he gets deathly ill and the death of his best advisor? Forget about it!

TW: Neglect, parental abuse, depressive episode, mentioned eating problems, bullying, death,

Being the illegitimate and unwanted daughter of Toshinori Yagi wasn't all too bad. He was often times caring and meek, not really knowing how to be a dad to the daughter he never wanted.

But being the daughter of All Might? It was the worst thing in the world.

It made you feel guilty to feel that way. You knew his job was important, he had saved hundreds of lives every day for fucks sake! But he used to always be All Might. He had never been Toshinori, ever.

He used to never be home, always at his agency or out working. He used to just wire you money to let you fend for yourself if he remembered. Sir Night Eye, or as you knew him, Uncle Mirai, has been there from the beginning to make sure you were fed and made sure you were alive and safe every day. Ever since you were little, he would send someone from his agency to pick you up from school or from home to take you to his office.

Ever since your father's accident, his fight with All For One that left him chronically hurt, he had been spending more time at home. But it was all for naught since he just spent time locked away in his room or trying some new healing technique to try and get him back to his prime. He was still just as distant as always, but instead of the distance that separated you, it was the emotional availability.

Currently, you were sitting in your uncle-not-uncle's office doing school work while he typed away at his computer. Apparently, he was working with the Hero Commission for some secret project. Whatever it was, you knew it was serious business. Usually, he'd spill the beans to you, hoping that Hero business would rub off on you to give you more smarts or something like that. But you had never been usually interested in stuff like that, so most of the time, it was a lost cause.

But this time you were extremely interested, but he just wouldn't tell you.

"Please? Why won't you tell me? You know I won't tell anybody else, not like I could anyway." You muttered pitifully, scooting your school desk over to him. It was one he got for you when you were small, and he just continuously upgraded it as you got older. Faded drawings could still be seen, the main one still as bright as ever.

It was a stick figure of you and Mirai holding hands in an office, while All Might was a small figure in the clouds.

Spread out on your desk were math papers. You were a second year in a reasonably priced high school. What? Did you expect the quirkless daughter of the technically quirkless number one hero to go to hero school? Or even a prestigious high school? Hah, in your dreams.

"Because I can't. This is a very important mission. Hopefully, it will be over soon." Mirai said, his stiff form diligently working.

You sighed, hitting your head on your desk. Looking at your homework made your head spin, so you packed it up and pushed your desk to the back of his office. You grabbed the chair from the desk behind him and pulled up to sit next to him.

He immediately glared at you and exited all his open tabs. He called out to you, scolding you. You groaned and got up to face the back of his computer.

Mirai sighed and shook his head, mumbling a thank you as he reopened his work.

You took out your phone to play around on it, and you could feel his harsh gaze on you. You looked up, and half expected that he would tell you to 'smile more' or 'try to be more funny', but that's not what he said at all.

"What have you eaten today?" His voice was stern, almost cold in the way he said it.

You've always been in the middle of the weight class, with nearly childish features you inherited from your father. But you have never been the weight you could've been, always just falling short. Like always.

"Food, I ate today." You mumbled, looking away. Lying wasn't that hard for you. You lied all the time. Yes, I'm fine! Oh, don't worry about me, I'm just not hungry. Yes, my life is great! But when it came to your uncle? There was always a guilt there, like you were committing egregious sins when you lied about your homework or how home was like. The pain and squirming guilt outmatched the grumbling of your empty stomach.

"I asked what you ate today. You need to take better care of your body, you're a growing teenager, you must eat the proper meals to grow." Mirai scolded you, quickly opening an email to send some intern to get you food.

"It just slipped my mind." You shrugged, looking down like a pouting child.

"Then set reminders." He countered, not caring about your sour mood.

Sometime later, Mirio's shining face came in with a hearty meal and a large bottle of water.

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The mood was off, and everyone could tell, and you were no fool to it.

"Why's everyone so tense?" You asked, flinging your backpack at the entryway. Dragging a nearby chair to sit in front of Mirai's desk, taking your usual spot.

"Do you remember the case we're working on?" Mirai asked, green hair mussed and slightly greasy.

"The one you won't tell me about? Yeah." You scooted closer to his desk, leaning over in anticipation.

Today had been shit. There had been a presentation in class about your family history. Of course, you tried to get info from your father, but that ended up being pointless.

"Dad?" Your voice was small, and the knock you landed on your father's bedroom door was smaller.

There was rustling, on the other end. "Yes, hun?" He called out to you, somewhere in the depths of his room. Not bothering to even face you to talk to you.

"I uhm-I have an assignment for class, and I need your help." You said, suddenly feeling embarrassed. You held the paper in your hands, the edges crinkling slightly as your nerves got the best of you.

"Oh? Why don't you ask Mirai, I'm sure he's much better equipped for your school assignments." You could hear the sound of papers hitting a desk, and a feeling of sadness filled you. They were probably lesson plans for that one student at U.A., the one he had been training the past couple of months. He was giving that one random kid more attention than you had gotten from him your whole life.

"Because for this one, I need to ask about my family history. It's about gathering information about my parents and grandparents and so on, it's to show our research skills. It's a summative grade." You explained. A large part of you was in denial, there was no way he'd say no, right?

"W-well-" Suddenly, his thin form peeked out the door, a kind smile on his face. "I'm really busy at the moment, how about later we can go through the closet and try to find some old pictures, huh?" Your father reassured.

"O-oh, okay!" You nodded fervently, trying to hide your disappointment. You went into the apartment living room, and sat down on your couch, pulling out the expectations and requirements for the assignment.

Later never came.

You did the same next day, asking him to help you, and each day was the same. Tomorrow alright? Oh later, is that okay? Each and every time, later never came. Timidly, you asked him why he kept pushing you off, trying to stress just how important this assignment was to your grade.

"Oh! I'm so sorry honey, my side has just been acting up, and I have so much work to do that it must've slipped my mind. I'm so sorry, how about I make it up to you? We'll get ice cream later, how about that?" Your father promised, his two bunny ears bouncing as he bowed slightly as he apologized.

"A-alright, as long as we get my assignment done." You said, trying to sound stern. Your tears threatening to spill out.

Later. Never. Came.

When it came time to present your assignment in front of the whole class, you were humiliated beyond belief and got the worst grade out of the class.

Back to the present, Uncle Mirai sighed and looked over at you from his computer.

"Well, we're finally making a move on them tomorrow. I have been doing extensive research, and I can only strive for the best outcome." Mirai was looking down on you, but you knew he was trying to comfort you.

You had gotten wind of how serious this project was from wandering the halls of the building, seeing how solemn and serious people looked, and overhearing hushed whispers made you somewhat aware of what was happening. But not only that, the look of your uncle's appearance became more and more disheveled the more you saw him, just seeing how overworked he was.

"That's great! I'm sure this will help the agency's notoriety right?" You trusted your uncle's abilities, you knew how strong he was, how smart and capable both he and his team was. You didn't have a shadow of a doubt that he'd be fine. He had to be, after all. You had no one else but him. You didn't have friends, growing up around your uncle and absent father didn't exactly give you the best people skills. Everyone either thought you were weird, or a freak. Especially as a kid when you tried to brag that All Might was your father.

"But he is! All Might is my dad!" You exclaimed, tears filling your eyes as you stomped on the ground.

"Then how come you don't have a cool quirk like him? How come you don't have any pictures of him? How come he never picks you up from school or shows up to school?" The other kids jeered, a small group of other kindergarteners surrounding, you trapping you.

"Because he's busy! My uncle just says I'm a late bloomer!"

"More like a lame loser! Stop lying for attention." You felt a pair of hands shove you to the ground, and the group dispersed.

The rest of your childhood was the same, you gave up around middle school trying to convince people. The bullying just became too much for you. Around that same time, you stopped eating as much, and stopped caring about your appearance, what you wore, and what you did.

Your hair was long and often tangled, the ends light from all the damage done to your hair, your constant eyebags deep and dark, your unhealthy weight from either the lack of food or the lack of proper food. The only reason you even bothered to eat was to make sure you didn't upset your uncle, he was the one to make dentist appointments, hair appointments, and doctors appointments. He was the only one who ever came to important ceremonies for school, sometimes even going to parent-teacher conferences for you, he was the one to hold you after school while you cried, the one always there for you. Your uncle was the only one who even cared about you.

"The justice we will bring will be greater than the fame we will gain." He nodded, piercing yellow eyes boring into you. As if he could read your mind and not the future, he turned fully to you, giving you his full undivided attention.

"I promise it'll all work out in the end, you're a strong and capable girl. Now tell me, did Yagi ever help you with your assignment?" Mirai asked though both of you knew the answer.

You turned away from him, trying to hide the embarrassed tears that came crawling to the surface. "I failed, and now I barely have a C in that class."

He sighed and took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. He groaned and looked at you with annoyed eyes. "I should've known."

That made you giggle.

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"Well, we're finally making a move on them tomorrow."

Today.

After school you immediately raced home, sending a text to Centipeder or Moashi, that you wouldn't need a ride to the office. There was no point anyway, your uncle wasn't there to keep you company.

You remember the first conversation you had with him, a funny misunderstanding that was the first development of your Kind Guardian/Kid relationship.

"I just don't understand." He said from the front of the car one day, unprompted.

"Uhm, what..do you not understand?" You piped up after a beat of silence, confused.

"well, for Sir Nighteye to even acknowledge someone, they must make him at least smile. But I haven't heard you tell even a pun to him, and yet he is very open with you. I am...also confused about the nature of your relationship." Moashi confessed, eyes constantly going back and forth between you and the road.

"O-oh, I'm his niece. And I'm...not very funny, I'm too awkward to try and tell him a joke every day." Your voice was weak and trailed off, embarrassment filling you. But you had told the truth, you struggled to even ask to go to the bathroom, let alone try the daunting task of trying to tell a joke. He hadn't made you do it when you were too young to tie your shoes, why suddenly start now?

"ah, I apologize for my unprofessionalism." He asked, embarrassed himself too.

Since then, you felt a little bit more comfortable around him, even if most days you sat in the back looking out the window.

Still, none of that mattered when you turned on the TV, feeling like a little get as you sat right in front of the screen.

"Oh sweetie, please don't sit so close to the screen, it's bad for your eyes." You could hear your father's voice behind you.

You didn't even bother to pull your attention from the screen when you spoke to him, "You know that's actually not true. Plus, Uncle Mirai has his raid today, and I need to know the result." You quickly surfed through channels, and you jumped when you found the one you needed. A helicopter was circling above an inconspicuous-looking house, absolutely swarmed with heroes.

"That's today? I hope young Midoriya will be okay." Toshinori mumbled, and it made you glare at your TV screen without realizing it. Your emotions were on the fritz, you hadn't eaten since yesterday, hadn't slept, hell you hadn't even drunk water. Too nervous to do anything other than go through the motions of life. Your head hurts, your eyes stung, and you felt like absolute shit, but you needed to know.

You heard your father sit down behind you, but you didn't move an inch to give him a better view.

Then, it began.

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They won.

The heroes won, and they arrested all members of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza. But there were heroes so gravely injured that they needed to be life-lined out, and when they zoomed in on the victims' faces, listing off their names, both you and your estranged father ran to the car to race to the hospital.

Normally, your father was a strict follower of the rules, especially when it came to the laws of the road. But at this moment, the speed limit just didn't exist.

Hell, you guys were pushing a hundred while on your way to the hospital, the ride deathly silent. You were too terrified to speak, and your father remained unreadable to you.

The ride to the hospital was the most unbearable experience of your life.

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You ran ahead of your father, not even helping him get out of the car as you burst into the hospital. Hurridly, you ran up to the receptionist, speedily saying your name and asking for Mirai Sasaki. She pointed you to his secluded room, and you didn't even bother to thank her as you took off at top speed.

It felt like your world was crashing down, your breath coming in short, and panicked. You could barely breathe, barely think, the only thing you could do was run.

Your lungs burned when his room came into sight, a scream was worming its way from your throat, your heart and chest burned absolutely alit with fear.

Some part of your mind registered a green-haired boy and a blonde boy in the room, but it didn't matter as you slammed the door open.

A sob forced its way out your mouth when you opened the door, your eyes clouding with tears when you drank in the sight of your uncle. "Mirai!" That scream tore its way out of you in a voice you couldn't recognize as yourself.

You rushed over to his side, grasping onto the sidebars as if your life depended on it like it was the only thing keeping you here on earth.

The display of his health horrified you. His usually cunning eyes were dull and glazed over. His naked body was filled to the brim with tubes, filling the hole in the middle of his abdomen. His body was weak, the blue veins visible under his thin flesh, covered in sweat as he weakly breathed, his lungs wheezing with the strenuous task of pumping hair into his body. He looked over to you slowly, a small smile tugging across his face as if the mere act of making a minuscule smile drained what little life force he had left. His usually neat hair was mussed up, a sight people rarely saw because his appearance was the second most important thing to him.

He reached a shaking hand to you and placed it gently on yours. It was such a stark difference, the feeling of his cold and weak hand gently resting on your hand, still clenching as hard as you could next to him. Tears were freefalling now, hitting his pale arm and sliding down it. His hand trembled on top of yours, and you hurridly grasped it with both of yours to ease the shaking.

"U-uncle-y-you-" You tried to speak, but snot and tears made it difficult to speak. Your throat was tight, the feeling of thorns and barbed wire made it near impossible to even breathe.

He called out to you, voice soft and small, shushing you in an instant. "Breathe, you must calm down. You're having a panic attack." Mirai's words were shaky, and he tried his best to reassure you, even at a time like this.

"But you're-you're-" You couldn't even finish your sentence, couldn't even think of the word coming to your mind.

Dying.

He was dying.

Your uncle, the man who raised you, the man who made sure you ate every day, who made sure you had clothes, who taught you to tie your shoes, brushed your hair, and had held you on your best and worst days, Mirai Sasaki was dying.

And there was nothing to stop it.

When your father had almost died in his fight with All For One, you had been upset, sure. But Mirai had reassured you that he'd live, he even used his quirk to ease your worries, so you hadn't been as worried. Sure, it was still a deeply traumatizing event and was a hard time for you and your father. But you had Mirai, you always had Mirai.

And now he was leaving you, he was leaving you behind. The man who had replaced your father your whole life was abandoning you, and there was no way to stop it.

"Please, please don't leave me." You cried, finally managing to say words to him.

Mirai's face never faltered from his gentle smile, and his eyes crinkle slightly. "My child, please don't cry. Please don't forget your smile." He looked up at the ceiling and rested his hands on his wheezing chest. Your uncle's body completely relaxed, but he still had a smile on his face.

"When you were born, your father...did not want to keep you. Toshinori wanted to leave you at an orphanage, but I refused. I wanted you, I wanted you so badly I promised to take care of you. So I did. For the first couple of years of your life, I took complete care of you." He wheezed. "But he realized just how precious you were, so he took you back." Mirai mustered up the strength to look at you again, and it was obvious that the smile on his face was fake. "I've regretted that day every day. I should've kept you and raised you on my own. So I made sure to the best of my abilities that you were okay. But, I failed." Now, tears were falling from his eyes.

"Nno, no you didn't-" You started, voice full of panic, but he shushed you.

"Let me finish." He took a deep breath in and continued. "Every day I knew I should've kept you, it pained me to see you in such miserable conditions. Before I realized it, I had grown contempt for Toshinori. I hated seeing you in such a state, but I never wanted you to hate your father, so I just tried to help you in any way I could, and kept my anger to myself. I don't know when, but you had morphed into my own daughter over time. Maybe you always were, I'm unsure. Still, I want you to know one thing. I love you, and I always have. Please, promise me you'll live your life with a smile on your face and a kind heart, don't forget who you are." You gasped, trying to get as much air through the tears and agony.

"I promise, I swear on my life I'll honor your legacy the best I can." At this point, you were practically in the hospital bed with him, hunched over and clawing at his shoulders and hands.

"Remember to take care of yourself, live for me, and grow older than I'll ever be." Mirai shakily reached up to grasp at your face, weakly trying to wipe away your tears.

You closed your eyes, trying to appreciate and memorize his touch. "I pinky promise, I love you so much." Your eyes flew open when his touch disappeared, and your heart broke at the sound of his heart monitor flatlining.

At that moment, when nurses rushed in and your father's weak hands tried to pry you away you felt it.

Everything after that day was a blur.

Your world stopped that day.

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You don't remember how you got home that day, or what you did the rest of that week. Hell, even his funeral was a blur. You didn't go to school, didn't eat, didn't sleep, you didn't even leave your room. You just didn't exist anymore, like you had died with him.

Moashi had tried to contact you, calling and texting you constantly. He wanted to go over the will. His will.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to answer him, or to check your phone, or even to look over to see it.

A week or two or however long into your depressive episode, your father came into your room. He was holding a plate of food and a glass of water, looking just as bad as you.

"I brought you food." Toshinori whispered like you were ready to break at any moment. Maybe you were, or maybe it was too late, and you were already broken, instead, he was being careful of the pieces of your heart that were scattered around.

You didn't even spare him a glance, still staring at the ceiling. "I'm not hungry." You didn't even sound like you, voice rough and damaged. Vocal cords fried from unuse.

"You must eat. You cannot keep living like this. What would Mirai-" Your father started, and you shot up out of your bed.

"Stop. Don't you fucking dare use his name. You have no right to even think of him." You growled, getting up out of your messy bed. You hadn't changed your clothes from that day, your life was slowly slipping away from you, and even doing basic tasks seemed impossible. You knew you smelt, you knew you were a disgusting mess, and you could feel the grime and filth from lack o personal hygiene and care. But you just couldn't.

Your head swam from the sudden movement, your body trying to shut down on you. You felt weak and disorientated, and the constant gnawing hunger pains ate away at you. Your teeth ached, your head and body itched, your body and mind just hurt.

"Do you have any idea how horrible it was to live with you? Oh, sorry, to live by myself? I used to get bullied for trying to tell everyone you were my dad, it got so bad that I stopped talking at one point because every day people were telling me to kill myself. I used to not eat, and did you ever notice? No! Because All Might didn't have a daughter, so he was never home. He was there for every fucking person in Japan but his daughter. There were times when I didn't come home, and you didn't even notice wasn't there. Did you even care if I ate? What I do? You let me fail an assignment because it was just too much of a bother. Who do you think took care of you when you almost died? Where were you all the times I stayed home because I was sick?" Your voice was raw, and your throat burned from the agony of yelling at him. But you didn't care, you didn't even have any tears left to cry. You had nothing left.

"Mirai was always there to kiss my wounds, he came to everything. Ever wondered if I know how to play instruments? What my hobbies are? Mirai did! He encouraged me to pursue what I loved and came to all my plays, and performances, kept every drawing I made him, every craft I did." You fell to the floor, exhausted. You looked up to Toshinori Yagi, the stranger you've lived with for the past sixteen years. He was not your father, he never had been, your real father, the man who loved you unconditionally and wholeheartedly was dead. And he was never coming back.

"I hate you, I wished I had never been born to a man like you. You're not my father, you've never been my father. You should've died instead of him." You spoke your truth, glare downright murderous as you watched the horrified man in front of you. You felt no regret as he started to tear up, clutching his damaged side in pain.

You'd live up to your promises to your father, but you'd also never come to regret the words you uttered to the man who you shared blood with.

Just because you shared blood with someone, that did not automatically make them family.

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Holy shit;;;;; that was 4,538 words. Longest one-shot I ever fucking wrote. My computer is literally slowing down because I wrote this all on Tumblr lmaooo

Kinda don't like the ending, but I had so much fun writing this,,,, THANK YOU SO MUCH WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS, at first I was nervous because 'oh no how tf do I write this' but then it just started FLOWIN gyat dayum.

anyways, little notes incase you were wondering,,

Reader was abandoned by her mom after she was born, and mummy dearest managed to hand her back to toshi before she disappeared,,later she died pretty young, so, unfortunately, kiddo will never meet her. Toshi wanted to leave her because he couldn't deal with a child, but sir felt an instant connection with her and wanted her,,so he really did raise her but toshi saw how cute she was and was just like 'it wont be hard to raise a child right?' how wrong he was,,over time sir started to hate toshi, meaning his room isn't decked out in all might merch and isn't as harsh on deku and mirio when they come around,,if anything, kiddo made him much softer than he is in anime, because he knows what its like to be a dad(tm),, he never took her back because he didn't want her to hate toshi, so he just kept his anger to himself. (meaning he ain't creepy to bubble girl, thinking if anyone did that to his daughter hed fuckin kill them),,in his will, he left the agency to centipder so thats still the same, but he's under strict directions to train reader to one day take over the agency for her own, not caring that shes quirkless. Reader and all might will never make up, and when he dies, she will not feel regret nor sadness over his death, she will silently hate deku from the sidelines, and will be an endeavor fan (ick) ([okay sorry that want little but I love her-])

[bloodsworn-marshal]

Writing Prompt: Fair Word Count: 1619

Changes had begun in earnest in recent months. As peace would preside over all of Eitherys following the Final Days, the realm had begun to install measures in place to ensure prosperity amongst its people and any remaining contempt between they and their neighbors. The realm over wished to draw in a breath of respite at long last. 

No more war. No more loss. No more summonings of the eikons.

What busyness there was to be had came in the shape and form of improving their cities, their laws, the dividing gap between the social classes. Job opportunities arose at every corner. Refugees were able to choose to return to their homelands or find their place without remaining beggars on the street. Little by little, piece by piece, the Sultanate would work together to find the line that make all fair for each and every person.

Pipin, for one, had become a vital piece in terms of keeping the peace between monetarist and loyalist. His bargaining chip came not only with control over their military, but also with his negotiating and connections with the local tribes that was once held sour thanks to old monetarist’s laws. For his blood and sacrifice with keeping the talks at peace, he held much leverage when directing the discussions to a point without contention.

With his help and growing attention amongst the populace, his name had become commonplace on the average citizen’s tongue. For at long last, it would seem things were being pushed in favor of the little people. Lauded and praised, his presence gave rise to welcoming smiles and expressions of gratitude.

But also did it sow the seeds for those who would use his name for their own gains with ill intent…

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One man in particular had begun to take advantage of Pipin Tarupin’s name. In his own visage, presenting himself as the flame general’s true father and kin. Begging for money and pity on the street-side, that his own son had abandoned him. Visiting the Hall of Flames daily to demand audience with said son for his share and acknowledgements. Each time denied or put off for a potential next, with each dismissal giving further fire for the lalafellin man to besmirch Pipin’s name further.

One thing was true: They certainly was his biological father. And nothing more. Was being the key word.

The only thing that man truly desired at this point was taking advantage of his son’s rising fame for his own use, getting coin to further fund his gambling addictions and worse yet—fund latest criminal schemes that Pipin already had a hunch was being performed in the background.

Either way, Pipin was wary to ever meet him in person nor alone without some safeguards in place. Else he’d go off something fierce against the man—he loathed him with every fiber of his being.

He knew he’d have to take care of him someday. Once and for all. And hopefully behind the bars of a gaol cell. In the deepest pits if he were lucky.

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Just one’s luck though. No matter how hard Pipin tried to snuff out the man’s existence from his thoughts, he ended up crawling out regardless. Snaking his way in to a point where a fight would soon be had between the two.

He caught him today giving the same spiel to some passerby’s. But not just anybody of a passerby… but his eternal bonded wife of all person’s. 

Adede stood there talking to him. Clearly looking uncomfortable. His bio father happened to recognize her and was currently trying to win her favor. Give his pity party of woe is me, abandoned by prosperous son who forgot all about him, that he was successful and leaving his kin to rot. The usual rhetoric he gave to others. But specifically did he target Adede, watching her movements, laying his woes on thick.

Pipin was livid upon witnessing it from far, striding right forward to intervene before it got further out of hand. He would be having none of this.

“You are disrupting the peace of the streets yet again.” He warned as he approached, sliding up and putting himself between he and Adede. To the point where the guy could only face Pipin now.

The man groaned and whined about this and that, making excuses, that he had done nothing of the sort… same old same old before eventually walking away with a look of disdain. Pipin made certain that Adede was alright, that nothing happened in particular. To which she assured him all was fine..

…But it was not fine. And it was high time Pipin came to blows with his biological father with a heavy hand.

…

When next the man attempted to be granted meeting with the flame general, Pipin allowed for it promptly. If only to be able to get his hands on him in close quarters, where none would interfere. Not only that, he had given the order for the man to be brought in soon regardless. He was suspected of a new recent criminal investigation.

And this time they had proof.

Minutes passed and soon he was brought to Pipin’s office quarters. Huffing and raving that the soldiers had manhandled him, how dare they treat a citizen as such, so on so forth. Pipin merely gave him a look and told him to be seated. This would not take long.

“Have no mistake. I did not call you in here to listen to your prattling. I’ve heard your sob story enough times as it is. Do not try it with me.” He steepled his hands together, folding his fingers in between one another and resting his chin on the bridge. Not please at all from the looks of it.

“Then what did you call me in for, huh!? And here I thought you were finally going to accept me! Your wife sure appeared accepting, sympathizing even. Have you even told her the full truth, how you left me alone so you could cling on the coattails of another.”

“You dare assume I don’t know the actual truth?” Pipin’s eyes flared, roiling in flame. “How you sold my very name and papers for a bag of coin that wouldn’t last longer than a week’s worth of drink?”

“Don’t act as though I haven’t done the same many times over. I gave you jobs! And if trouble ever happened as it did, you always came crawling back and we’d do the same all over again.”

“Ah yes. The scams you put me up to, hmm?” His eyes were narrowing in at this point. “And you assumed I’d do the same again. Except you sold my everything to the Bloodsands. There was no coming back after that. I would have perished a pitiful death, if not for the luck of the Twelve that I was claimed before that time.”

He’d done him a favor in fact. For if that had never happened, Pipin never would have met Raubahn and bonded as they did. But that would not save him from the fact that he had sold off his son for death.

“But you didn’t!” The man crowed, acting as though it were no big deal. “And in fact, you earned much from the experience! You should be thanking me!”

At this point Pipin looked right ready for murder. Until the man had the gall to switch topics.

“Fine lady you have there, hmm? I cannot wait to meet my soon to be grandchildren. That’s my grandchild she’s got inside of her.”

“There will be no such meeting.” Pipin slammed a fist upon the desk. Glaring daggers at the other. Though Adede was yet to be showing all that much, he must have seen the signs and how she covered her stomach. “That child will have nothing to do with you. Nor will you be around for too much longer.”

“Eh? And what the hells do you mean by that!? I have my rights!”

“The rights that you sold off a long time ago?” Pipin held up a finger at this point and produced a stack of papers. “Well now it is my turn. After repeated defamation of my name and investigation upon your person, we found that you are guilty of extorting large amounts of sum from the populace. Not only that, one of your compatriots squealed on your recent ongoings. Throwing your lot in with a criminal organization wasn’t your most brightest of ideas.”

“How did you—You have no proof—”

“Witnessed by my own men and admitted by those you’ve conned in hopes of a lesser sentence. You’ve been outed.”

The man jumped out of his seat, panicked and rushing for the door. But beyond the door, two troops lie in waiting. Taking him by either arm and lifting him into the air to keep from running.

“Take him away. I have heard enough and will not suffer his face any longer. You will be given a fair trial before ere long, so make sure to write up your next pity act before then.”

“You’ll pay for this! You will be founded for corruption and putting behind bars your own kin for your own gain!!”

His cries would fall on deaf ears however. For today Pipin would be ridded of the one final piece from the past that continuously haunted him. No longer would he have to face him on the streets. And full well did it lighten his heart to know that neither would his family.

They would grow in this new era of peace. And never will they need to worry about where their next meal would come from, nor fear for their lives as he once did.

[b-blushes]

talking about disability stuff

i've not left the house for 2 weeks bc i needed some more 'enforced' rest as things were getting kind of intense emotionally due to how much more unwell i have consistently been feeling for. a while. and also due to starting a new treatment 2 weeks ago so wanting to be the kindest i could to myself while experiencing potential side effects (it has ramped up my headaches and migraines again whilst also not having the intended effect as of yet 🙃 so hoping THAT shakes out soon or it's back to square one and having to do the whole thing over with a different med which. i don't want to. they should invent some treatments that work and don't make you ill in other ways. alas.) but anyway. it didn't fix me D: i wasn't thinking i'd be better™ but i did kind of believe i'd be 'less bad' and physically i am just not, which. AUGH. now i'm feeling very intimidated for my typical schedule of leaving the house once a week for a few hours for various things bc i have *plans* now and i do want to do them but i also really really really really really want to be less ill. and more able. SIGH. it will be fine and the nice things will be nice! and i can do it! i've gotten through harder health stuff! i just really keep trying to do things that will make a positive change and lead to an improvement rather than decline or 'maintaining but at a cost' and i can't work out what the thing might be that achieves this. realising that perhaps that might be the chronic and incurable conditions and disabilities occurring. but i don't WANT it to be hahahaha! :P looking on the bright side though HOWEVER a couple of weeks of not going out *did* help my brain because i did go from a very dire place brain-body combo-wise to 'i can do the week even though i will still have some sicker than normal days'. so it did help! i was just expecting more. but it did something! just got to hold onto that!

kind of at a loss for what else i can try really but i am working on other treatment stuff and i'm trying to get more tests and hopefully another referral who might have more specialised advice. just wish there weren't so many hoops to jump through and it wasn't such a luck of the draw situation as to whether the first person who holds power over referral processes has even heard of the diagnoses i have 😅 But if we're wishing for stuff then i guess instead i will just wish not to be ill 5eva :P we stay silly!!!!!!!!!!!

[kinerxy]

(⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) 24 and 25

24- i just stop drawing and do something else, like play project zomboid, eventually ill want to draw again (hopefully soon!!)

25- There's no FBI here! they can't look for me lol

[leviathan-ghoul]

Creative Intuition // Ghost OC Ficlet

Hello! This will make my first post on this website— on any website in a long while— but it’s just an idea I had late at night and now I’m staying up writing instead of finishing much needed tasks. If y’all want, I can upload a bio for my OC later on. But as of right now, just know that it’s a he/they androgynous fellow named Marcel. <3

Summary: Papa goes to his top creative mind, Marcel, in need of something new and exciting to show off.

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It was late in the night when he had shed the clothes from the day, rank with the sweat of his anxiety. When he’d washed off his corpse paint and combed his hair, glanced at himself in the mirror one final time before the warm grip of his weighted blanket would pull him into a deep sleep.

Late in the night, when he heard a knock at his door. And due to his irritation, he had nearly jumped out of his flesh. Though it was a timid knock, he had been very put off by it. His tranquility collapsed. And in his frustration, he stormed over to the door and flung it open.

Much to his surprise— and regret— the form of his Satanic Pope stood brilliantly before him. His heterochromiac eyes bore into his own, and there was a moment of silence before the figurehead cleared his throat.

“Good evening, uh, Brother Marcel.” Oh, how that voice did not match his gallant appearance. “I hope my sudden intrusion did not find you in an… ill manner.”

“Of course not.” Marcel sighed, lying through his teeth as he bowed his head. He could only pray that this would take a moment, and he could return to his doing absolutely nothing in a moment. “What is it that you need?” He’d sounded too impatient. Oops.

“Well, it’s been made clear to me that the Ghost project is in need of a new face, now that I’ve, uh… ascended to the papacy.”

Oh no. “… I see…” Marcel contained his dread, even though his hopes of a good night’s rest had been crushed. He folded his arms across his chest and listened in well.

“So I thought, since you’ve designed the ghouls’ recent line, that you could perhaps… fashion a new one?” It sounded a lot like a question. A question that Marcel would love to refuse at this time of the night, when everyone in the surrounding halls was asleep— and he should be too.

“… yes, Papa. I can do that.” He made his best attempt to lighten up his voice, soften his hazel eyes and relax his jaw. And at these motions, something had stirred in Papa’s expression. Discontentment was Marcel’s first guess, and he stiffened up again to present as more dignified. Willing. He strode over to his dresser and snatched up the pocket-sized notebook from atop it, and the pen by its side, flicking through the paper to find a blank page.

“Do you have any ideas in mind? Any requirements?” Marcel began. Hopefully this would make it a bit easier, if he already had an idea of what he wanted, rather than starting from scratch. He could picture himself now, spending days on designs and prototypes and having them all rejected because they didn’t fit what Papa would like.

“Well…” he began, “this new album is a lot more focused on the conflict of the modern world. Something with modernization as a… sort of theme.”

Marcel nodded slowly as he wrote, mentally drawing up one blank after another. “… okay. Anything else?”

Papa thought for a moment before shrugging one shoulder. “Not… not particularly. The rest is up to you, really— I’m sure I’ll be happy with anything you come up with, fratello.”

I doubt it.

Marcel bit his lip and set the notebook back down, approaching the doorway once more. “Very well— I’ll get to work on those as soon as possible. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He wasn’t expecting Papa’a firm hand to grasp his shoulder the next second, giving it a light squeeze. “Get some good rest.” Papa had softened his voice as he ducked down slightly to look them in the eyes, “And take good care of yourself, eh?”

Marcel found a look of kindness in those eyes— real care— and couldn’t refuse it. Those haunting, glimmering orbs pleaded them, and the grip on his shoulder tightened ever so slightly.

“I-I will. Thank you, Papa.” And with that, he waited for the man to release him before backing into his room and closing the door, listening for those footsteps to trail away.’

Modernization. Industrialization. The Industrial Revolution. An alternative future. Dystopia— what could’ve been.

These ideas flooded his exhausted brain as he began with a sketch. He stood at his desk, back beginning to ache from his hunched posture and head pounding from the headache that his tensed shoulders had produced.

A gas mask. No— the classic steampunk goggles would fit the ghouls nicely. They would help disguise their features perfectly.

They let his imagination destroy him, venturing deeper into the hours of the night.

It would be well near the witching hour when he’d finally allow themself to rest.

Tfw you lost motivation halfway through. Anyways I didn’t really like how this turned out but oh well… it’s content.

[ribbitdeltarune]

the post like i said. its been 2 days later (maybe a bit more. im a bit late at this point..) But! 14 of november! My birthday !!! :p didnt do anything for myself but i did spend some (more like a ton) time with friends

so ahead will just be rambling . read if u want

Alriiight so. i am. Dead. i dont post very often . Thats bcuz i dont actually have a active online presence when it comes 2 posting lol this is sorta my first time . however i did post a few times on twitter before and got a decent following but that was basically never anyway . Thank you all for (checks notes) 19 followers! That. is a first actually

however i also kinda have 2 apologize since i dont post a lot which makes this account.. uh, semi-inactive? shrug. as i did mention before in a prev post i am holding back a lotta stuff that i havent posted yet . oops! i personally dont like posting irl photos because 1) i am actually dogwater at taking photos, 3) my camera quality sucks and 2) i dont actually draw on A4 paper very often or like notebook paper at all lol. (its this small one thats more like a notebook to write stuff down stuff you gotta remember, an agenda or whatever. not like i care i use it to draw anyway. it aint got lines its just full white paper (sometimes colored depending on the one i buy) so its for drawing in my view.) but the bad thing is most drawings i made of ribbit so far are... On Paper.

Now. I can just upload them as is but i dont like doing that . i can also just make them digital drawings but if you think im capable of doing that without immediately doing something else you may be wrong

Speaking of thats mostly why this acc is also semi-inactive . whenever i DO draw digitally im probably also doing another thing at the same time so i get distracted and then get stuck on doing something else completely and forget i have to draw!!! Oopsies. im also bad at executing things (''man im gonna draw ribbit right now'' (doesnt do it) (its also a 50/50 if i actually do it or not)) so thats part of it. do i Think posting and/or drawing ribbit stuff is a chore? Not really. i actually like drawing stuff 4 this fandom and im attached 2 the characters + the mod anyway so its not like im gonna stop This soon . not even a year in yet!

I also have a lot of ideas so i hop between 'em a lot (i have so many animations/animatics in mind but guess who cant animate and also drawing frames take longer than just drawing sighs)... thats why most posts on here is just doodles so far .

to be fair though i have been in a . Uh. I guess fine. Maybe a bit bad headspace as of a few weeks now so i havent really gotten the urge/want to post rn and who knows how long that'll take to go away anyway. thinking of trying 2 get sum stuff finished and then queueing a few posts just so i can get some brainworms out of ma head . and Who Knows if i'll really do that. Future Is Mystery!

Oh and to add i still need to finish or get to like maybe the 5th chapter for a fic im working on rn so theres that too. im still on chapter 4 (progress is fine. i think ill rewrite the dream segment?) and then i will Hopefully get 2 work on chapter 5. god bless being unable to execute things AND to spice it up focus on things (sarcasm)

i am however kinda busy these days. Schoolnstuff. I get in drawing moods a lot (literally everyday bro i dont get burnt out easily or get demotivated that much bc i just finish it eventually anyway) but i need to pass math to pass the year itself so maybe no art posts until thats done. i might post every now and then though. Speaking of posting! Did you know VeeReMia is actually a pun on viremia which is, ''a medical term for viruses present in the bloodstream''. vee came first as part of the instrumental theme, and then maxine added the other syllables. Fun isnt it (i cant stop thinking about it now)

Thanks for reading . I think thats all. Maybe. Shrug.

Also current pfp is placeholder i also need 2 make one BANGS FISTS ON TABLE REPEATEDLY

[nathank77]

7/9/24

9:34 a.m Edited/Added to

So the hearing test I have appearantly excellent hearing yet it appears based on the graphs that it's a little worse than it was last time but not by much. It's frustrating cause I think I'd benefit from them but I don't meet the threshold. He doesn't even want a follow up, I can call if something seems off. I guess my tubes have cleared up which is nice.

My "perception" of hearing was marked as abnormal. That's the fucked part. He kept asking if I had something else in the background that would muffle sound and make it harder to hear. I didn't mention the hallucination bc- if i can hear you clearly, it drowns it out. If you're a room over it takes the person's voice. I didn't want to be labeled as crazy I want my medical files to be free of auditory hallucinations. Also it never steals the voice of someone I can hear clearly. Ever. It only does when the voice is too quiet.

The problem herein lies that until you can't hear anything under 26 decibels you have excellent hearing... and I'm right below the threshold so I'm still considered to have normal hearing despite hearing loss. I'm frustrated but whatever. Maybe in a year I'll call and see. I really wanted hearing aids cause I have to turn everything up louder and it's not due to the hallucination. The hallucination doesn't help.... but it doesn't drown out sound. The voice isn't loud I can just hear it clearly and only when something isn't louder than it. The test speaks for its self compared to last time it got worse. But whatever. Beyond that why do I have to turn up every device I have louder than I used to? Bc I'm right under the threshold. It's really obnoxious.

I got my new heart monitor thing and I put it on, I woke up with my chest feeling itchy af... and a poor skin contact reading. I removed it at 2 in the morning my skin was red and irritated. I'm starting to think I'm not going to be able to participate in the study and therefore I won't ever find out what's wrong with my heart. I mean the er picked up PVCs... so I mean even if it is straight panic attacks something is happening... I got to call cause I took Melatonin and Benadryl after removing the device, it almost took a hour to fall back to sleep and I wasn't going to fully wake myself up calling them. I got to check if there is a rash. Idk what to do. I didn't even sweat.

I planned out a game day today but once again I don't feel like gaming bc of my hallucination. I'm just watching ink master about to call the heart place and see what I can do bc I think I'm at the end of my rope for sensitive skin options.

No luck with dating go figure and I'm overwhelmed trying to find 2 therapists to replace Erin or just one who can see me twice a week... I'm still seeing the pre license but she's 26 and it's off putting working with someone younger than me. It was off putting working with mike and Kristen at first simply bc they are only a few years older than me.

I'm meeting with someone with 25 years of experience soon hopefully it's a good fit.

Anyways I feel really hopeless. I almost want to buy hearing amplifiers but I'm broke af. Really broke. Super broke. I can't afford to buy a 1$ thing of soap at the dollar store, let alone go to the MacBook store for my apple care...if I want to eat this month.

So it's whatever. I got a lot of appointments and shit this week. And I'm thinking about joining a local mentally ill place near me but it's work oriented... that's the problem I just want a place that I can go and paint, color, draw and talk to people without having IOP or something slapped on my record. I need to meet people but I dont need any counts against me on my medical file for being mentally ill, a psych ward hold is enough I would never do anything related to mental health but individual therapy at this point bc it would suggest potentially I can't take care of myself and I lack competency.

I wish hallucinating wasn't ruining my whole gaming experience and my passion..I wish I could meet someone. If I don't game I'm watching ink master all day cause I mean- I deserve a relaxing day I just wish I could enjoy gaming again but you try being immersed when all you hear is happy birthday if there isn't dialogue. It truly ruins everything. Busy work keeps my brain active on whatever task I'm doing and helps me ignore it bc I'm thinking about a lot of stuff.

I'll be busy the rest of the week so I'm hoping I can get motivated to play a game but last time it felt like a chore with the hallucination... a true chore.

Why can't I meet someone? It would be amazing if I had someone to talk to and someone to hang out with once a week. It would make a huge difference. I'd only join prime house to meet someone less crazy than me and find a gf. But it's kinda like going to a bar, you're going to meet Bar flies. At a crazy house, you're going to meet crazies. Not dateable people.