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â§.*100 follower celebration type thing*.â§
So, to celebrate 100 followers on tumblr, I decided to draw some fanart for people. This community is so sweet. Every one of these artists has inspired me in some way.
I'm really sorry for those I haven't made art for. I may make a part 2 one day for those I missed. Who knows.
This was a really nice way to try out different art styles while mixing them with my own.
Apologies for all the link later on. Want to explain the creative process a bit for those interested cause I put way too much effort into it to not mention.
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@donutfloats
Your arts so cute and soft, I love it. You have a great way of just expressing love through your art.
I was inspired by 2 of your pieces for this, the main one being the 3rd image for this post. The lambs dress is so pretty, I just knew I wanted to draw it flowy and dancing, and the second image I used is this post for the rendering style.
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@aniimoni
I really like your artstyle. The monochrome colours are delightful, as with the way you do lineart. while making this, I was thinking this is the perfect style to meld with mine.
I was inspired a lot by the axe and hammer drawings in this post. As a hammer lover, I decided to combine the 2 together.
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@teruuu
Something about your style is mischevios. Your rendering and lineart are just wonderful as well. You have a very distinctive style that matches mine quite well, i think.
I feel compulsion of the flesh Lamb and Narinder would give each other kisses on the hand but take a bite at the same time. They freaky like that. Based my rendering around this post and the previous draw you character here, I did. These are fun designs to draw.
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@poopylumpkins
I really like your vampire au something about it really spoke to me as a afab non-binary.
Lamb deserves to wear their own clothes and something about narinder helping with their makeup convinces me he'll help out.
if you're curious, i colour picked the background and shading from this post
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@olrinarts
This was a really fun style to draw. Something about how you draw these 2 is delightful. Love yuri narinder's eyes in particular.
Rock god yuri. What more can I say these are really good designs. Showed them to my friend, and they loved them.
Decided to have them dueting, while Narinder can't sing lamb can always pick up that role.
Used this post for the background and shading colours, and this is a kinda basis for the pose.
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@redcrowncafe
Really love you fic and art. I like to see the fic brought to reality through all the comics and art, which has a very pleasing look to the eye.
I have never struggled so much with an art style, fun challenge, but very different to my own.
Wanted to draw their Halloween costumes from this post. Lambert would definitely get too into the vampire costume and bite Nari at some point probably.
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@joffyworld
Just wanna say thank you so much for the reblogs and kind words. It gives me a lot of confidence in my work and is a genuine brightness in my day.
I wasn't sure what to draw you, so I thought I'd just show you a pic of my new one who waits figurine, that arrived recently. Its a little weird, I think an earlier design but cool none the less.
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Regarding Lily's top 20 Pokemon video:
Ok so I've already made a few posts about Lily's God awful video but man do i have a lot to say. So I'm gonna make a bigger post about it.
That being said all her favourites are valid. I have no hate for her favourite Pokemon as everyone is allowed their own opinions. And as I've said every Pokemon is someone's favourite.
I, however, have problem with her jabs at other Pokemon or people who like them.
So....
Number 20: Ampharos
Ok so her reasons for liking Ampharos aren't anything out of the ordinary. It's cute, it's powerful. I honestly love Ampharos too, I used it in Soulsilver and it's pretty strong and available early on.
However, she says she wishes it was as popular as Pikachu. To which I say, keep dreaming Lily. I'm sure it's just a joke though along with that one joke about choosing Chikorita. We all know Totodile is the best.
Number 19: Flygon
And she starts it off by saying that it's the only one that's a valid dragon type. No! No! No! Every other dragon is valid (Yes, Even Alolan Exeggutor)! I support and love Flygon but that doesn't mean it's the only one that's valid!
Then she goes a bit into it's design lores which I appreciate. (Flygon is based on an Antlion but also draws inspiration from dragonflies btw)
Now, my problem with this segment is that she shits on Salamance??? Like, sorry Flygon isn't as popular but how is it Salamance's fault?! Bro just want to fly that's all!
I don't understand this woman's problem. I think she wants her favourite to be everybody else's favourite too. And it isn't as if Flygon is some obscure or forgotten mon, it's actually a pretty beloved Pokemon in the community. People love the whole Trapinch line actually. But I guess she's salty about Flygon not getting a mega. Well a lot of us are but we don't go shitting on other mons and calling them edgy.
Well, I think that would be my thoughts for this segment. Praying for you to get a Mega in Z-A Flygon, you deserve it for being such a good boy.
Number 18: Salazzle
You're never beating the gooner allegations, Lily.
That being said there's nothing worth mentioning in this section. She just says everything she likes about it and mentions she doesn't like how the internet got wierd with it. But who are you kidding, look at her design. They knew exactly what they were doing.
Number 17: Heracross
Nothing to mention here. Valid as hell take, to be honest. I also love female Heracross' heart horn.
Number 16: Cacturne
Ok so the Cacturne section was pretty chill too. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except for her complains about Tim Burton which I have no comments on. I've never watched a Tim Burton movie.
Still I'm surprised how she missed the scarecrow motifs in it's design.
Number 15: Haunter
Ohhh looks like someone is salty about not getting a Gengar!
In this she pretty much complains about how gengar isn't valid and it's design is bad and stuff. We get it Lily nobody wanted to trade with you as a child. We wouldn't want to either. Next!
Number 14: Crawdaunt
Ok so this is where one of my major problems with her start. In this segment she starts shitting on gen 1 designs and saying how GameFreak took gen 1 designs and made them more elegant in gen 3 because they looked edgy.
Like noo? What the hell is your problem with gen 1 designs Lily? Why do you hate them? I think she likes shitting on them because she thinks it makes her sooo different and sooo cool.
A point which she proves by saying how unconventional she is for using Crawdaunt as her physical attacker instead of garchomp or gallade or the fire fighting starters. Ohhh you like using Crawdaunt? Never heard of that one before! You're so cool and different, Lily. Soooo not like other girls!
Number 13: Omastar
What happened, Lily? I thought you hated the edgy gen 1 designs? Yeah, it's okay when you do it but not others? Rules for thee, but not for me, huh?
Number 12: Nidoking
Nothing to note here honestly.
Number 11: Aegislash
And now she's getting salty that it got banned in gen 7 ou blaming it on some pety smogon admin. Like No Lillian not everyone is like you. There are people who take their job of maintaining balance and keeping the game fun seriously. I'm sure you would have done that if you were a smogon admin though.
And then she complains about shinies. Saying how black shinies like Charizard and Mega Gardevoir suck. Well fuck Lily what's your deal with people enjoying shinies.
Also hot take (not really), black shinies are cool as fuck. There's a reason they're so popular and no matter how overrated you think Charizard is, it still has the best shiny among gen 1 starters
Now I think I'll only be covering half in this post because you're only allowed to include ten images apparently.
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Hope this new request finds you well đ
Would you write for Sam or Jared? Do you think they would be super protective of their imprints when they are hurt, sick, pregnant etc? I am missing seeing the cute fluff too and looooonnnngggg! Need to escape my life today with some of my fav wolf pack. You rock boo!
I'll give Sam the man some love today!
HURT: Paul threw the soccer ball into the rocks at the beach, and while you ran to go grab it, Jared accidently shoved you into them, giving you deep gashes in your thigh and leg.
"Ow!" You scream and fall onto the sand.
"Woah! Shit, I'm so sorry!" Jared calls out, stepping closer to you and looking back at Sam.
Sam is running to you. He pushes Jared away. "Move." He growls and then lowers down to you. He softly grabs your leg and sees all of the blood pouring out. "Come here." He tries to stay calm. He lifts you up bridal style.
"Babe, don't be mad at Jared. It was an accid-"
"Shh. I'm taking you to Sue Clearwater. Just relax, baby." He whispers.
He takes you to the clearwater's, and Sue bandages you up. Sam sat beside you the whole time, holding your hand.
"Don't be too hard on, Jared." Sue smiles at Sam.
He just laughs and gives your hand a soft squeeze, letting you know it's going to be hell for him.
After that, you two are at home. The guys are sitting in the kitchen and eating. Sam helps you inside, and you're limping. You make your way to a chair and sit next to Quil. The poor guy side eyes you, not sure on what to say or do.
"Want a bite?" He puts his chicken close to your face.
"Nah. I'm good." You giggle.
"Oh, my boy, Jared." Sam sighs and then grabs his shoulders from behind him.
Jared's eyes widen, and he stops eating. The rest of the guys are laughing.
"No laughing or it's all of you. Rules are, you do NOT step near my lady. If you do, you're my dinner." Sam gives Jared's shoulders a good squeeze.
The laughter stops, and they all look around, trying not to make eye contact and laugh.
That night, while trying to sleep, Sam has a pillow propped under your leg. He's making sure you're comfortable.
He adjusts your pillow. "Is that good?" He looks at you with worry.
"Yes, babe. Thank you." You smile and run your fingers through his hair.
"Is it too cold? Hot?" He asks.
"Mmm. Nope. Just right." You rub his cheek.
"Are you okay to fall asleep?" He lays down beside you. His arm wraps around your waist.
"Yes, I'm okay." You rub his arm.
He presses gentle kisses to your shoulder. "I don't like when you're hurt." He whispers.
SICK:
You close the toilet lid and lay your head on the cold metal. It feels so good against your hot skin. Covid is no fun. Thankfully, Sam can't catch it.
"My love! I made you some chamomile tea." He says from the living room.
You groan in response. You start to get close to falling asleep there. Sam walks in there. He gently rubs your back and lifts you up. You lay your head in his neck but then groan.
"What, honey?" He asks softly.
"You're too hot." You mumble.
"Well, thank you." He jokes.
"Shut up."
He gently lays you down on the couch. He places a small fan next to you. He puts the tea on the coffee table and turns on your favorite comfort movie. He sits on the chair beside the couch, worried he'll keep you too hot. You take a few sips of your tea before falling asleep.
You wake up in the bed next to Sam. He's holding onto you. You're covered in blankets, and you realize you got too cold. You feel pretty good right now, temp wise. A growl in your stomach lets you know you're about to vomit.
Sam wakes up. He touches your shoulder to keep you in place. "You don't have to get up. There's a trash can beside you." He says.
In an instant, you roll over and throw up. He rubs your back and places a small kiss on your shoulder blade.
"Oh, my poor baby." He whispers.
When you're finished, you sip the water next to you. You lay back and realize it's time for him to patrol. You gasp and look at him.
"What?" He asks, panicked.
"You have to patrol." You say weakly.
"Jake's got it." He smiles. "Do you want me to bathe you in the morning?"
You smile in content and nod your head.
"I love you." He says.
"I love you, too." You reply.
PREGNANT:
You grunt as you sit on the couch beside Seth. You smile at him and breathe out. Everyone is around your house, eating and hanging out. Your stomach is about to pop!
"You good?" Seth asks.
"Pretty mid." You laugh. "Want to feel? She's kicking." You touch your stomach.
Seth smiles and gently lays his hand on you. This makes your daughter kick harder. "Ooh! I think she likes me." He chuckles.
"Maybe you're the favorite uncle." Sam says, sitting down with his plate of food.
Seth laughs. "Watch me actually be her favorite."
You sigh as you realize you left your water in the kitchen. You start trying to stand up, pushing yourself up as hard as you can.
"Nuh, uh!" Sam touches your hand and stands up. "Seth, you shouldn't have even let her try." Sam scolds him.
Seth let's out an "uh?" And holds out his hand questioningly. "But you are right there!" He laughs.
"Yeah, but I was eating." Sam replies before walking and getting your water for you.
Embry and Paul start rough housing in the kitchen. You can hear Sam scolding them.
"NOT WITH MY WIFE AND BABY IN HERE!"
You can't help but laugh at them.
#embry call#twilight#jared cameron#jacob black#sam uley#paul lahote#twilight wolfpack#seth clearwater#quil ateara#leah clearwater#sam uley x reader
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If you're up to do a request I got an angsty one. Feel free to pass this with of you're not comfortable;
Swapfell Papyrus and Sans (separately) are in a really solid relationship with s/o. Everything was going great until one day s/o announced they were pregnant!
The skeletons did not believe them, since well s/o is human, and believed they cheated. S/o tried so hard to convince them the baby is theirs but was unsuccessful. Sans and Papyrus left them, heartbroken.
Months later after the relationship is over, Sans and Papyrus randomly came across S/O whom is now sporting a babybones in their arms. Oops turns out S/O was telling the truth and somehow survived the pregnancy!
I love this. And I love you traveler for gracing me with this idea ;)
Featuring: Sans, Cash.
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Sans
By all scientific means this couldn't be possible, you two were different almost completely different rares, and by what he remembered of the old studies of his years of being a scientist, monsters and humans could not breed..
He didn't want to believe it, have you been cheating on him all this time? Were all of your love words fake?
He wasn't mad, he was disappointed, he always thought you deserved better than a pack of bones like him anyways..
He didn't make a scene out of it, simply grabbed his things and moved out. That was it.
He still loved you, dearly, but he couldn't be with someone who cheated on him.
Imagine his surprise when he accidentally bumped into you almost a year later, his sockets going black when he sees you holding a babybones almost identical to him.
You just murmured "excuse me.." and walked away. He stares at seemingly nothing, rethinking his decisions.
Sans goes to Toriel for advice, he needs her words right now.
Lather that day, your phone lit up with a message from Sans, "Can we talk please?".
He understands if you didn't respond, but is happy when you send a "sure. My house?" back.
It doesn't take long for you to hear a knock on the door.
When you open, you see Sans with a bruise on his cheek caused by Undyne.
"So..."
"I'm.. sorry (_____). I-i shouldn't have acted the way I did based on my old studies. I understand if you don't want our relationship to be back, especially after what I did... But.. I'll be here if you ever consider it.."
It's your choice now traveler, will you accept him back?
Cash
Wants to believe in you, but can't. Even after you and his brother saying it's his baby, he just can't.
He was a royal scientist for.. maybe a year? He doesn't remember correctly, but the time he was there he saw some.. "studies" being done in humans, and with his own sockets he believed humans and monsters breeding was impossible.
And knowing himself, he wouldn't really blame you for cheating on a dirty, greedy monster like him.
Yet he still felt betrayed, he placed his trust in you, told you about things he swore never to dig up again, and you repay him by cheating!?
People who passed by him could never imagine he'd spend his nights crying on his mattress while holding things that you gave him.
Even after bumping into you, seeing his own skeleton child in your arms, his ego is way too big to admit he fucked up.
But shit, there's no other skeleton Monsters on the underground and that kid looks just like he did when younger. Fuck.
His first instinct is to go to his brother.
"Berry I fucked up!"
"You Saw (_____)'s Kid Didn't You?"
Berry still stayed in contact with you, pretty secretly but he did, no way in hell he'd miss his nephew/niece growing!
Of course that made it easier for him to help his baby sibling, telling him to go buy your favorite flowers and candy. Oh and some diapers as well just in case.
You're surprised when seeing a pretty well dressed Cash holding flowers and chocolate at your front door, it's not really a sight you'd see every day.
He takes a deep breath, pushing his ego behind and finally apologizing after months.
"So... I just wanted to say I'm sorry I thought ya cheated months ago... I brought your favorites to recompensate you..?"
It took him a lot of effort to let this simple phrase out, please just tell him if you still want him again or not..
#undertale au#undertale#sans au#sans x reader#sans undertale#sans#papyrus#papyrus x reader#papyrus au#swapfell#swapfell papyrus#swapfell papyrus x reader#swapfell purple#swapfell sans#x reader#utmv#utmv au
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Devilish Desires 2/9?
Dangerous Temptations, Irresistible Touch đď¸â¤ď¸âđĽđšđ¤đťđąď¸
Sub!Logan Howlett x Dom!OC (They/Them)
Summary: Logan, typically guarded and dominant, finds himself captivated by E, a mysterious being with a devilish allure and ancient presence that challenges his control.
Context: This story unfolds 'within' the "Days of Future Past" new timeline, during Logan's early years as a history teacher at Xavierâs School. Itâs set well before his consciousness from the original timeline reconnects with him in 2023, as seen at the filmâs end.
Content Warnings (for the whole story): Smut 18+ (Dry humping, Edging, Unprotected p in v.) - Dom!Logan into Sub!Logan - Pet Names (Good boy, pretty boy, pet, pup, amongst others...) reversed age gap (Logan is younger) - OC Notes: Established name, backstory, powers, fighting style, female body but gender fluid character (Logan misgender them at first because he doesn't know, even in the descriptions) - Fluff with Dark Undertones: Emotional tension and possessive affection - Worship Themes: Religious imagery, reverent language and awe - Ancient Mysticism: References to otherworldly or demonic presence - Mental Health: Power dynamics, personal vulnerabilities - Trope: Rivals to lovers. I'm back after 10 years of iatus and fairly new to how things are done on tumblr now, so sorry if I missed any warnings. Also english isn't my first language so there might be typos/weird sentences...
Notes: Got very inspired by sub!Logan and repeated listening of "Between wind and water" by Hael. Cover made with canva from an idea I got from this post. If you know who made the picture, tell me so I can credit them - Click on the divider to find the creator. Also this was meant to be an imagine turned into a full story. Just so you know, some chapters are very short, other are long. I'm in the process of editing/writing/rewriting parts so I'll post a chapter everytime I have one fully edited. Get ready for some push and pull.
Previously: in Devilish Desires
Chapters: 2/9?
Word Count: 5.1K / 30K+ for now
The smell of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, thick and rich. Logan leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his usual black drink steaming beside him. This was his morning ritualâhis quiet moment before the mansion came to life. It was the one part of the day he could claim as his own, a sliver of peace amid the chaos.
Then he heard her before he saw her. The soft click of polished shoes on the tile floor, a subtle shift in the air, and a scent that was both unfamiliar and intoxicating. It unsettled him, that scentâit reminded him of something dangerous, something he couldnât quite place, out of time, ethereal.
E stepped into the kitchen, moving with that effortless grace that always put Logan on edge. Their sharp blue eyes scanned the room before they approached the coffee pot, casual, composed, like they belonged in every space they entered.
Loganâs jaw tightened. He wasnât sure what it was about her that got under his skin. Maybe it was how she moved, like a predatorâsilent, sure, and entirely aware of her surroundings. Or maybe it was the way she didnât acknowledge him with the same apprehension or deference others showed. No fear, no caution. Just⌠presence.
They poured their coffeeâblack, just like hisâand took a long sip, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of their lips as they leaned against the counter opposite him. The air between them thickened. For a second, their eyes met, and Logan felt the weight of her gaze, heavy and searching, like she was peeling back his layers one by one.
He grunted, turning his attention back to his mug, refusing to acknowledge the sudden prickle of heat crawling up his neck. But E didnât need him to say anything. They felt itâthe way his focus shifted, however brieflyâand they drank it in. It was like fuel to them, feeding something deep inside, something dark and hungry.
âYou always this quiet in the mornings?â E finally broke the silence, their voice smooth, too smooth, like they were toying with him, testing boundaries he wasnât ready to acknowledge.
Loganâs grip on his mug tightened. He didnât like how she talked, like she knew something he didnât, like this was a game and she already had the upper hand. âWhen I got nothinâ to say,â he muttered, keeping his eyes trained on the dark liquid in front of him.
E made a soft sound, almost a hum, taking another sip of their coffee. Their eyes never left him, as if they were studying him, waiting for something. âStrange. You strike me as someone with plenty on their mind.â
Loganâs gaze flicked up, his eyes meeting hers for a moment longer than he intended. She was watching him with an intensity that made the back of his neck tingle, amusement dancing in those bright, unflinching blue eyes. âYou donât know me,â he muttered.
âDonât I?â Eâs voice dipped lower, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of something deeper, something more dangerous. They set their cup down, the movement deliberate, controlled, before stepping closer. Too close. Loganâs muscles tensed instinctively, his body coiled, ready, but for some reason, he didnât move. Couldnât move.
âYou donât like people seeing through you, do you, Mr Howlett?â Their voice was soft now, yet sharp enough to cut through the thick air between them. âIt makes you uncomfortable.â
His brows furrowed, the hairs on the back of his neck rising as an old, familiar defense mechanism kicked in. âI donât care what you think you see,â he growled, his voice gravelly, rough.
But Eâs smirk widened, a flicker of something wicked glinting in their eyes. âOh, but I do see plenty and itâs fascinating, really.â They leaned in even more, their voice a low purr, words wrapping around him like a net. âThe way you try so hard to keep that mask up. Makes me wonder⌠what happens when it finally slips?â
Logan swallowed, his pulse quickening despite his best efforts to stay calm. He didnât like this feelingâbeing out of control, the way she so easily slipped under his skin and played with his instincts. But damn if he wasnât drawn in, hooked by something primal, something he hated to admit.
Eâs eyes flicked over him, slowly, deliberately, as though they were savoring the conflict bubbling beneath his surface. âDonât worry,â they whispered, leaning in closer, their breath warm against his ear. âI wonât bite. Not yet, anyway.â
Loganâs jaw clenched, every muscle in his body taut, every instinct telling him to move, to get away. But he stayed rooted to the spot, caught in whatever spell sheâd cast over him. His breath hitchedâbarely noticeable, but E caught it. Of course they did. Their smirk deepened, a silent acknowledgment of their victory.
And just like that, they pulled back, their composure perfectly intact, as if the entire exchange had been nothing more than idle conversation. They picked up their coffee cup, taking one long sip, their eyes never leaving his.
âSee you around, Logan,â they said, voice lilting with amusement as they turned to leave the kitchen.
Logan stood there, fists clenched, heat still simmering beneath his skin. He watched her go, tension radiating through his body as he tried to shake off the lingering effects of her presence. But he knew, deep down, that this wasnât over. He was in deeper than he wanted to beâand he wasnât sure if he could get out.
The sun hung high in the sky, casting warm golden rays over the garden, and for a moment, it almost felt peaceful. Logan jogged down the stone path, his muscles loose from the run, sweat clinging to his skin. The garden wasnât a place he came oftenâtoo many damn flowers. But here, in this quiet stretch of the grounds, he could think. Or rather, try not to think. Fewer people, fewer distractions.
His boots hit the stone in a steady rhythm, the soft whisper of the breeze the only other sound. The air was fresh, almost cool, and he welcomed the solitude. For days now, heâd been trying to shake this nagging tension that had settled between his shoulder blades. It gnawed at him, an itch he couldnât scratch, a restlessness that no amount of running seemed to ease.
As he rounded a corner, his steps faltered. She was there.
Sitting on one of the wrought iron benches, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, a thick leather-bound book resting on her lap. The sun kissed her deep, radiant skin, glinting off the small obsidian bumps above her hairline, and for a moment, it seemed as if the light itself was drawn to her. Loganâs breath hitchedâjust for a second, but enough for her to notice. His senses sharpened, every instinct firing off in a way he couldnât quite control, as if she was a predator waiting, calculating, and heâd just stepped into her line of sight.
She didnât look up. But he knew she felt him. The air shifted around her, just the faintest change in posture. It was subtle, deliberateâthe kind of thing heâd notice in the heat of a hunt. Her fingers turned the page slowly, like she wasnât in a hurry. Like she had all the time in the world. Like she knew he was watching.
Logan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to keep moving. His boots thudded against the ground louder now, as if the noise could drown out the unsettling quiet that coiled between them. He wouldnât get drawn in again. Not today.
But as he passed, they tilted their head just enough to catch him in their peripheral vision. It was barely a glance, but it hit like a shot of whiskey straight to his gut. A shiver crawled down his spine, one he tried and failed to ignore. Against his better judgment, he glanced back. A mistake.
Their eyes met his, sharp and knowing. They didnât smileâthey didnât need to. A flicker of somethingâsatisfaction? amusement?âcrossed their face, gone as quickly as it appeared. But it was enough to make Loganâs pulse quicken, enough to unsettle him.
âYou always in a hurry, Logan?â Their voice slid into the air between them, smooth and teasing, like they already knew the answer. Their eyes had returned to the book, fingers trailing over the page, as though this conversation was just a casual aside to whatever had their attention.
Loganâs jaw clenched. He kept moving, even as something in his guts told him to stop. To engage. âJust trying to get some air,â he muttered, not slowing his stride, not letting her pull him in.
âAir, huh?â Their voice held that same amused lilt, like they were playing a game only they knew the rules to. âFunny, considering how tense you look.â
Damn it.
Logan stopped. He couldnât help it. His muscles tightened under his skin, irritation flaring hot in his chest. He shouldâve kept going, shouldâve ignored her like heâd been trying to do since they first crossed paths. But there was something about the way she spoke, the way she prodded at himâcasually, confidentlyâthat made it impossible to walk away.
He turned slowly, narrowing his eyes at her. âWhatâs your point?â
Their eyes finally lifted from the book, locking onto his with an intensity that made his skin prickle. And there it was againâthat hum in the air, electric, thick with something unsaid. Their gaze wasnât just piercing; it was probing, searching for the crack in his defenses.
âMy pointâŚâ they said softly, closing the book with a soft thud and setting it aside. They stood with deliberate ease, every movement slow, unhurried, as if they knew exactly how much space to take, how close to get without pushing too far. ââŚis that you seem restless. Distracted, even.â
Logan snorted, crossing his arms over his chest like it could shield him from whatever she was about to say next. âYou think too much, sweetheart.â The nickname came out sharp, deliberate, as if he were using it to keep her at arm's length, a verbal wall meant to keep her at bay.
But they ignored it and took a step forward instead, their smile small but dangerous. âMaybe. Or maybe youâre the one thinking too much.â
Another step, and Logan could feel the heat of her presence, the air between them charged with something he hated to admit was getting under his skin. She stopped just shy of invading his personal space, but close enough that the tension between them was palpable, a tight wire stretched too thin.
âYou feel it, donât you?â Their voice dropped lower, softer, like a secret meant only for him. âThat tension⌠the way the air shifts when weâre in the same space.â
Logan swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He hated how right she was. Hated how much he noticed her, how much his body reacted without his permission, as if some primal part of him recognized the threatâand the allureâshe posed.
âI donât feel anything,â he growled, the words rougher than he intended, betraying the lie he was trying to sell. He knew it. Hell, she knew it too.
Their lips curved into a knowing smile, slow and deliberate. âYouâre lying.â
They didnât need to step closer. Didnât need to touch him. Just the way they said it, with that quiet confidence, made Loganâs blood simmer. His fists clenched at his sides, every muscle in his body coiled tight, ready to springâbut he couldnât move. Not yet.
âMaybe one day,â they murmured, their voice dropping to a purr, âyouâll stop fighting it.â Their eyes never left his, watching, waiting for that crack in his armor, for the moment when heâd let something slip. And damn it, they were close. Too close.
Loganâs heart hammered in his chest, his pulse thudding in his ears. He wanted to walk away, to tear himself free of whatever hold she had on him, but his feet wouldnât move. His fists clenched tighter, knuckles white.
âDonât talk like you know me,â he muttered through gritted teeth, almost a growl.
Their smirk widened, just enough to send another shiver down his spine. âOh, Logan,â they whispered, their tone dripping with something dark and sweet. âI know you better than youâd like to think.â
With that, they turned, their movements as smooth and deliberate as ever, leaving Logan standing there, chest tight, blood pounding, the weight of their presence lingering in the air like smoke after a fire.
He stood frozen, his breath coming in ragged pulls, his body still tense with that simmering heat theyâd left behind. It took every ounce of willpower to shake off the feeling, to force himself to move again. But as he walked, the itchâthe pullâtheyâd left behind only grew stronger, gnawing at him with every step.
And deep down, he knew this wouldnât be the last time.
The sound of fists pounding against the heavy bag filled the gym, echoing off the walls, mingling with Loganâs low grunts as each strike landed. Sweat trickled down his back, soaking through his shirt, but he welcomed the burn in his muscles. It was another way to keep his head clearâpushing his body until he couldnât think, couldnât feel anything but the raw force of each hit.
He shifted his stance, throwing another punch, harder this time, letting out a sharp breath. Just as he pulled back for another strike, the gym doors opened, drawing his eye.
There she was again.
Loganâs fists slowed, his attention shifting against his will as she walked in, crossing the room with purpose until she stopped at the bench press. He kept throwing punches at the bag, though his rhythm faltered. She eased under the bar, wrapping her hands around it before lifting a weight that would make most people hesitate, her body moving with a sleek, powerful grace that tugged at something deep in his chest. The bar rose and fell smoothly, muscles straining under her skin but never faltering, her breathing steady and focused.
He wasnât easily impressed, but there was something about the way she movedâso precise, so damn effortlessâthat made him pause.
For a moment, he just watched, his brow furrowing slightly. Most people in the mansion wouldnât touch that kind of weight, but she handled it like it was nothing. A flicker of surprise ran through him. Admiration, even.
He quickly shook it off.
E finished their set, their chest rising and falling as they sat up and wiped the sweat from their brow with the back of their hand. Logan felt the pull before he even realized it, his eyes meeting hers across the gym. Her blue eyes were sharp, sparkling with an intensity that sent a jolt through him. It felt like heâd stepped into her spaceâinvaded itâeven though heâd been there first.
Loganâs jaw tightened, and he forced himself to look away, turning back to the heavy bag. He swung again, his fist connecting with more force than necessary, trying to drown out the sudden spike of heat that had crept up his neck.
But it was too late. Theyâd already sensed it. That brief flicker of admirationâof unspoken curiosityâit rippled through them, feeding that bottomless hunger that simmered just beneath their surface.
Logan could feel it in the air, thick and electric, as if the room itself had shrunk around them. He could sense her gaze lingering on him, watching him, but he refused to meet it. His knuckles slammed into the bag again, harder, trying to force the tension out of his body. But all it did was stoke the fire that had been building for days now, ever since they first locked eyes.
Footsteps padded softly across the gym floor, and Logan cursed under his breath. He didnât have to look to know who it was. She was getting closerâhe could feel the heat of her presence, the way it shifted the air around him, making it harder to focus.
He kept his fists flying, trying to ignore the growing need that tightened in his chest, in his gut, making it damn near impossible to keep his head straight.
âNice form.â Her voice was smooth, that teasing, silk-like tone threading through the space between them. Close enough now that it was impossible to ignore.
Logan didnât respond, didnât stop. His fists continued to pound the bag, but the rhythm had faltered, his focus slipping. He could feel her just behind him, standing too close. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of her sweat, her skin, mingling with his own.
âWhat is it about you that makes you go quiet every time I try to talk to you?,â they continued, circling slowly, casually, as if they werenât even trying to get under his skinâbut they were. Every move they made, every word, was deliberate. And it was working.
Logan finally stopped, his fists lowering as he exhaled sharply, his chest heaving. He still didnât turn around, but he could feel her at his back, her gaze searing into him, making the hairs on his neck stand on end.
âNot in the mood,â he growled, his voice rougher than he intended.
âOh, I think you are.â Their voice dropped deeper, the teasing edge more pronounced now, hinting at the heat pooling in his lower stomach. They stepped closer, just a fraction, but enough for Logan to feel her body heat at his back, enough to make his muscles coil with tension. âYouâve been in the mood for days now. Havenât you?â
Loganâs hands clenched into fists at his sides. Every ounce of reason urged him to move, to put some distance between them, but his feet stayed planted. His instinctsâthe feral part within himâwanted nothing more than to pull her closer. Damn it. Why the hell was it so hard to walk away from her?
âYouâre real sure of yourself, arenât you?â Logan bit out, finally turning to face her. His eyes were hard, but his chest felt tight with something elseâsomething that felt like surrender, even if he wasnât ready to admit it.
They were standing close, too close, their lips quirking into that infuriatingly confident smile. âIâm sure of what I see,â they replied, their gaze flicking briefly to his chest and shoulders, before locking back onto his eyes. âAnd I see a man whoâs barely hanging on by a thread.â
Loganâs breath hitched, his hands flexing at his sides. âYou got no idea whatâs goinâ on in here,â he muttered, tapping his temple with a rough finger.
Their smile widened just a fraction, head tilting as they stepped in closer, their voice dropping to a soft, lingering murmur. âMaybe.â They paused, closing their eyes for a heartbeat before looking back at him, deep satisfaction dancing on their face, as if savoring the richest taste. âBut I can feel this.â Their gaze roamed over him once more, a spark of hunger lighting up their features as their hand roseâslowlyâhovering just above his lower belly, palm not quite touching but close enough to stoke the fire burning in him through his t-shirt. âThat delicious tension building inside you.â The words rolled off their tongue, each one deliberate, dragging out the moment. âThe wantâŚâ Their voice dropped even lower. âThe needâŚâ Tantalizing. âI know exactly what you crave, Logan.â Their eyes locked onto his, piercing and intense, the heat coiling tight in his abdomen until his breath turned shallow.
Logan swallowed hard, knuckles white, his throat suddenly dry. His pulse raced, blood pounding in his ears. He shouldâve pushed her back, shouldâve told her to get lostâbut he didnât. He couldnât. Not when each of her words sent a shiver down his spine, not when the air between them was thick with tension, every inch of space charged with the unspoken need that he was tryingâfailingâto ignore.
âI donât want anything from you,â he growled, but even to his own ears, it sounded hollow. Weak.
They leaned in just a little, their breath ghosting over his jaw. âLiar.â
And with that, E pulled away, their gaze lingering on him for a moment longer before turning back to the bench press. Logan stood there, rooted to the spot, watching them walk away, a noticeable bulge in his sweatpants. His fists were clenched at his side, his jaw tight, throat dry, heart hammering in his chest. Every muscle in his body was taut with the effort of holding himself together. The heat pooling low in his gut and that tension between his shoulder blades were getting worse by the second.
And he knewâdamn it, he knewâthey were right. He was losing control.
Loganâs boots barely made a sound as he moved through the library, the soft thud against the polished floors blending into the quiet. His intention had been simpleâfind Marieâbut that goal dissolved the second he saw her. Seated under the warm glow of a desk lamp, she was surrounded by a stack of documentsâpapers, brown filesâengrossed in whatever work she was doing.
The library, once expansive and peaceful, seemed to shrink in around him. Logan paused mid-step, his gaze lingering on the curve of her neck, tracing the line of her arm, down to the way her fingers moved with precision across the papers. Every gesture felt purposeful, calculatedâyet there was an ease to it, a control that pulled him in.
He knew he should move. Keep walking. Find Marie and get the hell out of here.
But then Eâs eyes met his. Calm, but laced with that flicker of hunger he knew too well. It twisted something deep inside him, tightening his gut, stirring up emotions he wasnât ready to confront, stoking the fire he tried so hard to put down when he saw them. And the smirkâbarely there, just a hint at the corner of their lipsâfelt like theyâd caught him in the act, exposed something he hadnât meant to reveal.
Loganâs jaw clenched, the muscles in his shoulders tensing as he snapped his gaze away. He turned quickly, moving deeper into the rows of shelves, needing space. Needing air.
But even as he tried to put distance between them, he couldnât shake the feelingâthe awareness that her eyes were still on him. It was like she had a direct line to whatever was churning inside him, pulling on it, drawing it out even when he was trying his damn hardest to push it down.
Behind him, E leaned back in their chair, fingers drumming lightly on the wood. That brief exchange had sent a ripple of satisfaction through them, a confirmation of something theyâd suspected. Despite the tough act Logan was putting on, his resolve was breaking, little by little.
And that? That only made the game more interesting.
They returned to their papers, but they werenât really focused. Not fully. They were waiting, ready for the next time his eyes would drift back their way, because they knew it was only a matter of time.
The kitchen was quiet, the soft hum of the fridge filling the space as Logan stepped inside, his eyes scanning the cabinets. It was late, the mansion long since settled into its usual nighttime lull, but for him, sleep still felt a long way off. He reached for an apple on the counter, rolling it between his fingers, the cool skin grounding him for a moment.
Thatâs when he caught itâfamiliar and unmistakable.
Spice wrapped in smoke.
His senses sharpened as he turned slightly, watching E glide into the room, moving around him with a deliberate ease. They flowed effortlessly, brushing against him just enough to send a jolt through his veins, lingering close as they reached for a cup from the shelf, not even looking his way. Each movement was unhurried, a silent dance that seemed to say the world outside could wait as long as they wanted it to.
Loganâs heart raced, the tension thickening in the air. He tried to focus on the apple, but his gaze kept drifting back to her. Finally, she poured steaming water over the tea leaves, the fragrant scent of jasmine lazily curling through the air, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. Their hair, still damp from a recent shower, fell in loose waves over their shoulders, glistening under the soft kitchen light, revealing the smooth, rounded tips of their obsidian horns that rose just above their hairline, looking a tiny bit longer than he remembered.
"Late-night snack?" Their voice, soft yet intimate, broke the stillness, the sound of it sending a faint shiver down his spine, already igniting the flames in him. She hadnât even turned to look at him, but Logan knew she was aware of every move he made.
He grunted, biting into the apple with a sharp crunch. "Somethin' like that."
E stirred their tea, the metal spoon chiming softly against the mug, their attention fixed on the swirling liquid as if it held all the answers. Then they turned to face him, and their eyes met his. For a moment, Logan couldnât look away. There was something unsettlingly perceptive in the way she watched him, as if she could see right through him, past the gruff exterior and down to the parts of himself he kept locked away. His chest tightened in response, and for just a moment, he hated itâhated how easily she could get under his skin without even trying.
"You seem restless." They took a slow sip of their tea, never breaking eye contact, their voice smooth, drawing him in like a riptide.
Logan shrugged, leaning against the counter, trying to shake off the weight of her gaze. "Got a lot on my mind."
They raised an eyebrow, a faint smile teasing the corners of their lips. "I bet you do."
The air between them thickened, heavy with tension that seemed to wrap itself around Logan, holding him in place. He could feel itâthe pull she had on him, like an invisible force drawing him closer even though she hadnât moved a muscle. It gnawed at him, that frustrating desire to pull away while feeling stuck, as if she held onto something deep inside him, a red thread connecting them, so tight she could pull at it whenever she wanted.
E set their cup down and stepped closer. It was subtle, just a shift in their stance, but Logan felt itâthe warmth of her body, the way her presence seemed to fill the room. The soft, floral scent of jasmine with a hint of honey drifted between them, mingling with the heat of their closeness, and Loganâs grip on the apple tightened.
"You ever think about finding a way to⌠relax?" Their voice dropped, soft and teasing, the question hanging in the air like a tempting offer.
Logan narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching. He didnât trust easily, and he sure as hell wasnât about to start now. But the way she said it, the way those words curled around him, made him wonder if she meant every word that escaped her lipsâinnuendos included.
"I relax just fine," he muttered, taking another bite of the apple, though the tension in his voice betrayed him. Even he didnât believe it.
E smiled, stepping even closer now. They leaned against the counter beside him, their fingers brushing the surface near his hand, not touching but close enough that Logan could feel the warmth radiating from her. His pulse quickened, a heat pooling low in his belly as his body betrayed him, reacting to her proximity.
"You keep playin' with fire," Logan warned, his voice rougher than usual, like he was fighting to keep himself together. But the usual edge was missing, softened by the heat building between them, the struggle to maintain his composure growing harder by the second.
Their eyes darkened, something deeper flickering beneath the surface as they held his gaze. "Maybe," they murmured, the words dripping with challenge. "Or maybe Iâm just waiting to see if youâll give in."
The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating. Logan could feel itâthe tension tightening around them, pulling him in closer, like invisible threads wrapping around his resolve, threatening to snap it in two. He knew he should walk away, retreat to the safety of distance, but once again, he stood rooted to the spot, his body betraying him at every turn. The rational part of him screamed to break the moment, to turn away and shut her out like he always tried. But another part of him, the part that felt the heat of her body and the way her gaze made his heart pound, wasnât so sure anymore.
E stepped back just enough to let the moment unravel, lifting their cup for a slow sip, their eyes holding his, unyielding. "Iâm headed to bed," they whispered, casual words wrapped in something heavier, something that lingered in the space between them like an unspoken invitation. "You should tooâŚ" Their voice trailed off, hanging in the air for a couple of heartbeats before they finished, softer, almost suggestive. "Might do you some good."
Loganâs jaw tightened, his knuckles turning white around the apple. His eyes tracked her every movement as she turned and walked away, her hips swaying in that same deliberate, confident way they always did. But this time, there was a slowness to it, a knowing in the way she left him standing there, like she was daring him to follow.
And for a split second, his body nearly obeyed. His muscles tensed, his feet itching to move, to follow her down the hallway and give in to the pull that had gnawed at him for weeks now. But then he caught himself, stunned by how close heâd come to losing control, to how easily she had him dancing in the palm of her hand, right on the edge of giving in.
Instead, his eyes followed her, glued to the way she moved, the heat in his chest simmering as desire coiled in his gut.
As they disappeared into the hallway, Logan let out a breath he hadnât realized he was holding. His resolve was breaking, little by little, and each time it slipped, he found himself caring less and less about stopping it.
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EDIT: Added some close up shots, thought it might behoove me to zoom in a little.
Here's that big thing I've been working on! This is for the Paper Mario Zine, organized by @dooplissss, which you can download here!!! It's pay-what-you-want, proceeds go to Doctors Without Borders.
I had already been working on something like this for a while and I'm really proud of myself for finishing this on time. I had fun the entire time I was working on this and I learned a lot.
I do have four more (smaller) pieces in this zine, which I won't post until after the game comes out, so if you wanna see them early, go download this thang.
#mario#paper mario#paper mario the thousand year door#pmttyd#super mario bros#shadow queen#illustration#my art#im pretty sure i included at least every npc#the only one i'm aware i missed is Stewart the Cheep Blimp Ticket Guy#sorry stewart you didnt make it#shoutout to mariowiki and the spriters resource for keeping me oriented#some of these designs are really fanon-y so i hope it comes across#paper mario zine
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Does Hyrule mind teaching how to assess a patient??đđ
"You... want to learn how to assess patients?" Hyrule asked hesitantly.
Wild shrugged. "What if I want to be an EMT?"
"You also said you wanted to be a chef in the hospital."
"I can do both, you know."
Hyrule laughed. "I suppose so. Well... we'll need a patient for this to work."
Wild immediately snatched Sky, who yelped as his friend snaked a hand around his wrist. "Sky's the patient, heaven knows he needs to be looked over anyway."
"Look who's talking, Mr. I-Have-Seizures-and-Don't-Tell-Anybody," Sky grumbled as he was manhandled to sit between the other two.
"Well, everyone knows now."
Hyrule and Sky gave Wild a scalding look. Adequately apologetic, Wild shrugged sheepishly.
"Anyway," Hyrule sighed, shifting his focus to Sky. "Assessments come in different forms. You've got a primary and a secondary assessment. Primary is kind of a general overview and checking for life threatening stuff, secondary is in-depth on what the issue actually is. Make sense?"
Wild nodded.
"Great!" Hyrule continued with a smile. "Okay. Sky's our patient. Sky, you got shot once, right?"
Sky nodded, and Wild balked. "He what?!"
"It was a long time ago," Sky waved a dismissive hand.
"Okay, so that's our scenario," Hyrule said, standing. "We're dispatched for a 21-year-old male with a GSW--"
"That means gunshot wound, right?"
"Yeah. GSW, conscious patient. That's all we've got. So, you get on scene, and the very first thing you do is check for scene safety. If the scene isn't safe, we're not going in. First thing you're taught in EMS - your own safety comes first, because if you're shot you can't help the patient. It's you, your partner, then the patient."
"How often do you actually listen to that rule?" Sky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"That's not what we're learning today," Hyrule waved off easily. It was pretty common knowledge that while he would never put his partner's life at risk, he'd gotten himself into dicey situations before. But he knew how to get himself out of those situations too. "So, we determine the scene is safe. Next, is our primary assessment. The purpose of this assessment is to check for life threatening things, and an overview of major body systems. Neuro status, bleeding, and your ABCs: Airway, Breathing, Circulation.
"The situation is pretty dynamic, like sometimes you walk up and somebody's got an arterial bleed and spurting blood everywhere, your assessment stops right there and you go fix that bleed. But generally you'll have time to do the entire primary assessment."
"Okay, so neuro and ABCs?"
"Yeah. And the good thing is that most of it happens all at once, you know? You walk up to Sky and he looks at you, then boom, you've got a good neuro - he's awake, he's alert. He may not be oriented, but you can figure that out by just talking to him. And by this point you can tell if there's life threatening bleeding. Then it's ABCs - is his airway patent, or open? Is he breathing, and is he doing so normally? Is his skin warm, dry, and normal tone for him? You can literally do al these things by just walking into the room and looking at him for five seconds. The primary assessment is done really fast and, the more times you do it, basically automatically."
"What would be an example of something being wrong?" Wild askd.
Hyrule glanced at him. "When I got on scene for your crash, you were unconscious and unresponsive--in other words, you were not only unconscious, but nothing would wake you up--and your breathing was gurgling sounding because you had blood in your airway."
Glancing at Sky, Hyrule said, "Sky can give us an example of a not great primary assessment, I'm sure."
Helpfully, Sky immediately flopped off the chair he was sitting on, collapsing to the ground with a crash. Wild laughed, and footsteps rushed from upstairs into the living room.
Twilight immediately froze in the entranceway, eyes wide and fixed on Sky. "Sky, what the--guys what the hell is hap--"
Sky perked up immediately. "Oh, sorry! I'm just helping Hyrule teach Wild!"
Twilight froze a moment and then sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and grumbling under his breath.
Hyrule smiled, pointing at Twilight. "He just perfectly showed a good primary assessment looks like! He walked in and saw the patient down on the ground, tried to figure out a neuro by calling out to him, and when Sky woke up he immediately could tell he was fine. Neuro intact, not bleeding, had a patent airway because he's talking, breathing normally, and skin looks normal."
"I hate all of you," Twilight groaned, walking out of the room.
"Okay, but by skin looking normal... what does it mean when it doesn't?" Wild asked.
"Your skin can tell a story," Hyrule explained. "If you're diaphoretic, which means sweating, something is likely wrong. Though it depends on context - if your patient's sweaty but they were just exercising, it makes sense. If Sky's sweaty on the ground after being shot, he's in shock. If the skin is cool, the body isn't circulating well - that can sap the color right out of your skin - the lighter your skin tone the more notable it is, but darker skin tones can become paler too. A lot of times with darker skin tones you'll want to look at their palms or their lips, that'll help you determine it. Another color is grey - that usually means cardiac and it's bad. So skin can tell you a lot!"
"How did my skin look?" Wild questioned, curious.
"Pale," Hyrule immediately answered. "Anyway. Sky's your patient. Look him over."
"Okay," Wild blew out a breath, approaching Sky and kneeling beside him. "So he's unconscious, that's my neuro so far."
"Can you arouse him at all?"
Wild poked Sky in the neck. Sky flinched. Wild poked again and Sky giggled. Wild's eyes widened in realization, and a mischievous smile crossed his face.
"Wild, wait--"
Sky started laughing hysterically as his friend tickled him, wiggling and trying to shove him away.
"Get--off of m--Wild you jerk--"
Hyrule chuckled. "Well, we're not taught to tickle our patients, but that works."
#sorry this took so long!#needed to manifest some energy to write healthcare au stuff lol#lu in healthcare#asks#writing#lu hyrule#lu wild#my gosh guys it's been SO LONG since I've looked at an EMT textbook I actually had to look up primary v secondary assessment definitions#just to make sure I was explaining it right#because I just automatically do it and haven't used the terms 'primary and secondary assessment' since EMT class#and that was more years ago than I care to admit LOL#in fact it's been so long I'm pretty sure they teach the primary as ABCDE#*puts on grey wig* back in my day#we just had ABC for the primary assessment#airway and breathing and circulation#but now it's airway/breathing/circulation/disability/expose?? I think??#disability makes no sense to me#but all expose is saying is expose areas so you can see what you're dealing with#like for a trauma patient you gotta cut the clothes off to make sure you aren't missing an injury#I think disability is neuro related but they were stretching it ok#medical world and it's dumb acronyms#honestly I say just stick to ABCs#lu sky#lu twilight#poor twi lol#he's so done with their shenanigans#he's been on edge ever since Wild's hospitalization#anybody having issues makes him have a meltdown
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Compiling all of the canon evidence about Caleb because I noticed sources are getting muddled. Below the cut is all the canon info I could find with the episodes and who said it/ where it came from.
Caleb was alone as a child raising his little brother, at some point they moved from an unknown location to Gravesfield (Masha, TTT). The two of them played a witch hunter game where they dressed up in costumes. We see Caleb playing a witch, stepping in a trap Philip set. They also churned butter together and Caleb whittled Philip's mask in Gravesfield. (Portraits, Hollow Mind) Caleb met Evelyn at an unknown point, and bonded over birds, where she was disguised as a human. (Dana Terrace) Later, as a teen, Caleb and still child Philip went on a witch hunt. They found Evelyn in the woods (may or may not be related to witch hunt) and discovered she was a witch. Caleb was accepting of her and the duo began traveling back and forth between Gravesfield and the Boiling Isles, developing a secret code to travel, leaving Philip behind from his perspective. (Portraits/ cut portrait, Hollow Mind. Masha, TTT). As an adult, Caleb cut his hair. (Statue, Yesterday's Lie) At an unknown time, he acquired the cabin near the Noceda house. He had his (implied in KT/TTT) blue coat embroidered with the symbol of a bird in a cage, and this coat became Philip's at an unknown point in time. (King's Tide/TTT) Caleb or Evelyn also hid the Rebus Box under the floorboards and created said Rebus and hid the Titan's blood near the portal with an owl stopper. (TTT) At some point, as Caleb and Philip were adults, a fire started at the current day historical society and Caleb + Evelyn vanished. Philip followed after, leaving a diary behind which was used to understand the situation by the townspeople (Jacob, Yesterday's Lie. Masha, Storyboard for TTT, considering canon as complacent). Philip states that it takes him five years to find the Titan's blood and in the image he is growing a beard (Eclipse Lake). He has a medium length beard when he confronts Caleb and Evelyn first in his beast form, transforming back when Caleb hugs him. At this point, Evelyn is pregnant with a child and she and Caleb are holding hands. A later shot shows Philip holding a knife behind his back as Caleb smiles and Evelyn is turned away. Philip is wearing the blue coat. At a later point, Caleb has his hands up, holding a flat edged knife looking worried as Philip walks to the right. Caleb is on the ground with flames around him, and those flames die down as he dies. Philip sees himself in the reflection of the dagger with blood on it. Evelyn returns and uses a gold magic, hitting Philip as he runs away. (Portraits, Hollow Mind) At an unknown point, Philip obtains Caleb's remains and begins several failed grimwalker experiments until the episode Elsewhere and Elsewhen where he meets the Collector.
Missing/fragment evidence: Philip and Caleb are missing information for most of their adulthood, and Evelyn has extremely scare information. A mural in Belos's castle representing wild witches burning a town resembles Eda with short hair in a green dress and a blonde witch with rounder ears, likely Evelyn and her daughter. (Watching and Dreaming) The blue coat has never been proven to belong to Caleb, other than Masha using a similar blue coat in TTT and Belos's sensitivity to the coat being mentioned/ him always wearing it. There is no canon explanation as to how Caleb ended up alone with Philip, where their parents are, or how they got the cabin. It is unknown if Philip confronting Caleb in his beast form and Caleb's murder happened at the same time or on different days, or where Flapjack or Evelyn is for the murder (although she returns from the right, the same direction Philip was facing with the knife) (Hollow Mind). Flapjack has limited information but is likely Evelyn's bird (Dana Terrace). Caleb was a whittler and may have carved Palismen, as that later becomes the family business of the Clawthornes, and Evelyn is a Clawthorne. However this isn't provably canon.
#the owl house#toh#toh meta#pretty boring unless you're reading this for the first time#I'm organizing information sorry#I'm sure I missed things feel free to add if I forgot some evidence especially if it was from Dana and I missed it#caleb wittebane#evelyn clawthorne#if the wiki people would let me fix his page I would..
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#so i've been dealing with some irl stuff recently#nothing too bad. it was just really frustrating and exhausting for me. and really putting a damper on my mood and my art#and i'm sorry if i've been acting a little weird or not saying too much or anything#or if i've been kinda inactive for the past few days#but i'll be okay!#i just wanted to let you guys know what's been kinda going on#i'm slowly working on something really sweet involving Hugo and Noa. so that's been making me feel better#i need something happy and soft between them lol#also! I've been playing The Quarry recently!#the writing is kinda stupid and almost all of the characters act like they don't have a brain. but that's what makes it so fun!#and i'm pretty sure the devs did that intentionally. to make it seem more like a campy monster flick#i'm really enjoying it so far! the werewolves are really cool!#also it's really funny to me how they just pop like balloons whenever they're transforming#i thought it was gonna be a slow transformation. but no. their skin just immediately explodes off#and then they somehow get it all back when they turn back into humans? idk how that works but it's pretty rad#also also! the thing with the tarot cards is really cool!#i missed a lot in the beginning because i didn't know what i was looking for#and the fortune teller lady in between chapters kept getting mad at me for not finding any#but i eventually started to get it! when the game decided to really put one in my face in chapter 3 lol#and the thing with the tarot cards representing the different characters in the game got me thinking about what card Noa would probably be#i think Seven of Swords would be right up her alley#because it's associated with deception. dishonesty. betrayal. and acting strategically#and it could also signify self-deception and confessions. which is all very true for her character#aaahh now i wanna make a tarot card design for her!#but that's an idea for another day#anyway sorry for sorta rambling a bit#i hope you all are doing okay
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Month 7, day 26
Migraines suck but I promised the Forspoken community* a banner and avatar today and bY GOLLY I WILL DELIVER ON MY PROMISES, BRAIN IMPLOSIONS BE DAMNED D<
I spent, like... I was not paying attention to my start time but I want to say two hours? Let's go with two hours. Anyway, I spent FOREVER on the Cipal banner and then for Frey and Cuff I just took the cutscene screenshot and went "eh that just needs a bit of saturation and contrast tweaking" and spent all of maybe twenty seconds on it lol
*(we have a community now; shoot me an ask if you want to join and I'll send you an invite)
#the great artscapade of 2024#art#my art#Forspoken#Forspoken fan art#â technically#Forspoken photo mode#Frey Holland#Forspoken Cuff#I'm PRETTY SURE I already invited everyone who is still active in the Forspoken tag but I probably missed some folks#if I missed you I'm very sorry
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a junkyard dog ain't always pretty but you always love that toothless smile
#i miss tyler bertuzzi#liv in the replies#the absolute way i just got bodied by shake it out coming on as i uploaded the pictures to this post#um. sorry not sorry. the google doc/pdf of the quote that i used for this was literally titled#god fuckin curse the notesapp i wrote two years ago#directly referencing the note i have (pretty sure from when the maple leafs seemed really serious about wanting bert) & i remember#being slammed out of NOWHERE by the sudden thought (because i've been preparing for years for bert to leave) (andreas in feb moe in april)#verbatim: if tyler bertuzzi ever gets traded or retires it's catalog of unabashed gratitude the heart part and i will sob#S T O P#tyler bertuzzi#detroit ride or die#this does actually rival we don't have a future we have a dog for some of these for me which. fuck u past me for being so right about this#things that i need you to know for the narrative: oh dumbstruck is tyler's first nhl game (vs the flyers)#thank you every day is from tyler's hat trick & yes the bruins on knucklehead is intentional because it hurt my feelings#also should note. i'm sorry is from when tyler broke his hand this season & no i'm not okay about the narrative of who is he w/o his hands#yeah yeah yeah. the last five make me want to throw up screaming crying shaking wailing#i made it so much worse by looking at dyl's post#dylan larkin#anthony mantha#andreas athanasiou#catalogue of unabashed gratitude [abridged] - ross gay#my sincerest apologies to fabs i simply could not put him in here he was in we don't have a future we have a dog that was all i could take#should i have abridged the last one to say 'for every day'? yeah probably. did i think of that too late? also probably. wait hang on#ooooookay so i did it so now that tag doesn't make sense but it's fine i also have an alt for dumbstruckand pelican heart :)))))))#what i wish i could've made for u but the pictures don't exist is tyler running down the drive barefoot on the phone the day he got drafted#do you really believe in him? is he a good kid? no problems? you're gonna love him. you're gonna love him.#i'm also fully not even gonna talk to y'all about vrana. i can't do that red string tonight. we're also ignoring sunny#STEVE WHAT FUCKING TEAM ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO PLAY WITH#yes i made this exclusively for me no i donât care yes i am a lil sorry i love him uâve heard it all before. dilly iâm kissing ur forehead
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Benzaiten Steel
#Benzaiten Steel#I'm going off vibes alone I haven't listened to the actual eps in quite a while#So sorry if there are specific things about his appearance mentioned in those that I missed. I don't think there were any though#Junoverse#The penumbra podcast#Tpp#Btw about art requests-- if you sent one I'll get to them! Not sure if I'll be done today though it's getting pretty late#I appreciate the requests a lot though thanks you!!#I should practice dark skin more it looks a bit weird if you have any constructive advice/criticism I'd be very thankful#Not in terms of anatomy though I know it sucks enormous balls#PS: I did age Ben up some
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extreme hoarding, rp edition.
#out of character.#the 10th Doctor momentarily possessing me: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.#side note I'm pretty sure I'm missing some dkjfvkjefkjv
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maybe some 10hour minecraft solo would fix me
#i dunno#im not sure why ive been all Eughh abt the server bf likes#part of it might be the New aspect of it and another part might be just how active it is and how many ppl are there#even tho im not like. ever direct or one on one with them its like#im at a party sort of#the chat is active too much and That. drains me a lot faster than i realize#so either a smaller server a Much smaller server or a solo world for a minute#would fix me#because i do want to minecraft#i miss it its good its nice it gives me something to do that i likely wouldn't ever get shamed for#(in this day and age... back in my day id get bullied in school about it)#(not usually by students but some did Judge me Heavily but mostly it was teachers who were like. 'video games are violenntt!!') but anyways#i wanna like the server bf likes so badly#but every single time i log on im like i cant find a good spot ever theres too many people and hhhh#so i log off of it pretty quickly even tho i Want. to like it#i jus dont think i caaann#and hi leo if ur reading this which i Hope you are <3#i would've told you this earlier. If i found out and unpacked this earlier but I'm only unpacking it now and at the time of#typing this i am so so so so SO sleepy and you are possibly just waking up or about to in an hour or so#so mwah mwah ily and such and gmmm#and im sorry if the short minecraft sessions felt Bad but it 10000% wasnt you#the uniqueness of that server js fun dont get me wrong but i dont think it can be like an All Time server for me#so make your own lil space there and ill pop in from time to time#if u want to at least#nya.txt#ow why cramps..#im nit bleeding or anything jus empty cramps bc i missed some shots oops#but its tolerable i just wnana sleeeeeepp
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For some reason, this round of meds (same dose and everything as last time) is making me have very violent Realisations and Remembering Things moments. And by that I mean the Thing I Forgot and/or the Realisations show up with a bat and see how hard they can make my brain hit the wall. So anyway.
YOU GUYS REMEMBER SPIKE THE WETFLOOR BOT??? YOU GUYS REMEMBER HER??? THE FIRST FAZBEAR ANIMATRONIC TO BE BORN FROM LOVE INSTEAD OF PAIN??? YOU REMEMBER HER???
CAUSE I JUST DID
#SPPIIIIKKKEEEEEE I MISS YOOOUUUU#I love spike. spike the wet floor bot is my favourite. I miss her I should bring her back somehow#the first animatronic to gain sentience and awareness out of LOVE and CARE#I miss her we need to bring her back. I never made a visual design but I definitely posted some descriptions of her pretty sure#a wet floor bot... a little wonky and a little off colour. holes in it's damaged and dented casing patched up with scrap#never the same colour. always different#stickers and magnets and a lil bit of spray paint. part of an ear missing and crooked#has one of roxy's spiked bracelets around her neck with a keyring dangling from it like a tag...#she picked her own name and pronouns... doesn't really understand what they are and what they mean but she wants them#in one AU she was Roxy's little distraction. something to work on and repair while the others search the rubble of the plex for-#their friends. In another Roxy repaired her for fun unknowingly after Vanny had used her as a test subject for the virus#in another one post-ruin roxy and cassie were searching the plex for an easy animatronic for roxy to repair so cassie's dad could-#test what she'd learned about repairing them from him and found a salvageable wet floor bot#that they then wrapped in tarp and put in a shopping trolley to take her straight home and get to work on her much to the-#confusion of literally everyone as they barrel down the halls of flats with an unidentified tarp blob in a stolen shopping trolley#<- that one's Meteors AU btw. Roxy got turned into a Real Boy by the Meteor and is now living with Cassie as her adopted sister#this is just the kind of shit these two get up to all the time and no one knows who's meant to be the braincell between them because well#they keep taking turns on who the older sibling is. they keep changing it. the eldest sibling is based entirely on the situation lmao#who's bright idea was it to steal a wet floor bot? WHO KNOWS!! Cassie said 'pick an animatronic!' so they did that's all there is to it!#cassie's dad just. head in hands. as he realises. the fucking wet floor sign on wheels is sentient now.#why. why and how. terrified of the wrath of Fazbear if they find out. while she's just. trundling about.#wheels on carpet floor style. struggling but getting there. happy beeps as she pushes a ball around on the floor. living her best life.#sfdsfdsfs I fucking LOVE Spike okay I miss her I need to bring her back somehow#I could give her to mangle or sprocket in robot hell but I'm not doing much with that right now#sdhfdfsfs Chica's recipe zine starring Spike!! and every image of her is just confusion#'see? even Spike likes bananas!' Chica says as she puts one on the floor so Spike can very happily run it over.#dfsdfsds love Spike. Spike enrichment is now running random foods over because she can. and also the wheels off a toy monster truck#so she can be an ALL TERRAIN wet floor bot. make them gecko wheels like DJ's hands and she's got everyone beat lmao#she can be DJ's Uppies Buddy!!#lmao Spike I'm so sorry I've left you in the dark for so long I'm bringing you back. beloved guy of all time
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FINAL FANTASY IV BEST FINAL FANTASY!!!!!!
Tbh I don't even remember why I bought IV on the GBA over V (I LOOOOVE EXDEATH) but I made it to the part where you meet Sage Tellah in the cave and stopped in that safe room right before the boss fight in the cave. The plot has me really interested in where it's gonna go though; having the protagonist slaughter like two entire villages back to back right at the start of the game is a WILD hook lol
I also appreciate getting to play an adult that's fully aware of what's going on in a FF game for once haha Though, I've beat 7 and 8, most of 10, and played only a bit of 9, 10-2, 5, and 15 so I know 4 isn't the only FF that doesn't have a young/naive protag.
Cecil looks cool affff
hell yeah
#asks#Imo his paladin design is a little bit of a downgrade but I'm sure it'll grow on me once I find out why it happens#4 is one of the FF games I like NEVER see anyone talk about EVER#But it sort of seems like its original release was a little bungled here in the west? So maybe that's why#I wish I'd beaten 10 back when I first played it but I got stuck on a boss and then I ended up moving houses and never got back to it :(#10 gets memed on really hard but honestly it's got some of my favorite art direction in the whole FF series. It's so unique/pretty#7 is iconic of course. I liked 8's character writing/development a lot more though but 7's art beats it#I reeeeaaalllly wanted to get into 9 because the art direction in that one is super unique too but... Zidane lost me... I'm sorry.........#If I had to order the FF games I've played at least some of from most to less-most favorite I'd probably list them like:#8; 7; 10; 15; 5; 9; 10-2#The positions of 5; 9; and 15 would probably be different if I'd played more of them. Especially 5#None of them are really 'bad' though like I don't think Final Fantasy as a series is even capable of missing haha
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