#i... cried while typing this

[jazzzzzzhands]

oh... its officially october i really hadnt noticed... but i have an announcement that ive been dreading to make I say this with a heavy heart... But i wont be doing Inktober this year

I've been doing Inktober for 8 years now And everyyear i pour my heart and soul into doing Inks that seemingly seem to happen by magic and i usually feel such a big inspiration to do my Best Works! and i will admit that i usually prepare for it too But something happened this year and well I havent really been myself this year Art has been hard, doing anything has been hard i am trying! I'm happy to have the asks that i have to inspire me But everytime i've gone to Ink, the drive has.. just not been there i did manage! to do about 4 of them I will post them a bit spaced out through this week But after that.. I think what i will do is that i will reblog my favorite inktobers throughout the year that i have done in honor Another thing im doing is im trying to rekindle my love in different fandoms, because it sort of feels like i've already drawn for everything! i'm watching a lot of shows.. playing games it feels like fandoms are at a standstill right now I'm just waiting for the next big excitement to hit! It definitely feels like a grand Pause Where im revisiting a lot of old shows while im waiting I know not a lot of people will be bothered, Im not a very well known artist. But for anyone who knew me for my inks I do apologize to you and to myself It honestly breaks my own heart that im just... not doing it this year ive always looked so forward to it... But also ive always just tried to do the extraordinary, always one-upping myself! going the distance! Inktober always has been magical for me... I'm not sure if i will be "fixed" by next year or if it will feel ok to return after missing a year but i just dont have it this year the drive, the motivation, the energy, the magic... i have to look inside and find it again

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[summerroseart]

Hiiiii hi!!! This AU is actually still completely brain rotting me :)

If everyone wants to cry, I've decided that the characterization fits best with the SCU versions of the Sonic characters, so we're traumatizing him by blowing up his dad! (I'm genuinely so sorry)

Bonus father-son bonding! Punch that guy in the face!!

[skunkes]

[speaking-riddlish]

I relate to so many of the EAH characters in so many different ways. Warning, very raw personal post under the cut as I discuss what characters I relate to and why.

I relate to Cedar. As an undiagnosed and late discovered Autistic, I relate. The isolating feeling that comes with being different. Being kept out of almost anyone's inner circle for things about your behavior that you can't help. Knowing you can't even blame them for not wanting to be your friend, that you're not owed anyone's friendship, and that being friends with you is hard bc of your disability. That being little consolation when the people who find your friendship is too hard is everyone. Wishing you could just be normal, just be complete, just be real. I relate to Cedar.

I relate to Blondie. Desperate for friendship. "If I act like we're already friends, then we'll wind up becoming friends, right?" Largely considered the annoying "friend" by those around you, the one people want to avoid. It stings. I relate to Blondie. (note, this and the previous one are kind of outdated now, bc I finally have some real friends, but for so long these were true and it still strikes a chord with me bc of that.)

I relate to Briar. I have a milk allergy with very severe digestive symptoms. Until a recent blood test we didn't know what was causing the symptoms and thought it was a chronic illness. It was bad, it caused a lot of pain and, relevant to this post, stole a lot of my time, time I'll never get back. I lost entire days, sometimes multiple days a week, sometimes over half of the week, to being stuck in the bathroom. I missed classes. I missed events. I missed meetings. I missed church. Friendships drifted as I went longer and longer without seeing them. I had to quit my job. I relate to Briar, to her existential fear of losing everyone and missing everything. Mine may not be because I was asleep, but I have lost a lot of time. For a while I thought that I would forever be stuck losing time like that, at that scale. I understand being afraid about how much of the future younare doomed to miss. I feel like it takes a certain subcategory of disabled to be able to look at this part of Briar and say "I've been there, I get it", but "I've been there, I get it." I relate to Briar.

I relate to Apple. I may disagree with her on what her stances are on the in-universe issues, but her emotional struggles that come from holding that stance while still caring about your loved ones, that I understand. To be worried about what may happen to those you care about, because you care about them, and because their life choices don't bode well for them if what you believe to be true is actually true, that struggle I get. The beliefs that cause this struggle may be very, very different for me than for her, but the struggle is the same. I've cried those tears. I relate to Apple.

I relate to Maddie. As an ADHDer, my train of thought often doesn't make sense to people, and growing up my mom kept telling me "if you do that in public, people are going to think you're a madwoman" like all the time with a bunch of little things I do. Sometimes uou just have to let go, be yourself and let people think you're mad. Handflap and bounce in that chair. Sing that song while you walk across campus. Bring out your fidgets in public. Let yourself be a little zaney. Let yourself be you. Also, secondary reason to relate, as a religious person who goes and does stuff when I think my God is telling me to do it, I often get the same reaction Maddie does when she takes the narrators advice. I tell people I think God told me to, and the response might as well be "she thinks she can talk to narrators 🙄". I relate to Maddie.

[anjasitdown]

In part 2, it seems as if Asa's the only one who genuinely cares for Denji aside from Nayuta. And you know how Fujimoto is. He kills those who care for Denji and those whom he loves. When Aki asked for Makima's help to look after Denji and Power before his time runs out, his life tragically ended as the Gun Fiend. When Power gave her blood so Denji could live, she dies. When Reze realized her feelings for Denji were real and decided to change, Makima kills her. When Nayuta genuinely wishes for Denji to follow what makes him happy, her head got cut off. Now that Yoru said Asa likes him after everything that's happened, I really hope Asa doesn't end up like the others. This cycle feels like a sick joke, to be honest. But I feel like the point of the story isn't exactly to show how doomed Denji is and the people who love him, but that there are still people willing to come and save him, fully aware about what they're getting themselves into. They'd rather not die, of course, but if it would give Denji another chance in life away from abusive, manipulative people, I think they'd take it in a heartbeat.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 223 | id in alt

Maki thinking some very unsorcererly things over a piece of damn cheesecake.

(Read from right to left💥)

[ladykyriaa]

Idk about you guys. But mentally. I am still here. That kiss was everything to me and I don't even mean it in a romantic shippy way

I keep thinking about how Alya was literally the first person to probably show any real support for Marinette against Chloe. How without her, she probably wouldn't have become ladybug and have the self confidence that she does now.

Later on she'd also be the first person to KNOW (master fu not included) who ladybug is. And let's not even mention the first person Ladybug trusted and gave a miraculous to.

To see their friendship come in full circle in the special is just. Idk it's so beautiful. I was already sobbing before but when she kissed Marinette, I full on BAWLED my eyes out.

I am so mentally unwell

[yesimwriting]

i haven’t talked to my best friend because she got a boyfriend about 2 months ago and she ghosts me every time she gets into a relationship and i miss her so bad

we’ve been best friends since elementary school and she’s done this EVERY time she starts dating someone and i don’t want to sound overly needy but i feel like she’s perfectly capable of handling having a boyfriend and texting me every once in awhile but i don’t think i can say anything without sounding needy and dramatic :(

and ik how this sounds but she’s such a good friend when she isn’t dating anyone and i’m not saying i expect her to talk to me AS much as she does when she’s single but like responding to my texts every once in awhile doesn’t feel like a huge ask

i just miss knowing about her life and her knowing about mine

[writing-and-rebloging]

Tmw you kinda wait two weeks for an emotional reveal of a Mysterious Character (tml being actually an old character from the beginning of the original manga or an Edolas version of a beloved character, like it happened with Mystogan or something, and you get hit in the face with Ignia having canonically fucked. Because he has a child.

Ignia. Ignia, let that sink in. Ignia fucked. It's canon.

[andromedaexists]

"i'm literally never beating the allegations" and then the allegations are that i like skrunkly looking guys

[capriszn]

personally i loved arcane s2 more than the first, it was so so beautiful and memorable and visibly crafted with love!!!!! i cried constantly throughout eps 4-7 and held my breath for the final episode and yall can complain about pace and unanswered questions all you want, i don‘t really agree that these were actual issues.. and then it got gayer too so ofc this show is going down in history now as the best animated series since avatar but u didnt hear that from me ig

[jeahreading]

btw yk what I HATE. I hate the fucked up timings of Durga Poojoo this year. Last year I couldn't give the pushapanjoli becuase I was on my periods, I was terribly sad and when I found out it started on saptami at 3 in the night, i literally went out into the dining room and started crying, Giving the pushpanaji is the highlight of a Duga Pujo

Guess what's happening this year, becuase of how fucked up the timings of the durga pujo are, the pandal neared to us, and the only one we can go to for some reason isn't even doing Ashtami pushpanjali. It's straight up going to Navami pushpanjali.

We, meaning me and my mom were supposed to go see Maa today, yeah belive it or not, i haven't seen maa this pujo yet, not even once, I was very excited we were going to go at 4pm, then my mom called me into the room and told me about the pushpanajali thing, I said fine, that's ok but we're still going to see maa ONCE, ONCE pbefore we give the pushpanjali right? And she started shouting at me that I keep suffocating her with the requests and that it was not in her power to take us to the pandal because my dad isn't here.

She has been slacking off and saying no to things an moment pe for the entire time my dad hasn't been here, she keeps saying "w e'll do it when your dad comes back, we'll do that when he's here again" I can understand is certain cases, but every time? And always minutes before we go do that thing, she keeps saying "I can't drive properly, let's not take chances" ?? while she boasted to me about how "I used to drive on uphill mountain roads" EVERY.SINGLE.DAMND.TIME someone questioned her driving skills??

NOT EVEN ONCE ARE WE GOING TO SEE MAA, BEFORE GIVING PUSHPANJALI, OH WHAT PUHSPANJALI, NOTT HE ASHTAMI ONE, BECUASE FOR SOME REASON I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO BE ABLE TO GIVE THE PUSHPANJALI, NOT LAST YEAR AND NOT THIS YEAR. ADN WE AREN'T GOING TO THE MAHASHTAMI PUJO EITHER BECUASE IT'S AT 6 IN THE MORNING AND SHE MADE THE FACE THAT SAYS "I CAN'T BOTHER GETTING UP AT THAT TIME"

I just I CAN'T, she cancelled going to the program, she can't bother to go to the market, she can't take me 5 kms to a pandal, a pandle that is near to a place she has driven to countless times.

I don't even want to go to the pandle this year, it's better my not even going in front of maa when I haven't bothered going to her before going for the pushpanajali.

My mom is all happy and merry, making me clean the house with her, do every thing related to dust even though we both have a severe dust allergy. Beacuase "PUJO CLEANING" , WHAT PUJO?? I HAVEN'T SEEN THE GOD I AM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THIS FOR? WHAT'S THE POINT

I told my dad to wake up early find a pandal nearby and atleast give th epushpanajali in hope that

1 he's atleast able to give the pushpanjali, even though he won't be able to come ehre in time to do it with us

2 My mom will feel better about the whole, "well if he isn't giving pushpanjali why should I bother"

I don't know I DONT' KNOW, THE ONE GODDAMNG TIME DURING THE WHOLE YEAR WHEN I AM EXCITED AND HAPPY SOMETHING HAS TO HAPPEN TO MAKE IT BAD

Idk maybe I'm overreacting,

[dyiandarko]

the night we met — kyle “gaz” garrick — mlm

cw: mention of blood (light)

i cried while writing this im done for

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Corrupted leaders, rising tensions throughout nations, and poorly made decisions.. it all led to this moment. Your entire neighborhood fleeing, emergency alarms going off everywhere, from phones, televisions, even outside. Everybody was running to a hopeful safety.

Your husband, Kyle, had died years ago in battle, leaving you the gorgeous house you guys lived in together for years prior. You were obviously devastated by his death, becoming severely depressed and your life feeling like it was put on a standstill for months, but you were glad he wasn’t around to have to live through the world going to shit.

As you watched out your window, watching the families of the neighborhood you lived in packing up their cars and driving off, you knew it was the end you’ve hoped would be put off for as long as possible. But, you only had one place in mind, and as you walked to your car, you knew exactly where you’d be going.

You had drove until you reached a wooded area near the high school you guys went to, where you guys met at a party that was hosted in the woods, right by a cliff with a gorgeous lake that everybody swam in until sunrise. You got out of your car, looking up at the orange, smokey sky before proceeding into the area.

You walked for quite a while, taking in the familiar area. it was peaceful, until it wasn’t. You heard something soar over your head, above the treetops. Looking up, you caught a glimpse of what looked like a missile flying over you. You stood still for a second before you heard a loud explosion in the distance, flinching slightly at the sound with wide eyes.

You eventually reached the cliff, seeing the view, the lake below and the city in the distance. It reminded you of when you and him jumped off of it into the lake, sitting at the edge and drinking cheap liquors with your friends.. all too familiar.

You stood there for a while in silence, before hearing a familiar voice.

“The view’s beautiful, ain’t it?” said a familiar British accent.

You immediately whipped around, seeing the face of your husband again. You knew you were hallucinating, you saw the blood covering him, seeping out of the bullet holes. No way he could’ve been alive.

“Kyle?” you said, your voice shaky, cracking slightly. “What are you doing here..? What—“ you said, trying to make sense of everything that was happening.

“Shhh.. it’s okay. I knew I’d find you here, it’s the end, y’know? I knew you’d want to be somewhere that reminded you of us.” he said, smiling warmly as he walked up to you, his fingertips brushing against your face. His touch was cold, truly the touch of something otherworldly. He was just a mere ghost in front of you.

You closed your eyes as a tear seeped out of the corner of your left eye, rolling down your cheek.

“Hey, don’t cry, my love. Look on the bright side, we’ll meet again really, really soon. I promise, sweetheart.” he said. That sweet tone of his piercing your heart, crumbling it into pieces when you knew you couldn’t touch him, hug him, kiss him.. he was nothing but a hallucination right now, a spirit.

A second missile flew over your head, a loud roar beaming through the air, piercing your eardrums as it soared over your head in the direction of the city, which was in the distance. You immediately turned around, looking at the city that was now being hit with missiles every other second.

You felt a cold touch on the back of your neck, a shiver going up your spine at the sensation. You looked over at him.

“You’ll always be my boy, okay? I’ve always been watchin’ since I passed, I was always with you. And real soon, I’ll be able to hold you again.” he said looking at you with soft eyes, a smile on his face.

You smiled weakly, tears pouring out of your eyes, “I love you so much, Kyle.. you’ll never understand..” you said, sniffling and looking back at the city. Your eyes went wide at the sight of several bigger, brighter objects hurdling towards the city.

The cold sensation on the back of your neck was then gone. “I love you too, I’ll see you soon.” the familiar voice of your husband had replied. It then felt lonelier around you, causing you to look over.

The spot where he was once next to you was now empty. You immediately looked around, trying to see if you could locate him in the wooded area that started behind you. Suddenly, your attention was diverted to your phone when you got a government-issued alert.

“NUCLEAR MISSILE INBOUND: SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY” read the alert, the emergency alert alarm coming from your phone. You then heard multiple loud explosions, followed by a combination of bright lights and large balls of fire coming from the direction of the city you once knew and loved.

[fatexbound]

I'm so fucking mad I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight.

Because holy FUCK does my dad NOT take no for an answer bo matter what I do. I hate this. I hate my job. I hate the fact that I even studied it for four years. Everyone fucking wants something and it's so overwhelming sometimes, I want to do nothing but lie in bed all day. It's just a trial, it's no big deal. But I've been going out with my parents since Friday and I need a fucking break from that and people.

Oh, new connections. He's tired of me being single. Cool, I am too but forcing it isn't gonna work. God forbid I'm an introvert who's scared of commitments.

[jackass-jones]

My madoka magica hot take is I like sayaka/kyoko as a ship more than madoka/homura