#if someone wants to draw that I think it would be cool

[yandere-wishes]

Okay I have another idea for the Batwoman!fam au

Imagine if Damian’s darling wasn’t good at training at the League of Assassins, sure she is the child of two assassins who were hand picked to make her, but she is also being trained to me a wife and mother, and those two roles don’t always line up. She just can’t make herself kill, no matter how hard she tries. She is a perfect fit for being a vigilante because she can fight and extremely well at that, she just can’t kill.

Or another idea, because Cass was made to be the perfect weapon and, there is the idea of her parents being skilled assassins, so like what if Cass and Damian’s darling were sisters, half sisters maybe or full blooded, but just they never knew it because they were raised away from each other and they had no idea because there was no reason to know because they were born for very different purposes.

-lots of love❤️🪽

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ Darling, I love how your brain works. It's true Damian's darling would be a perfect vigilante. Strong but kind. I think maybe that's what draws her to Kate in the first place seeing someone so strong, so skilled yet still riddled with compassion. For the first time in forever she doesn't feel weak or misplaced, she's finally found another like her…

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ As for her and Cass being sisters, that would be a cool dynamic!! Lord knows I have the BIGGEST crush on David Cain (I want to be sandwiched between him and Deathstroke so BADLY) so having him be the reader's bio dad would certainly be interesting. I mean reader wouldn't know it, she never needed to know it. Her whole world was supposed to be Damian, he was the only relevant thing in her life Talia made sure of that. I guess that could add to the reasons Kate was so eager to take her away. She wanted the poor girl to at least experience having a semi-normal family. I seriously wish there was more media for David Cane, it would make it easier to incorporate him into the story lol.

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ Anyway have my rambles on "No Killing" (Corvid) reader and the tortures she gets put through thanks to Damian~❤️❤️

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ Song: Crimson and Cloverby Joan Jett

There's a contradiction festering within you. You try to gulp it down, to drown its bitter taste with rich irons and salts. But the dreaded thing won't die, it screams and wails into the night. The iron rots between your teeth, pricking needles into your tongue.

Satisfy or defy. You don't know which is which any longer.

Damian holds your hand as you lurk through the foreign palace, his fingers are curled tightly against yours squeezing at random intervals as he twirls his sword. "I've beheaded their king, rotten old man didn't even put up a fight." you offer him a sweet smile, as silent congratulation. Not that he needs it, no, Damian Al'Ghul doesn't need to be reminded of his worth, his merit. Instead, you do, you need to follow the rules laid out, down to the miserable T. If you don't, well, you wouldn't know what else to do.

There's a soldier writhing on the cobblestone floor, he spits when he sees the two of you when the emerald green of the uniform registers for an omen of death. Damian scowls "You dare disrespect the demon's heir?" he's about to slice the man's neck when he stops. The sunrise reflects terribly off the silver of his sword.

"I apologize," he says turning stiffly towards you, there's specks of pink blooming across his cheeks. As he shifts from one foot to the other. "You may have this kill, my lady."

The way he calls you his, makes your blood run cold. It's like being reminded to breathe, being reminded of rigid realities.

"I-I don't really feel-" he cuts you off by dragging you closer. Pushing you down until you're kneeling above the man. Damian slips his hunting knife into your palm and laces his fingers with yours once more. The oriented blade comes down bursting the jugular vein wide open. The soldier's blood spills onto your face painting you in that unholy crimson shade.

You feel the bile rising, the acid burning as you try to hold it in. Damian gingerly laps at the blood on your cheek. His warm tongue feels like the embers of hell melting through your flesh. He pulls you onto his lap, giggling sardonically as he kisses the gore clean, teeth pecking at your neck and collarbones. Wringing the skin in definite signs of himself. You stay frozen, suffocating, you don't bother guiding his hands or whispering love stories into his ears. You don't do as you were taught. Instead, you stand still. Waiting for the world to pass.

The sun oozes from the horizon. It looks like a blood fountain. You feel sick again.

That night you claw at your throat until the blood sweeps out. The tears don't stop, they flow down your pretty face until your eyes are as red as the soldier's crimson blood across the blade. Your nails pick at the lovebites, at Damian's essence across your skin. You wish you could peel them off like stickers. You wish you could be clean again.

You pray Damian dosen't notice your eyes when he sneaks into your room. But he never does, instead he nuzzles into your neck lulled off to peaceful sleep. Never once haunted by the lives he's taken.

You try to close your eyes. To sleep away the dread. But his body reeks of the insufferable substance, crismon and iron. Your most hated endeavor. You push your face into the pillows, trying to ward off the scent.

By morning the smell will cover you too. That perfect murderous perfume. Shouldn't you love it though? Shouldn't it remind you of your husband-to-be?

Master Talia says your father was one of the greatest assassins the league has ever fostered. His skills rival Batman and Deathstroke. You don't like how the information coils across your brain, slithering into the neurons filling you with anguish. How your veins pulse with the blood of a killer.

'You did this to me' you want to scream when your master's back is turned. 'You broke me!' Your master may be the only parent you've ever known, but you still can't stifle the blame. She had you birthed to be a contradiction. A mother and a killer. She had her finest birth an anomaly just so she could ensure her son a lover. You hate her for it…

And yet whenever she hugs Damian you are reminded that she loves you too. That she raised you to be her place holder once her time has come. She is in everyway your mother and in every way your tormentor.

You can never be her. You can never stomach the blood.

The problem with Gotham, your master says, is that it always finds a way to send its filth to the league.

You watch tentatively as she lands a kick across the intruder's back. Watch as she stabs her blade between the woman's ribs and claws at her eyes with her nails.

Damian stands beside you blade drawn. He's ready to engage upon command. Ready to protect. But Talia never calls her son, there is a personal vendentate in the way she mauls the woman.

The woman never once draws her blade. The batwoman with the blood-red hair doesn't kill. Her stance, her punches, her kicks. They hold no mortality. They are used in defense, offense, to hurt and protect…

But they are not made to kill. She is not made to kill.

She is just like you.

There is a bat who flies into your window on nights when the Demon's hire is not lurking inside your chambers. She tells you tales of a land shrouded in darkness, where a single king quarrels vigorously against the evil permeating his kingdom. She speaks of him with such respect, with a stiff adoration like resisting patronymic psalms. She tells you how brave you are for sparing blood. She says you are like her, like him, in every way. Singing lullabies of a world where blood isn't shed. Where justice reigns supreme.

She makes your chest swell with hope.

"I had a nightmare" you confess. The lady in red…and black -Kate as she insists you call her- only kneels down, her bloody smile pleasant, calming.

"What kind of nightmare?" she asks with a tone you can't quite place. "I was drowning" There was a pause, four heartbeats, yours and hers before you continued. "The water was red, I could feel them pulling me down." She looks at you with slight terror ringing across her eyes.

She cradles your cheek in her hand before pulling you close. It's not the bone-crushing hugs Damian gives you. The possessive vice of a dragon who knows you belong to him. It's not the rare ceremonial pat on the back that Master Talia offers from time to time. No, it feels warm and worried. Tight and soft and all so sweet. There is no warning no definitive. It is simply meant to comfort.

It feels like love. At least you hope it does.

Damian pulls you into an empty room after your training. His lips are on yours biting the chapped skin, licking your teeth, and pushing his tongue inside. "I missed you" he mumbles sternly as he cradles your body closer.

He's been gone all week. Accompanying his Grandfather on a mission in the east. You don't ask for details, because you know that he will tell you. He will spare no macabre piece as he tells you how he snuffed the life of those Master Ra's has deemed sinners.

You can still smell the blood on him as he rakes his fingers through your hair. Kissing down your shoulder and arm. Sucking and biting the pulse point on your wrist. "I love you" he admits through a sigh. Like a gulp of air after being submerged for far too long.

"I love you too…" you lie.

"You could come back with me" she offers one night sheepishly biting her lip and looking out at the crescent moon. "Back to Gotham I mean, you'd be safe there, happier too I think." You pause for a moment, staring at her, she doesn't smell of bloodshed or duty. Only lavender and responsibility.

Kate Kane, you roll her name around in your mouth, letting the letters morph and crack until they almost spell "Mother".

You nod.

In Gotham, you thought you were free. Free from that atrocious scent of blood. Free from the man you didn't love. But now the demon's heir has come to Gotham.

Damian's hands wrap around your neck, it reminds you of the times you used to hold hands. His voice is distorted all anger and accusations.

He no longer omits that gruesome aroma. But you know better, you know who's holding his leash. You know he'll snap the moment his father looks away.

He's violence born, and violence raised. That will never change.

You're in an alleyway having been confronting a thief mere moments ago. Routine patrol, until he had showed up. Emerged from the shadows just like in your nightmares. You'd thought he'd tackle the thief, play Prince Charming, and try to "protect" you. But instead, he'd targeted you. Thrown you to the ground and screamed as he laid punches across your body.

"Why did you leave me?"

It sounds so innocent, so juvenile A little boy with a broken heart. But your bones start to bruise under his fists. And you know this is no little boy, no, this is a monster.

Damian gets up quietly, he stalks closer and closer to the terrified man. You hear the haunting sound of a sword being unsheathe, close your eyes and wait for the misreable sound of blade against flesh. But it never comes, instead there's a painful tug on your hair, pulling you up.

Damian wraps your hand around his sword, fingers entwined his breath hot on your neck. "Please don't" You beg between sobs. "I have to" he mutters as he brings your hands down slicing the man from his shoulder to his hip. The body falls and so do you.

Damina kneels next to you, wrapping his arm around your body and tucking your head beneath his chin. There are blood drops on your face, the odor invading your senses, suffocating you until your breath hitches far too tightly.

"Kill me, please just kill me and end this." you plead looking up into his sparkling emerald eyes.

"Darling I can't. I wouldn't. You were born to be mine, it's your legacy, your destiny. You are mine, no matter how far you run, no matter who you masquerade as. You are mine and you always will be."

You bury your face into his chest, crying harder and harder, silently you plead for your mother to find you to save you. You don't want to belong to the demon again…

I have an interesting twist I'd like to implement into the story for who her mother could be…. But we'll talk about that some other time.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fantasy 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Curtis Everett

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Curtis and Whimsy.

Summary: the bookshop window holds intrigue for both buyer and seller.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Jake always says Curtis should go outside more. Coming from Jake, it could be an insult. He takes the advice that day. It might not be that dumb.

It's an excuse really. He's 'cleaning' the windows. Busying himself as he waits. For her, of course. Like he does every day.

He gave up trying to pretend a while ago. Seeing her pass by helps him track the time that drags by. He should be happy. He's no longer standing out in the sun, getting burnt as he holds a sign or lays tar. He has his shop but it's just not enough. It's lonely.

Jake laughed. Well, he typed LMAO when Curtis said so. A lone wolf like him, lonely? Don't call me that, Jensen.

He pulls the squeegee down. The sun might be a little less cruel if he wore anything lighter than black. He never pays much attention to the forecast.

He checks the time through the window, that old clock hanging behind the counter. She should be there soon--

Something wet splashes his leg and a squeal cuts through the air. He was so distracted trying to predict her, trying to look busy, that he hadn't heard her. She's kicked over the bucket. She stumbles over it and he turns to catch her, dropping the squeegee as he does.

"I'm so sorry," she braces his arms as she holds herself up. He feels big. Strong. She feels tiny. Especially with the bruise around her eye. "I wasn't looking--" She gently draws away and the emptiness returns. She bends to pick up the bucket and retrieves the squeegee to hand it back. "I was trying to see the books."

He looks at the window, "I'm in your way."

She stares at him as he dares to glance back. Her eyes as pensive. Does the recognise him?

"You work here? That must be wonderful."

"I... I own it." He answers.

"You own it?" She turns back to the window. "That's so cool. I always wanted to work in a bookshop. But I suppose you don't get to read all day or whatever."

"Well... I do," he tilts his head.

"Oh," she utters dreamily. She goes rigid and looks around him. She gulps. "I'm going to be late."

"Sorry," his chest pits. "I didn't mean to get in your way."

"No, I should've looked," she smiles but it's not quite that. She looks forelorn. "I gotta go."

"Sure," he says. "Be safe."

"Yeah, get dry," she says back. "Sorry again."

She flits past him. He's sweating and for more than the sun. He puts the squeegee in the bucket and sighs. He looks down, only then feeling the moisture up his leg and in his soles.

He retreats inside. He puts the cleaning stuff in the back and goes back to his seat. He can't focus enough to pick the book up again. He balances the till. He'll get the after work rush and have to do it again. He doesn't mind.

When he sees her again, her head is down. That man she's with walks ahead of her, stomping. She follows, hugging herself as she hides from the sunlight. He remembers how it shone in her eyes. Now she's cast in gloom.

It makes him mad. How can someone have her only to make her miserable? She deserves better.

His chest churns. He thinks of those meetings. He thought the others were a bit pathetic but they aren't so different. And they aren't entirely wrong.

He's doing her harm by not doing anything. He's as guilty as the man who makes her cry. The same one who put that swell in her cheek. He balls his fists.

He doesn't think. He grabs the copy of Wuthering Heights from the window. The one he painted himself in hopes she'd stop and admire it.

He doesn't know what he's doing. He locks the door. It's like before. Prowling like a cat in the shadows but it's still so bright he feels exposed.

The way home is made longer by the racing beat of his heart. He watches them go inside. The curtains are drawn. Fuck.

He paces around her balcony. Go back, Curt. You're being stupid.

Fuck it.

He climbs the tree. He drops onto the balcony just before a pair of pedestrians turn the corner. He catches his breath as he frees the book from under his arm. He's still not sure what's next.

He listens at the door. The man is yelling. She cries out and there's a thump. He winces.

He knew it all along but that's the proof he needs. More than he should have waited for.

He opens the screen door. The inner door is unlocked. He lets himself in.

"What the fuck--" The man doesn't finish his confused holler as Curtis hurls the book at his head.

The woman squeals from the floor. Curtis has his hands around the monster's neck. He can't think. He sees red. Literally. He sees himself smashing this man's nose to a pile of mush.

Something snags his arm. It's her. He stops and falls off of the other man, heaving as he shakily wipes his face with his bloodied knuckles. She keeps a hold of him.

"Please, don't do anymore," she pleads.

He looks at her. The bow of her lips is traced in her own blood. He snarls and closes his fist again. A few more hits and he'll dislocated his ring finger. He doesn't care.

He gets to his knees as the other man snivels and scrambles over the floor. She tugs his back.

"No," she uses all her weight to hold him back. He lets her. "Who--" she pauses and looks at the book near his foot. His lips part. How does he explain this?

"I'm sorry," his hand shakes as he lets it open, resting it over his knees. "He hurt you--"

"How... how..." she babbles.

The man approaches and Curtis is quick. He moves between them. He deflects the man's weak punch and shoves him so he sprawls.

"It doesn't matter how," he snarls as he reaches behind him, clasping onto her wrist. "You're leaving. Now."

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Imagine yet another scenario with the Player being a parental figure to Doey or specifically, the three kids that make up Doey ( Matthew, Kevin and Jack ). The Player just being an absolutely doting parent with as much affection and attention the kids want 🥹🫂

This ask reminds me of these drawings by leydraw. If you have the time, maybe check it out! Also, this takes place while the Player is still in the factory.

If you like my work, please consider commissioning me or leaving a tip on Ko-fi (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Mathew, Kevin and Jack & parental Player

★ You want to give them all the hugs, so you do. Matthew might act like he’s too "grown-up" for being babied, but don't be fooled. He adores every moment of it. Kevis is shyer and still unsure of you, if you try to touch him, he might get upset. So good luck there. But Jack? He soaks up every bit of love the Player has.

★ He finds some scraps of food? "Oh, good job! It's very kind of you to think about others." You say. Patting Doey on the back for his efforts. Every little accomplishment is met with praise. Because sometimes It's the little things that matter.

★ The Player’s soft spot for Doey quickly grows into a bond. Over time, Doey’s guard lowers. Though he’s naturally self-reliant, he starts to see the Player as someone who he can ask for help. Each time you tell him you're there for him, he believes you a little more.

★ After seeing everything he does for the Safe Haven, you make the decision to step up and help. He shouldn't need to take care of everyone by himself. Not anymore. So, you start to clean up the rooms whenever Doey isn't looking.

★ He sees cleaning the Safe Haven as "his job" and feels guilty if you do it for him. If he catches the Player tidying up without him, he’s immediately defensive. “Hey, that’s my job! You don’t have to do that!” Panicking ever so slightly.

★ Jack loved you from the beginning. From the first time the Player showed him kindness, he was attached. And he’s not afraid to show his need for attention, saying things like, “Can I sit with you?” or “Look what I found! Isn’t it cool?” Whenever Jack feels scared, he holds your hand.

★ Whenever the player tells Jack about the world outside the factory, his imagination runs wild. Thinking about all the animals, food and places he has vague memories of. “I think... I remember the smell of pancakes, what real?” he asks softly. Unsure what memories are his.

★ Mathew warmed up to you after Jack. Even as Jack ran up to the Player with open arms, Matthew hangs back, watching from a distance. Still wondering if the Player’s kindness is genuine or just an act. Over time he begins to realize that you genuinely care. If you hadn't, why would you have stayed?

★ Despite acting older than he really is, Mathew still wants the Players attention. He tries very hard to present himself as the mature one. But you know better. A simple “Good job, Matthew!” can make his day, even if he just responds with “Oh! Um, thanks.”

★ Kevin is the last to accept you. He didn't like you at all, because you were an employee. But the more the care you show, the more Kevin lets down his guard. He doesn't even realize how much he likes you until he finds himself feeling jealous over Jack and Mathew.

★ “Maybe they’re not all bad,” he begrudgingly admits to himself. Kevin might not openly seek the Player’s attention, but his actions speak louder than words. He starts lingering nearby, pretending to focus on something else but clearly hoping they’ll include him.

★The first time Kevin lets the Player hug him, it's after a particularly rough day. He approached you looking for support. Grabbing onto your shirt and refusing to look in your eyes. Though he’s initially stiff, he slowly relaxes into the embrace. Finally, allowing himself to trust you.

[aurora-starlight-silly]

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THERE SHE IS ! MY GIRL ! YAYY !

Sooo hem this was just supposed to lil doodles but this ended up like this... ._.

It's fine lol, I love it !!!

You can finally see aurora being something else than happy ! You see that ??? :0

Also if this doesn't get attention I'm going to cry/j cuz this took me 11 hours. :)

Just kidding it'd be fine if nobody would care :>

Alot of yapping and things about aurora, credit, and speedpaint under the cut !:

Wooo, more expressions ! Wwait- first crédit !

So you can see lib there, and also the book from this art, they are both by @soul100 :D !!!

So, yapping !:

It's cool to see her actually having negative émotions too, I luv seeing her happy but I have to show her sad side too :D

I mean, she DOES know she had an au and a family with poeple who loved her in the past but doesn't remember anything abt them and will never be able to know anything abt them or meet them and will probally never be able to find her first friend after being alone so long and can't find him because there is an infinite number of places to search in....that's not all btw- that's just what you know

Jk just wanted to show she's got trauma too >:D

-Anyways, so there in the bottom left, she's thinking abt what her au and family could had been like, wish she will maybe never know

- The one where there's lib, he was probally waiting for her and she just appeared :3

-In top of the one with lib, she just saw something bad or something, probally chaos or something idk but man I missed drawing a character crying :)

-In the middle, she's either encouraging someone, saying hi to someone, or just having fun ^^

-On the bottom of the one in the middle, well I can reveal this now, when she uses her magic this happends, also thz kind of ''shadow'' on her eyes's not there (idk how to explain), and she glows more ! (And there's her weapon YAY !)

Btw the first ever time I saw aurora in my mind she had this so it's cool :)

-On the bottom of this one, she's eating an oreo, I wonder where she got it from... :p

NOW TOP RIGHT ! I JUST REALISED SHE'S SUCH A CAT !!!!

So @bigassfuckingmushroom's headcanon of her scarf going up (I forgot the right word 😭) when she's angry made me want to do it, and that made me think WHAT IF HER SCARF MOVED LIKE A CAT TAIL ?!!? Sooo now when she's angry/bothered/grumpy/and more her scarf moves like a cat's tail mire hzhakdgzjcs

And !!! Also her scarf becomes more fluffy when she's scared/very angry/anxious ! (Especially when scared)

Also when she's sad her aurora borealises colors are less bright. And when she's litteraly ded her aurora borealises colors are just gone :`D

Mouahahahaha

Okay so on the bottom of this one there she's sleeping ! Yay ! She DOES actually sleep !

Also yeah she just takes a pillow and sleeps next to the only three there's in her home. That's it. ._.

And on the bottom I was listening to dandelions so I wanted to do something like this, and she would totally wish something like that, also to see if it works <3

NOW THE SPEEDPAINT !!! BECAUSE WHY NOT !!

Hope you enjoyed !! :3

[mekkyz-dubz]

Sparklecare Preboot Review + Departure

Just finished reading the preboot, although I'm not good at critiquing it, here are some thoughts:

I think the original premise of the preboot looks pretty good by today's standards since people wanted to relate their experience to the comic and the colorful aspect of the comic but not everyone is a cup of tea. The writing looks okay, but there are a few good jokes in the comic and some disturbing things here which is why the reboot had better writing from volume 1 to 3. For example, Dr. Livings is very gross due to his necrophiliac fantasy. He looks like a failed Tumblr sexyman that thank god, will not happen in the reboot. The only part that made me chuckle is when Doom killed Miley Smiley with a shredder and President Meat. I honestly wish someone would redesign the preboot President Meat into their own OC. The art style has improved in mid-chapter 1 and then chapter 2 and the writing has slightly stepped up in chapter 2 too.

To be honest, I think it's a pretty good comic to enjoy. Sure, it has pretty disturbing stuff like Kid Dies puking on a fetus but other than that, it's okay. I had to admit, I would've read this preboot if I had stopped playing Roblox back in 2017 and thought it was very cool because I have missed out on everything and I did not even have a social media or even make a Tumblr account when I was 13, meaning I had to focus much on the school back in the elementary. If Kittycorn had to rethink the preboot, she would've tried to soft-reboot instead and remove anything related to bad things like Dr. Livings. Sometimes I missed being a teen.

To anyone what I think of the reboot, it has fixed many issues but up until volume 3, the writing has fallen off and the art style has downgraded with line art becoming limited. That's all I can say about it. As for rating of the reboot, I'll give it 7.5/10.

Rating: 6.5/10

If you're curious on where to read or you want to revisit Sparklecare back in the preboot days, here are the links which you can download it since Wayback Machine is not pretty good at sorting the entire pages, although I don't recommend supporting Kittycorn because she was into very problematic themes.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Now I mentioned about the departure earlier so here is what I can say. To all leakers, the community, and the former ZCP members who were teaming up against Kit's true colors, I just wanted to say thank you all for preserving Kittycorn's works and exposing what she was doing. I had a roller coaster of emotions after learning about Kittycorn, though I'm glad people were archiving her contents before she took off every social media and trying to hide it with her different alias if possible.

It was nice talking to you guys. In the end, people will either forget about the comic or come back for their retrospective only to find out the creator being outed as a problematic hanging out with predators, or vice versa. If anything goes well, I'm gonna try to mute the tags related to Sparklecare on social media since I want nothing to do with them unless briefly discussing about it or anything goes big, but don't expect much.

Thank you for reading! I'm gonna step back and try to focus on things like video games, drawing or music.

[cloudyempress]

Oh!! It's my first time being tagged in something! Thank you @darthwhorecrux ❤️❤️

What's the origin of your username? It's the same as my wattpad username. I just wanted a cute sounding name, with dreamy aspects to complement my personality. So "cloudyempress" is just a way of saying that I'm ruling the clouds/dreams. A bit childish, but I like it!

OTP(s) + shipname: Ichihime (of course, my babies), Ulquihime, CoAi (Conan and Ai from Detective Conan), ShinRan (Shinichi and Ran from Detective Conan as well), Kishigo (Kishu and Ichigo from Tokyo Mew Mew), Zelink (Link and Zelda), Clauleth (Claude and Byleth also from FE Three Houses), DimiMari (Dimitri and Marianne from Three Houses too). I have many others I love but these are all my faves, I think?

Favourite colour: Pink <3

Song stuck in my head: June is better than July by Sledges. Never in my life had I heard a song that pulled me into the 2010's so quickly.

Weirdest habit/trait: I always need to be drinking tea. Like, straight green tea 24/7. I think I go through 6 cups on a good day, more than that if it's a rough one.

Hobbies: Writing (of course), learning in general (history, literature, languages, etc.), coloring, sewing, playing videogames, watching anime and reading manga, baking.

If you could have any job you wish what would you have? Actually, I wish I could be a housewife. But aside from that, I think child psychologist fits me best!

Something you’re good at: Teaching. Sometimes my teachers would delegate classes to me, and I also taught catechism to children for a while.

Something you hate: Dirty/Messy people. I cannot stand anywhere in my house being dirty. I also HATE yelling!

Something you forget: I actually forget entire events that happens in a day if I don't write them down, courtesy of years of domestic abuse. But outside of that I have a pretty good memory so I don't forget facts/knowledge that's taught to me.

Your love language: Acts of service. I have a bit of a Cinderella complex and I'm the little sister of the family, so I go around serving/helping others.

Fave movies/shows: Bleach, Detective Conan, Inuyasha, Kamisama Hajimemashita, Sugar Sugar Rune, Sailor Moon, Mo Dao Zu Shi, Blood plus, the Apothecary Diaries, Bewitched, W two worlds, I hear your voice, Crash Landing on You, Demon Slayer, Heathers, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, and I'm probably forgetting 20 more.

Favourite food: Sweet? Cake! Honey and Carrot Cake! But if we're talking savory food, probably popcorn or sushi!

Favourite animal: Bunnies! I also like lambs, sheeps and cats!

What were you like as a child? I was a very shy child. Also a major crybaby. The good thing was that I tended to have a lot of male friends and they'd be very protective of me ig.

Favourite subject in school: Literature, History and Biology are all tied here.

Least favourite subject: Technical drawing. I can't do a straight line to save my life 😔

What’s your best character trait? I like to think that I'm very sweet. I don't want to make others feel bad so I try my best to make them feel happy or comforted.

What’s your worst character trait? I have BPD so that speaks for itself. I will catastrophize everything and become depressed very quickly, specially when I'm off my meds.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I just want a loving husband. That's all. Well, maybe a couple million dollars too 🥺

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Jesus! Or if it's more modern, I wanna talk to Michael Jackson. He just seems like a cool person.

I would tag someone, but I'm sure everyone I know has already been tagged lol

Get to know mutuals ^-^ tagged by @bankaizen (thank you for the tag ❤️)

I'm sorry, it's so long!! I'm putting it behind the read more for easier reading.

What’s the origin of your username? It's a song by Armand Van Helden! He's one of my favourite DJs haha.

OTP(s) + shipname: TUna LMAO (Tidus/Yuna) from FFX, Fanille (Fang/Vanille from FFXIII), Touya/Yukito from CCS, GinRan and Unohana/Isane from Bleach. Yakuza: Daigo/Mine. Also a big fan of Canon Character/OCs!!!

Favourite colour: Turquoise/teal - most of my fountain pen inks are in that colour range lol

Song stuck in my head: The Macrodata Refinement Dance Party mixed by ODESZA

Weirdest habit/trait: If I'm at a restaurant, I fold my used napkins neatly to be disposed of.

Hobbies: I have a lot! Aside from writing, there are:

(junk) journaling, which in turn, lead me to my stationery and fountain pen hobbies

playing the piano (been playing since I was 5)

swimming (was a competitive swimmer for most of my child and teenage years)

I garden in the spring/summertime

I also love to cook and have done dinner parties for my friends (but I don't enjoy baking)

I'm also into photography

I wish I had more time in the day for it, but I also try to do some language learning!

If you could have any job you wish what would you have? A food/travel writer/reviewer!

Something you’re good at: I've been told I'm good at giving advice and listening to people. Personally I'm very good at directions! There have been a few times where I've been stopped on the street and helped people navigate their way around.

Something you hate: Oranges :(, I can't stand the colour, the smell and the taste.

Something you forget: Hmmm not sure! I guess phone numbers. I only remember the numbers of my immediate family...

Your love language: Gift giving! I love getting people gifts and try hard to get something meaningful and/or practical. I'll try to remember little details about my friends and find something along the lines of that. I also love receiving gifts lol.

Favourite movies/shows: Ahhh so many! For animanga: Bleach, Samurai Champloo, xxxHOLiC, Sailor Moon, JJBA Diamond is Unbreakable. For movies: Spirited Away, Sorry to Bother You, Drive, Kill Bill Vol 2, Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, The Fall. Shows: Hannibal, Regular Show, 30 Rock, Prison Playbook (k-drama), Hotel del Luna (k-drama), Racket Boys (k-drama).

Favourite food: Too many... I think I could eat soup dumplings/xiaolongbao by the bucket loads. Or Sri Lankan crab curry mmmm. I also can't say no to chocolate cake 🫣

Favourite animal: bears!!! I know they could kill me, but why are they friend-shaped :(

What were you like as a child? I was an easygoing child and VERY curious. I would wake up in the middle of the night to do "science" experiments. Like one time I woke up around 3am and I dug up the front yard to find "cool rocks" 💀 or buy mentos from the local convenience store, wait for everyone to go to bed, then sneak into the kitchen and put the mentos in my parents 2L coke bottle to see it explode LMAO.

Favourite subject in school: i've been in school for too long: french & geography -> science -> physics -> biology -> advanced health economics for low and middle-income countries & biostatistics

Least favourite subject: Wood working... to avoid a fail, I asked the guy who had a crush on me to help me with my final project 🫣 I also hated organic chemistry in undergrad.

What’s your best character trait: I've been told I'm very caring and calming to be around! I had a friend describe me as a "human version of a spa" 💀

What’s your worst character trait? I cut people out of my life very easily. I think I should be more forgiving, but I just... can't get passed whatever slight was made to me/loved ones. I'm trying to be understanding and compassionate, but I also don't want you near me ever again lol.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I hope trump and his administration dies. In my immediate life? I'd like a higher salary.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? It is definitely a tie between Johann Sebastian Bach and Muzio Clementi!! They are my favourite composers. My piano exam repertoire for the Baroque and Classical periods were from their piano repertoire. I have so much fun playing them and would love to learn their thought processes.

I tag: @soprawrites @villainsrtasty @nail-art-no-jutsu @muzansfangs @snuggetfish @if-dreams-do-come-true and any others who want to do this too (also feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do this, no obligation at all!!)

[marauderingpaige]

Okay, but if I don’t see Jesus Christ on a motorbike in season three I think I might cry.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[moeblob]

So does he, Gallagher.

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

[robotsafari]

i had a dream where something was off with riku’s shadow…

(this art is so sucks i made this when i was tired and less experienced which ended up making riku look so much skinnier than how i normally draw him post-kh2 can you stop engaging it with pretty pweeease)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

friend notoriously bad at videogames said shed play marvel rivals with me tomorrow chat if i never post after tomorrow night its because a blood vessel bursted

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

i've had a vision of aiden and black magic by little mix and now i'm knee deep in a modern magic au where aiden sells cheesy love potions by being hot (it's a scam)

[aibouart]

apparently never posted these tiny guys from last year?? or i didn't tag it correctly if i had

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TOBY/Pastavee he/him Babyvee she/he/they Shitvee they/them

[bacchuschucklefuck]

since more of like the class swap etc started going up every once in a while there will be a question in my inbox that would take me literally multiple comics' worth of art to answer adequately lol. and I don't wanna do that under an ask I want that to have its own space! so if I don't answer ur question know that it's probably that^ above there and not that I think ur question sucks

[harvestmoth]

more rejuv things but its. its just this guy again, im sorry shes all i can draw