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Okay you know what? If no one else is gonna do it, i will. I give you: Destiel!Steddie >:)
(mentions of suicidal ideations below, for one little blurb; if you want to skip it, do not read from "The angel looks sad.." to "Pushing past that the best he could,". plus there is now self harm (? kinda, (MENTIONING HERE:) eddie cuts his palm to draw a sigil w/blood like in the show) and mentions of torture and hell if that counts as a tw/cw! read carefully, friend!)
If dying wasnât bad enough, and crawling his ass out of his own grave (thank you Wayne for not cremating him like a hunter should be) wasnât the worst thing thatâd Eddie ever had to do, being backed into a rickety old abandoned barn absolutely covered in various warding sigils while whatever it was thatâd left that raised handprint scar on his shoulder is still fighting itâs way through the door, may be it.
Had they been anywhere near any coast, Eddieâd think it was just a hurricane they hadnât thought to figure into their smiting plans, but they were in the middle of the damn prairies and this goddamn barn creaked and groaned and against the battering winds (and also something maybe definitely not natural).
He and Wayne were shoulder to shoulder, shotguns at the ready, taking worrying glances back and forth through to the night sky between the boards that make up the barnâs roof and to the door in front of them. The hairs on the back of Eddieâs neck have been standing on end since they finished the last sigil, and despite pulling all his hair up off the back of his neck, those hairs have a thick sheen of cold sweat glazed over top of them.
Both their gazes snap back to the main doors of the barn as they fly open. Shotguns raised immediately to theâŠman(? Nope, not man. Canât be, can it?) walking slowly and methodically over salt lines and sigil after sigil carved into the floor. (Okay, maybe just man..)
This man (Creature? Thing? WhateverâŠ) is probably the most handsome person Eddieâs seen in his whole life. Heâs got sun-kissed skin adorned with freckles, and very floofy and soft-looking sandy colored hair. And that only makes what they are about to do that much sadder. Sigh, goodbye beautiful man.
Eddie and Wayne spare the smallest glance to each other before letting shells fly into the manâs torso as he strides closer. Each light hanging from the ceiling explodes as he walks under it, showering him with glowing orange sparks.
What the fuck?? Eddieâs heart had already been hammering in his chest, but now it was going so fast it felt like it was about to vibrate right out of his skin. He had a quick thought about how in the hell Wayneâs old man heart was handling this, but fuck, heâs been through way more than Eddie had.
Bullet after bullet, shot after shot, did nothing to stall whatever creature this was. He just kept gliding forward, completely unaffected.Â
He and Wayne shared a panicked glance and quickly abandoned their shotguns, each picking up something else to try and kill this thing. Eddie grips the First Blade tight and turns. Itâs already there. Looking at him inâŠrelief?
âWhat are you?â he growls at the intruder.
âI am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.â It says (in a smooth, lovely voice), like itâs the simplest thing in the world.
âOh yeah? Thanks for that.â Eddie lunges forward and stabs his knife directly into the creatureâs chest.
Nothing happens. Ok, not demon then.
Eddie is stunned, leaving the hilt sticking out from the thingâs ridiculous yellow sweater, he backs away.
The thing looks down at his chest, then back up at Eddie, something like exasperated fondness painted over his features, then raises his hand and pulls the knife out. He drops it to the floor, its focus still trained on Eddie.
Eddie glances at Wayne, and sees his uncle raise a crowbar to the creature and swing. Eddie can see this thingâs beautiful hazel eyes harden in the fraction of a second it takes Wayne to swing, then it throws an arm out to his right, catching Wayneâs blow and turning the rest of his body to face him. His other hand comes up and he places two fingers to Wayneâs forehead. Wayneâs face droops and he drops to the floor.
The thing drops the iron crowbar and turns back to Eddie, looking even more exasperated. âWe need to talk, Theodore. Alone.â
âLike hell we do. And donât call me that.â Eddie ignores the creature and skirts around him to check on Wayne. He crouches down and checks his pulse. Perfectly fine. And..is he snoring?
âYour friendâs alive.â the creature tells him, offhandedly, while he paws through one of the books he and Wayne had brought with them.
âHeâs my uncle. Now, who the hell are you.â
âMy name would be incomprehensible to you, Theodore.â
âWell then what do I call you? Also seriously, cut it out with the âTheodoreâ crap.â
âWhat am I to call you then?â
âTell me yours and Iâll tell you mine.âÂ
The thing smiles at him, âCall me..Steve.â
Eddieâs face scrunches up âSteve? Really?â Steve nods.
âWell okay thenâŠIâm Eddie. Not Theodore. No one calls me Theodore.â
âVery well, Eddie.â He goes back to Wayneâs book in his hands.
âOkay. Now, again, what the hell are you?â
âI am an angel of the Lord.â
âRight. Let me clarify. What are you, really?â
He looks at him then, head cocked and brows furrowed. (Cute. What the fuck shut the fuck up no he isnât!) âDo you not believe me?â He places the book down where it was and turns to face him.
Eddie snorts âNo.â
âThis is your problem, Eddie, you have no faith.â he smirks crookedly at him.
Suddenly, thunder crashes outside the barn and lights up the thing in front of him. Each flash of the light reflects the shadows of huge wings on the wall and ceiling behind him, growing and unfurling to a huge span, despite the significant lack of tangible feathery appendages
After his little show, Steve ducks his head slightly, his eyes still boring into Eddie. Had he not blinked this whole time?
âSome angel you are,â Eddie scoffs at him âYou burned that womanâs eyes out of her skull.â He fights back a shudder thinking back to that particular sight.
Steve actually has the audacity to look slightly embarrassed at that. âI warned her not to try and see my true visage. Most are unable to perceive my true formâŠor my true voice.â
Eddie knows what heâs talking about immediately âThat ear-splitting, window-shattering sound in the gas station after I came back. That was your real voice?â
âYes. Some people, someâŠspecial people, are able to hear me as I am. I believed you were one of those people. I was mistaken.â
âUh huh, and so what visage are you in now? Holy middle school teacher?â
The angel looks down at himself and pulls at the ruined yellow sweater and jeans. âThis is a vessel.â
âYouâre possessing some poor bastard?â
The angel looks sad. âNo. He was a broken man. One who did not wish to be of this earth any longer. We made a deal: I brought him to heaven and he gave me the use of his body.â
Oh. Damn. And Eddie just shot and stabbed the poor guy.
Pushing past that the best he could, Eddie continues. âIâm not buying what youâre selling pal. Why would an angel be sent to pull me outta hell.â
He was trying to be rhetorical, but Steve answers anyway. âGood things do happen.â
âNot in my experience they donât.â
Steve furrows his brows. âWhatâs the matter, Eddie?â he steps closer, seeming to look right through him. He must come to some conclusion because he says âYou do not think you deserve to be saved.â
Oof. Looks like he peered right into Eddieâs soul for that one.Â
âYou are important, Theodore Munson,â
âDonât call me that like you know me, motherfucker.â Eddie spits out.
Steve cocks his head once again, eyes looking both confused and angry. âI do know you, Theodore Munson. I stitched your body, soul, and very existence back together with my grace." He steps closer, crowding in close to Eddie, who does not waver from his spot. âI know you completely. Body and soul. And you are important.â
Trying his damndest not to be flustered at that, Eddie says âAnd who decided that?â
Steve smirks âGod.â
He reaches out and places his hand directly over the scar on Eddieâs shoulder and suddenly heâs waking up(???) on the floor of the barn. Wayne is stirring beside him as well, grumbling out a long string of curse words.
Sunlight peeks through the barn walls, and the angel is gone. âJesus H. Christ!â
âââ
The two hunters are silent all the way back to Wayneâs.
As soon as they step across the threshold, Eddie drops his duffel and starts to pace across Wayneâs open kitchen/living room.
âWhat can this even mean? Was he serious? Angels, Wayne! Angels?! We need to do research, we need to figure out wards and how to kill themâŠâ He was rambling, mostly to himself, keeping Wayneâs inevitable questions at bay.
He didnât want to believe what the strikingly beautiful man had said in that barn, but Eddie knew better. Even before the proof of the creature easily walking past all their known warding spells and sigils.
Eddie knew where he was before he wasnât. Before heâd clawed his way out of a shallow grave that had looked like a bombâd gone off right over where the center of his chest wouldâve been, the trees surrounding all collapsed outward around him when heâd emerged.
Eddie knew he had been in hell, and had been tortured for 30 years.
Beaten. Tortured. Killed. Ripped apart. Stitched whole again for his tormentors to start all over.
Then the real kicker: heâd swapped places. For what seemed to be 10 more years, he did the torturing.
Thatâs what made this whole thing so unbelievable. Not that heaven and hell existed, he knew better, but that the big man himself sent one of his own to pull him out of hell. That Eddie was worth saving, that he hadnât done the things heâd done while down there. Obviously God would know, had to know, what heâd done. And yet.
âWhere are we even going to find shit like that?â Eddie asks aloud.
âOnly one place to start, my boy.â
Eddie looks up in time to catch the book Wayne tossed at him.Â
Oh. Duh. It was a bible.
âI donât think this will help us, Wayne.â
âTrue, maybe not this version.â Wayne scrubs the scruff on his chin with one hand, the other on his hip. âWonder what the oldest version of that book is that we can get our hands on.â
âMuseum? Church?â Eddie aimlessly flips through the bible, thinking of what ruse heâd have to pull together to get his hands on an old enough copy.
âI donâ think I have it in me to pretend to be a nun.â Wayne beats him to it.
Eddie snorts, âDonât sell yourself short, old man, you could pull it off if you wanted.â He sits down at Wayneâs old home computer and turns it on. âI wonder if there are any archive scans of some old as shit ones online.â
Hours of research later (mostly to do with how slow Wayneâs connection was), the two hunters had a couple possible warding/banishing sigils, the main one of which (and the most repeated) needed to be drawn in the userâs own blood.
âNo word on how long itâll stay active?â Wayne asks from his seat in front of his fireplace after Eddie explains what heâd found.
âNothing, just that it must be drawn in the userâs own blood.â Eddie reads from his notes âMaybe that means you can paint one by your recliner and be able to use it forever.â
Wayne scoffs and takes another drink of his beer. Eddie moves towards the front door, flipping open his knife. âIâm gonna put one by the front door for now, I guess weâll see if it works if Stevie boy shows his mug around here again.â
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you boy?â Wayne laughs.
âShut it, old man.â
â--
About a month had passed since first meeting the angel who pulled him out of hell.
Eddie wanted to believe that it wasnât real, pretend the longer that they went without seeing Steve, that the whole thing was just their imagination. Or something.
Obviously if heaven needed him for something, Steve wouldâve been back sooner, right?
Well tough luck for him, because a month and a half after that night in the barn, a beautiful vision of sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, and sunflower yellow sweater materialized in Wayneâs kitchen in a gust of wind.
Eddie definitely didnât drop the toast heâd been munching on in surprise, nor did his hands fly downward in embarrassment of being caught in just his boxers.
Okay maybe he did.
âJesus H. Christ! A little fuckinâ warning maybe??â
Steveâs eyebrows scrunched together as he looked the other man up and down. âMy apologies, Eddie, what would you like me to do next time?â
Eddie blinked at him, surprised that the angel was willing. âWell I know it must be great and real convenient to just appear where you want, but we have a door you know.â Eddie gestures towards the front door, âYou could always appear there and oh, i donât know, knock?â
The angel looks towards where Eddie had indicated, face still scrunched in confusion. âVery well, Eddie, I will do just that.â and blinked away.
Before he could react, Eddie hears a knock on the front door. âDamn, that worked? Coming!â he yells, heading to the door.
He pulls it open, only to find the front porch empty.
âWhat in the hell? How the fuck do you know what a ding-dong-ditch is?!?â He yells to nothing and slams the door back closed.
âI do not.â Steveâs voice comes from directly behind him.
âFucking hell!â Eddie spins around, âWhat happened to knocking??â
Impossibly, the angel manages to look even more confused. âI did knock. Then I came right back to the kitchen to find you gone.â
All Eddie can do is laugh. âYou are something else, Stevie,â he pats the other manâs shoulder and scoots around him to the steps. âJust stay down here, I will be right back as soon as Iâm dressed.â
He sees Steveâs hand raise, fingers poised to snap andâ
âThere, now you are dressed, can I pleaseââ
âDammit, I can dress myself!â Eddie immediately starts pulling off the suit jacket Steve had decided he should be dressed in. âJust⊠stay down here, take over Wayneâs armchair, I donât care, I will be right back, âkay?â
He turns and trudges up the stairs to change, âWhere the hellâd he even find this suit?â Admittedly, he did a good job. The red shirt and black tie with the black suit is about what heâd pick for himself, but he doesnât even remember owning a red dress shirt.
Eddie pulls on a well-worn pair of black jeans and an even more well-loved Metallica tee, grabbing up one of Wayneâs flannels and his pocket knife as he heads back out of his room and down the stairs.
Heâs almost at the bottom of the stairs when he comes to the sigil heâd drawn on the stairwell wall. Hidden from the front doorâs view, but close enough to use if needed. He places his palm in the middleâŠnothing extraordinary happens.
âStevie? You there?â
âYes, Eddie, I am here.â
Damn, so a month and a half is no good. âOkay, just making sure you didnât leave.â He hears Steveâs footsteps coming closer to the stairwell. Shit. Eddie Flips open his knife and cuts his palm, quickly drawing a new sigil beside the old one. âAlmost done, be down soon.â
Steve appears at the bottom of the stairwell as Eddie finishes and steps down the last couple steps. âSee, this is what Eddie really is, not that monkey suit crap you had me in before.â
Steveâs face scrunches âI think I prefer the suit.â
âWell I donât.â Thereâs a slight pause, âHey Steve?â
âYes Eddie?â
âSorry about this in advance, tell me all about it when you get back?â Itâs a risky time to try a one-liner, just in case this doesnât work and the angel gets pissed, but he couldnât resist.
âEddie, what are youââ Eddie slams his hand to the new sigil and the house is engulfed in a blinding white light.
He opens his eyes, and Steve is gone. âStevie? You there?â
Nothing.
âWell, let's see how long this takes.â He pulls out his phone and starts a timer.
â
Itâs about 3 and a half hours until Steve returns.
Eddie hears the flap of wings and pulls out his phone to stop the timer.
âThree and a half hours seems pretty long when you can just teleport everywhere, Stevie.â
âI was unable to return until just now.â
He turns to face the angel from where heâs been crafting the most sandwich of all sandwiches, and the laugh on his lips dies before it can even begin.
Steve looks like a kicked, dejected puppy. Eyebrows pulled up, eyes wide and shining, plump, kissable lips pulled taught and downward into a pout.
âOh Stevie, donât look so dejected.â Eddie muses and turns away before he can do something stupid like pull the other man into a hug and pepper his face with kisses until he smiles again. Not like Eddie been thinking about it or anything, gotta tamp down the idea though, right?
âYou want a sammich? That mustâve taken a lot out of you.â
âNo, Eddie, I do not want a sandwich. I want you to tell me why you used a banishing sigil on me.â
âDonât get your panties in a twist, angel, I can assume youâre a good guy all I want but I wanted to make sure what I found would get rid of others like you just in case.â he picks up his finished sandwich and turns to face Steve, leaning back against his mess on the counter as he takes a bite, speaking around his mouthful. âWhereâd you end up, anyway?â
The angelâs face had morphed into an angry frown (at least it looked like anger; it didnât seem like conveying emotions was something heâd gotten a grasp on yet.) âA small town in Indiana.â
âReally? Indiana? You donât immediately get thrown back up to heaven?â
âNo, we are just blasted backwards from the sigil. We are unable to return to that spot until the ward wears off.â
Eddie swallows âYou said âweâ. There are more of you then.â
âOf course there are, Eddie, I have many brothers and sisters.â
âAre all of them the good guys then? Wonât try to hurt anyone?â
âOf course not.â
âWell if they do, at least we know that this sigil will work to get rid of them.â
Steve pondered that for a moment. âPlease do be careful with that sigil, Eddie. If an angel is heavily injured, the sigil may banish them from existence permanently, not just from you.â
âGood to know, thanks Stevie.â he takes another bite of his sandwich. âNow, what is it that you needed?â
Part 2 is here!! | NOW ON AO3
#destiel#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson#dean winchester#castiel#bobby singer#spn#st#stranger things#supernatural#if anyone was going to do it#it might as well have been me#destiel was my first ship#destiel!steddie
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#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#gojo satoru#megumi fushiguro#jjk art#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk leaks#pulled another allnighter fr Angst's sake cries i havent slept.......but i couldnt help myself i was out all DAY i hadnt drawn all DAY#do u know what that does to a mf i felt all antsy and Wrong#so i cracked an energy drink i think i may have a problem honestly but hey at least u get ur daily dose of megumi angst#remember how i said i considered including gojo in the yuuji/tsumiki/megu squared train piece#well this is me making up fr Not including him there#i ws right his and megumi's relationship deserves its own homage smile :)#anyway @ anon who wanted a gojo/megumi hug.....ik it's not exactly a hug but you can forgive me im sure <3#dare i say it's better than hugs jeremy.....#honestly fr all my gripes w gojo i Did get kind of emo abt this?? but i feel like. the majority of my emotions r on megumi's behalf#also might have been the mukashi mukashi no kyou no boku on repeat that'll also do it#seriously debated putting translated lyrics as the caption but it feels like a copout doing 2 lyric-captions in a row#also i do have some shame. miku lyrics r a bit.#anyway art notes uhhhhh finally got gojo's hair to not look Yuuji#who knew the trick was to make it longer smh maybe sleep deprivation n 10 hours of staring at a screen Does make simple problems hard#oh file name 'proud of you' btw
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"Good" Acting
i have a theory that a lot of people say acting is "good" when they're emotionally moved by it, and a lot of cishet white people have a lifelong habit of not listening or empathising when minoritised people speak, so minority actors get called "bad" even when they display some pretty fucking amazing technical skill
#also a lot of female actors don't get recognised despite being fucking GOOD#that's not to say minority actors can't always be bad#of course we can#I'm just saying#sometimes#for SOME shows in particular#ahem ahem#some actors might get very heavily criticised for reasons that have very little to do with their actual technical skill#and more to do with the politics of those criticising them#also I'm not talking about me here#before anyone says that#I'm talking about some actors I know who have recently been criticised in my opinion quite unfairly#despite doing something very difficult#like oooohhh i dunno#playing two roles in the same show?#and doing it very well#displaying some amazing technical mastery of body and voice technique#but hey what do I know#oh wait I went to drama school and I'm a professional actor lol I DO know#I'm just a woman so I have to couch my expertise in cutesy self-deprecation lest people think I'm a bitch
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[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason đ and then even longer to post
#dc comics#dc#damian wayne#dick grayson#talia al ghul#batfamily#dc robin#nightwing#anyway. yes im a self-indulgent ''dick as damians secret third parent'' truther#like i DO think it's way more complex and nuanced than the schmoopy affectionate fan portrayal of it#they're brothers they're father and son they're partners they're the dynamic duo except only in past tense etc etc#but consider! I'm not immune to schmoopy affection in fanworks. it compells me despite itself#anyway it's technically not that crazy when it comes to dick and damian. they hug! often! at least they did#it's not as big a leap to these types of scenarios#also talia ''somewhat absent for complex reasons on both her and damians part but very loving and loved by her son'' al ghul#you will always be famous to me#son of the demon origin...bwahhh#anyway. someone made a comic kind of like this/like a post i made abt this topic#but way funnier bc dick and talia starting trying to beat each other up#so go look at that as well#anyway. it's been a somewhat difficult few weeks so I'm. desperately trying to take it easy#i got some reading with me (first vol of kevin smiths GA run that i found second hand and jaimes BB run vol 2!)#so we'll see how far i get through those. considering there's demons in my head telling me to re-read things (LET ME OUT!!!)#when i finish GA and BB i do plan on rereading robin 2021. as a treat to myself#it's a run I've really warmed up to as time went on#I'm keeping up w/ the current b&r run even though it is. admittedly very slow w/ some weird dialogue#i read it for the damian content more than anything. also nikas back so that's neat :]#idk I have a feeling that after absolute power shakes out we might get some more creative team switch ups#so if anyone at dc is interested in taking over the reigns on b&r...that could be very neat#mine
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What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.
⊠Separation âŠ
#content warnings for sex violence self harm and general angst#six chapters 41K words#people who have asked for longer stories of these two please give this one a look#I've watched this unfold since late may? early july? and it's been an exciting experience#I'm not a writer I think it's better than what I could've come up with#honestly though the way he managed to get inside Machete's and Vasco's heads was uncanny their mannerisms and thought processes are spot on#some of the events aren't canon but they might as well be#and most of the background details and backstory tidbits are accurate believe me he's very well versed on their lore#big history nerd so the worldbuilding is intense#you get to meet the dog pope#there's saint sebastian#roommate hijinks#it gets kind of bleak at times though so be mindful of that#it's not all fluff and good feelings#Separation#Heinaven#RoobrickMarine#own characters#own art#artists on tumblr#CanisAlbus#Vasco#Machete#anthro#sighthound#dogs#canine#animals#if you end up reading the whole thing it would be really sweet if you left a little comment as a thanks for his hard work
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guys, i think the hermits are going to accidentally start a prank war again. because just like last time, a game of telephone has begun. first, false made iskall's build into ''false beans,'' her shop from the previous season. however, to give herself plausible deniability, she signs it with "love, Joel. x" due to his username, smallishbeans.
next, iskall sees this, and completely believes it. he thinks it was joel who pranked him, and as he says to pearl while showing off the sign, which he kept even after tearing the prank down, "joel gave me a kiss." in his most recent video, he pranks joel by sending him loads of anonymous messages in order to completely spam and fill his inbox, preventing him from getting any more mail, with notes such as "thinking about you. x"
of course, joel is going to have absolutely no context for this, because he didn't make the initial prank. so who is joel going to assume sent him all those messages while he was away on holiday? well, i have a guess.
etho.
#hermitcraft#joel smallishbeans#iskall85#ethoslab#falsesymmetry#was gonna include in the post but it made it way too long that the other option is he misreads the ''x'' as xisuma signing his name#and thinks. well god now xisuma is obsessed with me too?#like wrong person buddy iskall is apparently the obsessed one now#genuinely the funniest thing is that joel is away on holiday so he will have no idea these messages all came at once.#he might think someone just like really missed him over the course of several days dskjhf#and also this is ignoring the fact that any REAL MAIL people send him will despawn and be lost forever which will possibly#result in more chaos like whyd you never reply to my mail joel :c#this is not even scratching the surface of the possible prank war also this is one tiny branch of everything. not even getting into#the hermit statues and who's been building them etc etc#sorry this situation is just so. it's sooo.
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Unsolved Mysteries.
[First] Prev <â-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#Spoilers: It was Wei Wuxian the whole time!#Once again this one was on the chopping block but I saved it for just a better comic flow.#Admittedly I do have a critique of the pacing here. Namely that we really should have ended the flashback when WWX fell.#And then gone back to present time for a bit - or even go to a different flashback.#The sense of time passing isn't as strong as it *could* be.#We get *told* three months pass and that they've been looking for WWX. But to the audience it's been...15 min.#Less than seven minutes if you count the flute playing.#This guy when through a whole aesthetic and persona shift in less time than it takes to walk through a corn field.#Guy who listened to less than half an emo album and dyed all his clothes black. And jorted all his jeans.#Timeskips can be sudden and work out just fine! I personally feel like this one would be stronger with better pacing.#Feel free to disagree with me!#In case anyone is wondering why JC and LWJ are still holding hands: 1) Haunted house episode.#2) I needed to practice drawing hand holding at some point. Might as well get the rough and sloppy ones out with these two.
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so much happened in this whole episode but iâm still on fig infiltrating rubenâs dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of âsomebody needs to take the fall for this, and itâs not going to be me. itâs going to be you.â while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we donât even know if this kid is guilty. my god.
#fantasy high#dimension 20#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#fantasy high junior year#fig faeth#ruben hopclap#lucy frostblade#the rat grinders#adaine abernant#kipperlilly copperkettle#watching fig terrorize him like girl!!! we donât even know if heâs guilty!!!!#this might just be for me but i do not think 5 teenagers willingly brutally killed their friend idk#like there just has to be some other element to it and i am very scared to find out what that was#what if they were put in a position where they felt there was/there was no other choice⊠like oh my god#my comedy brain is having fun but my âthis is a teenagerâ brain is in such deep distress all the time this season#the rat grinders i trust brennan to not make u cartoonishly evil so i am holding u as gently as i can in my confused shaky hands#also with the devilâs nectar iâve been wondering why they all seem so well-adjusted & now iâm curious if theyâve been intentionally-#changing their memories in a way so that either the trauma is lesser or they think they arenât guilty. idk#but it seems like from how gertie was talking she was making it more recently so the well adjustedness from early jy doesnât quite add up#they could have another source maybe??? idk iâm just low stakes 4 a.m. spitballing here#thereâs also the strong possibility that theyâre aware of what happened but they werenât the ones who killed lucy. idk who knows#the way you could probably devilâs nectar yourself into believing it wasnât your fault someone died⊠CRAZY IMPLICATIONS!!! CRAZY IDEA!!!#anyways the bad kids & the rat grinders donât ever have to like each other but i do wonder if at least some of those kids deserve a chance
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im a simple guy! i think about puppy Barnaby. i promptly explode into bloody heart-shaped confetti
#just a little guy learning to be tall... hard work#now if yall will excuse me im gonna shove my head into boiling water#that oughta fix me#pls enjoy the additional scribbles of his Attempts#they were too important in my mind not to include#godddddd i love himmmmmmm just a little guyyyyyy#i gotta puzzle out how to draw ms beagle#ive never drawn a chicken! much less a chicken puppet!#wait no sorry that was a fucking lie#i have drawn like. 2 chickens previously In My Life. i think... i could be wrong!#ive never claimed to have a working or reliable memory <3#scribble garnish#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#barnaby b beagle#hes just so small and sweet and immmmmm IMMMMMMM#unwell. simply unwell yes yes#there's no saving me! leave me for the vultures! allow me to live up to my url!#puppy barnaby already makes me feel as though my ribcage has been cracked open#might as well let the scavengers have a Taste. im sure im delicious!
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*superglues them together*
Aka, eeeeh fok it. Here's some ougoku stuff I've been sitting on. Happy THOSE GUYS day.
#gonta gokuhara#gokuhara gonta#kokichi ouma#ouma kokichi#kokichi oma#danganronpa#v3#ndrv3#ougoku#ougoku day#awwgoku#wip#I drew some of these for jellybeanbagel to bribe them into finishing their fangame lmao.#2021-2023 stuff#my art#I doubt me liking this ship is a surprise to anyone given my old uploads but tbh it's a miracle that I do. Or should I call it 'anomaly'?#this is very much a 'ship chose me' scenario - my conflicting feelings towards it oddly became part of the appeal that I learned to embrace#it's complicated and might be due to me being prolly uncommon case of Gonta-main ougoku enjoyer and maybe also a masochist sdfdf#but I will never object to Gonta being treated kindly when it comes to fluff and 'what could've been' potential#and upsetting parts are compelling and deserve to be seen and explored for what they are- it's a waste to justify/idealise or minimize them#and boy do these guys have an emotional range I physically cannot overlook despite visceral and deeply personal pain some parts of it cause#...and also because of it#and on that note - I have some not so sweet nor cozy stuff with them as well that I might compile one day... to balance this post >:)#still tho I promise to give other gonta ships some love too. after all this is only one of my top 3
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âMy god,â he said, his voice a mere shadow louder than breath, âyouâre so beautiful.â
And for the first time in her life, Penelope truly believed that might be true.
#rereading rmb again lol and got to this quote#and it reminded me of the shows mirror scene#lol well I just had to#quotes#rmb#romancing mister bridgerton#bridgerton#s3#3x05#polin#colin x penelope#penelope x colin#colin bridgerton#penelope bridgerton#penelope featherington#đđ„ș but also the fact that Pen might have actually been thinking this in that moment
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Happy Pride, y'all. *fingerguns*
#been smashing these two together like barbies for months#might as well do something cute for pride month#pride month#bisexual#lesbian#wlw#hazbin hotel fanart#art by me#digital art#should probably have slept! oh well!
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what does it all mean.
#I know I'm just reading too deep into it and it was probably just something fun for Toby to put in there but AURUAGHHH#but this has haunted me for YEARS#the track is the true lab theme. btw#I took most of the screenshots myself because I was determined (haha just like) but then I got so so sleepy#because it's 5am and I was skipping rooms using debug mode which is a nightmare#so I stole the alphys + no mercy ones from youtube. sorry#undertale#utdr#metatext#susie says it once in chapter 2 as well but again it's a common phrase so it might not mean anything#I didn't include it because it's the only time it's been said in deltarune outside of the scene that parallels asgore's#introduction in undertale. but we have 5 more chapters anthyding can hadplen#oroeginals
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some business to take care of
#i was tempted to caption this as she was a skater boy and she was also another skater boy but#duck scribbles#midoyuzu#enstars#whats up guys im being embarrassing again on main#been wanting a new phone wallpaper and this was born. its the lesbian version though im not showing that#midori takamine#yuzuru fushimi#yuzumido#ensemble stars#also have additional doodles that r kind of corny and im too ashamed to add into the main post so i might add on a reblog or maybe not#midterms were so awful i had to keep reminding myself i can go ham drawing whatever i want once im done. and naturally its this#anyways ive always liked midos city rider fit it suits her so well#always wanted to find a good one to pair w it and the wink killer 2nd half xscout was toooo good i was inspired immediately#finally could use this good ref pic ive had saved since forever i need to draw backgrounds more too it was rather fun somehow#mental state has been yoyoing an insane degree lately like come on i dont need to be reminded i am a useless hunk of meat every other day#with nothing good going for them. college is amazing at reminding me of such god bless#i have bad tendencies to self isolate behind the excuse of concentrating that i am trying to fix . but its hard to get back when i do#not to mention the entire Big Event happening over in good ol amerika serikat!!! my apathy is naturally immense#but whats some peace of mind here and there idk. im gonna read yuri
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Had a dc x dp brain worm, feel free to use as a prompt <3
Sidenote, I decided to get fancy with the Ancients titles because of course I did lol
Shifting Where = Space (Danny)
Eternal When = Time (Clockwork)
Ever Onward = Speedforce (Ellie)
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Bruce watched the footage again.
And again.
Again.
It didnât make sense.
A week ago every television, radio, computer, phone - even the LED billboards - had been taken over to deliver a message. Across the United States. In every territory it held. Every military base. Down in the depths of the oceans where American submarines tried to creep past Atlantian patrols. In the endless cold white of Antarctica. Even far above in the International Space Station. Any place the United States Government had control over, any place one of its citizens found themselves. There was the message.
The face of an entity, human in shape but not in form. Hair as gleaming white as starlight, eyes bright as the twisting dance of the Aurora Borealis, skin as cold and blue as the tail of a comet. The entity wore armor as black as the depths of space with a crown to match, the later glinting and shifting with the twisting birth and death of galaxies. A cloak of nebulae danced down his shoulders, eclipsing the world beyond the entity entirely.
He named himself, jaw tight, expression serious.
High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms.
The Shifting Where. Son of the Eternal When. Father of the Ever Onward. His Epitaphs many and ever growing. The True Balance. The Bridge Between. The Devourer of Dark. The Last Child of Between. The Great One.
King of the Dead. King of the Infinite Worlds. King of so much more than Bruce had ever even known was possible.
King who had declared war. Who marshaled his endless armies. Who spoke of warnings, of efforts to reach a peace, of trying again and again and again to find a way to not plunge into violence and bloodshed. All things living come to call him King in time, he had no want or need to go out and hurry that along. But there were no options left to him now. He had tried for peace. He had been denied.
He would not see his people suffer any longer. Would not see those heâd sworn to lead and protect imprisoned by fools who had sworn themselves enemies to all the afterlives. Would no longer permit the vicious cruelty to continue.
The message was a final warning.
A final offer.
Three days, Phantom said. The United States government would have three days to release their prisoners, to begin the process of dismantling the laws that made death itself an illegal act.
If they refused, he would lead his endless armies personally in the war to come.
It had not been an idle threat.
Three days after the message, after Bruce and the rest of the Justice League scrambled to try and figure out just what it was it was all about, after Justice League Darkâs members shakily took turns explaining just how powerful the being that had gave that message was and how much danger the world was in should he and his armies march upon their world, war came.
Of all places, it began in a town in Illinois.
The sky shattered like broken glass above, Lazarus Green beyond, and the Dead poured out.
It started in Illinois.
It did not end there.
Bruce watched the footage of it all, eyes burning as he watched every second of CCTV footage, every shaky phone camera video, every news broadcast.
Most of them looked human enough. Changed in death, but recognizably human once. A pair of glowing teenagers on a motorcycle, a writhing shadow twisting about at their command sweeping chaos upon the battlefield. A young woman dressed to perform with hair a literal flame, burning bright blue and snapping furiously as she played devastation upon her enemies with her guitar. A child with corpse gray skin and luminescent green hair, flickering in and out of Bruceâs ability to see as if fighting against a law of existence to be visible, screaming orders to a skeleton crew from his place on deck of a 1700s ship that sailed through the sky, disappearing into clouds before raining down attacks from above.
There was more. Glowing skeletons dressed in the fashions of war spanning every culture going back millennia. Robots with weapons far beyond the technology they had even in the League. Creatures of myth and legend. Things of nightmares.
Leading them all, as he had promised, was Phantom.
He looked younger, smaller. Just a boy, really, a gangly teenager that hadnât quite finished growing into himself. One holding power beyond anything Bruce could ever imagine, but still just a child as far as he could see, no older than Tim whoâd just graduated high school. Frantic research found Phantom appearing as far back as human history, but those sightings had to have been after his death. Bruce canât help but wonder how young the boy had been when he died, how much of that youth still clung to him through all these eons.
It wasnât something heâd let him self consider normally, not with something like this.
A dangerous unknown appearing without warning and attacking with unimaginable power and seemingly endless forces. It was something that would normally eclipse everything else. Something that would make Bruce put aside the ache at seeing a face so young twisted in rage.
But.
He watched all the footage.
Civilians were put in the crossfire. Were shot at and endangered. Were left terrified and scrambling for safety in buildings that were rapidly being torn away by stray artillery.
But never by Phantom or his armies.
The dead, in fact, went very far out of their way to ensure civilians werenât harmed. Sweeping people up out of the way of falling debris. Shielding them from attacks that would have most certainly killed a normal human. Some dead even helped evacuate, ushering a frightened and panicked populous to safety as gently as they were capable of. Some of the less human creatures - giant bear-like beings with horns and fangs and ice edging their burly frames - even rushed forward to offer medical aid.
When the sky shattered open and the armies of the dead swept in, they ignored the town below. They focused instead on what was discovered later to be the base of a secretive government agency. The deadâs fight focused on those individuals in sharp white suits, bearing weapons capable of actually injuring King Phantomâs people.
It was these agents that brought the fight to the streets to Amity Park. That fired recklessly and without thought or care to the casualties they could inflict. That didnât seem to care if they killed a hundred civilians if it meant hurting just one of Phantomâs soldiers.
Bruce watched all the footage.
And again.
Again.
Phantom had declared war.
Phantom spoke in his message of being out of options, of attempting peace. Phantom gave three days time for the release of captives. Phantom lead armies who fought viciously but never once willingly harmed civilians.
Phantom declared war, but he didnât want it.
âAmanda Waller has reached out.â
Bruce didnât turn his attention from the screens before him, eyes burning as he followed Phantom as the King dove away from the middle of locked combat to shield a child from a pulse of green energy from something like a grenade another agent in white had carelessly thrown. The child was crying but unharmed. The left pauldron of Phantomâs armor cracked and shattered from a direct shot from the enemy heâd just been fighting that heâd turned his back on, a glowing green liquid uncomfortably like Lazarus Water dripped down from a smoldering wound.
Clark stepped up to stand beside him as he watched, face worn and tired. The League had missed the first battle, but theyâd been quick to appear at the rest. Phantom and his army ignored them unless they put themselves purposefully in the way of the fight. They were, as Justice League Dark had warned, vastly out powered by the entities fighting. A hulking giant knight made of shadow riding a nightmarish steed had driven Clark six feet down into the dirt when heâd attempted to make his way to Phantom directly to try and talk to the king.
The depth Clark had ended up felt like a warning of what would happen if he tried to get close to the king again.
It probably was.
âShe said they have intel for us.â A faint twitch of fingers, jaw clenching, voice flat in that way that told Bruce his old friend was fighting back anger with everything he had. âThat she has options for how to deal with the insurgence.â
Bruce shut off the monitors.
Heâd seen enough.
Now was time to get answers to just what, exactly, Amanda Waller and the US government had done to cause the Dead to rise and rage.
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Part Two Part Three Part Four
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#bruce wayne#clark kent#danny fenton#amanda waller#ghost king danny#ghost zone goes to war#space core danny#ancient of space danny#i'm gonna make ancient of the speedforce Elle a thing if it kills me lol#it just fits so well#Bruce's dad senses are tingling#Fright Knight might have been able to bat Clark away but if Bruce gets within a 100ft of Danny it's game over#Bat-Adoption Papers deployed#BatFam up a new member (or three or six)#Amanda Waller is not going to be as persuasive as she thinks she's going to be when it comes to getting the JL onboard with her plans
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the mighty nein - critical role
this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.
#also with softer vibes. i offer They#every silly little brainheart found family deserves a to build a home edit#the mighty nein maybe most of all. thats my family#also the lyrics deliciously well suited to m9.#when jester pulls that. stupid tarot card for fjord. home or traveler. and there's a carnival wagon. and veth says Thats Us! . them#i just think about . the tower is their home the xhorhouse is their home the lavish chateau is their home the balleater. the mistake.#the nein heroez. veth and yezas apartment. the dome. fjord and jesters living room floor.#a bar with a silly name on rumblecusp#also like. the song has stone and dust imagery. gardens and trees.#the inherent temporality of life and love and how that holds no bearing on how greatly people can love. im losin it okay.#ive been making this edit for days straight with my computer screaming at me for trying to shove 143 episodes of cr into a 2min20sec video.#crying becuase. theyre a family do you get it. they were nine lonely people and most of them had given up on seeing their own lives#as something that might be good. something that might make the world a better place. and in the end they're heroes.#and it doesn't matter if no one else knows because They know they're heroes. and they wouldn't've believed that was true when they met.#rattling the bars of my enclosure. to be loved is to be changed#posted on twitter and want to get in the habit of posting here too bc.#general reasons but also bc . i have noticed some of the ppl liking/sharing it are also ppl who shit on my ops by vaguing about my posts#which is in general whatever but does leave a funny taste in my mouth.#critical role#the mighty nein#cr2#caleb widogast#caduceus clay#jester lavorre#fjord#veth brenatto#yasha nydoorin#beauregard lionett#mollymauk tealeaf#my posts
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