#it might be garbage but it’s MY garbage

[libraford]

Thinking about my recycled plastics projects and the face that I can make some of these look like natural stones with enough mixing. Would be kind of funny to market it in the way we sell 'fordite,' which is layers and layers of car paint treated as a real stone. There is one park that I typically find the bottle caps in, but it has a very... boring name which only works if I'm shitposting. But- there is a wetland near that park which sees some damage from all the garbage from that park, which might work better.

Since I plan on selling these at local art fairs. The point is to get people to think about how they leave their trash in public places.

I will get people being like 'its just plastic.'

And its like... if its so easy, you collect over a hundred bottle caps, melt them down to mix them to imitate stone, and then make them into jewelry. Or if you want me to stop, quit throwin' your trash in the parks. Christ, we have over 170 trash cans throughout the city and y'all still somehow manage to MISS.

[come-as-you-are-111]

My Flower

Warnings: squid game gore, fluff, cussing, no use of Y/N, literally nothing else.

Request: Yes!

You had just survived another gut-wrenching game in this hellhole called the Squid Game.

What sick bastard came up with this?

Your body ached, every muscle screaming from the relentless running, the sheer panic of finding a room in time. But it wasn’t just the physical exhaustion—it was the weight of it all. The stench of sweat and fear clung to the air, the distant sound of quiet sobbing from those who had lost people they cared about.

More bodies. More deaths. More proof that none of you were meant to survive this place.

You exhale sharply, pushing through the sea of bunk beds until you spot your own on the O side, just wanting to collapse. But before you can take another step, you feel the presence of the two doofuses you somehow ended up teaming with.

A loud, familiar voice cuts through the suffocating silence.

“My girl! Señorita!”

A pair of strong arms suddenly wrap around your waist from the side, halting your movement. Thanos.

The breath gets knocked out of you as the giant of a man pulls you into a tight hug, warmth radiating from his solid frame. He smells faintly of sweat and old cologne, but there’s something oddly comforting about it—like familiarity in a place where everything is foreign and cruel.

“I’m so happy to see you again, Flower!” His voice is rough with relief as he slightly pulls back, scanning your face like he needs to be sure you’re really here. “I was so worried about you, señorita.”

His hands find yours, gripping them tightly like you might slip away if he lets go.

“I thought I was running with you, but then I turned around and saw this asshole.” He tilts his head toward Nam-Gyu—Player 124—before focusing all his attention back on you, as if you’re the only thing that matters in this room.

Nam-Gyu lets out a low chuckle. “It’s like I told you, dude—she won’t go down easy.”

He smirks, nudging you lightly with his elbow. “You saw her, right? Se-Mi was like this—” He flattens one hand like a piece of paper. “And I thought she froze up. Then, out of nowhere, the scissors!” He snaps the fingers of his other hand in a quick, slicing motion. “That’s when I went, ‘whoa, this girl’s crazy!’”

Your stomach twists at the mention of Se-Mi.

You had been teammates. You should’ve looked out for her. But in that moment, survival had outweighed loyalty, and you made a choice.

A selfish one.

Still, you force a small smile, masking the guilt that lingers.

Thanos doesn’t seem to notice. He slings a heavy arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he and Nam-Gyu guide you back toward your bunks.

“Let’s play one more game, okay?” His voice is softer now, a quiet reassurance that, despite everything, you’re not alone.

The massive room is filled with the rhythmic sound of breathing, shifting blankets, the occasional sniffle. But despite the exhaustion pulling at your limbs, sleep refuses to come.

You lie in your bunk, staring at the ceiling, your mind replaying the horrors of the past two days. The screaming. The gunshots. The lifeless bodies discarded like garbage. It was unbearable.

Su-Bong had insisted on sleeping in the same bunk to “keep you safe.” You still weren’t sure how cramming into this tiny-ass bed together accomplished that, but here you were—his arm wrapped securely around your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck.

His body heat seeped into yours, steady and grounding. The faint, rhythmic sound of his snoring tickled your ear, his breath warm against your skin. You could pretend that was what was keeping you awake.

But it wasn’t.

It was this place.

It was the knowledge that, at any moment, they could wake you up for another game. That more people would die. That you might be next.

“Su-Bong,” you whisper. “Are you awake?”

The snores falter, his hold tightening slightly before his voice—low, raspy with sleep—replies, “I am now. What’s wrong, Flower?”

You hesitate before finally turning to face him, your noses nearly brushing. His bleached-purple hair is a mess, strands falling over his tired but attentive eyes.

“I can’t sleep,” you admit, voice barely above a breath.

His brows furrow slightly. “It’s this place.”

You nod. “Everything is just so…” You struggle to find the right word.

“Controlled,” he mutters, his voice laced with quiet resentment.

Your throat tightens. “Yeah… really does.”

He exhales heavily, shifting closer, his face burying into the crook of your neck as if he could block out the world outside this bunk. You feel him inhale deeply, his breath fanning over your skin.

“Can you promise me something?” His voice is barely a murmur now.

You don’t hesitate. “Of course.”

He lifts his head slightly, looking at you through the dim lighting. His eyes, usually mischievous, are serious. “Promise me… that when we get out of here, we’ll find each other again. Get out of Seoul. Go somewhere far away. Start over.”

The thought is almost too good to be true—a life beyond this nightmare. But for the first time in days, you let yourself imagine it.

You smile, small but genuine. “Only if you promise me something too.”

Su-Bong huffs a small laugh, tilting his head. “Anything, Flower.”

The nickname makes warmth bloom in your chest.

“Once we get out… you’ll try to quit drugs.”

He stills. You watch his throat bob as he swallows, the hesitation lingering before he finally exhales.

“…I’ll try.”

His grip on you tightens.

“For you, Flower.”

You close your eyes, holding onto the warmth of his embrace, the quiet promise lingering between you.

You came into this game for money.

But hopefully, you leave with something more.

A/n: hi my lil monsters! How we likey? This request was honestly so adorable and I love the fact of like reader having min-su’s spot bc it’s just honestly something that could be really easy to write about.

Love ya, Twilight

Squid game taglist:

@amoristt @lousypotatoes @infinetlyforgotten @mirahyun @takuma-talkz @sxmmerchxld @multifandomgirllol @gizaspicebag @truefandemonium

[ganondoodle]

it really drives me up a wall how good i am at the rough layout for paintings but the more i work on it the worse it gets, its this .. being .. or feeling so CLOSE to getting it, but not being able to actually reach it, seeing it, maybe even slightly touching it, but never able to grab it

i cant seem to work without any sketch first, but i also cant work WITH one :C

[plumeria1]

Her Dream Gift

Masterlist

Note : Vi is in the spotlight for this second day of the Arcane Valentine's Day Week. I think this is my favorite post of this week dedicated to love.

Pairing: Vi x Fem Reader

Warning: None

Content: Fluff

Summary: You give to Vi her Valentine's day gift

For the past three years that you had been together, on every Valentine's Day you always wore a pretty dress, yet this time you surprised her by wearing leather pants and a white denim jacket over a purple t-shirt.

You surprised her by picking her up in a taxi after her day at work at her father Vander's garage.

-Hey, angel, what are you doing here?

-I'm here to give you your Valentine's Day gift.

You had a smile and a mysterious look. She knew you were up to something, but what surprised her was that you had come by taxi. You had a car and she knew you had no problem, so why didn't you come with your car?

She quickly moved on, far too happy to see you, and got into the taxi, kissing you quickly. She would have liked the kiss to be longer, but she preferred to wait until you were alone.

-Where are we going?

-If I tell you, it will ruin the surprise, and don't try to guess either.

She laughed, you knew her so well.

-I didn't have time to change.

It was true, she had just had time to grab her red leather jacket before joining you; underneath, she was still wearing her tank top with a few grease stains and black pants.

-You didn't need it. Besides, even if you were wearing a garbage bag, you'd still be beautiful.

-Do I have the right to ask a question?

-Of course.

-Why did you come by taxi? Does your car have a problem?

You knew she would ask you the question, sometimes she could be quite predictable.

-My car's fine, but I had forgotten that I had agreed to lend it to your sister for tonight. And I don't mind coming by taxi, it's not a long ride.

Vi slightly furrowed her brows but didn't ask any more questions; it often happened that you lent your car to Powder, so it wasn't strange.

The thirty-minute drive went by quite quickly, probably because you spent all your time chatting about your day, you at the clothing store and Vi at the garage.

You felt the taxi slow down and then stop in front of a small dirt path that led to a small clearing where Vi and you often went to relax.

-We're here, ladies.

You paid the driver and he opened the trunk for you. Vi got out, thanking the driver, and watched you pull out a large black sports bag from the trunk. You had just added another question to her internal search to guess what you were going to give her.

She offered to carry the bag for you, thinking she might be able to guess its contents.

-Okay, but don't open it.

You looked serious when you told her that. She absolutely must not know what was in that bag, or it would ruin the surprise. A gust of wind made you tighten your jacket around you.

-Come on, or you'll end up freezing to death.

You laughed sarcastically.

-Very funny, it's easy for you, you're a walking radiator.

-That's why you love me.

You climbed the path, and when you arrived, Vi was impressed. A fire was burning, on the floor, pillows were arranged on a tablecloth, and as she moved forward, she saw that you had placed most of the things she loved to eat on this tablecloth, and you had even thought to bring beers because you knew she hated wine and champagne.

-You did this?

-Yes, but I had help.

She kissed you long and hard, and you had to push her away because you knew that if you let her continue, you would end up being her dinner. You guided her to the pillows where she let herself fall heavily, making you laugh; she knew that doing this didn't bother you.

It's one of the reasons why she loved you so much, she knew that with you she could be natural and unfiltered. Simply being herself. And you did the same on your side because for her, as for you, the most important thing in a relationship was to be yourself above all, and that's how you were.

After a dinner full of laughter and a few kisses, it was finally time for Vi to receive her gift. You made her turn around while you blindfolded her, then you helped her get up.

-Why the headband?

-For the element of surprise.

-Why didn't you just put your hands in front of my eyes?

You let out a sigh through your nose.

-Because you are taller than me and I know very well that as soon as I take my hands away, you will try to cheat.

After a few steps, you stopped and told Vi to remove the blindfold. She frowned when she saw a large black tarp covering something she couldn't guess. She turned to you, curious.

-What is...

You pushed her gently.

-Go check it out.

She followed your advice and headed towards the tarp, lifting it under your hopeful eyes, hoping she would like her gift.

She stopped before she had finished removing the tarp, having lifted it enough to see what was underneath.

-No way.

She removed the tarp in one go, and in front of her was a BMW R 1250 GS Adventure. She had been dreaming of this bike for over a year but had never managed to save enough money.

Vi looked at you again, still in shock.

-How did you...

You knew she would be surprised, but you didn't imagine she would be this surprised.

-Happy Valentine's Day, Vi.

She rushed towards you and took you in her arms, lifting you up with a laugh. When she set you down, she kissed your entire face and ended with a long kiss that you returned this time.

-I can't believe it, you're crazy for giving me this, it costs a fortune.

You could see the joy in her eyes; you had never seen her so happy. She was right, that motorcycle had cost you a fortune, but seeing her so happy was worth its weight in gold.

You gave her time to admire it and went to get the bag you had placed next to the tablecloth.

-There's that too.

Vi took the bag and opened it, inwardly jubilant at the thought of finally knowing what it contained. She smiled upon discovering two helmets. One was obviously for you because she had promised to take you with her when she had the money for the motorcycle.

"Even if it's in ten years, there's no way I'm not taking you with me." That's what she had told you.

-Why am I not surprised by that from you?

-You didn't really think I was going to give you a motorcycle without considering your safety first, did you?

She had that tender look you loved about her, you thought it made her look like a puppy.

-I don't know what to say, thank you angel.

-I don't need you to thank me, you also gave me an incredible gift.

She had to give you your gift a day earlier because you caught her wrapping it.

She didn't expect you to come home earlier than planned, she was a bit disappointed to have to give it to you before the date, but you told her it didn't bother you.

When you opened it, you jumped for joy upon seeing that she had managed to find what you had been looking for for a month without success.

-By the way, for your information, you will be the first to drive it; no one has ever even gotten on it.

She took you in her arms again and kissed the top of your head. There was a question she had just thought of.

-Wait, if no one got on it, how did it get here?

-It's thanks to Ekko, he borrowed Benzo's trailer and brought the motorcycle with him.

-I will need to remember to thank him.

A gust of wind brought you back to reality.

-What if we leave now?

-Very good idea, I'm starting to feel cold.

Vi pulled you towards the motorcycle and got on with a smile before putting on her helmet, letting you do the same. Then she felt your hands grip her. Internally, she suspected that was why you loved riding with her so much, but she would be lying if she said she didn't like it.

You were enjoying her warmth and she was enjoying the sensation of your hands on her. With a kick, she folded the crutch and started, taking both of you home.

[sakura-hitomi]

What do you think you're doing? Twisting my words is also garbage. Didn't know that? It is shallow behavior. I bet you don't even find the faults of remud, Minerva and Hagrid as "weird" as Snape or what was it.... Right adult child-bully characters.

So again, you're shallow af. And you did say you werent biased, then proceeded to walk all over Snape with the same shallow ass behavior as you claim to deny which is trash. No need to become defensive about that.

The way you say things is like I'm saying "that woman didn't have to kill the intruder ins elf defense, but you know, I am biased" biased on what? Biased on fucking what?

Snape literally saves the brat with the spitting image of his dad for 7 whole ass books. He even weaponized his own tears in the hopes of them being of use. So I have no idea what you mean "books weren't written well to show that he wasn't so awful"

It was, it did show from book 1 to book 7. So go lie about you agreeing with us, then shitting all over Snape, but play victim because you said the words:

- might be biased

- agree

I'm not stupid. You clearly don't agree and you're biased. Not "might be". That you write off a double agent role, degrading that to -well written adult child-bully character- is an abomination on its own. Unrecyclable trash. So next time, think of your words, before you type it out.

And don't go running when it bites you in the ass, and play victim. You're a shallow, trashy, cherry picking person, who might change or not, who knows. And you also love to shift blame. Oh yeah, you also commented on MY comment where I agreed with Max, that people love to compare Sirius and Snape their tasks and use for harry, where I disagreed because Snape was the top guy. More worthy than Sirius.

So you picked a fight with me, but disguised it as "might be biased" and "Agree with you"

"James Potter is a hero because he tried to protect his family from Voldemort."

Isn’t that literally what any father and husband would do for his wife and child? Why do you have to elevate acts of basic decency to the level of heroism? What kind of shitty parents did you have?

[twst-hottest-takes]

My Hot Take: Grim is just as dateable as Malleus. Or the other way around: Malleus is just as dateable as Grim.

They are both beasts, who are physically very different from a human or beastman, but mentally much like them. Malleus just tricks humans/beastmen into finding him attractive, because he changes into a form that looks like a human/beastman. Now, I know that is not his plan when he changes into the beastman form, he does it because it is more practical to have hands and literally fit in with the other people, but it's a side effect, lol. Grim could theoretically do that, too, with a transformation potion, also in the scenario: if he wanted to seduce someone from another species. But he doesn't.

Some people see Grim like a child, because he is so short and acts a bit immature. But we don't know at what age/life stage Grim actually is. It has been stated at some point, that Malleus is still far away from being an adult by the normal development stages of his species, but his beastman form looks like a young adult. He may be a mentally far advanced/quicker matured prodigy, but if his beastman form reflected his age, he would appear much younger (understandable that he doesn't, because it would be awkward at NRC). So if you think that Grim is taboo, because he might still be a child, then you can apply the same to Malleus.

(Sorry, if I got something wrong, I don't know the lore that well yet.)

Okay, but, Anon, why in the ways of this wide and wonderous world would you even suggest that?

I have to push back hard against the concept of dating Grim, so if you don't want to read my rude responses to that thought just skip the rest of this post. (I promise it's not personal, Anon.)

He's an awful, selfish, trouble-making, trash-munching, feral, piece of ♤♡◇♧. Whatever degree of thought it would take to consider it "Okay" to date Grim is ignoring that he'd be a miserable boyfriend, and I judge anyone for suggesting otherwise.

Now, with THAT out of the way: Sure. You're right.

First off, Grim is totally going to have a humanoid form at the end of the game (tropes and all that), so yeah, the fact that he's currently a cat monster won't matter anymore once it happens. If he's a direbeast then he was likely a human who overblotted at some point in any case. I still argue against trying to date him in cat form regardless because that's getting into, "It's okay to ♤♡◇♧ Scooby Doo," territory and NO I am NOT going to pretend that I'll be nice about that garbage.

Secondly, most people argue against the idea of dating Malleus because he's too OLD so someone going in the opposite direction is just crazy to see. Malleus is not a child. Being "young for a fae" or "not fully matured yet" doesn't mean he's the fae equivalent to a minor. Older teens and young adults can still be considered immature so I will fight back on the front that his comparative age (treating him as younger) would make it inappropriate to date him.

Since I've already said that Grim is basically datable as long as he has a human form, my own arguments about Malleus being a dragon would be pointless. The same rule applies.

Conclusion: The blog owner thinks that Grim becomes "datable" the minute he has a humanoid form (ideally one that doesn't look like a child), but doesn't recommend it because the character sucks. Malleus on the other hand is passably datable already, dragon be darned. The fantasy age argument can happen somewhere else.

Thank you for your take.

(This was legitimately a hot one. Nice job.)

[wnightingales]

it’s wednesday, you know what that means!! here have some snippets of the hangman poem i’m working on!

[jasminebythebay]

aquarium park 🐠🦑🐟

[jack-of-heartstrings]

"Give it time" was specifically intended as "time for the antikuma effect to build to something more interesting and meaningful than just its immediate effects so far."

Regarding "most of the target audience can drink by now", I could drink before this show started, so I suppose that might affect my readings, but...

At no point did I say they were meant to be equals. They aren't. They are not co-protagonists. He is the deuteragonist and the love interest. That doesn't mean he's incompetent and inferior. It means that they aren't the same, that his strengths and flaws are different, and at the same time, that the primary focus is on her.

This is not a writing flaw, it's just a choice. The show has from the very beginning overtly played with gender roles. Adrien is given far more agency and competency than many female love interests in male-centered western superhero stories, but he is also in many ways "the damsel in distress." This is intentional. He is the "princess" to Marinette's "knight." And while part of that is about "girl power" and normal enough by magical girl standards, that's not the be-all end-all of it. Because he's NOT just that. He IS her hero partner who she's explicitly said and shown many times she deeply relies on. Being able to ever do things without him doesn't mean she never needs him.

And as much as fans want him to do more and complain about him not being useful, the show itself is explicitly about how he doesn't need to be. Adrien, who has had it ingrained in him his entire life that love is something that needs to be earned, struggles to accept that people just care about him for existing, without needing to prove himself. If it was framing him as some useless garbage to discard, he would be discarded by now, but he's precious, beloved, something to cherish and protect. He is the passive yin to Marinette's active yang.

Desperada wasn't about Marinette being wrong to want him. It was about how she often lets her obsession blind her and prioritizes her romantic interest over figuring out what actually works in a specific situation. Adrien was a bad match for the Snake, and got a chance to redeem himself with it a bit as Snake Noir at the end of the season.

I don't really see how Kwamibuster is a mirror episode either, though it did do a wonderful job at showcasing how Marinette's solutions are insanely complex, yet Adrien's, as simple and straightforward as they are, can be equally effective for way less effort. ("I don't know what Plagg was doing at that elementary school.")

But you know who else has wielded 3+ Miraculous at once very effectively, and whose first time doing so gave us a look at the kind of consequence Kwamibuster warned us about? Gabriel, who is much more a mirror and foil to Marinette than Adrien is. She and Adrien are opposites, but they support each other, if in very different ways. If you want highkey parallels, look at Gabriel.

Ultimately, though, it comes down to, do you want to enjoy the show? Are you willing to accept it as it is and look for the interesting parts, or are you only here to be mad that it's not what you wanted it to be? Is the writing bad, or are you trying to order a milkshake at Home Depot?

Ok so the daddycop trailer shows cat getting antikuma'd mid air... and let me just say:

Can we stop Worfing the cat? Like, at every opportunity?

I get that "hero takes a hit" and "hero goes down" are dramatic narrativs beats, and that for structural "shes the healer" reasons these beats cant go to marinette. But in a post-team era? Can those beats please go to other people on occasion?

We literally have 2 heroes with dedicated "meatshield" powers (invulnerable Ivan and nino the shieldbearer). For the "just protect mari" scenario's, and we have an entire b-team that is just as easily resurectable as Adrien.

[platoapproved]

armand + preparing to tell louis about his past

[kantpattanawat]

Khaotung Thanawat as Bison (The Heart Killers, 2024-2025)

[gay-otlc]

This is a take I've seen fairly often- that trans men & mascs only think they experience transandrophobia because they refuse to accept that what they're experiencing is misogyny.

It's also a completely ridiculous take. The fact that trans men/mascs are targeted by misogyny is a fundamental part of transandrophobia theory. Trans men/mascs, and others who regularly discuss transandrophobia, emphasize over and over again the ways in which trans men/mascs experience misogyny. For example, the idea that they are women and therefore are too stupid and brainwashed to be trusted about their genders, or the sense of entitlement to trans men/mascs' bodies (how dare you ruin your perfect breasts, how dare you transition in a way that makes you unable to carry children, how dare you not be the beautiful woman i want you to be).

In fact, the people who deny that trans men/mascs experience misogyny tend to be the same people who argue against the concept of transandrophobia. They insist that trans men receive male privilege, and in fact actually benefit from misogyny rather than suffer from it.

When trans men/mascs point the ways that they are affected by misogyny, they are accused of spreading TERF rhetoric (as though acknowledging the ways in which people who were assigned female at birth are oppressed automatically means you believe in "sex consciousness" and "afab unity" against anyone assigned male at birth"), or accused of implying that trans women aren't affected by misogyny (they absolutely are, the belief that trans men and women can't both be affected by misogyny stems from oppositional sexism)

All this to say: The people who talk about transandrophobia are well aware that trans men/mascs suffer from misogyny, and aren't denying this out of dysphoria or internalized misogyny- they aren't denying this at all. The people who deny that trans men/mascs suffer from misogyny are the people who believe transandrophobia doesn't exist.

And, transandrophobia isn't "just misogyny." Misogyny is a crucial component of transandrophobia- again, no one who talkes about transandrophobia is denying this- but not the only component.

Trans men/mascs being denied access to gynecological healthcare (that cis women are able to access) because they appear to be men, or have their gender legally changed to male isn't "just misogyny."

Trans men/mascs to losing their friends, support, and abuse and mental health resources when they come out and transition, or reach a point of being "too masculine," isn't "just misogyny".

The belief that going on testosterone will make trans men/mascs dangerous and violent, and the negative rhetoric about bottom surgery, isn't "just misogyny."

Being called a gender traitor and accused siding with the enemy and only transitioning to gain male privilege isn't "just misogyny."

Trans men/mascs being impregnated specifically as a method of forcing them to detransition isn't "just misogyny."

Choosing to use a women's bathroom (either due to safety concerns or transphobic laws) and being kicked out or assaulted for looking male isn't "just misogyny."

Trans men/mascs getting violently attacked because "if you want to be a man so bad, I'll beat you up like one" isn't "just misogyny."

People who talk about transandrophobia very much recognize that trans men/mascs experience misogyny (and are trying to get people who deny transandrophobia to recognize this as well), and there are aspects of transandrophobia that go beyond "just misogyny." Neither of these things contradict each other. In conclusion, "'transandrophobia' is just misogyny but transmascs don't want to admit it" is completely false all around, so I wish it wasn't such a commonly held belief.

[skelesass]

older sketch of dante I did a while back

[linusbenjamin]

The Walking Dead —11.09, No Other Way

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm having incoherent thoughts about clone danny again from the clone/clone^2 au (when am I not?) but more specifically I'm thinking about his reaction to finding out he's a clone. The standalone clone au digs into that a little more than clone^2, which is more focused on Danny and Damian's relationship. But neither (so far) really get into Danny's issues about finding out he's a clone after 15 years of thinking he wasn't.

Because he resents his parents for not telling him for so long. He resents the way he found out; through a trivial school project rather than a sit-down talk. He resents the fact that, apparently, they had meant to tell him sooner. But forgot. He resents the fact that they never told him because finding out feels like something was stolen from him when it had the chance to not be.

Danny Fenton, just fifteen, cloned not even half a year ago, knows what that personal violation of autonomy feels like. He knows what it's like to be cloned and while he loves Ellie, he does, she's his sister, and in this au his twin. But he is still left with that feeling of unsafety after realizing he'd been cloned. Being cloned is violating. The onset realization that it's so easy to get DNA without the other party noticing, and that what was stopping someone from trying to clone him again?

Followed only after with the rest of the inexplainable mix of feelings of being cloned, the rest of that inner conflict and panic that's an ugly mocktail of emotions that range from horror to fear. Trying to imagine what it's like to be cloned from the cloned party, and I imagine that it leaves you with the feeling of needing to crawl out of your own skin with discomfort.

And then he gets put on the other side of it. Danny Fenton, only fifteen, was cloned not even half a year ago, finding out he is a clone. And reactions, I imagine, can vary from person to person. But to him, it feels like something got stolen from him, like someone took a hole puncher and stuck it right into his chest and stole a chunk of himself from him.

It changes nothing about him and yet it changes everything. It's a betrayal on it's own to just find out he was a clone and they didn't tell him for fifteen years -- it shouldn't mean anything, because he's still Danny, and yet it means everything. It's him, it's him, it's about him. It's his personhood. It's about the fact that a load-bearing rock in his identity just crumbled beneath his feet and now there's a rockslide.

Because then he finds out that they used the wrong DNA. Its like pouring salt in an open wound. He's not even related to his parents or his sister, when for years he thought he was. It's the fact that pieces of his identity that he's been so secure in for so long just got ripped away from him in an instant. Then they tell him -- only through his own horrified prompting -- that the person whose DNA they used -- Bruce Wayne -- didn't even know he existed. That they accidentally used the wrong DNA, then didn't tell the person whose DNA they used.

The betrayal of being lied to for years turns really quickly into horror at his own existence. Something very similar to the horror he felt at being cloned and the skin-crawling discomfort that made him feel like his own skin wasn't really his. And then its not. It's actually not. Nothing but his own name feels like it belongs to him anymore -- not his hair, not his eyes, not his heart or his lungs, nothing feels like his anymore and he didn't know what that felt like until it was gone.

It's a question of Nature Vs. Nurture -- where does the line of "nature" begin and where does the line of "nurture" end? What of him is actually his? What of him is Bruce Wayne's? It's not logical, it's not supposed to be. It's a load-bearing wall on the house of his identity being destroyed and now everything else is caving down in on him. What belongs to Danny, what belongs to Bruce Wayne?

[buwheal]

ouhhhh debating whether or not i want to show these but i cant help myself... when im bored i love love love to think up just. poses and activities. for you to interrupt him in. (bottom left excluded this is my doodle page) And i dont think ill do any of these soon anyways. besides the top right one. which you wont see. one million things for him to do..... I can do anything i want.... and i can make /him/ do anything i want.... Is the point of the askbox not just for you to hang around with him during his day? his week?? his year???