#its good to post smthn again

[ego-meliorem-esse]

I secretly enjoy Arthur as a woman and I'm making it your problem

Late 1880s ish i think but dont look too deep into it lol

[cathalbravecog]

i like it when ppl draw this freak with pants like that. woe. ms paint gwam be upon ye. mole if u see this, this is dedicated to u

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

smthn shitty i made for my chinese final ft. the only 4 vsynths i currently have that natively support mandarin chinese

[wereh0gz]

Oh my god. What a ride

[mit0bee]

Twisted Wonderland boys with an S/O who's afraid of bugs (me too)

Did I literally just post 5 minutes ago? yes. am i posting again? yes. Stuff you should read: Bulleted HC's because i dont feel like writing an essay like i did with floyds tent hc, no beta we die like men, mention of multiple types of bugs Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Malleus Draconia, Trey Clover, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt, Floyd Leech

(can be read as platonic but i did write it with a romantic relationship in mind)

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona literally came running into the room thinking you had died or smthn, but no. you were screaming, standing on his bed....all over a small cockroach.

Bro actually sighed. like, a super big sigh, one that youd only get from a dissapointed mother while he stomped on the bug.

"Seriously, Herbivore? You took care of multiple overblots, but a single cockroach gets you all worked up?"

hes grinning so hard. youd want to punch him with how hard hes grinning.

all hes thinking is about the amount he can tease you about this

but, yes. he does get rid of the bug.

unless he was sleeping. then he forces asks ruggie to do it nicely.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

implodes the bug.

im not kidding.

he literally goes full on oceangate on that bug and implodes it

you didnt even have time to properly freak out before the bug was wiped off the face of the earth

"tsunotarou what was that sound?"

"nothing light of my life" *hiding bug corpse*

"are you sure bc i thought i saw a bug"

"nope. no bugs here? should we buy some bug repellant to ease your mind?"

".....no its okay."

you knew he somehow killed the bug.

and it only made you love him even more than you already do.

TREY CLOVER

catches the bug for you and lets it outside.

unlike the first two, he tries his best not to kill the bug.

he pulls the "how would you feel if i stomp on you and kill you?"

"if you killed me while i was a bug i'd thank you"

"you'd be dead, [name]."

"....id thank you from the grave."

he just sighs and shakes his head

probably convinces riddle to let him put anti-bug measures around heartslaybul for you (it didnt take much convincing riddle hates bugs too)

JAMIL VIPER

screams with you

probably set ramshackle on fire more than once while visiting you

you both have to call kalim or adeuce to come exterminate the single cockroach on the ground

again, that one tik tok sound where its like

"YOU KILL THE BUG, YOURE THE MAN!"

"SINCE WHEN."

thats a daily interaction between the two of you

if it happened at scarabia, he'd stay at ramshackle for the next month

literally would abandon kalim (or if he really cant be trusted he'd just bring kalim with him to make sure he didn't cause any problems)

VIL SCHOENHIET

screams with you x2

isn't as dramatic as jamil, but he definitely freaks out about it too.

about the bugs? no. about the bug bites.

again, youd have to call someone to save the both of you so you dont pass tf out and die while he gets eaten alive by a fruit fly

wym fruit flies dont bite? you cant be too cautious.

somehow always has bug repellant with him in the warm seasons

hes prepared and will NOT get any bug bites

EPEL FELMIER

zero reaction, or has a positive one.

"what in tarnation do you mean you hate bugs?! they help with fertilizer blah blah blah blah blah blah (i dont know farming stuff)!"

you have to CONVINCE him to get rid of the bugs, but he'll eventually cave and do it just for you

if you ask him to put up anti-insect measures he'd look at you like youre crazy

"[name]. bugs are actually really good for our ecosystem. back at home we always had to take care of the bugs, or else our crops would die."

"shut up. please. ily, but i cant deal with these bugs."

"okay okay okay fine"

will reluctantly set them up

overall a 4/10 for bug measures he will do it just not unless you beg

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

yells.

not in fear, but in anger because how DARE such a miniscule thing try to terrify the people he cares about?!

doesnt explode it like malleus

but strikes it with lightning.

yk his dorm card groovy? thats what hes doing to a little centipede.

expects you to praise him for protecting you

sure, its a given that he would, but he would very much so appreciate your thanks, and maybe a head pat or smthn

give him one.

now.

FLOYD LEECH

like trey, he lets the bug free

sometimes.

other times he kills it and chases you with the corpse

or keeps it alive and chases you with the living bug

if you REALLYYYYYYYYYY dont like bugs, like straight up sobbing, freaking out, then he wont but otherwise? have fun bro

someone has to seperate you two when you see a bug, because he will do something

sometimes if he's feeling generous he wont do anything and you'll be like "tf? what did you do to be so nice?"

"cant i just be generous towards my shrimpy?"

"no."

".....yeah i almost grilled grim thinking he was food."

"you WHAT."

all of this because of a simple bug

oh to be young and in love ----------------------- m.list @mit0ee 's work, please do not steal!

[shadebloopnik]

This is gonna sound SOOO off or smthn but

Was the Perfect Family Harmony planned to be a weapon against the Bergens?

Long post ahead bc brain is rotting

Ok so as we know, the Perfect Family Harmony is smthn that's so powerful that its capable of shattering diamonds. Not just that but its one of the only thing capable of doing so(according to Floyd it was the only thing but giving the benefit of the doubt)

So we know its strong, and we saw it blasting off Velvet and Veneer off their platforms when they performed it, and they weren't even the targets, they were blasted away by just the shockwave that came with using it.

"Its that powerful."

Ok, so its definitely powerful enough to be used as a weapon right? Yeah it was relatively safe enough to use in front of a crowd, else they wouldn't have tried to do it during a concert, but that could just be when those harmonizing aren't targeting anything.

If it could shatter diamonds, how easily could it break cages? What would it do if it was used to target a Bergen? A whole Kingdom of Bergens?

Lets also go back to that concert, to that time John was obsessed with them getting it right. They were in the Troll tree, in Bergentown, a place where any of them could die during Trollstice. The Bergens were a huge threat, something that trolls, at their size, couldn't fight back against normally so they had to run instead right?

But what if they COULD fight back? What if they had a weapon so powerful that it might finally be able to free them? To defeat the monsters that tortured their kind for centuries?

What if John Dory found a way to help make sure nothing would threaten his brothers' safety ever again?

Like, it'd make John Dory's obsession make SOOO MUCH MORE SENSE

Like yea he clearly has OCD and anxiety and some bossiness and that definitely added to it all, but imagine if it was more than that?

Look at him during that performance. He was in deep. He had a wild look in his eyes, a sort of deranged obsession to have everything be perfect no matter what. It wasn't healthy, it was scary, maybe even downright terrifying for his brothers who had to be subjected to it.

But you know what else he looked like?

Terrified

Man was scared out of his mind. His anxiety and stress levels were through the roof. He probably was one wrong tune away from hyperventilating.

What if it was bc it was so much more than the fans? What if he put the salvation of the entire troll-kind on his shoulders?

One wrong step meant they were nothing.

One wrong step meant disappointing the fans.

One wrong step meant letting down the kingdom.

One wrong step meant another troll getting eaten.

Thats why when they failed, John blew up. He took all of that self-hatred of failing to use that weapon to defeat the bergens and poured it all onto his brothers.

"I know we can reach the Perfect Family Harmony."

"What if we don't want to."

John Dory, blind to how and WHY his brothers didn't want to follow his lead, felt betrayed.

To him, all he's ever done was to ensure their safety, everything was for the greater good. He'd done everything he could, his goals slowly twisting him into a crazed obsession. To hear his brothers say they didn't want to help anymore might've struck a cord too much. If you'd noticed he actually looked really sad and hurt when they started bringing up how much they hated being in the band, but it slowly twisted to anger instead. Kind of in a like, "I tried doing everything for these shts and THIS is how they repay me???" way. He was so stressed and stuck in his own head with his failures that he just couldn't see what his brothers were trying to say.

So in a fit of impulsive rage, he left. To him it probably was like that rlly childish way of saying "Yea im leaving, good luck dealing with the Bergens while im goneee." You know? Like how kids runaway from home when they get angry or upset over every little thing but come back when they realize how stupid that was?

"Im not allowed to change."

And he DID come back. Who knows how long, but he did. Imagine how he must've felt seeing their empty pod in an empty tree, with the knowledge that he could've done something about it. The Perfect Family Harmony could've saved them. They could've used it to break the cage, to fight the Bergens. Hell, it could've been powerful enough to wipe out all the Bergens if they do so wished.

"Im the oldest, I have to be the leader."

He and his brothers were the only ones who'd ever gotten close to getting it right.

"Why do you think I moved into the middle of nowhere? So I didn't have to be in charge of anyone."

The village was counting on them. Counting on him. He let them down. He failed.

"Freeing the village Four little brothers is a lot of responsibility."

They could've gotten it. If only John did it right. If only John did it differently.

If only John Dory was Perfect

[moose-muffin]

im new here (hiya from the hazbin tag lol) but if you do character + character requests than please PLEASE gimmie a lee!vox with ler!alastor 🙏🙏🙏hear me out... the two are fighting and al (sHocKINglY) wins out, and vox expects to like.. be beaten into the ground as a result, but nope!! he gets tickled!!! to tears!!!! smthn smthn he wasnt smilin and, yk, youre never fully dressed w/o a smile!!!

/nf to do tho ty for reading!!! <3<3

OMG OMG HELLO WELCOME I HOPE YOURE DOING GOOD YIPPEE

SO FUN FACT I WAS VERY LIKE NEUTRAL TO RADIOSTATIC BUT TONIGHT HAS BEEN (HAHAH GET IT) AN ADVENTURE AND THIS ROAD HAS BEEN SUCH A BLAST <3 THOSE TWO FUCKERS ARE SO INSTIGATIVE ITS CRAZY.

I KNOWWWW THIS AS A FIC WOULD GO C R A Z Y!!!!! IDK IF ANYONE HERE WRITE FOR VOX AND ALASTOR AND PERHAPS DOES COMMISSIONS BUT I WILL PAY!!!! PLEASE HIT ME UP OR ILL PROBABLY GO TAKE A PEAK FOR MYSELF TMR <3 AS LONG AS THATS OK ANON. (I WILL ABSOLUTELY LET IT BE POSTED AS LONG AS THE AUTHOR IS OK WITH IT WHICH USUALLY THEY ARE!!!!) IM GONNA TAKE SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES AS I TYPICALLY DO HEADCANONS!

IM NOT USUALLY A CHARACTER + CHARACTER GIRLY SO BEAR WITH ME BUT I WILL DO MY VERY BEST!!!! HOPEFULLY I CAN DO THIS JUSTICE! IT WILL BE RANDOM HCS THAT ARE UNRELATED TOO. MY BRAIN IS A MESSY PLACE HWBSHWDBD

OK SO LIKE I KINDA MENTIONED, THEY BOTH LOOOOVE TO JUST GET UNDER PEOPLES SKIN. LOVE IT!!! ESPECIALLY ALASTOR. HES SUCH AN ASS (affectionate)

I’D EVEN SAY HE’S KIND OF AN INSTIGATIVE LER???? BRO IS DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO GET TO TICKLE VOX LIKEEE IDK IF THAT EVEN MAKES SENSE BUT I KNOW ITS TRUE. HE WILL CASUALLY WIGGLE HIS FINGERS IN CONVERSATION, TWEAK HIS RIBS FROM BEHIND, LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT. WELL THEYRE NOT LITTLE. ESPECIALLY NOT TO VOX WHO IS SO FLUSTERED BY IT… ITS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING

BUT! VOX HAS STARTED TO FIGURE IT OUT. AS HE IS ALSO ONE WHO LOVEEES TO GET UNDER SKIN, HE DECIDES HE’LL DO EVERYTHING TO TRIGGER A LER MOOD IN ALASTOR. IF HE CAN TELL HE ALREADY HAS ONE, HE FINDS WAYS TO SUBTLY (WE ALL KNOW HE ISNT SUBTLE THOUGH) LEAVE A SPOT UNPROTECTED. BUT ALASTOR DOESNT WANT TO GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION!!! HE TRIES SO HARD TO NOT GIVE IN TO VOX BC HE “WANTED TO BE THE ONE IN CONTROL” AND NOW HE ISNT AND HES #PISSED

ALSO VOX ABSOLUTELY IS HORRIFIED OF VULNERABILITY. YET HE IS ABLE TO MOVE PAST IT WITH ALASTOR HERE. SOMEHOW HE ISNT AS WORRIED ANYMORE. MAYBE HE KNOWS ALASTOR WILL REACT. HE LOVES THAT SO VERY MUCH.

AS FOR THE SPECIFIC PROMPT, OH THAT IS SO REAL!!!! ABSOLUTELY YES!!!

I DONT WRITE GOOD ROMANCE BUT LIKE UGH IMAGINE IT NOW. Alastor definitely just got himself to the V’s tower and was planning on fucking with Vox only to see he had already been kinda pissed off. Alastor wouldn’t be as satisfied if he knew he didn’t cause the frustration. He realized he could just stir the pot again. Problem solved, and what better way to solve it than using his weakness against him.. being tickled.

I’m being a little silly but genuinely Vox is so ticklish. Like most ticklish person in hell would go to him if it were an official title. That’s what I’m thinking. That being said, Alastor also knows how quickly he could get him to crumble… but wouldn’t it be more fun to take it slow.

Vox notices his presence almost immediately. He tried to ignore it as he feels his face get warm. He can’t fuck this up. He takes a deep breath and turns around. “Why hello, Alastor! What brings you to our building this evening?” He said in a semi newcaster voice. He wasn’t ready to drop the act

“Well Vox, I came here for a reason of my own but then I walked by your office and you looked so sad!” He began to walk closer to Vox. “You know, t they say you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

Vox let out a laugh that was quite clearly untruthful. “Yes Alastor I am aware! I was alone in here and so I figured I’d just save up some energy. I’m sure you understand.”

“Quite frankly I don’t,” Alastor paused, “I think maybe I could help you get that smile back.”

Vox didn’t even have to think. He knew Alastor meant he was going to tickle him. You could ask Velvette. She’s seen those two in tickle fights that lasted for DAYS. she knows what they’re capable of, or more so what Alastor is capable of.

Vox puts up a fight for maybe a couple seconds but he just loves tickles more than he can play pretend that he doesn’t <3

It works out well for them both, Alastor gets to fuck around with Vox and well, Vox gets his shit rocked!!! And he loves that more than a lot of things.

OK IM GONNA CUT IT OFF HERE BUT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COME BACK!!!! IM ALWAYS DOWN TO HEAR WHAT PEOPLE ARE THINKING!! MAYBE ID DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAIN OR LIKE ADD ONTO THIS!!! BUT I AM JUST ALL OVER THE PLACE CURRENTLY HEHE. I HOPE THESE ARE ENJOYABLE!!! (LOWKEY I WANNA ADD MORE TO THISSSS MAYBE TMR MAYBE TMR WE’LL SEE)

apologies if anything is ooc, i just do this for funsies <3

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASKK

[peachyanime]

appears looking at you with autism creature eyes. hello @sangerie your vs bros fankids (one of which i had a hand in making bc. glances at the reblogs/notes in @loopyarts post. i have confessed there fskakfafsga) are really really neat .u.

SPEAKING of loopyarts ty for allowing me to take inspo for nijis kids raid suit fit!! i really liked the softer yellow and the thicker lightning bolts on his pants you gave him so tysm for letting me yoink it <3

uh uhh individual pieces and also design/character rants under the cut bc. i wanna.

RAID SUIT RAMBLING TIME bc i spent the most time on those. also you might be asking 'why is only their hair rendered in those pieces?' well the answer is because i am Lazy. moving on . (/HJHJ i AM lazy but also rendering it further would mess up the colors and i didn't wanna do that lmao. carrying on..)

Ichiji's daughter i am so SO proud of her fit. i did not look up a reference or even inspo ideas at all, that all came from the ole noggin baybeee. anyways she is obviously based off a magical girl(s) fit bc she wants and DESERVES to be. also since Reiju doesn't have any kids of her own (based wine aunt) i also decided to let Little Red have some of her motifs instead of just purely Ichiji's!! primarily the 66 on her pants but also all the pink on her instead of just red :) and obviously she has her dads number and while she DOES have a (white? bc like daddy shes a special little princess /aff) cape i didn't include it here bc it looked reallly bad lmao. but she does have one tucked into the bow probably!! there she is, Sparkling Red Neo!!! (get it.. sparkling instead of sparking... bc magical girl.... im funny i think.) onto Little Ocean Boy

OKAY LET ME TALK ABOUT THE MOST MINISCULE YET MOST IMPORTANT DETAIL TO ME AND ME ALONE FIRST. that being the symbol on the brats belt. it was actually inspired/based off of this post which really stuck with me with me after reading it which i later realized was bc the "that something has been completely reversed" REMINDED ME OF THIS POST OF YOURS. i don't think im especially good at theory crafting but. idk i think there could be Something about how after judge came and turned germa into mercenaries their symbol turned from what once symbolized 'purity' into the skull of war mongers and then BACK to purity after 0124 get germa on the right path... poetry or smthn. ANYWAYS yah shoe shiners got a pretty basic fit bc like i said in the og ask, hes a sora warrior of the sea fan, once he saw the raidsuits irl methinks he'd want to stay pretty close to the og design. HOWEVER he refuses to drop the hat (much to Niji's dismay) and i came up with a reason besides 'its one piece and therefore there's GOTTA be a kid with a weird hat that they're attached to': and that is the fact that it hides his eyebrows. Little Red has the curly brows, all of Yonji's cabbage patch does too, and the brats the only one without. even if literally no one else notices or cares, he wants to hide the fact that he doesn't have em because it Separates him. and he doesn't want that. at all. he really, Really wants to be a part of this family (oh no i made it. angsty). ANYWAYS UHH YAYYY HE HAS A TWO ON HIS HAT (that he sewed on himself which is why i made sure you can see the stitch-lines) BC NIJIS HIS DAD WAHOO YIPPEE :D:D:D Dengeki Blue Neo: little shoe shiner edition!!

UHH second image is just a refined piece of that first doodle i sent you. with lineart and a better color pallet and all. actually looking at it again now i realize i forgot little brats freckles and i am now punching the air bc its too late to fix. just act like they're there. please :,,,) edit: nvm its the next morning i fixed that kjahsdah

i don't even have much to say about the last two because i Think i am Rightgksfjgasjkfa but for the third i think the brats a bad influence on Little Red especially. ALSO FOR THE FOURTH NO I DIDNT FORGET ICHIJIS TATTOO. I AM JUST LAZY. (and I also forgot his tattoo :]) ANOTHER edit: i also. fixed this :]

CHRIST i am incapable of contacting you on Tumblr via any way that includes anything less than 250 words i am so sorry sangerie.. i hope you like these tho cause i really do tbh :3 (PS you have to take literally NONE of what I said here [mostly about shoe shiner] as like.. canon about them?? these are YOUR ocs obvi so please, change Little Red's raidsuit design if you find it unappealing!! make shoe shiner have a backstory of your own!!! i hope that isnt weird or rude to say, i just thought it was important too bc i threw sm at you so strongly ^^' okay thats all tysm for reading this it means to world to me byebye <3)

[aliorsboxostuff]

i’m in love w pedro pascal and saw your recent post so i was hoping to request smthn for frankie morales

m!reader who is his husband, he was on the team but denied joining him on the heist, refusing when the boys came to their house to ask him, maybe they have a daughter and m!reader helps frankie overcome the whole drug thing

thank you!!

OMG this took a while I'm so sorry anon! But I hope you enjoyed this! I really like your idea and I hope this is enough to encompass all of it! I’ve taken the liberty to name Frankie’s daughter Alicia (Alie for short), your military callsign 'Mouse', and compressed the drug story a bit! As usual, I apologize for any mistakes made, Enjoy dear anon <3 (Translation for Spanish sentences at the end)

Mi Luz 

(My light)

Tags: Frankie Morales x husband!reader, OC daughter, slights angst, Other triple frontier characters, maybe OOC? A bit tho, some spanish sentences, domestic fluff, plot, a bit hurt/comfort, arguments, cursing, ambiguous ending

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Alicia perks up when she hears the familiar thrum of her papa's car, quickly running towards the door, stuffed bunny forgotten on the carpet.

“Dad! Dad, Papa’s home!” You laugh as you see her jumping excitedly. Putting away your oven mitts, you pick her up as you unlock the door, smiling as Alicia tries to peer out the second-floor railing. Once the whole view of the parking lot comes to view, your brows raise as you spot not only Frankie's car, but Tom’s truck in tow, parking beside it. From where you’re standing, you could spot Santiago shotgun in Frankie’s car, with the miller brothers on the back, Benny looking concerningly out of shape. When Frankie steps out of his car, that's when Alicia squeals. 

“Papa!” She waves her little hands, almost swatting your face in the process making you chuckle. You set her down, ensuring her shorts don't ride up before you swiftly turn her to face you.

“You wanna give papa a big hug?” Her eyes widened. She nods, determination set. “Alright, go get ���em, tiger!”

And just like that she zooms down the flight of stairs she knows so well, and falls many times to the point of immunity, and into the wide embrace of his papa, Frankie picking her up as she wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, almost knocking Frankie's cap. “Hey, baby girl!”

“Hi papa!” She giggles when he presses a kiss to her brown curls, now growing just past her shoulders. 

“There’s my girl,” He pulls her in again, embracing each other as you make your way down the stairs, a grin in place as you spot the boys exiting their vehicles, minus Benny trying to stop his nose bleeding still in the backseat.

“If I knew our whole squad was coming, I would have made more for dinner,” Tom was the first one to pull you into a firm hug, patting your back as he laughed.

“You don't have to, y’know we’ll settle for take-outs,” You huff, swatting at his arm. 

“I don't. And so does Alie,” You nod back towards your daughter, already beaming as she spots her uncle Tom. 

“Good to see you again, Mouse,” He moves to greet her when Santiago comes to view, signature smirk in place.

“Hey,” You smile, pulling him into the same hug and pat, lingering just enough to spot the exhaustion beneath his eyes. “Thought you’d gone rouge,”

He shrugs, the familiar smile making its way to his lips. “Might as well be,” His eyes moved to the little girl in Frankie's arm, mouth almost slack. “Is that… Alicia?” 

“Two years a long time,” You nod, patting him one last time as he saunters to his niece. “She’s four now!” 

“What?!” He grins, Alicia already struggling her limbs to get out of her papa’s hold and instead into Santi’s arms. You chuckle, seeing how happy he is to see her again after years of his endless mission, thankful Alie still remembers him. You turn to greet Will, turning in concern to his brother in the car.

“I’m guessing the fight went as usual?” He rolls his eyes and huffs, which makes you laugh as you head to Benny’s window and greet him, still trying to stifle the continuous nosebleed. Not only that, the scar across his left brow isn't looking too good either. 

“Come on up, I think I can make enough for all of us.” You announce, the others already smiling at each other. 

—

“Seriously babe, maybe call before you bring a whole platoon to our house?”

“Hey, Santi texted me out of nowhere. I didn't even know he was back already!” He replies, eyes a false innocence. You huff as you pull out the final dish from the oven, Frankie already helping the others set the table.

“You’re lucky we were already stocked on groceries yesterday,” You slap down the rag onto the counter as you wash your hands, careful of the slight burn on your left hand after a failed frying incident last week. 

“And that's why…” You feel Frankie's warm arms snaking their way around your middle, pulling you back and flushing against him. “Te amo, cariño,” 

You smile, feeling him press a kiss against your nape, before you giggle as he starts to move his devious fingers and tickles your stomach. You laugh, swatting his hands away as you push him to the dining room. “Go take the plates and help the others you sneaky shit,” You huff, shoving the plates into his arms as he pouts. “I’ll be out in a bit,” Pressing a chaste kiss before ushering him out, finally.

As you return to your cooling dish, you could hear the whistles from the others, no doubt sneaking glances at your and Frankies display of affection. The group, despite you all already being discharged years ago except for Santi, has always been each other's backbone. You remember at the start of your and Frankies relationship, you and him fought through his cocaine accusation, fully believing in your then-boyfriend that he’s innocent—which he was, in fact, some vengeful fucker from back in the army thought it’d be funny to frame him for it. They’ve always been supportive of you and Frankies relationship, especially Santiago and Tom, who were the ones that encouraged the both of you to have Alicia in the first place. Maybe that's why Tom always visits the most nowadays, after his and Molly’s separation, perhaps he sees a bit of Tess in her.

Shaking yourself from memory lane, you notice your dish has finally reached a temperature cool enough to consume, so you pick the container up and head into the dining room.

There, the whole squad is already at their seats, Frankie at the head of the table while Alicia sits next to her, an empty chair opposite your daughter. When you announce the final dish, they all cheer. You glance towards Benny who seems to be patched up enough to also shout his excitement, making you laugh. Frankie stands to help make room on the table, arranging plates and other dishes. Once it’s placed, it doesn't take another word for them to start digging in, and so did you. After securing a plate for Alicia, and watching her pray with pride in your eyes, you begin eating.

Dinner went on as expected. Santiago shares his stories out in North America, saving the sensitive parts away from Alie’s prying ears, the others share what happened recently in their lives as well. Benny, confident while trying to piece his ego back together, assures Alie that he got beat up because he ‘wanted to give his opponent a chance,’

“And definitely not because he missed his shots,” You took a sip from your cup as he shot a sharp glance at you, making the table guffaw and so did Alie. Tom shares a bit about Tess and how his work is going, and you also share a bit about how it’s going to working at the local library. Alicia beamed when she knew it was her turn to share, proudly displaying her growing knowledge of animals and numbers, especially counting to ten in Spanish. You smile, holding Frankie’s hand as Alie continues her theatrical explanation to her uncles, said uncles enthralled by her.

Once it turned late enough and Frankie has put Alicia to bed, you brought out the beer and passed it out to the others, still around the table but more relaxed as they sat back. Santiago took a sip of his before he turned to you with a set face. You raise a brow while he pulls out a file folder from his bag.

“Mouse,” He starts. You notice the others have gone quiet. “I want you to hear me out,”

“I got a job, seventeen grand of a week's consultant, no action, but,” He pauses, sliding the dark folder towards your side of the table. He gulps. “We need a good intel agent for the recce,”

You roll the idea around, tasting bitter before you decided, but picked up the file anyways. As you read the contents, Santi continues, “Lorea, a drug lord-”

“The one you’ve been chasing since forever?” You glance at Santi who nods nonchalantly, then continues.

“Yeah, that guy. Listen, I have an informant that told me he’s got seventy-five stashed in the jungle, I need you to do a background recce on this,”

You close the file, shocked at the amount of information. And was more shocked at the idea of the mission in itself. Maybe no action, but trecking on illegal grounds is already risky as is, especially with Alicia in tow between you and Frankie. You glance at Frankie, his eyes trained on the table, before you sigh and slide back the folder.

“We’re not going,” At that, Frankier’s head shot up. “This shit is insane, Pope. No estoy tratando de hacernos matar aquí, no con Alie aquí ahora."

"Por favor Mouse, te necesitamos en esto." He tries to push back the file, and you roll your eyes, clearly annoyed. 

“I’ve… already agreed,” You sharply inhale, eyes frowning slightly. 

“Is this why you guys pulled up? Why you came back, huh Pope?” The others are silent, which only confirms your suspicion. You scoff, arms now crossed. “Can't believe this shit…”

"Me and Frankie are not going,” You turn to your husband, only to find him still fixated on the table, picking at his chin slightly. No answer. “Right, Frankie?”

“W-how? Babe, you haven't even renewed your license yet-”

“They don't need a pilot with a license,” 

You feel a coil inside of you, gripping the table unnecessarily hard. Taking a lungful, you try to regulate the growing amber before it bursts. “Let’s talk in the kitchen,”

You stand up, Frankie wordlessly follows.

Once in the confines of the small kitchen, you rest your hip on the counter, arms still crossed as you huff, regarding your husband who has taken his cap off and set it on aside, brown curls array. 

“What do you mean you’ve ‘agreed’, Frankie?” He sighs, one hand resting on the tiled counter. 

“They needed a pilot, babe, and after hearing what Santi said…” You blink as he slowly meets your eyes. “It pays a lot,”

“Is that why you agreed? The fucking money? God…”

“You know we need this, Alicia needs this,” 

“Don't,” You snap, making him recoil. “Bring our daughter into this. I know we need this,”

“And that's why I agreed.” There's a waver in his voice, desperation, and fuck you know the money is enough to afford things you can only dream of, to give Alicia extra lessons and toys if she desires. Yet, one question remains unanswered.

“Santi said it’s only a recce, but what if it isn't? What if, we do go, and we get bullets put in us by the guards or something,”

“There are no guards-”

“Frankie, it’s a fucking house with seventeen grand inside, who’s insane enough to leave that shit unguarded.” At that, his hand closes into a fist. You scoff. “What if we don't come home, huh? We get paid and, what? Send the fucking cheque to Alie?”

It’s ridiculously insane enough to make you laugh. “What the hell is a kid gonna do with a fucking cheque,”

“If we die, if anything happens at all, what about Alicia?" 

This time, Frankie lets out a ragged sigh as he crosses his arms, staring deeply into the counter, avoiding your eyes. He inhales, closing his eyes. "We can buy anything Alie wants, anything we want, we can finally fix your damn motorcycle, the fucking leak in-"

"And leave Alie?" You stare, anger simmering beneath. "I'm not risking this shit when we have a daughter, Frankie. The chances of us leaving her, fucking, dying when we should've been home with her is too high,"

“This can help us!”

"And risk everything we've fought for?!" 

Another silence rings. Shorter, when your cold voice cuts through the tension. 

"Alicia can't lose us, Frankie. She can't." You square your shoulders. "I know how much money means to us, all of us, but I can't do this."

"Then I will." 

Frankie's decision makes your breath hitch. It halts your inner working and you almost lurch where you stand. It rings through your head, and an almost nauseating feeling deep inside you begins to come to life. You swallow, once, then blinks the burning feeling trying to crawl out your eyes. 

"Frankie?" you manage to croak. Frankie isn't looking at you either.

"Imagine the things we can afford. The things we can do for Alie, for us." And fuck he's right. With that kind of money, maybe you can finally repair your bike that's been sitting in pieces in the joint garage, or buy that one jacket Alie wanted, or help Frankie fix the leak in the bathroom. It'll help so much. 

"We need this, cariño." Carefully, warm, calloused hands wrap around yours. The weight is a familiar presence, the grounding anchor you need to not break down. Slowly, your eyes follow down your arm, until you reach your hands, clasps with Frankies, then up to those wide eyes. There's a glint of determination, a hint of plead.

"I'll come home. Siempre volveré a casa, tú eres mi hogar."

He tightens his hold, and the press and warmth of your husband's hands make your eyes gloss over. You blink, looking down before pulling your hands to rub away the stray tears. Once your vision clears from the water droplets, Frankie has made his way across the room and has stood next to you, patience in the softness of his eyes as he slowly knelt, your hands lulled into his as you try to lessen the tears now fighting its way out. 

“I'm not doing this if it weren't for a better life. You know we’ll always sacrifice ourselves for her,” 

You raise your palms, holding and running your fingers through the soft stubble on Frankie's jaw. The tips of your finger brush the curls peeping on his sides, taking in the expression that has always stolen your breath. The sincerity in his eyes burns a brand on your heart, wrenched between the decision of letting him go on the mission or not. 

“Promise me,” You pull Frankie closer, until your crowns meet, his breath warm as you try to suppress another wave of sob. “Promise me you’ll come home. Promise me, and Alie, you won't leave us.”

“I promise, mi amor.” without hesitation.

“Te quiero, mi luz,” Your voice whispers when Frankie brings you closer, a grounding hand on your nape. 

“También te amo, mi querido,” Frankie pressed his lips against yours, a soft brush, a note for more, a promise. Your eyes flutter shut, storing the kiss as a memory.

When you two pull apart, your hands are still holding Frankie's jaw, simply rubbing circles where Frankie sighs into your touch. You smile, a contrast to what your pounding heart wants. Taking a lungful of air, you straighten up, eyes sharp to where you spotted the others peeking from the door.

"Boys, Entra aquí de una vez!" They flinch, knowing you meant no harm though they hover on the door with hesitation. 

"Yeah?" Pope tries his charming smile, it doesn't work on you.

"If Frankie's going, at the very least I'll gather as much intel as you need. But I'm not joining you, and that's final." You nod curtly. Pope and the Miller brothers, mouth slightly agape making Frankie chuckle, only nods in understanding. 

—

"Make sure your survival kit is at the very top," 

"Got it," 

"Enough cash?"

"Enough to make it past the border," 

Frankie drops his pack by the door, heavy from his equipment. Flashes of memory from when you and your husband served makes you uneasy, a bile of sensitive memory almost steals your breath. Warm hands slither their way from behind you, Frankie's breath ghosting your nape as he buries his face into your scruff. You sigh, breathing in the familiar musky that is so Frankie. 

"I'll be okay, baby," He pressed a kiss on the shell of your ear. You shudder, pushing back to bury yourself deeper into him, maybe if you believe hard enough you'll be fine with him and he wouldn't need to leave. 

"Promise me, you'll come home,"

"I promise," 

Hearing a creak from the house, the two of you peer behind to see Alicia in her pajama, clutching her bunny as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. 

"Where is papa going?" She yawns as you approach her, picking up her little body and perching her on your hips.

"Papa, is going on a little trip with his friends to North America," You smile and kiss her button nose.

"We're not going?" She pouts, which makes you sigh while Frankie makes his way to where you stand. He sweeps back her brown curls, pressing a kiss to her crown.

"I'll just be gone for a couple of days, hanging out with my friends, okay princesa?" She lightens slightly, bright eyes looking towards Frankies pack near the door. "Until then, necesito que cuides a Daddy, ¿de acuerdo?"

She beams then nods excitedly, "Will you bring something for me and daddy?" 

"I'll bring back anything you want baby," 

"I want a keychain!" She giggles, bringing her bunny closer. You laugh, followed by Frankie as you both hear what your daughter wants. A child her age would want a new toy or something, yet she's always been the one to ask oddly mundane things. 

"Why's that?" Frankie ruffles her locks. 

"So I can show my friends, papa went to North America!" You hold yourself while you shake in laughter and Frankie does the same. Alicia simply stares with her wide eyes and bright smile between her parents, a light confusion between her brows. 

"Sure Alie, a keychain," Frankie laughs again, before he presses another kiss to her daughter's crown. "I'll be back in a couple of days okay,"

Once Frankie is out the door, duffle in hand and nearing his pickup, you and Alicia wave a final goodbye. She squeals, and another 'bye papa!' shrills from her little mouth. You smile, albeit a little bitter, while you wave at him standing below you. He puts his duffle in, slides in the car himself, and the engine starts. You can only hope he'll come home in one piece.

Translation:

Te amo, cariño: I love you darling

Por favor Mouse, te necesitamos en esto: Please Mouse, we need you on this.

Siempre volveré a casa, tú eres mi hogar: I will always come home, you are my home.

Te quiero, mi luz: I love you, my light

También te amo, mi querido: I love you too, my dear

Entra aquí de una vez!: Enter here at once!/Get in here right now!

necesito que cuides a Daddy, ¿de acuerdo?: I need you to take care of Daddy, okay?

Requests are open!

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Hi hi hello its me again

Same anon from sea-monster reader anatomy

I'm currently lying awake on my bed thinking abt this instead of sleepin, but in one of the posts (first one where you presented the concept i think) u said sea monster reader slowly learned words like thank you and eclipse and all that in worded sentences

If so how did they communicate before that

Was it trial and error like when a cat keeps meowning and you dont know what the heckty heck they want? Did they understand somewhat what each other was saying even without being able to replicate said language? (Like when you can understand English but can't for your life's sake pronounce a single sentence properly [aka me])

Maybe its just the power of love who knows who am i to judge

Anyway that was all im gonna try to sleep now cuz its 4am hope you have a good day/night 🌷

I don't promise to not come up with more questions my bad abt that

HEY I LOVE GETTING QUESTIONS LIKE THIS DONT U EVER NOT SEND THEM

And i think of it a lot like both 'cat meowing but u dont know what they want' AND 'i can understand you but cant make the words' sort of? like Sea Monster Reader could understand Eclipse vaguely enough to get the idea of what he was saying, but could not, for a long time, make the words or figure out which words meant what, and Eclipse would try his best to understand whatever Sea Monster Reader wanted or was talking abt but their language barrier was just too much.

A LOT of it was reading the tone, at the very beginning. Eclipse would use a soft and gentle voice around them, and move slow and careful to show he didn't want to hurt them. If anyone else got too close with too much curiosity, he would use a growling, angry snap to chase them away, sometimes physically forcing them. He was always gentle or soft when he tended to their injuries, which was a lot coming from him, they were like the first person he was ever nice to skfdsdjfhs

Sea monster Reader, on the other hand, communicated a lot through gestures and body language. Sometimes they would try to speak in their own language, but it was obvious Eclipse was like ??? so they only did that when they wanted to say something they didnt really want him to understand. (at least once they would say smthn like "i dont understand why you are being nice to me. a killer doesnt deserve so much kindness" in their own language, knowing he wouldn't be able to understand it at al)

There was a LOT of improv in the beginning, and like can u imagine how surprised Eclipse was when they said his name for th first time,, i love these idiots bumbling their way thru being so different but also very in love,,

[browzerhistory]

this started out as tags on a post but i realized i should probably just. make my own post at this point.

anyways ohhhg my god dont even TALK to me about a post-prime trio situation. ill start crying. GOOD GOD the betrayal and even if its post 6-2 that they meet again what would there even be to SAYYYY!!!

chewing on the minosgabe especially because like okay. minos was getting through to him before he was assassinated. gabriel knew that the council (and by extension The Father Himself, though he'd never admit it) were being needlessly cruel to the sinners. not just in lust but through all of hell (he was the closest to the ferrymen but knew of the futility of their devotion for example). but i think it scared him to think about everything he's ever known being a lie, not to mention the threat of getting his light and title stripped if he stepped out of line. so to reconcile it, he followed orders and killed minos. maybe he convinced himself (or was convinced) minos was trying to lead him astray or smthn.

gabriel would not only understand minos wanting to shred him, he'd Want him to. the only way gabriel knows how to make things right is someone getting hurt. so it's natural for him to offer an eye for an eye so to speak. and of course minos would want to kick his ass at first (his whole boss fight speech is pretty indicative of this i think). but given time to think with his Judge Brain, he'd realize death is not fitting for what he did. gabriel wants it to be, but that's because the only kind of justice he knows is the kind the church teaches. minos knows it would be infinitely better (and infinitely crueler, in a way) to let him live with himself.

ohhgggg and sisyphus and minos post prime... this really depends on how one sees their relationship while they were alive. BUT. the dynamic of like. these two who have faced actual hell together and were murdered by the same guy only to come back irreversibly altered in every sense of the world. and despite everything it's still the man they fell in love with but theres so much each went through that the other wont know. BUT THE LOVE IS STILL THERE. (havr you noticed a pattern with me about this theme) godddd and then to have them be faced with gabriel.. also changed deeply from who he used to be but who is still the angel who killed them. (IN A SENSE. because he hasnt had as much Time as the other two. and we all know how the church has to be taken out of someone. piece by bloody piece.) to have gabriel There before them understanding what he did was infinitely fucked and understanding if they want to kill him.

and don't even get me STARTED on gabriel and sisyphus post prime. here is this angel who minos tried to change while he was alive. tried to make him see the injustices of heaven. and sisyphus Saw the progression in his thinking on the rare occasions where they did meet. and maybe he started to hope that things could be different because if even the Righteous Hand Of The Father can have doubts in the system then maybe change is possible. but then gabriel kills both of them on the council's orders. and he knows that dogma is buried deeper in his being than either of them can know, let alone change, like that deer that got shot through the rib but lived and ossified the arrow - but they're on the killing end of it, so what does it matter in the end?

i don't know how they'd cross the bridge of trust at first tbh. i don't think minos would even want to look at gabriel. (he trusted him.) and yeah gabriel changed especially post 6-2/council murder but there's only so far that can take him. like i said above i think minos would let/make him live with what he did. i don't think sisyphus would want to take gabriel out as much, esp. if it's post 6-2 since at that point gabriel is just as holy as they are and killing him wouldn't really change anything. he's changed but he's still got a very long way to go yk?

ugh idk i feel like i could draw this better than i can write it. these are just random characters they don't mean anythingg

[starry-nights12]

happy birthday!! idk how to start this exactly but here goes lmao 💀 your writing is amazing and I love it sm and I was looking back over your posts and you mentioned gift fabrics and I was like omg I wanna do that but I had like. nothing planned ahshdhjdjdh lmfao 😭💀 BUT who cares im gonna come up with smthn anyways and you cant stop me. bc your writing is great and I get so excited every time you post something and so yeah. im doing a thing RN and uh. you cant stop me. take that. 👍💪

anyways lmao this is kinda inspired by that one fic of yours where will has a nightmare bc I think its such a good opportunity for a hurt\comfort fic :P hope you had a great birthday btw ! lights camera action or something idk 💀 oh yeah also this is in the jinx firelight au (that's a pretty vital piece of information that fun fact I didn't think to disclose until after i started writing :D 💀😭)

The cool night breeze danced across Ekko's face as he gripped the railing of the banister, trying in vain to calm his strained, shaky breathing. He had woken up in a cold sweat, sitting bolt upright in his bed, limbs thrashing about as he gasped and tried to suppress a scream. He had stayed sitting there in the darkness, his whole body shaking, as he tried to no avail to regain his composure. It wasn't until a minute or so later that he noticed the hot tears rolling down his face. At that point he realized sitting there and waiting for the pit in his stomach and the ache in his heart to go away wouldn't help anything, so he (by some miracle) had managed to stumble out of his room and out into the night air, shaking. He had been trying hard not to think about his nightmare, but he couldn't quite seem to get his mind under control. He couldn't stop thinking, couldn't stop shaking. It was as if his whole body had turned against him.

The dream had been about her. The parts he could remember, anyways. Because of course they were. Because of course he couldn't just be happy with her, right? Because he always had to wonder, "What if, what if, what if..." didn't he? First it was "What if I had just gone with them?" or "What if I had tried harder?" or "What if I didn't do enough? What if I could have saved her?" Now that she was here, she was safe, she was his friend again, he thought it would've gotten better. But it hadn't. "What if she hates me? What if things will turn out the same? What if she gets hurt? What if I lose her again?" He supposed he was probably being unreasonable by thinking he would be automatically fine again (or he would have, if he had been thinking clearly). She hadn't been here for that long, only a couple weeks, almost a month. They needed time. They were a lot better and much more comfortable with each other, sure, but it was difficult sometimes. Nothing good ever came easy. But being with her again was worth it.

He had managed to calm the whirlwind of fear and panic that had laid claim to his mind, slowly guiding his senses to his surroundings, drinking in the peaceful night that encompassed him. He should've felt better. It was so relaxing, the silver moonlight dripping from the clouds, the sweet, honey-tinted breeze that stroked his hair, the rustle of the leaves playing overhead. But he still felt empty. Lonely. A couple days ago, he had mentioned to her that he had been having nightmares after she inquired about his tired state. She had told him that if it happened again, he would be welcome to stop by her room for someone to talk to, as she usually stayed up pretty late herself. He had thanked her, but he had also lightly told her off for it, insisting that she needed to get enough sleep. But right now, he really, really hoped she hadn't listened to him.

His breath started to shake a little again as he walked over to her room, trying to ignore the tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't know why he was getting all worked up again.

What if she wasn't awake?

He was just dropping by to see if she was awake. He would be fine on his own, really. He was okay.

What if she was just being polite? What if she won't want to be there to comfort him?

He was okay. It was just a bad dream. He had managed on his own before. It was fine. He was fine.

He had reached her door. He stood in front of it, trying to calm down. Trying to stop fucking shaking so much. He finally raised a fist to the door and knocked on it gently.

"Jinx?" He tried to keep his voice from trembling. Silence. It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like forever.

"Ekko? Is that you?"

"Y-yeah." Relief flooded through his body.

The door creaked open and Jinx appeared, looking puzzled.

"What are you doing up so late? Is it the-" Her face fell, confusing him for a moment until he realized he had started crying again.

"S-sorry, I'm sorry I just-" he felt her cool hands on his face, tenderly wiping away his tears before pulling him into a much welcomed embrace. She pressed up against him, rubbing his back with one hand as her other massaged the back of his head gently. More tears fell from his eyes as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her gently, still shaking. Her skin always seemed to be cold, yet her touch always brought him comfort.

"It's gonna be okay, Little Man. I'm here." Her voice was gentle and quiet, soothing. "Do you want to stay here for a while?"

"Uh-huh." His voice wavered and he nodded, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. She squeezed him close, then gently led him in, not letting go. She wiped off his fresh tears with a sad, gentle, understanding smile as she guided him onto her bed, the mattress creaking a little as they curled up together. Ekko's hugged her tightly, comforted in her presence as she rubbed her hands in small circles on his back, his shoulders, his head; as she hummed a quiet song and lovingly nuzzled into him. It all felt so...right. Like everything was okay again. She was here. She was here. She was here. He was so glad she was here.

"Thank you."

"Always."

yaaaaay you made it to the end! :DDD ik that you will probably not be reading this on your birthday bc I think we're in similar time zones (?) but yea lmao 💀💪

fun facts time I started writing this on your birthday and have not stopped since. it is not your birthday anymore. it is 12:30 at night and I am going feral,,

anyways I hope you enjoyed also I hope you had a lovely birthday! this is actually my first ever proper fanfic and I don't think I've ever published any of my writing online before, but I've come this far already that at this point the wrath of the gods would not be powerful enough to stop me (from posting this and also just in general)

thanks for all your wonderful writing and for inspiring me to make this btw!

I may be sleep deprived,

Sincerely,,

OH MY GOD!!!

YOUR DESCRIPTIONS!!!!!>>>>>>>>

EKKO PRETENDING THAT HE'S KAY WHEN HE ISN'T!!!!

JINX COMFORTING EKKO!!!!

[your--isgayrights]

hi its me your stalker. I saw your post about lsk and how her sponsor relates to her meta narrative role, can you elaborate? thank you as always

Hi bestie it took me a sec to get back to you and this is kind of just a big text block of my feelings about this so feel free to ask a follow up if it doesn't make sense

Ok so part of what I was talking about was that where omniscient reader is Kim Dokja's story, his mother and the stories associated with her represent the parents/ancestors/family of ORV, the literary works that SS were building on in making their own novel. Samguk yusa in particular is one of the oldest extant korean literary works, like if you ever take a Korean literature history class or smthn that's where you start lmao. So like, in relation to Kim Dokja as a reader LSK represents the influence of the classics that follow a lot of like the unspoken rules of literature vs YJH/HSY representing webnovels that are like not necessarily good or time tested but have an arresting passion and appeal KDJ is swayed by. Then this is also important bc in particular the story of the mother bear LSK is represented by is one that is /about/ following the rules of a narrative and being rewarded for it in the end. The bear and the tiger want to become human, the king of heaven gives them instructions, the bear follows the rules, bear gets to be human, marries king of heaven, and births the first king of Korea. So then in relation to the narrative of ORV, LSK has always been this influence of narrative destiny/inevitability in face of reality... When we see KDJ giving up on the things he wants and dismissing his hopes and dreams as impossible, it's coming directly from the way LSK has influenced him in writing her own narratives about their lives. "The only way for you to be safe is if I take the fall," the consequences have to fall somewhere, there's no ideal world where mother and son live happily ever after w/ no consequence for killing the father, there's no world where both the bear who followed the will of heaven and the tiger who did not get to be human, there's no world where Kim Dokja can reshape the very fabric of the universe to suit his ideals and go home to eat pizza afterward. The niggling thought we all had in the back of our minds when the most ancient dream was "defeated"... That can't be it, can it? It can't just be over like that... How could it be just that easy, in the end? It doesn't make sense... << That's what LSK represents, the sense of narrative that demands happiness be earned, sacrifices be made, anything else is unrealistic, it's not how the world really works, who wants to read that?

This is the real final boss of omniscient reader's viewpoint: the escape from narrative. The entire epilogue is concerned with this question, what ending does this story deserve? Kdjco have to fight KDJ's sense of narrative destiny to tell him it doesn't matter to them what the most artful or narratively complete ending he can come up with is, just that they want to fucking see their friend again. It's the feeling at the end of any tragedy where the reader wonders if the hero could have been saved. It's also the counterpoint to the question between the classics and commercial webnovel literary cultures. Does it have to be artful and poetic? Can't they all just be happy, in the end? Between "the ending is too sad" and "the ending is too unrealistic," ORV prioritizes the desires of the characters and the readers who really connected to them by giving Kim Dokja the ending they wanted.

TLDR; So whereas LSK consistently sacrifices herself or gives up on trying to make things better, consistently trapping herself in certain roles, KDJ is able to recognize what the original narrative of TWSA would make a binary decision and take a third path. this both represents her influence on KDJ as a character and the influence of unspoken rules about what makes a story "good literature" on the narrative of ORV, but that ultimately you have to follow love/influence on or emotions of real people instead of rules that seem set in stone.

[autistic-katara]

cw transphobia/cw suicide/rant

disrespectfully, if ur the typa parent who treats ur kid coming out as trans as “ur little girl/boy dying” or u “being in mourning” and especially if u talk abt that infront of/to ur trans kid fuck you.

“let them have emotions” no, fuck that. u can have feelings like that or whatever, i’m not trying to police ur thoughts but 1. acknowledge that u need to work on those feelings for the sake of ur kid and 2. keep those feelings to ur fucking self.

and if u absolutely HAVE to talk abt them, do it privately, when ur kid’s not around, when no other trans kid who might be in a similar situation could hear. if someone asks u if u feel like that when ur kid’s sitting right fucking next to u just lie, or at the very least tell them uve been working on it (which u better have been.)

because it makes it seem like u think ur kid’s transition is abt urself (which i sometimes wonder if u mfs do think that), and it makes ur kid feel like they cant explore their own feelings abt them feeling like they killed the little girl/boy they used to be, even if its not related to gender or being trans at all, heck, maybe ur trans son feels weird abt thinking he “killed the boy he used to be” bcz of smthn else like depression or smthn and he feels weird abt thinking that bcz u talked abt how u feel in mourning for his past self and it made him feel super icky (or vice verca w/ ur trans daughter or enby kid).

parts of this go for other insensitive shit u could say to ur kid during their transition (“i’m worried it could be a trend” “hormones/blockers r just so dangerous”, comparing medically transitioning to girls developing anorexia due to diet culture, etc.)

i’m sorry, i know i should probably be sympathetic to parents going through a kinda (and partially rightfully) scary change but if ur saying or doing shit that negatively affects ur kid, even if u didnt mean it that way fuck u, idgaf abt how u feel abt it, how u feel like u lost a child, how u hate ALL surgeries (but especially an unnecessary one), how after a few hours of facebook research ur worried it could be a trend, how ur worried that using their name/pronouns might confuse their younger siblings (who would probably easily understand a simple explanation with the option to ask questions after if explained right), i do not give one single fuck abt ur self-centred, uneducated worries.

you might have good intentions or whatever but this shit is gonna kill your child, i’m sorry. and if it doesnt kill them its gonna make them hate u, both now and when theyre actually able to medically transition and live on their own.

and honestly, even if they do figure out “oh hey, i’m actually just cis but with a kinda complicated relationship to gender” i promise u they arent gonna thank u profusely for bringing up the worry that theyre not actually trans or making their transition so much harder and slower, theyre gonna hate u for making them scared to question their gender anymore incase u turn out to be right and u think u did the right thing which would both feel shitty for them personally for obvious reasons but might also hurt their trans siblings or the trans kids whos parents might be in the same facebook group or whatever.

and theyre very much gonna hate u for overlooking their feelings, doing stuff they know u know makes them actively suicidal, and not caring enough to look at actual resources for parents trying to support their trans kids better, preferably written by a trans person themself, and instead go to, again, ur mommy facebook group where ur bsf posts terfy memes and abt how “she doesnt want her teenage daughters in the same bathroom as perverted men!” (both “daughters” also being trans boys who coincidentally are both insanely suicidal, cope in unhealthy methods, and talk shit abt their parents the moment the topic of them comes up) and where they fear-monger abt how ur young impressionable girls (and probably boys too) are being taken advantage of by the evil transgenderism movement and how its a social trend for them to mutilate their bodies, “just like how girls would starve themselves to fit in when we were teens!”, and thats in the rare chance that they DO detransition.

anyways idrk what else to say other than support ur fuckin trans kids as much as u can, do actual research to support them, or dont be shocked when ur child tries to kill themself and/or doesnt speak to u anymore when their older, and when that happens i hope the pain u feel is as bad as half the pain we feel from having to deal with ur self centred transphobic bullshit that makes it feel like our parents dont love us and just see us as dolls and see our struggles w/ dysphoria as small irritation that surgery and hormones would be unnecessary to fix, and if u make ur kid feel like that i cannot stress this enough: Fuck. You. because you are the reason the child ur supposed to love, care for, and protect feels like this and wants to kill themself. just fuck you.

[vacantgodling]

Oh no, sorry about the last ask **sent it and immediately saw the post that Alizath is a place** ^^' But please still provide The Information

LMAOOOO NAUR that’s my bad. like i said i talked about this wip like once and never mentioned it again pfffff

but basically the information:

who is alizath

this fucky landmass up north. the smidge of yellow at the bottom is galeré, the country paramour’s mess takes place in cuz SURPRISE… these share a universe pff

what is alizath?

a hot mess basically. the government is run by “courts” or factions (perhaps cults… at least one of them kinda is) and there’s a central parliament that’s supposed to be the voice of the common people. like. it barely is but we move.

anyway tho there’s the iron spring, the titanium summer, the brass autumn, and the steel winter.

we mainly focus on the brass autumn bc the “dad” of our mc kirsi, used to be the ruler of the brass autumn but then he was framed for killing a guy and was exiled.

the story? well basically kirsi is supposed to bring favor back to her family by attending socialite events so that her father can be allowed back into alizath. also so that they can stop being horribly poor (they aren’t terribly bad off cuz they’re getting help but it’s complicated).

the real plot however is found as kirsi starts getting close to people and it becomes very apparent that the iron spring wants to become a sole monarchy. power struggles, romance, death, chaos, war, and more ensue!

but some basic important to know characters:

kirsi: she’s the mc. she’s also adopted (does not know this), part of a prophecy (definitely doesn’t know this), and isn’t fully human (kirsi knows jack shit about anything basically)

jeanna sunniva: she’s kirsi’s aunt who helped raise her for the purposes her brother has. she is strict but very protective over kirsi and her life has been Rough

juven: current leader of the brass autumn in his father’s stead. he’s also one of kirsi’s love interests (end game ot3 situation). he’s too young to be shackled with this shit but yknow. he’s here now. also he wants to keep alizath out of the hands of the spring and would rather it turn more into a republic or smthn.

amarette: juven’s best friend and from the titanium summer. his mama hates him teehee. he, juven and kirsi are end game ot3. he just wants to be able to live his life how he wants.

greye: eldest daughter of the iron spring who hates her father and is uh…. plotting lmao.🧍‍♂️

lord flykrost: the leader of the steel winter and tbh the only one with a head on his fucking shoulders. he values his family more than anything and is ready to turn the steel winter into its own nation at the drop of a hat to protect his family and the citizens who live in his region. very chill dude but he used to be the head of the general alizathan army so idk don’t fuck with him

lady love: lord flykrost’s wife and she’s scarier than him. she did settle down and loves those loyal to her fiercely. she and jeanna used to be good friends but why hmmm 🤔

and a bunch of other characters but yahhhhhhh

how did you get inspiration?

dude i used to love the app game helix waltz (it’s no longer a thing rip) and i wanted to make a story where i could romance my favorite character juven (i didn’t change juven’s first name but a lot about him otherwise has changed lol) sooooo this story got born out of that.

so yah i hope that’s a good overview pff

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how do you choose what art you reblog and like? i want to tag my art more effectively so it gets seen but no matter what i do it doesn't really work

do you like scroll through the tags or only look at what your mutuals reblog?

Ngl though abt this one for a while.

I usually go through my dash and see what the mutuals are throwing around, but i do go through the tags every now and agin if i have the time. My schedule is crammed these past few months and for me to sit down and take the time to look up art is rare. But thats only me. I see people on here posting and rebloging new fantastic art everytime i log on.

Not that I’m an expert or smthn, but I do find that statistically my art does better when its posted alongside a story or my own thoughts and whatnot. And thats perfect for me cus i have too much lore stored in my shit doodles that getting it out and it being recieved well is a god damn miracle. I can do that less these days but regardless i find giving us the lore of the drawing and your hcs is the besstttt shitt. I know I love when a helltalia artis tdumps their (especially historical and related) hcs and stories with their art.

Everyone here has their niche and why they repost certain art types. I enjoy sorta semi relaistic art styles, historical/political integration of these characters, a good sad angsty hc/story etc…

I think the best way really is just finding your niche and working it through, developing your hcs, sharing them, interacting with people whose posts you really like… tags are good but i personaly dont really think you can rely on them. Maybe even reblog your own art every once in a while. You can also do that for it to be seen more.

But then again im not sure im the person to ask. I started drawing an posting n shit cus my brain was gonna explode if i didnt share it with someone and i didnt rlly care to tag it that well :/ maybe it does work and maybe it doesnt idk

In any case gl <3