#look sometimes you've just got to draw a bit (a lot) of leg. sometimes it happens like that. shh.

[chiropteracupola]

let friendship and honor unite &c &c

[velnna]

The more I learn about your comic... The more I fall in love with it. Especially your bugs! Like can you explain more about them? I'm really curious about them (from the full bugs to the hybrids and anything else that comes to mind).

Anyway your art is wonderful and I adore seeing it on my dash. And you can info-dump too. If you want ofc.

Thank you!

The worldbuilding is a work in progress (as it always is, but the first chunk of the comic itself is pretty self-contained so we've been slowly tinkering at the rest of the world and creatures as we go without affecting it much), so we mostly have loose rules and ideas for the bugs as a species. Or anything in between for that matter.

For all intended purposes, bug people are all the same species and can usually cross-breed within mechanical constraints, as well as mix with the elves we threw into the mix. Genetics? Don't know her. We operate on Sims logic here.

A full bug has roughly a human lifespan, with some variation depending on the type of bug it's closer to and some type-specific quirks. The one we've explorer the most, as it pertains to Ashton and the latest batch out of the oven, is the ability that some types might have to undergo metamorphosis, usually at the expense of lifespan. This is Ashton btw

And this is Ashton pre-metamorphosis:

Something like this isn't super common tho! So despite me drawing a bunch of butterfly or moth people they generally don't get to that point and stay looking more like funky lizards with many arms

Bugs can have many arms or legs or eyes, funky colours, exoskeletal bits, antennae, or look pretty close to your average human/elf with hidden bug features. Dahlia for instance is a vaguely spidery bug but can easily hide a bunch of her eyes and secretes venom thru hidden glandes so you could mistake her for an elf

Meanwhile it'd be very hard to mistake someone like this guy for anything other than a horned bug

If u catch my drift.

Some bugs are small! Some are huge. Some are out there committing atrocities

Some dont look like bugs at all

They're generally not as physically strong as the average elf but more resilient in a cockroach kinda way. They can have a chaotic range of circulatory systems and internal organs that sometimes just make them really hard to kill and its also pretty hard to keep track of every variation of the species and their quirks.

That being said in a lot of places they're super common and coexist with elves just fine, mix up and it's also not super uncommon to have half breeds like our man Staeve (the ThUG edition). The closer you get to elf the longer you live and less "non human" traits you have. There's also a bunch of different types of regular ass elf and it all falls under the elf category unless we decide to name them something else down the line.

Then you've got a smaller category of super elves that have been isolated for so long they never blended with anything else, are more attuned to magic and in general have a sort of mythical status amongst everyone else. They also have the longest lifespan at around 250 ish years.

That's sort of the TL;DR for now! Ollie and I have started to put all the info we've got into a single repository and do want to start sharing it (probably as patreon posts for now) because comics are slow and the scope might not encompass that much of what we want to explore of this world. And the chaotic idea machine never stops

Here's a metamorphosis meme for ya

[otherone12]

Oh, Baby... You're Mine

Vampire!Gerard Way × Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! I’m weirdo and vampires are fucking hot, so I has to write a something like this (no judgement, pleaseeee). Hope u enjoy it :)

Summary: The boy in your class is shy and weird, but you've always been nice to him, making him create an obsession. The problem is he's a little weirder than you thought… I mean, he literally drinks blood, and wants YOU and YOUR blood, and he won't take "no" for an answer.

- Word Count: 2.090

- Warnings: She/her pronouns. Blood things, pet names? Kidnap, AFAB SMUT!

> DEAD DOVE!!!! < IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: Sorry for the smut, i'm not used to write this, i'm still learning already. (:

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

Gerard has been my classmate since the beginning of the year. I've never talked properly with him, but everyday I say “hi” to him with a smile. 

His black hair fell perfectly on his unhealthy pale face when he bent over the table to draw. Maybe the way he didn’t talk to anyone, or the way he kept his attention on his drawings during the class, I don’t know, but he's really cute. 

Sometimes my pastime is to find him looking at me, when he notices I stared back, he stops staring and gets a bit blushed. 

This has been happening for some months, and I got a bit tired of this, so I walked towards him at the end of the class, knowing he has free time. I crossed the empty classroom, and stood in front of him. Gerard looked up at me and swallowed hard, looking a bit nervous.

- Hi! - I started with a kind smile - Am I bothering you?

- H-hey… N-no you’re not… - He tucked his hair behind his ear, taking his eyes from his draw. His voice was high-pitched and pleasant to hear. - I wanted to talk to you, but I was afraid of being creepy. 

We talked, and I noticed that we had a lot in common, passion for art; for good music and old movies; so we kept the conversation going as long as we could. He didn't smile even one time, but I thought he liked talking to me as much as I liked talking to him.

In the next few days, Gerard and I had small conversations during the free periods, but nothing more than that. I started to think about him as a friend, ‘cause somehow he made me feel great.

Wasn’t like I thought of him as some kind of partner or something, but it is nice to know that if I need someone to talk to, I can go and speak to him. I haven’t many friends, none actually, I just didn’t feel comfortable with anyone, but he was different, someway.

After class, on an ordinary day, I was walking alone with my headphones on, and the cold wind of fall in my face. Going home, I felt something weird on my way. I didn’t know what was wrong, but the sensation of being followed haunted me for some streets. 

Faster than I could understand the whole situation, I felt a strong hit in my head, I fell on the floor, beating my head on the asphalt. The pain didn't last longer than a few seconds, cause i had already fainted.

Opening my eyes slowly and with difficulty, I couldn't see an inch in front of me because of the dim light. When I tried to rub my eyes with my hands, I realized that they were tied apart. I began to panic, noticing that I was tied to a bed, with my hands on different sides of the headboard and my legs spread with my ankles tied to the other end of the bed.

My first instinct was to scream, and I did. I got no response, but a door was opened, making the room a little brighter because of the light coming from it.

Before the door was closed, in the few seconds that the room wasn't pitch black, I saw that the room had a gothic aesthetic, with old paintings, black veils covering the windows, candles and chandeliers filling the room, and the old structure itself attracting attention.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, unable to make out anything. Soon I felt cold hands tracing my face and going down to my neck. I froze, the soft skin of those hands was almost soothing, but I couldn't let it take away my focus. I screamed again, but my mouth was covered pressing hard on my dry lips.

- You don't need to scream, darling. - A familiar voice reached my ear, making me even more nervous - I won't hurt you, hun. At least, not now.

 Slowly, he took his hand away from my mouth and I didn't scream, for fear that the situation might become worse than it already was.

- G-gerard?! 

I said, stuttering and with my voice muddled by fear.

- Aw how cute, you recognize my voice. - His tone didn't sound friendly, but threatening. As he spoke, he caressed my cheek. - There's no need to be afraid, baby.

- W-why are you doing this? - I cried, and he dried my tears with his thumb. - please, let me go

I begged to no avail, only to hear a harsh laugh coming from him. 

- I'm doing this because you’re different from the others. But you already know that, right, princess? - He moved away from me and lit some candles, letting me see the room more clearly - Do you know how much time I spent observing you? The way you talk, the way you smile, the way you walk... The way you look, damn! All pretty, all perfect, but never all mine.

His delicate fingers holding the candles looked like some hypnotic thing, and i couldn’t stop stare at them.  

- I’m not the only one who think about you like this, i’m fucking sure about that. - The disgust in his voice, probably thinking about the guys who asked me to hang out with them, made him seem genuinely concerned about me. - So I couldn't wait any longer to finally make you mine.  

Gerard’s voice became serious, while his disgust turned to seriousness and possessiveness. The sound of the old wood on the floor creaking filled the environment while he walked toward me again. 

- I love you. I always have. And I know you love me too. - A fatherly countenance, together with the heat emanating from the candles, left the environment less morbid, but still gloomy.- If you didn't love me, you wouldn't have spent so much time with me, would you?

- You're crazy! - I screamed, still crying. - I've talked to you very few times. I've never said anything about love!

- You didn't say it, but I felt it. - Now, with the light brighter, I could see the highlight of his white skin contrasting with his black clothes. - You don't know what it's like to spend eternity looking for the right person. 

He walked towards me again with a smile I'd never seen before. The closer he got, the more outward his teeth became. My heart races when I realized that those was FUCKING FANGS! And “eternity” was meant literally.

He sat on the bed next to me and looked me in the eyes. His bright hazel iris bore into mine and sent a chill down my spine.

Panting, my nervousness increased and he noticed. Keeping his smile, letting it be obvious how he was enjoying this situation.

- You're so pretty, do you know? - His hand was on my body again, unbuttoning my blouse. He licked his lips admiring my exposed chest - The most beautiful woman in this world, and all mine.

I opened my mouth to protest, but the stern look he gave me shut me up.

My hands remained tied as he ripped the sleeves of my blouse, removing it completely.

- Please don't... 

Again, I tried to react, but he was already unzipping my pants, ignoring me. The only thing I could do was hope that he would feel sorry for me, and stop doing anything.

- Darling, you're mine now. Don't worry, I'll be nice... - his hands passed over me, who were now covered only by my black lingerie. - but just if you behave like a good girl. Will you do this for me, baby? Can you be a good girl?

While he spoke, his fangs turned apparently, in a perverse smile. He leaned over me and pressed cold kisses down my torso, past my ribs and up closer to my breasts, making me fight the pleasure that was slowly consuming my mind. A moan was about to escape my lips, but I bit it back, muffling any sound that might come out. 

- Looks like someone's enjoying it, huh?  - he hummed, with a haughty tone in his voice - I told you. You love me. 

I tried again to say something in protest, but this time it would be a lie. Not that I loved him, but I was involuntarily enjoying it. He licked his lips in such a hunger, I couldn't help but shiver. 

His hands slid down my panties, pushing them aside. He teased my entrance and made me sink my teeth even deeper into my bottom lip. He looked with satisfaction, laughing darkly, and said In a practically growl.

- Very wet, aren't we? 

I mumbled in response, trying not to make my state of hopeless obvious. Gerard removed his hand from inside me, and positioned himself on top of me, with his knees on either side of my waist. 

- You know I'm about to turn you into the same beast as I am, right? - I barely heard what he was saying, but his voice, at the same time that left me panicking, made me melt into the bed. - I just want to have some fun first. Vampires are cold... but don’t worry, you'll get used to it. 

Gerard undid his black  jeans, springing his boner free. I got shocked by the size, and he let out a grin with his shiny fangs. The situation itself could be romantic, like candles and a pretty guy who apparently loves me… but the kidnap shit messes with all of this.  

He thrusted his dick in me in one move, not even trying to be kind. I was in some kind of state of mind, forgetting that he was abusing me, I started to enjoy the situation. 

- Don’t be shy, honey. - He groaned, going somehow deeper. - I wanna hear all those pretty noises. 

It didn't take too long and I felt my orgasm getting close, and like he said, I moaned really loud, breathless, I felt him come inside of me. 

He kissed me passionately, muffling while I screamed in pleasure against his lips, reaching my apse. The taste of cigarettes mixed with red wine was good, and I kissed him back, needing and wanting more of him. 

I caught myself thinking of how I would feel being with him forever. I’ve never felt like that, loved by someone, cared for by someone, and Gerard gave me all I begged for at last few years. His electric touch, this erotic feeling he brought me, was it that bad? He said “turn you into the same beast as I am”, does it mean he’s gonna bite me? ‘Cause he looks exactly the same way as a vampire does in my mind. 

- Are you ready for this, hun? 

He whispered, biting soft my bottom lip, running his hand to my neck. 

Before I could even respond, his teeth were already buried in my artery. I could feel the heat of my blood being sucked from my veins. The feeling of his tongue running across my neck made the pain milder, even so, the piercing and sharp sensation of pain ran through my body, as did his hands, which touched every inch of my torso. 

As he tightened his grip on my waist, my warm blood began to drip from the corner of his mouth, painting his pale skin a bright red. When he finally let go of my neck, he left kisses at the bite site, moving up towards my jaw and finally reaching my lips again, smashing them hard. The taste of my blood now filled my palate, while our tongues intertwined in movements that seemed to have been rehearsed.

Soon, I found myself out of breath, and feeling tipsy by the smell of wine he emanated. 

The strength in my entire body seemed to have been removed, and I felt really weak. Gerard held my face with one of his hands when he broke the kiss looking for some oxygen, while his other hand was still squeezing my hips.

Quickly, my vision became blurry, and I could only feel his cold lips hit mine again and my body collapsed in that bed, feeling like i was on fire and leaving the scene outside like one of the paintings I saw in his sketchbook once

- G-gerard...

I mothered in a whisper.

- Shh, you'll be fine, baby. I'm gonna take care of you, and we'll be happy ever after. 

He caressed my hair and rocked me. Little by little I lost the last lapses of consciousness, becoming completely off.

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~ So... that's it, guys!

PART 2!

[ssahotchnerr]

What do you think about Jack coming to you when he tells Aaron is off. Cause obviously he'll notice. No one knows Aaron as well as Jack (except maybe the reader). So when he notices he's off he'll come to you for help knowing you make Aaron happy 😭

-🌱

something off

cw; brief mention of haley, jack is sad :(

something was off. you had noticed it when you picked jack up from school that afternoon, as he picked at his dinner, as he very unenthusiastically got ready for bed and settled in for story time.

it was aaron and jack's nighttime tradition, established long before you had entered the picture. aaron had confided in you one night, that reading a story before bed was something he started after haley passed, in attempt to keep jack's mind far away from any horrors before falling asleep- he didn't want jack's mind being plagued with nightmares if he could help it.

by now, there were numerous shelves of books the two of them had gone through, and story time was the most anticipated part of the night. the only thing more exciting, was when the three of you ventured to the bookstore in search of a new read after finishing one.

so when aaron was away, you more than graciously stepped in.

hence your current situation- the two of you underneath jack's star wars comforter- littered with stormtroopers, droids, numerous ships- with jack's cheek resting against your sleeve as he followed along to the words.

you've gone through maybe half a chapter- the current read was harry potter and the chamber of secrets- when it was clear jack hadn't been paying attention. he was a more restless than usual, his tiny feet kicking into your leg every so often, jostling around as he attempted to get comfortable.

"hey buddy, what's on your mind?"

he let out a breath as he thought, as if he were contemplating sharing his thoughts. it took him a moment, but he spoke up.

"is daddy okay?" he ever so slightly mumbled, looking up at you with his big, sad eyes.

you sat up slightly, closing the book but keeping place with your thumb. "of course he's okay." you reassured, but his expression didn't falter. "what has you worried?"

"i don't know." jack let out a sigh again. "he just... wasn't happy this morning."

ah, yes. your mind recalled breakfast, with aaron hastily leaving the apartment. he had gotten an urgent call about a case you presumed, as he and the team had traveled to florida. it was something definitely not good either, if the way his expression had hardened had anything to say about it. he had left barely saying anything, much less a goodbye, to the two of you- simply giving you a kiss and giving jack one at the top of his head.

"oh sweetheart, were you worried all day?" at your words, jack's eyes immediately brimmed with tears, causing your heart to just break. you placed the book aside to pull jack half onto your lap, rubbing his back soothingly.

"he's just a little stressed about work." you reassured him, wiping a lone tear with the pad of your thumb. "but he's fine. i promise you."

he clearly wasn't convinced. "but is he going to be okay?"

"yeah." you nodded your head, holding him close. there was only so much you could tell him. "sometimes he's gets frustrated, his job is very hard and he gets tired. you know his job is saving good people from bad people, and your dad really wants to save the good people, so it gets to be a lot at times."

"i know." he agreed softly.

"but he's going to be just fine. and he's safe, if you're worried about that too. nothing bad will happen to him, i promise you." you held out your pinky.

it took him a few moments, but jack interlocked his pinky tightly around yours.

"do you feel a bit better, talking about it? i can't let my jackers go to sleep sad." you ruffled his hair gently, and you got a small nod in response. "how about tomorrow, we'll do something to make him smile when he gets home?"

"like what?"

"hmm," you thought for a moment. "well, i know he told me he would really like a new drawing to have with him at work. y'know, your pictures help him feel better when he's away."

"really?"

"really." you tickled his side gently, causing him to laugh. "and tomorrow before school, we'll give him a call so you can talk to him. i know that'll make him feel so much better too."

"okay." he nodded, scooting closer to your side.

"and if you're ever worried, you can always come to me, okay? or your dad. if anything was very wrong, we would let you know. we're a family, and families go through things together."

[batwynn]

Hello. So I have a genuine, honest question as someone who isn't an artist. I saw you made a post about AI art floating around Tumblr lately. How does one differentiate between AI-created art vs. ACTUAL art? Some things have been easier to notice than others (ie: YouTube videos and like, moodboards and the opening to Secret Invasions) but for art specifically, are there any key things to look out for that make it obvious it's AI generated? I do not support AI in any fashion but in this day and age I do find it increasingly more difficult to tell the difference between something that was created by AI vs. created by an actual person.

Hi anon! So, heads up this might be a bit long of a post but I wanted to point out some things that I don't see frequently mentioned in other posts about A.I stuff.

First things first: Look at their other 'art' pieces. If they have a generally consistent style, a consistent type of work (Realism vs ink art for example), characters you see more than once and from different angles, character sheets, etc. You're going to notice if someone suddenly switches from little ink doodles to fully colored and realistically rendered 'art'. Now, this doesn't mean everyone switching styles or mediums is A.I, but it means to take a closer look if you notice something vastly different than their usual stuff. More A.I. clues below!

For things to look for, there's a lot of different clues but generally you're going to notice a certain new car shine to everything. Everything will be a little too clean, even if the style they are ripping off is sketchy. Sketches will have crosshatching that doesn't really make sense or random lines in a place that an artist probably would not put there. That being said, here's some examples where that isn't as noticeable:

Here you've got your usual body/anatomy problems. (Plus some elements I'll talk about later as well. This one's got it all!)

Glitchy foot, glitchy hands. glitchy eyes. Strange proportions for legs that don't exactly fit a stylization, but more of an glitch. Now, of course an artist can draw 'glitchy' things like this either by accident or intentionally, but you really only see these types of things in A.I vs actual art of a similar style. Realism artists are generally not adding extra fingers or varying sized fingers, they're not rendering the foot to only have too many toes, missing toes, and the foot also... sort of part shoe. Unless art artist is otherwise intentionally including these elements, it's generally a clear cut example of A.I stuff. (For example: Different body types and disabilities exist, and there are people with different shaped hands, shorter/longer fingers etc. But you will also usually find some kind of info with the post about the person/character that will tell you about them that can clue you in on if it's A.I vs real art.) If the artists are drawing in a style with 'exaggerated' anatomy, you can almost always see that as a persistent and intentional STYLE in their art. If they aren't, this is something you'll really notice in A.I vs realism. It can be especially true with people who fully render realistic art because it's not in line with the style, and the relevant elements of rendering art this way. Artists who do realistic rendering at this level generally know their anatomy very well, and are going for realism in all elements of the art. Some stuff like the exaggerated long legs in women are kind of everywhere, but the hands, the foot, the lopsided winky eyes (I don't know how to describe it) are not things a professional artist rendering realistic art would generally do. It's just not in line with the style, or the ability/skill that the artist has worked on. (Again, unless completely intentionally and in line with the person/character.)

For 'real' life items like the tables below, you've really just got to ask yourself: Is this physically possible? Do all the elements make sense and actually work together in a real way?

Sometime it's hard to know if you don't have any experience with, for example, acrylic and wood table making. But there are things that just don't work in real life, and there are things that maybe someone can do, but even in the provided examples it just doesn't make sense to do. For example, the little 'tree' hanging from the bottom of the left table. Would that be possible? Probably. Would someone do that? Probably not. If you're really stumped, sometimes just looking up videos of people making that type of thing can give you a better idea of what actually works together, how it's made, etc.

Here's something that really helps when you're really struggling and zooming in for every detail: TANGENTS

Ok, so tangents in art are when you're drawing a thing, like hair, and it's lining up with a different object to the point where the visual line continues from one part of art to another and it looks really unrealistic/weird. Most artists figure out how to avoid this on their own just from noticing it and feeling uncomfortable with how it looks, while others learn via the internet etc. It can happen in anyone's art at any skill level, but the amount that it happens in A.I stuff is HUGE. It's almost every single image, and you can really notice it in places where something overlaps like hair or, from the above image with the money: there's two bills that just kind of bleed together. From the same image, you can also see how her hair bleeds into the wrinkles of her jacket in an unnatural way. Comparatively, you can see in the Hela art I did below that there are overlapping elements like the hair and the ribbons behind it that do not mesh or bleed together.

Something else to look at: Symmetrical elements that don't work right. So, this is kind of getting harder to see depending on what they're generating as a subject matter and the style they are using. As always, there is a disclaimer for this. Art does not always have perfect symmetrical elements in it.

For example: in the real world, this dude's coat would have more clean symmetrical elements. As it is a sketchy doodle, they're there but they're not 100% symmetrical. With a LOT of A.I stuff, you'll notice that something meant to be mirrored on the other side of the clothing, room design, etc. is actually completly wonky/incorrect or not even there at all.

For example, in this A.I we have missmatching elements on both sides. Not only in things that could be designed to be asymmetrical, but also things that 100% should be mirrored. The left side under the buckle on the shoulder has a diamond shape. The right has a weird spikey thing. The little leaf pattern on the gold lapel area appears to be just blobs on the right side. The left shoulder area has a button and additional little detail under the buckle area. It is not there on the right side. And, again, some of this can be intentional with real art. Her arm bands could be intentionally different, for example. But elements that clearly should be reflected on the other side and are very clearly not are generally a good clue that it's A.I. A few last moment things to look out for:

Styles that are recognizable someone else's whole thing. Example: The monstrosity that someone just generated that is supposedly Calvin and Hobbs. It's pretty easy to tell because it looks like shit right now, but generally if someone is ripping off a distinct style of someone famous, it's probably A.I or at least worth double checking.

Did they suddenly start doing ______? This could be anything, backgrounds, drawing horses, full color, etc. But if they're suddenly, overnight just BOOM they're 'drawing' in a whole other style, it's suddenly really rendered, and/or there's no 'growing pains'/work shown that they've started working on drawing the thing they never drew before... It's time to take a closer look. Last but not least, look for the language they use around the stuff they're putting out. A.I people are often... a certain type. They use a lot of that NFT bro lingo that can tip you off. The tags might be all over the place for styles, or tagging certain famous artist's styles, etc. They also can be a bit more blatant in the tags and just outright tag A.I or NFTs somewhere in there. And, in the end, if you really can't tell and you really love the thing and want to share it: Ask an artist. Or just don't share it.

Thanks for reading, and I hope this is helpful in some way!

[bimobuddy]

Lazy Day

Tickle fic about Bimo <3

Tal is my sona, and technically me, but I feel more comfortable writing in the third person, so that is what I'm going to do

edit: Oops, I forgot to credit Avery and Casper to @guppygiggles sorry friend ^^

Summary: Bimo has been sleeping all day, Tal tries to get him up

Bimo lounged on the couch, belly down, his paws propped up on the arm rest and his tail flicking lazily. His ear twitched at the slightest disturbance somewhere in the distance. It was an old house, it creaked sometimes. With his cheek squished up against his arm, his eyes fluttered shut once more, ready for his third nap of the day.

A nap that was interrupted before it even started by the back door creaking open and clicking shut once more. Keys jingled before being set on the counter, and the gentle thud of a bag being placed on the kitchen table, where a certain someone knew it didn't belong.

Soft footsteps approached the couch where Bimo rested, and his ear cocked toward his housemate as they leaned over the back of the couch.

"You've been sleeping all day, Bee. I was gone for three hours and you were napping when I left, too."

Bimo opened his eye at the sound of Tal's voice and lazily turned his head to look up at them, noticing how the sun hit their pink fur. He huffed out a slight chuckle, not bothering to sit up. "I'm having a lazy day."

Tal laughed, "So just a normal Wednesday for you. Have you gotten up at all today?" They made their way around the couch, softly skittering fingers over his paws as they passed by.

Bimo huffed and jerked his legs back, his tail instinctively coming up to cover the undersides of his feet. "Of course I have. I've gotten up to eat lunch, to drink water- ... Okay so there hasn't been a lot of up today."

"Maybe you should get up and walk around for a bit then, stretch your legs.. Sitting still all day isn't good for you, and you know that." They replied, sitting down on the edge of the couch to avoid sitting on his legs.

The blue cat sighed. "I'm nocturnal, I can't help it."

"You're not nocturnal, you just say that so I don't get on you about working at night. I'm a cat too, you can't fool me."

Bimo opened an eye and glanced up at his housemate. "You're one to talk about sleep schedules, Mx. Two-In-The-Morning-Isn't-Late."

Countless times he's been up working only to pass by Tal's room and see them up watching TV or in bed on their phone. The latest he's ever seen them still up was 4 am, and he stepped in to remind them to get some sleep. But he also couldn't deny that they had a point. His sleep habits weren't the healthiest either. He'd sleep all day, and then get a boost of energy in the evening to get started on biology work.

Bimo got too much sleep, and Tal got too little.

The pink cat started to gently shake him by the shoulder. "Bimooo, get up already. We're supposed to meet Avery and Casper today anyway. You keep accepting Avery's invitations to nerd science dinners." They said, though their tone was light and not a real complaint. Tal loved seeing them.

"Don't act like you don't also enjoy those 'nerd science dinners,' Talon, you also pop in when it gets to a subject you like and- oh a little lower actually~" he purred, not at all bothered by Tal pushing on his shoulder. In fact he seemed to enjoy it.

Their ear twitched in mild irritation. They loved their friend to death, but he was a pain to get up sometimes. But they also had a feeling he was being difficult on purpose.

"A little lower? You mean here?" They slipped their fingers under his arm and wiggled, drawing a startled giggle out of him.

The bigger cat pulled his arms in and presses them down against his sides, instinctively trying to block out the tickling. "Ru- Ruhude! Tahahalon!" Despite his protests, Tal knew he was enjoying himself. It wasn't something he often admitted out loud, but he made it clear he enjoyed it. For example, his body was still relaxed, he made no real attempt to move or push them away, and he was purring. The purring always gave him away.

He buried his face into his pillow as he laughed, and Tal quickly snatched his glasses off before he could accidentally bend or break them, setting them on the end table.

"Bee, just gehet up!" They laughed and brought both hands up and gently dug into the sides of his belly, tickling faster. The sooner he got up, the sooner they could get ready and head to Avery's.

His ears folded back and he snorted, finally moving a little and turning over onto his side, which just prompted the smaller cat to start gently pinching his lower belly. "Wahait wahahait, Tahahal!"

"Wait for what? For you to get up and put real pants on? I am!" They teased, skittering across his tummy and back up his sides, slipping their hands underneath his sweater.

Bimo gently grabbed their wrists, laughing harder, a nice dark blue spreading across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "I hahave pahants ohon!"

"Pajama pants don't count, Beebs," they pulled their hands out from under his sweater and wiggled their fingers in the air, "Get up, or you know where I'm going next~" Their hands passed over his hips, past his knees, until they were hovering over his paws, where Bimo's tail quickly covered them.

"A-Alright, Ahalright, I'm uhup.." The blue cat pushed himself off the couch and stood up with a big stretch, his knees popping as he did so. He yawned and grabbed his glasses, slipping them back on, grateful that Tal had thought about them.

He jumped a little as he felt a smaller body press against his in a hug, trying to wrap their arms around him, followed by a light purring, which in turn triggered his much deeper purr, which was more like a rumble in his chest. He wrapped his tail around them affectionately.

"I'll go get dressed, and we'll head down to the lighthouse." He said, gently prying pink paws off of him so he could follow through with his plan.

Tal nodded and let go of him, sitting down. "Sounds good, I'll be here."

With that, he turned and left the sitting room, heading up toward his bedroom, the ancient staircase complaining and groaning under his weight. Once in his room, he changed out of his pajama pants into something more suitable for a visit with friends, and slipped on a sweater that looked nearly identical to the one he had previously had on, only it was a slightly lighter shade of pink. He didn't have much variation in his wardrobe.

When he descended the stairs and entered the sitting room again, he found Tal leaned back against the couch, asleep.

With a fond sigh and a shake of the head, he carefully lifted his smaller friend into his arms and carried them out toward the car.

[unicornprintzz]

Ellie with a clingy girlfriend☆

Protective Ellie x Clingy Reader🎀

Protective Ellie x Clingy Reader🎀

Warnings! Light smut, overall fluff

MDNI!

“Ellie! You're home” you ran up to Ellie and hugged her tightly. “Hey princess did you miss me that much?” she said as she kissed you on your forehead. You smiled and gave her many kisses on her face. “Of course I did, I never get to see you anymore because you're always on patrols,” you frown. “I'm sorry baby I’ll make it up to you.” “How so?” Ellie smiled and opened her backpack, you patiently watched and then you gasped.

She pulled out a plush you've been wanting for the longest time. “Ellie! I love this so much thank you!” you jumped on her and wrapped your legs around her waist. “It's a bit worn out but it's the best one I can find,” “shush you I love it so much!” you giggled. “Alright alright, I'm glad you love it,” she lightly patted your ass and walked over to her bed with you still holding on to her.

“What do you say we play some games?” Ellie said while moving her hands up to your waist. You smiled and nodded. “Okay but let's not go easy on each other.” “You're on.”

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You woke up alone in bed as per usual. You liked that Ellie went out on patrols to protect Jackson but it's a very dangerous job and you can't help but worry every morning.

A few hours passed and Ellie still isn't back, she always tells you not to worry however, you always end up worrying. “Ugh, I miss Ellie,” you whined and hugged your pillow. Sometimes you wished you can go with her but Ellie has stopped you from going on patrols ever since you got hurt badly a while ago. When Maria asks you to cover patrols, Ellie always steps in and says no, grabbing your hand, and leads you home. She can be overprotective most of the time but you don't mind it very much, you love that she cares so deeply for you.

The door opened to an exhausted Ellie “fuck.” she said in a raspy voice as she threw her backpack on the ground. “Ellie, are you okay?” you got up from the bed. “Yeah, baby I'm fine just people fucking pissing me off.” “ah okay, would you like some strawberries?” “I'm good babe thanks though.”

Ellie sat on her chair and started drawing, she usually does this when she's stressed. You sat next to her and started talking about your day and how much you missed her, Ellie just quietly listened to you. You were eating strawberries and dropped one on the floor, “ah shit.” you bend down on the chair and picked the strawberry up. Ellie looked at you and slowly looked down at your boobs, you were wearing a tight shirt with no bra so it snapped something inside Ellie.

You were about to say something when Ellie softly caressed your thigh and pulled you onto her lap. “Y’know babe, I was so pissed today, you wanna know why?” she said as her hands when up to your breast and squeezed them. You lightly moaned and nodded. “Those fucking idiots I was on patrol with today just wouldn't listen to anything I was saying, these new recruits are terrible listeners.” “Well, Ellie not everyone is going to listen to you,” you said with a laugh.

“They should because I know what I'm doing unlike those fuckers,” she said as she started caressing your ass. “Although I do have one person who always listens to me don't I?” you nodded shyly at her words. “She always does what I say because she's my good girl isn't she?”

You moaned as she started to kiss your neck down to your boobs. “E-Ellie..” Ellie smirked and started to remove your pj shorts.

“Let's take this to the bed princess.”

A/n- I feel evil for not writing full smut :) don't worry I will write full smut one day.

Also if there is a lot of mistakes I am so sorry I’m writing this really late at night and I’m tired so night night lovelies🖤

[raccoon-in-a-dumpster]

guys so like. i found out yesterday that nurses are not SUPPOSED to pushbthe needle in deeper to get blood

i was gettin my blood drawn just to see if i had any complications that could impact my legs n' shit, (since having low iron can fuck you up BAD.)

and ig the vein wasn't rlly feelin it that day (makes sense, i was totally unprepared) so it didn't rlly do anything, and the person doing the draw pushed it in. and at first i was like: oh. this has never happened to me before!! and then it was like: oh my god kill me this is agonizing why does it hurt so bad it never hurts

and i had told the nurse that i was AWESOME at blood draws (i usually get them done at another clinic, and every single time, it's been great. found a good vein on my left arm, inserted & extracted with very minimal pain, felt great) but GOD. IT FUCKING HURT

so after a bit she SLOWLY took out the needle (and it hurt like fucking hell let me tell you) cuz there was no blood. And the MOMENT she starts taking it out, i feel sick.

She asks if i'm alright, and i say no, i'm really dizzy and i feel like i'm gonna throw up. so i lay down after my arm is bandaged. My head feels so fucking hot, my arm hurts like all hell- can barely move it- and i'm sweating. barely have the energy to speak at that point. I thought i was gonna pass out.

so after a bit of laying, she asks if i wanna try again, and i- still being nauseous- say no, and practically beg to not do it again cause this is the worst i've ever felt in my life. and so her and my mom talk about when to come back, and i pipe up sometimes

I suggest Saturday.

They don't draw blood on Saturday.

I suggest Sunday.

They don't draw blood on Sunday.

So after a bit of pushing with my mom, (she wanted today, i wanted Monday. I bring up that my arm might hurt afterwards and effect my marching, but really, i was still reeling and i was genuinely afraid, i needed some time, y'know?) we settle on Monday.

so i get home from marching after 9, and i chat with my dad. ask him if mom told him about what happened

"Oh yeah. So growing pains?" (referring to the possibility i might've developed osgood-schlatter disease)

"No, the other thing. With the blood draw?"

so i tell him what happened, and he tells me some stories about how he has really small veins, so doctors have a difficult time finding it. He tells me a story about how in basic, a nurse was tryna find a vein, and by the end he had so many puncture wounds and bruises from it that he looked like he had been shooting up or smth.

I tell him about how it didn't rlly hurt at first but then the needle got pushed deeper and he was like: man they aren't supposed to do that, if they aren't finding blood then they aren't finding blood.

So yeah.

I'm REALLY not hyped for Monday- I'd really rather get my blood drawn at the other clinic. The clinic i usually go to is linked up with my therapist and my psychologist, too, so it's generally just a lot more accommodating. being misgendered while you're experiencing the worst feeling you've ever felt sure isn't that great.

My arm/elbow hurts whenever i think about earlier, and i'm just. not hyped for next time.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hi!! I absolutely love your maze runner stuff!! I was was wondering about how the glazers would react to a trans guy coming up from the box? Maybe he’s a bit on the quieter side (until you get to know him and then he’s just as mischievous as the rest of them) and enjoys art? Anyways sorry if this was vague or anything I didn’t see and requesting rules on your page! But yeah, love your work and I hope you have a great day!!

Hi! Thanks so much for requesting this one I had so much fun writing all my wholesome maze boys ❤❤❤ Hope you enjoyed :)

Yellow painted skies

Platonic gladers x trans masc!reader

Notes: I DIDN'T REALISE UNTIL I WROTE MOST OF A FIC THAT THIS WAS PROBABLY MEANT TO BE HEADCANON-FORMATTED. I rewrote it but I couldn't help but keep in the Minho scene so that's why that's there

Warnings: language (glader slang + normal swearing)

Newt

Your first friend, of course

Newt's the best guy and is so, so caring on your first day, and you quickly find comfort in him

He immediately supports you when you're struggling with some things on your first night

When you're grabbing clothes for a shower, he offers you a bunch of different shirts, including a really big, loose one if you want it, to make sure you're as comfortable as possible

If you've got a period, Newt's your go to guy. At first, you're anxious to ask about anything, but Newt's pretty intuitive and understands what you're looking for

He prepares strips of linen and clean fabrics since they don't have access to proper sanitary products

Plus, he's got all his subtle ways of making you more comfortable without bringing unwanted attention - he might pass you a hot water bottle before bed, or give you less demanding work while you're in the worst of it

---

Newt is kind to every new person that joins, and everybody loves him, but eventually most Greenies will find their own close friend circles within their jobs.

You're one of the first newbies in a while to actually stick with Newt

You're one of the few people that doesn't get on Newt's nerves every so often, and he's always relieved to see you after a long day

He'll sit down and cross his ankles over your legs when he's had a hard time, and you'll just talk and unwind

When neither of you can sleep, you'll find each other and just have profound, deep late night talks, which started right from your first day

---

Newt loves your art and finds it relaxing to just watch you draw, or paint

The two of you (and sometimes Minho and Frypan) can sit for hours in peaceful silence, just you sitting up with a sketchbook and the other guys sprawled out on the grass

He's picked up some art tips from you too, but he doesn't really paint to make art of any ground-breaking quality; he usually just splashes colours across a page for fun and to calm his mind, which- is so valid, of course

Minho

Minho didn't like you immediately, and he'd be honest about that too - you were a little too quiet for him

But one moment changed that for him (cue cutscene)

"This is the Map," says Minho, gesturing at the covered table. He's been giving you the Runners intro crash course, which is the first job the Gladers explain since most new guys aren't gonna be chosen for it. "You'll see it if you become a Runner." You nod again, as you've been doing a lot for the past few minutes. "Don't talk much, do you?" comments Minho, arms crossing over his chest as he looks at you appraisingly. "Minho," warns Newt. You blink at him, not really sure how to respond to that. "I-" "It's okay," interrupts Minho. "Just something to work on. Cause listen, Newt here can coddle you and the rest of the greenbeans all he wants, but the hard truth is that this ain't a place for some shank who isn't gonna speak up. We're a team, in the Glade. Everyone's part of the family. I just wanna clear this up now, let you know that if you don't open your mouth and use your voice, you're gonna have problems." "God- every shuckin' month," groans Newt, massaging his temples. "Now it's fine if you're just quiet," continues Minho, "But I just think it's best to know that you'll have a much better time here if you talk to people." Newt sighs. "Look, Minho's right, but you can take your time, okay? Settle in at your own rate." "Alright now, Greenie. Anything to say about the Runner's intro so far? Or just anything to say at all?" Fuck, okay. This is the start. Just say something funny, aim for levity. "Those drawings are shit," you say flatly, gesturing to the pencil sketches of the Maze you'd seen on the way in. Newt chokes. Minho blinks, before he bursts out in cackles. Oh, well that wasn't too hard. "You should really work on how the shadows turn out instead of just colouring it black," you continue, since insults are apparently the way to go. Minho starts wheezing, and you look to Newt expecting to see some amusement on his face, but he just looks shocked. "Those- those are my drawings," he manages to say. Your eyes widen, and your stomach drops. "Oh. Oh my god. Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I thought- oh my god." Minho's crying laughing by now, bending over and clutching his stomach. You jolt slightly as his hand lands on your shoulder. "Nevermind," he gasps out between snorts. "Forget what I said, you're gonna be fine here." You stare at Newt, mortified, but he just shakes his head, an amused expression forming on his face. "They are pretty shit, aren't they? It's alright, maybe you can replace them for us." Newt slings an arm around your shoulder as he leads you out of the hut. "C'mon, gardening intro's next. Minho, don't piss yourself," he adds, looking down with mock-disdain at his friend.

So... yeah. You guys pretty much just became friends after that

Except- okay, with Newt, you'd definitely developed a soft spot for him, and he seems to like you too, despite the way you insulted him pretty much to his face on your second day.

But with Minho, you've gotten the opposite of a soft spot for him

The two of you mainly thrive on mutual bitchiness, resulting in a friendship mainly consisting of eyerolls and snarky remarks

It works though, and you sit with him at every meal, always facing each other and playing some foot-kicking-game under the table, always with a straight face

He'll wait for you when his evening runs finish before dinner, and you'll wake up early to have breakfast with him and the Runners

He doesn't touch art himself, but he likes to sit with you and annoy you while you're meant to be having some peaceful time

To set the scene, it's usually Newt lying on his stomach watching as you sit in front your canvas (multiple pieces of paper stuck to a piece of wood), mixing paints, with Minho sitting beside you and making little comments

"Paint it yellow."

"That's the sky."

"It's sunny."

"The sky is still blue."

Idk I just think he'd make silly little comments for absolutely no reason

Also, you end up painting the sky yellow, and it fucking looks better

Frypan

After hearing from Newt that you liked art, Frypan started looking for materials for you, cause he always goes out of his way to make the Greenies as comfortable as possible

In his free time, he went out to crush up little plants and pigment rocks to experiment with mixing them with water and make paints and watercolours

Most people had decided that you seemed to just want to keep to yourself, including Frypan, but he saw you getting close and joking around with Newt and Minho, and knew that you would open up if only people gave you the chance

So he kept it slow, grinning at you when you go up for meals, until you started always smiling back at him, and you started hanging out on a regular basis

He's genuinely astounded by every piece of art you show him, whether it's a simple sketch of a random flower or a sunrise painting you'd spent days on (It's always "Shuck, Y/n. This is amazing!")

Gally

Gally is besties with Frypan (I will fight you on this)

So that's how you met him

He'd always be cool with you, just "sup, Greenie" every time you were both with Frypan at the same time

But then you started to build your own relationship with him too

You became friends when you started sketching architecture-y things for him, and he'd annotate little instructions on the drawings to hand out to the other builders

He's always just quietly impressed by your sketches, nodding and "thanks Greenie"

You actually become known as the 'art guy' around the Glade

The Medjacks will call you in to make pencil sketches of the plants and herbs for their little medicine book

You've always got Frypan's paint stained on your fingers, but it's a look

Thanks for reading <3

[m34gs]

For the Fun Questions to be Asked post: 1, 14, 22, 28, and 38.

Hey friend, thank you for the ask! (from this post)💜💜💜

I'm going to put a cut since some of this stuff is a bit long and some of it is a little heavy.

1.What are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

This was a hard question, but I tried to make sure it wasn't just negative things. I wanted at least one positive one in there.

Before I moved out, my parents used to take us to church every weekend. When I was very small, around 5 or 6, we were praying the Lord's Prayer (aka: Our Father), and our family always held hands when we prayed. Lots of the families around us did, too. I saw an elderly lady next to me who had no one's hand to hold, and I had a free hand, so I offered it to her. She was very happy when I did that. Afterward, my father told me that I made her happy and that was a good thing to do. Since then, even though I no longer attend church or practice the same faith, I still try to reach out to people who seem lonely. I may be shy and more introverted, but I find that it's not hard to overcome that when I see someone who looks lonely and wants some company. And seeing someone smile is worth it.

Around the time I was 9 or 10, I was climbing trees with my siblings. My mother told us specifically not to, but the trees looked climbable so we did. I fell down the tree, and one of the really small branch that had been pointing upward stabbed into my left leg, and a piece broke off inside my leg. I was, of course, crying and in pain. My dad did not help me. He yelled at me to stop crying, told me to push the branch out on my own, and, when I couldn't do it, told me to wait for mother to get home (she was coming back from grocery shopping). I went downstairs and sat on my bed with my leg above the covers so I didn't get them dirty and read a book until my mother came home. When she did, I showed her my leg. She immediately was upset and got tweezers to pull the debris out of my leg and clean it. By that point my leg was numb in that area. She cleaned it and put a bandage on. Then she asked my dad why he would tell me to take care of it on my own, since he should have known I wouldn't be able to get the twig out. He said "I knew she wouldn't be able to, but I didn't want to deal with it". When I think back, there were a lot of instances that led me to think my health and body weren't important, but that was one that stood out the most. It's a large part of why I struggle so much with asking for help from others and something I have been actively working to overcome, especially this past year. I still have a long way to go, though, so I beg the patience of the people around me who care and want to help me that they don't become upset when I am hesitant to accept that help.

When I still lived with my parents, even when I was a child, my mother would confide her financial worries in me and would cry about how dad didn't seem to be so careful with money all the time and it caused her anxiety. Because of that, I can sometimes be very hesitant to spend money and I get very anxious if I don't see certain minimums in my bank account.

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

Join a D&D group. It just looks so fun and I love fantasy stories and games like that. But, I don't know a lot of people who play and I get really really shy about doing things like that with people I don't already know.

22. Say 3 things about someone you love

I have many people I love, but, @kimium, you are one of the ones I cherish most, so I will make these 3 things about you!

You're a kind person who has a strong sense of justice.

You have honed wonderful skills in writing and drawing and I love every fic you've ever gifted me with my entire heart. (And the Chuuya you drew me is on display in my room!)

You're my Tea Expert, direct line to the Tea Gods, and I do my best to follow your teachings (lol💜)

28. Do you collect anything?

I collect many things! I like things. Not in a "let me flaunt my wealth" or "I'm going to buy excessive amounts of things and be wasteful" sort of way, but in a "this brings me joy and so I will collect it". I collect manga, novels, enamel pins, art prints (especially fanart), and stickers! I used to collect porcelain dolls, but I currently don't really have space for that and I kind of fell out of that habit after a while. I still have all my old ones, though!

38. Fave song at the moment?

Vortex by JAWS. It's entirely your fault, friend. I love it too much. It scratches the brain itch so well.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

AO3 WRAPPED NUMBER 29 but i want u to give me ur top 3. or top 5 if u have a lot

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

MAC MY FRIEND MAC GHOSTIEZONE!!! my top fav passages i've written this year.... this is gonna take a while to answer i have so so many to choose from omg.... i'm gonna put this under a cut bc it is going 2 be Long (also i am going 2 tag u because idk if u have seen it yet and i v much want u to see the dstuck passage i'm posting it's got wilbur in it :3 @stuck-in-the-ghost-zone )

3: this one is from my ctubbo oneshot titled Harlequin that i wrote on impulse in early september. mac idk if u have read it but u should i think u would like it :3 the style of it is v experimental in a lot of places but i had SOOOOO MUCH FUN writing it and it's kinda angsty but the ending is sweet and i reread it and was like ;-; this fic was very much me projecting onto ctubbo OK HERE'S A QUICK PASSAGE :3

Tommy is your brother, you think, but not in the way he and Wilbur are brothers. They’re brothers in general, two different souls who experienced such different walks of life and stick together regardless, who follow each other to the ends of the earth no matter how wrong or bad one of them thinks the other is.

You and Tommy are more like... kindred spirits. Brothers in war, allies in politics, victims of abuse who pull each other up by your boot straps and lean on each other so you can keep going side by side.

It’s never just Tommy, or just Tubbo. It’s always Tommy and Tubbo.

Like one name.

TommyandTubbo. TubboandTommy. T+T.

Brothers in experience. Partners in life. Two sides of the same coin. Inseparable.

But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? You’re part of the same coin, but people look at you and see two heads, one on each side, no tails. Nothing at all to differentiate the two.

You could draw horns on one side and a white streak on the other, but at the end of the day they always see two copies.

When people run into you, they ask “Where’s Tommy?” “Do you know where Tommy’s been lately?” “What’s Tommy up to?”

You can’t always answer that.

For as much as you’re inseparable, sometimes you’re both alone for a bit. You always come back around like two magnets drawn to each other until something or someone yank you apart again.

You don’t like being a copy.

You don’t even know if Tommy realizes that’s what you are.

Tommy and Tubbo.

The main character and his sidekick.

He called you the main character once, during the Disc Confrontation, and himself the sidekick, and hearing that

it

actually made you

relieved.

Even if everyone else sees you as a second quieter Tommy, he doesn’t.

That counts for something.

2: MY VASHWOOD FIC Just As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You MY BELOVED <3 ughhhh writing this was so sad i genuinely cried doing it. the moment wolfwood remembers vash is what gets me. ik you've read it already but here's that one little passage here for u just for funzies <3 NOW CRY!!!!!!

The video stops.

Vash snaps his gaze to Rosewood. He’s trembling like a wet cat, hand poised over the spacebar. His breath hitches once, twice. He turns to Vash, slowly, just as tears begin to spill down his cheeks.

“What the hell, Needle Noggin,” he whispers. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Uncertainty is the only thing Vash can respond with. He steps closer, hand hovering over Rosewood’s shoulder. “I... don’t...”

Rosewood pushes the chair back, wooden legs scraping across the floor, doubles over, and buries his face in his hands. Vash takes that as a signal to do something, so he rests his hand on Rosewood’s back. After the comfort Rosewood gave him last night, it’s the least he can do, really.

Rosewood chokes back a sob. “I shouldn’t know these people,” he says, voice thick with tears. “How... do I know them? How do I know you?”

Vash’s heart leaps into his throat. He kneels in front of the chair so he’s level with Rosewood. “Do... Do you...”

Rosewood looks up, an angry furrow in his brow, even he wipes tears from his eyes. The expression is so incredibly Wolfwood that Vash doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“This past week has been fucking torture, Spikey. You—I saw you leave church last Sunday, and I didn’t even see any of this,” he gestures to Vash in general, the spikey hair, the glasses, the scars, “but you just—you stuck in my head and I couldn’t explain why. I... I still can’t.” He gives a wet laugh. “Humanoid Typhoon my ass. You’re more like a parasite.”

A lump forms in Vash’s throat, alongside something so bright and hopeful he feels dizzy with it. Hands shaking, unsteady like they’ve never been before, he reaches out, fingers brushing over Rosewood’s jaw. He wipes away a stray tear, stubble sharp beneath his thumb.

Rosewood sniffles, shakes his head. “Don’t look at me like that, Needle Noggin. I can’t take it when you smile like that.”

Vash swallows. As quiet as can be, barely any breath behind his voice, he says

“Wolfwood?”

A sob rips itself from the throat of the man in front of him. Vash catches him as he lunges from his chair and into Vash’s arms, heaving cries pressed into his shirt. Vash holds him tight, hands clenched in his jacket. The black poncho remains on Vash’s lap, pressed between them. A stray tear soaks into the fabric. It takes Vash a moment to realize it fell from his own face.

He's never been so uncertain in his life.

But whatever this is, whatever he’s awakened in the priest in his arms, whether it’s real or a delusion, he wants to keep it.

He tucks his face into the crook between a neck and a shoulder, and he cries.

1: i think my fav thing i've written this year would be the tntduo chapter of dstuck that i sent you a while ago BUT since u have already read that and it's wayyyy too long to put in one post i am going to choose a different dstuck thing. most of the passages i wanna put here would involve MAJOR SPOILERS but i have one chatlog between wilbur and one of the cherubs i'm putting in there to kind of sort of replace cdream (i don't like ccdrm but his character is Important so i basically split him in two as a cherub and changed his name). honestly it was kind of a hard decision to change his name bc he's such an iconic villain but i think i did ok with still capturing his Evilness and his shitty asshole vibes ANYWAY this is one of my fav parts of this chapter i love writing chatlogs <3 tw for ummm some brief suicidal ideation bc it's cwilbur that's how it goes

hi wilbur! IO: Ah fuck, what do you want? can’t i just say hi and see how you’re doing? IO: I mean, I can’t stop you, I guess. you’re getting closer and closer to entering this game. isn’t that exciting? IO: Sure. you don’t sound excited. :( IO: What do you mean? This is the picture of excitement. IO: Look at me, I’m jumping up and down with joy at the prospect. liar. IO: Fuck you. hey, now don’t be rude! we’re friends, aren’t we wilbur? IO: We were, yeah. IO: When I was like, twelve. IO: But you started bad mouthing my bro and the rebellion and being all shitty and manipulative, and I literally tried to kms whben I was fourteen because of the shit you’ve said so like IO: No I wouldn’t say we;re friends. but we’re past that! i’ve changed, wilbur. IO: Yeah yeah so you keep fucking saying. if we’re not friends, why do you keep responding? IO: Because you’ll keep fucking bothering me until I do it's just because i want to talk to you. is that really so wrong? IO: Yeah IO: I know the shit that you did to my bro and I don’t fucking much appreciate it that was ages ago! come on, wilbur. you’ll get me out of here, won’t you? IO: If I could kill you I would. man, tough crowd. i think you’ll come around eventually. and even when i do get out of here without your help, your bro is the first one i’ll go for. i’m sure you know this, because it happened in your past. and then i’ll go for the little one. your pen pal. :) he is your bro, after all, and yeah, maybe the older one will slip through my fingers, but your pen pal? he's still young. your bro will get away from me when we’re both older, but your pen pal won’t defeat me while he’s just a kid, and i’m a GOD. :)

The chatlog closes on its own.

He used to be nice, but you think it’s just because he wanted to be your friend. Or, at least, pretend to be your friend. He filled you in on a lot of information about your future and the game, about your upcoming journey as a Bard of Heart, how destructive the class is, how you’re fated to destroy everything you’ve ever held dear and harm the people you love, the nuances of your aspect, the role you’re meant to play in this game.

He called you a supernova in the making, a nuclear bomb waiting to go off, a personified Chernobyl in your own right. It sounded kind of cool at the time, but it placed this heavy weight on your shoulders, this expectation for destruction.

You’re pretty sure he lied about most of the stuff he’s told you, but you can never be sure. You’re set on relying on Phil’s foresight to tell you your role now, although he doesn’t have all the answers. Still, it’s better than running in blind with your only guidance being the ravings of a madman from the distant future. He used to be so kind, it was hard not to believe him.

He wasn’t so kind when you had a sword at your own chest.

[magicalgirlmascot]

May or may not have been inspired to create the KNPS Toa in Hero Forge. Probably also gonna do the Turaga. I’m def curious as to your thoughts on everyone’s appearances, wanna see how what I have so far compares.

I am in TEARS please please please show me when you're done!!!

I've been kind of deliberately vague about their appearances in the fic itself because last time I wrote a big long human!Bionicle fic where I was more specific about their appearances I. wound up hating it later lol. I will say though that my Bionicle Sports Anime designs aren't necessarily what I have in mind when writing! (Those are mostly just for drawing Bionicle fanart without having to draw robots and possible eventual comic reasons.)

I do have some stuff in mind, though! I'm putting it under a readmore because it wound up getting fairly long lol

Tahu: redhead, toned and fairly beefy on account of the MMA but not like dehydrated about it, jeans, t-shirts, and button-downs with the sleeves rolled up kinda guy

Kopaka: my brother thinks he should be albino but I'm on the fence there, either way he does have blue eyes and light hair cut pretty short, glasses, tall and thin

Gali: petite, curly hair usually pulled back from her face, wears a lot of long, flowy clothes (cardigans, skirts, etc.)

Onua: short af, fat, muscular, hairy, I've made Gimli jokes before but I honestly do picture him looking like Senshi DungeonMeshi with less beard, almost exclusively wears black jeans, glasses are not prescription but to help with his light sensitivity

Pohatu: tall, runner's build (muscular legs, kind of average weight distribution tbh), thick brown hair that he's been growing out, tends towards muted colours and earth tones

Lewa: fucking beanpole, tall, thin, and gangly, hair is a bird's nest 99% of the time and he has given up trying, wears green almost to the complete exclusion of other colours, loves himself some good cargo pants

Vakama: glasses and tidy beard, greying hair, middling height, wears a lot of old man sweaters/cardigans

Nokama: taller than Matau but shorter than Vakama, hair is going grey but she dyes it, carries herself with grace and poise, it's. I do picture Lucretia Adventurezone a little bit while writing her ngl

Matau: short!!! absolute manlet and either mad about it or chill with it depending on which is funnier in context, wears loud shirts

Onewa: was not a cane user at the start of the story but is one now on account of his bad back, growing his beard out, worst case of resting bitch face you've ever seen, decently tall

Whenua: tallest Turaga, thick glasses, has worn a dress shirt and tie to work every day for the last 20+ years and isn't going to stop now even if his husband makes fun of him for it >:(

Nuju: average height, long fingers, went white by age 35 (claims it's from stress but it just runs in the family, Kualus was also fully white by 35 and Matoro probably will be too), dresses nicely but not a full shirt and tie like some people

Also you didn't mention them but bonus characters bc I've been thinking about them:

Takua: built like Lewa (tall and gangling), dyes his hair blue, fashion choices are "the colours gave me a headache so I bought it immediately"

Jaller: short king, blonde, probably the most athletic kid in the class

Hahli: shorter than Takua but still pretty tall, wears jeans and sturdy clothes, solidly built

Krahka: I mean sometimes she's a fox and sometimes she's got six arms and tits the size of her head, she can look however she wants

Again please please show me when you're done!!!! I would like to see it

[zarvasace]

Here's a question about the disability au: You mentioned that when Four splits it messes with the injury? I'm mostly wondering the how of it

I think I've talked about this more in a few other places, but I don't remember where, and I don't think I'll ever get tired of talking about Four or this AU soooo here's a wall of text :) And a mini fic at the end because apparently I can't not write every day!!

CWs about life-altering injury and mobility issues. And disclaimer, I've had a mobility disability myself but not this specifically, and though I've done research, I might still get facts wrong.

In the disability AU, Four has paraparesis as a result of a spinal cord injury. My most recent drawing of him in his fancy wheelchair has been going around recently, if you've seen that.

Injury and Condition

After his first adventure with the Minish but before anything with the colors (there are two Four Swords games, but for simplicity and continuity I just squish em and say the manga happened), and while Minish-sized, Four got into an altercation with a rather mean stray cat. He was able to get help pretty quickly, but the initial injury and later jostling damaged some nerves beyond repair.

Though his world doesn't necessarily have the word for it, he has paraparesis, which is partial paralysis of everything waist down (paraplegia is total paralysis waist down, a more severe condition.) What this means for Four is that he can move his legs, sort of, and feeling in them is partially there. He can stand for short periods, especially with a way to help him balance. Paresis's main symptom is muscle weakness, with loss of sensation and control close contenders.

I think I've mentioned before that he doesn't experience much pain, but after a bit more research, I'm amending that to be yes, there is pain, which flares mostly when he exerts himself too far. Also after further research, I've decided that his right leg is the better one. It's a bit stronger.

Mobility Aids

After the injury and subsequent recovery time, Four researched and got to work. He was able to work with a few other craftspeople in his kingdom to design and make his own mobility aids. In this AU, his weaponcraft is not necessarily as masterful as other versions of him, but he's more experienced with a wider variety of trades, materials, and techniques—e.g. woodworking, sewing, weaving.

Of course his aids have gone through a variety of versions and changes. He tried a lot of options, and prefers to use a wheelchair most of the time. His is, of course, custom-built. I have a post about it and some illustrations. :) His wheelchair at the time of LU stuff is a rigid metal frame with wooden pieces, rattan panels, and removable cushions. It has springy spokes and adequate shock absorption. There's also some Minish magic involved, of course, to make the chair more comfortable to use and more stable in difficult terrain. Four is an adventurer, after all, he has to handle a lot of situations.

(regarding wheelchair combat: I realize it might be a little bit impractical, but (1) actual everyday wheelchairs are more maneuverable than the average unfamiliar person thinks, please go look up some YouTube videos, and (2) this is still fantasy. In the same way that we handwave potty breaks, we're handwaving the finer points of swordsmanship while in a wheelchair.)

When a chair isn't practical (e.g. in small buildings or cave systems or even the forge sometimes), Four uses one or two forearm crutches at a time. It gives him a bit more maneuverability, but he's slower with them. Using them for too long means he gets a lot of pain as the day goes on, and into the next day. He regularly carries around four of these crutches, sized to himself, in his magic bag.

Colors!

And now for the actual point of this essay! Everyone has their own interpretations of how Four works, with the whole splitting thing. With the way I prefer to write it, the divisions between the colors are both mental and physiological. By physiological, I mean that his body sort of splits physical traits between the four of him as well as mental. For example, if Four gets a burn scar on his elbow, it'll only appear on Red, not any of the others. There are probably complex psychological reasons for which trait gets assigned where. By making the split work this way, I can write physical differences between the colors, from appearance to disability.

As far as I've been able to research, paresis means that the spinal cord nerves are partially damaged. Four's split handles the injury by spreading it out, though unevenly.

Vio gets most of the disability, and the severity of their condition increases in him almost to the point of full paraplegia. He cannot stand or use crutches, and gets chair priority. The chair has a belt for him, because he can't shift and balance the way Four can. He's still the group's archer, though he has an altered shooting style and is practiced in crossbows due to his position.

Red gets it about as badly as Four has it. He has his own chair at home, but out and about, he's all right using crutches. He generally uses two, moving both forward at the same time and swinging through. In a fight, he might ditch one to use a sword or the fire rod. If Four splits with pain from walking too much, Red's the most likely to bear the brunt of it.

Green has less-severe paresis, and mostly uses one crutch on his right, which frees up his left hand to use a weapon, mostly his sword. He can stand without anything to help balance him for a while, and can sometimes take a few steps over even ground without support. He actually gets most of the scars that Four receives while combined.

Blue's paresis is very mild. He's ambulatory, and rarely uses crutches. If he needs to, he'll snag Green's spare. He experiences occasional muscle weakness, though more to the point of a knee giving out for a moment rather than not being able to put weight on the leg. He has both hands free in a fight to swing his hammer, and feels, if possible, even more protective of the others in this AU.

When they first split, they had to get back home (hooray for horses) and find their older variations of mobility aids. Nothing about the second adventure/manga really change, plot-wise. Due to being a reflection of Four, Shadow does have a bit of paresis as well, around Green's level. But, well... he can fly. He just does that, no harm done.

Conclusion

In the LU group, Four is, at first, one of the least forthcoming about his disability. Wind's missing a leg and makes lots of jokes, which catch on with Twilight and Time pretty quickly. Hyrule always had corny jokes in his arsenal. Their attitudes help Four to relax a bit and treat his own disability with a bit more acceptance.

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"I'll get it," Four volunteered, pushing over to one of the shelves of the small store. He scanned the labeled bottles for the one Warriors had mentioned, finding it on one of the upper shelves.

"Oh, young man, it's up pretty far—" The shopkeeper cut off when he saw Four brace himself and stand up to grab the bottle.

Four glanced over. His first instinct was to flush red and pretend that nothing had happened, since people often assumed that he used a wheelchair because he was lazy or wanted attention. But then again... Wind had been coming up with some good jokes lately.

Looking down at his legs, Four gasped as if surprised. "It's a miracle!"

The shopkeeper's eyes were huge.

Four dropped back down into his chair and blinked, then slumped. "Aw, another false alarm."

[biological-catastrophe]

its My Blog i answer all the asks if i want

honestly im doing this bc im mildly bored DFLSKJDF and dont have much time before band

1. Art programs you have but don't use

I draw using Procreate 99.9% of the time. But I also have Sketchbook, Pixel Studio, Rough Animator, and FlipaClip on my iPad. On my computer I have Paint Tool SAI and Krita.

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

Forward 100%, but left is easier then right.

3. What ideas come from when you were little

Animations, of any kind. I was really into animation memes back when I really was drawing and drew a shit ton, and I got a lot of inspo from that!

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

My Avali character, she's so pretty and smol but she is a PAIN to draw...

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

On here I only really post stuff with Zee I think ? But I usually post all serious art (so excluding doodles unless I'm really proud of them)

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

I don't know, I guess my dreams? Well I don't dream a lot, it's mostly nightmares, but sometimes I'll still get inspo. Also a lot of my older characters were based on my issues, such as self esteem issues, imposters syndrome, depression, etc etc.

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

Painting. I sometimes paint, only really for crafts though. It's not really my thing, but god some people are FANTASTIC.

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

I've planned lots of little games I wanted to do with my OCs. I wouldn't really say I lost interest in the long term. I'd like to still do them someday, but right now I don't know. But I have a whole game with a mechanic thats based on karma and doing right and wrong..? I'm kinda excited, maybe in the future it will be good!

9. What are your file name conventions

I don't draw on my computer often, but usually its just '(character name)' and then a number, or a quick thing of the scene. But I have most OC art on my computer, properly sorted into files.

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

Scarves, which I only really learned drawing Zee (and one fanart I drew of Shin ljkdf). Also earrings if that counts

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

Youtube is usually what I listen to. My favorite is horror games.

12. Easiest part of body to draw

Head and hair (not the face lol just the head) and legs. I don't know why SDLKJ

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

I used to really admire Roxxie (@ RoxxieKitsune on twitter), and I've kinda fallen out but I still really admire her work and style

14. Any favorite motifs

I don't draw near enough to have one LJKDSF

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

Desk, home or at my dorm. Or in class if I'm that bored LDSKJDS but no I can't lay in bed and draw...

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

Uh I don't know...? I don't really think I'm good at anything LKJDSF

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

Not usually, but sometimes I'll have a snack like chips or some soda/water.

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

Ahahaha uh well. I mostly draw digital now, my drawing tablet for my computer has a bent charger but I fixed it enough to work LSDKJ. Also my iPad recently got a crack on the screen (it fell off the music stand at band D: ) and when I took art class last semester I broke a bit of smaller stuff like charcoal and pastels...

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

Flowers. I suck at them, but they're fun to draw! And galaxies, I've painted them before and they were fun.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

I kinda enjoy backgrounds? I'm picky and lazy but when I have the motivation I do enjoy it, and trying to make the actual focus of the art fit in the background.

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

I love how San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk by Monet looks. In fact, I recreated it for an art project (we had to use pastels and only 3 colors plus black and white to recreate a famous painting. It was a lot of fun) and I just love the texture on it.

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

I stretch all my fingers and wrists. I don't know, I do the same thing before playing clarinet lkdjf

23. Do you use different layer modes

Oh all the god damn time. I LIVE for them. Overlay and Add are some of my favorites, but I tend to use Multiply the most

24. Do your references include stock images

Sometimes. Most of the time its like official photos taken for reference, or drawn references.

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

I don't know, I don't think my art has been compared to a lot..?

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

I mean once I drew the antagonist of my story and everyone I showed it to simped for them. Which, valid I guess, but damnljkdksl

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

Haha no I don't warm up... I don't draw enough anyways for it DSKLJ

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

I participated in artfight a few years ago! But thats about it... I think once I develop my art more I'd like to participate in zines

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

Honestly I get inspired from everything but I would say edits? Even if they may be seen as 'cringe' sometimes, I love the effort put into them. I've done similar things before and damn is it DIFFICULT, you have to appreciate it.

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

A few years ago I drew two pieces for goretober and honestly? I'm still really proud of them. One was for dissection and the other was for burn or something and the second one is really simple but I love it so much.

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

Didn't see a lot of artist ask games, wanted to make a silly one.

(I wrote this while sick out of my mind last year and it's been collecting dust in my drafts, I might as well let it run free) 1. Art programs you have but don't use

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

14. Any favorite motifs

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

23. Do you use different layer modes

24. Do your references include stock images

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

[fayemouse]

"Why haven't you ever drawn me?"

You've seen hundreds of their drawings. Thousands of their sketches. Sometimes dozens of studies just of one finger, one leg, one eye.

"Absolutely not." Their voice was stern, unwavering. But you saw their eyes: wide, fearful. Not like them at all.

"C'mon! How long have we been together? You've never even sketched my silhouette! How many times have I just been--

"No! It's… It doesn't work that way!"

"Oh please, let me see what you're working on right now. Like, what even could be so much better than me? I could dress up for you…"

Teasing is as good a ploy as any to hide the hurt in your voice.

You’re not quite sure what the blush creeping across their face means. It's not like idle flirting with them ever got you anywhere with them before. It's more than a bit strange. They're not really like that.

You stand up. A riskier ploy, even if your question is genuine. "Whatcha drawing, anyway?"

But you are very sure what their quick scramble to cover their drawing pad means. A silent warning: "This is not for us. This is just for me."

You love them, but gods do you hate the piercing gaze they give you. A chill skitters down your back. You raise your hands appeasingly and flop back on the couch. You don't mask your dejection as you flip through your phone.

Mouth opens. Mouth closes. A shake of your head.

They're just scribbling. Still.

An audible breath in, cut off by yet another of their snide looks.

You don't have to take this. Not from them. Not when it's still nice out.

"Fine. I'll let you draw then. Whatever it is."

You're back on your feet. Keys. Wallet. Phone. A trip to the watering hole is just what you need to give them -- and yourself -- time. The game's on anyway.

The door slips from your fingers. You're alright with how it slams. They can be such an ass.

Whatever.

A few decent beers. A few quarters of football. A half-decent patio, even if it just overlooks a parking lot.

They've always been like this about their art. Even though they've shown you amazing things, they always act as if it's some kind of shameful act that they can't show off.

It doesn't make sense. It's not why you're dating exactly, but their passion about their drawing is a perfect example of the obsession that makes them so attractive. They're always drawing, and the result of that practice is an understanding of anatomy that rivals anything you've ever seen.

Sinew pops off the page. You almost feel like you'd be able to pet the fur of a cat. That praying mantis looked spring-loaded to snap at any fly that landed on the page.

Look, you know it's important to them. It's not worth being mad for this long. You should probably get back.

Fine. One more.

You try to close out. All the bartender says is "It's been taken care of." Weird.

No one else is in the bar. Quizzical silence surrounds you as you finish your beer surrounded by empty chairs, sticky tables, and the coldly professional presence of the bartender.

A shaky "Have a good evening" falling from your lips doesn't elicit anything but an ambiguous head nod.

You're not even buzzed when you sit in the drivers seat of your car, but you have to will yourself to focus on what matters. You start to rehearse how you're going to open conversation with them.

"Hey." No, too simple. "Hey, babe?" Too weak; you're not in the wrong. Maybe you should just walk past them and start cooking an after-drinks snack.

Better take the long way home. That'll give you the time to finish your plan.

Car in reverse. Car in drive. Take the left turn after the closed Sunoco.

Okay, now take it from the top. You walk in, put your stuff down. If they're still sitting there, ask them if they want to eat. That'll give you a normal way to start the conversation. If they're not, then watch the last half of the night game. They can have what's just for them, and you can… you can…

You can fall asleep at the wheel. You can pop the curb on the country road. You can send your car into the ditch. You can smash your face into an airbag. You can see fractals across the windshield. You can feel yourself relax into the seat. You can not figure out why the collar of your shirt is wet. You can not remember where you were a few minutes ago.

You can try to hold on.

You won't.

But you will wake up. And it isn't in the remains of your car.

In fact, even if you were thinking clearly, you'd have trouble figuring out where you were. Wooden beams over your head. Fabric snagged on nails. Wiring and pipes snaking to nowhere.

You try to sit up. You wish you could grasp why you can't.

Your eyes dart to your chest: no shirt, red everywhere, straps holding you still.

But more than enough light to see. A flat light, with few shadows. Powerful, diffuse.

Your head lolls, following the strap towards your right arm. A window cut in fabric, a rectangle exposing flesh, muscle, tendon.

Biceps flex at your command, exposed in the light. Your eyes feast on movement you can't feel. Contract, extend.

Your stomach should flip. Your head falls forward. Abdominal muscles split, exposing parts of you that you cannot find words for.

Bile doesn't rise into your mouth. Saliva drips not from the corner of your mouth, but from the side of your head. Wet, salty.

Your gaze turns to the left.

But what's left of you?

The haze of the moment clears as you focus on papers hanging just at the edge of your vision.

Intricate, detailed graphite renderings of a face, an arm, a leg, a digestive system.

Intricate, detailed graphite renderings of your face, as if your cheek didn't hide your molars; your arm, the tendon you strain every time you play hockey spiraled around your elbow; your leg, a spiderweb of voids through the largest bone; your digestive system, filled to the brim with now-flat liquid.

Intricate, detailed graphite renderings that capture your very essence, better than a photograph ever could have.

Nitrile running through your sticky hair should have made you flinch.

A too-familiar voice makes it way through to your core. Even. Steady. The way you're used to it.

"Do you like my drawings of you?"

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 (ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ)

In which sometimes, you have to choose between what's best for you, and what's the right thing to do.

Tags/Warnings: listen I swear this is the last Alien!Jungkook I swear, someone please stop me, angst, near death situation, mentions of running away/homelessness, it's an idea, please comment or send asks if you want more of this, these meds be kicking mh dreams are so lucid

Length: mid

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You're torn.

While he's clearly the same kind that's currently on the hunt for you to bring you back to your destroyed home planet, he also clearly needs help to survive. He's barely breathing, chest hardly moving as he struggles visibly to hang onto life. His clothes are soaked, his skin is pale, lips turning blue and eyes closed shut.

You don't know how he got in this situation- but somehow, he reminds you of yourself a little. You're clumsy after all- constantly hurting yourself on accident, legs almost always littered in bruises from accidentally hitting tables and other furniture.

Though nowadays, it's more or less from your little illegal adventure to this planet.

Earth is basically dying; with no recourses left and the remaining one's heavily limited and restricted, humans riot more than they live their lifes, and some, like you, try to escape elsewhere in hopes of a different and better future. You've snuck yourself onto a cargo spaceship, and made it to Arion- and while your life is hectic and you don't have a home, it's definitely a lot calmer than back on earth, were people constantly riot and fight over the littlest of things.

You slip a little as you make yourself down the slippery sides of the creek, scratching your thigh harshly, provably drawing blood. But by now, your mind has been made up- you're gonna get him out, call for help- and as soon as you made sure he'd been noticed, you'd just run as fast as you could.

Yeah, that's a good plan.

His eyes barely open as you approach him, head turning to the side to glance at you- but he doesn't say anything, doesn't move otherwise, as if he knows there's no use in it anyways. You're chewing on the inside of your cheek as you think about how to get him out of the cold water- freezing river already biting harshly at your own legs, pants soaking with it instantly- you can't imagine how horrible it must be for him. "sorry.." you apologize in advance, before tugging on his arm, slowly pulling him out of the riverbed and onto the side. He groans in pain for a second, and you apologize under your breath again.

Though you're not sure if he understands.

While the race living on this planet seems to be very aware of human language, it's not the same for everyone. Politicians from this planet speak the human language just fine, and you've read somewhere in a news headline that they apparently are able to speak in a way that makes it understandable to anybody and that language is something they don't really have nor understand, but you're not sure if you understand that correctly.

It's a lot to unpack, and you don't really think of yourself as smart anyways. It's not like you need to either- you don't talk to any of them.

Your plan now would be to call for help and run- but the problem right now, is that pulling him out took away a lot more strength from you than you thought it would. Your legs feel heavy, and the tiredness in your bones makes it almost impossible to get up again. Especially now that it starts raining. Heavily.

You sigh, accepting your fate at this point, before you yell out for help.

You've pulled him out of the riverbed- you won't let your efforts go to waste now, even if he is the same kind that will probably kill you as soon as they find you for illegally living on this planet for months now. But it's fine- you've at least did something good, filled up your karma a bit, so you'll maybe get to heaven if there is one.

"...why?" he croaks out as you interrupt your shouting, looking down at him. His brows are furrowed, sharp pupils focused on you as you shrug, before lights suddenly shine down on you.

"good comes to those who do good." you shrug. "or so my granny said." you mumble more or less to yourself, as the trees bend and sway under the heavy force of the winds the spacecraft produces as it hovers above you both.

"step away from the body.!" the loudspeakers announce harshly, and you chuckle, before slowly getting up on your knees before you stumble backwards. "further!" it barks out from the speakers, and you trip yet again- though it seems like it's enough. "do not move. Any movement will be taken as an act of aggression, and dealt with accordingly." the announcer says, and you just laugh to yourself as you stay on your back while two people are led down with a stretcher, landing close to the man you've pulled out the creek.

They work on him for a bit, before he says something that makes the fully armed first responders, turn their helmets towards you;

But you're unable to know what happens next, as fatigue makes you black out under the heavy rain and deafening aircraft above.

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