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I'm ghostt and this is the blog where I just put whatever the hell I want! Silly reblogs and chatting mostly. A couple things to know...
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I chat a lot in tags ! Sorry if this is annoying but i will never stop
I try to tag for fandom stuff or major triggers but. I often forget! Sorry! I am trying to be better about tagging stuff
I know I post fandom stuff but I'm really not. a fandom person. Idk what's going there please for the love of god don't involve me in fandom drama I am not paying attention to that sort of thing.
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I try to keep track of these tags below but I have swiss cheese brain memory and forget them very often, SORRY!
a couple fun little tags of mine: #ghostt talks , #ghostt is gaming , #my cat finch from trigun , #coffee hell , #my art*
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fandom tags: #control , #dunmeshi , #bg3 , #trigun or #trimax , #disco elysium , #fma , #the thing , #quantum leap
I also try to tag spoilers for these too! Also, the trigun one is a little weird bc I had a sideblog for it.
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#Imogen did started to do it earlier but it also happened right before the confession to Laudna.#Now she just experimenting with what she already got because her relationships crumble.#I can't believe that I once again spending so much time on memes...#bells hells#critical role fanart#critical role#cr3#Dorian Storm#Imogen Temult#Ashton Greymoore#dorym#imodna#callowmoore#It's so funny that I just did the pin post and took time to write how I rarely tag ships#and that's pretty much the first thing I do after this
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#bulbasaur#we start anew! expect an FAQ later today that will become the pinned post#for reference‚ all angles you'll see in this queue have been voted upon in the front-facing-pokemon discord server! this up to raticate#were all done live in a discord call to build up the queue again. the rest will be done via polls!#this is what we've come to call a Muncher angle#as opposed to sniffers‚ balds‚ rocks‚ animes‚ babies‚ and snilers#all of which you'll see in due time. perhaps i should tag these baed on category#muncher#i will..!
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halloween was scary this year
#us politics#2024 presidential election#these are hard times#but we have each other#allow yourself to feel what you're feeling#then get back up and keep going#we've done it once#we'll do it again#we will make it through#halloween#this is wisp#personal comic#cw politics#Kamala Harris#please madam president#her concession speech was so lovely#if it's not already clear if you're for tr*mp you don't belong on my blog#also if you voted third party to make a “statement” gtfo as well#free palestine#check out my pinned post#myart
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Home Away From
I love hopeless agony almost as much as tooth rotting fluff??
Post-kidnapping Angel adjusting (badly) to the new normal.
might do a part 2 where it gets even worse idk ← my last words before i get thrown out of the plane
Kidnapping, imprisonment, codependency, etc.
proceed with caution
Eyes straight forward, you had to keep yourself occupied fiddling with the edge of a couch cushion. Every single one had a few loose threads from how often you worried away at them.
Twelve… thirteen… fourteen neatly aligned book spines on the lowest shelf behind the dark haired man kneeling in front of you. A full, hardcover collection of your favorite webcomic, each book signed and dedicated to you. Maybe you'd force yourself to read them all again. For the third time since your arrival.
"Angel."
It was hard to keep track of how long you'd been here—in this house far removed from Corland Bay, with everything you ever wanted in a forever home. All those wild, fantasy-ridden dreams you joked about with Ren, and then [REDACTED], were true now.
And yet your supposed fiancé carried you over the threshold of that forever home kicking and screaming.
"Still not talking?"
His hand reached for yours, fingers gently lacing between your own before you eventually pulled away. You saw their real reaction in the corner of your vision. By now, you knew him as obsessively as he knew you—there wasn't much he could hide anymore. The pain in his blue eyes lingered for too long this time.
It hurt. You hated to see that look on his face. But you hated being trapped here so much more than that. Why couldn't he understand?
Realistically, a silent treatment would get you nowhere. A few hours had turned to days, then weeks, and he was still soft-spoken and doting towards you. There was hardly a difference in the man you proposed to, and the one that bolted the front door shut from the outside on the few occasions they left for supplies.
You were too used to domestic life, too docile compared to that first day—sometimes you'd lose yourself and forget you were a prisoner. All your old hobbies still occupied your days while he sat nearby, and it just felt natural to include the only person you ever saw. To call his name and read a passage from a book aloud for him to laugh, or casually scoot closer to him for warmth during a movie.
Those moments when you forgot felt like they could slot in between all your old memories with ease.
"I'm sorry, love. I only wanted t'keep you safe," he whispered.
His breath almost tickled your legs, followed by the feel of his forehead resting against them. The urge to brush a hand through their hair—an innocent gesture you did at least daily back home—hurt just as much to ignore.
Were it not for their words of apology, even now could've been another memory. Who could fault you for falling into habits of comfort with the one who lived for you, and you alone?
The silent treatment was the best you could do.
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
Tired and disoriented, you woke up alone in your bedroom. The pink haired plushie you normally cuddled had disappeared somewhere, probably tossed to a corner of the room in your fitful sleep. Your usual replacement for a space heater was nowhere to be found, either.
Had he stayed up late? You called their name. "Ren?"
A muted commotion in the hallway outside, then the door creaked open. "Angel?" your beloved hacker answered back cautiously.
"Are you coming to bed?"
There was no response for a long moment. But soon enough, his familiar footsteps sounded against the floor.
You sat up and pulled the blanket to the side for them. As he settled in, you cuddled close, resting one arm over their chest while your head laid in its rightful place atop his shoulder. You managed to lean up and find their lips for a quick kiss before closing your eyes.
Though you couldn't see his face, you imagined the blush that painted his cheeks at every piece of affection you gave. With the thought fresh in your mind, you drifted off.
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
Hours later you woke again, your rest this time far more peaceful in their embrace. A pitiful, lazy groan left you as you stretched, then opened your eyes to greet your partner.
[REDACTED] was silently looking down at you, propped up on one arm.
You reached up to cup his cheek and smiled at him. He leaned into your touch like always, but their usual loving gaze was laced with hesitation. As if waiting for something. Anxious of what could bother him, your hand followed the line of his jaw down to their neck, past the tattooed heart of your name, and settled on a piece of jewelry.
Was that correct? It felt off. A long moment passed as you fiddled with it, trying to figure out what was so out of place about that silver chain, until it hit you.
The golden ring was back on his necklace, instead of on your finger where it belonged. Where it used to belong.
Weeks, or maybe even months ago, when they kept you in a careful hold while locking the bedroom door behind them—you'd thrown that ring in his face the second he let you go.
For all the scratches and bite marks you'd put on his arm, tearing at skin that was already long scarred, he hadn't shown a hint of worry. Not until they bent down to get the ring that hit their chest and clattered to the floor.
It was the same worried face you saw now.
Your hand stilled, and before you could even whisper the words you wanted to yell, he slipped from the bed to give you space. The door clicked shut behind them to trap you in with your thoughts.
How could you be so stupid? Weak? They didn't have to try at all to wear you down; you did it all on your own. He tore you away from friends and family, yet here you were, forgetting yourself to play house with him. Then you took it a step further and let him sleep in your bed.
Nails dug into the pillow under your head, but instead of throwing it you squeezed it tight to your chest. You bit your lip to hold back the tears, glaring down at the empty spot on your ring finger that had only now begun to match the skin around it.
Another foolish dream to pile with all the others.
As much as you wanted to hope they would see reason one day and bring you back home to make things right—a thought far past irrational by now—you had to mourn the life taken from you.
You knew them, you knew them. Always seeking your favor so quickly that any argument quelled before it had a chance to begin, but stubborn when he felt it necessary.
If the first answer was a no… the next one and the next one wouldn't change. You should've accepted it the second he locked the door.
Ren was the only person you'd ever see again.
#14 days with you#14dwy redacted#14dwy#14dwy ren#momo writing#this is self indulgence too but the kind where i hate myself???#<- i mean this in a nice way ok#red title = no one has a good time not even ren#da color coding is mostly for me actually#since i WRITE TOO FUCKING MUCH i can't even find my own shit!!!#not using my own pinned post bc i just wanna scroll endlessly ooo i'm a little clown#yet again why am i like this
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Behold. blinkies.cafe blinkies for telling your friends (and any passersby) to play award-winning 2023 indie game "In Stars and Time" available now on Steam itchio GOG Nintendo Switch and Playstation 4 and 5
Bonus: Start Again blinkies. Because you should also play Start Again Start Again Start Again: a Prologue (2021) available on Steam and itchio
#in stars and time#start again start again start again#flashing lights#flashing lights tw#flashing tw#blinkies#blinkies.cafe#feel free to use these however you want! no credits needed#I made these for my main's pinned post but you can have them too...!! highly recommend blinkies.cafe if you ever want blinkies like these#they're easily customizable and very fun!!
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Happy Three Year Anniversary 🥹💚🌺
It’s my three year anniversary since I first started writing fanfics on tumblr. I think back about the first time I published fanfics on here and everyone I met along the way because of that one moment of time.
When I took that step to allow myself to express/be myself and publish something I wrote. It led to meeting so many wonderful people here and irl and I am forever grateful to myself and to all of you.
I am forever grateful for all the encouragement you all give me and I can’t say it enough. Be it comments, asks, reblogs, likes, tagging or what have you.
Everyday is fun and brings a smile to my face. I look forward to the future because of it.
So really, thank you everyone. I’m so happy to have met and interacted with you and hope to continue to do so ☺️💚🌺
#Hana announces#I always feel a bit shy posting stuff like this but I really am grateful and wanted to express myself#I’ve been on tumblr longer than three years but only just started writing again after more than a decade and realized my anniv for my first#fanfic was coming and#been feeling very nostalgic lately and very grateful for everything and all I have met#I have been having so much fun the last several years#its that joy i can hold onto always despite the hard times#thank you again 💞💞💚💚#will probably change some stuff around on my masterlist and profile#and edit mt pin post too#to make it more succinct#but that will be weekend Hana worries
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masterpost
my ao3 || fics on tumblr headcanons, notes, mini-fics || blurple villain au
current projects: ONE SHOT: dayjob leo LONG FIC: symphony number 4 -> touch-starved donnie and professional musician reader 🎻 read HERE 🎻 tag for meta HERE 🎻 tag for asks/fanart/misc etc HERE
ideas in the queue: post here
i answer all asks publicly! here are some guidelines:
please don't ask: when i'm updating x; why i haven't updated y; "please write blah blah blah"; "what are your headcanons for [insert thing where you're obviously fishing for me to do a request post]"; "why is x fic so long" (spoiler: because i like it better that way) ok to ask: what i'm working on right now; questions about lore for any of my au settings; meta questions for any of my fics; opinions on things; random questions; how do i x or y; questions about how to write or something of that ilk; links to funny videos or dachshund stuff; just saying hello; basically anything else!
Individual links to fics below cut!
note: most of my stuff is on ao3, and i use the ao3 rating system for all my fics (ref here)
key: reader gender, rating, tmnt version; summary (link)
Leonardo (x)
GN!Reader, G, bayverse; deleted scene from tea fic; sharing calligraphy (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; leo comes back and wants to smell like home again (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo smells his shorts (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; leo loves your tits (here)
GN!Reader, M, rise; leo is suddenly horny (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo does a somnophilia (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo takes his chance after chap. 20 (here)
F!Reader, M, rise; leo "accidentally" sends you his nudes (here)
GN!Reader, T, rise; sunset hike up the hill (here)
Donatello (x)
F!Reader, E, bayverse; donnie pining mating season (here)
GN!Reader, T, bayverse; donnie is a dork (here)
F!Reader, T, bayverse; donnie rubs your back (here)
F!Reader, G, bayverse; watching donnie work (here)
GN!Reader, T, rise; waking next to donnie (here)
F!Reader, M, rise; symphony bad future fluff, chap. 19 spoilers! (here)
GN!Reader, G, rise; can't sleep (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; accidental double somno (here)
GN!Reader, T, rise; donnie helps you sleep (here)
F!Reader, M, rise, sleepy donnie (here)
GN!Reader, T, rise; donnie missed a week for... reasons (here)
Raphael (x)
GN!Reader, M, bayverse; raph likes it when you assume (here)
GN!Reader, M, bayverse; birthday plans (here)
Blurple Villain AU
F!Reader, usually T-E, rise; villain!leo au with the wolf/lamb/dog metaphor (masterpost here)
T; kissing donnie's scar for the first time (here)
E; leo likes lying on top of you (here)
E; pegging leo (here)
M; sharing an orange with leo (here)
TMNT
GN!Reader, G, bayverse; HCs for what goldilocks!leo and amaranthine!donnie want their insert-chan to wear (here)
GN!Reader, G, bayverse; HCs for all turtles with an insert-chan that has an unintelligible accent when upset (here)
#ok!!! i'm a capital o capital f capital w official fanfiction writer again#'sam does the 150k on ao3 not do that' no. the masterpost does. it is. the Official Stamp.#uhhh i'll update this as i fiddle around with it but this should do for now!! sorry to everyone who's been looking for one so far#pinned post#edit: my roommate told me to put the screenshot from the amaranthine tags here. they are so correct all the time
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I JUST CANT STOP WINNING! (being blocked by everyone who I reblog silly longlegs posts from)
#bitch it happened again#i make a very real point and when i tell you that people are attracted to way worse#Dont be shy. dont block me. please lets discuss.#i cant belive you'd have “im a sicko first and foremost” in your pinned post but get mad over this 😂😂#brother. i just KNOW he reblogged my post. i can taste it. why be a coward and hide it from me#at least i got to keep my tags this time 🥲#am i...... the problem?????
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Thrift Twinkle
I haven't drawn ponies in a long time, but started getting nostalgic after revisiting some of the later FiM seasons. I've had a few DRA pony ideas and sketches around, and after finishing this one for Teruya, I do kinda wanna continue with the rest...
Anyway, this is Thrift Twinkle, an earth pony with a penchant for trends and a talent for making and selling. He has a passion for experimenting with new styles, even if they don't all end up gaining popularity. Thrift can often be spotted wearing colorful coat and mane dyes, flashy hats, or even rainbow horseshoes.
Not all of his friends are completely onboard with his wild ideas, but most of them are still happy to spend time sketching, creating, and sewing with him. He's an excellent gift giver and is incredibly loyal to the ones he cares about most, like his friends and his father, Phoenix Hotcakes, who pretty much taught him everything he knows.
I kinda doubt too many folks are interested in seeing more DRA ponies, but this one was pretty fun so I might post more of them.
#enquire art#danganronpa another#mlp fim#mlp#teruya otori#dra1#dra1 fanart#mlp art#my little pony#mlp crossover#earth pony#pony#character design#enquire's dra ponies#is this the first time posting digital art here? huh#i couldn't decide whether he should be a unicorn or not#eventually settled on earth pony but still wondering if I should give him his horn back#it's nice to draw ponies again...#teruya is like... perfect for this ngl#character art#illustration#fun fact the pins on his scarf represent his friends (the rainbow is just his though)#if you can guess any of them i'll give you a digital cookie#sdra2#sdra2 fanart
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so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.
#thinking about an INSANE divorce fic. as a follow-up to the 30k canon-compliant backstory i have not written#(really it could be an au of that because like. am i sentimental and would i want them to get emotionally divorced NO but i will get into#the variants of this later i have to tell you about them ACTUALLY divorced first before i get into the hot divorcee energy of it all)#where they fucked around when they were younger and then broke up because. yeah tenax can dream but scorpus needs certainty he is what he#is he wants attention and dignity and when blue offers for him he goes and we don’t need to know what the massive fight was but we DO need#to know that they stopped fucking and maybe they stopped talking too but now they’re Colleagues. putting the ‘because i can’ moment#into a WHOLE different light bc it’s very much a ‘you no longer have a say in who I get to fuck because it’s not YOU. because we’re not’#and thus we get an exes-to-lovers arc I still know you the best and yes I SEE the scorpus xenon andria potential & once again I am saying:#put that in a box we can’t talk about that right now I see it but that’s not what we’re here for. anyway I was TRYING to say the ‘I know u#best of anyone’ of it all and if you think I have stopped thinking about tenax goading scorpus & talking about his dick for a single second#I have not. I REALLY have not because that is top tier blatant manipulation to be like ohhhh poor baby you’re so old and rotting I can just#get a new chariot driver I don’t even really want you anyway 😇 and scorpus KNOWS It’s bait however. he’s gotta get his attention back.#anyway they are ugly divorced and it’s very slow burn but I know exactly how you taste & what buttons to press & how to grip your shoulders#in an argument until they fuck nasty on all of their riches or however this thing ends. not well for anyone but I WILL be getting them back#together. the other fun little big divorced energy thoughts i had were very much ‘divorced and arguing but it’s foreplay to threaten to#leave each other’ so they can have hot aggressive mean sex because they get off on arguing with each other. everybody in the stables starts#to see them arguing about chariot design & the brothers are scared they’re gonna kill each other & then suddenly scorpus is tongue-fucking#Tenax’s throat with a fist still in his hair and tenax has a hand pinning him back against the post by the throat and that’s all they see#before everybody clears the FUCK out. this is a regular occurrence at all times in all arguments it’s so fun I love the dynamic#OHHHH AND IT’S AN OUTSIDER POV FIC i said the brothers really i meant elia but also now that i say that. could be a fun five + 1 of#everyone watching them threaten to kill each other and then y’know. la petit mort. ALSO i know i see the calla/tenax too we can’t talk abt#that put it in the box with the chariot drivers we can have one (1) thing at a time. the calla note is because i want a calla pov of them#where she’s just like ‘freaks. right in front of my salad?’ and does not give a fuck at all. top tier. anyway. andria/elia/calla/domitian#(Domitian seeing them petition him would be so fun because he wants to puppet master everything he’d want to know SO BAD.) the 5th one idk#because I don’t have any idea about the third brother yet but maybe Tenax catching scorpus in a brothel again? and the +1 is their POV ofc.#(anyway for myself: the vibes i want here are geno/anna cat and mouse follow/unfollow divorce and win her back rumors)#scorpus/tenax#those about to die#scorpus#tenax
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ABOUT ME/BLOG PAGES!!
BTW MY NOTIFICATIONS ARE TURNED OFF SO I'M SORRY IF I DON'T INTERACT/Respond RIGHT AWAY!!!!!
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(just so others don't accuse me of stealing art)
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WILL ADD MORE IF MY BRAIN WILL REMEMBER GAAAAHHHH!
Also pls don't feel offended if I don't interact as much as I did before my social skills are just horrible at this point.
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#about me post#pinned post#Finally remade this!#it's a bit less cluttered than the first one#lazybird draws#FYI I was 14 during the whole time I was posting so no worries hopefully#edit: it's a lot more cluttered but i'm thinking of remaking it... again (tho might wait for my b-day so i don't have to edit it so often)
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FINALLY got you on my dash again, only to discover you've written an AC fic that you are giving us dribs and drabs of, heathen *shakes prison cell bars* please tell me more about "Miles" before I combust
HI UR MY NEW FAVORITE (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4)
“Your name is not Miles.”
Desmond tenses for a barely a moment before relaxing again, and doesn’t bother to look up from the hidden blade he’s tweaking to have a faster release. Even if he didn’t recognise the voice, the dark blur leaning against the doorjamb out of the corner of his eye would tell Desmond sure as anything who had come to haunt the armoury at his side. “Of course it isn’t,” Desmond eventually mutters to Francesco Vecellio, the only one of Ezio’s brotherhood to wear dark gray instead of white.
Francesco snorts, eyeing Desmond from under the beak of his hood, Desmond’s own pushed down around his shoulders to better see by lantern-light. “You should have thought to pick a more common name if you did not want others to question it.”
“ ’Should have thought to pick anything before I showed up.” He grinds his chisel a little deeper into the metal casing of his blade, and then nearly cuts himself slipping on it when Francesco gives a startled laugh.
“You didn’t have one prepared?”
Desmond blinks up at Ezio’s highest-ranked protégé, not sure if he should feel embarrassed or not. “I, uh. Didn’t think that far ahead?”
And for someone who had managed nine years evading Templars and Assassins both, you’d think he’d have known better.
The look Francesco gives him tells Desmond he feels the same. “You’re smarter than that, fratellino.”
Desmond scowls. “Well, obviously I’m not.”
“... You snuck into the main headquarters of the Italian Brotherhood in less than an hour and then fooled us all into thinking you were supposed to be here for nearly a week — Machiavelli isn’t sure even our Padrone could have managed that.”
Swallowing uncomfortably, Desmond scoffs and tries to return to his hidden blade, but that still leaves his entire profile in view of Francesco’s far-too-discerning gaze. And he’s the only one other than Desmond to have been training for this since childhood: his observation skills are beaten only by Ezio, and even that is mostly thanks to his Eagle Vision.
Actually, Francesco is a born Assassin, too, does he have EV?
“Miles–”
“Do you have the Sight?”
They blink at each other, and Desmond isn’t sure who is more surprised by the interruption. Snarky he may be, Desmond has also had politeness beaten into him, and deference besides, and everyone in the Brotherhood had clocked it.
“To an extent,” Francesco eventually admits, sounding puzzled, “Nothing so refined as il Padrone’s.” He looks away, crossing his arms over his chest. “It is... finicky, I can only use it while motionless, and it really only tells me if someone means me harm.”
Desmond bites back the offer to help train his EV into something far more useful — it would never reach the level of Altaïr’s, or Ezio’s, or Ratonhnhaké:ton’s, because that had more than a little to do with Isu fuckery. However, the Levantine Assassins (at least until Altaïr’s death, though it was Al Mualim who started the practice) were able to train most initiates to have at least some grasp of the technique, as long as they had that genetics-dictated spark to start with. Desmond was lucky enough for his time in the Animus to awaken his own Vision, and living as Ezio slowly mastering it into Eagle Sense had improved it in leaps and bounds for Desmond on the outside, and prepared him for experiencing Ratonhnhaké:ton’s advanced form of it. Though that, and Eagle Sense, never actually awakened in Desmond Miles.
But “Miles” hasn’t told this Brotherhood that he has Altaïr’s Sight, Ezio’s Gift, partly because Desmond forgot they didn’t know, but now it’s also an active decision, because it would without a doubt make them insist he’s Ezio’s son with even more conviction. And until Desmond has figured out what he’s going to tell Ezio about the whole time-travel–thing, he isn’t going to confirm or deny anything the other members cook up.
Except Desmond watches Francesco tilt his head, and then his eyes burn golden for just a moment. “Why do you ask?”
He’s smart enough to guess, but he’s also smart enough not to assume, and patiently waits for Desmond’s response.
Ahh, fuck it, he’s already screwed up this whole identity thing by talking with Claudia (not that he meant to reveal so much to her but, well, she’s Ezio’s baby sister. And [redacted]. Fuck, time travel is so weird).
He looks up from his carving again to flash his eyes right back, and is more than gratified to see Francesco glow a steady, deep blue. He tends to avoid looking at the Brotherhood with his EV, he’s too much of a coward to confirm just what they actually think of him, and he’s only looked at Ezio once, before they properly met.
Francesco smiles in the shadow of his hood, seemingly pleased with Desmond trusting him with such a secret. “Does il Padrone know?” he asks without judgement, and Desmond winces as he looks back down at his tinkering.
“No, I... I became so used to it that I didn’t think to mention it, and then it had been so long that it was... awkward?” He chuckles nervously at admitting such a weakness, especially when he’s pretty sure this is the longest conversation he’s had with Ezio’s star pupil. He has double blades, for Christ’s sake, despite not being a Master Assassin.
Oh. Is Desmond jealous of Francesco? Hm, something to think about.
“And then you did not want the others gossiping,” Francesco agrees, nodding like that is the obvious conclusion. Desmond still doesn’t relax, but he’s glad he didn’t have to spell that out for him.
Desmond scratches the bridge of his nose awkwardly. “I’m not Master Ezio’s son, but I don’t think any of our siblings would believe me if I tried to tell them that.” And hadn’t finding out his real parentage been an absolute trip; he’s still scarred mentally and physically from it. Which reminds him, he should respond to his mother’s last letter before she begins to worry about him taking too long.
Having a mother to care about him is... still an experience he’s getting used to. It’s only been, what, two years since he found her again?
She had glowed a blue so dark it was almost black, a colour Desmond hadn’t seen even once in either of his lives, or the lives he’d lived in the Animus. He knows she kisses her letters before sending them from the indigo left behind like lipstick.
... Which is also how Desmond found out he had progressed from Eagle Vision to Eagle Sense, which was also the point he realised he hadn’t told Ezio about his EV in the first place.
“I believe you.”
It’s said so simply, Francesco even gives a little shrug, but Desmond whips his head back around and is... absolutely floored. As dehumanised and used as he was in the 21st century, his little jaunt to the past has almost been worse, if he lets himself think about it too hard (and he never does). People don’t just... believe in Desmond. Something must show on his face, because Francesco offers him a tight smile. Then, blessedly, he changes the subject and nods to Desmond’s hands, “What are you working on?”
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#real talk tho im so happy you asked about this fic#i haven't worked on it in quite some time just due to shifting fandom interests but i love it to absolute PIECES#and it was good to revisit it again#also love being called a heathen by someone with witch in their user wheeze (/lighthearted /genuine)#savage price#crispy writes#cj answers#wearethewitches#all posts are linked in my masterlist which is my pinned post!#i have an assassins creed sideblog crispybureau!!#yoinking some tags from the last posts:#this whole fic is based on the trope of time travel des not knowing how to lie for shit and people making assumptions#(à la esamastations' study of flight)#except their assumptions turn out to be mostly right#des isn't ezio's kid tho 👀#title from poor isaac by the airborne toxic event#which was my second most-listened-to song last year
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True gold Nine days old
#buffyverse#angel the series#ats#angel btvs#connor ats#art#fanart#digital art#artsying#SORRY EVERYONE I LISTENED TO THE MOUNTAIN GOATS TOO HARD AND HAD A MOMENT ABOUT ANGEL AND CONNOR. IT PROBABLY WILL HAPPEN AGAIN#and maybe next time i won't drive myself crazy making it riso style LOL#also uhhhh i have commissions open and stuff check my pinned post for details if ur interested#didn't wanna put that in the post itself bc it would throw off the aesthetic i'm going for LOL#OH YEAH ALSO SONG IS PINK AND BLUE BY TMG. FOR THE CURIOUS
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i saw that you used to hint at oc stuff on twitter (don't ask me why im digging im looking for zola stuff lmao) why don't you post more about them?
i am simply terrified that if i post oc things online someone will steal the concept and run with it faster and better than i ever could have and then i will be devastated forever and ever
more seriously i have very little to show for any of my oc things (adhd brain making life difficult as per usual awawawawawa) and every time i've shared oc things in the past i've ended up never following up on it and it makes me feel bad and guilty so i've just convinced myself i will Never talk about my ocs until i have something substantial i can put out there
#mio answers things#anon#i'm getting a little better with making things for my ocs#on account of having friends i can actively share my brain rot with#but i still dread the feeling of posting a character and being forever haunted about never doing anything with them ever again#(echoes of custard howling in my mind)#just like how i dread having a repeat of that time in middle school#where i talked about my werecrow oc in the comments of a bigger artist's works#and they ended up making their own werecrow oc immediately after#they very much directly aligned with mine#but it got wildly popular on their account and they made a ton of art for it and i just#ended up deleting any evidence of mine because i felt so bad about it skjdfhgkldhfkgj#like i have no problem with people taking inspiration from my designs#i think it's fun seeing people design vy2s with two toned hair and kyos with pink eyes and hair pins w#but like. the thought of posting my oc and having someone run them through a blender to make their own character makes me feel. bad.#i can't articulate the specific reason Why it makes me feel bad but it does skjfghdkjfgsdhkjf#like if i finally posted theater gang stuff and then saw someone else take those concepts and make them into their own characters#i might just collapse into a pile of beef trimmings and never get up sdfkjhglksjdfg#it's silly and i don't know why my brain's like this but because of this in combination with my fear of posted oc things haunting me foreve#i simply will not be posting <3333#(and also just that. i'm incapable of producing enough artwork to make my ocs matter in a public context i think.)#(like you breed affection for a character through familiarity)#(which you only really get by creating A Lot Of Art)#(and i cannot do that <333)#(so instead most times i post it's a few handfuls of likes)#(and that doesn't really feel worth it to my brain when i could just settle for going insane over them with my friends skjdfhgkjsdf)#i really think this last year has just taught me that i really. honestly truly prioritize the reactions and feelings of my friends#over strangers on the internet#and it feels a lot more comfortable that way w#AH
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AND JUST AS I GO TO CHECK IF I HAVE ANYTHING GOOD SCHEDULED FOR TUESDAY, I-
WHAT??????
TODAY IS ONE FUCKIN' DROPKICK AFTER ANOTHER HELLO SINCE WHEN FOR WHAT
#I????? HELP ME#I MEAN. JUST LOOKING AT THE MOST USED TAGS I HAVE I CAN GUESS *WHY* - I HAPPENED TO RIDE SOME HIGHS HERE AND THERE BUT#AS MUCH AS I APPRECIATE THE KIND WORDS IN THE NOTES AND GENERAL APPRECIATION TOWARDS MY ART I'M HUH???????#i'm a cocky bastard i'll be frank i Was hoping to gain an audience of like a hundred people i like attention but. HHHH??#is this a sign. is it time for That again. should i edit the pinned post. god help me i'm so scared but very grateful
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