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bnha is really out here furthering the blonde x brunette agenda:
special mention for my babies because i can't just leave out my favorite blonde and im not really sure what shouto even is:
#wow there's a lot of ships to tag here#let's start with my favs ofc#dabihawks#dabi x hawks#togachako#toga x uraraka#kamijiro#jirou x denki#bakudeku#dekubaku#erasermic#hizashi x shouta#me totally ranking my ships in the tags:#todobaku#bakutodo#dw guys tdbk is definitely higher i just forgot to tag them lol#shit gotta tag the names too#dabi#todoroki touya#pro hero hawks#takami keigo#himiko toga#uraraka ochako#kaminari denki#jirou kyouka#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#todoroki shouto#aizawa shouta#present mic
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Louis' "You're boring!" Could mean so many things, but I think what's most apparent about that line is that Armand takes no initiative just for himself. He's not really anybody, because he never goes out and finds himself or gets attached to anyone but Louis. Without Louis as his guide he's literally just sitting on a couch picking lint! That's the thing.
He orbits constantly around what would make Louis happy, and never really fully going what would make me happy? Ultimately that drive to please Louis is what drives him to torturing Daniel, not so much that he'd care to just do it. Ultimately, not giving proper care to Louis is just a way to make sure Louis knows he has to orbit around him as well, with shoving Lestat onto him just that other nail on the coffin. So, even if he fails to figure out how to make Louis happy with him, he still knows what Armand is good for, and better than.
That dependency is what drives Armand's abuse. It really just comes down to that. Armand doesn't even realize how suffocated he is by his own dependency. This is just how life is to him. (It shouldn't be lost either that dependency is a theme considering this episode also deals with addiction).
Daniel's fascinating because he's just so driven to be somebody. He's largely independent, he seeks things because he wants them. It's his drug to poke and prod at all the things that he shouldn't. Daniel's exciting because he lets Louis in to something different, lets him in to all this potential in another person that he can also do the same with for himself. It's a real connection. A two way street. It's easy to tell how Armand can be smothering then because he's never introducing him to anything really new, and most the ways both of them connect are all painful and traumatic. It's never just fun because there's always that layer of that pain. Fun died with Claudia.
50 years on they've gotten to a lot better place, both of them, but it's still that same shit. No seriously, "How is this any different from last time, Louis?"
Well... Because Armand's going to be, at the very least, making one [1] decision only for himself - and that's to hold power over Daniel's life. Fucking sick foreshadowing.
They aren't driving each other to the brink anymore but "The vampire is bored" STILL. Maybe it's even worse, despite being in better places, because Louis' sort of just been defeated by it. (I mean, can he even really leave this either?). He's accepting the dependancy cause he kind of has to. He'd literally ended up letting all the enjoyment be up where he can't reach [The book shelves]. Armand so desperately wants Louis happiness but what really ends up happening is that Louis ends up having to give Armand all his own. He's got no one or anything else to get it from. But like an iPad and an over the top eating ritual. Two extremes of what's just more lint picking.
This whole relationship is one I find just tragic inside and out. You have to just pity it, really. There's ways in which you can find yourself feeling bad for both of them. But you can only really be mad at Armand for any of it. Armand, who isn't even 'free' in any sense, having so little concept of his own independence, but is at the same time so controlling over other's. It's a tragic cycle. It's an infuriating one.
Louis at least has the mind to know when enough is enough. If just needing that extra push to get there. Armand's too scared of it being over to even try.
#iwtv#iwtv character analysis#interview with the vampire#louis de pointe du lac#armand#loumand#amc iwtv#iwtv s2#iwtv season 2#don't be afraid just start the tape#Gotta feel bad for Louis for winding up falling in love again with someone ruled so much by their own undealt with shit#making him once again the victim of abuse for it#But at least I guess Lestat values his independence? And Louis to an extent.#Theres a lot less co-dependancy going on between them but it's still like ... there#I'm so serious tho when I say I really want IWTV to go in the direction of 'vampires all dealing with their shit and breaking generational#cycles of abuse' because THATS so IT too me. That's the juice tbh.#because a thing with immortality is that you can't partition away from dealing with shit through knowing you or someone is going to die#You have to confront it you're forced to or else its just FOREVER literally going to be there#Louis (or really Claudia) being the first to really confront that (chef kiss)#which is an interesting thing to depict because technically we all carry the burden of eternity w/in us. Our impact on the world lasts and#what violence we allow in the world without fighting or working against it will never change either.#We have to confront the truth and find reconciliation with all of it or it is just without end there is no bottom to it#theres a lot of discussion on it but I think Louis considers himself a survivor. He's lived to this point and will keep living.#He probably cares too much about the why he ends up a victim (the undealt with shit he can't blame them for) to admit otherwise that he is#Too an extent too he cares and loves the people he's been with to really view it that way. But also this survivor perspective is very#'immortality' accepting. Naming a victim sort of is like naming a kind of death that can't go on from there.#Might make these tags into their own post at some point
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Mass attack from the end of Artfight this year that I didn’t get a chance to actually upload to the site due to traffic, I had been waiting for a mod response on whether or not there was a way to get it up to post it here, and now I finally am! This took me the latter two weeks of the fight and I finished it an hour before the fight ended! The image file was actually even too large for tumblr so I had to shrink it in order to post, it’s so massive!
Even though it’s disappointing that I couldn’t upload it as an actual attack (28 characters, mostly fullbodies, with a full scene bg and at least partial shading, if not technically full would have been SO many points, gah!) it was still so fun to make and I learned a lot in doing so!
I can’t wait for next year’s fight!
Tag list (and artfight usernames of those not on tumblr) under the cut:
@como-draws
@alien-bottle
@coleheinous
@lexezombie
@gizmo-parade
@CleoRockstar
@irlmumrik
@spacey-jazz
@sukaridragon
@galacticdani
@oufrelou
@8ontheclock
Non-tumblr users:
SmolderingMoss on artfight
AngelAndTerry on artfight
sealdeer on artfight
MangoTea on artfight
SirPiwch on artfight
#my art#my attacks#artfight#artfight 2024#team Seafoam#mass attack#other’s ocs#alright gotta tag names for each of these guys here we go#ohh shit ones the same name as a h*zbin character… fuckkk uh I’m gonna add users to them actually#Hemrik SirPiwch#Appelsiini alien-bottle#Pretzel alien-bottle#Venla alien-bottle#Tuuli coleheinous#Lyric Lexezombie#Mimzy gizmo-parade#Dotadelle MangoTea#Twig sealdeer#The Messanger CleoRockstar#Parsnip irlmumrik#Citronella irlmumrik#<- wanted to specify I went with her snork design becuase I thought the horns were so cute! Plus I had too many that looked human-adjacent-#-and needed more Creatures to balance that out#Lady Raamin Spacey-jazz#Korvat AngelAndTerry#Moos AngelAndTerry#Taimi sukaridragon#Muria SmolderingMoss#Fliss galacticdani#Marvill oufrelou
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I kinda hopped into the dc fandom by reading fics (I know I know lmao)
But as I've read more comics and looked into different characterization and analysis I now have a more developed idea as to how I view a lot of the characters and have preferences to how their written. I'm def the type to click out a fic if I find myself thinking 'he would not fucking say that'
Anyway this is just to say it's very funny to me when I go thru some of the fics I bookmarked at the begining of my interest and find myself going Uh Oh! I don't think I can read this anymore!
#dc#dc comics#batverse#batfam#i do feel like i see too much beef and negativity abiut this kinda thing#i prefer to be a#i curate my own internet space#type of guy#but also i get it when your looking for fan content and so much of it is like 😭#an interpretation you hate#anyway this is probs obvious but mostly about the robins#like tim is probs one of my fave robins#but people go too hard on the whump for my personal taste#esp when it feels a bit of a disservice to the other characters#give me nuance i love nuance!#of course- fanfic is free and it is also free to not read it so to be clear o dont actually give a shit what people write#be free#go write that ooc chat fic life is short do whats fun#thinkin these thoughts at a party where i only know my dad and my dads friend LOL#wait i have more thoughts- ALSO#it really is funny to me#to be like. wow. i loved this fic#i thought it was SO GOOD#And to be holding that thought and perspective in my head#while also being like. ooph.#picking apart all the problems i have with it now#and like how. maybe id still like it if i just pretend they're ocs?#i can sometimes do that- but not always because i often go to fic for a specific dynamic#and i get really frustrated when i gotta be like. who the fuck is this guy its not the one with their name in the tags#i can sometimes tho
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OKAY im posting this crappy wip kubosai one-shot because ive been lagging severely on writing... sorry if its cringe, its completely unedited rn</3
this is roughly 1800 words.. the actual wip is about 4000 LOL but i skipped a couple parts so this is about half the wip i guess..
Kusuo was sitting at his desk with his legs curled to his chest, glaring at nothing, when his phone dinged next to him. Already not in the best mood, he sneered as his eyes snapped over to the device. The noise had disturbed one of his favorite pastimes; being moody for no reason and doing nothing, and the bright light was equally disturbing. When he looked over, it also shone the time as "1:36am" which ruined his blissful unawareness of how long he'd been brooding. His unusually accurate internal clock could have told him that, really, but Kusuo would never pass up an opportunity to be mad about something stupid.
His eyes softened significantly when he caught sight of what the notification actually was. A text from contact name "Kuboyasu Aren" with no contact picture. Yeah, that was how Kusuo kept all his contacts. Super boring and super normal.
He clenched his teeth, trying to bring his anger from before back after realizing how much and how easily his mood lifted just reading his classmate's name.
His phone had gone back to a black screen before Kusuo could read the actual contents of the message, so he begrudgingly unfurled himself from his position with a heavy sigh. He planted his feet back on the floor just a bit too aggressively and swiped up his phone as he stomped over to his bed to flop himself down on it.
When he finally turned his phone back on, the notification read “3m ago” and he clicked on it.
The message read, “hey princess when u wake up do u wanna hangout ??!? could i come overrr tomorrow please”
Annoying lack and misuse of punctuation, but Kusuo has learned that this tends to be the norm in texting, especially with other teenagers. In all fairness, the way Kusuo texts isn't very conventional either. He made fun of Toritsuka’s severe overuse of emojis once, and then immediately got ganged up on by all of the self proclaimed ‘PK psychickers’ because he tends to overuse emoticons in the same way. He doesn't know how else to express himself over text, alright? He learned to text only from his mom, Akechi, and Aiura and this is just how it turned out.
And for your information, the stupid princess pet name was just some silly thing Kuboyasu had gotten in the habit of doing lately. Trust Kusuo when he says it's much more embarrassing when he says it out loud, especially at school, than when he texts it, though knowing that his name in Kuboyasu’s contacts was “My Princess :)” was probably even worse.
Anyway, Kuboyasu had clearly made the assumption that Kusuo would be sleeping at this hour. Well, usually he would be. Kusuo LOVES getting his sleep in, but he just so happened to have taken a very long nap earlier that day, so he had a late dinner, and subsequently a late dessert. So, his usually abnormally fast metabolism hadn't quite been rid of all the sugar and caffeine he'd consumed not long ago. A series of unfortunate events, really, which culminated in him not being tired enough to sleep yet. At least he got to get in his usual ‘angrily staring at nothing for no reason’ time that he accidentally skipped because of his nap, although that did just get interrupted too.
So finally, he responded to Kuboyasu with, “I'm awake. (-.-;) Sure, I guess.”
Kuboyasu read the message and began typing unnervingly quickly after it was sent. “really ?!?!? also y r u awake lol i thought u would be asleep hours ago”
The poor guy probably wasn't expecting him to say yes immediately. Kusuo usually would argue about it for a bit before giving in to the teasing and pleading of his self proclaimed friends. It was way too late (/early) to play that game right now though, he knew he would just say yes in the end anyway. It had nothing to do with him actually wanting to see the dumb former punk who he had been unusually close with lately.
The taller boy just GOT him in a way other people never did. His undying loyalty and honesty was a refreshing contrast from many of the other people the psychic was often forced to be around. Loyal, honest, strong, romantic, protective. Not that those last few things affected the way he interacted with Kusuo or anything…
Kusuo replied again, “Yes. And I usually would be, but… too much caffeine. ( ̄^ ̄)”
Another quick response, “lol thats totally something u would do.. since ur up, r u down to call right now ?”
“To call? It's almost 2am. ಠ_ಠ Why are YOU awake anyway?”
“lol i know i know but im so bored… i just cant sleep.. we can be quiet on the call, but id like to hear ur voice right now :)”
Good grief, ew. How disgusting. “Hm… okay. ∩(。-_-。)∩”
(Don't you dare ask Kusuo why his internal monologue is so different from what he actually replies with. It's definitely not because he's an unreliable narrator who doesn't want to admit to himself or anyone that he actually wants to talk to a boy. Why would that be the case? Don't be dumb.)
Kusuo forgot to turn his ringer off before Kuboyasu could call him, so despite entirely expecting the phone call, the loud ringing startled him into dropping his phone on his face. How embarrassing, all-powerful psychic drops his phone on his face at almost 2am.
He scrambled to pick it back up and answer it so that the noise wouldn't wake up his parents. It would be really easy for him to just lull them back to sleep with his telepathy the second they wake up, but it would be inconvenient and his dad might complain in the morning. About either remembering waking up or just about not getting a good night’s sleep.
He finally clicked the answer button, luckily before his parents could wake up, and held back a sigh as he held the phone up to his ear.
“Hey, princess!” Kuboyasu was speaking in a whisper yell, probably also a room away from his sleeping parents.
“Hello.” He tried to speak in a way that wouldn't give away the fact that he was recovering from a smack to the face. Phone calls were a bit awkward for Kusuo, since microphones didn't pick up on his telepathy so he had to use his actual voice to speak over the phone. He always just hoped people wouldn't notice the extra rasp to his voice, but the late hour might work in his favor in this situation.
“So what have you been up to?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? Up at 2 am and you're just sitting there, doing nothing?”
“Yes, that's exactly what I've been doing. What else is there to do at 2am?”
“Well, I've been making the most of MY time, personally.”
“And how have you been doing that, exactly?”
“Thinkin’ about you.”
“...”
“...”
“... *snort*” Okay, how could that NOT make him laugh? He took the phone slightly away from his face and laughed into his hand.
“What?? It's true!” The idiot couldn't hold back his laughter either.
“Yeah, yeah, okay… whatever, you're such a pain…”
“Yeah? Am I?”
“Yes.”
“And yet, you're here talking to me at 2 am just because I asked you to? Admit it, you love it.”
“Tch. You really need to get over yourself, you know that?”
“Well. Humor me for a bit longer, will you?”
“You're desperate.”
“For you.”
Kusuo muttered into his hand, “Oh my god.”
“I wish I could see your face right now, I know you're blushing.”
“Yeah, right. Not like you can prove that.”
“You want me to?”
“What do you mean?”
“You want me to come over there and check?”
Kusuo could hear the smirk in Kuboyasu’s voice. The jerk knew Kusuo couldn't say no to him. They both knew this game. Kusuo would deny him just for show, even though they both know he wants to say yes, and Kuboyasu would tease the truth out of him. Well, fine. Kusuo could play this game.
“You want to sneak out of your house and into mine at 2am just so you can check how successful your teasing is?”
“Mhm. Not just that, I would do anything to see my pretty princess’ face right now. I'm bored, you're bored, the only solution is for the knight to rescue the princess from this ailment, obviously.”
“You're an idiot.”
“You want to see me, I know it.” And he did. Kusuo could hear shuffling over the phone. That asshole was probably already putting his shoes on, knowing Kusuo would say yes. “What, you scared to prove me right? You don't want me to see your pretty pink face right now?”
… Kuboyasu was good at this game. He knows that husky voice is fucking irresistible. To Kusuo, at least. “... Okay, okay. Only so I can prove you WRONG.”
He knew Kuboyasu was smiling, but then the mood settled a bit. “You serious, Saiki? I know I'm messing with you, but I won't pressure you if you don't wanna sneak me in. I mean, that's kinda a lot to ask now that I'm thinkin’ about it. I really wanna see you, but I wouldn't make you do that.”
“Yeah, yeah, shut up, I've already made up my mind. Are YOU sure? You realize how late and dark it is, yeah? You can't just stroll the streets at 2 am, you're gonna get hurt.”
“Awee, you worried about me, princess? No need, your knight in shining armor can protect himself just fine.”
"... Fine. Just stay on the phone with me."
"Hm? While I walk?"
He figured Kuboyasu wouldn't want to have a conversation over the phone in favor of paying attention to his surroundings, but... Kusuo couldn't help but be nervous about his friend's safety at this hour. He just wanted to make sure he was fine the whole walk.
"We don't have to talk, just... stay on the phone with me..."
Kuboyasu snorted. "What, you gonna miss me in those, what, ten whole minutes?"
Kusuo scoffed quietly. "Don't be so full of yourself. I'm just making sure you don't trip and fall or something at 2am on the way to my house. Wouldn't want the blame to fall back on me." He somehow still managed to convey snark in his almost monotone voice despite his whisper.
Kuboyasu chuckled softly, as he snarked back teasingly, "You know I can take care of myself. Can't believe you're still worried about me~."
Kusuo did know that. It didn't change anything. And he WASN'T worried, he just knew that his various nuisances tended to get into trouble when he wasn't there to monitor them. He was always getting them out of trouble even in broad daylight, so there was absolutely no reason to think that walking alone in the middle of the night would prove to be an exception.
"Just shut up and don't hang up, alright?"
He heard the quiet creak of a door closing and shutting, barely drowning out Kuboyasu’s attempt at muffling his laughter. "Alright, sweet boy. I'm right here."
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EWWWW CRINGEE EW THEY HAVE COOTIES
#this is so cringe its crazy#maybe a little ooc idk u cant judge its totally unedited#im also not going to read it before i post this so last time i reas this part was like a week ago um hope its not too embarrassing#kubosai featuring kuboyasus shit fuckin rizz#i hate him#(lying)#also i dont have a title for this#but my other wips are named after mitski songs lol#gotta follow the pattern#saiki k#tdlosk#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo#kuboyasu aren#kubosai#meows post#meow writes#<-idk if ill ever use that tag again but im putting it here so this doesnt get buried
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curse these wretched organs vro what the Fuck man !!!!!!!
#hes on his boyeriod#no one look at him#i love 3rd personing myself hhaha#YEEOWTCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#if i stop posting for a week uhhh tell mick thomson i love her cause i probably died#bro thought i was newgen to escape woodstock 99 🤫🧏♂️#fuck my stupid baka life#this is so sick and twisted#sick and twisted#my entire spinal cord is in excruciatingly agonizing pain but that's nothin compared to literally everything else#fuck it we ball#i justr. gotta keep on roulen.....ough..#slipknot yuri save me#stanley is a crazy insane butch and stanford is just a transgender acearo autism man#the oeriod it's making me see things more clearly this shtits makin me hsve a fuckimg EPIPHANY got DAMN IS IT PAINFUL BRO AAAUGHHGJ#should I just post the words instead of putting everything in the tags am i tumblring wrong#oh my jod vro#oh.my glizzy#Dave I am so litty off this fire zaza you gave me#<==quote from a Dirk Strider ms doodle thing by someone else I literally JUST saw it I'll make sure you see the post too#FUCK#ok byebye gang#i love you vro. ❤️#I should prooobably make a tag for when I do shit like this ok fuck wai t#hmmm yapper tag what do i name it hrmm thinks really really hard#st3r1l3s YAPPIN..#Sssssssigan viendo...#ok bye fo rilly this time vro. ❤️
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Your feelings have been living for a millennium.
BONUS !!! he eated the buttered fly.
#i got lazy and used the built in csp rose brush#i am not drawing roses#fuck you#anyways#frances moves their wrist what will they do#wilson percival higgsbury#wilson p higgsbury#wilson dst#how many times do we gotta tag your name old man#dont starve#dont starve together#fuckig#dstblr we have got to settle on one tag we cant keep living like this#living millenium#iyowa my beloved#my interests have met like the titanic to the iceberg#but instead of the titanic its a weird indie game from over a decade ago#and instead of a iceberg its vocaloid#fuck what iwas i doing#right yeah tagging this shit#did u know i spent like 3 days on this on and off#its giving (sparkles emoji) untreated adhd#sorry if i drew wilson too twinkish i dont do it on purpose#fucki just remembered i work tomorrow#FUCK i shouldve added the eye like the florid postern has#whatever im not gonna stare at this any longer#i already dont like it anymore#guards remove it from my line of Sight
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ダミアン
#heueuhehe this is my stupid ass fucking persona i hate her#shes supposed to look like me but naw she looks like how i wanna look BUYDWEUBE#or maybe because im ugly as fuck irl😢#oc art#moe#moe art#kawaiicore#kawaii#oc#ocs#lil doodle#doodle#doodles#idk what to tag so i gotta ad many shit because i hate no tags#it just looks too distracting with no tags💀#art#doll#mannequin#idk shes a mannequin#her name is on the title (damian🏎️🏎️ i hate myself)#UEUEUE SHE HAS THE FUCKIJG CEDDIE THE LIL PRINCE HAIRCUT I FUCKING HATE MY HAIR SO MUCH#MY MOM LITERALLY ASKED A BARBER TO MAKE MY HAIR LOOK LIKR THAT😡😡 wa at least i don’t got blonde hair BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE WORSE#digitl art#my art#oc artwork#????#cutecore#my sona#my persona#Damian Himari
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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
someone fucked up and led me into their backrooms which is a long preface to say that this has resulted in having a goddamn
TMNT x Gargoyles x Ghostwriter x Spiderman
fucking mega-fuck-my-carpal-tunnel-i-guess crossover comic one shot and there's vaguely an idea of an antagonist to thwart.
...but mostly I wanted to draw them arguing which bodega has the best chopped cheese and for Donnie, Lex, and Ghoswriter to be chatting over ICQ on their li'l Compaqs and IBMs
let my brainguts rest, i beg on my knees
#i'm not gonna name names for my brain being on permanent NYOOM mode#just that I guess I gotta be#a grown bitch and do my laundry#but only in the morning brah#cuz i'm such a king-sized enthusiast#i am drowning in AUs#don't look at my fucking Fashion school reject outfits for tychou's Tank Girl AU#it's so many clothes and accessories to try#i am NYOOMING y'all#well over the speed limit in my snackomatic greased lightning#nvm the AU my dumbass made that's just for that same purpose#god do I really need to make ANOTHER tmnt sideblog for this shit#i already have fucking two of them#tHiS wAs sUPPosED 2 B mY ArT bLoG (general)#living in a nest of my own lies made to myself#dontlookatme#this is for the tag readers but wouldn't a crossover with Mummies Alive be dope too? teehee#iykyk#give me UBI so I can do this shit w/o worrying over bills and fuck else
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changing my internet name, but mutuals/anyone I've already talked to who knows my irl name can keep using that. trying out xena for now under the philosophy of 'you can do whatever you want forever' but I might change it later
#random decision as im falling asleep . lets see if it lasts#i still like *** as my name i just want to separate internet and irl more as i get closer to being a real person#im too tired to check if this makes sense. if u have a question just message me#ah shit i gotta change my tags now#xena.txt
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I wonder how many tags i can add on to this
#there must be SOME kind of a limit otherwise posts would get suuuuuuper duper long like is it just 30?#idk but i'm going to find out by simply maxxing out the character limit for each tag and finding out the limit of tags for each post lololo#this is gonna be great. i just have to remember to type without ever using the comma. it shouldn't be too hard right? fuck i almost typed#the comma i'm already bad at this smh my head. also if your still here i commend you. you have a better attention span than i do.#i'm already starting to get bored holy shit this is not happening. i gotta power through this. FOR SCIENCEEEEEEEEEE. or somethinggggggggggg#but fr idk what else to say. maybe just saying that i don't know what to say will be good enough? but does that even count?#I don't even know anymore. ffffffffuck. this is gonna be a while huh? also holy shit if you're still here omg u deserve like. a prize or#something because u definitely didn't have to stay and read all of this bull shit. lololol i typed out bs but decided to just spell the who#thing out just to make it go by faster. i'm so lazy. this is only the nineth tag HOW will i make it to 30. i am sobbing the adhd is adhding#very hard rn. are you still here? bruh this is insane. i have somehow managed to keep ur attention this long and it's just me spouting#absolute balderdash. wait do you know what balderdash even means? i don't care if you do already i'm gonna tell you anyway. balderdash is#basically just another word for nonsense. boom. you learned something new today. balderdash equals nonsense equals this damn post.#why did i decide to do this in the first place. it was a dumb idea. i don't know if i can even keep going. this is only the *counts tags*#it's the 14th tag. we've got a long way to go boys. men. soldiers. comrads. friends. besties peeps. marshmallows.#where was i going with this? oh yeah. trying to max out the limit for tags. dang i almost typed a comma there. i haven't done that since#i think the third or fourth tag. dang that feels like such a long time ago. not for you guys probably. it feels longer because i have to li#type it all out and stuff. so it's definitely gonna feel longer for me. are you still here? good lord don't you have better things to#be doing than reading all of this? we're already on tag number 18. it feels like i should be on the thirtyeth by now. or however it's spell#'toast' you might be wondering 'why are you typing out the names of the numbers instead of say '9' or '5'?' well you see. young one.#this is a strategy i'm using to make each tag slightly longer. even if i don't know how to spell it. it'll make it just a little bit longer#anyway. i got off topic. not that there was ever a topic to begin with. unless it's about making this as long as i can.#which i am apparently good at doing. i guess. are you STILL here? do you seriously have nothing to do? i guess i'm flattered you stayed thi#whole time. instead of reading something else you stayed here. with me. listening to me talk. on the twenty-third tag. oh yeah its tag 23#except now it's tag twenty-four. how crazy is that. this little talk is almost over. only 6 tags away if memory serves right. this's strang#i kind of don't want this to end. but i know it should. after all there is a limit. but all things must come to and end at some point i gue#i'm running out of things to say. it's probably a good thing it's almost over. hahahahah............... but i don't want to go. i don't wan#to leave this post. i've worked so hard on it. and for what. just for it to end. are you still here? yes? good. i'd hate to end this alone.#thank you for indulging me and my craziness. the end is only 2 tags away now. you can go ahead and leave. i'll be okay on my own. really...#...you're still here? i- i don't know what to say. i suppose a toast is in order. perhaps. for this journey. this stupid dumb post i though#would be fun. i'll make it short. it's the last tag after all. this was fun. but i will never do it again. so long as a i live. i'll miss y
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I just realized I have two irish vampire characters and I've never drawn them together...... I must amend this
#original#tiernan#keeley#eyetooth#eyeverse#gotta draw tiernan and keeley together and also angelo and matteo#OH SHIT their partners are both italian too..... damn#my guys tag#(side note. I might change keeley's name to something in gaeilge. something closer to caollaidhe perhaps)
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having a blog i constantly liveblog wips onto is a blessing. i could NOT find my cas lighting wip, couldnt remember what it was called. checked my blog to see what date i was posting about it. sorted my files by date edited. found it in 2 seconds. only file from that day.
#first folder i tried that technique in too.#man i was searching every folder i had not finding shit#then i try looking at the date and immediately its right there lol#simoleon#i gotta start tagging wip posts with the name of the package file or something i swear
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Blindfolded for the whump bingo card!
- @another-whump-sideblog
Spirals and Solitaire
Synopsis: After her capture by the heroes, Wrenna's blindfolded locked in a cell 24/7. It's lonely, so lonely, but her only friend is determined to help her, no matter what side she's on.
Content: Villain whump, hero caretaker, supervillain whumper (mentioned), solitary confinement, captivity whump, emotional/psychological whump, so much angst, also like a very, very heavy depiction of depression self loathing and suicidal ideation, happy ending though
Tagging: @whump-queen @whump-in-the-closet @soheavyaburden @turn-the-tables-on-them (thought you guys might like to read it :O)
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Day One
Wrenna lowered her head as if she were trying to avert her eyes from her nemesis. “I hate you, you know that?"
Eris could only laugh. “Do you really?” Wrenna's voice was emotionless, and from what she could see of Wrenna's face, her expression was the same. Eris could tell that there was no true malice behind her words. “Or are you only saying that because you’re supposed to?”
Wrenna tensed, cuffed hands folding into fists. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
“It’s just food for thought,” Eris replied with a gentle smile. She leaned closer, resting her arms on the table. “I don’t have anything to do today, so why don’t we chat for a bit?”
“I’m not talking,” Wrenna stated, monotone. “You can’t tie me up and strap this on my face—“ She gestured towards the blindfold she was wearing—“and expect me to agree to a friendly little chat.”
Eris shot her a sympathetic look, forgetting that Wrenna couldn't see it. “Hey, I’m sorry about that, but it’s standard safety procedures. You’re going to ah—have to prove that you aren’t dangerous, but once you do that, they’ll take the blindfold off!”
Wrenna flinched back. “Is that what you want from me…?”
“I don’t—I don’t want anything from you, in particular.” Eris spoke in a measured tone, words carefully chosen.
Wrenna frowned and said nothing.
Eris reached out an arm and gingerly intertwined her fingers with Wrenna's. Wrenna flinched at first, and Eris almost drew back, but Wrenna grasped her hand tightly at the last second. Eris smiled, small but genuine.
“Let’s forget about the whole heroes and villains thing for a moment, okay? You’re just a person. And I can see that you’ve been hurt… so I just want to help you. And maybe we can be friends?” Eris’s voice was hopeful.
Wrenna tilted her head. She hesitated before replying in a low whisper. “I guess I’ll humor you for a little bit.”
Day Eleven
Soft ticking reverberated around the cell. For some goddamn reason, there was a clock in here somewhere. Not that it mattered. She couldn't see it anyways.
God, what she'd give to see a clock.
She wished for a lot of things, but right now, she wished for this the most. Honestly, she just wanted to know how much time had passed. Life was always lonely and terrifying, but now it was boring too.
At the very least, she'd like to be able to count the hours she'd spent in this cell.
She was lying on the floor, and she wondered what the ceiling looked like. Her vision was entirely obscured by jet-black cloth. Getting around was awkward now, but it wasn't like she was going anywhere. The cell was maybe a few paces wide, from what she could tell.
But the worst part—the part that made Wrenna want to hide under the bed or scream and rip through everything and everyone—was that the blindfold stopped her from using her telekinesis. It was fucking stupid—just a piece of fabric that she couldn't get off, and it had all been taken away from her.
She had never been this powerless before.
If she didn't have anything before, she truly had nothing now.
Her mind raced and her heart drummed loudly in her chest. She tensed, turning as still as a statue. Why? Why must this happen?
Actually, there was no point in asking. She knew why. Because she was a villain. Because she was dangerous.
Did they know that if she could, she would go back in time and erase all her mistakes? Choose to never hurt those people, to never commit those crimes, to never do the shit that landed her here.
But she was a coward who let herself be fully under Móirín's thumb.
Maybe she deserved this. Maybe she deserved to be here.
No, it wasn't a maybe, it was a yes.
Day Twenty-Six
Eris had begun to make a habit of visiting Wrenna. It was something she was quite grateful for. Eris was…somewhere, rambling about a book she had recently read, and Wrenna was sitting on the bed, her worries causing her to half-tune Eris out.
"And like, at the end, the trio hops onto the dragon, and they have to fly through a bunch of storm clouds to get to the Dark Lord's castle, and—hey, Wrenna?"
The abrupt stop made Wrenna jerk her head up. "Um, yeah?"
"Are you doing okay?
After some hesitation, Wrenna answered, "I…yeah, sure, I guess." God, she didn't even sound convincing to herself.
She heard Eris's footsteps walking closer to her. It unnerved her slightly, not knowing exactly where Eris was. A hand touched her shoulder, causing her to jump in surprise.
"Oh—sorry about that, my bad!" Eris exclaimed. "I just—I just wanted to let you know, I'm here for you, if you ever want to talk about anything."
Wrenna sighed and slumped over, running the words she wanted to say over and over again in her mind. The phrase was simple, but the delivery could be everything.
Finally, she simply stated, "I want to get out of here."
Eris didn't respond immediately. "You remember the offer, don't you?" she commented.
"Yes, and I've told you before, I'm not joining the heroes."
"Wrenna, it'd be for the best, you'd be safe, and you'd prove to everyone you've changed—"
"I have changed," Wrenna interrupted. "I'm not going to fight for anyone but myself, no matter how much they try to make me." She'd made that mistake with Móirín already. She wouldn't make it again.
Eris sighed. "Alright. But maybe think about it a little more."
The room went quiet, and the silence was deafening.
It was Wrenna who broke it. "I…I haven't read a lot of books, but the one you were talking about sounds great…can I hear more about it?"
"Sure!" Eris chirped, and Wrenna imagined that she was smiling.
Day Forty-One
To keep herself from going any more insane than she already was, Wrenna had invented a few little games for herself.
There was the "Guess That Noise!" game, which was always a little treat. Sometimes there'd be a humming sound, or a crash, or the sound of something zipping by. Usually, the sources seemed to be mundane. The whir of a vent. Someone dropping something heavy upstairs. An annoying, evil mosquito. Sometimes she could make out the faint sounds of cars in the distance.
Lately, she'd added another part to this game, where she made up a story behind the sound that was much more fun. An electric field about to zap something. A piano falling from a window. A wedding cake toppling over. A murder—no, not a murder. Not that. She didn't want to think about that.
It was usually an interesting game, but she couldn't do it all the time. Wrenna had other things to occupy herself, though.
She also had the drawing game, which mostly consisted of lying on her stomach on the floor and making scratches on the cold linoleum floor. She couldn't exactly see what she was drawing, but she could imagine it might look like something a feral animal would make. Or maybe it wasn't visible at all.
Wrenna had no way to tell if she was scratching hard enough, but one day, she noticed warm liquid running down her fingertips. When she ventured to sample it, it tasted like a drop of copper on her tongue. So she knew that she'd probably made some type of mark, even if it was just bloodstains.
And there was one final game as well. Wrenna didn't particularly like playing this one, but she couldn't stop herself from doing it. It didn't have a name. It simply consisted of trying to get the restraints off.
The handcuffs had a generous chain and left her hands in the front, but they were still weighty, awkward, and uncomfortable. They had a rough texture that was a little soft when poked—Wrenna guessed it was leather padding, and as far she could tell with her hands, there wasn't a lock she could pick or break.
And she constantly found herself fiddling with the blindfold, but the damn thing had so many straps and even a fucking lock. Wrenna couldn't get it off, and yet she was still constantly trying. Where the hell did the heroes even get something like this?
Even with all these little activities, there was too much time in the day—or night? She couldn't tell anymore—to think. To ponder over all her mistakes and failures. Why did you do this? Why have you ended up here? Why, why couldn't you have just never been born?
More often than not, the blindfold was damp with tears.
Day Fifty-Two
Eris was back again. Back for another little conversation about the smallest things, heart-to-hearts that meant so much to Wrenna. Eris was standing by the door, and the two had been conversing for what felt like hours.
"Really? You never had any stuffed animals as a kid?" Eris asked her, incredulous.
Wrenna shook her head in response. In the back of her mind, she wondered how many times Eris made these kinds of gestures that she was just unable to see.
"We've got to fix that! I'm getting you a plushie. What's your favorite animal?" Eris's voice was suddenly much more animated and excited.
Wrenna felt her cheeks become hot, and she cracked a nervous smile. "Aww, you don't have to do that for me."
"But I will," Eris promised. "It's really nothing, and plushies are so important."
"Um…I like canaries a lot," Wrenna said in a soft voice.
"A canary plush it is then!" Eris confirmed.
She paced for a bit before sitting down on the floor, next to the cot that Wrenna was sitting on.
"I still can't believe you didn't have any plushies as a kid," Eris commented, voice a little sad.
Wrenna frowned. "If I had any stuffed animals, Móirín would have probably taken them away eventually," she mused.
"God, that's fucked," Eris murmured, giving Wrenna's hand a soft squeeze.
Wrenna shrugged. "It's fine. Not the worst thing she did by a long shot."
Eris was silent for a while, and Wrenna wondered what she was doing.
"Do you need to talk about it…?" Eris finally offered.
Wrenna opened her lips, and mouthed a few syllables, trying to figure out the right answer, how to phrase things. "I…"
She honestly did want to talk about it. But the prospect of telling someone was frankly terrifying. Her entire life with Móirín was an exercise in learning how to be quiet, how it was better to scream and sob than spill any information at all.
"It's…I don't know. It was a lot." Wrenna said carefully, tone kept measured and even. "I never wanted to be a villain, you know… But Móirín wanted it. And well, she won." Móirín had always made it known to Wrenna that she owed her. So Wrenna followed her orders, and paid the price when she didn't.
She shrugged. She didn't know what else to do.
She felt a supportive pat on her shoulder. From Eris, probably.
"Wow, that should have never happened to you…" Eris remarked. "But hey. You can be whatever you want to be. You're safe now. I promise that to you."
Her voice was so kind, so sweet and gentle, that at least for the moment, Wrenna truly believed she could trust Eris.
Day Sixty-Seven
Eris was the only thing Wrenna looked forward to, now. She was the only person Wrenna ever talked to—maybe no one else cared to talk to her, maybe she was just appointed—whatever, Wrenna didn't care. She just wanted to hear someone's voice.
And maybe, one day, see Eris's face.
But Wrenna had gotten used to the darkness, and she was starting to doubt if she'd ever see anything again.
As she stroked the little canary plush in her hands, Wrenna racked her mind, trying to think of something to say to her only friend. But her list of conversation topics was starting to dry up. She'd already told Eris everything. About the things she once saw and liked to do, about the secret hobbies she hid from Móirín, and Móirín's plans, their location and secret hideouts, and about the people who worked with them, too. She'd even told Eris about some of her regrets.
Nothing was off the table. And she didn't care if she was spilling valuable information anymore. She'd be happy if everything blew up in Móirín's face.
"Wrenna…?"
She turned her head in the direction of Eris's voice. Oh god. She was going to leave. Wrenna had nothing to say, and now Eris was just going to go. She was too boring. Everything was boring. Wrenna had nothing to do and that was so boring which had made her boring and Eris was going to lose interest, maybe she wouldn't come back—
Eris's voice interrupted her spiraling thoughts. "Um. You look pretty deep in thought. What'cha thinking about?"
Wrenna turned her head away. "I…" She could tell Eris. Eris treated her kindly. Eris always had soft, gentle words to say. She felt almost trustworthy, even.
Tears started streaming down Wrenna's face. Fuck. Fuck. Not now.
"I-I just…" Wrenna's voice cracked, and she buried her face in her hands. "I can't do this anymore!"
"Hey, hey," Eris soothed. Wrenna heard the bed creak and felt Eris's arms wrap around her, and she felt just a little more safe and secure. "It's okay, let it out…wanna talk about it, more?"
"I think—I think I'm losing my mind—oh god, how long have I even been in here?" Wrenna croaked.
"It's been, um, it's been a while," Eris murmured.
Wrenna leaned on Eris's shoulder, melting into the hug. "Please—I have to get out. Can you get me—can you get me out of here?" she whispered to Eris, every few words punctuated with a sob of utter longing.
"I…I'm sorry, but I can't. Not unless you, you join us," Eris mumbled in reply, sounding disappointed in herself.
"Oh," Wrenna sighed, defeated.
I think I'd rather die.
Day Eighty
Even though she couldn't see, Wrenna now knew the cell like the back of her hand.
Her reference was the wall where the ticking noise came from, the one that the clock was mounted on. On the opposite end of the ticking was the wall with the door. Across from the door, to the right of the ticking, was her cot, layered with extra blankets and messy sheets. To the left of the ticking was the door to the bathroom.
She had probably felt the walls hundreds of times by now, circling the cell and running her hands along the smooth paint, like what she was doing now. As far as she could tell, there weren't any bugs, though she didn't doubt that there was a camera somewhere out of her reach.
Lately, she had invented a new game. It was a bit morbid, and sometimes she wondered if she really should be playing it, but she had nothing else better to do.
It was a straightforward game—she'd find an object, feel it, and let her mind wander, thinking about ways she could use it to kill herself. Sometimes her ideas could be horribly creative, but none of them were particularly easy or painless.
Still, maybe she'd actually do it one day. Any other ending was starting to seem like a dream and an impossibility. There was nothing but her and the darkness and her stupid fucking brain and the cell that she couldn't see.
Wrenna leaned against the wall, then sunk to the floor, and sighed. There still wasn't anything to do. The cell was practically barren and empty. It was probably that way for a reason. Maybe it was empty to give the inmates fewer opportunities to kill themselves. Or maybe it was because they didn't deserve any better.
If she died here, she would die a prisoner. Which was depressing, considering that she had been one all her life. But it felt like such a minuscule concern compared to the prospect of finally ending this horrible existence.
She wanted freedom, but she'd settle for death.
Day Ninety-Five
Wrenna was lying on the cot, tangled in her sheets. She hadn't left the bed in days, and she didn't want to, either. Her mind was filled with static that pinned her down to the cot and sapped her motivation to do anything at all.
There was a knock on the door. Probably Eris. "Yeah. Come in." Her voice was tinged with a permanent sadness now, hopelessness bleeding through her words.
She heard the turn of the lock and the heavy cell door swinging open.
"Hey, Ren," Eris greeted, in that sweet voice that sounded like calm ocean waves.
"Hey…stay here for a while, please?" Wrenna had nothing to talk about. And yet she still wanted to be with Eris, anyways. Not that she deserved her, or any sort of friend. But if this was how Eris chose to spend her time, Wrenna wasn't about to argue.
"Of course." Eris sat down on the edge of the bed, and Wrenna shifted to give her more space. Eris clasped Wrenna's hand, and Wrenna enjoyed the warmth.
Eris started talking about a recent mission, and Wrenna truly did want to listen to every word, but it was all too easy to get sucked into her thoughts, her guilt, and her death wish.
Wrenna honestly didn't really remember what she felt guilty about anymore. She knew that she hurt people. And she recalled the moments, the twisting of a knife, the shrieks, and the sirens. But the past was starting to fade away and fall into the darkness. Now there was only the cell, the wretched, suffocating little box, in the waking hours, and Móirín's house in her nightmares.
She was nothing. This life was nothing. Every hour was just prolonging the agony. Even when Eris was there.
There was something she needed to ask Eris.
"Eris?" she softly called out.
Eris quickly responded. "Yeah?"
Wrenna took a deep breath and squeezed the plush canary underneath the blankets to prepare herself for asking. "Eris, I-I…" Her voice trembled, and she felt tears soaking into her blindfold.
"I need you to kill me," she finally imparted.
Eris was silent for a long time. "…What?" she whispered, with quiet horror.
"Please," Wrenna begged, "please, that's all I want… I feel like I'm dying in here. I can't take this anymore. Can you—can you kill me? I can't kill—I can't kill myself, so—so I'm asking you, to, to do it."
"No, Ren, god no, I can't do that. I'm not going to kill you. Oh, god. My god," Eris panicked. Wrenna heard Eris's heartbeat starting to race, matching her own.
Eris squeezed Wrenna's hand tightly. "I can't. I would never hurt you." Eris was crying now. Wrenna could hear it.
"It's okay. I'm sorry for asking," Wrenna apologized, voice quiet. She tried to hide the disappointment and strange relief that welled up inside her.
"No, no, it's—" Eris took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. I think I have to—no, I will."
"Ren, I'm going to get you out of here," she declared.
"If I join the heroes, right, I've heard it all before," Wrenna supposed with a sigh.
"No. I'm going to get you out of here regardless," Eris promised, grave determination in her voice.
Wrenna couldn't believe it. "Really?"
"Yeah. Really. God, I'm so sorry—I should have done something earlier." Eris's voice cracked with regret.
It was Wrenna's turn to clutch Eris's hand. "It's—it's okay. When do we—when do we leave?" she ventured, a spark of hope igniting in her heart.
"How about right now?" Eris offered.
Wrenna's cracked lips curled into a smile, her first in a long time. "That sounds great to me."
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AN: I had this written a while ago but I didn't find the time to edit it until recently
Hope you guys enjoy this, it's one of my longer pieces so <2
#whump#whump writing#villain whump#psychological whump#captivity whump#hero caretaker#villain whumpee#lady whump#tw suicidal ideation#my writing#oc wrenna#oc eris#god I totally forgot to tag this lmaooooo#anyways this was great to write :D#the google doc I put this in is named 'sorry wrenna'#and I think I should apologize again. I put her through too much shit#I love her tho I gotta do more stuff with her#I love this reluctant villain sadgirl okay
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interview in an hour send good vibes besties 🥺
#🧿…..#🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀….#actually a little less than an hour aaaaa I’ll leave in like 20 mins I’ve been waiting All Day impatiently#I want it to be over 💀#listen even if it doesn’t work for whatever reason. I am trying very hard to consider it practice for other interviews like even if it’s#not The Job it can be A Good Practice Run#nervous. also physically ill rn 😭 im going anyway but I feel like im gonna faint or puke can anxiety stoppp I am trying my best and I look#so cute in my little slacks. im wearing my binder too idk idk the compression feels like a comforting hug rn I need it 😭#idk what im gonna say if it’s a place that actually asks my pronouns like the only place that ever did that was walmart actually#shit place to work but their more recent inclusivity stuff is better than other local places at least#sucks they’re shit pay and shit abt unions etc etc etc#but u could put whatever the fuck u wanted on ur name tag which was awesome there was a lady called granny and no one knew her real name#and gotta say I was a huge fan of that she ruled#sanchoyorambles#on the other hand what if they don’t hire me bc of my blue hair and pronouns (my hair is actually blue so this is even better . I mean#it would suck but the jokes I could make lol)
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been catalyzing a lot lately its been very good for me so far
#abt to write a story in the tags#i came out as trans at work last week and started going by my name actually#which was sososososo scary in the moment something ive dreaded doing for a long time#last place that i was still closeted since i came out to my parents months ago#but its only been a few days and i feel soooooo good about it now#like its making me feel better abt myself outside of work too#got me thinkin abt how u GOTTA do things even if they seem hard and scary#cuz once u get past that moment shit is so good!!!!!!!!!!!!#i want my life to be goood!!!!!!!!!!!!!#and all i gotta do is make it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#WOO#been in such a horrible mental place this year so far but i rly feel like im pulling up in a big way#anyways#im a catalyst now
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