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“To whom,” Alfred rasps, pausing to clear his throat and establish his sense of decorum, “May I ask, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”
The creature stops, blinks its owlish eyes at him, and lets out a bark of laughter.
“Forgive me,” it says, still chuckling lightly, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. Alfred is suddenly struck by the feeling that this creature is not as timeless, nor as old or as wizened, as it wished to present itself. “I am making a terrible first impression. My name is Phantom, current High King of the Infinite Realms.”
Contractual Obligations by me!!!
I couldn't get the image of Ghost King Danny out of my head, so here he is!! Acrylic on canvas, and I'm so happy with it - he came out a lot better than I thought he would 😅
#danny phantom#dpxdc#ghost king danny#phanart#dpxdc big bang#dcxdp#ahhhhh here he is!!!!!!! it's king phantom ahhh!!!!!!#i didnt add his aurora halo and i feel like a fraud 😑 but it wouldnt have fit and also im very scared of adding it#and he has a massive honking stonker of a nose 🤣 sorry my boy by the time i realised i couldnt change it#this is... my first fanart#(and its of my own fic - thats bad isnt it haha)#i hope you all like it!!!! its not something i normally do but i couldnt get it out of my head#hey uh... hey.... what do i do with a 30x40 canvas of danny phantom fanart?#like. what do i do with that? is he just gonna float around my room for a while?#probably#ALSO my mum showed my dad and he said 'you did that? that's amazing' and im pretty sure thats the most amount of praise hes ever given me#which affected me way more than it should#he took a picture of it and mum was like 'he's going to show that to everyone' and i dont know how to explain to them its fanart#of a cartoon that aired 20 years ago 🤣🤣#anyway!!!!!!!! hope you all like it!!! please read the fic and then give some love to my wonderful artists#they went above and beyond for this like wwooooaaaaahhhh#art that I will never forget 🥰#love you all goodnight!!!!!
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THE CHARM SAMPLES ARE HERE YAYYY THEY CAME OUT SO GOOD
i have an interest check open if anyone would be interested in buying one of these! please only fill it out if you would seriously consider a purchase! ty <3 rbs appreciated
#dungeons and daddies#dndads#glenn close#daryll wilson#ron stampler#henry oak#dndads merch#SORRY IT TOOK LIKE 20 YEARS TO GET THESE DONE LOL#apparently i first expressed interest in making dndads charms in like feb#goddamn
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i like to think this is how the space fortress got started
#sketch#dtl#drawn to life#dtl:wilfre#dtl:click#im SORRY this is my worst vice. clickfre is the worst ship ever and i think its so funny and stupid#young wilfre stringing this poor loser along bc click will do anything he says#suggesting the council as a joke one night after the galactic jungle's mayor dies. and returning 20 years later to see HE TOOK IT SERIOUSLY#so funny to me. its hilarious#i know some people think im out of my mind for clickfre but its addicting to me. i think about them all the time because theyre so funny#like theyre doomed from the start this cant go anywhere so its like watching a burning ship trying to sail out to sea. i love it#fine and good au
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@me-lesbian-yay
Here ya go!! I think they’re so so silly so I had to draw them!!
#ale❤️noah also lives in my brain like aletyler does#mango art#tickle art#tickling#tickle#tickle community#tickles#total drama tickles#total drama tickle#Lee!alejandro#Ler!noah#sorry this took me 20 years I#I’m suffering from Tyler brain rot
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December 17 & 18 - Anniversary (Inside & Out)
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15
16 | 17 & 18 | ...
Technically Chapter Art, Link below cut:
#rottmnt#rise fanart#rise of the tmnt#rise donnie#ao3 fanfic#sorry this took me so long#and that this is so much darker than the rest of my december art#been fighting my mean little mental demons#it just be like that sometimes#exactly one year ago i started my very first fanfic#and i just had to push myself to update it no matter what#anyway... sorry dec 19 & dec 20 will be shoved together too and then i'll be back on track ;u;#if you're still reading i love you#ok bye <3#*hides from social media for the next 24 hours*#teidoodle#tei's dec23
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howl, zabimaru
bonus: here it is in two other colorways
#zabimaru#my fanart#is this...folk art?#this is a birthday present for renji because srsly who wouldn't want a linocut of their own bankai?#happy birthday renji!#i think this was more process than product but i had a pretty good time making it#sorry i couldn't decide between the colors so you get all of them#this is so awful but the purple version is actually based on RENJI'S STUPID TOQUE FROM ROLLING STAR#or at least at made it at the time that i was trying to color-correct that screenshot#i was just going thru the gradient maps that i had and was like 'oh no this looks good'#this is all digital btw#made possible by the bardotbrush art maker's club block print toolkit brushset. thank you lisa! i hope you never see this!!#i actually did take an actual block printing class once. it turned out it was less of a class and more of open studio for 3 old dudes#and as a result it took a ton of time outside of class that i didn't really expect#and i had a baby at the time and i also sucked at art then so i didn't re-enroll when it was over#point being: i think it would funny to go back and do nothing but 20-year old anime-themed block prints#you laugh but there was a big ass print someone made of totoro hanging in the room and it slapped
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it's like a decade+ later but i really am convinced that my queer lit professor had a crush on me in undergrad and really, fuck me for not realizing i was bi earlier bc i would have pounced on that.
#kat liveblogs her life#she was this little butch southern lesbian#and i was OBSESSED with her#i just was dating someone and wasn't out yet and did not realize what was going on lol#sorry this is brought to you by me reading old emails with her after seeing a tweet that made me think of the situation#she literally wrote me: 'If I don't see you later have a good day...actually have a good day regardless of whether or not I see you'#ok dawn!! i see you!! i didn't when i was 20 but i do now!!#reading these emails as a 32 year old now i am like#'ok i can see why she had me stop by her office at 1:30AM to ask if i'd skipped a meeting bc i was uncomfortable with her for some reason'#(i did not understand it in the moment but later realized she was asking if i was uncomfortable bc i thought she had a crush on me)#(and she was awkwardly trying to assure me she didn't but also reading these emails now. YES SHE DID.)#sorry if none of this makes sense lol i'm just having a 'what if' moment rn#i have so many emails with this woman from the semester i took her queer lit class and they are all!! so!! flirty!!#i was also clearly flirting and Did Not Realize It#oh no!! baby kat what are you DOING
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The Shadow Wizard of the Day is The Hooded One from Bone!
#daily shadow wizard#shadow wizard#bone the hooded one#the hooded one#idk what to tag them w/o character spoilers...ik this series is like 20 years old now but#(first time i took images of my own books for this blog i think! pics were hard to find online#sorry for the glare 😭)
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in conclusion, I want this tiny angy kitten to be forcibly cuddled, please and thank you.
#narutoposting jumpscare#sorry I went so insane tonight everyone! it's the night before my VERY LAST TEST of the year and I'm A LITTLE STRESSED OUT.#and apparently I dealt with that by writing bonkers amounts of live reactions about Gaara from Naruto.#well it was going to happen sooner or later and I'm glad I had a spiritual breakthrough about it sldkfjsldkfjskldfjkjfl#this episode was supposed to take 20 minutes and it took *checks notes* like an hour
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YWDaC: Turns Out, Forever Is a Long Time
Ayo we have FINALLY arrived at the end of Castys's lil pirate misadventure I hope you have enjoyed all of the delicious lore
←Previous - Castys Masterlist
Ingredients: storm at sea activity, mentioned stabbing, suicide for "convenience" (it's not quite the usual level of he doesn't care but it's still not like bro wants to die yk), a little self harm (once again, out of practicality)
What Castys really wanted was to have something for breakfast, but responsibilities came first, so here he was, delivering a message that he could have ordered anyone else to relay, just so he could go back belowdecks and hopefully grab something on the way back, which made him wonder if he should have been given responsibilities in the first place, but oh well, he didn’t put himself in charge. Now, to get this done so he could eat. Castys knocked on the door in front of him, and upon hearing a noise that sounded like a word, he entered. Captain Izogie was sitting with her shirt partially off and her back to him, exposing the bold patterns of white fire ink curling around her dark shoulders. Alfyn was standing behind her with his hands on her bare back, clearly concentrating. It was a sight he’d seen before, but he always felt a little awkward stumbling upon it.
“Uh, sorry, didn’t realize it was woman magic day.”
Izogie laughed a little as she turned her head to look at him. “Is that what you lot call it?”
“Less of a mouthful than whatever Alfyn says.”
Alfyn just sighed. “Estrogen production stimulation?”
Castys nodded. “Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. Anyway, Captain, just thought I’d let you know the sunrise is red this morning, and given the clouds now, we’re all pretty sure it’s gonna storm. And yes,” Castys held up a hand, “preparations are already underway. Just wanted you to be aware.”
Alfyn, finished with Izogie’s treatment, stepped back. “In that case, I have a few things to secure in the med bay. If you’ll excuse me, Captain.”
Izogie nodded as she buttoned her shirt. “Thank you, Alfyn, you’re excused.” He gave Castys a smile as he left. “Thank you as well, Castys.” She gave him a thoughtful look as she pulled her coat on and stood up. “You know, when you first arrived, I wasn’t sure if you were going to last here, but here you are, my first mate, of all things. You’ve grown quite a bit.”
Castys rolled his eyes and smiled, leaning against the doorframe. “Well, yeah, a scared tied up kid rarely looks like he’s gonna amount to anything. And it took you a few years to get that mouth off of me,” he laughed.
“You say that like it’s gone completely,” Izogie said with a glint in her eye, coming up to stand in front of Castys. Despite more than a decade passing, she still towered over Castys, the passage of time only showing in the lines on her face and the gray streaking her hair. He hadn’t grown any taller, but he’d at least gained some muscle and quite a few scars, which was well within the realm of expectation for being a pirate. “Well then, let’s go help out, Castys. This isn’t our first storm, and we need to make sure it won’t be our last.”
“I’d prefer to go down to a sea monster, at least. And I can’t imagine anything short of a hurricane taking you, Captain.”
“I’d like to see one try.”
The storm that night certainly did.
The rain came down in sheets, driven to needlepoints by the harsh winds. It was more difficult than ever to hear the shouts of the crew as reports and orders were passed around, and Castys’s throat was raw from relaying directions to the men at the helm. He was glad for the storm sails, because even though they hadn’t had time to put all of them up, they were still making good progress through the crashing waves. At least, he hoped so.
The ship’s bow pierced through another wall of water, and it was all Castys could do to stay on his feet, holding tight to the rope tied around his waist. Shit, one of the men at the helm had collapsed, and there was no one else to take his place. Castys ran up, grabbing the wheel alongside the others as he continued to keep an eye on the angle of the bow and the oncoming waves. It was fine, he could keep this up even as his arms burned from the strain, the hairs that had escaped from his ponytail blowing in his eyes and sticking to his face, making it even harder to see, the ever-louder thunder overhead drowning out the sound of his own voice. Didn’t matter if things were only getting worse, they had to keep-
CRACK
Everything was too loud, or maybe too quiet, roaring and buzzing, he was pressed up against the soaking wood of the deck and there was a ball of dense, sharp agony buried in his chest, making it hard to breathe, he kept coughing, couldn’t stand, couldn’t see, the blackness was coming, fading in and out, and all of a sudden he was belowdecks, blood and rain puddling around him, hands on his chest, pulling up his shirt, the words muffled, his chin moved up, Alfyn’s eyes were gray and full of fear, he hadn’t seen that expression before, or maybe he had, and maybe he was going to die, here, because of the storm, because he couldn’t breathe, time was up, that was it, those thirty-four years were over and done he wasn’t getting that time back no more tries he was satisfied with that right he had to be he couldn’t have any regrets because he wasn’t supposed to but it would have been nice if…if…
Castys woke up to a vast expanse of yellowish-white, which was not the color he expected the afterlife to be. Upon further inspection, though, it turned out that it was just a sheet over his head. After tossing it off and sitting up, he was greeted by a shrill scream that should have come from a young girl but actually came from Alfyn.
“Chill, dude, you shouldn’t have put that over me if you’d healed me.” Castys narrowed his eyes a bit as he talked. Did his voice always sound like that? Maybe whatever injuries he’d had had damaged his hearing or something. He wasn’t in any pain now, though, so that was good.
“C-Castys you-you’re-how are you-” Alfyn ran over, nearly tackling Castys as he pulled up his tattered shirt to reveal a rather bloodstained but otherwise perfectly fine torso. Castys gave him a weird look, leaning away.
“Uh, you’re the one who fixed whatever it was, weren’t you?” He brushed his wet hair off of his face as he stared down at himself. Why the fuck did he grow his hair out, again? It was annoying as hell like this.
Alfyn shook his head in disbelief. “I didn’t heal you, Castys. You-you were…both of your lungs had collapsed and I-I couldn’t fix it but-” He looked Castys in the eye, frowning. “You…you look different. Younger.” He ran a hand over Castys’s ribs, and Castys was very glad that he was more than used to the medic touching his bare skin. “There’s no scar from what just-”
“Hey, what are you-” Castys yelped as Alfyn forced him to lean forward, pulling up his shirt even more to expose his back.
“You still had scars from your first day, didn’t you? When you were flogged?”
“Uh, I think so? I don’t really make it a hobby to look at my back, so you’d probably know better than me.”
Alfyn sighed, letting go of Castys and standing up. “Well, if they were there before, they’re gone now. You…” He looked around at the patients lying on the cots on the other side of the room. “Do you feel alright, Castys?”
“I think so? I’m not in any pain or anything, but…I dunno, does my voice sound weird to you?” There were a few other things that were bothering him, but he couldn’t really get a solid hold on what they were. He just felt different, his thoughts more scattered, his arms less muscular than he remembered, the persistent ache in his left knee from a battle wound a few years ago completely gone now.
Alfyn nodded slowly. “Now that you mention it, it does seem a little…off.” He frowned again. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you, Castys, but I have more urgent patients to attend to, and I’m going to ask you to stay put until we can get this sorted out.”
“But the s-”
“Fine then, I’m not asking, I’m ordering. Doctor’s orders supersede everything else, you know that. And the storm has almost passed. So stay. Put.”
Castys grumbled and crossed his arms, but he didn’t move to get up. He knew all too well that Alfyn wasn’t above restraining disobedient patients, and he’d rather avoid that today. Bored, he peeked at his chest again. It was very bloody, but there were no injuries anywhere, and poking his ribs didn’t hurt like a bitch, so they weren’t broken or anything. What was weird though was that he still had some scars, just not all of them. The twisted one on his tummy and the clean line over his heart were still there. He slapped a hand on his right cheek and tried very hard to smile, finding that, yup, he still couldn’t really do it on that side, so the remnant of the gash on his face was still there. But the one on his knee, on his arm, and apparently the ones on his back…gone. It didn’t make sense. Unless…
He put a hand over his heart. Every scar he still had now, he’d gotten before…before that day. The day he still didn’t want to believe had happened. Just as he was about to dig up that lovely little box of buried memories, Captain Izogie rushed in, worry etched in her face.
“Alfyn, is it true Castys is-” she laid eyes on Castys and the tension visibly drained from her body. “Oh thank Mydnar.” She walked over and crouched down in front of where he was seated on the floor, eyeing him suspiciously. “What…what did Alfyn do to you? You look like a kid again.”
“Not my fault!” Alfyn called from where he was working on someone’s fucked-up arm.
“Uh, yeah, I, um,” Castys laughed nervously. “It’s my fault. I think. But I’m okay! All the breathing is happening fine.”
Izogie shook her head. “You’re not making any sense. Laias said a broken piece of the mizzen top yard poked a hole through your chest.”
“It did,” Alfyn said, wiping his hands as he walked over. “Both of his lungs were punctured. I worked as quickly as I could after I pulled it out, but…” he swallowed. “Your pulse was gone, Castys.”
“But I…I’m fine. I’m…” He swallowed. Everything was so cold all of a sudden, that was the only reason he’d be shaking like this, right? Had to be. Unsure if he even wanted to know the answer to this question, Castys lifted his shirt, poking at the scar on his stomach. “Alfyn…what if a person was…was stabbed right here. And the knife was dragged and twisted a bit before being pulled out. And then it went,” his finger was over his heart now, “right here. Would that person…would they die?”
Alfyn looked at Castys in slight horror before slowly nodding. “Without medical attention, in a matter of minutes. Possibly less depending on how much the stomach wound had bled and how much damage had been done.”
Every worry line in Izogie’s face stood out more than ever before. “Castys, you-what are you saying? Are those scars-”
“I think so.” Castys dropped his shirt. “At least, from what I can remember. So maybe I…I already died. Before this. All this time I just thought I might be remembering things wrong, but if what Alfyn said about earlier is true, then…and it might explain why I’m…different.”
“So you think you’re some kind of…” the furrow in Alfyn’s brow deepened, “immortal?”
Immortal. The thought was sort of exciting, as ridiculous as it seemed, but it was also sort of terrifying. Why the fuck was he one, anyway, if it was true? He was just Castys, a random pirate with incurable amnesia about his childhood and hadn’t done anything special besides the whole…maybe this was some kind of fucked-up reward for finishing his mission? But then where had-fuck, okay, no more of that, his brain hurt too much. Why think about things when he could get some results?
“Hey, Captain, could you stab me or something? I wanna see what happens.”
Izogie, who was still clearly trying to process whatever the hell was going on, gave him a very concerned look. “No, Castys, what-even if you think you’ll-you’ll come back what if-”
“Well, I should have died twice now. So I feel like I’ve already gotten a second chance if I was going to be dead anyway.” He glanced over at Alfyn. “Could you-”
“I’m a fucking doctor, Castys. My hands aren’t-I can’t. No.” The other pirates cursed pretty much every other word, but coming from Alfyn, that word might as well have been a cannon blast. Seeing that neither of his friends were willing to stab him for science, Castys dropped the idea and let them examine him for a bit before finally getting cleared to go back to his quarters. The crew gave him odd looks as he passed by, just hammering it in even more that he was different somehow. Either that or they’d heard he fucking died and was now walking around perfectly healthy, which was also probably cause for concern.
Once he was alone, he pulled out his sword and looked at his reflection in the blade. From what he could tell in this shitty makeshift mirror, his face did look a lot more youthful than he remembered. The scruff on his chin and his longer hair did make him look a bit older than the age he supposed his body was now, but the beard was itchy and long hair was a pain in the ass. Part of him wanted to hack his ponytail off right now with his knife, but he’d rather not look like a total mess on top of everything else, so he could wait to ask for a haircut tomorrow. He could shave, however, and he felt a lot better once it was done.
Turning the razor over in his hands, Castys wondered if he really would come back to life again if he slit his throat or whatever. Well, only one way to find out. His clothes were already super bloody, anyway, so that wouldn’t be a problem. Here goes nothing, then.
Why were his hands shaking so much? It was just dying, he’d apparently done it before, it was fine, he’d come back, he wasn’t leaving anyone behind, just a quick swipe of the blade and then…then…he’d come back, right? Right. A-and if he didn’t, he’d already cheated death before, so it was only fair for things to end now. Deep breath maybe his last-
The blade moved a little more slowly than he would have liked, a flash of pain before-
Castys opened his eyes. He was still in his cabin, lying on the floor, razor still gripped in his hand, fresh blood warm and sticky on his neck. S-so then…he’d died. And come back. And wasn’t in any pain.
Some sick fascination drove him to slice a deep gash in his arm before turning the blade on his neck again.
He woke up just as healthy as before, no cut in sight.
That settled it, then. Castys…he was immortal. A deep feeling of freedom unlike anything he’d ever known washed over him. He could do anything, go anywhere, not having to worry about wasting his time or being in danger, because fuck that he was immortal nothing would ever stop him again.
Lying in a puddle of his own blood, Castys couldn’t help but laugh.
He got slapped and lectured the next day for testing things out on himself, sure, but it was nothing in the face of his infinite future. He could go on with everyone forever and e-
Kamon left.
Alfyn died.
Izogie retired.
And then, one day, Castys was standing on the deck of the ship, his ship, and he realized he didn’t recognize a single face looking back at him. Well, he recognized them, but he didn’t know them, didn’t remember any of them from his life before the years felt like minutes. There was a divide between them, and he wasn’t sure who put it there.
Immortality was…lonely. Isolating.
Someone else like him had to be out there, right? So he’d look all over, chase down every lead, even an immortal monster or something would do, he just needed-
Castys felt as alone as he was all those years ago, trapped on that deserted island, the passage of time impossible to follow.
But no matter what, he’d find that ship on the horizon.
Castys Cult: @as-a-matter-of-whump @blackrosesandwhump @fanmanga1357-blog @thehopelessopus @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @hearse-song @muddy-swamp-bitch @whumpasaurus101 @yet-another-heathen @galaxywhump @starnight-whump @his-unspoken-words @misspelledwitch @suspicious-whumping-egg @pumpkin-spice-whump @painsandconfusion @i-can-even-burn-salad @befuddled-calico-whump @whumpinggrounds @whump-queen @whumpedydump @theelvishcowgirl
#i wrote something#whump#castys#immortal whumpee#pirate whump#suicide for convenience#why is it so hard to write things that arent pain why do people have to talk to each other so much#but uh there you go there's Boy Finds Out lore#ive said it before in like an ask answer but now it is right there in the canon:#castys acts the way he does partly due to the fact that he is mentally 19 and his brain is not fully mature!#he's also just. like that. but he would mellow out some with age for sure#uh what else...oh rip to kamon i was planning on including them more and then it just felt forced so sorry bruh#yes izogie is trans and during this time period HRT is similar to our world where it's something that has to be upkept constantly#it's just a magical procedure instead of a shot#later as shit advances magic will be able to force the endocrine bitches to produce the preferred hormones forever with only one procedure!#it's still a slow process but much less upkeep#i could talk more (you can send an ask if you want me to 🤧) but back to this actual thing#alfyn i just took his name from the octopath apothecary and no one called me out so im doing it myself#poor castys gets so excited about being immortal and then immediately gets hit with the reality of crippling lonliness lmaoooo#i say immediately but it was like 20 years or smth#i can FINALLY work on next erebus chapter oh we are finally at the Place no one will be excited but me
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#With the heatwave combined with being ill for like an entire week it seems I've lost like 16 days this month#where I basically did barely anything... grrr.... The passage of time... My Enemy...#Now that I can finally hold down food and stuff I'm feeling a little better mostly and my sickness has probably passed. But I still#feel weird a little bit like.. some lingering weakness or something. I think I'm just already having so many Problems at all times even in#my 'Normal' state that whenever I get sick or something my whole system is thrown off for a while lol#I'm supposed to be writing like 2000 words a day still ghbjhb... I've had multiple days of maybe 1000 - 1500. And a lot of days#where I write maybe 20 - 300. I've still been chipping away at the same single quest dialogue for all 20 something#days this month so.. AUGH.. Though that also counts the 16 days I did nearly nothing but be sick and overheated#I finally edited that whole big sims video I wanted to post!!! but now there's an issue with it ... T o T#My fault for still almost exclusively using windows movie maker in 2024 lol.. but HHHHhh.. It's like every once in a while randomly#a fully edited video will not be able to be exported. so evil for this to happen to my first sims build tour in a while. but alas..#ANYWAY... I have been slowly working on little things here and there.. in my little scraps of time.. Wishing to be fully productive at#some point. Maybe I can finally finish and post some things soon. like costume photos or sims videos and etc.#BUT HEY.. that solitaire thing is crazy to me.. I don't think I've ever finished a challenge in under 20 seconds#before. huzzah.. tripeaks squad.. OH.. and an image of#curly tail boye.............. he..... I took him to the vet for a check up and he seems surprisingly okay for a 16 year old. except he has#a mild thyroid issue or something so I'll have to give him medicine. But every time he goes in I'm always expecting them to be like#Sorry. Your Son Is Truly Doomed. or etc. so I'm always shocked when he's fine... a strange boy with many strange behaviors#so I can never tell if he's just Being Weird or if he's sick or soemthing ghjbjh#Also the bad thing about never ending summer heat is that when it IS finally cool for a few days. I don't want to do ANYTHING. It's like wh#n it's hot I feel too sick to do anything. And then when it's cooler I'm like 'OUU the first cool day in WEEKS.. i want to just relax and#fully ENJOY the coolness..'' So it's always constant warfare with my body like.. NO ..we cannot SLEEP. We must utilize this small patch#of Non Heatwave to finally be productive and finish things while we don't feel sick. But then it's like ''ohoho...to lay in the cold air of#the morning restfully.. i shall have a little nap with a blanket on for once.. perhaps.. tee hee'' Always at war with the Tired Sleepy#it seems. AAAANyway...... grr............ slowly finishing things. still usually missing my target writing goals..#Hopefully will have some actual art or costumes or something to post soon. Fumbling through the summer weather as usual lol
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Mdzs fans will really pretend to support female characters until being a complex character means that they can have other motivations and goals besides just helping w wx
#sorry usually im not salty but I just took an hour long exam 😞#this is probably controversial so sorry but she spent 20 years devoting her life just taking care of her brothers because#their parents couldnt be assed to parent i think she deserved the like month of pure happiness and freedom#she had from getting married
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Sparta royal family headcanons?? Any generation.
I HAVE A LOT AND PROBABLY HAVE TO RESEARCH MORE BUT I DO!!!! >:D Thank you for the ask!!! *headbonks*
So we don't know much info with Hippocoon and how that went down yet other than basics YET or if I plan for him to be a half-brother to Icarius and Tyndarius. BUt Icarius and Tyndarius are opposites in that Tyndarius is a worrywart and Icarius is just vibing most of the time. Tyndarius is also just dealing with more stuff...they're their generation's version of Agamemnon and Menelaus in a way with how one brother takes a lot of the brunt for the other except both have a happy ending :'D )
Also, neither are the best fighters as while Sparta was pretty big on military they were exiled for a bit. Another thing with them, being half-naiad, (and being surrounded by others like them), it makes it kind of easy to tell when one of your kids is fucking with one of your advisors as they can feel the water being moved as well. It's harder for Icarius though as his children are more naiad than him. It's easy for Tyndarius as Clytemnestra is less naiad than him. Kind of go into that here, just not with the specific family dynamics :D Also might change some things
I didn't plan for naiads and naiad-born to really have scales but now I'm kind of coming around to it because I just KNOW Tyndarius picks at them and Leda has to do the whole "stop that". (might have to redo that post I did on naiads because of it, or maybe just have a poll just for the homies :P might be skin colored and just be different skin texture. idk for sure) Also while Icarius and his whole family are pretty okay about water and spend a lot of time in the water as Periboea is a Naiad and all his children are 3/4th naiad, Tyndarius often forgets that he needs to get into the water every once in a while. Leda doesn't technically need it and his children are only 1/4th so they don't need it as often.
Leda: Dear, when was the last time you went for a swim? You've been looking over those tablets for a while, I'll take over. loosely based on clay records found at Knossos :P I think they're neat. LINEAR B, BITCHES! Tyndarius: Oh, it has been a bit! Let me finish this one up before I do. Leda, getting annoyed at him scratching at himself just dumps a pot of water over him: Better? Tyndarius: Yeah, actually! :D
It's...sometimes a bit of a problem when you're a person who needs to be damp often and two of your children kind of always have a lot of static electricity :'D
I know Leda and Tyndarius have affection for one another, but I don't really have a plan for how they got together :P I DO kind of for Icarius and Periboea though! :D All I know is that Icarius being a runner, it's really funny to me to think this guy, being half-naiad, just fucking RUNS on water for funsies, which annoyed Periboea when he's back from exile. Plan for them to have a pretty happy marriage, though sadly, that's not the case for all their children :') and that's part of the reason why he tries to get Penelope to stay in Sparta as he's overprotective of them all while also desperately not wanting them to have feuds like what happened to him and Tyndarius.
Lil bit of spoiler but...Hermione was 5 years old when her mom was kidnapped and she was a bit traumatized by it. :') as she kind of got to see it happen
#I know she was 9 in most things but to keep certain timeline things with the Odyssey with Penelope and the suitors :P#As they talk about her 'bearing them children' if she were 29 when war happened and 20 years later 49. she probably couldn't#have children anymore at that point. and as another person who doesn't really care for HUGE agegaps (no lore olympus persephone and hades#here! >:( ) I made Hermione 5 instead so then Penelope would've been around 45 so it's more likely to fit what the suitors said#while still not having a huge age gap! :D#Mad rambles#ask#sorry it took a bit!!! I have a lot more thoughts on this but here's simple shit right now :D#thehelplessmortals#shot by odysseus#my headcanons#I have such soft spots for Leda. tyndarius. icarius. and periboea for some reason. have quite a few thoughts on them...kind of :'D#none of it is like...“solid” it's just fragmented lil happy thoughts I guess :D#Water Wife#kinda
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I have so many photos I need to post. 15 years worth!!! I started posting them on my old tumblr's side blog but never finished and then I abandoned tumblr for years. but tbh I feel like posting my work doesn't benefit me and it's just more pointless work for me 😭 especially instagram and twitter where my posts get maybe 1 like from a follower if i'm lucky and that's it. why do I even bother 😭 no one is excited to see my work so it'd hard to motivate myself to actually share anything when it doesn't benefit me and when no one else is excited for or looking forward to it. sometimes I lose that "I made a thing I want to share it like a kid hanging their finger painting on the fridge" mentality 😅 even kids can get discouraged and give up sharing if you don't ooo and ahhh over their work. does that make sense?
#also can we talk about how horrible social media is?#i was told instagram is so easy. you get many quick likes and followers. ive SEEN new accounts get thousands kf followers and hundreds#of likes in a couple weeks. ive been on there for years and have 20 followers and get 1 like sometimes#new accounts with one post will get 1k followers and 300 likes in a week. i just dont get it lmao im so confused 🤣#and twitter is now pay to win. i only got maybe 5 likes per post before. now i get none at all. which is expected...#so why am i bothering!#at least on tumblr my art will get maybe 20 notes and my photography maybe 10. so it doesnt feel as pointless to share 😅#i really want to open a shop for my art and photography and stuff but with the lack of attention im afraid to#because its A LOT OF WORK and i hate wasting my time and energy and money for no reason 😭#my last shop i opened got a grand total of 0 sales in the 2 years i had it open LOL it took me months to set it up and print everything#artist struggles#is there anywhere actually good to post your work online? (besides tiktok. i refuse) most social media has become useless!!!#lee text#sorry for whining 😅 just questioning my entire existence and why i even bother to do anything
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i hate my man roommate and his bitch girlfriend so much
#my gf and i needed a roommate and one of our friends needed a place so it was like omg! perfect#he neglected to tell us until after we signed the lease that he had gotten back together with his ex gf who hates us bc ‘we want him’#(we r lesbians.)#but he fucking tracks dirt all over the house even though we’ve told him multiple times to please take his shoes off at the door#he took over what was supposed to be MY office (bc i have a hybrid job)#and now he just plays video games in there all day#but like. i don’t even wanna go out there to use MY bathroom#bc this bitch has been nothing but evil and mean to my girlfriend and talked shit abt her#and this stupid motherfucker of a man just lets her and goes along with it#AND THEN HE WANTS TO SAY THAT OUR CAT IS HIS!!#YOU DONT EVEN CLEAN OUT HIS LITTERBOX WHEN WE’RE GONE FOR THE WEEKEND BRUH#YOU NEGLECTED RHAT SHIT#grrrrrrrrrrrr#it just makes me so upset and i hate that this happened in a house that i would otherwise love#anyways sorry rant over#last time i ranted abt this gf on tumblr dot com (years ago) i got called a pick me bitch#so don’t call me a pick me bitch this time guys please#i do not want this man i am not attracted to men 😭😭 i just want to feel comfortable in my house#and like i don’t have to mother a 20 year old man
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