#this popped into my head while i was drawing

[teaboot]

On a tangent from the abusive parent stories, but am genuinely curious if you dont mind explaining: in your experience of living it, what does "good student" ADHD look like?

I was constantly scribbling pictures in my notebooks and most teachers didn’t bother stopping me because my grades were fine. I did my homework but never turned it in because there was always just a bit missing and I couldn’t make myself give it to the teacher unfinished. It was really, really hard to START big assignments, but I was really good at doing research and pulling essays out of my butt so 90% of it was done last-minute. Anything that involved art or something I was interested in I aced 100%. I could sit still for HOURS reading or drawing by myself but my reading comprehension on emails is still terrible. I had a bad habit of skimming instructions and it felt like I couldn’t retain any of it but straightforwards questions I could answer off the top of my head. I failed SO MANY pop quizzes and tests but got great grades on my provincial exams. I wasn’t fidgety or flighty or loud but I had a real hard time shutting up and staying on task. I can still do a lot of work very quickly and efficiently but without my meds that could be a year’s worth of work in a weekend or absolutely nothing for weeks. I used to skip math class to do math in the library because in 1 period I could do 4 days of assignments when left alone. Sometimes I’d go on a power bender and slam through so much stuff at once that teachers would force me to slow down or I’d be too far ahead of everyone else.

Just constantly either 1000 miles per hour or 0, only sitting still and following etiquette all the while, and nobody figured anything was wrong because I wasn’t disruptive to anyone else.

As a result I’m kind of only now as an adult learning to self-regulate, not overwork myself, and force myself to switch tasks and start tasks when needed- and as a kid all I ever heard was that I was “highly intelligent, independent, and motivated” or that I was “uncooperative, delayed, and hard to keep focused”. Constant whiplash.

This sorta-kinda led a lot of people to believe I was “gifted but lazy”, of which I was neither

Just normal and bad at keeping steady pace

[mahajio]

I wanted to comment on this lovely artwork, but it kiiiiiinda got of out of hand and no longer fits in a single reply, so I'm putting it in my reblog instead!

I really like these game-esque artworks you draw, because they look aesthetically pleasing and just have a certain energy to them that you totally nail in every possible way! I— I'm sounding really vague here, I know! It's difficult to find a way to properly describe what I like about it so much.

Marcille peaking her head through such a small doorway while saying "Come out, come out" reminds me of something, but I can't really put my finger on it. Either way, I like it! Gives me the idea that she's trying to find something before it finds her. Her expression has been drawn masterfully, displaying a perfect mix of worry and fear, with those little tears dripping down her face making for a nice addition as well. I also think you did a great job with colouring and shading her, and the way her Falin doll kind of looks like it's peeking with her is really neat. It's a small comfort as she looks into this marvelously disgusting room, tainted in a green-brownish hue and riddled with an almost indistinguishable mess of foliage and other kinds of matter. With how dark the drawing is, I didn't even notice the border of the first artwork is actually blue until I looked at the second drawing! I think it's a nice colouring choice that goes well with the overall colour scheme of the drawing.

The second drawing is equally as marvelous, and most certainly worthy of some serious praise! Be forewarned that I might be wildly misinterpreting what I'm seeing here, and for all I know those little eyes above her head are just icons to indicate her stress or something, but what the heck, I sees what I sees. I love how the black-and-white background has been detailed with all sorts of books, and the way those three oozing eyes stare at Marcille from behind the upper shelf looks incredibly scary, especially since they pop so much more thanks to the background's colour — or rather, the lack thereof. (WOW, the coloured thing has a more noticeable presence when everything around it lacks colour? Crazy observation.) That little smidge of dark green above the eyes adds a nice tad of shading, too. Something I also noticed is that one of the eyes' ooze dangles in front of Marcille's forehead, which makes it look like whatever is behind her is just about ready to envelop her completely. It looks very unsettling, and it's clear Marcille agrees, if her expression is any indication. Those wide eyes and sweat-covered hands clutching at her dress (love how you drew the creases in her dress where her hands are gripping it, by the way) perfectly demonstrate that prey animal energy you mention in the description. Like a deer caught in headlights. What makes it work even better is that typically, Marcille is loud and expressive, especially when she's scared. But now? She's dead silent. She doesn't look scared; she looks terrified. I love it!

I only just now noticed that the pitch blackness in the background drips over the second row of books too, and it even completely covers the right side, to the point where it's started oozing from the shelf. It further adds to this suffocating atmosphere, as if the second Marcille moves even an inch, she's done for. Also, this is something I com-PLETELY forgot to mention, but that portrait of Marcille's mother is another nice addition, helping to make the background a little fancier! Ah, one last thing I wanted to touch on is the UI, which also looks great. The doll's slumped over nicely, adding to its…'dollness,' (riveting commentary, I know) and the candle just scratches my brain right with how its been drawn. Seriously, I cannot stress enough how much I love the thick lines you use for drawing and colouring. Your art style is quite unique, and it is a joy to look at! Gooosh, and the red text for that totally regular book that her cursor's hovering over further adds to the ominous atmosphere that this artwork's got going for it! Like, I honestly cannot stress enough how much I love this. It really is just marvelous all around.

As an aside, I really like the asymmetry of the cursor/selector thingamajig. I think it adds to the style a lot, and I also appreciate the basic details that you didn't neglect to add, such as that little line in the green bar, the question mark behind the "select" option to indicate the book hasn't been selected juuuust yet, and her 2,5 remaining hit points. I know these seem like pretty basic things to point out, but I think it's worth it to appreciate! It all comes together stupendously! I love this a lot!

Well anyways, I kinda kept rambling on, and now it's midnight! Whoops! So much for maintaining a sleep schedule, me! Ah, anyways, I wish you a stupendous rest of your weekend! Marvelous art!

marcille and her prey animal energy🤞

[stargazedwinchester]

ִ ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` hershey's but no kisses, sam winchester ༘♡

summary: sam is your seating neighbor in class, and he likes to share his snacks with you. word count: 634 pairing: sam winchester x reader

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

Usually, you prefer to sit by yourself in your lectures.

Until a six-foot-something guy with floppy brown hair and the prettiest eyes placed his backpack next to yours, flashing a friendly smile whilst pulling his books from his bag.

The lecturer drones on about post-modernism or something that’s equally soul crushing. Your focus is slipping because of the rustling beside you.

You can feel him sneaking glances your way, and you attempt to avoid it by scribbling notes in your notepad. You’re not one to be rude, you can’t help wondering what they want.

But he, for some reason, seems as if he wants to get to know you.

He slides a packet of crispy M&M’s onto your desk. He doesn’t say anything, just pushes it over with two fingers whilst you blink at him.

“You want some?”

You frown, looking down at the bag sitting next to your hand. He crosses his arms, leaning over the desk. His eyes fixated on you. “Thanks.�� You say, taking the bag and opening it.

“I’m Sam, by the way,” he whispers, “Sam Winchester.”

“Y/N.” You reply as the lecturer begins drawing on the whiteboard, flicking through the presentation. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

Sam looks at you, a glimmer in his eyes as he offers a warm, quiet smile.

For a while, the class continues like normal… or as normal as it can be, with a very attractive snack hoarding giant sitting next to you. You catch him glancing at your notes, whether he’s trying to figure out if you’re actually paying attention or if you’re doodling in the margins. He figures that it’s the latter.

It’s always the latter.

There’s more rustling — you glance over, and there it is. Another snack.

A pile of Hershey’s Kisses now sits discreetly between your notebooks, like tiny silver wrapped bribes for surviving class.

“You got a whole secret stash in there or something?” You giggle, and he scoffs. “Yeah. You never know when you need a quick sugar fix.” He says as he pops a Kiss into his mouth. “Midterms are brutal.”

“They sure are.” You reply, picking up a Kiss, ripping the foil off and popping it into your mouth too. “Y’know, you’re gonna be the most popular guy in class, handing things out like you’re Oprah.”

Sam laughs a little too loud, causing a couple of students to turn their heads and glare, whilst the lecturer doesn’t even bat an eye.

“Well, I was kind of hoping it’d get me the attention of the girl who always sits by herself,” he says quietly, grabbing another Kiss. Your smile falters a little, caught off guard by how sincere he sounds. You glance at him whilst his head is back down toward his notes, pretending to be nonchalant.

As the lecturer dismisses the class and students start packing up, Sam takes his time, not in any rush. He fiddles with his pen, then glances over. “You know, if you ever want to steal my notes… or more snacks… I’m usually here early.”

You blink, surprised by the offer, and the not-so-hidden invitation hiding in plain sight.

“I might take you up on that.” You speak, a smile tugging at your lips.

Sam shifts his bag onto one shoulder, letting it hang lazily against his side. He runs a hand through his hair, biting back a smile. “Good. I’ll bring reinforcements.”

He fails to hold his smile back this time — and there they are, the deep dimples in his cheeks giving him away completely.

You both head toward the aisle, shoulders almost brushing. He bids you goodbye as you part ways at the door, and you can’t help the way your heart flutters at the thought of your next lecture.

Maybe sitting next to someone isn’t so bad after all.

[florencebirdsong]

Bloody Fuck Fest

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Vampires sucking and fucking.

Tags: vampires, blood drinking, descriptions of blood, fingering, strap ons, manhandling, a lot of manhandling, oral, Witches are Switches, Sub Reader

She/her pronouns used to refer to reader.

Words: 1,043

Authors note: yummy yummy

ao3 | masterlist

You lay back against the pile of pillows against the headboard. Wanda and Rio are kneeling either side of you while Agatha straddles your hips. Wanda has one of your wrists cradled in her hands and Rio has the other.

“Only drink enough to make everything hazy,” Agatha says. The other two need no more encouragement. Their fangs sink into your skin. You whimper at the sharp sting. It quickly turns into a deep ache. The ache is replaced with tingling pleasure as the venom seeps in. The tingling races up your arms, down your chest, and to your core. It’s not long until you’re squirming under Agatha. They keep going until you moan.

“Stop,” Agatha says. They pull away, Wanda reluctantly, and lick your wounds to close them. You watch with half-lidded eyes as Wanda and Rio lean over you to lick the blood out of each other’s mouth. 

“Share,” Agatha demands. Rio immediately pulls her in for a kiss. Wanda shuffles closer to lean against Agatha’s side and mouth at her neck. You watch in dazed fascination as she scrapes her sharp teeth down Agatha’s neck and then licks up the trickles of blood she creates.

Rio slips a hand down to circle Agatha’s clit. The movement reminds you of your own aching emptiness. Your pathetic, needy noises draws Wanda’s attention. She easily slips two fingers into your soaked cunt. The lingering tingling has you rising quickly. Watching the way begins to Agatha ride Rio’s fingers pushes you over the edge.

Wanda wastes no time. She immediately leans down to bite the soft flesh of your throat. The tingling pleasure compounds the electricity already rushing through you. Your orgasm stretches until you’re a panting wreck in Wanda’s hold. You don’t realise how fast Wanda is drinking until Rio pulls her off of you.

Rio grips Wanda’s hair and yanks her up. There’s too much venom in you to feel any pain. Wanda hisses at her. Rio bares her teeth. Pressure rises in the room rapidly enough to make your ears pop when Wanda doesn’t back down. Agatha makes an unhappy noise. It’s only now that you notice she’s bitten Wanda. No doubt she’s annoyed that the “extra zing” faded from Wanda’s blood.

“You’re going to drain her,” Rio snarls. Wanda reluctantly drops her gaze. Agatha releases Wanda’s flesh and sits up properly. She watches them with a heavy gaze.

Rio lets Wanda go and she curls against you. She’s moments away from being just as limp as you, the high fading quickly with Rio’s admonishment, but she still nuzzles an apology. 

“You’re so hot when you take charge,” Agatha says to Rio. Rio rolls her eyes. Too fast for you to see, she slams Agatha back onto the bed by her shoulders.

“I’m always in charge,” she says, her voice gravelly. She’s meant to be, as the oldest vampire in the coven, but ‘meant to’ means little with Agatha Harkness and an anomaly like Wanda Maximoff.

“Sure you are, sweetheart.” Agatha’s eyes stay firmly on Rio’s lips.

“You’re always so confident when you’re blood-drunk.”

Agatha laughs. “I’m as confident as the first time I took you over my knee.”

You can feel Wanda wince. Agatha loves to poke the bear but doing it during a hierarchal feeding like this is rare.

“I don’t think you’ve drunk enough.” Rio grabs Wanda’s leg and pulls her over. Wanda yelps in surprise but doesn’t fight. She’s more than ready to have Agatha’s fangs in her again. Rio uses her other hand to force Agatha’s head down. Agatha doesn’t drink until Wanda, in a fit of impatience, slices open her own skin. The fresh blood is too much to resist in this state. Wanda moans as Agatha’s fangs sink into her again. She finally goes completely limp. Her fucked-out expression captivates you until the bed shakes. 

Rio has repositioned Agatha. Her hand pressing Agatha’s head down while she grinds her strap into Agatha’s ass, which is high in the air. Agatha looks more than content with the new position, something you thought she’d protest. Instead a pleased smirk graces her bloodied lips.

“Show them how good you are for me,” Rio says.

Agatha snarls but it’s weak. Rio guides the tip of her strap to Agatha’s soaked folds. She easily slides in. Her pace is slow and languid.

“Feeling old, dear?”

Rio growls in warning before speaking. Her voice is much calmer compared to the vicious growl a vampire’s throat produces. The threat holds the same weight either way. “Be nice or I’ll find something else for your mouth to do.”

“I’m never nice.”

Rio shifts her grip from holding Agatha’s head down to holding her hair. She forces her to turn towards you. Despite the uncomfortable looking angle of her neck, Agatha reaches down and pulls your leg until they’re either side of her. Rio shoves her face down onto your cunt.

Agatha eats like she’s starving. You’re writhing under her in moments. There’s no escape from her torturous tongue or teasing fangs. She’ll stop when you come, or you pass out.

You catch Wanda’s expression from the corner of your eye. It has a hint of a pout. Her head has lolled to look at you all. She’d no doubt join in if she could move. The small twitches in her fingers and legs tell you she’s far from being able to.

Agatha’s fangs scrape your clit and you arch with a cry. You tremble weakly as you come again. Rio tugs Agatha’s hair and Agatha reluctantly rests her head on your thigh, moaning softly as Rio continues to fuck her. You can’t tell if she’s close. Her eyes are lidded and her mouth slightly slack. But she must be close of she’s not fighting Rio or making snarky comments.

You’re proven correct when Agatha’s eyes slip shut. Her grip on your thigh turns hard, her sharp nails sinking in, and a loud moan escapes her. She presses back into Rio, who’s buried her strap to the hilt, but she doesn’t allow herself to arch for Rio. 

Agatha’s body relaxes and Rio’s grip loosens, although she doesn’t pull out. A smile tugs at one corner of Agatha’s mouth.

“Anyone ready for round two?”

[sugar-gumdrop]

Kenma Kozume x Reader

Kenma chuckled under his breath when he heard the familiar sound of someone ramming against his locked bedroom door.

“Open up, it’s me!” Your voice, muffled by the layer of wood between you two, called out to him in agitation.

He took his time getting up, gradually sliding his chair away from the desk before spinning around.

“Hold on, I’m coming.” Your persistent knocks didn’t deter him from a leisurely pace. By the time he had crossed the room, you had grown silent on the other side.

Knowing better, the boy quickly scurried away from the door after unlocking it, expecting you to come flying in as you always do.

But nothing happened.

“You still out there?” he questioned, wary you may be plotting something.

“Yes, I am!” you huffed. “But my arms are full, so can you open it, please?”

He approached the danger zone once more, accepting the possibility of getting the door slammed into his face when it opened. For good measure, he only nudged it open a crack to peer out.

Standing in the hallway was you, a large box in your hands.

“Here,” you declared, shoving forward the box as he opened the door further, letting you in. “I came bearing gifts.”

“What’s the occasion?” he asked nonchalantly, though he was internally scouring his memories for anniversary dates, birthdays, or any potential reminders that escaped his attention.

“Nothing in particular, just ‘cause.” You moved past him, dropping the mystery gift on his bed. “Now hurry up and open it! I can’t stay long; in fact, I was initially heading over to the convenience store to grab some stuff for our get-together later before deciding to stop here.”

Even if you were only popping by for a couple of minutes, it still warmed Kenma’s heart that you thought of him.

That you cared enough as his partner to make little moments like this count.

Curling back the cardboard flaps, the butterflies swarming in his stomach vanished. Confusion settled in for only a mere moment before dread consumed his every thought.

“Now I know for a fact you can’t say you don’t like it because everything is in your size and style!” Perhaps because you were in a rush or expectant of gratitude, you fell short of detecting his shaking fingers as he held up the first thing in the box.

His scarf. The same one he lent you a while ago when you had swore up and down you weren’t cold, yet didn’t complain when he wrapped it around you. Even nuzzled your face into its warmth.

“It’s all my clothes…” Kenma glanced your way and was petrified to find out you weren’t even looking in his direction; rather, your body was turned towards the exit.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t keep hoarding them forever,” you murmured, trying to stay upbeat but failing.

You were never this quiet.

Rummaging through the box as if desperate to find some answer to his distress, he pulled out countless hoodies, shirts, and even that pair of sweatpants he lent you to sleep in when you stayed the night.

It was the story of your relationship, all wrapped up tightly in a container that now seemed way too small to Kenma, even though he couldn’t carry it with one hand.

You coughed from behind him, drawing his attention back to the situation at hand.

“Anywho, I need to get going. See you later, yeah?!”

You waved goodbye instead of hugging him like you would usually do.

This time, Kenma was the one to reach out first, but you were too far away and already halfway out the door.

“W-wait!”

You paused, swinging your body back to face him as you hung on the doorframe. “What is it?”

“Are you…” He didn’t want to say it. God forbid his assumptions were true. But it was better to spit it out now instead of ruminating on the unknown. “Are you breaking up with me?”

You didn’t say anything.

Instead, you reacted with action, rushing forward to engulf him in an embrace. When you pulled away, you smiled timidly while pushing back his dual-toned hair away from his face.

“Of course not! Why would you think that?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Unless you want to break up with me? If so, I think you should talk to me first-“

You gasped as he buried his head into your shoulder.

“Don’t say that,” he said, his voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. “You were the one who started it first, returning all my clothes without warning.”

“Oh, well that’s because…” You trailed off. When Kenma retreated from his comfortable position buried in your shoulder, he found you now gazing at the ceiling. “Don’t make me say it out loud!”

“Say what?”

Now he noticed your fidgety actions and flushed cheeks. You were probably like this the whole time but he failed to notice as he experienced his own turmoil.

“They don’t smell like you anymore, so what’s the point in keeping them when I could give them back to get refreshed?”

Kenma didn’t respond for what seemed like an eternity.

You were the one who had to break the silence.

“Forget I said anything. It’s so embarrassing to say out loud-“

Abruptly, you gasped as your vision turned black.

“Just say what’s on your mind next time,” your boyfriend stated. He watched as you fumbled to get the jacket off your head he just threw at you. The same one he had been wearing all morning as he lounged around gaming. “After you put that on we can head to the store together.”

[cynthiav06]

The hot take of the pjo fandom that has been stated so often it's no longer a hot take. I have been avoiding making a post on this for a while, but now that it's been popping up in asks more, I needed to get my thoughts on it out. I know I have drawn it out long enough. Buckle up.

"Sally Jackson was a selfish mother." True. She is definitely a selfish mother. But I like the nuances that lead up to her behavior far more. And the way it shapes Percy, the subtle often overlooked cycle of abuse in the Jackson household that was present even without Gabe's influence. So, let's dive into that.

To begin at the beginning, Sally Jackson was an orphan with nothing but a small seaside cabin to her name at Montauk Beach when she met Poseidon. Imagine living like that for so many years with the gift of sight and no one to understand you. It's surprising she did not go at least a little crazy.

Her parents died when she was young, and she was taken in by her uncle Rich and "raised" by him. I say that in the loosest terms because she had to mostly do everything on her own and when Rich was diagnosed with cancer, Sally was the one who needed to drop everything and get out of high school to take care of Rich; not to mention the fact that she had to take up a job to pay for Rich's medical bills. Now if that sounds vaguely familiar, Percy used to take up jobs in his summertime to pay for Gabe's gambling addictions so that Gabe wouldn't beat him or Sally; to keep his mom safe. This was Sally's first failure. The fact that she could not protect her son from that same hardship despite having some power over the situation.

There's another facet to this that is whether Sally knew of this. Imagine Sally Jackson, doing everything she could to make ends meet, paying for Percy's schooling along with doing everything she could to not get on Gabe's bad side and keeping him happy, so he wouldn't turn his attention to Percy. Was her unawareness of the truth, her fault, or was Percy just that good at hiding it? Or should he have still known Gabe's true nature and looked out even more for Percy? Depends. But to Sally up until then, Percy had never lied to her; she is the only person Percy always tells the truth to from her pov. Sally could never fathom Percy keeping such a huge thing from her and not confiding in her. This is still tipping the scales against Sally because, in the end, it was HER responsibility.

Why no to Camp Half blood? This is the pivotal point. If you remember, Percy is unlike any other demigod. He is at that point, the only child of the elder gods to Sally's or even Poseidon's knowledge and, therefore, definitively the child of the prophecy. The way it was interpreted by Poseidon and then relayed to Sally, Percy had only 16 years of life set for him and no more. He was quite literally borne to die. Which meant Sally had a ticking clock hanging over her head in her time with Percy. To a mother nothing could have been more horrifying. So she defied Poseidon, defied the norm and kept Percy with her until she no longer could. Yes it was selfish, and even a touch idiotic but what mother wouldn't do it.

See this from Sally's lens. She had heard the Camp is a place for demigods. There's a chance she might not get to see Percy again when they find out about his parentage and not let him out of Camp. A chance, however, miniscule of them keeping Percy from her. At least the way she sees it, the Camp is full of virtual strangers with children of other gods who may or may not have it out for Percy. Even Poseidon had admitted he couldn't offer Percy too much protection lest he draw attention to Percy. Of course Sally who has had an awful life whose only highlight is her son, Percy, the only thing that motivates her to live and there's a death prophecy on his head, and no one not even a God can stop it . Why then would Sally leave her son in the hands of virtual strangers who she would never trust with her son's life especially when the alternative of keeping him close and watching over him herself is an option for her. After all, who could love Percy more than she loves him. Not even Poseidon, just Sally. To take all and every stolen moments she can, especially when fate is to leave her bereft of her greatest joy in mere 16 years? And the fact that she was so close. 12 years she made do. So close and yet nowhere near.

Who wouldn't make the choice she did? What mother wouldn't? But then again we will never know because no one else has gone through what Sally Jackson has gone through. Best we can do is speculate. I can only imagine how impossible the choice must have seemed. How inevitable it must have been in the end.

The crux of all this is not that Sally was right or that she wasn't selfish but the cost she paid for her selfishness.

Over 6 years of abuse, physical and mental humiliation under Gabe, all because she wanted to keep Percy with her. Keep in mind that Sally did everything she could to separate Percy and Gabe. Cue boarding schools. Sally suffered and chafed under Gabe's abuse alone, all for the sake of few stolen moments with Percy. To love something so much despite the alternative of dismissing the child considering Percy's fate was to die.

The uniqueness of the dynamics start when Percy, who despite his loathing for Gabe and the things he puts them through, despite the abuse he would face, resents Sally for sending him away to boarding school. The way he wants to stay with her, even with Gabe's presence as a caveat, because he loves Sally so much and doesn't want her to suffer and the dichotomy of Sally putting herself through most of the suffering so she could keep Percy by her side even if she had to keep him at arms length from home most of time so he wouldn't suffer is absolutely gut wrenching. No other way to put it.

The way she immediately makes sure to send him to Camp Half blood when things start getting absurd and dangerous for him; even taking the risk of driving him herself. Desperate to hold on to whatever last moments she might get with her only child that she loves so much, who she has no choice but to let go and then dying without hesitation for Percy's sake and with no regrets. Sally's love is selfish, but it is not conditional. Her love is selfish but so profound that she would put herself through any and all manner of miseries first to keep her son by her side. Nothing she would not do to keep him safe even if it costs her own life; anything but giving him up. Because she had nothing and no one to love her and then Percy came along and it was the greatest gift she had ever received and no pain on Earth would make Sally Jackson give up her son, ever.

The thing no one talks about is that even if Sally had made peace with sending Percy to Camp Half blood earlier, would Percy even go? Would he? Leaving his beloved mother with a monster like Gabe all alone? Percy Jackson's fatal flaw is loyalty and for all of Poseidon's infamous love for his own, Percy gets his fatal flaw from Sally Jackson; loyal to a fault, loyalty to the point of self destruction. To the end, always to the end.

Percy who would rather put himself through the cruelty of Gabe's abuse just to stay with Sally. Sally who would defy every norm and put herself through all manner of pain and suffering to keep her son by her side, to love him unconditionally even though he was borne to die. Sally dying for Percy without hesitation, Percy going to the Underworld to bring back his mother come what may without hesitation; Percy wanting to kill Gabe to keep Sally safe, Sally killing Gabe to secure her son's future. Something about the cycle of abuse in the Jackson household being an ouroborous, a snake eating its own tail. Mother and son sacrificing parts of themselves to keep each other safe, to stay by each other's side. The cycle of it being a conscious choice by both of them at least once. Not inherited, but accepted for what they ultimately desire. That's what gets me. Always.

Much has been said about Sally Jackson. Good bad, worse. But the idea that out of so many Big Three children, between Greeks and Romans and even the other pantheons. She is the only one who succeeded at keeping her child safe for so long and to be a good enough tether of warmth of family in his life despite all the hardships. Sally Jackson who loved her son enough to name him Perseus, to hope for a better ending for both of them despite the odds and the fates and even the gods all stacked against her and doing whatever she could to get there. In the end it does not matter, Percy is alive and that alone is proof that Sally Jackson has won against all odds. Everything else is a moot point.

[zubzooks]

i love how you draw loop, they look like a giant pillow. is there a reason you draw them like that?

no specific reason!! the visual just popped in my head to draw them with a bigger body type and i liked how it turned out on them. i suppose it gives them a sassier energy to me??

also i guess it explains how they don't get cold in the shade while butt ass naked LMAO

[rambling-robot]

I think they’re all good enough fighters that without an emotional point to exploit (see: Raph’s loss), it’d just be a draw if there’s not a narrative goal to the fights. I am already biased towards the outcome of Mikey winning, because that narrative is more interesting to me esp when it comes back around to the re-match (assuming it still happens), so my explanations are about How We Make Mikey Win.

Here’s my reasoning for the long-term narrative: While Mikey has to (comedically) panic about how he’s going to get his butt kicked (which. btw. that episode of SpongeBob where he’s getting bullied popped into my head when I typed that.) due to his slacking off and annoying his family, this is during Leo’s Maximum Angst era. We wouldn’t get that bit of Leo staying to help Mikey train and give him inspirational words, which shows that he isn’t blocking his family out but really, deeply cares about them despite there being such a Point made of how annoying Mikey has been. If Leo had been dragged into a rematch, well… he has more going on internally at that time, so it’d probably turn into him just. straight up killing Kluh. which would be an interesting fic topic, but is perhaps too heavy to stack onto him in the show.

So! Mikey and Leo would be pretty evenly matched if they both committed to it; it’s hard to give an unbiased answer about who would win. TL;DR: for the last paragraph, I say that Mikey would win via plot armor.

Here’s how I think Mikey would win if he fought against Leo: Leo would see how much this means to Mikey (I’m of the opinion that Mikey is the one who’s most interested in being part of the world aboveground and making friends and being seen) and he’d take the loss—he’d make Mikey fight for it, of course, but he wouldn’t try his hardest. Mikey got this far, and, well, so did Leo, but Leo can win the next one (or at least be sure to give it his all).

Or, and I like this version because I think it’s funnier, Leo would be having an ongoing internal conflict about whether he should let Mikey win (gaining the honor of Greatest Warrior, vs letting his brother continue having the best day of his life, vs well Mikey would be really annoying about that forever; going on and on) and this distracts him enough that Mikey beats him no-sweat. And Leo’s like. Well. Alright. I’m never being nice to him ever again, how about that?

Either way, I think Mikey’s win against Leo would be based on Leo being a softie (for now) and deciding that he loves his brother more than he wants to be famous for his skill in combat. (I also think this would be a fun moment to point at and say “Leo cares about his family So Much” and “he is just like his father.” Narratively and thematically I think this is a good outcome.)

Here’s how I think he’d win against Usagi: I’m going to start off honest, I know very little about Usagi, so I’m making assumptions based on how he’s presented in the show and what very little I’ve read. And one of these assumptions is that he’s an incredibly skilled fighter, either on par with or slightly above Leo’s level (except he’s killed people, because comic rules vs tv rules, but I don’t think that’d change whether he’s better, just more hardened). Another assumption is that he would have long internal monologues similar to Leo, but without the internal conflict. (I’m imagining like. Death Note-esque overthinking going on in those two.) So Usagi would be familiar with how people typically fight with nunchucks, and would have an idea from personal experience how Mikey might fight dirty, and he would try to get a read on if/how Mikey is telegraphing his moves, and wow this kid is not like his brother at all, but surely they trained under the same master and would have the same principles and move set, right? but this kid is doing way more backflips-

Meanwhile Mikey would be playing psychological warfare I can only describe as how I play rock-paper-scissors—thinking not just his own moves 3 steps in advance, but Usagi’s as well. He only needs 30 seconds watching Usagi move to figure him out. He gets away with the same fake-out move twice because Usagi would see the second one and go, ‘SURELY he wouldn’t fake me out twice, this is a ploy and he’s going to do it for real this time but wants me to think he’s going to fake-out again.’ Mikey would have to stay spontaneous and be both fast and confusing enough that Usagi can’t predictably hit or block him. It’d be a tougher fight than Leo’s because Usagi wouldn’t be held back by sentiment, but unfortunately this is the ninja turtles show, not the ronin rabbit cartoon, so Usagi does have to eventually lose to Mikey.

If Leo watched this fight, he’d be increasingly frustrated because he’d know exactly what Mikey was doing, he’s operating on a level just below the psychology he uses on Leo because Usagi doesn’t have a decade and a half next to this guy. He’d start twitching thinking about the moves Usagi should be making. Afterwards Usagi makes a friendly comment like “your brother is quite a formidable opponent!” and it takes all of Leo’s strength to be sooooo normal and gracious about it, “haha wow thank you, you did really well out there too!” and not just. seethe at how his brother played Chess 3 against the coolest guy/potential friend Leo has ever met.

Hey guys watch this I'm gonna start a fight

[yourlocalstilinski-valdez]

You with the dark curls...

...You with the watercolor eyes

[nouverx]

You gotta excuse his 1920's ass, he's still learning slangs

[gen4grl]

i am hoarding a cute alien girl in my house ⊹₊⟡⋆

[fraternum-momentum]

Get you a guy that can do both. [if the mp4 file doesnt show up, click here !]

[st4rcz4r]

Have you created any beautiful Zack Fair pieces?

Beautiful doesn’t feel like quite the right word BUT

I’m gonna take this wonderful opportunity to share Zack Fair in The Sonic Pose ™ I drew like… 2(???) Weeks ago I think I need to draw Zack more… I love him so dearly.

Also obligatory gongaga reference.

[jpeg-indulgence]

Would you believe this is what got me out of my art slump

Tagz: @brutally-loving @lady-mole @fictodreamer @brahms-and-lances-wife (I got to use your new url!)

And if anyone wants to be added, say so! If you want to be removed, say so! (Trust me I'll never be offended) If you already asked to be on the tag list and I didn't add you PLEASE SAY SO MY BRAIN IS A DECAYING MESS.

Coughs.

Thank you.

[kawamorant]

if i was on the grizzlies media team id make them do a cutesy photoshoot with a bunch of teddy bears #HireMe

[bowserbowser29]

Honey (singing to herself): Fortnite battle pass…

Amy, Blaze, Surge, and Trip: ???

Sonic (from across the room): I just shit…out my ass!

Amy, Blaze, Surge, and Trip: ??????????

Tails (flying down from the ceiling): Booted up my PC!

Tangle (swinging down from the ceiling by her tail): ‘Cause I need, need!

Honey: To get that…