#this was entirely drawn from memory btw

[pastelclownkitty]

im legally required to do something for this freak's birthday/silly

[beewolfwrites]

Hear me out… you know that meme of like the dad and the dog that he didn’t want who always end up being super close.. can we get something similar to that with Chishiya and y/n LMAO

btw I love your writing and I’m glad you’re back ♡

Haha, I guess this is the closest way I could replicate it? Enjoy <3

(Chishiya x gn reader)

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‘Please.’

‘No.’

‘Please, Chishiya! There’s plenty of spare hotel rooms.’ This woman, Kuina, was bouncing on her heels now. 

You felt a little awkward being argued over like this, but you also didn’t want to intervene. The relationship between Kuina and this man, Chishiya, wasn’t clear. Whilst you had been forced to collaborate with Kuina in your last game - swinging from chain ropes to avoid the swimming pool of simmering acid below - this was the first game where you had worked with this ‘Chishiya’ person. He wasn’t particularly tall, and his dyed blonde hair was striking against his sly, catlike features. Why Kuina had to ask his permission to take you with them, you couldn’t tell. From the sounds of it, this ‘hideout’ of theirs had a leader who ultimately decided on who stayed or went.

The game itself had been troublesome; a twisted spin on snakes and ladders. The venue was an old brick building with scaffolding covering the entire exterior. The rules seemed simple, too; climb up to the roof to clear the game. What the rules hadn't explained was the exposed electrical wires and venomous snakes. 

You had been climbing just below the other two when Chishiya’s foot slipped on the wet steel. It went against every one of your survival instincts, yet your body moved on its own, freeing one hand to grasp Chishiya, catching him whilst clinging onto the scaffolding with all your strength. His expression was still vivid in your memory, as he clutched your hand. Rather than surprise at what had happened, or relief. He looked puzzled, as if he couldn’t work out why you’d done it. 

Truth be told, you weren’t too sure why yourself. 

‘Strength alone isn’t enough,’ you could hear him murmur. 

Kuina huffed and folded her arms. ‘Speak for yourself. You would have died back there, you know.’ 

‘And?’ 

You grimaced, trying to hide your face in your sleeve. If your presence was this much of an issue, maybe it would be better if you simply went your own way. 

‘Um… hey,’ you mumbled, causing the pair to suddenly look up. ‘It’s obviously a problem, so I’ll just leave. Good luck on your next game.’ 

You began to walk away into the cool evening. The breeze was refreshing after such a physically exhausting game. Their hideout did sound like a great opportunity, but you knew when you weren’t wanted. Behind you, you could hear the two bickering, their voices growing more and more distant with every step you took. 

‘See! Look what you’ve done now.’

‘I don’t see why you care so much, Kuina.’ 

‘Chishiya!’ 

The arguing stopped, but you didn’t bother looking back to find out why. Maybe things were supposed to be like this. You’d arrived in this twisted world alone, so maybe you were supposed to go back alone too. You were thinking carefully about where you should set up camp for the night, when a smooth voice called out from behind. 

‘You.’ 

Slowing, you turned around to see this man, Chishiya, strolling towards you. His hood was drawn over his head, hands in his pockets, and his relaxed demeanour suggested that he had no intention of harm. Yet his eyes were analytical, and you could feel him assessing every move you made. Behind him, Kuina was slowly making her way over. 

‘What cards do you have?’ Chishiya asked. 

Your hand instinctively went to your pocket where you kept your stash. ‘Seven of Spades,’ you said, trying to remember all the games you had cleared. ‘Two of Hearts, Eight of Clubs, Nine of Spades, Ace of Diamonds—’ 

‘Fine.’ 

You hadn’t expected Chishiya to give in all of a sudden. Was it really just down to your cards? Looking at him now, his eyes were glittering with curiosity as he took in your appearance. 

‘That’s it?’ You asked, unsure of what was truly happening here. ‘That’s all you wanted to know?’

‘You’ve got a good range of cards,’ he said. ‘And you’re a skilled Spades player. You could be useful.’  

Kuina’s face cracked into a grin. She pressed her palms together as if her prayers had been granted. ‘Really! Does that mean we can keep them?’ 

Chishiya pulled out a pair of headphones and slid them into his ears. ‘Whatever,’ he muttered. 

The two began to walk back in the direction they had come. At first, you weren’t sure if this was truly happening. Had you really found allies you could rely on? Allies who had food and shelter? Kuina and Chishiya were several metres ahead before the latter turned around, his gaze expectant. 

‘Are you coming or not?’

You nodded, unable to hold back a smile as you took your place by their side. 

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write about the Merc's with a gn! reader who loves baking?

Btw, I love your writing style! It all feels so accurate and it's helping to feed this new fixation of mine <3 <3

I see we have some food lovers in the askbox, chat. *crackles knuckles* you ask, and daddy delivers.

Mercs with somebody who gives them food

Scout:

- Depends on your current location. The gravel wars isn’t short of moving from place to place. If it’s somewhere like japan he’ll go full weeb mode and eat nothing but fish related dishes. You know speed racer? In the fucked up TF2 universe there’s a speed racer themed restaurant. Take him there. (On second thought maybe don’t go eating with him in Japan he might eat the Hiroshima rocks.)

- He swears he’s on a diet but it’s inconsistent as fuck. This is the same guy who canonically eats radiation we’re talking about here. You hand him some warm bread you baked and he’s ecstatic. You catch him sprinkling something on his slice. It’s grounded up like pepper. He’s like ��This? This shit is fuckin’ perfect. The person who owns my gym back in boston recommended it for energy. Tastes great.” You read the label and you realize it’s grounded up uranium.

- If you make him homemade fried chicken he’ll nearly choke up. Seriously. nobody’s ever done that for him before. Giving him food in general is also his love language but chicken? He thinks you want to marry him forever and ever now.

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Soldier:

- You don’t really know what soldier likes.. He doesn’t make anything very evident and tries his hardest to make his one defining trait being that he’s a veteran. But you know that’s not true. You decide to make him some sandwiches and he’s confused. “Huh.. Well that’s some weird tasting MREs. Not complaining. It’s actually really good. Shame that civilians can’t get the same luxury right now.” He says. You have no idea how to explain that WW2 is virtually nonexistent anymore.

- Finally you settle with something. Honey with warm bread. Instead of eating slices like a normal person he just swallows the entire loaf like a snake. You are worried for this man’s intestines. He seems to be fine however.

- Gives you either a romantic or platonic kiss on the head. Your pick. His breath smells sugary and sweet and you nuzzle your head against his collarbone in response. This is his way of showing he appreciated the food.

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Demoman:

- I sure hope you’re capable of producing stew because that’s all he eats when he isn’t unhealthily suppressing his own hunger with scrumpy.

- You get him to eat a variety of food somehow. Although he’s picky, he isn’t impossible either. Due to growing up in an orphanage he was no stranger to having to cook for himself at times when the caretakers just really didn’t care. You exchange recipes. For some reason he has an entire Scottish cookbook under his bed. As well as a book on “Leonerdo Da Fuq’s Basic Guide To blowing Sentries Up. And making it look like an accident.”

- He’s very thankful. Demoman’s not much of a foodie. He eats to live rather than lives to eat. But your snacks hit different. They’re made with your love. That’s why they’re so much better than what he typically eats.

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Engineer:

- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THATS HIS JOB. HE’S THE OVERBEARING GRANDMOTHER THAT WONT STOP SHOVING FOOD INTO HER KIDS MOUTH!!! NOT YOU!!!

- He eats everything you give him. Even if it doesn’t particularly tickle his fancy. His belly is big and swollen afterwards and you want to squish him so bad. That’s a pillow waiting to be laid on. He then tells you fond memories of thanksgiving and when his mother would cook his family an entire turkey dinner.

- He responds twofold by making you something as well. You wake up one day to find an entire breakfast platter laid on your end table. There’s a little sticky note there and although it doesn’t have a name on it — the dash alongside the expertly drawn symbol of his class is evident enough. Only somebody with expertise in blueprints would draw something like that. Hint hint.

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Heavy:

- Heavy isn’t a dumbass by any means but this is a certified Heavy L situation. He thinks you’re trying to offend him at first because people call him fat on a regular basis. Medic explains from afar that actually it’s a gesture meant to express hospitality, and upon realizing you were just being nice he looks embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.

- Lets you spoon feed him your food. He likes it for some reason. He likes any kind of meat, and protein. He eats that shit everyday. Not just that but dark chocolate and other bitter tasting foods as well. Despite his massive size he doesn’t actually eat large portions at a time.

- He knows how to make mostly deserts. Takes on a sort of mentor role and tries to teach you how to bake cakes and stuff like that. You’ve never seen Heavy in such a domesticated setting. Watching him go about cooking without breaking somebody’s skull in for once was actually kind of surreal.

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Pyro:

- Cook / get them nothing but sweets. They won’t eat anything else. You begin to wonder if Pyro is even remotely human because of how much unhealthy food they eat. (But then again you’ve seen soldier survive losing both his arms and Medic sowing them back on. It’s probably fine.)

- They are unbelievably excited to see you walk into the room with plates and/or boxes. You’ve unintentionally pavloved them into associating it with your food. They clap and make grabby hands. Wanting to see what sweets you’ve brought them.

- It’s actually quite odd.. You see them retreat into their quarters to eat their food. It’s clear they’ve eaten it because they always take the plates back but you’re never allowed to see them eat directly. They don’t attend dinner with the other mercs or even breakfast.

- DO NOT LET THEM NEAR THE FUCKING OVEN. DO NOT LET THEM COOK. THE ADMINISTRATOR MADE IT AGAINST THE RULES TO LET PYRO NEAR THE STOVE.

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Sniper:

- “Bloody hell.. This for me?” His voice hiked up a little. A little shocked that somebody would even consider making or buying him food in the first place, Only his parents ever did that for him. He takes it hesitantly but his expression doesn’t seem negative. Just incredibly dumbfounded. You had got him some donuts from a market in tuefort. You figured it would go well with his coffee.

- Immediately starts eating them. Sniper is both a meats sort of guy and a sweets sort of guy. Looks from side to side to make sure nobody saw him take your offer. That would be a embarrassing. He grabs the entire box and retreats into his camper van like a rat.

- He then slowly opens the door.. “Oh, right. Bugger. This is typically the moment I comfortably invite you in.” He cringes at the thought. Leaving the door open for you, and moving aside to let you in. He begins telling you the basics about how to hunt your food. For some reason it’s all incredibly dangerous aussie animals though. Some of the stuff doesn’t sound edible but he’s apparently eaten. He’s especially passionate about how to properly cook crocodiles.

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Medic:

- Pretentiously nitpicks the fact you brought him cupcakes. Citing his knowledge about how too much sugar consumption can kill you… whilst simultaneously eating the cupcakes.

- “Even worse yet —- they ruin your dental health. Hoo, i’d hate to be on the receiving end of a tooth filling by an angry dentist.” He says, shoving more of your sweets into his face. You wonder if he’s even self aware of what he’s doing to be honest. “Although I do envy their sadism! It’s much worse than mine, actually — Das schmeckt gut.” He adds.

- He frowns. You knew Medic had loved cupcakes in particular so you were confused at first. Well it wasn’t that. In fact it was something more stupid. “Well then again the consumption of sugar is important for our bodies, I must add. With the wrong diet we could die from low blood sugar. I wonder if it is possible to extract all the sugar from a human body using a sort of giant homebrewed syringe. It is in theory possible for me to—“ The man is at his chalkboard writing down mathematical equations again.

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Spy:

- When you give him food for the first time he’s unbelievably pouty. Couldn’t you have asked him his tastes first? He hesitantly eats what you give him anyway. As long as it isn’t fried, fast food, candy or anything that wasn’t expensive as fuck.

- Incredibly good table manners. Incredibly good at cooking his native cuisine. For some reason he’s intent on insisting that french food is superior than any other food. When you’re eating with him he straightens your posture, politely puts your napkin in your lap and schools you on the fact you’re not using your salad fork or whatever. There’s way too much pointless shit on his table. Who the fuck created all these weirdly specific rules?

- Eventually he’s so tired from trying to teach you he loses his temper and crosses his arms like a discontent toddler while you eat nonchalantly. “What?” You say. Using the wrong fork again. He’s still staring at you. “What?!” You repeat yourself. “I love you, Spy.” You say. Shoving more food into your mouth. He keeps glaring at you.

[neteyammeowmeow]

The second part… The AUs…

part 2/?? overall, but part 1/2 for my (kind of) drawn aus!! (might be edited later but my ipad is soo laggy)

This was a concept from my storybook au, where I literally destroyed the canon world and rewrote everything so it could be a more simplistic story. Benthomaar is a little prince from the oceans, who uses his trident with a fallen star to guide the sea animals of the sea so they won’t be lost in the depths, he is as blue as the ocean, and depicted to stand on the biggest whale shark of the waters. While Lloyd is a young spirit who dwells far away up in the mountains, depicted as a boy riding on a magnificent, grand green dragon, and the robes that Lloyd wears seems to fade into the dragon’s mane.

However, one day, Benthomaar lost his trident, and without light, the sea animals were sent into chaos. Their distraught caused massive waves that threatened the land — which caught Lloyd’s attention, of course, as the guardian of Life and Energy, he was bound to raise concern. Especially after his sister Nya, told him that not even she could ease the animals.

Lloyd helped Benthomaar find his trident back, but the light had drowned, it couldn’t be destroyed. What was the worth of something useless? Lloyd felt sympathy for Benthomaar, it wasn’t long before the sea will crash onto the dirt, but Benthomaar believed that it was the memory and experience that mattered. The trident may be gone, the light vanished, but it was the effort they went through to traverse the endless waters to find it — that was what mattered. With the power of life, and Benthomaar’s determination, a new light engulfed the world so bright, and a star was laid within the trident as before, bringing hope and guidance to the seas again. Theeee Endddd!!! (btw all characters are kids in this au!!)

🐳🐳

This was supposed to be a more sapphic au, but then it ended up being an overall romcom sitcom au that is entirely divergent from the canon universe that the characters could be considered ocs (not enough to be though…) and the cast is all “genderswapped” ?? But that’s not really the right term for it, I guess the fem - appearing characters seem more masculine, and vice versa ?? Anyways. Lloyd is called Lihua, and Benthomaar is Benthesikyme, they live together, Lihua runs a flower shop on the lowest floor of their shared home, while Benthesikyme is a rising surfer athlete — annd it turns out all the characters are either reincarnations or immortals deciding to live beside the mortals.

I could’ve never settled on an actual design so everything was all experiments…

I’m ending the year with a compilation of some of the Lloyds and Benthomaars I drew this year (and never posted on Tumblr). I didn’t really draw much this year compared to the last or yesteryear but, this year I had more ideas than the capacity to draw. Anyways, I am definitely also explaining some illustrations to fill in the content if there r any… And THIS is the next one (there will be a followup to this)

[knarme-art]

This here represents a typical sketch I'd have drawn at any point in my recent life, - until now.

I will no longer be able to work in a high detail art style like this at all, until the accuracy of my new technique improves. And I can't promise it will.

Why?

I've been drawing with wrist movement for my whole life.

This is infamously unsustainable to the hand. It used to gradually become more uncomfortable until it became so painful that I can't do it at all for more than a few seconds.

I have good steam to work on comms now, but I'm forced to have a break from them because I reached the limit of this "wrist-work". If I keep pushing against my body's warnings, I'll disable myself worse and it'll last me forever.

My ability to draw is the most precious thing I have in my life. Nothing matters to me as heavily besides basic necessities, that I make art. Art is how I find friends and community and express myself in a way that nothing else satisfies that same way. Even in my worst times, this has been the light of my life. Even my best times would feel so devoid of content without making art. Art is my whole life.

Because the stakes are so high, I'm working on a solution.

A common tip for sparing the wrist is drawing from the shoulder and the elbow. This is very difficult for me since I'm not used to controlling my hand movement especially for detail from any other joint than the wrist.

Another is casing your pencil into any material (I just taped toilet paper tightly on it) to make it thicker to hold. It means you need smaller movements for drawing detail and therefore spare wrist work.

My muscle memory mostly has it all for moving the wrist to do all the stuff. See what it costs me now?

I'm practicing drawing in a new technique entirely, and figuring out what I can do.

I have to accept that my art style will not look exactly the same either, because physically I can't produce the same old thing drawn in my incorrect technique.

This is my drawing hand wrapped in a scarf to keep my wrist from bending when drawing, so I encourage sourcing the hand movement to my shoulder and elbow instead! Wearing this prevents the painful motions and helps me learn new motions.

Here are practice sketches in the new technique. I find it hard to draw small detail without moving my wrist to do it, but that accuracy can be trained by continuously drawing small shapes or objects (beans, circles, spirals, hair, fur, little horses...) from the shoulder. (This is advice I hear from professionals btw.)

Some thoughts about these sketches...

- I notice I simplify shapes more to make them easier for my hand movements to get across. I literally can not physically draw any other way, but the result looks kind of good even?

- I'm kinda excited to see where my learning goes from here

- I want to keep practicing hand control

- I was concerned especially about how to replicate my character designs like this, but it's somewhat working I guess?

So yeah... This is lifesaving for my art abilities on the long run. Gonna keep up the practice!

[tendo-64]

claus would be the annoying kind of undertale fan

i got a new laptop and i drew this to help me adjust to drawing on it

btw fun fact i do my doodles almost entirely from memory and without references (minus colors). i have a tendency to agonize over things being on model and anatomy-accurate so i appreciate these doodle sheets to allow me to take a break and have fun while loosening up a little on that front

because of that though i think it's nuts i've drawn these two so many times i can draw them from memory fjgkfkg

[onewholivesinloops]

satoko leaving the club to go around the village, completely alone, only to end up at the shrine, the place of the First Sin she committed by breaking oyashiro-sama's statue and abandoning her best friend…the thing she believes brought the curse upon her as a child. IT'S AS IF SHE'S GOING THERE TO BE PUNISHED. IT'S AS IF SHE'S GOING THERE TO PUNISH HERSELF. AUGH.

st. lucia ACTIVELY burns into satoko that she cannot live in this world, and everything she does only makes the adults in her life more disappointed in her - she will always be abandoned, she will always be rejected.

as satoko moved away with rika, she was faced with the harsh reality of how society pushes down survivors of abuse into deadend expectations and self-fulfilling prophecies. trauma complicates one's relationship with others and the world, and institutional systems such as st. lucia are made to erase disadvantaged people who try to fight against them.

(the villain in higurashi is ALWAYS the faceless institution, and the traditionalism and conservativism. it's always the systems. it's not people who should be characterized as villains.)

satoko's walk around the village only serves to reinforce those beliefs in her mind - everything she cherished is disappearing, and the people she cares for are drifting away while she remains trapped.

they're demolishing the old school, a place of dear memories for her. even her old home is destroyed - the place where she lived with rika, where they cooked together, where they supported each other unconditionally. it's a place where they didn't have to answer to the adults who keep failing them. it was just two girls providing each other with the love and warmths they desperately needed after so much trauma.

...this is all gone now. there's no longer a place satoko can return to. her presence is unnecessary. she is unneeded everywhere. if this is the future, she might think, she would rather commit suicide or live in the past forever. there's only one place she can live and survive. survival is the past. it's the only place that reassured her. it's the cycle of abuse chaining her in place, forever stagnant.

the reason satoko's loops are heavily based around her committing suicide is because it's her abandoning worlds she cannot imagine living in, and it relates to the very reason she was drawn into looping in the first place. satoko went to the shrine with the intent of committing suicide the first time, and the entirety of the anime is satoko trying to return her version of rika to herself and grieving a past she yearns for while she's lost in a fugue of suicide ideation and trauma (this is very umineko btw).

rika's actions in the beginning of nekodamashi are a parallels to this.

she runs away from the club under the pretense of playing hide and seek to commit suicide, because she can no longer imagine living in any of these worlds - trapped in her past traumas.

feeling entrapped within a coffin is one of the many things satoko and rika have in commom. the broken coffin called oyashiro-sama's shrine. the coffin called hinamizawa. it's also st. lucia for satoko.

it's about being seen and being punished for being seen, and wishing to live in secrecy and a coffin built of trauma rather than having to face a world of vultures - that's the entire reason satoko traps herself with rika in loops of hinamizawa.

satoko and rika can only make their way out together, because a world cannot be made without another who believes as you do. something something it takes two to create a universe something something.

rika would rather blow up the entire universe and create a new one from scratch with satoko instead, and it speaks to how far she's willing to go to create a world where satoko and her can exist together. she'd rather go to such extremes than abandon her 'cursed', 'unsaveable' mentally ill wife.

they're both young queer girls who hurt each other and focused on themselves at the expense of the other, only to end up realizing how much like the other they truly are and how much they want the other to live and be with them for each other and their own sake.

their fight in kagurashi is resolved by them coming to the realization that they don't want to kill each other after all, because of how deeply they're in love with the other. it's the power of love between two girls who are incredibly similar. two rose brides.

rika may be the 'perfect' victim and satoko the 'bad' victim, except rika is just playing a role. it's a facade. a mask rika sheds during their fight. rika is also a 'bad' victim like satoko beneath her act. rika knows this and it's why she embraces satoko. she sees herself in satoko - a mirror image of herself.

[heroing]

BRUCE & DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER

*note: i have DID and am writing this from that experience.

** note two: while this is to give anyone who interacts perspective, none of these alters will EVER acknowledge being different people. it likely won't come up in threads unless the other writer specifically requests it.

this got so so so long lmao.

VOCAB LESSON:

alter: sometimes also called 'headmates' (this is the term i use for mine). these are the 'alternate' identities. a lot of people consider them as distinct people, separate from the "base personality", though some might consider themselves only facets.

switching: the process of changing from one alter to another. this can be sudden, uncontrolled switches (often caused by a trigger of some kind) or slower, more controlled switches when someone is deliberately called to the front.

the front/fronting: the place of control/who is controlling the body. there can be multiple alters fronting at the same time, even some that control different parts of the body at the same time.

splitting: the act of creating a new alter. the initial one is typically caused by some kind of trauma but other ones can split off for any number of reasons, some even being deliberately created.

MEET THE ALTERS:

bruce wayne: the primary alter. he's what you might consider the "base" alter. i tend to call him the "cowl down" alter. he's most present in moments when the cowl is down and he's around smaller/non-public groups of people. he's more emotionally stable and softer. he's often more reasonable and lenient. he does occasionally front while in the cowl when a gentler touch is needed but he prefers to interact with the cowl down.

batman: the "cowl up" alter. he formed during bruce's batman training. he tends to be harsher and more brutal. willing to do things that bruce might not. he's calculating and willing to put logic/the mission before emotion. if the cowl is up, it's probably batman. he doesn't front at all if the cowl is down/off.

brucie: the "public face" alter. formed when bruce started having to have a public persona and kind of freaked out about it. his entire job is being the public face. he's ditzy and forgetful and kind of a whore. he's the most obviously a different person because he doesn't always remember things from when bruce or batman were fronting. (dick in particular seems to view him as a separate person canonically. see: that gotham knights arc)

the bat: the "persecutor/protector" alter. this is the original alter to split off bruce. it takes the form of a giant, almost humanoid bat. it flips between encouraging bruce, protecting him from his own past emotions/memories, and persecuting him for his failures. it never fronts. (this is drawn from the ram v detective comics run, btw, check it out.)

failsafe: the "persecutor" alter. even more than the bat. he was deliberately created by batman to do what he couldn't. including kill. he was supposed to be a last resort but there have been times that he has wrested control for periods of time. (canonically, he is called batman of zur-en-arrh but i hate that name so i stole the name of a DIFFERENT batman thing. see: the current zdarsky run for more.)

tommy: the "child" alter. also formed around the same time as the bat. he is based off tommy elliot and presents as a childhood friend in bruce's memories. which is why his memories don't line up with what the ACTUAL tommy elliot says. while tommy has fronted before, it has almost never been alone, has always been accidental, and alfred has done a good job of getting him away before anyone notices.

THE TIMELINE:

bruce sees his parents die. he splits the bat and tommy.

he trains to be batman, realizes he might not be able to handle everything this entails, and batman splits off.

batman is worried about his ability to perform both as a hero and a civilian. he deliberately creates failsafe to do what he can't. brucie splits off on his own around this time.

i didn't include him above but matches malone splits when bruce goes undercover for a little too long.

there are some other thoughts i have, like internal workings, their relationships with each other, their relationships with people outside the system... but that's a post for another day. this one has already gotten so long.

again, this post is mostly just for OOC knowledge as it likely won't come up in threads unless requested.

[8-xnny]

I had a dream where I wrote this bomb ass platonic(I think at least) furina x arlecchino fic, I woke up wanting to write it but then I remembered I have the writing capabilities of a walrus without flippers

But pretty much it was right after the whole Fontaine story quest ended(spoilers for that btw)

A few days had passed, and Furina hadn’t felt a moment of relief or peace she thought she’d feel… she was finally free from 5 centuries of pure pain… hiding everything away to be the strong ‘god’ she had to be… she should feel relieved and yet… she’s been sobbing inconsolably, the sobs she’d been hiding back for so long to reassure people who aren’t even hers… how was she expected to feel relieved… What would she do now… what was she supposed to do? For half a millennium, she had been masquerading as the hydro archon, and that was her entire existence. She had lost all memory of her true self and her pre-’deity’ life. How is she supposed to act? Do people hate her now? Or do they still hold expectations for her? Was she actuallyfree from pretending, or would she still have to continue her front to keep ‘her people’ in high hopes… she wasn’t sure anymore, to be fair, she wasn’t sure of anything, her mind was in shambles and all she can do is sob uncontrollably, clutching the vision she had been given at the start of her ‘new life’. she wanted to be freed from the role of an archon for so long, but now that she’d gotten what she wanted, she couldn’t help but feel earth-shattering despair…

Arlecchino wasn’t quite sure what she had stumbled upon, or how she stumbled upon it, she genuinely was just going on a walk to look at the dark sky and the stars that filled it… but hearing sobs drew her in, she had been taking care of the kids in the hearth for so long that she couldn’t help but immediately feel drawn to them. Sure, she was a bit… venomous towards Furina, but that’s simply because the woman needed to hear harsh words, Arlecchino truly believed she’d let her nation go to ruins, and as the ‘father’ of the hearth, she, more than anyone knows how to get into stubborn heads. Regardless of the venomous words she’d thrown towards the ex ‘hydro archon’, she genuinely didn’t feel any hatred towards the woman, she even felt quite bad for causing the ‘archon’ to during her attempts to find the gnosis. Arlecchino couldn’t help but think back… despite the dramatics, Furina cared for ‘her people’, put up a hopeful front for them so they wouldn’t lose themselves, she gave others hope… she couldn’t help but think back to Clervie, although Furina and her were quite different, the almost childlike happiness and attitude Furina used to carry felt the same… she wouldn’t ever admit it, but just making that connection made her feel a pit in her stomach, Clervie was her best friend, her only friend really, being the one to take her life had left Arlecchino in a state of despair, albeit on she refused to let herself feel. Thinking of that made her think about how she felt whenever the children of the hearth cried...She always believed that this world wasn’t fair, that it wasn’t designed for the weak, for people who would break so easily, and yet in some way, she feels it's wrong to say Furina is weak, for 500 years she carried the weight of a nation on her shoulders, a weight that wasn't hers to bear. Arlecchino wasn’t sure when she had begun approaching Furina, but before she knew it, she was crouched down next to her, the indifferent look she always carried herself with on her face, yet her eyes held a certain gleam, the same look she’d give the crying children to attempt to console them with. She wasn’t good with comforting with honeyed words, shed much prefer being blunt…but that’s not what she needed, Furina needed honeyed words, she craved and yearned for the comfort she hadn’t felt in years.

that’s all I couldn’t think of anything else, i just wanted to write something about it 😭 if someone wants to snatch this idea and write about it please tag me 🙏

[deathbxnny]

Could do mha headcannons for what they would do after a fight with their s/o? Could u do with UA teachers please ❤️ Thank u!

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A/N: Hello there! Thank you for the request, I really like the idea! I didn't know which teachers you wanted exactly, so I hope you're okay with the one's I chose!<3

Mha requests are open btw!

Featured characters: Eraserhead, Present mic, Midnight

Content: Established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of fighting, relationship issues, miscommunication, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Eraserhead

Your fight wasn't worth all the trouble that came with it for Aizawa. He had been spending way too much time away from you at UA and forgot the date you were supposed to go on due to his exhaustion. It was a mistake on his part, but not the first time he had done so, which is why this time the argument was far worse than the other one's.

Aizawa was bad at expressing his emotions to you and tried his best to apologise anyways, but it wasn't working, since you were way too heated to listen to him. He knew why you were upset and knew it was his fault... which is why he had to fix this now. You were one of the few things he cared about and losing you too would break him. So, he let you have a couple hours to cool down, before finally approaching you for a talk.

He listens to your complaints and anger, not saying a word until you were finished, before he gently pulled you into a hug and gave you a sincere apology. He was never good with his words however and knew he had to do more than that, which is why he also took a day off the next day to go on a nice date with you. He has alot to make up for and will make sure to not mess up again.

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》Present mic

Hizashi immideatly regretted everything the moment he saw the tears in your eyes. You were just having a petty argument over something so stupid that he couldn't even remember it. And the sadness in your eyes certainly didn't help with his memory either, as he immideatly apologised to you. Nothing in this world was worth your tears to spill over.

However when you just pushed him away to go into your room, he quickly followed after you, not wanting you to go to bed angry and sad. He gently hugs you from behind, completely quiet for once and let's you cry it out, before he tries talking to you again. His voice is gentle and calm, so different from it's usually loud tone. He'll hold you close whilst you sleep and thinks about what he could do to make things up to you.

He brings you flowers and breakfast in bed the next morning, not letting you lift a finger as he pampers you. You can tell that he feels guilty and even with your reassurance that you're not mad anymore, he still doesn’t let up with his affection. He doesn't want you to leave him and makes sure you know how much he truly appreciates you.

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》Midnight

You knew how she was even way before dating her. You knew about how playful and flirtatious she was to everyone around her. You knew how touchy she could get. But it just often made you wonder where the line would be drawn for her, once you started dating. Surely, she knew that it hurt your feelings sometimes, even when you tried to accept that part of her. You loved everything about her after all.

But that didn't stop you from getting a little irritated, when she was very touchy with one of her colleagues infront of you. You slipped away into the crowd, feeling embarrassed and sad about the entire situation. Were you not enough for her? It had always been an insecurity of yours. Midnight quickly noticed that you were gone and followed after you, grabbing onto your wrist as she asks you what's wrong. But at the sight of your tears, she comes to her own conclusion without needing your words.

She takes you home and sits you down, completely serious as she tells you about how you are her one and only and would never want anyone else. She gets caught up in her hero persona often and forgets to step out of it with you around. You have a calm and deep discussion about your boundaries and feelings, something Midnight listens very closely to. And she shows you that she did listen, by keeping your feelings and boundaries in mind whilst in public. You're important to her and she wants you to know that.

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A/N: Alright, I hope this was okay with you! Thank you again for the request, Anon!<33

[goodbyenorthernlights]

I'm curious to know if you've pulled some of Rezo's vibes into your characterisation of Saejid or did you perhaps already intend to draw some inspo from him when coming up with Saejid's premise. :3

Not at all, honestly! I didn't even know Rezo existed when I was developing Saejid- I was vaguely aware of Slayers as an anime I had tried watching as a teenager and only seen the first episode of before going "Ehhh this isn't my thing."

Saejid was originally based on a character I came up with as a teenager for a Gaia Online RP where the antagonists were themed around the idea of childhood fears- the monster under the closet, that sort of thing- and proto!Saejid (his name has been lost to the sands of time/my memory, alas) was meant to be the anthropomorphic personification of Iatrophobia (the fear of doctors) because finding doctors scary struck me as something kids do a lot. So I had this concept of a sadistic doctor archetype already just lying around.

(Proto!Saejid also was based off of a random drawing I'd found online, probably via searching something like "anime doctor" on photobucket and using what I found as a FC, because that was what you did on Gaia Online. Art theft was unfortunately widespread and not recognized as theft. This is actually one of the reasons I eventually stopped using the website for RP entirely tbh, once I learned more about art theft and why it's a problem I wasn't able to strike a comfortable balance between "most RPs expect you to provide a picture of your character" and. Not committing art theft about it. Anyway, tangent!

And proto!Saejid's FC wasn't of Rezo btw, it was... Some white haired anime dude in a labcoat with a :| expression that I think came from a yaoi manga originally.)

Anywho I had this concept lying around and I remember we wound up discussing the concept of Dragonsbayne as a farming sim with the characters as marriage candidates, because I was playing a lot of Rune Factory 4, and for a protag I made up this gender-neutral design I called Luka...

don't ask me how the pattern on their scarf works And Luka I had the concept that it would turn out they would be an amnesiac homunculus, and so I figured I'd make up a character who would have been Luka's creator.

I remembered this vague concept I had still floating in my brain and, never one to turn down the opportunity to draw a bishonen, wound up designing Saejid.

I didn't get into Slayers, and Rezo, until late 2021- digging thru my files, it looks like Saejid's original concept art was drawn sometime in February 2020.

isn't the ms paint glorious

Anyway, Rezo and Saejid do have some noticeable similarities- both of them are "mad scientist" archetypes with kind of a "usually cool-headed intellectual" thing going on, and both of them are very manipulative characters. And also they're both anime pretty boys. So it's likely that there's going to be some more overlap in characterization when I write either of them.

That said they are actually still very different characters in my head! I think the key is in their storylines/motivations. Saejid is a character who starts out in a very good and secure place for him, personally, where he has power over other people and everything he needs and wants. When his world starts changing and the fae community starts opening up to other people, he panics and schemes and conspires to keep his position from potentially changing- even though his behaviour ultimately puts him in a worse place than he'd have probably wound up if he'd just gone with the flow.

Basically he's like a billionaire who's mad that he might have to start paying more taxes and giving his employees health insurance.

Rezo on the other hand... My personal take is admittedly controversial in the fandom but I see him as someone who has spent his entire life struggling in the literal and metaphorical dark under the manipulations of an outside force, fruitlessly pursuing something he thinks will release him from his own misery. He's someone stuck in a genuinely bad situation and trying ruthlessly to get out of it.

If I had to compare Saejid to a Slayers character... Rezo would be in there in terms of demeanor and methodology, but so would Halcyform and a touch of Hellmaster. But in terms of motivation Saejid's, I think, actually closer to being the Supreme Elder from Slayers TRY. He wants to keep a "safe" status quo and doesn't care who suffers because of it, as long as they aren't someone he sees as "his people." (And by the end maybe not even that.)

[cookieblobber]

The Dependence of Miles “Tails” Prower in Sonic Frontiers

Tails is probably the character that’s gotten the most flack for how he’s been written, but I think it isn’t exactly because he’s had it way worse than the other characters that I’ve talked about. Rather, it’s the one players had to put up with the most.

Personally, I wouldn’t say he’s been written poorly for years, mostly just being boring and kind of nothing besides “Sonic’s Sidekick™️”, (which I think is a flaw in it of itself but, we’ll discuss more later), which I think only gave Tails more expectations on how he should be written since well, he’s following Sonic in every game at all times, makes sense for him to not be annoying. It was until Lost World where issues really started to arise with his infamous demeanor towards Sonic because he wanted to have Eggman around to help stop whatever he created, and of course the infamous eye rolling angry groaning tired snoring depressed mourning moment in Forces

Tails folds like a lawn chair towards the weakest version of Chaos

I don’t think I really need to explain what went wrong with this scene, you’ve heard it a million times by now. Honestly though, there could’ve been a simple explanation of how because Sonic was gone, Tails completely lost all hope and confidence in himself since the guy who brought him that confidence was pronounced dead. I feel like that was the intention when Classic Sonic shows up and suddenly Tails is up ready to working with him and all but it was conveyed and presented poorly.

I know btw I keep referring back to Forces in these Frontiers character essays, but can you blame me? When the last big original title had a story that in concept should’ve created such wonderful rich storytelling and character interactions, only to be very mid and leave people with nothing satisfying or interesting story and presentation wise and reminding people how certain aspects of it have been done better in the past, of course I’m going to be compare it to the current game that actually attempts to have real genuine character moments and interactions.

Admittedly, making a long drawn out essay for Tails just like how I did with Amy and especially Knuckles won’t be easy, as there was how Amy’s character helps introduce a lot of what is there to come with the game, Knuckles had his own special animated short that took a whole section of his own to talk about, Tails is kinda just around. Now, that’s not to say this is the fault of the writers or something, it’s just a personal issue cuz I’m not the brightest person when it comes to making essays 😅

Regardless, I still have some stuff to say about Tails and what makes his arc probably the best out of the other two. Without further ado, we fast forward back into Frontiers era.

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Tails

is found in Chaos Island, the third island of the game. Same deal as last time, Sonic collected all emeralds in Ares Island, fought the big titan with the objectively best vocal track in the whole game, and upon heading to the next one, the emeralds get shot out of him and now it’s time to search for emeralds once again. With how Tails has always been the little bro sidekick that follows Sonic everywhere, it’s interesting how he’s the last friend you save. Beta content shows he was most likely going to be the first friend you meet up with in the game, but hey I already explained why Amy was the better choice in my essay on her.

This island btw, probably has had the biggest glow up ever out of the entire game when Update 2 came out. By the game’s standards, it was the least liked out of the whole game, as the whole mountain volcano setting created a lot of bumps which could lead to some janky physics here and there running around, but what was the main offender was how a lot of the little obstacle courses for memory tokens were 2D (personally I didn’t have an issue with it all, but I see why others did). But when the spindash introduced, oh my god Chaos Island went from being considered as the worst island of the game, to the best island of the game, as the spindash helped you easily fly around and make you really feel like you were in a playable Sonic CD Opening. And with the spindash’s new physics, it helped avoid a ton of 2D sections to reach the tokens; truly, replay this island in New Game+ with the spindash, if the whole game in general with the spindash isn’t convincing enough, Chaos Island will be.

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When you free Tails from his cyber capsule thing, Sonic starts clearly suffer taking in all that cyber energy. Tails’s intelligence (aka using big articulate words) and their big bro little bro dynamic immediately established, already reminding everyone what the usual pairing is like. Tails being a more cautious type of character, showing worry for Sonic’s physical state from all the adventuring he’s been doing, but Sonic says it’s no big deal. It’s easily noted Tails is a little bit bothered by something: as he points out how Sonic has saved him once again from some trouble he got into. It’s easily brushed aside as just some little pattern he’s picked up on, as he immediately drops his thoughts and is ready to try and return the favor.

I love these faces they keep making by the way, I really hope more expressions like these are made in the future 💀

After more lore discussion of the ancients later, we meet the main Koco of the island, being the soul of a little apprentice of an ancient pilot (I assume this pilot being one of the ancients who controlled the titans way back when they were defending their home from an unknown force), finding parts to finish building their weapons.

And like other Koco, it strikes a noticeable resemblance to the character following it, that being Tails; being the little mechanic of this piloting ancient who helps out in building machinery. If you recall, the Tornado (the plane Tails uses through the games) was originally owned by Sonic before he met Tails, and in later games like Adventure, Tails would modify it to become the Tornado 2 (though for some reason they went back on the design later on), he would also go on to help build other stuff for Sonic, like a Wisp Translator or a fake Chaos Emerald, to help out with his journey.

What strikes out the most in terms of similarities is how after retrieving parts for the Koco, it starts to get upset, with Tails explaining how the ancient they’re an apprentice of, being called a hero, hasn’t shown up yet. Tails, all of the sudden, trauma dumps brings up his crisis he dealt with back in Sonic Forces, where once Sonic was gone, he felt useless; this leading Sonic to be concerned about what he’s thinking, but Tails tries to change topic and focus once again on the matter at hand.

I think it’s starting to become obvious he’s trying to show he can be helpful to avoid feeling like he’s useless after what happened last time. However, as much as he tries, the seed of doubt continues to be planted into his mind.

Around one of the side story cutscenes, Tails asks Sonic if he’s able to change, explaining how in this cyber space state he was in before being freed, a copy of him was essentially chastising him about who he is as a person: being a follower who depended way too much on Sonic. This presumably seems to be Tails’ subconscious, his deeper feelings, messing with him. Sonic tries to tell him that whatever the copy said wasn’t true, as he’s seen him become more than a follower for him.

In the next main cutscene, he tells Sonic to help follow the Koco somewhere has he studies some ruins. Sage phases through and begins questioning Tails’ faith in Sonic’s ability to help make everything right again, asking if he really does trust Sonic with his life being in his hands. With him explaining its not faith, as he has all the evidence from past adventures to prove he can once again come out on top and save everyone. Sage is fascinated that he’s very loyal to Sonic and willing to trust him that much for a task so big, but like in the rest of the game, keeps taunting on the idea that everything he believes in about Sonic, the inspiration he’s had about him and what he can do will amount to nothing in the end. Tails gets worried and tries to ask more questions, but Sage’s inability to share info with the enemy team leads to her disappearing.

Now Tails isn’t just doubtful about himself, but he’s beginning to become doubtful about the person who has brought him the confidence way back when. If he can’t believe in Sonic, the guy who has helped him throughout in becoming a braver person…it ultimately starts to make him feel once again like how he felt when that guy who helped him disappeared back in forces: he starts to feel useless.

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And this right here, is where the best moment of the game happens.

Tails is following the Koco and Sonic, when he brings up a question. “Am I a burden to you?” Sonic, of course, doesn’t believe that one bit, and asks what’s making him feel that way. Tails starts explaining that any time something goes on, he runs away or stands back, leading Sonic to be doing all the work and rescuing him from danger, with him just always tagging along. This is an understandable concern, as if he’s always needing to be rescued by Sonic, he’s feeling as if he’s wasting Sonic’s time by having to take a detour to save him. Sonic refutes by reminding him of the times he’s helped Sonic or the world, taking on Eggman himself, saving Sonic from captivity in prison or from being captured by the Deadly Six.

Tails straight up admits, “then I’m wildly inconsistent!” However, Sonic reassures him of his powers, and that it’s ok to need help, as he’s still young learning how to fight on his own, with Tails accepting the response and deciding to keep moving forward.

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Now, why do I consider this to be the best moment of the franchise, and why do I consider this to be the best arc of the game?

As you can probably guess, this is such a vindictive moment for so many Sonic fans, as the biggest issue with Tails in Forces was how he immediately cowered in fear from being attacked. It wasn’t just that he curled up in a ball from Chaos 0, but as well as in the beginning of the game where as Eggman was about to attack citizens of Sunset City, he just starts backing up like everyone else until Sonic shows up. Not to mention after Sonic gets beaten down by Infinite and his clones, it’s presumed he ran away from everyone, leaving Sonic to be picked up by Eggman, not even at least telling the rest of the gang what happened as they don’t even know where Tails went after Eggman took over. While I had my complaints about how Amy and Knuckles didn’t really do anything very notable in Forces, for the most part they were ok. How Tails was handled however, as you can already tell, felt like character assassination in a way, and it’s extra damning as he’s basically around Sonic constantly compared to Knuckles and Amy. You can imagine how annoying it would get having to put up with Tails and his problematic characterization constantly if he’s supposed to tag along in every adventure.

They could’ve easily went about pretending Forces never happened, I mean if it was so disliked by many, no point in acknowledging it ever happened, but they do not shy away from the faults in Forces. And while it may seem like this whole thing just done to acknowledge what Tails did in Forces, you gotta understand: the issue of Tails being sidelined wasn’t just a Forces issue, it’s been an issue since arguably in Sonic Unleashed.

When was the last time Tails had a proper playing role in the mainline 3D games? Sonic 06. But after that, he was kind of just diluted as “Sonic’s Sidekick,” where yea he would help him out in stuff, but he was just…there. He would guide us around stuff but he never actively stepped in to fight with Sonic or stepped away from Sonic to do his own thing. In Unleashed, he was being surrounded by dark monsters, and Sonic came in at the nick of time to protect him. In Colors, he was just following Sonic with the wisp translator and pats himself on the back way too much in the final cutscene before endgame for having it. In Gens, he’s kidnapped with his friends by the Time Eater, and needs to be saved. Classic Tails even shows up with Classic Sonic, but he doesn’t really do anything to stray away from him either. In Lost World, he ends up building forced drama with Sonic wanting Eggman’s help in fighting the Deadly Six. In Forces…you can already guess. He has his appearances in box art and official renders and such, but he’s never playable and doing his own thing besides being right behind Sonic.

Again, he was there to help, sure, but he was always directly behind Sonic, without forging his own path of some kind. He was no doubt just viewed as “Sonic’s little brother sidekick” by the more casual players compared to Knuckles and Amy just being looked at his friends, and the franchise kept pushing Tails in that direction.

So you can probably imagine how many felt seeing Frontiers fully acknowledge how Tails is, like he stated, “wildly inconsistent,” and try to rectify things by not just having Sonic reassure Tails is capable of doing things, but reassuring to the players that Tails can do more than just be “in the sidelines.”

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The Koco they were helping finally completes it’s unfinished business, and it’s soul ascends, leaving it’s stone body behind. As Sonic and Tails watch, he assures Tails that he’s proud of him, and to not forget that.

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Later on, Sonic checks up Tails, with him feeling better. He surprisingly starts to explain that he wants to go on his own for a while after this whole adventure is over, in order to try and become more independent, showing that even with the help he gets, he wants to still try to face issues on his own. This is definitely setting up for an eventual Tails spin-off game but, who knows 💀

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With all that, this concludes my essays on Frontiers for now. These were all being made before Update 3 comes out (currently a few hours before it does), so who knows what it might introduce for these playable characters. I will touch on other characters like Sonic, Sage, Eggman maybe, eventually, but since Update 3 is looking to better realize the end game and have a better conclusion for the characters, it’s best I wait for a while for the full picture. If any notable additions are made on Sonic’s friends or just really explaining how their arcs are shown off in the final update, I’ll try to make a post about them. I had more planned like defending that infamous Rhea/Ouranous Island cutscene or discussing the final boss, but I got caught up with a lot of work lol

It’s been great seeing these characters once again taken with the seriousness that was needed in their writing, and trying to show how much they matter just as much as Sonic. And I absolutely cannot wait to see what else is in store for them in the future.

[ajulisz]

Yandere!Renata Glasc X Reader 2/2

Part 1

MC Pronouns: They/Them (but very little to mentions)

Pairing: Some Sevika x Reader and... well... very abusive and unilateral Renata Glasc x Reader

Content Warning: Non-con drug use, kidnapping, violence description, death (not yours)

A/N: I actually thought I posted this but then I saw it in my drafts when someone called me out and freaked tf out. I'm so sorry to everyone who was waiting, btw if I dont post the last part of something you can totally remind me of it or my bad memory will forget it bc the drafts part of tumblr are out of my sight (thanks ADHD)

~Read with caution, stay aware there might be warnings that I missed and if you see some, PLEASE let me know so I can add it to the list :)

After some people found out about you and Sevika, the ones who weren't scared of you for being "Glasc's protected" now were far away from you because of the 'Scary Lady'

Walking in Zaun could be a dangerous adventure, any wrong turn could be a death sentence

Far from what they thought, you didn't needed protection, living here your entire life gave you some skills that new-unadvised-comers would literally die for

But you didn't complain, it was good to walk home after a tiring day without anyone messing with you

Renata never made you stay past your shift, much less so late, and all the rare moments that happened she would always send someone or escort you to your house herself

This was an unspoken rule betweem both of you that was being flawlessly followed... at least until today

Miss Glasc was so occupied with paperwork that when you told her how late it was she simply dismissed you with a flicker of hand

Zaun's fog was more intense than usual, the harsh cold was slowly taking all the machines warmth away, so the livid streets where almost empty

When she was filled with work it was for the greater good to not bother her, principally for something as trivial as "I don't want to walk home alone", so you simply wished her a good night and left

The walk home was safer than when there was a whole bunch of people in the streets, but any moving shadow meant that your eyes needed to be more attentive

Your house had a brand new door since Sevika made sure to punch your old one just to demonstrate how fragile it was, so it also had a set of new keys that you still didn't quite knew how to sort out

You only stopped your tries when you heard a noise at the begging of your house alley where the principal streets met and jumped when someone grabbed your shoulders

"Hey, you're looking at the wrong way" Sevika's voice rang with a laugh when she realized how scared you where once you started trying to punch her

Apparently she got away from work just to walk you home but you were taking too long so she finished whatever she had to do for her boss, got food and now you both were sitting at the small stairs in front of your door while eating and talking.

You had completely forgot about how tired you where and didn't remember where you put your keys at the moment you finished.

Sevika was again laughing and looking around to see if you dropped it around when three figures appeared at the entrance of your street

They also tried to take their chance a million times against her, last time one of them made a scratch that drawn blood enough for you to be concerned with

Your girlfriend knew them, she knew they where just some street gang that robbed any unattended person and did some of Silco's dirty jobs when she was away

As always, none of them talked, only stalked toward Sevikas direction and smiled when she growled at them as a warning

You didn't understood the gravity of the situation until Sevika pushed you away at the same time that other people appeared closing the alley exit

It was in a blink of an eye that Sevika's mechanical arm started glowing and the first punch was thrown , but not in her direction, in yours

You loosed your conscious for a few seconds and only got up when you heard Sevika screaming at someone, you tried to move but three other guys were holding you in place making you watch Sevika trying to fight her way to you

One by one they where falling down in pools of blood but you could see that her energy and shimmer was also being drained since they broke the reservoir on her shoulder

You tried to fight, you tried to move, but they were stronger than you, your body shivered when she felt to the ground

It was over to her, she didn't got up when they punched her in the face again and you thought you were allucinating when you heard your bosses voice

Your scalp was hurting but still you managed to look up and see Renata making her way through the crowd of brutes, her smirk only flattered when she saw you and a low warning growl could be heard behind her mask

"I told you to not hurt them" the woman said while holding your face when they let go of you taking a few steps back "What did they did to you sweet pet? It's not gonna hurt anymore and they will pay, I promise"

Your eyebrow and mouth was bleeding from the punches they throwed at you and your head hurted from the impact with ground and with how hard they where holding your hair

When Renata words hitted their ears and they realized their head was in line the rest of them moved back, trying to find ways to escape

It was more than clear that any brusque movement was going to make Miss Glasc snap

You smiled at her, she always knew when to appear, when to help you but it got you of guard when she forced your mouth open with two pills down your throat.

Even through the mask you could imagine her wicked smile when she looked at the ones that tried to escape on the other end and moved her arm, knocking them out with the pile of bodies that she stacked

You started to feel numb to the point where you couldn't move.

Renata gently laid you down to finish her service, and with only one twist, her entire mechanical arm opened into a claw that elongated far enough to pierce one by one of the ones trying to escape

The sound of bodies pilling on top of each other and heads brutally hitting the ground when she receded her arm into its normal made you wanna throw up, but not even your stomach could make such a big move without your entire body having that awful freezing numbed felling

When Renata turned and started making her way towards you Sevika slowly got up from the ground spitting blood on one of the corpses that was next to her

"Don't you- Don't you fucking dare to to-touch-" She tried to speak but with every word a bloodied cough came instead of complete sentences

Renata tsked with a smirk stopping in the middle of the track and turned to face your girlfriend

"Or what? You couldn't even protect yourself, imagine them." She said slowly "You. Don't. Deserve. Them"

You couldn't move and all you could feel was the eerie cold air and your heart clenching when Sevika's stiff body was throw in front of you

In a fraction of seconds the woman modified arm extended again but this time to wrap around Sevika's throat

You could see the little oxygen that was left in her body leaving slowly while she still tried to fight the woman

"It's ok now darling, I'm here with you... No one else will try to hurt you or dare to take you away from me" Renata said while holding you in her arms, taking you away from your lover and from your life.

What once was her bright grey eyes - where you normally could see the entirety of a loving soul - was now unwelcoming to any kind of care.

She was dead.

Renata's plan may have been much more grotesque than what she wanted but at least, you where finally safe and with eyes only for her

[dev-fiction]

Are you still planning to do that oc weasley sibling fanfic? It's written on your bio so just curious , i love your writing style

i have been waiting for someone to ask me about that fic omg...

so, YES, i absolutely plan on writing the weasley sibling fanfic and in fact i would say that oc is hands down my absolute favorite of all my self inserts. im obsessed with her. i think about her DAILY.

(that's not an exaggeration either btw)

i have so many plans for that fic in particular, it's something i've been building up in my head for many years now. i already have quite a bit written out for it, but im not satisfied enough to post it. i still have lots of tweaking and i want a decent build up of chapters ready before i actually start posting - but, because i genuinely don't know when that will be, here's a small sneak peak. this is work in progress and it is subject to change and very likely WILL go through a few iterations before im happy. realistically? it will probably be years before the finished product is posted.

It’s the truth. Beyond the twirling rays of golden sunlight that dappled her memory in streaks of shifting-lavender she couldn’t recall what led her into the pond. 

It was a miracle, the healers had said, she was dead for so long…there appears to be no side-effects…

Even nestled within the warm confines of her mothers hug and her fathers teary laughs, even beyond the rambunctious energy of her many siblings and the knowledge that she was alive, she could feel a chill deep within her bones. A dread on the back of her neck, the feeling of eyes bearing down on her from the too dark shadows under the bed. 

She’d had trouble sleeping after that, for a long time. Whenever she closed her eyes the red glow of anothers stared back at her and left her gasping for air, choking on an imaginary sludge that worked its way up her throat in thick waves that often took on the form of her last meal. Her parents were patient with her, rubbing her back and comforting her through the long hours of the night. It was draining, she could tell, but they were nothing if not loving and with each comforter she soils there’s a drawn soapy bath and warm honey-milk waiting for her after. 

On the nights that are too hard, the ones where the shadows seem to sink into her flesh too deep, her mother snuggles up close and whispers to her legends of old, spinning tale after tale that she falls and falls and falls into-

Healing is a slow process.

She’s never quite the same after the experience, but she doesn't change entirely either. She still chases after glittering stars and beaming rays of light, she still dances with the leaves and twirling gusts of wind, but sometimes the edge of nothing-nothingness creeps beyond the whites of her vision and threatens to swallow her whole and all she can do is breathe deep and count to ten over and over again until it passes. 

[saibug1022]

The Westchester Woods

Word Count: 500

Pairing: None

A/N: I'm sure they're sick of it but another @itlivesproject fic. HEAVY spoilers for ch 17 of ILW btw. This is mainly me waxing philosophical about the Power but it's fun and short so.

The woods of Westchester were a strange place.

Some were drawn to them. To the mystery of the sounds at night, the calling of the energy within, the voices, and the questions it brought. Some shied away as if they could sense that which was calling to them was dangerously hypnotizing and perhaps not as benevolent as the liveliness of the woods would have you believe. 

But does all nature not possess such things? Is there not a mystery in every crashing ocean wave? Danger in every cave’s shadow? Calling in every storm? Purpose in every breath of life? Yes, while perhaps different in the woods, it was not these things that set Westchester apart.

The Westchester woods are poisoned by tragedy. One step inside and you can feel the pain in the trees, the birds, the monsters, and especially the shadows. Despite the rain and the animals and the winds constantly shifting the woods, the blood stains can never entirely be erased. 

Death has its home in the Westchester woods. The calling into the forest is not one of power or promise, but one of danger and unpredictability. There is no safe haven, no protection. You are the whim of the Power within. There is no fighting it. There is no running from it. 

Douglas Redfield. 

Josephine Vance.

Jane Marshall.

Javier and Guadalupe Flint.

Cody Jones. 

Valen Ebony.

For every name known, five more are undiscovered, their deaths counted as accidents, freak attacks. Their names are the only piece of truth to remain.

In one horrifying case, it is one name left behind. Athantis. All those who carried it were ripped from the world, consumed by the danger in the woods. One more tragedy, one more death, one more massacre.

And yet, when the screaming stopped, and the silence followed. When every monster left and every heart stopped beating, the Power lingered. It stayed in the air, in the sunlight, in the trees. It crept across the ground like a fog, creating frost and scorch marks on the grass as it passed. It was pure energy, yet somehow it was pulled somewhere.

It found a form. It found an identity. In the middle of death, the Power found life, found memory, found a name. The Power healed, saved, resurrected. The Power gained sight, gained blood of its own, gained a heart and lungs and a mind. The Power became something that day, something new, something kind. Something full of life and curiosity and love and pain, something the Power had never had before.

The woods above all are a breeding ground for mystery and for death. Those brave enough to investigate may find answers and wisdom they can never imagine. But digging too deep, finding the truth, may only bring pain. Yet a tragedy is a story after all, and the woods of Westchester have plenty to tell.

Perhaps the most interesting of all, is what happened when Castor Athantis woke up.

[opinated-user]

factchecking LO about her fatphobia

wrote her weight on her bio as a trivia fact. the bio very distastefully also makes a point to point that this (the only human plus sized character she has ever even touched) is the "heavist" she has made, only after a woman full of metal that doesn't exist on the same universe.

no other character in all pokemadhouse has their weight being given such an attention like this. no other character on any of her other project that i can remember right now had weight as part of their description at all. LO felt that mattered somehow only when the character was plus sized. in fact, it was important to know her weight and she was only the second heaviest character that LO wrote which... means actually nothing, considering all her other characters have basically the exact same body type, only discounting the very few buff ones who all look the same between each other anyway. read the first line too: the only reason Lacy exist as a character was because of spite and then LO has never done anything with this character again. i didn't even know what was the name of this character and i had to search for her, since LO has conveniently deleted the wiki from the sidebar on her attempt to ignore Violate and all the criticism it brought. i just had a vague memory of seeing another plus sized character somewhere, which stand out a lot when LO has never written anything like and hasn't since then.

to clarify: i never said that it was wrong to use the word heavyset to describe a character. i said that word shouldn't have been applied to Marah because it's definition has nothing to do with how marah is drawn. a heayset is supposed to refer to a character that is especially large because of a strong build. not marah, who only has hips and slighty thicker arms than everyone else. but it's interesting that LO feels so attached to that word to describe the only plus sized character who has appeared for more than two panels, even if it doesn't really apply.

nobody can look at this panel and think that the pokemon is supposed to be a "big girl". you can only fault MO's art so far because at the end of the day, nothing of what she draws gets done without LO's approval. this is a consistent issue with marah's proportions being all over the place, for one, and never being as "big" as LO make it sound like should be. why does this feel like she's trying to gaslight the audience about this? btw LO actually did what she set up to do. i went to confirm.

(i noticed too that carousel is not included as best friend on the list of LO, just MO... and yet LO still wants to use her to defend herself against claims of fetishizing black women. but that's not the point of this post.) LO didn't double down on this one and actually changed something. i appreciate that. good on her for taking note, even if she didn't actually adressed the issue. it would have been even better if she had never bring up her weight in the first place because it was entirely unnecesary and gross but i'll take what i can get. that is one point down.

2. how about calling marah "a round curse"? that's still there.

LO... likes to use very descriptive words when it comes to marah, doesn't she? she's a heavyset, she's a big girl, she's round. it doesn't matter if those words don't all mean the same thing or don't apply at all, LO wants them there. why is that? for the record, i'm not intending to imply any active conscious malice on any of this. it just feels to me like LO likely has some unadressed bias against fatness and that's why she can't bring herself to do anything else but this: think about their weight, words to describe how big they're, make "jokes" about them being round, comments about how heavy they are compared to everyone else. i do think she actually can't help herself without first adressing this bias she has. fatphobia is so normalized and there's so many misconceptions about it that requires active work to stop making those associations the second you see a person that is not skinny. once again, this is about a character that is entirely separate to how she's herself is portrayed so we can't really blame any ED on this. this is about how she's treating plus sized representation and characters that she herself made trying to create that representation, on Lacy's case intentionally so.

3.

LO very conveniently turned anon on again to send herself excuses for why she never says anything positive about "bigger girls". it's because everyone else is so unfair and LO can't risk it. she never saying anything positive about plus sized character or people is entirely the fault of everyone else, not her that has any very obvious and clear preference for skinny bodies. this is what rubs me the wrong way about LO making a huge deal about how she find "every body" attractive, and yet everything she does reveals where her true preferences are. i don't care about her preferences, it's the lying that gets frustrating to witness and her praising herself over finding "every kind of body" beatiful feels self-serving more than sincere. (btw people, including black people, were calling her out for fetishization because of her comments about how black skin was "inherently interesting" and could have improved a character she didn't like, plus at least one comic where rey has crushes exclusively on black women. as a response to the accusations LO brought up one of her exs, a black woman she's not even on friendly term anymore given all the signs LO has provided, as some kind of evidence of "i can't be racist, i had a black girlfriend!" there's more but that was the bulk of it.) (the response that MO made on that same post was disgusting but not the point of this post) i mentioned this on my other entries but to reiterate: even if LO had expressed she was attracted to a "bigger girl" that still wouldn't mean anything about she being fatphobic or not, just like dating one black woman doesn't mean that she can't be racist. the fact that LO think it does speaks volumes about how she can't view people outside of herself as people first and objects of desire second. they have to be turned into objects of desire because she can't imagine accepting people and celebrating their existance on any other way. if the only time you can say something positive about someone is when you're personally attracted to them... that's where the accusations of fetishism come from. because that's literally fetishization.

4.

this is just a lie, the kind that LO loves to make when she wants to deflect criticism. i dare anyone to look all over my blog and try to bring back to me any line where i even implied that. if you do find it i'll be sure to adress it immediately. i can bring you myself this in the meantime.

you can read the rest of the post yourself:

as a sidenote: nobody brings marah's "proportions" more than LO does when talking about marah at all. the line she choose to describe her on her own bio was a "round curse", that is the very first thing anyone will see when look at the bio's page and the one you'd assume was the most important thing to know about her. as far as LO's concerned, the fact she's "round", a "heavyset", a "big girl" is a lot more important for you to know as a reader than know about her personality, her interests or even her own history. (side sidenote: after being described as "heavyset", she's described as a sympathetic harasser who doesn't understand boundaries and doesn't care either, which is still gross and a bad character trait that seems like LO brought back from her pinkiepie's stockholm.) LO made an issue about marah not being skinny before anyone else did, before i ever made my post. it only got worse when i started looking more into pokemadhouse and saw how the other plus sized character was treated as well.