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batsvnte · 11 months

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𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: you seem to not get enough of these phone calls you’ve been getting from Wally. Not like how he’s acting recently

Warning(s): Obsessive behavior, cursing, reader is 0.01% away from breaking something, also hints reader is progressively getting sick, ooc maybe, not proofread

Song used: Telephone by Lady Gaga

Word Count: 2K

Notes: black gender neutral!reader (they/them pronouns) with lovesick! Wally. Here’s my go at the lovesick au heunehueeb— the color for the lyrics are killing me but it’s fine. Also decided to go for the second person to see how this works. Au belongs to @halohelene on tik tok, characters belong to @/partycoffin

Not that I don’t like you, I’m just at a party

You wished that you realized sooner.

The little signs that was being given off ever since that rainy day that occurred few weeks prior to what was happening now. You recalled how drenched everyone became since they were out in the rain. One of your neighbors, Wally Darling, specifically. Two days later is when it started showing physically since he was coming out to less and less. The everyone concluded that he was down with an sickness that Wally came down with.

Lounging around in your home without anything planned for the day as usual. Though part of you was reluctant to hear knocking on your door, or the phone's ringing. Waiting for someone to talk to you and drag you to bring them into their fun shenanigans they have planned for the day. You often shake away the thought, wanting the day to be by yourself as some way to recharge yourself due to your social battery being inherently low for the past couple of days.

You were broken out of your thoughts the moment the phone rang. You nearly shoot up right out of your seat before relaxing, realizing it might be one of the neighbors calling you. You suspect it would be Sally since she's been recently calling you a lot. For advice on the plays she has written and notes that she rambles to you about scenes. All the usual stuff that you and Sally would talk about for hours.

"Hello? (L/N) speaking." It was like an automated line that is always said whenever the phone was picked up by you.

No answer. You thought that it was some mistaken call that was directed to you. You were about to speak again before your voice was caught up in your throat.

"Hello neighbor.."

Wally's voice filled your ear. You haven't talked to him in a long while which surprised you in the slightest. Part of you was relieved that he was calling you.

"Hey Wally!" A smile spread across your face. "I haven't heard from you in a while. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm feeling great, neighbor." Through his monotonous voice there was some bit of comfort for him through those words. "I'm so glad you picked up. I've missed your voice."

Here was the start of what you thought was to be a short conversation. Chatting about what you were doing the past couple of days and rambling about your interests to him. He didn't have much to say but he made it known that was listening to every single thing you said. Wally would often times thrown in compliments which caught you off guard. Maybe this was the first sign you needed to know.

"Look, Wally I need to go." It was your third reminder to him since you realized how long you've been in the phone for.

"What about the story? Can you tell me more about it, please?"

"I'll tell you soon."

"But–"

You didn't hear the rest of what he had to say due to bringing the phone away from your ear while uttering a quick bye before hanging up. You let out a soft sigh, not realizing how late it's gotten. The sun was already at its prime of setting, revealing only streetlights as its main source to see the outside world clearly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you wondered what time it was. And how long you've been on the phone for.

And I am sick and tired of my phone ringing

Getting prepared for your night time routine you realized you weren't as tired as you thought to be. You just been staring up at the ceiling for the past consecutive hours of the night. You decided against your thoughts of attempted sleeping, getting up from your warm covers and into the chill air of your room.

You chose to do you hair, wanting a new hairstyle for yourself. Turning on some music just loud enough for you to hear only you started with plaiting your hair. You were somewhat aware of how long it would take, but it didn't matter. Just as long as you didn't sit around doing nothing without any ounce of exhaustion is something you didn't want to do.

Through the music you mindlessly part and plait your hair into tiny strands to make braids. You didn't realize how many you've done before you heard a noise. Slowly down your pace you glance to the radio that was carelessly tossed onto you bed. You've heard this song more than enough times to count the beats to the song.

Something about it was throwing you off.

Listening closely to the noise you've made a slow realization of the phone ringing. It was faint since the phone was in a completely different room but it felt like it was directly next to you. Questions starting to flood your mind as you finally finish the hair strands in your hand, directing your eyes over to the closed door of your bedroom.

'How long has the phone been ringing?'

It could've been minutes since the phone has been ringing. Getting a random call in the middle of the night scared you somewhat even though the phone line was directly connected to your friendly neighbors. You turn your head back to the mirror that you were seated in front of. It was better not to answer the phone right now since it was probably a random call accidentally made to you. But was it? You didn't know at all. You just needed to finish what you started.

After the final braid was done, you cleaned yourself up and flopped down on your bed. Barely missing the radio that tilted to the side due to your weight on the bed. Exhaustion finally caught up with you and you fell asleep.

Sometimes I feel like I live in Grandcentral Station

For the next couple of days was a never ending cycle for you. It weirded you out at first without any question. But the more you repeated the same action, it would just happen not even minutes later once you were away from it. Waking up to a mundane routine is something you wished for.

Wake up, get yourself breakfast, phone rings for several minutes, do you daily activities friends, get dinner, and go to sleep.

Wake up, phone rings for several minutes, get yourself some breakfast, the phone rings for an hour, do your daily activities, get dinner and go to sleep.

The phone rings for several minutes, wake up, phone rings for two hours, get yourself breakfast, the phone goes off, stay indoors, the phone rings, dinner, the phone rings, and go to sleep.

The phone rings again. The ringing was driving you insane. It was going on any time you were inside your own home. Whenever you went to another's house, their phone was silent as ever. Something that you had wished for. But it wasn't the only thing that kept you up late at night. You've been having conversations with Wally prior to the endless phone calls. Part feeling bad that he was still stuck in his home instead of being outside and spending time with the neighbors. You hadn't realize that his condition was getting progressively worse the more you kept talking to him.

Wally wanted to hear your voice more. He needed to hear you talk about whatever came to mind or was brought up. The sound of your voice was a melodious tune to him. Wally couldn't help it at all.

You wished you connected it sooner than expected.

And yet here you were. You were sitting down at the dinner table that was in your own home, your food gone untouched. You could only stare blankly at the plate in front of you knowing well that it's gone cold. Your eyes slowly drifted over to the phone that was resting on the counter. You had moved it during one of your calls with Wally so you can multitask: talk to him while making yourself something to eat. Easier and more convient for you, wasn't it?

It's been ringing once again. Your mind automatically thought it was Wally calling you again. It couldn't be anyone else to call you this late at night.

How else would he know that you tend to stay up into the late hours of the night. Or how you would wake up without a thought, doing whatever gets you back into exhaustion so you have more energy for tomorrow. How else could he know these details about you that you never mentioned.

You pushed the chair back without cringing at the screeching floorboard you caused it to make. You storm into the kitchen, opening various of drawers and digging through the various amount of supplies that you had stashed away. You were doing it aggressively to the point were you could've accidentally taken out an entire drawer. Pulling and slamming over and over again before you found what you were looking for. You scooped up a pair of scissors into your hands with the satisfaction of finally finding your desired item.

Pushing yourself away from the messy drawers and cabinets, you rush back over to the phone. You nearly knock over the phone which would've been desirable but it wasn't what you were aiming for. Going to the other side, you trace the long thin cable that connected your phone to the house, which gave access to anyone calling you. Finding no care for the length, you swiftly snip the cord in half.

An unfamiliar silence filled the room. Lowering your hands, you let one end of the cord slip through you hands and onto the floor. Relief washes over your body was you stand up properly. Sliding the scissors gently onto the counter. Turning away from the phone with no care what you're going to do with it. As long as it was silent, you were happy.

The phone rings.

You nearly snap your neck to look at the phone once again. Tou were thinking you might be imagining it all over again. The phone vibrates as the ringing starts up again. You were sure that you cut the phone line. What other cord could be connected to the phone.

'What the fuck is going on? Why is it ringing? How is it still ringing!? Just fucking stop!'

One thing led to another and you found yourself on the floor sitting against the wall. Viewing the phone that was at a distance due to it being knocked over by you throwing it at a nearby wall. It didn't break fully which made you more frustrated, but you didn't have anymore energy to deal with it. You were tired. You wanted it to stop.

"Now neighbor.. is that a way to answer a friend?" Wally's faint voice was heard through the phone, but you made no effort to get closer to hear him better.

"You destroyed your phone," Wally continues to speak with a loving tone in his voice. He sounds genuine, but you knew that there was another emotion present. "How can I be able to hear your voice if I can't call you.. Don't you think it would be better to visit me?”

You remained silent. Something about the suggestion was almost to good to pass up. It has been days since you’ve seen him, and you didn’t want anything more than to make up the lost time with the shorter puppet. But then again, Wally was sick and you weren't going to risk getting others down if you ended up getting sick as well.

You could only stare at the phone but you could feel Wally’s eyes focused on you. Eager for an answer.

Tonight I’m not taking no calls, cause I’ll be dancing

This is so messy omFG

I was working on another one au thing I saw on tik tok but somehow this au dragged me back here. I’ve been so stressed because of my grades and exams but writing this made me feel better at least. But like- you finna go see him or nah 👀

#ghouul #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home clown illustrations #apple to my eye 🍎#welcome home arg #ghouul writings #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #lovesick au #lovesick Wally darling #breaking phones isn’t fun wouldn’t recommend #songfic sorta #songfic #Wally darling x you #yandere wally darling

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jtl-fics · 11 months

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Fluent Freshman - Part 19

There’s a couple things about FF that might be good to know at this point.

1. There are few things in the world he hates doing more than asking for clarification or admitting he doesn’t understand / know something. The thought of going up to someone and admitting that he hasn’t perfectly comprehended the situation upon the first explanation is something makes his stomach twist like he’d just eaten Mango-Habanero ice cream.

He has figured out his own math theorems in the pursuit of not having to ask the math teacher to explain he doesn’t understand. He got lost in an Ikea once for over 6 grueling hours where he considered making a home there and living among the display rooms until his grandma grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to safety (the food court) and let him regain his strength (eat Swedish meatballs). He, to this day, is not sure about one of his foreign language friend’s names (how embarrassing he just keeps waiting for someone else to say it but they go by some insane nickname).

So he has become a master of piecing shit together on his own. He sometimes gets it wrong (Andrew, god how embarrassing) but for the most part 8 times out of 10 he can get to the right answer if he just has a couple pieces to work with. No one had ever actually explained to him how Exy works and he was too embarrassed to ask after the third week of practice in middle school so he just pieced together what he was and was not allowed to do through the art of trial and error. He’s even mostly pieced out the rules for the other positions.

So with the information he has gotten through people being bound and determined to talk in foreign languages in front of him he has an idea about the tenuous situation some of the older Foxes find themselves in.

He’s heard Kevin Day and Jean Moreau talk in French.

He’s heard that the anxiety in both of their voices as they talked about their futures and owing 80% of their salaries to the ‘Moriyamas’ and how nervous they were about getting on professional teams or else they’d be killed.

Captain Neil and Andrew are not always using Russian to talk dirty.

He’s heard Andrew soothe Captain Neil’s worries about playing for a professional team. He’s heard Captain Neil mention that at least ‘Ichirou’ would likely just kill him and not make a game out of it like his father did.

Organized Crime might have more to do with Exy than FF had originally thought.

(He had thought it. Plenty of times he had thought it but his Gran had warned him that he was overthinking things. That he wasn’t playing a sport invented by the Mafia. That he had caffeinated coffee instead of decaf. “It’s going to be okay sweetie. Just take a deep breath.”)

This leads into the second thing you should know at this point.

2. Before he had signed with Wymack he had known the broad strokes of Captain Neil’s life. There had been a lot of news articles about it and Gran (bless her) loved trashy gossip magazines.

After he had signed with the Foxes he had done a bit of a deep dive on as many of their controversies as he could find. There’d been things from brawls on the court (worrying), player overdoses (concerning), a straight up MURDER (Oh god), and the very public breaking of the King of Exy’s arm resulting in his suicide (Warranted, that wacko was going to take off Captain Neil’s HEAD.)

But the thing that had made him actually a little bit, dare he admit, excited to go to Palmetto was the fact that Captain Neil was there.

For someone who froze for almost a decade, who just took it and didn’t have the balls to even react? Neil Josten is an inspiration.

This is someone who got away, who lived a life completely unlike FF’s, someone who knew how to run and more impressively someone who learned how to FIGHT. Captain Neil was being hunted but he still ripped people to shreds in interviews. Captain Neil was probably more scared of the Butcher than FF had been of anything in his entire life but Captain Neil was way braver than FF could ever hope to be.

Captain Neil was taken and tortured but he still fought. FF had seen the scars and Captain Neil is right to wear them proudly (though based on some conversations he has unfortunately overheard he is sure Andrew may have a role in Neil’s positive feelings about them).

FF had thought that he was being lead to his death down in a basement of a club (Don’t cringe. Don’t cringe. Don’t cringe. Don’t-) and he just trailed right behind the two of them without even an illusion of a fight.

Neil Abram Josten was a bit of a personal hero.

He’s proud to call him Captain Neil. He wishes Andrew hadn’t been there when Greg had mentioned wanting autographs because FF wants an autograph from Captain Neil but now Andrew has probably mentioned it to Neil.

Long story short, FF had looked into a lot of details on Captain Neil’s case.

Including two of the Butcher’s top men who were still on the loose.

Romero Malcolm and Jackson Plank.

He keeps his presence low but no matter how many times he blinks the man grumbling in Italian next to him continues to be Romero Malcolm.

Moreover Romero Malcolm continues to grumble about the fact that he is having a hard time finding ‘Nathaniel’ and that he’ll have to grab one of ‘The Wesninski brat’s friends’ to draw him out.

FF is a recently confirmed friend of Captain Neil.

FF who is standing next to this man, with his dick out, and trying to remain as invisible as possible.

After two shakes (Yes he was watching but only because he had to! He wonders briefly if he goes to the FBI if they would accept a description of Romero Malcolm’s penis for the wanted poster? Probably not but it is BURNED into his retinas.)

He watches as Romero tucks, zips, and then bypasses the sink entirely.

FF shivers at how unhygienic that is. Who RAISED him?

The door shuts and FF needs to get out of here ASAP but his hands are shaking with the sudden adrenaline of ’One of the FBI’s Most Wanted just took a piss next to me and is looking for me friend’. He pulls his phone from his pocket and ducks into one of the stalls. Even if there’s no door it’ll at least FEEL a little safer, a little more private. He needs to warn Neil, Warn Andrew, and warn-

The door to the bathroom SLAMS open and music blares in (palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy-) and his phone slips out of his hands and into the toilet. There are footsteps coming towards him and FF digs deep.

He’s in ultra stealth mode. He is the wall behind the wallpaper. Mantis shrimp can only dream of the color he becomes, the United States military have the CIA on the look out for him because he’s fallen off all conventional forms of radar and tracking.

He is a bargain fruit platter on a dessert table at a kid’s birthday party.

He is ULTRA stealth.

Romero’s gaze glides over him.

Then the man leaves (STILL DID NOT WASH HIS HANDS).

His heart is hammering in his chest but he manages to reach down and grab his phone. Well, Coach Wymack had gotten the extended warranty at least. (“Do you know what these fuckers do to phones? Josten crushed his last year in a fight with the Baseball team captain.”)

His phone’s extended dip into the toilet water had not done it any favors in working properly.

Well fuck.

He wipes his phone down the best he can. He wipes his phone down with some toilet paper before cramming it into his pocket (Sorry Nicky, he’ll wash the toilet water pants if they survive).

He sees a flyer on the wall of the bathroom and starts to think of a plan.

He rushes out of the bathroom (he still washes his hands because he will not have something in common with a man on the FBI’s most wanted list and he just dipped his hand into a CLUB TOILET) and clocks Nicky’s wild arm movements and WORSE clocks Romero just 10 clubbers away.

He sees Romero’s eyes lock onto Nicky and a smile that terrifies him.

He’s out of Ultra Stealth Mode even if every atom in his body wants to run.

He is so stressed and panicked that he has gone beyond his body’s ability to process that so all that is left is determination. He’s got a head full of a half-baked plan, a hand going to his pocket, a second hand on the only ‘weapon’ he has on him, and a stomach full of acid.

He’s pulling his phone out of his pocket before he can really let himself think about it and walking up next to where Romero is standing. He holds his toilet water phone up to his ear and does the one weird social anxiety thing that he had never done before.

He pretends to be on a phone call.

“Hey Captain Neil,” he says and in the corner of his eye he can see Romero’s gaze shift from Nicky (surrounded by an adoring public, covered in sweat and therefore difficult to grab - a difficult target) to himself (alone, shorter, and probably looking like he’s about to pass out). “Yeah I think I’m going to take a break outside after I grab quick drink and then a water at the bar.” He says because he has to be the easier target and he has to go to the bar. “Yeah, yeah, okay I’ll mention it to that bartender guy.” He says and pretends to hang up.

He turns and he walks towards the bar and feels his pulse in his throat go to the beat of the music (success is my only motherfucking option, failure’s not).

He only knows about the alley because in the car ride to Sweetie’s Nicky had mentioned that he wouldn’t let FF’s first time be out there. He had been embarrassed but it was the only way he knew to get Romero out of the club and away from where he could hurt Captain Neil or anyone else in the pursuit of that.

He spots the bartender who had gotten the drinks for their table and his mind completely blanks on the name but the bartender sees him and smiles. “Oh you’re Neil and Andrew’s new friend! What can I help you with? I thought you were-“

“Hi, yes I am Captain Neil and Andrew’s friend.” He says a little loudly because he can feel Romero behind him and he does NOT want the man to know anything about where Captain Neil was.

“Captain Neil? Oh wow that’s adorable.” The man gushes. “What can I help you with? I won’t ask for ID for one of their friends.” He winks.

“I’d like to order the uh…” he tries to remember the exact drink name from the flyer, “…the deluxe chocolate martini?” He asks and knows he got it right when the bartender’s expression shifts ever so slightly.

“Oh yeah, how do Andrew and Neil feel about that?” He asks and oh great a coded conversation. It’s nice to actually be having a real one of these for once instead of just perceiving normal conversations to have hidden meanings.

“They don’t know. They probably prefer that I order it instead of Nicky or Aaron.” He lets his eyes dart to the wide where he believes Romero is watching him.

“I don’t know if that’s true.” The bartender says, “Nicky knows how to handle a drink and Aaron’s not a lightweight either.” He adds.

FF struggles to find a coded way to say ‘It’s not that someone’s hitting on me too hard like the flyer mentioned. It’s that there’s a mafia hitman in your club.’

Finally after a moment, “It’s not the usual kind of drink they get.” He tries and the bartender looks confused by the statement, dammit. He struggles to find a different way to say it before the bartender smiles.

“Y’know you’re really cute.” He reaches under the bar top and grabs a piece of paper and a pen. “How about you write down your number for me cutie? We can meet up sometime.” He says. “I’ll get started on that chocolate martini for you.” He says.

HE COULD KISS THIS MAN.

“I’d like that.” He says.

He writes out a quick message on the small note paper.

‘Armed. After Neil. Looked at Nicky. I’m going to the back alley. Phone is dead.’

The bartender comes back and looks at his note. “We’re out of chocolate martini mix, can I get you something-“ He hopes the club lighting obscures how pale the man got, “something else?” He asks and FF can SEE his pulse.

“Can I just get some water then?” He asks.

The bartender nods and pulls up his phone and hopefully is dialing the police and hands FF a water. His hand grabs hold of FF’s “You don’t need to go out into the alley. You could hang in the backroom with me?” He offers.

There really are some kind people in the world.

“I think it’s better if I’m not in here for a bit.” He says back and honestly he needs this kindness and he has a spare bit of courage, “What’s your name by the way? Sorry I missed it.” He says.

The bartender swallows, “It’s Roland.” He says.

“Thanks Roland.” He twists the cap off of the water bottle and takes a sip.

He turns and pretends not to notice how Romero is trying to be inconspicuous pretending to be on his phone.

He makes his way over to the alley door and notices that Romero is tracking his movements but is not following him like he did to the bar.

His heart is pounding and he can’t BELIEVE he’s doing this. He wants to run, wants to hide somewhere, wants to become imperceptible but…but…

He opens the door to the alley as the bass of the remixed song finishes.

(You can do anything you set your mind to, man)

He lets the door slam behind him and he is alone in the alley.

He was not expecting a van to come to a screeching halt in front of the entrance and for a different face to appear climbing out of the car.

Jackson Plank.

FF looks at the ugly smile on the man as he walks towards him with a knife in hand.

Okay now what genius?

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

5/26/23: EDITED. Can’t believe I forgot to put the Captain in front of Neil’s name on the meme. I’m blaming the accidental early awakening.

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The requests to be added to the tag list keep being spread out across a few different areas. If I missed you please just ask again in the replies I promise I just missed you.

As stated before if you’re up here and I spelled it right but you didn’t get a notification there might be something switched around in your settings that won’t let me tag you properly?

Lillyndra it worked this time!!!

#Fluent Freshman AU #Is it a songfic chapter if it's only 3 lines? Experts aren't sure #Did I listen to lose yourself a lot while writing this chapter? Perhaps #If Nora mentioned something about Jackson or Romero in her extras I did not read it #Also gonna be honest here and state that I forgot the likely year that AFTG happened in and this is happening in 2010 #So I guess this AU also involves a slight time shift #Andrew and Neil may have gotten lost in one another's eyes a bit down in the speakeasy #Really they're just being polite to get all of their PDA out of the way while FF is taking what might be the piss of a lifetime.#(They have no idea how accurate that might be)#Andrew is all set to kiss one of his favorite of Neil's freckles (yes he has ordered them from favorite to lesser favorite)#Then his phone goes off #He looks and it's Roland #Andrew: WTF is Roland trying to call me?#Nicky is busy being the Dancing Queen. If someone plays ABBA he will absolutely scream rn #I had considered a whole sequence of FF trying to get Nicky and Aaron to the safety of the backroom in Eden's #And Nicky just keeps reappearing on the dancefloor while FF is looking for Aaron #I was gonna use that simpsons meme where Moe throws out Barney and then Barney is just right back in the bar #But it got a little too crazy #But just know in this AU Nicky is canonically an excellent escape artist #Maybe Erik went through a bit of a magician phase and Nicky was DELIGHTED to be asked to be his assistant #Maybe that's how they got together #The inherent ROMANCE of magician and assistant #I don't remember if they ever really said in the books or nora's content #If I'm rambling because I forgot to shut off my alarm (Memorial Day 4-day weekend baby)#The fate of FF's phone may have been caused by some slight anger towards my own #RIP FF's Wymack phone (July 2010 - November 2010)#AFTG #AFTG AU #Andreil #FF - Pt.19

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fuedalreesespieces · 2 months

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doesn't it just suck when your ex girlfriend gets revived and she's literally and figuratively falling apart

#once again on my au kikyo bullshit #the first part of her to fall off her clay body is her eyes #so there's just a hallow cavern/spiral niche left behind #and the dialogue is just me making another symbolism sandwich lmfao #the leaf was in her hair before but I forgot to add it in this time whoopsss #also don't ask abt the anatomy i'm drawing on my phone screw anatomy #inuyasha #inuyasha a feudal fairy tale #kikyo #kikyo inuyasha #kikyo fanart #au kikyo #please don't tag this as inukik

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skitskatdacat63 · 1 month

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"Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily."

+ process(tw blood)

Also, look at him, bloody little guy 🥹

This drawing was inspired by several matador pics :D here and here:

^ I don't think I'll ever live up to the second one ah. There's several pics of that specific guy just soaked with blood, and I'm uh a bit obsessed with then ITS FUCKED UP I KNOW OKAY! But I've not drawn blood in a while so it was a bit difficult so I added less than I would want to I guess. Also I'm obsessed with how often they kneel in bullfighting?? Like okay who are you arching your back and spreading your legs for-

#ah not 100% sure abt this one but i think i still like it!!!#i was practicing matador poses during the wknd and im like yeah should prob paint one #and then it felt like all the energy left my body djfkkglg i was like ugh how do i paint again?????#mostly: just really wanted to draw him bloody #i love how every time i draw him in ferrari colors its just the most eye bleeding thing ever #my eyes get too used to it on my ipad's display and im like aw this isnt red enough :(#and then i transfer it to my phone and it feels like the red suddenly is hurting my eyes even worse djfkkglg #im glad the blood turned out well. i honestly think it was probably easier bcs the clothes are red already #but yes yes suffering ferrari nando. hes my comfort character atp 😭😭#perfect catie drawing: depressed ferrari fernando. blood. napoleon quote #anyways yeah lmk! i think it looks okay?? idk i think i just love the first 2 matador drawings i ever did #and its very hard to live up to them. but whatever. we move on #im glad i did a more complicated pose at least ?????#also god i was somewhat annoyed w his face and then i redrew his eye and it was like OH OKAY suddenly good okay #tw blood #<- i would put this drawing under the cut but like. my blog i do what i want and i want to draw blood #i used to draw bloody stuff a lot more but ah idk less opportunities now sjfkkglg so it was kinda nice #catie.art.#f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #matador au

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sracha · 9 months

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lol

#rosebird #strqrock au #if you squint .#hello everyone. saw jesus today. enjoy the silly sappy rosebird!!#running out of captions thog don’t care. woman are my favorite guy ❤️😎#fighting a very perilous battle with backgrounds rn if I die I dieeee #oh my god i forgot. okay brown eyes summer in this. finally some colored contacts....THEY ARE PRETTYYYY OKAYYYY #‼️‼️‼️💣🔨#the babygirlyest raven ive ever drawn i fear...(worst thing ive ever said)#they just had the most embarassing phone call so bad that raven turned the weather channel all the way up so no one can hear her scream #“’YOU WANNA WHAATTT‼️“’ like yeah bro go crawl up to her window for a kissy rn… or I will >:|#or get your spine rearranged idk mannnn GET OVER THERRREEE!!!

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nympippi · 1 year

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Next up is Finn Blake, our resident final boy, baseball player and resident necromancer!!

I was really worried I made Finn look too old for his age as a 13 to 14 year old, but I decided to just go with it because I already headcannon Finn as really tall so if he looks older I’m really sorry,

But anyway, in this au Finn is a necromancer (and later I’ll have to outline the rules and logics behind this) but after his kidnapping and him killing the Grabber he gained a lot of confidence and self worth.

I headcannon that before the reason why Finn never really stood up for himself was because he was scared and that he felt it was just better to take it than create more trouble as he has seen what standing up to an abuser does (I.e. the scene with Gwen and her dad.) he felt it just wasn’t worth it to get hurt more for being defiant.

And sadly only after his kidnapping, realized that he can’t do that anymore because being complacent in one’s abuse isn’t worth it, that it’s better to be loud and defiant then to just keep taking the punches.

However no matter how confident Finn is now he still has trauma, he never lets any of the ghost boys leave anywhere alone and neither does he, he always manages to keep a baseball bat on his person, and lastly the night terrors.

Finn has nightmares of those dying, he dreams he never left that basement, that Griffin and Robin and all the boys were still dead, he dreams of the Grabber somehow learning about Gwen and killing her. It scared him, it leaves him rushing into one of his siblings rooms to check on them.

And Finn is also the resident shoulder to lean on, he gave the boys life again and saw them at their literal lowest and saw their traumas laid out, the boys trust him a lot. For some it’s easier to come to him but for others it’s harder and Finn knows this because somehow he can always tell.

Overall Finn is a clever, sweet, confident young kid who tries to help the people he cares about.

#pippi art #the black phone fandom #the black phone #the black phone fanart #necromancer finney au #finney blake #tbp finney #finney blake fanart #also Finn getting a letterman was for cool purposes #he also has a spade patch on his right shoulder for Vance to match. Because Finn sewed the patch on Vance’s own jacket!#Finn also got Bruce a letterman as a gift!#I’m gonna add more patches to represent the boys #like maybe a plant one for Griff. and a green baseball for Bruce #A Red Robin for Robin. and a hand-made newspaper patch for P.B.#and an eyeball or tarot cards for Gwen #if you can’t tell Finn is my favorite along with Griffin #also Finn might just be a pitcher but he’s still got a damn good arm that can pack a punch/ swing #Finn’s eyes glow in the dark just a little btw. like idk why I chose yellow but lol #he’s my special boy and I love him #also!!! Blake sibling friendship bracelet!!#like this kid only had one real friend and he gave him the motivation to kill a man you really think he wouldn’t give his entire self for #the rest of the boys.#paperboys next btw!#I’m planning on showcasing how the boys all bond with Finn and how well they mesh together…almost like fate!#also yes I know Finn was scared of Vance but I bet my bottom dollar if Finn didn’t know Robin he’d be scared of him too #I have a lot of thoughts about Vance. Finn. and Robin #Finn is the therapist friend that desperately needs therapy but also refuses to go to therapy because he thinks his experience #‘wasn’t that bad’ like no bby…

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l1ght-n1ghts · 3 months

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Some general Cesar and Mark designs for reference for myself mostly! Some Revenant AU specific refs for Cesar below!

Second image is more for concepts. Pretty simplistic “alternate form” so far in the story, but in the future he will become so much more fucked up. Sorry 💔 Mark also doesn’t get an additional ref bc he looks the same, but maybe with even more severe eye bags.

#the mandela catalogue #cesar torres #tmc cesar #mark heathcliff #tmc mark #tmc au #tmc revenant au #light’s art #light’s fics #body horror #chromatic aberration #eye strain #ART STYLE JUMPSCARE. sorry if you expected more paintings #they are HERE and they are REAL.#enjoy them.#so normal about them. btw. yes the bracelets being swapped between their hands are intentional.#if the colors are weird sorry. phone and tablet are so desynced it’s not even funny

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surelysilly · 11 months

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may 31st: free

i’ve been goin’ through somethin’

lost in the universe, lost in the universe (don’t lose faith)

Chapters: 1/6

Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jason Todd, Various Character(s), Original Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Older Danny Fenton, Underage Drinking, Batman: A Death in the Family, Timeline What Timeline, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Mild Language, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Non-Graphic Violence, Heavy Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Episode: s02e08-09 The Ultimate Enemy

Summary:

Most people would describe Danny's current trajectory in life as a classic case of a downward spiral.

It is, unfortunately, not an unfair assessment, but hey.

Rock bottom is a solid foundation to build up from, right?

#dpxdc #dpxdc fic #dannymay2023 #cw eye strain #batpoopart #batpoopwrite #16k later i end up drawing some art to go with this smh #something of a mix up of some days like blame nasty burger maybe monster and a touch of ghost speak #time to disappear back into the void until the next wild burst of inspo #just some older danny doodlesss #i like to think he stayed short but got kinda wide like jack for this au #buff lil manlet skjdfhksdfh #anyway ignore me but heed the tags!!!#that's a gargoyle btw #and these are phone bgs!!#litu au

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xolborsaysstuff · 2 years

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A sight for sore eyes/a break for broken eyes. | EYE phone AU part 11 (haha bet you weren't expecting this(( you probably were)) )

Mephone sat on the couch after OJ let them in, silently regretting every choice he had made almost ever. someone should really make a word for the mix of feelings that he was going through. He sighed leaning back into the couch cushions he had been lead to earlier.

Mepad had been standing by him ever since they'd gotten here until he had shoo-ed them off (despite wanting them to stay) so he was now alone in the quiet room, having to replay the memories of what had gone down in his head like the world's worst podcast.

Who knew what the contestants were thinking now, his stupid outburst had ruined everything, and now they knew at least a half of what he had thought, if they hadn't thought of him as a pathetic and selfish person then, that rant had probably changed that.

Mephone wasn't sure what had even happened back there. At first he hadn't been able to refocus and actually pay attention to recollect his thoughts, but… After that moment, right before he made Mepad teleport them, he remembered how he had said a word he couldn't quite place, and after he had said that he didn't exactly remember what had happened, just what he had felt during it.

Even now he couldn't quite place everything he had felt, but he did remember that he had felt tired and in pain, he had felt desperate for something, he had felt selfish and like he was cornered, and then he was back, the feelings had drawn themselves back into his mind, leaving only unwanted bits and pieces to recall what was wrong with him.

What if it was good he didn't remember, though? Maybe he wouldn't like remembering any of that. Maybe it was too horrifying.

Maybe he should just forget-

"Mephone?" Asked a voice that made him jump, ending him up on the floor in front of the couch. "You okay? you were shaking. "

Mephone scoffed, trying to act like he wasn't shaken up at all. "I'm - fi- fi-fine-…" He clapped a 'yes' to the person that was probably OJ (having had explained the way of communication to the cup when he realized the hotel manager hadn't understood why he was applauding him for asking a question when they had first arrived. )

"Well, okay then… So, if you don't mind me asking, can you tell me about the cracks? " OJ wasn't informed on much about the situation as far as Mephone was aware, but of course he knew as little as everyone else did about the cracks across the phones screen, it still a aggravated Mephone to no end to be asked about it again despite not knowing where he got it though.

'Actually, I DO mind.' He thought to himself, but merely clapped 'no' in annoyance, with a glare towards nowhere in particular behind the flag.

"Oh, alright then, well, are you… Adjusting okay?" "Wha- a-a- [what] what?"

OJ paused, most likely thinking on how to explain himself. "What I mean is, are you dealing with the situation okay? It seems to have been pretty tense from what I heard, plus I think you need to have time to cope with the loss of your sight, right?"

Mephone reached up to the blindfold in an offended and defensive manner. "No I-I-I- [no I] do-don't! I'll be- be- be- fi- [doc-] fi- fine, I ca-can just go-go-go- go to Test-…" No, he couldn't go to Test tube, never again, not after being tracked. "..A [don't-] doctor or something- some- something." He said, attempting to shove the strange worry out of his mind. He had admittedly previously thought about this before, but had decided to pretend it wasn't an issue.

"…Mephone, I don't know how you work but doctors haven't really found a way to cure blindness…" OJ said carefully. behind the blindfold Mephone scowled. He was aware of what doctors were, and they probably did have something to fix him, anyways. (He knew better, but he just couldn't accept it.)

OJ seemed to think for a moment, "You could talk to your crea----]"

"NO!" Mephone cried out without thinking, not even being sure as to what OJ said or why he objected, but whatever it was it left a feeling of dread in him, similar to Test Tube's lab.

After a moment Mephone realized he probably should say something to make the outburst less awkward. "Just-.. No, there's- there- there's pro- or- probably a doc- [probably a] doctor some- somewhere that can [a doctor-] fix-fix this. " he explained while trying not to get too angry at his own stuttering, crossing his arms and hating the brief silence before OJ spoke again.

"…Alright, well, you and Mepad can stay here, though I'm still confused on why you even came, I mean Mepad said you were saying some weird stuff-"

"Wait, r- r- rea- [wait-] really?" "Yeah? Do you not remember?"

Mephone hesitated. "W- what- did- I- [what did] I sa-say? I alre-ready- know, of- [what did I] course, jus- just won- wonder-…" Mephone stopped talking, resisting the urge to yell.

"Not sure, you can ask Mepad, they said they didn't want to talk about it without your permission so you're going to have to ask them yourself apparently." OJ explained. Mephone hummed in acknowledgement but was now barely listening, his mind focusing on worrying.

So he HAD done something during the small missing part of his memory, and if Mepad heard him everyone else must have as well. something he'd been suspecting to be true but quietly hoping for it not to be. He groaned and pressed his hands onto where his eyes would be. Because of course everyone but him got to know what he said.

"You okay?" Mephone clapped another yes despite it being an obvious lie, but OJ didn't pester him over it. "Well, alright, do you want to go talk to Mepad?" Mephone hesitated, but eventually clapped yes.

Maybe he'd remember for a little while longer, unless everything went haywire.

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Test tube had no idea what to do, everything had gone wrong so fast! And it was just so- She didn't even know.

The situation was a big reminder to the fact that if something happened to Mephone again and they weren't able to fix him, they wouldn't be able to be recovered. She wasn't sure if she could find a way to even bring back his powers, and with him running off it just added even more worrying to the pile.

"…golly." She said, unsure what to even say, and Nickel didn't seem to appreciate that.

"Really? Golly? Is that all you have to say? Our host just ran off!" Nickel glared, and lightbulb spoke up.

" Nickel the shows like, on hiatus, and Mephone leaving to go cool down doesn't really hurt us, so what's even the problem?"

"Are you kidding me?!? The show'll be on hiatus for even longer if we don't do something! Can't test tube at least try to find him? She's got a tracking device on him!" Nickel said, and Test Tube sighed.

"I haven't even checked if he took it off, yet! And besides, I doubt he trusts us anymore, at least not enough to come back willingly."

"Wait, why not just turn him off and on again? Didn't that work last time?" Baseball suggested.

Test tube blinked, and almost considered agreeing, when she remembered,

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"I… Understand the concern, miss test tube. If we bring him back, and he continued to lash out, you… may return him to this state until we can figure out a way to calm him down. " Mepad stated

"But please do not start working on him until he is awake and able to give his permission." Mepad said, and Test tube nodded.

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"...I promised Mepad I wouldn't do anything without getting Mephone's consent, anyways, and I intend to keep my promise." The tube crossed her arms as she said this to show she was dead serious.

"Ugh, fine, whatever, be unhelpful." Nickel rolled his eyes. "Hey, you could be a little less rude, you know! you're also responsible he left anyways." Test tube accused, though she definitely felt partly at fault, she recognized that Nickel was also slightly to blame too.

"Hey, it doesn't matter who's fault it is. what matters is that we can't continue until Mephone is fixed! "

"The show doesn't matter right now when the situation is much more serious, nickel! Mephone went missing and came back blind and barely able to utter a word without stuttering and for some reason he can't even remember Cobs!"

"Cobs…? What, like his creator? The one who turned out to be not so great?"

Test tube paused, she had thought about it a bit, but had gotten distracted by everything else that was going on.

Why had Mephone forgotten Cobs specifically? And why had he forgotten at all?

Test tube hummed as hypothese buzzed in her mind. "Hm… Might be best to think about it a bit more, but we can't assume anything right now." She said more to herself than anyone else.

She'd be able to learn the truth eventually.

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Unbeknownst to them, Mic and taco were having a very odd conversation.

"I believe that it might have something to do with him, yes. It's very clear to me as I think more on this, honestly." Taco told Mic, "The hot air balloon looks damaged almost beyond repair, too. I think I can figure out what happened, and maybe we can even get the show back on the road by fixing Mephone."

"But you know what Test Tube said-" Mic attempted to object but was met with disagreement. "Mephone doesn't know what's good for him, the grief of losing his sight makes him practically incapable of making any rational decisions, and plus he loves running the show, so we would be helping him and everyone else in the end, I promise." She reasoned, and Mic realized that the british mexican food did have a point.

"…Fine, what do you need me to do?"

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Mepad sat in the room, it was a simple bedroom with two beds and nightstands to accompany them, and not much else, but it was still very nice, and it was very quiet at the momeby despite the amount of residents living in the hotel, allowing Mepad to rest for a moment before they heard the sounds of footsteps coming down the hall.

"…#£pad…? " Mepad could hear Mephone call out before OJ had even swung the door open, Mephone trying to get into the room as fast as he could. "Ah, sir, welcome back. I apologize if I was crowding you earlier." it's- it's- i- it's fine, #£pad. " Mephone reassured, and OJ cleared his throat. "Alright, I'll be nearby, you can call if you need anything." The hotel manager said as he left, receiving a polite 'thank you' and a few claps of acknowledgement from Mephone.

"So, uh, he- hey- he- [so] hey #£pad…" Mephone started, not sounding very sure of himself. Mepad decidednot to question him as they simply responded, 'Sir? It's quite alright if you want to talk if that's why you're hesitating." Judging by the look on Mephones face, Mepad had gotten it exactly right.

"Uh, wh- what- wha- what does [what] the- e- r- roo-r-room look-.. " The host stopped his sentence when there was enough for Mepad to understand it. "The room is quite a nice and simple one, sir. There is a bed for you to your right if you take a step forward and put your arm out to find it. " Mepad said as Mephone muttered his stuttered thanks, locating the bed and climbing up onto it to sit at the end.

"#£pad… D-did- di- [#£pad] did I sa-say- say any-an-anything… Weird, bef- [anything weird] before we g- got here? "

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End.

anyways instead of writing that conversation right now when I'm about to go to church today and it's 5:40 am I'm leaving that for later, as in next chapter.

It's the last day of disability pride month, so this is the perfect time to post this!!!!probably!!!! Happy disability pride everyone!!!! I was so nervous of not finishing this by the end of the month because I wanted it to be a gift for this month but I pulled through!!! shout out to Gemdra (too-many-hyperfixations) She helped me out a lot by giving me little nudges into writing again when I kept stopping so she's basically responsible for the update!!!

Next chapter I have planned is… Wellll you'll see it when I post it (evilly grinning as I say that) I don't have the entire thing written out ofc I just ken what I'm going to write for it.

Sorry this chapter is so short, I've been feeling kinda weird lately but I'll get better eventually maybe, also I've been working on a lot of other things too (I have so many w.i.ps send help) I even made an ask blog with Battery-O but anyways hope you enjoyed this, have a good one!!!

-Xol.

#ii mephone4 #inanimate insanity #eye phone au #xolmumbles #ii contestants #ii mepad #ii OJ #ii taco #If you're wondering where Toilet is #Toilet ran off trying to go find Mephone4 #he'll likely be back ofc #probably #tw eye trauma #tw steve cobs #I mean like he's mentioned slightly

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