[ID: Devil May Cry 3 fanart. Two digital artworks in warm beige and green tones. First one depicts Kalina Ann with her few years old daughter. Kalina Ann wears a light green tunic with white skirt and black boots. Her daughter wears a beet red dress on suspenders and red shoes with white socks. They are viewed from above. They are lying in a field of grass. Kalina Ann with a soft smile looks at her daughter laughing next to her. She holds her daughter's hand lightly, and her daughter holds hers aswell as an orange teddy bear. The drawing is encased with a simply drawn beige frame with scribbles of flowers.
The second picture depicts young adult Lady sleeping in a grass field next to her bazooka. Her eyes are covered by her hair. She smiles lightly through her sleep. The drawing is encased with a drawn beige frame with a bit differently scribbled flowers. End ID]
A moment of respite
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Like I know it's self indulgence but it'd be so funny to see a full kardashian style Brucie Wayne, spoilt playboy prince of Gotham, local sunshine idiot on the front page every other week for darwinian levels of idiocy or billionaire levels of donations.
But he gets kidnapped or something and there's illusions or mind magics that make him think he's in the bat suit and then he gets dumped in the middle of a live world broadcast arena to fight some goons.
Like he doesn't think anything of it, batman's been kidnapped and forced into gladitorial arenas for sport many times before, maybe he always carries concealed weapons so he's still got like grapples and batarangs and stuff, but he's just going full doomslayer on these guys. No cowl. No suit. Just an open silk shirt and a pair of slacks. In full view of the world.
Tell you what, what about the whole justice league. Just a group of the motleyest people you've ever met. There's about as many famous people as there are absolute nobodies.
Several billionaires defer to the guy who writes articles on outdated lead in buildings and socio economic corruption. There's a renowned museum curator flying and uppercutting aliens so hard they get tossed across the room. There's a guy who spoke in science conferences about meta containment procedures running up the wall and delivering a roundhouse kick to three enemies at once. Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen. Of all people. Two world famous idiot ceo celebrities. And they're back to back whaling on armoured alien henchmen like a well oiled team. A ten year old podcaster shooting lightning from his fingers and no one in the group bats an eye.
Just.... Insanity.
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Separatist-apologist lore beneath the cut
I dropped out of college when I was 19 and when I decided to go back, I had two kids. I was undeclared and I felt old despite still being in my 20s. I had a scholarship which required me to do daytime classes with all of the brand new 18 year olds and I felt wildly out of place. Before that, I'd been staying at home raising my kids while their dad worked and a lot of people thought wanting to return to the workforce was a mistake, so there was this immense pressure to succeed where I'd once failed.
The problem was not knowing what I wanted to do. All I really cared about was history and domestic violence and as far as I knew, there was no good career path that combined those things, and so I signed up for four random classes that had nothing to do with each other. One of them was called Serial Killers in America which was taught by a former police officer. Another was introduction to psychology, taught by a social worker.
I was sitting in the Serial Killer class one morning, way in the back where no one paid me any attention, when the professor (former cop, remember) began telling a story about being called to a house for domestic violence and I remember looking up at her as she said that too often, these things are a "he said, she said," and they're usually both lying.
And it just ignited something angry in my stomach. I was looking for an advisor since I'd been undeclared and I turned that day to the psych professor and asked if she'd fill out my form to be my advisor. As she was, I told her what the other professor said and how much it bothered me and she asked me what I wanted to do. So I told her, and she asked if I'd ever considered social work.
So began six years of perfectionism and the single-minded goal of getting my masters degree and working in the field as a licensed social worker. I remember my first day in orientation at grad school, someone asked if anyone knew where they wanted to be in 5 years. I was the only person who raised their hand. I knew where I wanted to be.
And for the last three years, I got to live that dream. The good, the bad, the horrible- all of it was mine. And today I pack up this office I've worked in for the last three years because its all over. The work was always good and I'm proud of what I've done. I've published papers, I've sat in state-wide commissions, I've talked to legislators, I've presented at conferences and I've trained a new generation of advocates who feel the same passion I do.
It's no secret that people who work in this field are typically survivors themselves. Something about surviving it turns people into advocates, whether they meant to be or not. And often they manage to make it out of the metaphorical burning building, turn around, and decide they need to go back inside to try and get others. The amount of people I've talked to who say, "I want other people to know they're not alone and they can get through this," is numerous. It makes you optimistic, it makes it impossible to ignore the good in humanity even when you're faced with some of the worst people/circumstances you'll ever encounter.
And despite all the petty office politics, a system designed (sometimes purposefully) to make leaving difficult, and state legislators who push back every inch of progress we ever made, I will miss it. The work was always good. I'm proud of the things I did individually for folks, of the amount of times I got to tell someone they did nothing wrong, that they deserved safety and respect.
These three years have been the best and worst of my life, but the work was always good. I will always be in it, will always be standing beside the ghost of my childhood self, offering her a hand and a voice and I think if I accomplished nothing else, at least I did that.
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I want to write a billion post-war Levi drabbles where he is just loved so dearly, as he deserves to be
and also some throatfucking would be neat
Imagine being on your knees for him looking up at the most beautiful face you've ever seen, scars and all
And then he grabs your head, fingers working into your hair
"Open," he commands and you gladly comply
He uses your mouth so roughly, spit running down your chin and the sound of your gagging filling the room
It drives him wild
He pulls out and nuts all over your face and you thank him, smiling up so sweetly at the love of your life as you kneel there covered in his love
and he just immediately softens and drops to his knees, wincing as he does so but refusing to let you move him to the bed or chair, and holds you tight, not caring as his cum smears over him, not caring if he tastes it, he has to kiss you endlessly
He has to show you you are loved just as dearly
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TWST JP IM SHAKING YOU SHAKING YOU SHAKING YOU
I HOPE THEY /ARE/ GOING TO BE VISITING DREAMS
IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S ROOK’S??? OR MAYBE WE STILL VISIT ALL OF THEM IT’S JUST THAT ROOK’S GET THE SPOTLIGHT because if i were to assume i FEEL like the one with the card has some sort of important relationship with the overblotter
(i’ve seen that the next updates will probably go dorm by dorm???)
i have ZERO basis for this bc we dont see the pattern yet until we get to scarabia’s LMAO
ghhh honestly whatever the fuck twst jp will be cooking for scarabia’s flashback/dream card i will most certainly be losing my mind
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