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0atm11k · 5 months
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"Lia Thomas is not banned from swimming. Lia Thomas is banned from a category Lia Thomas doesn't qualify for. I'm banned from swimming in the under 12's, because I'm not under 12. You know, we have heavyweight boxers that are banned from the bantamweight category. We have numerous categories in the Paralympics to create fair opportunity across society. That is the whole point of categories. Nobody is banned [from competing], you're just banned from a category you don't qualify for." - Sharron Davies
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muffinlance · 11 months
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Can Sokka’s science tell him which of Katara’s 7 spools of blue thread 🧵 is the right one to darn that hole in his shirt with?
It could if she didn't keep changing her answer
Katara: I AM NOT CHANGING MY ANSWER
Sokka: YES YOU ARE THESE ARE IDENTICAL
Katara: NO THEY'RE NOT
Sokka: I DEMAND A DOUBLE-BLIND STUDY
Katara: I DEMAND YOU GET YOUR OWN SEWING KIT
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shirojikimattari · 2 months
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Vampy Mommy
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cemeterything · 2 years
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does anyone else remember when soulmate AUs were really popular and people were coming up with concepts that sounded like something out of a disturbing indie psychological drama
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whimsyvixen · 5 months
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He's unredeemable and a total monster. I need to build an altar to properly worship him and his cocks 🛐🛐🛐
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I decided to try animating it so here's my poor and sad attempt:
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rainbow-hedgehog · 1 year
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Black and white
Wednesday Addams x colorblind!reader
Summary: Your best friend Enid finally convinced you to attend Nevermore. You heard a lot of stories about the academy from her, especially about a certain Addams girl and now, you have the chance to meet her.
Word count: 1k
A/N: Since all the actors are +18 all the characters are aged up to +18
I know last week I didn't post but these weeks are CRAZY. I'll be back writing the Larissa x reader series when I'll have some free time, I don't want to rush it.
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You would have never admitted it, but you were actually very excited. After years Enid, your best friend, finally convinced you to attend Nevermore. It's not like you didn't want to go to the academy but the only thing that was keeping you from going there were the other students.
When you met Enid for the first time you were a lonely kid, bullied for something you couldn't control. Enid was the first person your age who didn't seem to care about your color blindness.
Having achromatopsia meant you could only see the world in black and white, you didn't know what colors were but, after all those years, you stopped caring. You were a werewolf after all, and your other four senses were amplified enough to make you enjoy the surrounding world from other points of view.
Stepping through Nevermore's gates you knew you were going to be a black drop in a colorful sea. Not recognizing colors was the reason why you decided to dress only in black and white, so that's why you were wearing a black uniform. 
As soon as Enid spotted you through the other students she frantically waved in your direction. You could tell it was getting harder for her to contain her excitement. When you finally were within arm's reach she squeezed you in a tight hug.
Y/N let me introduce you to Wednesday, my roommate.
Countless were the stories Enid told you about the other girl, it was like you already knew her. The only thing your best friend seemed to forget telling you was that her roommate was incredibly beautiful. Taking a closer look at her you realized there was something unusual about the other girl. When it finally clicked in your head your eyes widened in surprise, she was like a black and white character, her ivory skin, her dark hair…even the uniform she was wearing. You could see her clearly, and she was the most colorful person you'd ever seen in your life.
There was something peculiar about you that got her attention. Usually she would have ignored a new student, but you were different. Maybe it was because Enid never stopped blabbering about you, or maybe because you looked so different from the others, but the fact was that you were always on her thoughts. 
You had become her new obsession, an unpleasant one, making her wanting to try every kind of torture she knew on herself to make you stop hunting her mind.
A tapping on her hand brought her back to reality, Thing was frantically signing something at her.
That's ridiculous, I don't do feelings.
But, for the first time in her life, she was feeling a suspicious warmth in her chest.
You were sitting at the Weathervane all by yourself, Enid was busy with a group project, so that day you decided to go get a hot chocolate and try to prepare a PowerPoint presentation for your history class. Focused on your laptop's screen you didn't notice a dark figure approaching you.
May I sit here?
Wednesday's voice made you jump in surprise. She was awkwardly standing next to your table, looking at you with her usual piercing gaze, although this time you could see there was something she was trying to hide behind her eyes.
Of course. 
She sat still right next to you, waiting for her coffee to arrive, without saying a thing. Trying to ignore the feelings that the proximity of the other girl was making you feel you went back to your work.
A sigh escaped your mouth, the teacher specifically asked for a colorful presentation and, no matter how many times you told him you were colorblind, he didn't seem to care, suggesting you to ask for help. But you were too proud to reach out to someone, so you decided to improvise and google the best color combinations, trying to finish your work as soon as possible.
Suddenly you felt a cold hand over your arm. Wednesday was curiously looking at your laptop's screen leaning on you to get a better view. You could see how her expressionless face contracted into a disgusted look.
Is it that bad?
The other girl took a moment to think about the best answer.
Too colorful. I'm allergic to colors.
You didn't know that was even possible, but it was Wednesday after all and you shouldn't have been that surprised.
Do the colors make sense together at least?
The Addams girl slightly tilted her head sideways looking again at your presentation.
Red and pink are not good together.
She pointed at a couple of images trying to show you where the problem was. Unfortunately for you it all looked the same.
Only at that moment you realized Wednesday's hand was still resting on your arm and, with her fingers, she was tracing small circles over your skin. Maybe it was for the physical contact, or maybe it was for her closeness but there was something about her that was making you believe you could trust her.
The thing is, I can't really see colors, I have achromatopsia, so it's all black and white for me.
The other girl didn't stop brushing her finger tips over your skin. It was like she didn't hear what you just confessed to her.
So why are you doing a colorful presentation?
There was no sign of derision in her voice, only curiosity.
Well, the teacher specifically asked for one and he suggested that I ask for help.
You could clearly see her contracting her jaw.
I'll help you.
A part of you wanted to decline her offer but, thinking about it, it would have meant some extra time with Wednesday.
Thank you.
Gently she moved her hand from your arm to your thigh to come even closer to you. 
Let's start reviewing your work from the first slide.
It was weird, for the first time in her life Wednesday felt the need to have someone close to her and, to be honest, she quite enjoyed the feeling of your skin under her touch, it was like you complemented each other. 
Bravely, you decided to lean your head against her shoulder. Surprisingly, she didn't complain, actually, she wrapped her arm around your waist.
While she was telling you what colors you needed to change, with a soft smile on your face, you thought that that would have been the first afternoon of many others you were going to spend with the other girl.
Pt. 2
Tags: @loverofallthingssarah
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kadextra · 5 months
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occasionally I ponder on the giant hole in the side of q!Bad’s head that’s just gone untreated this whole time, and the fact nobody knows about it, likely not even himself 😔
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bigmammallama5 · 5 months
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For me, one of the worst aspects of ADHD is memory issues. I find it interfers so much more than executive disfunction, as I can at least force my brain to work under the right circumstances.
I can't do that with my memory
My memory is definitely the worst symptom of my ADHD (other than probably RSD and some other things but I gotta find a therapist for that lol), and I envy other people with ADHD who don't struggle with that aspect as much as I do. And for those who may not have ADHD, let me try to explain what I deal with because I do wish it was a funny thing but most often it's not lol.
It's not just that I forget where I put my phone down, it's I forget why I enter I a room and literally have to walk back my steps to find it despite there only being three places in my small apartment it would be. It's telling myself three times to take something with me to the clay studio to show another student and I forget 3 weeks in a row despite having it right next to the front door. It's my family telling me something important and I just don't retain it, and then they stop telling me things (this has improved again now that I'm on medicine, but I was the last person to find out a lot of things the past few years bc they wouldn't tell me bc I wouldn't remember, which hurts). It's my mind wiping blank in the middle of a sentence when I hit a certain word which results in varying degrees of embarrassment and understanding depending on who I'm talking to. It's my eye skipping over a spelling error no matter how many times I know it's there and I need to change it, I just forget (there are a lot of stupid errors in all my fics because of this, maybe one day i'll get to fixing them). It's learning someone's name correctly taking weeks to stick, and then somehow flipping the spelling because I know other people with that name spelled differently and I remember that spelling as "correct" (I'm glad we have name tags on our clay cubbies in the studio, it's saved me some embarrassing encounters, which was something I had to train myself into doing). It's being able to recall what someone said to me word for word six years ago but I can't remember what my mother told me three days ago. It's remembering a multitude of old vines verbatim, but I couldn't tell you what important news story I watched last night.
It's being able to sit down and talk to you guys clearly and thoughtfully like the intelligent person I can be, and then having my knees taken out from under me in real conversation because my mind just wipes blank. But yeah, I can at least work through my executive disfunction too with the right prodding lol.
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beanie-based-being · 1 year
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Just a sleepy lil snuggle time
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Hold on hold on hold on I just had a brilliant thought.
Childe only has one ear pierced, and gives the pair to his left earring to Wriothesley because "it looks good on you; goes with your outfit!" But also just because he likes the idea of Wriothesley wearing something of his, but all his clothes are too damn small for the guy.
And Wriothesley actively wears it because he's sentimental like that. When it dangles and brushes against his skin it reminds him of Childe and puts a little smile on his face. He wears it on his right side because Childe wears his on his left, but also because his right ear is slightly more exposed so the earring gets to be more on display so everyone can see it.
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jadewritesficshere · 13 days
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The boy is mine (Jade's edition)
Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie has a plan for a romantic night, but things go awry (2k words)
Contents: Anxiety, Eddie is self deprecating, hurt/comfort (kinda), no gendered terms for reader except mention that their hand is smaller then Eddie's and reader is called beautiful, a literal fire (please look up fire safety), fluff
A/N: So I saw this the first day it was posted and I thought it was a fun idea and saved the prompt by @carolmunson. I've been writing this for a bit,, but like I have had such bad mental fog and generalized pain recently I have been having a hard time focusing...I think I kind of misinterpreted the rules a bit...so here is sad lump of a contribution. Call me Stitch the way I am telling myself "it may be little and broken but still good".
18+ only
The night had started well, at least Eddie thought it had. He promised you a romantic night in. He even prepped for it.
Eddie rented sappy love movies, getting advice by Harrington and Buckley surprisingly. Harrington stated flowers were the way to go, but then started arguing with Buckley. While entertaining, Eddie learned more about the languages of romance from Buckley then he did about romantic gifts. But he wrote down to get flowers.
So he watched the movies. And Eddie was high paid a lot of attention and basically learned to make a grand speech. Big pour out your heart moment. Which, he felt he always talked your ear off, so he could totally do.
Eddie then read those magazines all the cheerleaders gossiped and giggled over. He didn't learn much except some tips for the best kiss. Cup the person's cheek and lean in slowly. Build the suspense. Eddie could do that.
Give you flowers. Make a speech. Cup your cheek as he kisses you. Eddie had this in the bag! Each point written in his little notebook.
And then the reality of you coming to his trailer hit him when you called to confirm the date was still on that morning. He hung up the phone after flirting a bit and looked around his house. Nerves flooded his system as he looked at it with the perspective of an outsider. He didn't want it to look bad. And it was, well, it wasn't bad but definitely could be cleaner.
So Eddie had vacuumed and dusted the entire trailer. Tossed empty pizza boxes in the trash. Sprayed some cologne around the trailer to cover the scent of weed, then cursed himself for using the expensive cologne when there was a bottle of air freshener in the bathroom.
Had picked up his clothes scattered across his room and shoved them all, clean and dirty, into the closet. Had made sure his bed had more then one pillow, grabbing spare throw pillows and tossing them towards the headboard. Even if he didn't think there was a chance you would enter his bedroom tonight, he wanted to be prepared.
Eddie had even started dinner before you arrived. An easy roast that Wayne had made hundreds of times. Thrown meat, potatoes, onions, and carrots into the pot, seasoned it and thrown it all in the oven.
It was newer, this thing between you, and he wanted to get it all right. You'd been friends for years, just recently evolved into dating. It was easy to hold your hand and throw an arm around your shoulder before, stealing those small intimate moments and pretending it meant something more. But now it does mean more. Truly, it always had, but neither of you had said anything. Because like usual, Eddie was the coward and ran.
He spent what felt like minutes (it had been hours) looking back at the notes, the plan. He had even sketched some pictures of you and him as he studied. Gave himself some sweet new tattoos and piercings and muscles while you had hearts around your head. By the time he stopped rereading the same points over and over again, he realized you would be there within the hour.
And he already failed the first point, flowers. It had completely spaced him what with the studying, but he had other things he had been wanting to give you so he figured he could wing it. He rehearsed everything in his mind, having various conversations with you. He would take your coat, be charming as ever, and you would fall for him even more then you already had.
But the plan immediately left his mind when you had arrived. Eddie could feel his face flush as his eyes trailed up and down your figure. All the rushing thoughts in his head suddenly stopped. All he could think was Damn, how'd I get so lucky?
"You're beautiful." Eddie mumbled in awe as you had shrugged off your coat. And then you smiled and Eddie realized he had messed up the plan. He thought he had went through every variable but he hadn't. It wasn't you that was going to fall more in love with him tonight, but Eddie was going to fall more in love with you.
Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, unable to meet your eyes. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his palms were begin to sweat. He couldn't help but shift from foot to foot. "Oh I uh....got you something," Eddie smiled and turned to leave before hesitating and motioning to the couch," You can uh sit...or stand, standing is good too! I'll be right back."
Eddie cursed himself the whole time he walked away because of how stupid he was. He could stage elaborate campaigns but couldn't seem to form a single sentence in your presence. Eddie grabbed the gift off his dresser and inhaled slowly, mentally yelling at himself to be cool for once in his life.
And faltered in his steps.
Because you were sat on the couch. Not just on the edge of the cushion like those who he dealt to who couldn't wait to get out of his presence. No, you were fully relaxed into the cushion. You looked comfortable. You looked like you belonged.
And Eddie couldn't squash the butterflies that took flight in his stomach. And he sat on the cushion next to you, fighting the urge to wrap you in his arms and hold you close.
"I got you this," Eddie declared as he handed you a rock. A small, smooth stone that fit in the palm of your hand. Your mouth parted but no words came out. Eddie bit his lip as you slowly turned the stone over in your hands, staring at it.
"I saw it and I thought, well, I thought of you and it matches your eyes and-" Eddie huffed out a laugh and shook his head," Sorry, it's stupid just give it back."
Eddie moved to grab it out of your hand but you slapped at his arm and clenched the stone in your hand. "No, it's mine!" You held your hand to your chest and glared at him. "It's stupid," Eddie looked down. "It is not." "It is!"
"Are you serious? If you don't stop we're gonna have a problem. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me." You beamed at him. Joy and adoration written clearly across your face. Eddie slowly grinned back as you dared to open your palm and look at the stone again. "My precious," you wiggled your eyebrows at him, making him bark out a laugh as he relaxed.
"Let's save a ring for a later date." He joked, even as his mind raced. You quoted Lord of the Rings! You were sitting on his couch holding a rock he thought was the same shade as your eyes and you liked it!! He was done for. Completely head over heels fallen for you. Said he would never marry yet here he was planning his vows and everything.
"Seriously, Eddie, this is so sweet." Your hand grasped his. Your hand was smaller then his, fitting perfectly. Fingers interlocked hesitantly and then more surely. Eddie's eyes fell to your lips. Your tongue darted out slightly and wet them. And he started to lean in.
The air was thick, and not just with the tension, the anticipation. Your lips were milliseconds to coming in contact with his when Eddie's nose twitched as he caught a familiar scent. Your lips landed on Eddie's cheek as he turned so quickly to face the kitchen he gave himself whiplash.
Thick smoke started to waft out of the room. "Oh fuck!" He jumped up as the smoke detector finally started doing its job and screeched out an annoying beep. Eddie ran into the kitchen with you hot on his heels.
Eddie opened the oven door, smoke billowing out," SHITshitshit-" Eddie cursed as he slammed the door shut, coughing slightly. Your hand reached past him to shut off the oven before darting over to the window and throwing it open.
Eddie's eyes darted to the sink below the window. Stop, drop, and roll- wait no that was if you were on fire. But water beats fire in almost every scenario, right? Except oil, shit did he add oil? No, he didn't add anything except the food and the seasoning so it should all be good right?
"Stand back!" Eddie yells over the screeching alarm. Grabbing the pot holders, he throws the oven door open. Smoke billows past him as he makes a mad dash for the pot, grasping the handles and throwing it in the sink. He throws the faucet on, water pouring over the burnt food and pot.
Steam billows up with smoke, mingling in the air before flowing out the window. A hissing sound from the cool water hitting the hot pot fills the air. You fan the flames towards the open window. "Oh fuck." You cough as your eyes fill with tears from the smoke. Eddie winces as flurried apologies fall from his lips.
The pot, not on fire at least, starts to lessen up on producing smoke. Eddie deems it safe to leave and grabs your hand, dragging you outside. His hands on your shoulders guide you to sit on the steps as you continue to intermittently cough. Eddie rushes back into the kitchen, double checking that the oven was off, and quickly grabs a mug holding it under the still running faucet.
Eddie rushes back outside to you, almost missing the step and face planting. And wouldn't that have been the icing on the cake. Would that make Eddie or the embarrassment of faceplanting be the vanilla frosting? Who even created that saying? Cake was good and this was not good. Eddie shook his head of these thoughts as he sank down on the step next to you.
Eddie hands you the mug of water. You drink it in big gulps, a small dribble of water falling out of the side of your mouth towards your chin. Eddie wipes it away with his thumb as he apologizes," I am so sorry, I don't even know what happened."
"Is this Garfield?" You peer at the mug, as if Eddie almost didn't kill you. "Uh yeah, was in a rush, sorry I didn't grab like a nicer cup. I just ran out...to you..." "Don't apologize, I like Garfield," you mumble taking another drink of the water.
"Are you okay?" Eddie asks, hands running up and down your shoulders, eyes checking you over. "Think I hacked up a lung from all the smoke...," you rub your sternum," Man, my lungs do not like smoke...and you like that?" Eddie let out a nervous laugh," Yeah no sorry, only when its weed. Never really inhaled a straight fire before."
You look up into Eddie's eyes that are full of concern. "Well, I'd recommend like not doing that. But I'm okay, it startled me more then anything," You give a soft smile. "You sure?" "Positive." You knock his shoulder with yours.
Eddie's eyes search your figure, ensuring you aren't lying to him. You ignore him, opting to set the mug down on the ground. Fingers brushing against a dandelion, yellow and bright. You pluck it from the ground and twirl it between your fingers.
You're okay. You're holding a dandelion and you're okay. You aren't acting like you hate him. You aren't making excuses and leaving. You aren't leaving like everyone else-
Eddie's shoulders relax as the tension leaves his body. You're okay. Your relationship is okay. He didn't ruin everything. You're smiling at a fucking dandelion while his heart feels like it has run a marathon.
You're oblivious to his plight as you lean over and tuck the dandelion behind his ear," Maybe don't smoke that. Looks pretty on you." "Not that kind of weed." "Yeah dumb joke sorry."
A slow exhale escapes him as he shakes his head,"No it's good I'm just," Eddie waves his hand in front of him," like what the fuck just happened? I am never cooking again. I'll just take you to Enzo's. I fucked up. Sorry for ruining the date."
Your hand cupped his cheek as you ducked down to meet his eyes," Hey, no. You didn't ruin the date." Eddie rolls his eyes slightly," Almost killing you? Yeah, pretty sure i ruined it." You bump your knee against Eddie's, "it's not ruined and you didn't almost kill me. Small food fire, happens to everyone. I lit popcorn on fire once. Besides, if you did happen to kill me, at least I would have died happy and in love. And you'd be stuck with me cause ghost me is absolutely haunting you."
Eddie can't help but laugh slightly," Oh? You think you'd be a ghost and not get another chance at life? Be reincarnated or whatever?" "Well, even if I was reincarnated, I'd find you again."
Eddie scoffs, "C'mon, don't say that.. That's not even true, you'd totally be able to move on. You wouldn't need little old me." You grab his face and peer into his eyes," Eddie Munson, I will always need you. In this life and whatever happens after. You and me? We're it. Maybe it should be too soon to say, but I feel it in my bones. You're it for me Eddie. Together now, forever, and when everything ceases to exist we'll be in nothing together. I will always be with you because I will always love you."
You lean in and Eddie thinks his heart stops. Your hand holding his cheek in place, thumb lightly brushing back and forth. His eyes flutter shut as your lips finally touch his. It was soft and sweet, lips slowly parting and melding together in a dance that sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He sighed into the kiss as you leaned closer into each other. Your hands threading through his hair, his wrapping around your waist. Lips moving in tandem, tongues darting out tentatively.
You only part when you both are gasping for air. Soft smiles and longing glances shared as the sun sets. "I love you too." Eddie traces your cheekbone with his finger. "You better." You joke. Your combined giggles fill the air as you continue to steal kisses from each other.
The night may not have been the most romantic. Or gone to plan, like, at all. But it was one Eddie already knew that when he thought about he would be able to feel his heart swell with love. And as he kissed you Eddie thought, yeah you were it for him.
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thats-nifty · 5 months
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Despite still learning how to art, I took a chance and drew this scene from a Bumbleby fanfic I'm writing over at AO3. It's called Monochrome. Here's a link to the fic if it piques your interest :)
Summary:
Life was a kaleidoscope of muted grays, blacks and whites. The concept of color didn’t belong to everyone, and it certainly didn’t belong to Blake - unless she found and locked eyes with her soulmate.
But her past, ever haunting her, caused the girl to keep her head down and avoid making eye contact with any strangers she came across. She didn’t want to find her soulmate.
Well, it was more like she didn’t believe she was worthy of one.
Blake accepted that her world would remain forever gray. It was what she deserved, after all.
That was, until she met an oddly captivating girl that would open her eyes to new possibilities.
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kaysdenofchaos · 5 months
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Yes??? They do??? Look green?
This is literally my villain arc/j
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scutchythedm · 7 months
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*sigh* "You've met Bill Seacaster SO many times.. You realize it makes perfect sense now. It feels like things are coming to a head, your story's almost sort of unwinding and unfolding... This makes sense. You're on the Owlbears with Fabian. You and Fabian joined the same group. If you're not brothers... all it would require is Bill Seacaster to have a child with an orcish woman. How likely would that be? Bill Seacaster sailed all around the world, of COURSE he found an orcish woman. This was YEARS ago, oh my god, dude! Bill S—"
"FATHER!"
"..what? Who are you talking to?"
*PULLS OUT HIS SWORD* "WHAT DO YOU KNOW"
"AH! ..wait. Are you my dad?"
"PAPA—"
"..are you my son?"
"ARE YOU MY DAD?"
"PAPA, NO WAY—"
"ARE YOU MY SON?"
"THERE'S NO WAY"
"IS THIS REAL"
"You would know better than I would, right?"
"Have you ever been with an orcish woman?"
"HUNDREDS."
"Of course he has!"
"I— why would you kill me?"
*looks at Fabian* "..why do you know that?"
"NO ONE SURPRISES ME WITH INFORMATION I WASN'T EXPECTING"
"I was just making a guess, it just seems like its true"
"We are NOT brothers"
"We could be twins..."
"TWINS FROM TWO DIFFERENT WOMBS"
"Yeah.."
"You two, stop. Papa, stop this"
"Leave it to BILL SEACASTER to sire twins in TWO DIFFERENT WOMEN"
"No, papa— Everyone needs to stop, no one is— You're not my brother, you can't— you can't do that, papa. You can do anything, but you can't— you can't do that"
"What if my mom...is your mom...with Bill Seacaster"
"No, you're right. I have only one son in this room right now."
"...me?"
"No—"
I'm not even sorry for this long post I just had to include every bit of it bc it KILLS me
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aprito · 1 year
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I'm not sure if you do requests or not but the sos twins and their chaotic parents are like the best! I absolutely love your art.
and I absolutely love YOU!!
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they're trying to see how high they can go without the egg yellow bursting (sakura successfully avoids reproductive labor for another day)
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