#its been a hot second since ive drawn them wow

[turtletoads]

croc and his little pets ft. his pink boy toy

#its been a hot second since ive drawn them wow #my art #fanart #digital art #sketch #one piece #one piece fanart #sir crocodile #one piece crocodile #one piece doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #happy pride month by the way :) #ignore the anatomy i am very tired

[jellyaibo]

ok wow its been a hot minute since i posted abt any of my dreams, mostly cuz they are either . too short so i cant rlly remember them orrr just nightmares i dont wanna talk about LMAO but dw i have a funny dream:

so i shouldve wrote this the second i woke up cuz now i dont remember EVERYTHING but uhmmmm ahah im cool . anyways in this dream i was watching a new tpot episode? or a tpot short i dont exactly remember but i think it was the latter cuz it really only focused on winner & losers backstory.

it starts off with clock talking to winner while everyones in the middle of a challenge and winner seems a little miffed by it because clock keeps asking them kinda personal questions? with one of them being "why did you leave the spotlight?" their answer to this was kinda funny, they went "you really wanna know why?" and immediately started immitating the sounds/speech of paparazzi that theyd be swarmed by. i dont really remember what they said here but i swear it was some shit like "hey hey [immitating camera click sounds] winner winner hows the 1 1 1 2 2 7 7 3? [click] [click] .how do you feel about the the [click] [click]" and. other things like that idk. this made them start giggling and clock joined in too, then once winner stopped giggling they got a little more serious and started to actually explain their…backstory with loser which went like this:

cue the wobbly transition w that one harp sound and theres a flashback to winner and loser as kids? they look much smaller and their colors are more pastel-ish than before, they were both wearing stupid little boy scout outfits and i think they were in some kind of a summer camp together? and i think thats how they met for the first time?? then theres this shot of them playing while their parents are in the background, which fucking freaked me out cuz they did NOT look like their parents bro (at least the parents me and CD designed obvs) OH and also there was only. one parent for each (which is fitting for winner . sad ! but not loser!) and they did nothing but just stand there while the two were playing it was so freaky . BUT also really fucking funny look

they pretty much just looked like that AHAH (and after this part they just. never appeared again btw)

also i decided to . draw their parents for comparison SJKDHFSJDKHF also cuz its been a while since ive drawn them :3

anyways after this part i think theres a timeskip in the flashback? but this is where things start getting foggy for me, so im not sure but i know this is when winner starts actually talking about their breakup so yeha . that is all

#long post #nate dreamposting #nate.art #also after i woke up from this dream i kept trying to go back to sleep #cuz i was. SO fucking tiredbut uhm . yeah! couldnt! but its fine

[janthonyashtoreth]

Another big batch of asks!

Answering a bunch of asks under the cut! Most of them are ink and flowers centric. I hope you all are doing well <3

anonymous asked: wait wait hold up Anathema works in Azra's tattoo parlour?? amazing, when i was thinking of making my own florist/tattoo artist au, i also had Anathema be Aziraphale's apprentice :D i like when these two are friends. do you have any more headcanons about Anathema in ink and flowers?

she does!! she was doing an apprenticeship under him but has since graduated to doing her own thing (but she still works at his parlor). i can’t get into the whole plot because spoilers but angels/demons and agnes nutter’s prophecies still exist in the iaf universe, but anathema isn’t her descendant. instead, anathema is a wickedly smart computer genius and her boyfriend newt is an endearing but kind of inept descendent of agnes. anathema was azra’s good friend-turned-wingwoman once anthony shows up. i love her

anonymous asked: concept: aziraphale seeing crowley presenting femininely for the first time how'd you think he'd react? in your flower shop tattoo artist au

anonymous asked: OKAY totally not asking bc i may or may not have been thinkin abt this for like. too long. but would anthony have to like, come out as genderfluid to azra/how would azra react to seeing anthony present more fem for the first time

ooo ive been thinking about this as well! i dont think anthony would necessarily have a “coming out moment”, they just kind of do what they want. if they feel like presenting fem or using different pronouns they would just. do it. and azra would just kind of roll with it. i like to think that the first time anthony presented fem she got all dressed up for date night and didn’t tell azra and azra just Stares bc,,,, wow anthony is just gorgeous like that!! azra’s dead!!!

anonymous asked: You're a cutie pie. That's it. That's the fact.

:’ ) you’re a sweety pie!!!

anonymous asked: i deadass tried for 20 minutes to make the finger heart...... how did your friend do it......

i have absolutely no idea and it hurts my brain,,,

anonymous asked: Wahoo

wahoo.....

@alligatorsnbats asked: OK, so what's Oscar's thoughts on Anthony?

oscar LOVES anthony... he’s the worlds most apathetic cat but he actively seeks anthony out when hes around. azra is only slightly salty about it

anonymous asked: Is Anthony cross eyed?

he’s not! i made him a little bit cross-eyed in my latest post on purpose bc he was flustered but i dont know if it came across very well ;;

anonymous asked: not to be *THAT* bitch who comes into your ask box and gushes over your art but i love the way you colour things and your clean line work?? mwah. i wish i could draw like you its just so lovely

bfdkjfdh im cry,,,, just keep practicing my friend!!! i promise it’ll get you where you want to go. the last couple of months have been really nice for me in my ~art journey~ because its the first time i’ve ever really liked stuff that i’ve drawn. ive been drawing for about 7-8 years and this is only just happening and it varies so much from person to person!! some people get to where they want to go in 2 years, some people take 20. just don’t stop practicing!!

anonymous asked: your human!crowley deserves infinite appreciation and the fact that he has coloboma: that right there! is! good shit! he has snake eyes,,,, but as a human. u are a genius good sir and your art is a blessing 👌👌👌

haha thank you!! i think coloboma (i know how to spell it now!!) is such an interesting condition and it’s kind of underused for human aus!!! its so dope!!!

@bolitakawaii-senpai asked: what would crowley's and azi's fav emojies from the cursed emojis??

asking the real questions out here..... i think crowley’s would be the one with all of the teeth and aziraphale’s (assuming he knows what they are in the first place) would be the really cute one with big eyes and the pink hairbow

anonymous asked: concept for the ink and flowers au: something happens to crowley (imma b honest i have no idea) and has a lowkey crisis and chops all his hair off and just. joins his pet snake and snakes around the nursery untill azra comes in seeing crowley crying and cuddling his snake and yeah idk enjoy my the weird shit my brain comes up with

jhuyhaijodfaydgsihfujoi RIP TO THE HAIR...... i love the angst potential (and i can come up with a few reasons for the angst, but i digress) but i dont think i could part with anthony’s hair,,, i love it too much

anonymous asked: I can't handle your ink and flowers Aziraphale. I can't. His hair is TOO fluffy. His face is TOO squishy. He is EXTREMELY friend shaped. His glasses and his eyes are bright like SPARKLES. Every time I see him I want to go feral and show all my friends. I would hug him without letting go of given the chance. 1000000000/10. 💜🐝

anonymous asked: I have a cat just like Oscar (big himbo) and I got him some knit hats for Christmas and he's gonna hate me but I can't wait to dress him up like a little bee so: does Azra ever give Oscar like costumes or footies just for fun? If yes, does Oscar love or hate? 💜🐝

isldakfj im grouping these two together bc im assuming ur the same person anon!! i love your signature!!

you’re correct. his hair IS too fluffy, and he IS entirely too friend shaped. he has the BRIGHTEST eyes. i cant contain my rabid love for him and it spills out into the art. i can’t help it. he gives the best hugs

SLADKFJ YES HE DOES..... IVE BEEN MEANING TO DRAW THIS FOR A HOT MINUTE,,,, as i mentioned earlier oscar is the world’s most apathetic cat so i dont think he would care that much but he’s not super happy about it

anonymous asked: Y'know what? I'm too tired so say smth clever so just know that I love you and your art is amazing 💕💕 PS: i love that you also tag them as Ineffable partners (i guess the point is to be gender neutral)

i love you as well anon,,, and yeah i like the ineffable partners tag! i find that it fits more with their relationship for some reason. though i still tag as ineffable husbands since its such a popular tag lksdfjdfknjbh

anonymous asked: Hello! Fist of all thank you for yor art, you are one of my favorite artists in this fandom and I have Feelings about the Ink and Flowers AU. Second: Don't feel pressured to post daily, we understand that life is complicated and art can be difficult sometimes. Take care! You're the best!

anon i would die for you!!! i never imagined that i would ever be one of anyone’s favorite artists,,,,, im speechless,,,,,,,,

and yeah unfortunately i dont think ill be able to post every other day once this coming semester starts :( i’ll probably have to cut back to once every 3. but there’s more ink and flowers coming at u guys so!! stay tuned for that

anonymous asked: Good omens characters having a game night?

i know this was sent in for the au prompts i asked for but. i dont think im physically capable of capturing the pure chaos that would ensue from this. holy shit it would be so feral. 

thank you to anyone who read this whole thing!! i read all of my asks as soon as i get them and i have a lot that i’ve been sitting on for a while. if you sent me something i promise i haven’t forgotten about it!! if you’ve sent something in that you were expecting a response to and i havent responded, just send it again to be safe in case tumblr ate it

i love all of you! <3

#ask me anything #anonymous #not art #ink and flowers au #bolitakawaii-senpai #alligatorsnbats

[fanficsrusz]

Keanu reeves AU - Touch of a vampire

A/n: whhaatttt two imagines in one day. Wow lucy, youre on a rolll 😂😂 anyway this vampire au was requested by @mikaevilangel and i hope you enjoy because i stayed up late writing this for you but i enjoyed it so its ok. 😘😘 Also i used the vampired from supernatural so yhhh just google what they look like if youre a bit confused.

Warning : there is implied rape and a little violence so if you dont like that sort of stuff please do not read. But dont worry keanu saves the day and prevents everything. Thank you

Part two

________________________________________Y/n stepped into the dark bar and closed her eyes as she inhaled the smell, a mixture of smoke, cheap booze and leather. She had been here a few other times with friends and she began to make friends with a few of the other regulars at the bar. This wasn't a place she would normally go alone, but after the week she just had, all she wanted to do was drown her self doubt in alcohol.

She marched over to the bar as if she owned the place and ordered a shot of tequila downing it in one quick motion

" damn pretty lady" the man next to her practically drooled as he took in her appearance. Her hair was loose and messy but it gave off the impression that she was in no mood to play tonight and it was like sex on a stick to the man next to her. But that was nothing compared to her body. Tight jeans clung to her legs, showing off every curve she had  as well as pushing her ass up enough to make it look round and plump, her sleek black heels only elongated her legs even more. Her white blouse was tucked in and a few buttons were undone, exposing just enough cleavage to send the guys mind into overdrive. She was the epitome of sexiness. The guy slid a little closer to her and chuckled deeply "how about we get out of here…..and have a little fun by ourselves" the man slurred his words as he bit his lip looking the girl up and down, his eyes hovering a little to long on her ass. Y/n turned to him and sighed. He was hot, don't get her wrong, but all she wanted to do was drink. "no thanks. I just got fired from my job and I want to get so drunk I don't even know my own name" she brushed him off as gently as she could in a hope he would just leave her to her drinks but the guy still lingered around her. "oh come on baby, i can make you forget all your worries another way" the guy said leaning into her side even more and y/n felt the bulge in his pants rub against her leg. She stepped back and pushed him away "i said no" she began to raise her voice gaining the attention of a few other people around and the guy noticed growing embarrassed. His previous flirty demeanor had now disappeared and was replaced by one a lot darker as he stood up straight and towered over her. He leaned down and whispered "look. You showed me a preview and now i want the whole show" and with that the guy grabbed y/n by her wrist tightly and began to pull her towards the exit. Y/n struggled and tried to pull away but she was not match against him. "please stop" she pleaded and the guy only dragged her harder until he bumped into the broad chest of another man who blocked the door. Y/n recognised him, he always sat in the far corner of the bar every time she was there just watching as if he was waiting for something. She had asked the bartender who he was a few visits back and was only told him name. Keanu. It was a strange name and seemed like something people would be named centuries ago.

"hey man get out of the way" the guy holding her wrist exclaimes trying to push past him but keanu didn't budge. Keanu looked behind the guy at y/n then back again. "I don't think the lady wants to go with you" he said pushing his hand against his chest "what's your issue man i just want to get laid" the guy said and keanu practically growled at the words that came out of his mouth. Keanu raised his fist and landed a punch right into his jaw. The guy stumbled back and let y/n go who squealed and ran off towards the bar. As the man staggered back crashing into the pool table, the whole bar went quiet and stared at the two waiting to see which  one was going to make the next move. The guy touched his mouth and saw that there was blood before turning and grabbing a pool cue and smashing it into keanu. The stick smashed into pieces and keanu was unaffected, his eyes flashing red sending fear into the man in front of him. "yo man what the fuck are you" the guy quivered in fear and the as keanu landed another punch into his stomach, this sent the whole bar into a fight. Y/n crouched under the bar in an attempt to avoid the random punches and kicks from random strangers but continued to watch keanu and her potential attacker. Keanu held the guy by his collar, holding him a good foot in the air with little to no effort as someone came up behind keanu and smashed a glass over his head. Keanu dropped the pervert to the ground and turned to look at the man in eyes. Keanu just gave him a simple push and he went flying across the bar and smashed into a picture frame causing it to fall to the ground and smah into pieces. Keanu turned back to the guy and began to drag him out of the bar and into a back alley leaving y/n in the middle of the bar fight. Y/n stood up and chased after them, she would rather take her chances out there rather than inside.

As she stumbled through the door, y/n froze as she saw keanu holding the guy against a wall as various fangs grew from his mouth. The guy screamed as keanu leant down and ripped his throat out, blood squirted everywhere some even managing to hit y/n's face. Y/n stood there mouth opened as the lifeless body fell to the ground. She began to walk backwards, her heels making a noise as she did so and keanu snapped his head up to look at her and within a second he had her pinned up against the wall. "w…. What are you" she whispered looking into his eyes and she swore she could see his soul and despite what she had just witnessed, she felt a strange sense of comfort around him. Keanu looked down at her and raised his hand to her face. The pair held an intense gaze as he wiped a bit of blood off of her cheek and sucked on his finger. " youre not dumb y/n. You know what I am" he said and y/n shook her head. "no. Vampires are not real" keanu showed off his fangs once again and smirked "then explain me sweetheart". Y/n stared at him "I must have hit my head" keanu just laughed. " ok if you are a vampire then why aren't you attacking me right now?". Keanu looked down at her. " ive been a vampire for centuries and the blood of scum like him.." he pointed to the dead body sprawled on the floor ".... Tastes so much sweeter than that of the innocent " he said the last bit as he grazed a finger on y/n delicate neck causing her to close her eyes. He leant forward and she could feel his breath on her as he placed a gentle kiss on her neck. Y/n shivered at the electricity that went through her body and keanu smirked as she opened her eyes. The two shared intense eye contact once again as if keanu was reading her mind before walking away into the shadows leaving Y/n stood there breathing heavily. She touched her neck where keanu had kissed it and smiled. Y/n walked back into the now calm bar and ordered another drink. The bartender gave her a knowing look as she drank the cool drink quickly trying to calm herself down. She didn't know why she was so drawn to keanu, he couldn't have been bad or else he would have killed her when he had the chance right? . She would definitely be coming back to the bar more regularly just to see the vampire who had saved her life and to see if he was truly good, especially since She owed him a drink for saving her life.

The end

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A/n: ngl vampire keanu is hot af

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x you #keanu reeves x reader #keanucharlesreeves #john wick oc #john wick x you #john wick x reader #john wick imagine #john wick #x reader #x you #Reader insert #vampire

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Reggie//Fourteen

Request: Hi. I was wondering if you could do a Sweet Pea or Fangs, or Reggie, I don't know if you write for him, one where they have a girlfriend and the reader is their best friend and has a crush on them but they don't know and they see reader with someone else and they get jealous and then they and the reader get together? 🖤

“Reginald! Today is your lucky day.” You caught up with him as you walked down the corridor. 

“Why? What stupid thing have you got planned?” He asked narrowing his eyes. 

“Me? Have something stupid planned?” You feigned offense. “I’d do know such thing. But I do have a free house tonight so we can practice backflipping off the roof. You were so close last week. Oh, and by me, I mean you, and by backflipping I mean falling.” You added and he nodded. 

“I’ll look forward to it.” He laughed and you smiled at him. 

“Great! I’ll see you at 7.” You told him and walked towards your class. 

“Actually!” He called after you. “Can we do it another time? I just remembered I’ve got a date with Layla tonight.”

“Err. Sure.” You agreed and smiled at him. 

“Thanks. You’re the best!” He smiled brightly at you before walking to his own class. 

“Yep. The best.” You muttered and walked into the classroom. You and Reggie had been friends since you were both 12. He’d drawn something very rude and very anatomically incorrect in your notebook, so you hit him with it and you both ended up in detention together. By the end of it you had become best friends and nobody had been able to break that. That was until Layla turned up. Layla was perfect for Reggie, and everything you weren’t. They had met in biology at the beginning of the year when they were paired up for a project and you had to listen to Reggie flirt with her using science terminology, which was just painful. But what you wouldn’t give to be on the receiving end of those pick up lines. 

You had liked Reggie since your fourteenth birthday. Everybody had forgotten, even your parents. He was the only one that had remembered and so he did anything and everything to make it the best birthday ever. Which he did, and he gave you the best birthday present. Which wasn’t the newest album of your favourite band. It was your first kiss. Reggie had had his a few weeks earlier with some girl he met at one of his parents business parties. All of your friends had either kissed someone or they were telling people they had so you were the odd one out and you were freaking out. So Reggie offered to be your first kiss to get it over with. 

He actually made it very romantic for a fourteen year old boy. Well as romantic as Reggie Mantle got. He turned the fairy lights on in your room and put your favourite song on before kissing you sweetly. It was the most magical thing you had ever experienced and you were disappointed when he pulled away. He had burped straight after kissing you so that took some of the magic away but it was still there. The teeny, tiny spark that started your affection towards Reggie. Not that he’d ever see you as anything more than a friend. 

Now he had a girlfriend and you were still as single as ever. He of course spent more time with his girlfriend than he did with you, you understood that, but it didn’t mean it hurt any less when he choose to hang out with her over you. 

It had been a few weeks since the backflipping incident and you felt like you hadn’t seen Reggie in forever. Whenever you asked to hang out he was either busy with Layla or his other friends and you had big news to tell him. You were going on a date. With an actual cute guy. 

Sweet Pea had asked you out during lunch last week. You were originally going to turn him down politely, but when you looked across the lunch hall to see Reggie looking awfully close (too close in a lunch hall if you were being honest) you decided what would be the harm in saying yes. Sweet Pea was cute, and hot as hell. So you agreed and he smiled brightly at you. 

You knew that Reggie and Sweet Pea had had their differences in the past, but that was all water under the bridge now, so you knew he’d be happy that you were going on a date. He always joked about how single you were. 

You were halfway through the date, and enjoying every single second of it. Sweet Pea was funny, kind and very sweet, which made you happy that he lived up to his name. He was also incredibly attractive, however you couldn’t get a certain footballer out of your head. This was made worse when he walked through the doors of Pops, with Layla following behind. He saw you across the room and looked at you confused before he connected the dots in his head and he smiled at you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively making you roll your eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Sweet Pea asked and you snapped your attention back to him. 

“Yeah. Reggie just walked in and he was being his usual stupid self.” You laughed and he smiled.  

“I’m gonna go pee and then we can get dessert if you want?” He asked and you nodded. “Great! I’ll be back soon.” He smiled at you before walking away. You looked around Pops, your eyes landing on Reggie who was glaring in your direction. 

“What?” You mouthed and he shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. Layla said something to him and he turned his attention back to her. 

‘you okay?’ You text him and he looked at you confused. 

‘yeah. why woudn’t i be?’ 

‘you were staring at me’ 

‘i just didn’t think sweet pea would be your type’ He text back and you furrowed your eyebrows. 

‘what do you think my type is?’ You asked. 

“You ready for dessert?” Sweet Pea asked with a bright smile and you placed your phone on the table. 

“Yeah!” You replied enthusiastically. 

“Great! I was thinking we could get one to share...if you want.” 

“I’d love that.” 

“Okay.” He nodded. “What do you want?” 

“Surprise me. I like literally everything here.” 

“Same.” He laughed and went to the counter. He came back a few minutes with some more drinks and you laughed and joked while you waited for the dessert to arrive. Once it did you smiled at him and he looked at you confused. “What?” He asked. 

“You got my favourite.” You told him. 

“No way.” He shook his head. 

“Way.” 

“Its my favourite too,” 

“Its like we’re made for each other.” You joked and he laughed. The slamming of a fist on a table made you jump and you both looked to find the source. Your eyes widened when you realized it was Reggie. 

“Is he okay?” Sweet Pea asked and you shrugged. 

“I dunno. Is it okay if I see if he’s alright?” 

“Of course.” He smiled at you and you returned it before standing up and making your way towards him. Layla shoved past you, tears flowing down her face and you’re pretty sure she cursed you as she passed you. This just made you even more confused. 

“Are you okay?” You asked and sat opposite Reggie. 

“Fine.” He said through gritted teeth and you raised an eyebrow. 

“You sure?” 

“Yes.” 

“Now, there’s just something that doesn’t make me quite believe that. It could be the fact that you’re about to bend the fork in your hand, or that you’re gonna grind a hole in your teeth if you keep clenching them that hard. So come on, tell me whats bothering you.” You placed a hand on his and he looked at your touching hands before back at you. 

“You were my first kiss.” He admitted and you laughed. 

“Wait. You’re being serious?” You asked and he nodded “Sorry.” You apologized. “I thought that girl from that party was.” 

“Nope. I only said that so you’d think I was cool.” 

“Why would you do something like that?” You laughed awkwardly. 

“Because I liked you.” He mumbled. 

“What?” You asked in disbelief. “You liked me?” 

“Like.” 

“What?” 

“I like you. Present tense. I don’t think I ever stopped. I just pushed it down because I thought you’d only see me as a friend and thats fine if you do. I get that. Its just, seeing you with Sweet Pea made me jealous and then I remembered my feelings for you and I got overwhelmed. I’m sorry.” He rambled and you stared at him shocked. “Oh by the way I think I’m single now.” 

“I like to too.” You admitted and he locked eyes with you. 

“Are you being serious?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Deadly. I’ve liked you since my fourteenth birthday.” You smiled at him. 

“Wow. Great. I, err. Usually I’m really smooth but there’s just something about you that makes me so awkward.” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Hey Y/n.” Sweet Pea said and you mentally cursed. You’d kinda forgot that you were on a date with someone, and so had Reggie judging by the expression on his face. “The desserts getting col-wait. Am I interrupting a moment here?” He pointed between the two of you and your intertwined finger. 

“I’m so sorry Sweet Pea.” You cursed yourself and gave him an apologetic smile. 

“Its fine. I’m still kinda caught up on someone.” He sighed. “You guys are cute together, I’ll see you around.” He shrugged. “’Ive already paid so you don’t need to worry about it. Enjoy the rest of your night.” He waved at the two of you awkwardly before shoving his hands in his pockets and leaving. 

“Well. Tonights been a disaster.” You sighed and sat back. 

“Not all of it.” Reggie shrugged. “I’ve just found out that the prettiest girl in Riverdale has liked me since we were fourteen.” 

“True.” You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “The feelings and age thing, not the pretty thing.” You said and he shook his head. 

“Do you wanna go on a date?” 

“I thought you’d never ask Mantle.” You agreed, smiling at him brightly. “Maybe not here though.” 

#reggie mantle #reggie mantle imagine #reggie mantle x reader #reggie mantle x you #reggie mantle x y/n #reggie #reggie x reader #reggie imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagine #charles melton

[shibyn]

and the wind sounds like the world’s sigh

persona 4 & 5 | shiho-centric, investigation team Near the end of May, Shiho transfers to a sleepy town called Inaba for a fresh start. However, Inaba isn’t the sleepy town her parents thought would be best for her— its on edge with unsolved mysteries, and Shiho finds that there’s a bit more behind what meets the eye regarding some of her classmates and a TV screen.

chapter 1: inhale | 2.4k | ao3

Maybe this is hell. It's a white ceiling, off-white walls, bright white lights, white bedsheets. It's the bland meals, kind but insincere conversations, background noise of the news. Sad, prolonged looks from Mom, regretful frowns from Dad, the overall lack of feeling from her legs. The monotone beep of the heart monitor and drip of the IV. Hell can't be dark and fiery and the screams of the damned-- it has to be this. 

Ann is a light in this place. The blonde of her hair offsets the white entirety of the room, the radiance of her smile breaking the solemn air that's been stagnant. She can't always visit, but Shiho looks forward to the times she can. She's the inch of normalcy left in Shiho's life-- she tells her about things that have been going on in school, a cool photoshoot she was in, a dumb thing Ryuji was up to, a shiny A on a test that she only passed because Akira helped, a new restaurant the three of them went to-- she's glad, so glad that Ann hasn't let this change her, hasn't let the wobble of her lips when she looks towards Shiho's legs keep her from looking her in the eye and talking as if they weren't in a hospital. More often than not, Ann isn't there. She isn't there, and sometimes Shiho thinks it may have been better to land differently, breaking more than just her legs. She's confined to bed, confined to sleep and watching tv and staring at the wall. She's stuck, legs basically useless, and she has to sit through looks of pity from the doctor, her nurses, her physical therapist, her parents. Her skin crawls whenever her parents visit. They know what happened, but they don't know. They're so quiet when they visit, so sad, so pitying, and she has no idea what they're thinking. She hopes and hopes for the door to slide open whenever they're here, hopes the doctor does a checkup on vitals or the therapist takes her to learn how to use her legs again or Ann to come bounding in and dispel them. She's not lucky. They stay and they speak of things so mundane-- at least it's nice to talk with Ann, but with her parents it all feels awkward and forced and Shiho wishes she had the gut to tell them to stop, they don't understand, don't act like you understand. They aren't in the room the day Ann enters, eyes both bright and watery. Ann basically crashes in the seat next to her bed, grasps her hand so tight she's momently scared it'll snap, and tells her it's all over, he's in jail, he got what he deserved, he's gone. Shiho cries and Ann cries with her, and maybe, just maybe she'll be able to walk those wretched halls again and graduate side-by-side with Ann like they imagined and maybe she'll meet Ryuji and Akira and give them the biggest hug possible and hopefully hang out with them at Big Bang Burger or the Arcade. Her hopes soar, and she wishes she could stand so she could hug Ann and leave this awful room. Her parents walk in the next day, faces drawn in, and tell her we're going to move when you're released from the hospital. We're sorry, Shiho. Shiho doesn't cry. She just hopes her legs will stay broken, so she can still at least stay here and see Ann regularly.

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Her legs ache the moment she steps off the train into the Yaso-Inaba Station. They've ached the moment she stepped on the train and throughout the whole ride. Shiho takes this as an ill omen. The car ride to the house is in a terse silence with occasional awkward conversations between her parents, similar to the train ride over. Inaba, her parents had told her, was a tiny rural town. A big difference from the metropolitan style of Tokyo. A good place for a fresh start, they said. Shiho can see between the lines and know they chose this place because nothing happens here. (She knows that they think if it's a peaceful place, there's less of a chance of her ending up in an ambulance midday and missing two months of her life. If it's peaceful, bad things won't happen. They won't.) It takes less than twenty minutes flat to drive to their house-- in Tokyo, on good days it would have taken twenty minutes to drive a mile. It's a small house, different from their even smaller apartment in Tokyo. They actually have a backyard. It's on the edge of Inaba and supposedly not too far from her new high school. Unpacking is quiet aside from the occasional 'put that in the kitchen' and 'can you help me carry this?' Thankfully it's cloudy outside, so it isn't too much of a chore. Most heavy things, like furniture, were delivered before hand, which cuts the labor. They apparently make enough noise for a neighbor to come out and greet them. Her mom ends up side-tracked talking to them, so she and her dad finish unpacking to avoid being dragged into the conversation. It's a single story house, small kitchen, small living room, two small rooms, two small bathrooms, and yet its still more spacious than their old apartment. Shiho claims the bedroom facing the backyard. Her dad helps bring in some boxes and offers to help set up furniture before Shiho shoos him off. Her room slowly comes together. She slowly puts things on the dresser, on the wall, in the closet, until it looks vaguely like her old room. It has all the same elements, but it doesn't register in her mind as her own yet. She goes about it in a detached sense, like her body is on autopilot. One year, Shiho thinks, this is my home for one year. She comes across her next uniform that her parents snuck in her boxes-- a black seifuku with a glaringly bright yellow ribbon and houndstooth patterned skirt. It's... something, to say the least. Not the worst uniform she's ever seen, but... well, it's definitely something. She guesses she can call it stylish for a school uniform. She lays it out on her bed, smoothing it out absently. There's no true blazer, so she can't exactly get away with just wearing the undershirt. She misses the plaid of Shujin, regardless of how ugly she thought it was at first. Her first day is... tomorrow, maybe? The day after? Her mom had told her, but it felt like fuzz in her ears. She doesn't want to think about school. Belatedly, she takes a picture to send it to Ann later. Ann was at a photoshoot right about now-- she couldn't exactly check her phone every now and then and respond to her. The lack of consistent buzzing from her phone made the whole unpacking process more quiet. Half-way through the next box, her dad reappears at the doorway, leaning in a casual way against the frame. He whistles in awe at the progress she's made, saying, "Wow, already this far? Sorry, sweetie, but you're gonna have to do the kitchen and living room at this pace." She rolls her eyes. "Sure thing. It'll probably be useless, though-- you'd probably reorganize it to your liking." He shrugs. "It's going to take weeks before your mother and I find an equilibrium in that kitchen. Ya close to a stopping point? I was kinda thinking bout getting dinner." She isn't, but the dust is starting to get to her. Besides-- this is might be the first time he's looked her in the eyes in a week. Maybe things are turning for the better. "Sure. I think I saw a take out place not too far away on the drive here." In a blocky motion, she pulls herself to her feet. Getting up to her feet was no longer easy. It was a struggle, even after so much physical therapy. She liked to think it was okay now. Yet-- her leg twists and twinges painfully, her breath catching in her throat as her world tilts. There's a flash of movement from the corner of her eyes in her dad's direction, but she manages to catch herself by slamming a stabilizing hand against the wall. Shiho swallows thickly, breathing slowly to calm the spike of her pulse at the sudden feeling of falling. She glances up warily. Her dad's hand is halfway towards her, as if to catch her if she didn't regain her footing, with the other braced against the door frame with white knuckles. There's a pause, a bit deafening, and her father retreats his hand and crams it in his pocket. A scowl sits on his face, the corner of his mouth twitching with unspoken words, and he quickly pulls on a grin that doesn't fit his face. "That was close," he laughs, a bit wheezily and with a tremor in the undertone. He shifts awkwardly, maybe debating to check if she's fine or to let her be. I wonder what went through his mind just now, Shiho thinks, throat tight, did he see my leg breaking? or them shattered, beneath hospital blankets? or maybe-- "Ah, you may have to start wearing your brace more often, kiddo. It's kinda hilly and rainy around here." Grimacing, she nods. "I'll put it on before we go." It's on her dresser, where she threw it after taking it off earlier to give her leg some air. She hates that thing-- it's hot and sweaty and itchy and it always seems to get disgusting in less than an hour. It's going to be miserable to wear it in the rain-- it'll become soggy and she'll have to deal with the spongey feel of it the whole school day. A moment passes. Her dad still lingers by the doorframe. He clears his throat and scratches his arm absently. "Are you going to be alright?" he asks, looking anywhere but her. "Yeah," she says quickly, and back tracks. "Yeah. I-- I'm alright. Just a little sore from the ride." Her legs are never not sore nowadays. Not that they need to know. There's a solemn look on his face. Shiho grits her teeth and thinks please don't. He nods-- she can't tell if he's satisfied with that answer or not-- and leaves. For a second, she just stands and breathes. Everyone around her has been walking on eggshells since she landed in the hospital, and she's so tired of it. She wonders how long it'll take until it's all gone and done for. Her mom trusts them with dinner, saying that she's in unpacking mode and doesn't want to drop out of it now that she's in it. The car ride is quiet for the most part, with the two of them peering out the window to spy a places to eat or figure out what something is. There's plenty of tiny mom-and-pop stores just a walk away from their house, and the Main Street isn't too far of a walking trip, either. Shiho has a feeling she'll become familiar with these streets in due time. The sun had set enough to the point where it was fairly dark out with the overcast. The clouds aren't lit up orange with city lights, and there's an underwhelming amount of obnoxiously neon signs on these streets. Some store signs aren't even lit up-- just how rural is this place? Oh!-- then, maybe when the nights aren't cloudy, she'll be able to see the stars? They end up parking at a brightly-lit grocery store and wander to a nearby takeout restaurant. The air's thick with rain soon to come and is quite chilly for spring-- the warmth of the restaurant they slip into is more than welcoming. It's a small place-- a few tables are set up inside with a couple tables occupied. Shiho very pointedly avoids their wandering curious stares. Three boxes of noodles ends up being the price of a single nice meal in Tokyo. And even better, from what she could peer at in the restaurant, they're possibly the best looking noodles she's seen in years. Not grossly greasy, or dangerously overcooked. The chunks of beef and chicken shine with just the right amount of sauce, and the vegetables don't seem still half frozen from the freezer. Sweet n Sour, General Tso's, Teriyaki-- the smell makes her want to crack a box open in the car, and from the pace her dad walks at, he wants to, too. Ah. The lack of city lights also makes the lights of a police car much more stark. Both her and her dad falter-- they aren't near their car, were they? God, what if the police around here were crazy strict about parking between the lines. Her dad didn't have a great streak with being completely center, and the parking lot was empty, so he didn't exactly try-- what luck would that be, not even six hours in Inaba and they've already gotten a ticket. But as they step closer, the car is parked in a side street close to the market. Her dad's shoulders drop in relief when there's no-one  by his car. There are some standing outside the police cars, like there's something going on. One glances up and spots the two of them ogling. He smiles disarmingly at them, nods to his companion, and approaches. "Good evening," the officer says kindly. His hands are neatly tucked into his jacket pockets, posture open yet with a tension along his shoulders. "Sorry to bother the two of you this evening. I'm required to ask anyone I see, though— have you seen any suspicious activity nearby, recently? Biker gangs, suspicious figures, anything?" "No," her dad says curtly, his eyes drifting in the direction of the side street with a confused frown. Biker gangs? Suspicious people? Shiho thinks absently, shifting the bag on her arm anxiously, wait, didn't they say— didn't they say nothing happens around here? "We moved in today. Is something wrong?" A dawning realization crosses the officer's face. "Ah. No, not-- not necessarily. We're just keeping watch." The officer seems to mentally juggle what he should say. He ends up frowning and says, "Well... a first-year at Yasogami by the name of Tatsumi Kanji went missing recently, last seen by his mother's textile shop. He's possibly involved with activity in biker gangs. If you hear anything about him or see any activity, be sure to report it, yeah?" The smile her dad gives the officer is tense. "Understood. Thank you." Dinner isn't going to be as pleasant as she thought it would be.

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[psychostrilondes]

HI IM GONNA WRITE MORE davekat because im disgustin

i made this little babie post that said like, dave hides in cramped little spaces like closets and laundry rooms sometimes and needs to be coaxed out, and ye!! its mostly when hes close to his version of panic over a delusion, oh no, oh no im not safe, where is, i cant find it, i need, i cant, everyones looking to kill me, im horrible, ive failed and im still failing, things like that? all hidden behind his flat mouth expression and No Words, and when it gets really bad the expression doesnt change at all but maybe he starts crying with how pent-up afraid he is and has to dip three fingers behind his shades to wipe the tears onto the sleeve of his god pjs , and, something has to Happen, and if theres no way to fight whats happening, and no one is around right now like its the middle of the night, the only option is to hide??

so imagine at like 4 am on the meteor or even in his lil house on earth c or just wherever, dave stalking down the hallways with his 1/2swordkind in his hands, clutched so freakin tight, and hes Cool and doesnt have much adrenaline even though hes scared bc he knows he needs to stay calm to fight if something jumps out at him, and there are so many perceived threats even though hes maybe actually totally safe, and hes on guard while he walks to ,,,, somewhere? anywhere thats more unfamiliar and cramped than his room, because whatevers stalking him would obviously know to check his bedroom for the man himself, so maybe he goes to the little walk-in food pantry they’ve got and shuffles aside some big bags of whatever of makeshift storage to hide behind them, or like, hides way back behind the laundry machines and, wherever, he curls up really tight with his knees to his chest and his specibus tucked away and ready to be drawn in a split second should he need it, and he’s so used to hunkering down in weird spots from his childhood, ugh, its just too natural and too bringing-back-memories, ugh, dangit

so he just kind of sits back there, totally hidden, and lets his adrenaline build up and he starts trembling and just kinds of , waits, for the feeling to pass, might , take a while , ah

and karkat and him have had this routine that he’s foregone today in favor of heavy dissociation, karkat hangs out in the main room with a book he’s reading and waits for dave to wake up even though dave wakes up like two or three hours after he does, its cool, he can use the reading time? its no big deal? its a big book anyways, but then, it’s four hours that hes been hanging out in the common room, and then five, and um, hes getting bored of reading, like u cant just read forever hehe

after five and a half hours he decides to go over to daves block and just wake him the heck up, itd be kinda cute to see him all sleepy and he totally has this image of messy-haired shadeless dave in his head, and hes kind of in a good mood, and he knocks, and theres obviously no answer so he punches in dave’s doors password like its nothing, nbd, and daves literally just

not in there

wtf ,,,, there goes his good mood hehe dave just Doesnt skip their whole eating breakfast together in the morning thing, either theyre about to argue or somethings kinda wrong?? is dave hurt or something?? did he get kidnapped by somebody on his way to the bathroom?? he laughs a little, and over the next hour he asks around for dave and gets a thorough “nuh uh” answer from just about everybody, and then, um, where the heck is dave. where’d he go.

after asking literally everybody he asks rose and kanaya last and kanaya sort of looks really worried?? oh no,, rose explains to him with equal worrie that maybe dave isnt feeling well, and we’ll keep an eye out, but she’s being freaking cryptic in the way karkat hates about her and he just leaves without unendingly pressing her about it bc he knows its useless by now lol

so for the next hour and a half hes just. looking where dave usually likes to go

dave isnt at any of his favorite spots, and if its earth c he even asks daves favorite cafe’s baristas if theyve seen him yet, and they say no, and its literally the afternoon?? um?? ugh

he’s gone freaking everywhere and karkat just ends up back at home or back where he started and he just ,,,,,, doesnt know what to do

its been hours and hours, its almost been like, all day, and karkat misses him, damniiiiiit, hes so sad :( in his Misery he wanders down the hall to make something to eat since he literally hasnt eaten , he ................... sees daves red outfit in the dark from where hes hiding under the shelving.........

wow , he just has this little second, like “um,” and he has this second to look and see his knees to his chest and his hands still clutching his hair, sort of frozen like that, and karkat crouches and says “dave..?” and dave startles and his hands re-clutch into white hair and oh no, oh god its happening, its happening im gonna die, oh no, this is just and im gonna be gone oh no fuck fuck and he cant stop some more tears from just Pouring omfg and he kicks out his cover, a big tub of whatever miscellaneous, and his 1/2swordkind is back in his hands and shielding his body from karkat, and karkat says “hey, whoa” and holds up his empty hands, “its just me dave, karkat, its karkat” and dave doesnt move, and his mouth is in a grimace, he totally just, caught that hes holding up his sword at his boyfriend?? karkat?? karkat’s here, this is karkat he’s looking at, and karkat just watches him, and settles a little when dave does, and his sword lowers a little as he falters, um, and he realizes he made a mistake, wtf omg

hahaha umm, but hes still so sure karkat is here to kill him maybe?? that might actually happen ,,, so dave does lower his sword and set it aside VERY slowly and cautiously without turning his eyes away from karkat, but he doesnt move from where he is , um,

and karkat settles out of his crouch and sits down on the floor there, and like, “have u been hiding here the whole time?” and dave stares at him like hes surprised karkats here?!?!?!?!? when did karkat get here wtf

an hes dissociating out of his darn mind, like it feels like hes been hiding behind this big box for years,,,,, and most of him feels like hes vulnerable with the box pushed out and away and he has to cover himself back up in case Someone Else comes in, and part of him is so happy his boyfriends here, karkat can make it safe, when he was upset earlier karkat was asleep and he couldn’t verbalize his emotions to wake him up or anything, omg, and dave just stares at him a whole bunch without even blinking, just taking in that his boyfriends here >w< dangit that would personally make me so happy too arg 

karkat asks if he ate anything today, and asks when dave started hiding in here, and dave cant even process what hes saying to him but its okay!! karkat says, if you come out we can grab some food, i bet youre hungry right? and dave totally realizes that the cramps in his middle are actually from not having eaten and not from internal stomach insects and it must be really late in the day? and dave nods a little, and thats really good, really good that hes responding, honestly its been more than 12 hours and his back hurts really bad and his butts Beyond Numb and he could really use a blanket and a bowl of cereal .......

so karkat inches into dave’s hiding spot with him, sort of over the course of their conversation, and then by the time dave’s nodding or shaking his head to his questions karkat is back there in the dark with him, and he comments on how cramped it is back here what the heck?? how are u not atrophied?? and literally within One Minute dave is hugging him, he even initiates it because dave is a total cuddle monster, and they just sort of hug for a little while , and 

theyre so cute :(

karkat instructs dave to shuffle out of there with him, and he helps dave up and supports his weight for a minute because his joints Freaking Hurt, and he holds him up until dave stops trembling and then they hold hands together really tightly and go and make something easy to eat like cereal or hot pockets or what ever

and then they eat the hot pockets

and its good

and dave still isnt talking but thats cool, hes still a little fragile, but its ok, dave is nodding and tapping his fingertips silently on his thigh and maybe he’s not feeling it yet but hes warming up, karkat can make up for the other half of silence , its really nice to get food in him, and within the next hour he says “what the hell, karkat” and then “you’d think they’d know how to make those” and its clear dave is gettin back in the swing of things :p 

and that is the story of dave spending 16 hours hiding in a food pantry ... thnk u im garbage

#hs #psychosis #davekat #LONG!!!!!!!!