#please don't insult the design he's supposed to be me

[rjisodd]

a doodle of irl self cuz I had a handful of motivation

#please don't insult the design he's supposed to be me #idk what tags to use #another tag #drawing #digital art #myself #half finished #simple design #idk what to think of this tbh #self portrait

[dcxdpdabbles]

Passion for Fashion Part 3

Danny nervously twirls his thumbs as Dan paces before him, mumbling insults to the Waynes under his breath. They were supposed to go third in the walkway line, as it was supposed to be in alphabetical order, but just as the computation was going to begin, a disaster struck.

Tim Drake-Wayne had been kidnapped. In broad daylight, as the teenage CO-CEO was getting out of his limo, a group of men broke through the crowd, swinging guns around and demanding everyone to get on the ground and give them their valuables.

Of course, there were security who attempted to gain control of the situation, but it seemed that three of their newest hires were traitors and in on the heist. A shoot-out was ensured.

Drake-Wayne had been taken in the chaos, and Bruce Wayne had passed out from worry. He and the rest of his kids were on their way to a hospital- a secret location to deter further kidnappings of the remaining Waynes- and the first runway of the competition was canceled.

Danny hadn't seen anything from the model changing room, but Dan had forgotten his make-up bag in the front entry and had gone back for it while Danny changed. He had been front and center when the whole thing went down.

"Who just lets themselves get taken like that!?" Dan huffs, practically spitting fire. According to the ghost, Tim Drake-Wayne's actions were an act, and the teenager had been able to get away from his kidnappers but didn't.

Dan found his nonaction insulting since it paused his fashion show.

"Um, look around you? Situation awareness." Danny tells him, gesturing to the cage they had been shoved into. While the people had been preoccupied with Tim Drake-Wayne's kidnapping, a second group of men had gone in through the backdoor and taken all the models.

Danny had thought it was the staff moving them until he noticed a few people crying as they were placed into vans. In his defense, most people aren't used to seeing someone armed like he is, so the gun-waving hadn't tipped him off.

Dan had joined him later when he followed the coordinator- another traitor- to the vans, and his counterpart had only gotten upset when they took his make-up bag.

"Please, this is just metal." Dan rolls his eyes, bending the bars and straightening them out again to prove his point. Danny doesn't mention the electric buzz the bars release, as neither is really affected by the shock. It's more of an annoying light show. "Sides, it's not like we're human. Not like them."

He tilts his chin to where other models sob in their cages below. They are all waiting for their new owners to pick them up. At least, that's what Danny was able to gather from the men's taunts. They were taken by human traffickers, who had buyers look at the competition lineup and pick which model they wanted before the actual kidnapping.

Danny and Dan were in such high demand they would be sold at an auction that would take place while the rest of their pals kept the Bats busy. Danny had no idea who the Bats were or why they would save them instead of the police.

"Tell the whole world why don't you?" Danny hisses, twirling his thumbs more " If they found out what we are we could be turned over to this world version of the Guys In White."

"Oh no, I'm shaking in my human boots." Dan rolls his eyes. He resumes his pacing. "If the Waynes had taken this seriously, we could have been seeing the results of the judge's panel already."

"Dan, this is a little more important than your fashion Obsession."

"Excuse you, my Obsession is a medical condition," Dan huffs, sliding down the cage bars, and for a brief second, his hair flickered to white before it settled back into black. A flash of pain crosses his face. "My core is killing me."

Danny winces. "Right, sorry, that was insensitive. How about I steal you some paper and pens so you can design a ball gown?"

"I like that."

Danny turns to the bars, bending them open and closing them behind him. He carefully makes his way across the giant shipping crates, to an office at the top right corner.

They are at the docks, hidden somewhere in a warehouse among many crates that will be shipped out, and Danny is honestly a little offended they have yet to be found. Sure, the kidnappers had driven through the sewers on a strangely built road that led them here, but surely someone would have noticed the apparent fact the van disappeared at a fake dead alley?

Weren't there cameras in almost every corner of the city? Dan had warned Danny about them while doing his Obsession-driven research, and both agreed not to Go Ghost while in public due to them.

Now, they could escape, but Danny wasn't kidding about the Guys in White or whatever their equivalent was here. He would rather know what level of competence they have before he makes any rash moves.

Danny also wants to see his fellow models' buyers, and he would like to have a word with them. His ghost Obsession may not be protection- much to the shock of many- but Danny has always had a moral compass that pointed to protecting others around him.

Dan knew and respected this about him, so his counterpart was willing to sit and wait for the buyers. He's just a little angsty since it disrupted his obsession.

Danny grimly peeks into the office window when he sees the coordinator talking on a phone. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around, so he carefully opens the door and creeps up behind the man.

"-If you ever want to see your son again," The man is saying, smirking. Danny can't see it due to the man facing away from him, but he can hear it in his voice.

On the desk is a laptop that repeats what he said only, the sound sounds robotic and unrecognizable. Is that a voice changer? "I suggest you ask Batman to find your boy before it's too late."

Batman? The man they were supposed to help save his humanity?

Danny knows it's a risk, but this is too much of a chance to pass up. He carefully picks up the office chair and brings it down hard on the disgusting man's head. The coordination lets out a chocked grunt of pain, but he's out like a light when he hits the ground. His phone flies across the floor, and a voice is heard speaking urgently.

Danny ties the man to the bolted-down desk using zip ties- the same ones they had used on him and the rest earlier that day, before picking up the phone.

"Hello? Is this Batman?" Danny asks, jumping slightly when the laptop repeats him in a creepy robotic voice. "Wait hold on, I think I can get rid of this voice thingy."

"...what?" A man asks over the phone, but Danny pays him no mind as he tries to click some boxes.

"Hello, testing one two three," Danny says, wincing when the voice changer makes him sound high and unnaturally squeaky. He sounds like he's trying to audition for Alvin and the Chipmunks. "Hello? Hello? Wait, I think I got it."

"Who are you? Where is Tim?" The man asks, and Danny almost rolls his eyes. He hates it when someone interrupts him while he's working with tech.

"Wait-there it is! Can you hear me alright? Do I sound normal?"

"....I can hear you."

"Awesome! Are you Batman, and if so, have you considered the importance of mental health activities? Like hugging your kids once a day? That really boosts your serotonin and dopamine levels." Danny asks, attempting to channel Jazz as much as he can. There is muffled sound across the phone line, like someone is attempting to smother a laugh.

"No, this is Bruce Wayne." Mr. Wayne says after a moment pause, "You have my son?"

"Oh," Danny tries not to sound as disappointed as he feels, but he may have failed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne I don't think your son is here. I think they were using him to distract you and the police of the missing models."

There is a strange lake of sound on the other line before Mr. Wayne responds. "Can you tell me who I am speaking to?"

"Danny Fenton. I was one of the models that was taken." Danny says, then he realizes the cops must be listening in because that always happens in movies; he lowers his voice and tries to sound in shock. "I think we're in a warehouse? I'm not sure, but I was in a cage when I woke up. They said they're going to sell us. I escaped, but there were guards everywhere, so I tried hiding in the office and heard the man you were speaking to come in. I hit him with a chair."

"Mr.Fenton," A new man says suddenly, "I know this is a terrifying situation, and I-"

"Are you Batman?"

"....No, son, I'm Commissioner Gordon"

"Oh."

"Do you want to speak to Batman?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask why?"

"I need to tell him to hug his kids."

Danny waits a few seconds for a response, but he hears nothing, not even the wind. They must have muted themselves. He leans on the desk, mindful to give the kidnapper a solid kick to make sure he's still out, and glancing over to the window to make sure there aren't any guards coming his way.

"Mr. Fenton, did they give you anything strange?" Commissioner Gordon asks

Danny thinks for a moment before humming. "They gave all of us something in a needle. I don't know what it was, but it felt funny. My brother has been acting weird since he got it."

"Okay, you're doing good. " Commissioner Gordon sounds like he is frowning but the words cause something in Danny's core to pur."Okay, son, everything is going to be alright. I need you to do something for me. Every Gotham warehouse has a serial number; you can find it in the main office on the power box. Do you see the box?"

Danny glances around until he sees the small little green box. He hurries over to it, throwing the door open. "I found it."

"Good. Can you read me the number?"

Danny reads them off as quickly as he can. Once all ten digits are within the police's hands he asks again. "Do you know if Batman partakes in his kid's interests?"

"I can ask him for you."

"Would you? That would be great. It's important to let people know you care about them by showing an interest in what they are passionate about. My brother Dan really likes making clothes, and even though I don't think I can model, I do it for him, you know?"

"You're a good brother."

"Thank you.....I'm tired Mr. Gordon." Danny says suddenly eyelids becoming heavy. He slides down the wall a lot like Dan did before.

"I'm sorry to hear that but I need you to keep talking to me, Mr. Fenton."

"Batman should tell his kids he loves them. His love language may be an act of service, but Nightwings' is words of affirmation. Nightwing needs to be told he's loved."

"Mr. Fenton! Stay awake for me! Mr.Fenton!" Danny hears someone yelling, but his core is purring even more now, and the sound is luring him to sleep. Suddenly he thinks of his counterpart in the cage waiting for his paper and pen.

"I have to go. I promised Dan I would get him some stuff so he could design some clothes. Bye-Bye."

"No! Don't hang up-!"

Danny drops the cell phone after pressing the end call button and ignores it when it rings again. He hurries over to the desk, looking for paper, but finds the table lacking. Thankfully, an open suitcase has sheets that he borrowed and a few pens.

He takes them all and runs back over the crates to where Dan is. Once he arrives, he notices many models are no longer distressed. All of them are smiling with a dazed look, and a few are even giggling. He waves at a few as he hurries back to his cage.

Dan is there, muttering under his breath and twisting his fingers in the air as if he were drawing in the sky. Danny bends the bars and holds up his prize. "I got the stuff!"

"Thank the ancients! I was never going to finish Mr. Hot scales suit without it!" Dan cheers, turning one of the sheets over to a clean side. He throws his whole body on the ground, using the smooth surface to start his ball gown.

Danny watches him for a moment before his purring core is too much. Dan reaches out to grip his leg, enclosing it in his warm palm and that's all Danny needs before he's fast asleep.

Dan continues to draw for a few more minutes before he, too, is overcome with sleep. Neither notices Red Hood or Robin bursting into the warehouse, guns and swords blazing, just as the buyers arrive. They or any of the models are unaware of the smackdown that happens until everyone involved with the scheme is behind bars.

Robin finds their cage, stepping through the bent bars and pausing at the sheets of paper scattered across the slumbering teenagers. He flips one incredibly designed ballgown only to have his eyes widen at what's written down.

"Robin to Batman," he says, staring at the paper and pressing his communicator. "I have a complete list of everyone who was buying today and past buyers. We can dismantle an entire ring with this."

"Good work, Robin."

"It wasn't I who found it. It was the Fentons."

".....Are they hurt?"

"Drugged but otherwise unharmed."

"Good."

There is a pause before Nightwing speaks up "Tell me you love me B."

"No"

Danny Fenton's eyes briefly open to stare into a surprised Robin's eyes. "Tell him Batman his humanity is at risk. Says the Ghost King."

"They gave him the good shit," Spolior laughs, having heard Fenton through the coms.

Elsewhere, Tim Drake-Wayne stares at Killer Croc aka Waylon Jones who is replaying the video of Dan Fenton catcalling Waylon from his cage right after the fashion designer was dosed with high levels of morphine.

"Hey Papi, why don't you come up here and let me dress you up in the proper wrapping for a walking gift like you?"

"Hey...hey are you from the EverBurning tribe? Cause those are the hotest legs and tail I have ever seen!"

"Mr.Hot Scales, I promise Danny is the only ally of FarFrozen. I'm team EverBurning all the way! Kiss me!"

"What the actual fuck?" Tim asks, and Waylon nods.

"I have no idea, kid. The first time any of my merchandise flirts with me."

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Passion for Fashion #Part 3 #tw: human trafficking #tw: drugs #Danny and Dan were somewhat able to fight off the drug #Dan was in his right mind when he was catcalling #Look Dan is more ghost then human and thus finds nonhumans hot #Danny's obsession was hinted. Can you spot it? #The twins got in situation #Bruce is worried about them

[astridthevalkyrie]

me getting into a new character: how neurodivergent am i allowed to go

cw: fluff + a few mild horny thoughts

Rafayel has this little quirk where he's practically incapable of acting like a normal boyfriend. Or a normal person, honestly. Where other people would just take your hand walking down the street, he holds it out with a too-happy, beaming grin so that he can see you take it yourself. Where other people would just sit down at a fancy restaurant, he makes mock offended noises if you try to sit before he can make a big show of pulling your chair out for you.

Where other people would kiss you, he likes biting.

"I'm thinking," he muses, nibbling on your earlobe, "what about a diamond necklace?"

You sigh, burrowing yourself further into him, back against his chest. You're quite comfortable, and you could even fall asleep if it wasn't for his constant yammering. "No."

"Come on," he complains, sinking his teeth into your cheek this time. You let out a brief sound of exasperation, trying to bat at him, but he remains steadfast, tongue poking out to soothe the minor indent he leaves into your skin. "How'm I supposed to prove myself if you won't let me?"

"How would you buying me a diamond necklace prove anything?"

One of his hands slips under your shirt, resting right under your chest. His fingers knead whatever they get in contact with—it's not painful, actually it feels pretty good, not that you'd ever admit it to him. Though you suppose, turning around in his hold and silently indicating to him to pull you closer may just be admitting exactly that.

"It'd prove I'm not cheap, for one thing. I'd be able to tell everyone, whatever my girlfriend wants, she gets! You're so strange, not wanting anything. Do you even know how rich I am?"

"Tell you what," you mumble, burying your face in his neck and completely melting in his arms as soon as his comforting scent fills your senses, "you buy me a quesadilla tomorrow and I'll tell everyone you're practically my sugar daddy."

Rafayel scoffs. "Like anyone would ever believe you were a sugar baby. You don't have the constitution for it."

That might be a new lead in the top ten strangest insults you've ever heard from him. Shooting a small glare up his way, you bite back, "Are you going to let me sleep or are you gonna keep talking?"

"Keep talking," he answers without hesitation, then barrels forward before you can protest. "Hmm, maybe I should just fill my place up with amenities for you. Cheese plates in the kitchen. Exfoliators in the bathroom. A butler to take your coat."

The ridiculous idea of him hiring a butler just so someone could occasionally take your coat from you when you come over makes you laugh, which in turn puts a pleased smile on his face and accidentally encourages him to continue.

"What's that kids' movie you like? Twelve Dancing Princesses? What if I just repaint this room with the floor design from that?"

Now hang on. This one actually interests you, the idea of playing out your childhood fantasies out by dancing around in Rafayel's room. If you asked, you're sure he'd hire someone to replicate the same dress the main character from that movie wears too. "Wouldn't that be embarrassing? Anyone who comes here would see it."

"Yeah, something tells Thomas won't care. And if anyone else does come here, they'll probably write a boringly long article meant to flatter me. Renowned artist is super nice and generous to his childish girlfriend—"

"Says the guy who cried during Island Princess," you fire back, "also, it's nice to know you're only trying to spoil me for acclaim."

"Hello? Did you miss the part where I said boringly long? I'm trying to spoil you because I want you to spend my money."

"Why? It turns you on or something?"

"Maybe," he grins, pretending to lean in to kiss you, then sinking his teeth into your cheek once more the second you purse your lips to meet him halfway. With a quiet growl, you kick at his feet, and he only laughs against your skin. "Come oooon, I'm serious. Tell me at least one expensive thing I can get you."

Finally, you open your eyes, looking up at him with all your sincerest conviction. "Raf. If you wanna ruin your reputation and renovate your floor into the Twelve Dancing Princesses one just to prove a point, go for it. But I'm warning you, I'm gonna have to give you the best head of your life if you do that."

Rafayel groans, the hand that's not up your shirt tangling into your hair. "Don't tell me that, you're gonna force me to be selfless and turn it down. This isn't transactional. I give you my card and tell you to go wild, and then you just do it. Nothing in return."

Ah, yes, the Raf classic. Say the sweetest possible thing in the most irritating way he possibly can. Well, two can play at that game.

"If you give me your card and expect nothing in return, I'm going to strictly buy paint supplies in all your favorite brands, all your favorite colors—"

"I don't have favorite colors—"

Clamping a hand over his mouth, you press on. "And your weak attempt to spoil me will fall flat because not only will I only buy things you like, but I'll wire you the entire amount of what I spend the next day."

He lets out a dramatic half-whine, shaking you a little. "Man, you're so embarrassing!" Tugging you closer, he drowns out your complaints with his own protests. "So clingy, stop getting so close to me! Oh my god," he moans, holding your hand tighter the more you try to fight him and pull back, "get away from me, stalker. Let go!"

"Holy shit, you're so annoying—"

"And you're so obsessed with me, it's concerning."

For once, you're the one pouting at him. "I'm trying to sleep. You're really warm. Can you please push my limits later?"

An affectionate smile lights up his face. "Yeah, okay. As long as you agree tomebuyingyouapradabag."

"No."

Rafayel snorts, tucking his face into your hair. "And you think you could handle being a sugar baby."

#love and deepspace #l&ds #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel x mc #rafayel #valkyrie stories

[invisibleraven]

"I am no longer accepting this." for Willie because he seems like such a chill dude...

Willie never intended to become a street kid really. His parents died when he was tiny, and he floated from foster home to foster home through his youth. Then after a particularly bad time in one he ran away-taking what food and cash he could before finding a church to sleep the night in.

That had been years ago now-and he had learned to adapt. Taking odd jobs designing boards and waiting tables when he could. Panhandling and even begging when things got desperate.

Then he met Caleb.

Caleb found him on the street, looking rather pathetic, and offered him a warm meal, a hot shower, and a place to stay.

Willie accepted-never realizing the catch that would come. How he would be conscripted into work-selling himself out on the street, giving half his earnings to Caleb in order to keep his belly full and a roof over his head.

He supposed there were worse ways to live. He picked the guy, he set the terms, and he kept some of the money which he put away for the future-so he could find a life of his own eventually.

Then Caleb started pushing him towards some clientele he wished to woo for his more legitimate businesses. It meant a bigger paycheque, but less desirable beaus. They were usually older, wealthier, and entitled-meaning they felt he was property more than being company. Willie ended more evenings than not miserable and broken.

"You're to be commended," Caleb commented. "Mr. Brandon was supremely pleased with you."

"I was less than pleased with him," Willie snarked back. "Am I done with the glad handing now?"

"Not quite yet," Caleb replied coolly. 'Remember you owe me-if not for me where would you be? Starving on the street, half dead from the cold. So you can plaster on a smile for a few more dates can't you?'

Willie's smile was more grim than acquiescent, but he nodded. He did owe Caleb, who knows if he would have lived much longer on the streets. But it still stung to be owned, body and soul, and not have a choice in where his own life was heading.

Yet he endured, suffering through john after john who manhandled him, pulled his hair, didn't care for his own pleasure or comfort.

Then one man-he never did catch his real name-left Willie limping, bleeding, and sobbing into the cheap motel carpet, covered in fluids and stained, crumpled bills with a spitted insult.

He can't recall how long he lay there, heart broken over what he had been reduced to. Nothing was worth this-no debt, no sense of gratitude, nothing. Eventually he dragged himself to the shower, using a thing sliver of soap to scrub himself clean-though it would never be clean enough.

He kept his expression still as he left-never let 'em see you cry.

That is until he stormed into Caleb's office. "I'm done."

Caleb barely glanced up at him. "Done with what William? From what I heard Mr. Cooper was supremely pleased, he even forwarded over a tip." He shoved a stack of bills across the table.

Willie shuddered at the blood money-he hadn't even taken the money that had littered the hotel room. "I am no longer accepting this-this horror show you've turned my life into. I'm done Caleb. My debt is paid."

"The hell it is!" Caleb shouted, standing. "I own you William! You don't leave unless I let you."

"Who's gonna stop me?" Willie retorted, turning from the office. He didn't look back, not even as Caleb threatened to ruin him. He had money in the bank, and he could go anywhere he wanted.

He was finally-and forever-free.

#filled prompts #ficlet #caleb & willie #julie and the phantoms

[rosellerivers19]

The Adventures of Shady bug and Claw noir: A little head canon 😉 (based off of @ladyblorg's work)

"Alright start playing let's see what you got" The midnight dark haired girl with a pink highlight and always seemed to wear a sour expression said crossing her arms to a shy quiet teal haired boy who was surprised the dark girl even gave him a moment of her time.

"A-Alright" a very different version of Luka mumbled but the girl didn't hear her she had a glare etched onto her face burning his insides as if she hated his guts but Luka knew better she was like that with everyone

The teal haired boy's fingers found the rough handle of the guitar as if clicking in place and began moving periodically having a mind of their own. The song wasn't new or modern but they were familiar, comfortable.

He closed his eyes letting himself relax as he played feeling the rhythm a state of peace he never had when he was at school, hanging out with his friends or even when he was with his sister.

Marinette rolled her eyes as if finding the music distasteful a scowl on her face before she said

"Baroque music is lame prep" rather harshly.

Luka immediately stopped playing his finger freezing on the strings. The music he found solace in was a burden for her. He felt sad at the thought he was bothering the girl who was trying to teach her.

He looked down disappointed with himself as the girl gave him a hard look before shifting to a disinterested face

"I-I'm sorry I can play something el--"

Before he could finish the sentence he felt himself get bonked by the bluenette

"NO PEACHFUZZ!! GAWD!!" she shouted exhausted

'yep definitely gonna leave a bruise' he thought wincing as he rubbed his head

"w-what was that for?" he mumbled quietly as Marinette gave an exasperated sigh

"If someone says they don't like your music your supposed to tell them to screw off" she crossed her arms her moody nature in full force

"But that would be mean" Luka said softly he didn't want to hurt anybody

"That's the point" Marinette grumbled before raising her voice and shouting

"NOW DO IT AGAIN!"

__________

It took them 5 attempts and Luka was still saying please "WHAT THE **** DID I TELL YOU!?!?" Marinette shouted bonking him on the head again he was surprised she was tired of shouting and that he hadn't passed out yet

A certain blonde watched coldly from afar

Adrien didn't like the fact that a shrimp who had no back bone for himself was getting insulted and abused by the emo girl he had an attraction for . . .

'THAT SHOULD BE ME!' He thought scowling the boy had a twisted meaning of what love is . . . Surprising since his father was an absolute angel

He saw the bluenette finally walk away muttering 'pleasantries' to herself with that beautiful scowl on her face. Adrien was upset that it wasn't because of him though.

Adrien walked over nonchalantly seeing how the teal hugged the guitar and looked down solemnly it was absolutely repulsing.

"Ahem-" the blonde cleared his throat looking as least bothered as possible before saying in a clear and very harsh voice (so the oblivious dork would understand)

"I don't like how she insulted you" The blonde emo son of the famous fashion designer Gabriel Agreste said gruffly

The Teal's eyes widened looking up at him making Adrien smirk hoping the Teal would want to fight because he was certainly re--

"Thank you Adrien!" Luka said as if there were invisible tears in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around the blonde who's eyes were widened.

'What the hell!' The not so oblivious blonde thought seeing the shy dorky kid who had miraculously summoned up a minute of his love at first sight's time.

"W-what the hell" the blonde pushed the teal away

"I said I didn't like how she insulted you!" he repeated but for some strange reason his cheeks were a bit red now

But to Adrien's fury (and embarrassment) the Teal's smile grew brighter not at all upset because he pulled away.

"yes I know and that's very nice of you" Luka said swinging his music bag over his shoulder

"You're not as bad as everyone makes out Agreste" Luka had a small smile on his face as he left leaving the blonde to . . . digest?

'Did he just say nice?' Adrien thought feeling the pit of his stomach do a somersault before he regained control of his weird emotions and put a blank face

'He must be blind'

#luka x adrien #fanfic #fanfic ideas #miraculous ladybug #shadybug #claw noir #emonette #mlb paris special #emo adrien #shy luka #inspired

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

HNNNM HI IF YOURE STILL DOING THE AU THING I NEED MORE FROM THE AU WHERE ONE FOR ALL MAKES IZUKU AND ALL MIGHT HEAR EACH LTHERS THOUGHTS PLEASE AND THANK YOU

reference to this post: This is a test designed to provoke an emotional response. — I saw an idea and wanted to share it with you.... (tumblr.com)

The hardest part at first is turning the thought sharing off. They figure out how pretty quick, but they always seem to have just one more question or comment. Izuku spends much of the long bus ride to the training camp 'talking' to All Might, often trying to trick him into thinking info about it. Particularly, if he's going to show up. All Might finally tells him that the trip is supposed to be a fun time with his friends, and he should spend time with them.

Communication stays quiet for most of the camp. Standard good mornings and goodnights, what's the plan for today, how was it? Izuku doesn't notice much while training, but in the calm moments of meals and getting ready for bed, he realizes he misses the second voice in his head. He starts mentioning more inconsequential things, like a weird insult Kacchan yelled or when Aoyama freaked out about dirt on his nice shirt, just so he has an excuse to hear All Might again. He only gets a substantial answer when he tells All might about Kouta, the kid who hates heroes. What should I say to convince him otherwise, he asks. You don't have to say anything, his mentor tells him. Not everyone is going to feel the same way you do about things. But he seems so lonely. So do you, the way you'd rather think at me than talk to your friends in front of you. Izuku is the one who cuts communications short that night.

The attack on the training camp is both better and worse. Izuku is able to communicate they're in trouble faster so heroes arrive to help faster, but in the meantime, All Might's panic comes through so strong, Izuku can feel it himself, which causes him to stumble fighting Muscular. Miles away, All Might collapses to the ground screaming as he feels the echo of his successor's spine snap.

There is something bad about the mind of someone in a coma. Nothing particularly nauseating or disturbing, but thoughts mesh and flow over top of one another like mixed up paint in a way that All Might immediately registers as wrong every time he tries. But he does try. To be comforting. Encouraging. Recovery will be long, but they'll get through it together. He repeats the words he overhears Mrs. Midoriya whisper to her son, thinking maybe he will get through easier. Bried moments of lucidity always come when All Might isn't in the room, and every time, he feels a painful tug towards he boy he can never move fast enough to rectify. The last time, before All Might heads out to rescue the kidnapped students, he leaves Izuku with the promise that he loves him, and he'll always be proud of him, before he shuts down his mind.

On the battlefield against One for All, true form revealed, All Might feels something touch the inside of his mind, like a cat scratching at the door to be let in. He makes the mistake of opening up a little. Izuku is horrified, asking him what happened and where he is. All Might tries to push him back out, if only to spare him the agony All for One is putting him through. Distracted, he takes another big hit, which echoes back and forth between him and Izuku. He tells his boy point blank that he doesn't want him to feel him die. Izuku counters that he shouldn't die at all, and the statement comes with enough anguish to draw out tears of his own. He's done for anyway, so he shifts gears to trying to comfort Izuku through the ordeal. He whispers softly, picturing himself at Izuku's bedside brushing his hair with his hands. And there's the tug again. The distance that needs to be closed. And suddenly, All Might remembers that distance. The gouged-out part of his soul where Nana used to dwell. He doesn't fear death because he's felt it before. But Izuku hasn't. And he won't any time soon. With the last of his strength, All Might punches All for One into the dirt, until fragments of his skull stab his fist.

#dad might #dadmight #all might #midoriya izuku #deku #my hero academia #answers

[ggomos-maribat]

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The gala is in a full swing—already too lively for Marinette's taste. She's grown too tired from sipping on her refreshments and staring at the rich people singing faux praises and other people of the press trying to curry favor with them. Her cheeks ache from forcefully polite smiles, and her feet throb from her heels. 

A man approaches her: a reporter, no doubt. Neatly groomed and airing out confidence. 

"Miss Wayne." He grins. "Or shall I say MDC? Jamison Bowen, Gotham Gazette." 

Marinette raises her eyebrows. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." 

"No, it is all my pleasure." He shakes his head. "I never imagined meeting the famous fashion designer who rocked the entire world. It must be a busy life for you." 

"It is." She keeps her tone lively but words brief. Anything she says might end up in headline print after all. 

"But it must be easy, you know, being a Wayne and all that." He laughs, looking towards Bruce Wayne in his 'Brucie' element while entertaining some of the guests. "You are truly lucky, Miss." 

Marinette lowers her glass. "I'm sorry? What is that supposed to mean?" 

"Oh, I just thought that you are fortunate enough to be bear one of the most important names in the business world and have that help you in nurturing your talent—" 

"I have been designing and taking commissions since I was thirteen, Monsieur. Even before I came to live with my father. Before I knew he was my father. I can list off a few names who can vouch for me." Marinette clenches her jaw.

Jamison pales and visibly backtracks. "Right, right, I'm aware of that, yes. I only meant that—that—your father must be really proud of you. Among all his children . . ."

"His children?"

"Yes." He wears a tight smile. "With his first ward always absent, his second having strange rumors about him, and the third! The third can't quite act like a proper CEO with his childish antics. And that quiet girl, and violent boy, and is it true that Bruce was just forced to adopt that last one?" 

Marinette is a hair's breadth away from breaking her glass with her bare hands. She's used to the rumors surrounding her, but hearing the insults about her family makes her want to strangle this man. 

He laughs again. "Oh well, but what to expect? That's Bruce Wayne after all. Eccentric billionaire with eccentric children. Except you, of course." 

Her hands clench and shake as she averts her eyes. Don't cause a scene. Not here, Mari. It'll only bring trouble.

"It's astounding that you ever qualified as a journalist," a new voice chimes in. 

"Mi—Miss Lane." The reporter does a double take. "It's an honor—" 

"You dared to criticize the Wayne family in front of Marinette herself. You're a dead man walking, Bowen," Lois says icily.

"But—but I was just—" he sputters. 

"I suggest you leave before I have you fired myself." 

That does the trick. He scurries away pitifully, in search of another socialite to prey on. 

The tension leaves from Marinette's shoulders. "Thank you, auntie," she sighs in relief. "I'm sorry, I—I don't normally get riled up by these things and—and I know my siblings couldn't care less about what others think of them but . . ." 

"It's okay, sweetie." Lois puts a hand on her shoulder. "If it were me, I would've socked him straight on the face already." 

A familiar bespectacled man joins them, bringing drinks for himself and Lois. "And if it were me, I would've launched him straight to space. You handled that well, Marinette."

"Dad's better at . . . Pretending," Marinette mumbles. 

Clark snorts. "Not all of us can be Brucie." 

"It's okay to get angry, especially from that," Lois reassures, "Your siblings and father would've felt the same." 

Marinette tucks a hair behind her ear. "Do you guys have work tonight or . . .?" 

"We can join you for the rest of the night," Lois offers, smiling softly.

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[haxxydraws]

!!!!! your designs are incredible

[Left, angelic Simon. Right, demonic Simon]

Thank you!!

Name: Simon, Shimayon Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them Defining features: Unnatural colored hair and eyes, talonlike claws, short, catlike features, volatility

Oh Simon, Simon. I've introduced him on this blog before, but there's no way for me to talk about angelverse without talking about him.

This is explained more already in some of the other intros, so I'll skim over the start of it. The ophan linked to Simon's soul falls to Earth. Eventually, Simon follows. God is absent, which means that angels are receiving no direction, and being the warlike little beast that he is, Simon decides that his presence on Earth must be a silent command to commence Rapture. So Simon commences Rapture.

The thing is though, he doesn't, not really. Samuel (his ophan) begs him to delay it, at least until Lou (the human Samuel is living with) passes away from old age. A human life is nothing in the eyes of an angel, so waiting should be no issue. Simon agrees, which is a decision that he comes to regret very quickly.

Simon is impatient, he has a duty to fulfill, and even worse everyone in the trailer park he's stuck at is ignoring him. People don't seem to enjoy his presence and there's only so much that he can do to occupy himself. So... he lets himself have a little taste of the duty that he assigned himself and he flies across the country (well away from the trailer park! Samuel can't be mad) and he starts blowing up parts of Vegas.

The thing is, Vegas is the devil's domain and it doesn't take long for the devil (@mesonychia's character) to notice. The two of them duke it out a bit, a skyscraper is destroyed, and Simon drags the rubble after him across the entire country on his way back home to lick his wounds. It's a miserable experience for him, how is he supposed to complete Rapture if the devil is on Earth and he can't handle him alone? So as soon as he's healed, he decides to go right back and try again.

After butting heads a few times, Simon begins to realize something. Even if it's a fight, the devil is... paying attention to him. The two of them talk back and forth while they try to kill each other and the devil even has a nickname for him. That's more attention that he's ever gotten anywhere else. He finds himself going back more, just to trade insults and walk around the city rather than fighting. To learn new things, from the enemy's perspective. It's not sin unless he thinks it's sin, so it's fine. The only problem is though, eventually he's head over heels for the person he's supposed to be killing. No denying that it's a sin now.

After tearing himself up over it for a while, Simon says fuck it. He flies back to his home and makes his amends, to the best of his ability (rises Noah from his Fall, frees himself from Samuel and offers a better replacement) and then he returns to Vegas and he turns himself over to the devil. Needless to say, Satan is pleased as punch that the "angel of Rapture" (as far as they both know) has deserted for him, and the two of them fly off into the sunset to reign havoc together, happily ever after...

#haxxy oc #oc: simon #angelverse #not art #replies #this one is a long one but that's bc simon is a key part of the story #hopefully this is an alright summary of his whole deal #long post #idk why the images aren’t nested but I can’t edit on desktop aughhh

[twoidiotwriters1]

Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: None of you bitches told me today was the 26th how am I supposed to know I have to post a new chapter Anyway, HAPPY 1000TH POST!! -Danny

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2006

When Rose Granger-Weasley was born, they discovered Ron was the overprotective father of the whole lot. Not even Erick had acted that way with his babies. Hermione found it exasperating, but to Ron, that little girl was his firstborn, and nothing was going to stop him from keeping her safe.

If they were packed with children before, now it was definitely overwhelming. Fred had a good reason to be losing his mind over it, there was always a baby or a toddler he had to be mindful not to step on or sit on accident.

Regulus, who was the eldest child, hadn't changed much after his talk with Mel. He was a kid still, so she wasn't expecting him to change his behaviour, he was too young to grasp it all. However, he seemed a little bit uneasy about attending Hogwarts now.

Emily Flint, on the other hand, couldn't wait to go. She was determined to be as good as her father to the point of claiming she'd be a Headgirl too. She wanted to be in Slytherin like him, but Erick had advised her not to force herself into a house where she might not belong.

"You should let the hat do its work, love," He'd told her. "If you talk too soon, you'll be trapped in a house where you're not comfortable."

"Listen to your father, he should know," Mel teased him. "He became my friend out of boredom and before he knew it he was dragged into our mess."

"Yeah, worst decision of my life," he mused, kissing the top of his son's head, who was sound asleep in his arms.

Matthew John Potter was born on January twelve, also known as Erick's birthday. Naturally, Mel and Harry asked him to be the godfather.

Erick was more than pleased, he was ready to take the boy under his wing and guide him through life. What that meant, no one knew, but Mel trusted he'd do a good job anyway.

Amy Flint was born in February of the same year, the fifth—and last of their babies, according to Anne and Erick.

Then, to everyone's surprise, Fred and Joseph decided to get married. It wasn't that they weren't expecting them to last, they'd been dating for almost a decade, but since they lived together and didn't seem to have any interest in getting married, it wasn't exactly anticipated.

Fred's wedding, in spite of what he'd promised when they were younger, was as elegant as any other, if not more. Joseph was firm on having the best of the best in every aspect, and Fred let him do his thing since he wasn't an expert at weddings.

"If it were for me, we'd just hire some bloke to marry us in our apartment and that'd be it, but Jo finds that, er, what did you call it, love? I just know it was a bad French insult to my person," he teased.

"You won't ruin my day, Weasley," Joseph replied unbothered. "I've been dreaming of this since our first year together."

"Wow, that's faith," Mel grinned.

"Oh, don't say that like you didn't dream about getting married to Glasses since you were a kid!" George exclaimed. "You probably talk to Harry once and you started to design the cake."

"She wanted me to be her best man, actually," Harry spoke from his place in the rug, he'd been playing with his twins quietly until that moment. They were starting to show signs of wanting to walk, so now they had to always be watching over them when they were awake. "She wanted to marry Prince William."

"What—"

"Thank you for that, Glasses," she groaned, falling back on the couch and hiding her face behind a cushion. "I'll never hear the end of it..."

"Blimey! Princess Mel of England—has a ring to it, lady."

"To think you almost got to be Lady Dumbledore for real!" Fred chortled.

"Shut up, you two," she scowled at the twins. "It was a nice thing to imagine as a child. Either way, when I first dated Harry, I don't remember thinking about a wedding. The most I would picture was Hogsmeade dates and holding hands in front of everyone once Skeeter left us alone..."

"Skeeter's no longer a problem now, is she?" George taunted her. "You guys are disgustingly sweet in public nowadays."

"Well, Georgie, being close to dying really changes your priorities," She joked.

"Look at this one!" Mel laughed, handing the picture to Ginny. "Look how tiny we look next to Charlie!"

The redhead laughs as she looks at the photo Mel's showing her, it's from the 1994 summer, the year of the Quidditch final, before hell broke loose. "Sweet Merlin, look at Charlie's hair!"

They're looking for old pictures of Joe and Fred for the ceremony, and Mel's the only one who has pictures of the both of them at Hogwarts. Mel looks at the images and it's been so long since she sat and look through them, that now she's able to see how much they've changed. 

Her fourteen-year-old self smiles at them, waving enthusiastically at the camera from where she's standing behind the burrow's sofa. Sitting there are Fred and George, and they're scribbling something on parchment, probably the pricelist for his inventions. Her face is much rounder than it is nowadays, though, in a year's time, Mel knows that will change. 

The trauma and growth spurt are bound to sharpen her features, but she remains innocent and sweet in that photo, forever enjoying her summer with the Weasleys and Harry, the boy she has a crush on.

As she looks through the album she starts to think about Hogwarts again, and it amazes her just how much she'd almost forgotten. The spring days sitting under that huge tree by the lake, the late night studying with her friends in the common room, and how could she forget the meal times with Fred and George making her laugh until she choked on her pumpkin juice!

It was all so long ago... a whole decade of experiences and changes, and yet all those memories came back to her as easily as a spell. Her fingers grazed around the soft features of that young Mel, so full of life, with a soul so whole and bright she could take down dementors by just standing there—not quite true, but now it felt like that had been the case—and her eyes teared up a bit.

"Mel, what's the matter?" Ginny asked worryingly.

"Sorry," she sniffed, hastily cleaning her face. "I just... I remembered how young we were when we met—it's so strange... knowing we were once that little, and at some point, I just... forgot."

Ginny looked at her with a soft and understanding smile. "It is strange, isn't it? It's hard not to forget how it felt to be that small... especially someone like you, I guess, holding all that power... hard to believe you were once a little girl, right?"

Mel stared at the picture for a while. She didn't know how badly she loved that little girl until now, and she felt guilty when she thought of the times she'd been embarrassed to have been her. Why, when little Mel had been all that was good in the world? 

She looked at herself with the same eyes her Uncle Lu had at the end of her third year at school, what a remarkable little thing she was, with eyes so smart and clever she looked like she knew more than she let on. No wonder adults were always a little on edge when she was around.

A little girl's squeal brought her back and she looked up. Harry walked into the drawing room holding Emmie's hands as she marched into the room with clumsy feet. Luna walked right after them with James still safely tucked in her arms. 

"Look at her go!" Ginny said proudly. "Hang on, Harry, don't pick her up yet!" She reached for Mel's old camera on the coffee table and turned the baby and her father. "She looks so cute!"

Mel watched as her daughter moved across the room holding tightly to Harry's fingers. He had a huge smile on his face as he encouraged his daughter to keep walking, glancing at Mel from time to time to point Emmie in her direction.

The young mother slipped off the couch and knelt to receive the toddler in her arms, which only encouraged Emmeline to walk faster. Harry almost tripped trying to keep up. Mel laughed and held one hand out for her daughter. "Come along, love, you can do it!"

Ginny took the picture then, the moment Emmeline crashed against her mother's chest and Mel fell on her butt, laughing as much as the baby. Harry helped her to sit up, smiling proudly at his daughter's accomplishment. "She's got good legs," he grinned. "Might be a good climber just like you."

Mel laughed again, cupping her daughter's cheek and beaming. "As long as she learns to not fall on her head, then it's fine."

"Dad!" Emmeline squealed, reaching her chubby little arms to try and pull Harry closer, he sat next to Mel on the rug and kissed Emmie's head, brushing her hair back. 

"What's this?" He grabbed one of the pictures and smiled at it. "Look, Mel, Emmie looks so much like you here!"

He showed her the photo, it was them on her ninth birthday, with icing on her cheek and the roundest cheeks she'd ever seen on a little girl. Harry had one arm around her shoulders and his fingers had icing the same colour as the one on her face. Little Matthew had the same bright emerald eyes as him.

"Yeah she does," Mel beamed, holding onto the toddler and kissing the top of her head. "I hope she gets to be just as happy as I was, too."

Once a month her mother, Remus and Tonks offered to look after the twins and Matthew so she and Harry could go out with Hermione and Ron. They left Rose with Ron's parents and left to spend a whole day in London.

First, they considered going to Diagon Alley, but they didn't want to risk finding Skeeter there, she'd been trying to get a glimpse of Rose and Matthew as well as the twins, and even though they didn't have the kids with them, they didn't want to be disturbed.

So instead, they walked around the muggle city and took Ron to the movies.

"Heard Professor Sprout is planning to retire," Hermione mentioned as she grabbed a fistful of popcorn. "Might be a good idea to mention it to Neville, don't you think?"

"Doesn't he have his own apothecary near his grandma's house?"

"Yeah, but his grandma's really old now, and I mean really old," Mel pointed out. "So it'd be a good idea for him and Hannah to start thinking about their future."

"Thinking about their future?" Ron made a face. "Not like their lives revolve around Neville's grandma..."

"Oh, you know Neville only lives so out of the way to be close to her," Hermione admitted with a sigh. "I agree with Mel, that's why I mentioned Professor's Sprout possible retirement. I think, Mel," she leaned forward and gave her a careful look. "That if you talk to her, she might consider writing to Neville to ask if he's interested."

"I don't know if I even need to do that," Mel shrugged. "He was one of her best students, maybe she's already considering him to fill the spot."

"Wouldn't hurt to make sure of it," Hermione insisted.

"Been years since we went to school and you still look after him," Ron teased her, though his voice was affectionate. "He's a grown man like all of us, Mione, he can do things himself if he wants to."

Hermione sighed and shook her head. "You're right. You're right. Sorry, it's just... sometimes I think I still see him as that little boy that used to hide behind us during potions."

Mel giggled, understanding her feelings. "Lately I've been thinking about our time in school as well... the other day I had this dream that I had fallen asleep and everyone had gone to class, but I couldn't find the classrooms, it was as if the entire castle had changed it's hallways and staircases, but I was sure they looked exactly the same, it was me who'd forgotten the directions... and then I looked at myself as I passed next to a window and saw myself in that old Gryffindor uniform?" She smiled. "It felt strange to be wearing it again, even if it was a dream."

"I don't miss wearing those stupid hats," Ron scoffed. "Or the ties..."

"The ties were lovely," Hermione argued. "I liked our winter cloaks and the scarfs were really thick and warm."

"I liked how you looked in your uniform," Harry told Mel with a grin. "Especially the Quidditch one."

Mel lightly hit his shoulder and he laughed, she shook her head. "Isn't it weird that next year Regulus will attend Hogwarts? He'll be part of a house, and use the same uniform, and he'll go to the same classes we did, but it won't be like our time there at all."

"He's definitely a Gryffindor, though," Ron added.

"Yeah," responded the other three.

"I think that makes it just as exciting for us as it will be for him," Hermione said, smiling giddily. "Everything will be new to us in a way."

"Yeah, a first year with no three-headed dogs and giant games of chess," Ron smirked. "We never got to know what that was like."

"We should get him an owl for his eleventh birthday," Mel nudged Harry's arm. "He's got Padfoot, so I don't think a cat's a good idea."

"Padfoot gets along with Grey just fine," he frowned.

"Grey's an old cat, he's too tired to fight him," Mel replied humorously. "A young cat would most likely try to murder Padfoot and Padfoot would probably sit on them until they suffocated."

Harry laughed. "Fine, an owl it is."

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[nekropsii]

Hi just wanted to say that I really like the way you think about Damara.

Like I really like her, but I kinda of hate her character because of the way Hussie handles her.

There is also the japonese/Asian stereotype thing, I don't mind Damara being like Japonese or whatever, In fact I kinda of like it?(Im probably bias cause Im japonese, but still) but the way that it was written makes it look so insulting and kinda of fetishy an uh its just gross...

Also I have a thing againt her desing, its just-

Idk how to explain it, it just tickles me the wrong way. I guess it has to do with the fact that her clothes look far more chinese than japonese and the fact that she has those sticks coming out of her hair and it looks like chopsticks(thats not a thing people please stop drawing japones people with that, like draw her with an kushi or a kogai or like something..)

Idk man it just makes me so sad and grossed out…

So uh, thank you for the refreshing takes on Damara?

Hey, I’m glad you like my thoughts on Damara! It means a lot, really! She, like all of the Alpha Trolls, has fantastic potential, though it was mostly squandered by them being written by… Well, Hussie. Genuinely, I think if she wasn’t written with such heavy-handed Fetishism and Misogyny, she would have honestly been one of the best characters in that specific cast! Alas, we can’t all have nice things, I suppose…

Her design always struck me the wrong way, too. You can tell she was designed without any due respect or sensitivity in mind- Hussie wasn’t designing her with “Japanese Woman” in mind, he was designing her with “Generic Eastern Asian Woman” in mind. She’s a stereotype in aesthetic, basically, and it’s written plainly and shamelessly across the entirety of her character design.

[DISCLAIMER: Take my discussion of this with a few grains of salt- I am a Westerner, and while I know a thing or two about some Chinese and Japanese history, I am not speaking from personal experience, nor am I an expert. I am guaranteed to get something wrong- these are just the thoughts I have on the matter from my own limited perspective. Feel free to correct anything I get wrong. Thank you.]

Hussie seemed to have been going for a “Pseudo-Traditional Oriental” Aesthetic for her, but it kind of just sucks, lol. Like, Racist execution aside, it’s incredibly plain, and nothing about it truly makes sense! Her shirt almost reads as Hussie halfheartedly making an attempt at drawing a Qipao, which could have been a very interesting display of her being a Time Player, considering those are essentially Flapper Dresses that are constantly evolving over time but… That doesn’t seem intentional. I am not about to give Hussie undue credit. Considering everything else about Damara, they probably just drew the most “Generic Eastern Asian” outfit they could think of and called it a day. It doesn’t even fold over the body- the neckline and the stripe going down the body aren’t folds, they kind of just look… Printed on. Even with all this aside, the Qipao is something that belongs more to Chinese culture than it does Japanese culture.

The hair hurts me in its level of stereotypicality, but it seems like a natural progression of whatever was going on with Aradia’s hair. I just wish the bastard didn’t complete the look with the Totally-Not-Chopsticks. Literally any other style of Kanzashi would have worked. Hell, it could’ve even been one hairpin that just splits off into prongs at the top to resemble the symbol for Aries, but… Nah, gotta have that chopsticks look! Painful, painful thing.

#for sov we’re definitely gunning for a more… cyberpunk style for her. very ghost in the shell. #japan’s cyberpunk is always gorgeous and cyberpunk is a pretty important genre for sovereignstuck as a whole #so… win/win! #homestuck #homestuck meta #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #damara megido #damara.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

[snootlestheangel]

The OCs

Literally just another rant/thing about my OCs (I am tagging you @mike-like-t-scream because this is more or less a continuation of the OC rant you asked for)

Completed with the picrews found on this post here (thank you fren)

Anyways! On to the point of this!

Maxlar Whishling

He's my messy man. Yes the sunglasses are not critical but more or less hiding the fact I couldn't make his eyes purple. The sparkle is because he has Zero Clue What Is Happening But Is Happy To Be Here! This is actually the best I've been able to put my mental image of Max into something tangible for others, minus the more curly aspect of his hair

Malvo Whishling

Will cut you, hates everyone and everything. Judging Constantly. So fed up with everyone's bullshit. Will insult you in the most poetic way possible. This is the exact mental image I have of Malvo, y'all. I cannot explain how happy it makes me that this works so well

Hades Evanchio

So anxious. King of the Night Watchers? Sure. King of Anxiety? Absolutely. Might keel over and die from anxiety, actually. The face he's making is because he's just witnessed his beloved husband provoke the powerful Demon that's supposed to be protecting their mutual friend Maxlar. Probably one of my least favorite depictions of our boy, simply because it doesn't do his hair justice. (I will show y'all the Queen Mother, aka his Mum, and just put the curly of her hair onto our boy here, yeah?)

Devon Blackstone

My big boi <3. Look at him! He and Max absolutely have matching sunglasses, don't judge! They're bros! Party bros to be exact! He's vibing and is best Uncle to Maxlar's kids.

Atendarajo Evanchio

HADES'S FERAL HUSBAND!! Look at those freckles!! Definitely bites!! He's flipping Malvo off cause he hates him and he knows Malvo despises lewd gestures like that. Technically used a picrew designed for female characters, BUT, I couldn't find a good one that conveyed a sense of Feral like this one could. So, ignore the slight curve of his chest. Please.

A Few Random Other Characters!

Andrea Whishling (Maxlar's wife)

LOOK AT HER!!! *joins Maxlar in staring at her with total admiration* She the bestest!

Dorothy "Dot" Baker

Andrea's closest friend! A goofball but also so smart! Bestest Aunt of The Year Every Year

Athena Evanchio

The Queen Mother Herself!!!!!! *screams* She's gorgeous!!! LOOK AT HER!! (I am truly each of these beautiful ladies' husbands every time I look at them. Literally just massive heart eyes like their men). She is badass, takes no shit, and looks good while doing it. Loves her Son-In-Law despite the fact he's a feral little gremlin. She thinks he balances Hades's anxiety out perfectly and reminds her so much of her past husband's high energy personality (Hades's father)

#snootles reveals her ocs #snootles's ocs #snootlestheangel #maxlar whishling #asmalverious whishling #malvo whishling #hades evanchio #devon blackstone #atendarajo evanchio #dorothy baker #athena evanchio #imperfection cast of characters

[waiting-on-a-dream]

Penny for your thoughts?

T2 linagram prisoners let's gooooo @linagram

Akio

Okay, look, I didn't think voting him guilty for the first trial would be so bad until...the second trial happened. I'm sorryyy 😭😭😭 Its not funny anymore, he deserves a break after his injuries and everything.

Oh, but it seems his crime isn't as simple as I thought it was. 👀 Or rather, his dynamic with Arata and his victim. Can't wait to learn more! I really like the idea of Akio being friends with his victim instead of just being jealous of him from afar. Adds flavor, you know? ✨

Aimi

So... What even is going on with her crime? 😭 It seems as though her accomplice killed her classmates, and then she killed him? Her animosity towards Haku is kinda scary honestly, since she's usually so friendly. Its funny to imagine though, because he would not care. I nearly put a heart over "a beast unleashed" because of this, but Aimi hasn't actually done anything aggressive in linagram.

Still can't get over her design and aesthetic. I want her gender so bad. 💖 The popping balloons in her t2 MV were so cool, and it did remind me of Yuno. Can't wait to see her development in t3. 👀

Shun

After what he did to Kei, he's moved from "makes me uneasy" to "actively dislike" in my linagram tier list. Still can't get over the first half of his t2 MV that featured him with so many women. I really thought he had rizz. Turns out it was just an otome game. Its funny to think about that section of the MV being real, but only because they fell in love with an alter of his. His memory problems came from you, so now that you've learned that you're a system, what does this mean for him? 🤣 Guess I'll still headcanon him having DID.

Naomi

Her design is really cute and I do like her conflicted feelings towards her victim because things are rarely so straightforward. 🥲 Her calm demeanor but constant references of inner anger makes me nervous. Adding on to the fact that she's one of the prisoners that would kill again... Ma'am, please go to therapy.

Kei

Kei is that kind of character that you just fall more in love with the more you learn about him. Then again, he hasn't actually revealed a lot about his crime but his backstory instead. His relationship with Eiji will never not be * incoherent sobbing*. I eagerly await more crumbs on Mr and Mrs Sanada as well! 🤲

I didn't think his dynamic with Shun and Eiko could get any worse, but I was wrong. I WAS SO WRONG. Isn't this the man that was supposed to be the most violent prisoner? What happened to him?? Please get him out of there. Somebody save him. #freethesanadas

Eiko

I'll be honest, she's the character that I forget about the most. Which is kind of weird considering she has the most gruesome murder method in undercover, but it might be a metaphor. Her relationship with her mother is interesting, so I'm looking forward to that.

I do love her design though, especially since she looks so much like Iris, hehe. Her style is great, quite alike Yui's.

Asahi

Rin 🤝 Asahi: Getting more sympathetic as milgram continues. They're the true siblings here. 🤣

Asahi is such a menace, but his insults actually work now that he's had enough time to get a read on everybody. Its funny, I'm down for it. His demeanor towards Miki is really cute! At the end of the day, I want them to get better, which is probably impossible given the nature of milgram, but the sentiment is there. They're a little messed up, but they seem like the characters most likely to be able to live a normal, somewhat happy life if they got out of milgram.

Yurika

Still don't know who her victims are, but all will be revealed in due time. Her relationship with her manager is sad but mostly funny. 😂 I'm not sure how to feel about kinning her the most out of all your ocs like the manga hobby, the struggle of being independent hhhhh

Her ability to resort to violence so easily is kind of interesting now that I think about it, considering one of her themes in struggling with independence. You wouldn't expect her to be the violent type after reading most of what we know about her, but it works somehow.

Riku

His t1 designnn 💖💖💖 Eh, I'm not sure if I like his half and half hairstyle for t2. But the part about the white reminding him of his friend was 👌👌 I can't remember what made him choose those colours, but what if...subconsciously, he chose it because it reminded him of his friend? Just kidding! ...Unless? 👀

His complicated relationship with his friend reminds me of Kalim and Jamil in a way, haha. Have I said this before? I wonder if Riku liked his friend at some point, or at least appreciated something about him. His friend didn't seem to have been a good place either. They both should have gone to therapy together smh. 😔

Reina

Its not really that my eyes have been opened, just that she dropped the serial killer act and now I like her a lot more for it. She's also the only prisoner who's bothering to figure out what's going on milgram, so slay queen. I also love her haircut!! I had a similar one earlier this year, and I got a number of compliments so... :D We twinned.

Ahaha, so her victim is her brother... I figured, but I thought her friends were the ones mainly responsible for the murder. Was it more of an accident? Did something go out of hand? Or is Reina just blaming herself because what else can she do? 🥲

Eiji

Yeah, I understand that he is the more unforgiving guard and he did give the t1 prisoners horrible punishments, but he doesn't deserve this 😭😭😭 Why must things keep happening to him? What is wrong with him and his brother? /pos

Also, I'm still curious about his past. 👀 Kei has been dropping a lot of crumbs, but I still need Eiji to fill in the gaps, haha. What do you mean 10yo Eiji had to protect Kei? Wasn't Kei described to be violent in t1? The sanada parents toooo #freethesanadas

Miki

Her relationship with Asahi is so 💖💖 But other than that, I don't have much to say because she's a pretty cut and dry character. Not that there's anything wrong with that! There's just not a lot of mystery surrounding her anymore compared to her coworkers.

I'm also not sure about her savior complex anymore. 🤔 It doesn't appear that much, and her aggressiveness towards some of the prisoners shows that she's either angrier than she lets on or is a bit of a hypocrite imo. I dunno, let's see what she does for t3! :D

Hiyuu

He's only been here for like, 1 and a half vds but I love him already. Being more of a morally grey guard will do it for me. He's just an eepy lil boi. Can't wait to see what he'll do in t3! But his hinted punishment methods are uh 😰 His mask is really scary too.

#the sheer number of hearts for Kei is 😂😂 #tbh I put a heart over “a beast unleashed” for Asahi's part partly because I could get a bingo #miyagawa akio #hanasaki aimi #ishizu shun #chiba naomi #sanada kei #yoshioka eiko #yano asahi #maruyama yurika #kuroki riku #himura reina #sanada eiji #andou miki #kuroki hinode

[onevolon]

my love for you is infinite - part10

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 815

warnings: that scene...

you can also read it on ao3.

part9 - part11 - masterlist

Santiago walks across the park - anywhere, he hardly cares. He is in a turmoil of misery and fury.

It starts to rain. Santiago hurries into the summer house and sits down, heavily, on a bench.

A person approaches, across the park.

It's Darcy. Santiago stiffens.

She's hurrying towards him. Sodden and breathless, she is far too agitated to notice Santiago’s upset face.

“Mr. Santiago, I have struggled in vain but I can bear it no longer... The past months have been a torment...”

She pauses, unable to speak. Santiago stares at her in astonishment.

“I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you...l had to see you”

“Me?”

“I’ve fought against my better judgement, my family's expectation…”

A pause.

“The inferiority of your birth… my circumstance… all those things...but I'm willing to put them aside… and ask you to end my agony...”

“I don't understa-”

“I love you. Most ardently.”

Santiago stares at her.

“Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.”

A silence. Santiago struggles with the most painful confusion of feeling. Finally, he recovers.

“I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.

A silence. He gets to his feet.

“Is this your reply?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No!”

“Are you rejecting me?”

“I’m sure that the feelings which, as you've told me, have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it.”

A terrible silence, as this sinks in. Neither of them can move. At last, Darcy speaks. She is very pale.

“Might I ask why, with so little endeavor at civility, I am thus repulsed?”

“I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgement. If I was uncivil, that was some excuse – “

“Believe me, I didn't mean”

“But I have other reasons, you know I have!”

“What reasons?”

“Do you think that anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved brother?”

Silence. Darcy looks as if he's been struck across the face.

“Do you deny it, Miss Darcy? That you've separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the censure of the world for caprice, and my sister to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?”

“I do not deny it.”

Santiago blurts out “How could you do it?”

“Because I believed your brother indifferent to him.”

“Indifferent?”

“I watched them most carefully, and realized his attachment was much deeper than your brother’s.”

“That's because he's shy!”

“Bingley too is modest, and was persuaded that he didn't feel strongly for him.”

“Because you suggested it!”

“I did it for his own good.”

“My brother hardly shows his true feelings to me! I suppose you suspect that his fortune had same bearing on the matter?”

“No! I wouldn't do your brother the dishonor. Though it was suggested…”

“What was?”

“It was made perfectly clear that... an advantageous marriage…”

“Did Francisco give that impression?”

“No!”

An awkward pause.

Darcy continues “There was, however, I have to admit... the matter of your family.”

“Our want of connection? Mr. Bingley didn't vex himself about that!”

“No, it was more than that.”

“How, ma’am?”

“It pains me to say this, but it was the lack of propriety shown by your mother, your three younger siblings - even, on occasion, your father. Forgive me.”

Santiago blushes. He has hit home. Darcy paces up and down.

“You and your brother - I must exclude from this...”

Darcy stops. She is in turmoil. Santiago glares at her, ablaze.

“And what about Mr. Wickham?”

“Mr. Wickham?”

“What excuse can you give for your behaviour to him?”

“You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns!”

“He told me of his misfortunes.”

“Oh yes, his misfortunes have been very great indeed!”

“You have ruined his chances, and yet treat him with sarcasm?”

“So, this is your opinion of me! Thank you for explaining so fully. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked, if your pride had not been hurt – “

“My pride?”

“- by my honesty in admitting scruples about our relationship. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?”

“And those are the words of a lady? From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last person in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.”

Darcy recoils, as if slapped. A terrible silence.

“Forgive me, sir, for taking up so much of your time.”

She leaves, abruptly.

Santiago watches him stride away, through the rain. What has he done?

#santiago garcia #santiago garcia x you #santiago garcia x reader #frankie morales #ben miller #will miller #tom davis #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac fic #onevolon fic #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

[juniperleafdelivery]

I truly don't think you deserved the aggression you received in regards to the Stanley contest, and I do apologize on behalf of all that. It was just supposed to be for the sake of fun and stay as a silly game after all, and it was clear you were also just trying to have some lighthearted fun.

However, I did just want to swing by and shed a bit of light on the other side of the competition and the lashback that stemmed from it, not to excuse any insults thrown around or actions taken, but to convey that this didn't really come from a place of pettiness or any particular desire to make you feel bad, at least as far as I can tell. To paint the scene, your admittedly simplistic cat Stanley design was put up against an alternative, interpretation of the same canon source; a fat, transfemme character of color, which obviously deviates from the canon quite a bit, and was recently put under fire for such on the op's blog outside of the contest. All that, and it seemed for a minute that said rendition was losing to your cat Stanley, which struck more than a few chords. Hopefully you can see what I'm getting at, not to throw around accusations, but those being traits that often get needlessly discriminated against, especially in regards to redesigns of canon characters, it appeared as though others were willing to vote for any other design that wasn't those things, even if they visibly varied in dedication.

Of course, that's not your fault. This isn't in any way said to fault you and I truly do hate that you had to face that negative outcry directly as though it was, or even be ridiculed for what's a very innocent design and concept made for the sake of fun. This message was just to reach out and speak on behalf of the other side's dilemma so it didn't seem so black and white and red all over. Hopefully I've been able to convey that and you understand a little bit. Regardless, I sincerely hope this whole mess doesn't dissuade you any and you can still go and have your fun past this. You seem like a very nice person and it's clear that your design comes from a place of love just the same, so I hope that much you can still enjoy.

May your week improve past all this!

* Hey, anon, first of all, thank you so much for taking the time to send this ask. I admit that I didn't stop to consider the other side of the competition, and it's really wonderful of you to come in and try to explain what may have happened.

* After some thought, I do realize that those people's comments weren't meant as a personal insult to me. They wanted the other design to win, and I understand that sentiment. And while I was a little offended by the criticism my Stanley received, I don't deny that he's very simple. I mean, I designed him that way for a reason — simple designs are easier for me to draw, and just what I like.

* But I had no idea that the other design was attacked for deviating from canon. Having to deal with that kind of stuff is terrible, and I'm really sorry that it happened to them. I see why the possibility of my cat beating their design purely because of prejudice stirred up some emotions.

* I'm not sure how much of this makes sense. If you understand none of it, then that's alright. Just please know this: I bear no ill will towards those who think my design is low effort. While I personally don't think that, I can see why others may say that.

* Again, thank you anon for this ask. I still love my little cat Stanley, and The Stanley Parable. And I hope everyone reading this has an awesome week :)

#ask #anon #i wasn't expecting this kind of response #im honestly stunned #but i hope my point is clear #i dont hate any of the people who criticized my stanley design #and i really do love tomi-chuu's design. their stanley is beautiful /gen

[vanilladaises-rp]

Tattoo-Artist! Jungkook-🖕🏻:

"I'm a digital artist for a gaming company that focuses on hidden objects and puzzle games. I also paint in my free time, but only paint by numbers as I can't be bothered coming up with stuff myself if it's not work related.", I replied to his first question, looking over at his attractive smile as he teased me a little bit over the design. "Hey, I didn't do a lot of changes except for the shading after you showed me how to do it. I won't give you credit for that, you don't deserve it.", I rebutted with a small chuckle behind my hand and a slight roll of my eyes. Him thinking that I'm not like one of the girls is insulting me, if I knew about it. I didn't hear much about his private life, except for the fact that I researched my artists carefully and his shop was online really well-renowned, and the type that I would most likely avoid getting involved in are those of criminals and drug dealers. Him calling himself a bad boy would put him in that category and not the type of man you see in movie tropes. That first stab against my skin made me grip my stressball tightly, it sent me a small fright as it was unexpected. Then I looked over at how well he's doing his job. "You're really good at this. It looks already as if it's alive on my skin.", I complimented him, forgetting about my pain as I groaned here and there when he hits a bone. I did however, requested a little break, in my mind. I needed to use the bathroom and it would be so rude if I just got up while he's starting to shade the flowers now. With his part of the flower that he wants to shade it in, it's a surprise. I didn't want to look at it until it was over to show off my cute reaction afterwards.

"I'll admit, that's cool" He said smugly, feeling your eye on him as he worked the ink into your skin. "I originally wanted to do that as well, game desigin" He explained, "But somewhere things just changed I suppose" By changed he means dropping out of college, which not a lot of people knew about but it was useless information, according to Jungkook at least, "I like this better though, and it seems like you agree" The artist chuckles as you complimented him on his work even though he just started. When the needles went over your bones, he knew it would hurt and was expecting a shriek as most people let out, no matter how tough looking they may be, but to his surprise you only winced quietly, not that it mattered but it was impressive to see how it had little to no effect on you. When you asked for a break he nodded, "Giving in so soon?" He teased putting the gun down and helping you up, "I'll be here, don't take forever please" He sighed.

#jeon jungkook #🖕🏻 #im so sorry for late response 🥺 #thank you for waiting 🫶🏻

[floripire]

because once everyone sees you as a villain , that's what you are . - jed

i see you // @founderscouncil (jed)

most - if not all - of jed's injuries will be healed up and gone by the time they are both called into doctor saltzman's office. but that doesn't stop floribeth from cleaning jed's cuts with gentle hands and an immense amount of concentration that she usually only reserves for games and hacking.

and him.

it's the least she can do for him. because it's on her that he's sitting here, in this state.

well, it's on her, and on sebastian.

it all seemed to start with one line. one, little, throwaway line.

"you seem to be fond of having confectionery in your mouth, poppet." that's what sebastian had said. and it's a fair observation to make. floribeth never goes anywhere without a bloodpop or regular sweets in her mouth. or her pockets.

"yes," floribeth had responded almost timidly, after finding her voice again. "i like sweets."

everything about sebastian is sharp. from the way that he talks to the way that he walks to the way that he dresses. everything about him is designed to pull people in.

no wonder lizzie fell for him, hook, line and sinker.

sebastian had grinned at her, then. a sharp grin full of fangs. he'd stared at her, too, and his eyes had been dark with promise. "i have something sweeter to whet your appetite."

but floribeth sees beyond the bright blue eyes and the charm and the drawl and the height. she sees the fangs, the bloodlust. or would have, if she hadn't frozen up. it's like she malfunctioned: there was a glitch; her systems were on the fritz.

and then, between one heartbeat and the next, jed blocked her view of him, eyes blazing gold.

sebastian had goaded jed, calling him a bilge rat, a swab, a knave. there were insinuations and insults thrown around that floribeth couldn't quite catch, either.

jed had thrown the first punch and from there it only escalated until doctor saltzman arrived on the scene with mg in tow. he had nodded and mg set about wrangling sebastian and leading him away.

floribeth blinked a fair few times, slowly coming back to herself. she caught the tail end of doctor saltzman's rant: "---you're supposed to be better than this, jed! you're not some punk ass kid, nor a villain! not anymore! you're an alpha! so act like it!"

doctor saltzman whirled around when floribeth blurted: "it's not his fault, i... he---jed stepped in for me. please don't..." her voice faded away like a whisper on the wind. "...please don't be mad, sir."

doctor saltzman's eyes had softened ever so slightly and he'd send them both away, telling them that he'd expect them - all three of them - in his office later.

and it's only when they're tucked away in the safety of floribeth's bedroom that she dares to ask: "are you okay?"

"no," jed huffs out.

"why not?"

"because once everyone sees you as a villain, that's what you are."

"you're not a villain," floribeth says softly as she finishes up. "not to me. you made some mistakes before but i don't think they should define you forever. especially not after you acknowledge them and learn from them and grow and change."

for a moment, she's quiet. then she looks up at jed again. "thank you. for stepping in. and i'm sorry that you got punched and yelled at because i froze."

#founderscouncil #floribeth dalisay / answered. #floribeth dalisay / main verse. #//idk what this is bc i am very rusty but this popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone xD #queue.