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havelyyn0117 · 5 months
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Oh no
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justwannabecat · 1 year
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Prompt: The reason why most of the Batfam are so bad at healthy communication is because most of them have briefly died/have been near death enough times to become dead-adjacent.
For years they’ve each been trying to share their thoughts and feelings telepathically, as ghosts do, but because they themselves aren’t ghosts, or at least with a healthy supply of ectoplasm, they can’t get any signals. As a result they each subconsciously feel like they’re being very clear with what they want and how they feel, but constantly feel ignored in return.
Through whatever series of events, Danny is adopted into the family. At first they think he’s just really good at reading people. Then they realize that it’s not just Danny who’s doing it.
(Danny’s just trying to be nice. It’s helping shed all his excess ectoplasm, after all, and also feeding these obviously hungry developing Liminals. The fact that it’s repairing their family as well just makes it the perfect gift to thank everyone.)
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crystallizsch · 28 days
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forgive me for the person i will be for whatever the fuck jamil’s outfit is going to be for the shaftlands event
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greenglowinspooks · 5 months
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Honestly antique shops and thrift stores are the most important places in the world to me. Picking up little relics of other people’s lives, things they loved enough not to throw away but not enough to save.
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oshiawaseni · 1 year
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Japan’s concept of confession and why Ochaco might not confess
“Confession” is a big deal in a country as subtle as Japan. Not all people have the courage to confess, but when starting official relationships confessions are often expected. This is what I know confessions to be like in the world of manga: Person A talks alone with Person B and shares with them the secrets of their heart. “I like you please accept my feelings.” This usually ends either with them going out or A being rejected by B. The usual reason for the rejection is “I like someone else.”
I’ve been having some more ideas about the day Izuku fell into Kacchan’s arms and how what Kacchan did for him was almost confessional in a way. He told Izuku what was in his heart, why he bullied him and that no matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t escape him. He called him “Izuku” and we saw the impact this had on Izuku’s face. 
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Izuku just couldn’t believe that Kacchan was calling his name properly for the first time in 12 years, it completely shocked him, and after apologising for everything, he told Izuku, “Come home, let’s do this together. We need to help each other in this fight against AFO.” 
The conclusion of this confession was that Izuku acquiesced to 1-A’s request for him to return, but it was only really possible because his attachment to Kacchan triumphed over his motivations to stay away. It was Kacchan who broke down his walls with his apology. It was Kacchan who filled him with hope that things would be better, and Kacchan who finally hammered into Izuku how important it was for him to be part of the collective. That his inclusion was very wanted and needed, and that he in turn can rely more on everyone as well. That together, they can push forward, trusting in and helping each other.
I think what hurt Izuku the most during his solo arc was being away from his friends, but especially Kacchan. Because that day in the rain, he literally gave up on his solo vigilante mindset for him. After hearing Kacchan’s unbelievable words he had patiently longed to hear for years, it was impossible for Izuku to stay away from him any longer. As he passed out, he stumbled a few steps towards Kacchan who, without missing a beat, caught him in his arms and gently held him. This embrace told us “From now on it’ll be different. I’m gonna be here for you, Izuku.”
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So to recap all of that... Kacchan became vulnerable and spilled what was in his heart, Izuku accepted his desires, with it all culminating in them becoming closer. Which is just like a successful romantic confession!?
I think after watching this all go down, something inside Ochaco clicked. A lot of the class are rushing over to Izuku when Kacchan catches him because they’re just so worried about him, but a few of them, Ochaco included, stay standing back. It doesn’t make much sense at all. But we’re given a zoom in of her without knowing any of the thoughts going through her mind.
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They got Izuku back, but she doesn’t really seem all that happy. Momo says to her “this is just the first obstacle we aren’t done yet” and she agrees. Ochaco knows that there’s still more they as a group need to do for Izuku to make his return happen. But the fact that there’s a few panels dedicated to zooming in on her staying put, her almost emotionless face (mirroring Shoto’s) while she’s watching Kacchan save Izuku and his new unbridled intimacy he has with him - could be telling us that there’s something else she’s processing.
Is this moment somber for her because she realised the person Izuku needs the most is none other than the person he has openly admired since she first met him? The very same person who always bared his fangs at Izuku because he was scared him getting close?
Was Ochaco witnessing the beginning of something new between them and suddenly finding herself sidelined as a contender for Izuku’s affections?
Somehow… this could be what it was all about. And that’s why I think there’s a good chance Ochaco gave up her crush on Izuku for good when she witnessed Katsuki return his love and embrace him after that emotionally-charged apology. After this, a more defined distance between her and Izuku appears visible in their next scene together. A respectful distance of Izuku’s own choosing.
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It was like a definitive line had been drawn out that can’t and perhaps shouldn’t be crossed. Maybe they both understood that the person Izuku wanted close by his side has always been Katsuki. That desire wasn’t simply a pipe dream to Izuku anymore, it had become reality. And who is Ochaco to get in the way of that?
And then it’s almost like she is bookending Katsuki’s confession to Izuku with a confession of her own about Toga, putting a close to the Izuocha chapter and she makes a comment which feels double in meaning. “I guess that means we are the same.” or You love a boy, just like I might love a girl. (To put it bluntly)
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And Izuku remembers this line again after he gets separated from Kacchan and Ochaco is telling him to go. Go back to Tenko. Go back to your Kacchan.
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The concept of “knowing how someone feels because you love them and always watch over them” comes up from time to time in manga. In a way, that’s also a reason why Kacchan and Izuku understand each other as deeply as they do and they aren’t afraid of showing it off. They were always watching each other from a safe distance and learning things about each other in this way. I think during chapter 322, this concept is what was happening to cause such a realisation in Ochaco. (And it’s also for this reason Tsuyu, who never had feelings for Izuku, still doesn’t get it.)
It was hard for her, knowing everything she does about Izuku’s deep attachment to Kacchan, to learn that Izuku’s affections for him weren’t one-sided and they were now closer than ever before… That’s why I don’t think she’ll want to get in the way by confessing anymore. If Kacchan’s apology was intended to be compared with a romantic confession, then Ochaco is probably aware that Izuku already “has someone he likes”… and that person isn’t her.
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housecow · 3 months
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this may be weird but is it like comfier for you to sit down/sleep now that you’re fatter overall? or are some things uncomfortable?
okay so like 😭😭😭😭 idk if it’s just this mattress topper i recently got but i’ve had like a shit ton of lower back pain recently?? it goes away when i’m up and moving but when im laying down for a while on my bed w the topper it hurts soooo bad 🥲 it’s gotten better in the last few days but still!!! rolling out of bed is so hard!!!
also. boobs make sleeping more difficult… if i lay down wrong they’ll cut off the circulation to my arms 🥲 i’m a side sleeper so it’s not too much of an issue that i can’t sleep on my stomach but. yeah
as for sitting… chairs with arms are my nemesis <//3 there’s nothing like sitting down and fearing whether or not you’ll be able to get up without the chair coming with you
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mourntheantagonist · 2 years
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I’m just thinking about the fact that if Billy had suddenly woke up in the upside down after having his guts ripped out of him, he wouldn’t think he’s in the upside down, he’d fully believe he’s in Hell. Like the actual, biblical Hell.
So imagine his surprise when suddenly he hears Steve’s voice after being alone in Hell for months, being tormented by demobats and whatever creepy-crawlies live in the upside down. He hears Steve screaming for help and he’s confused on how Steve wound up in Hell with him. He wonders if maybe this is a part of his Hell, tormenting him with the idea of Steve being hurt.
Still he runs to Steve, following the voice for the sliver of heaven that would be seeing his face.
And suddenly he’s stumbling across a shirtless Steve with a bat’s tail wrapped around his neck, and despite no part of him believing what he’s looking at is real, he allows himself to play into the illusion. He fights the bats off of him and pulls Steve to his feet, feeling Steve’s skin against his and it all feels so real. It feels too real.
And Steve is looking at him like he’s staring at a ghost, and Billy wonders if this really is Steve. He wonders if Steve had died too and joined him in Hell. Part of him thinks it makes sense. Billy would be Steve’s Hell.
But then Steve is shaking him and squeezing his arms asking him if he’s real and exclaiming “You’re alive!?” and Billy just looks at him totally confused because for the longest time he’s assumed he was dead.
He just reminds himself it’s an illusion. It’s Hell’s way of tormenting him.
And then there’s more voices. Nancy he recognizes, Eddie too, and he questions what the hell his dealer is doing here. He recognizes Robin too, though he doesn’t know her by name. She’s just the girl from the grade below him that he clocked the first day he saw her with her sharpied converse and denim jacket covered in pins.
They’re all saying the same things Steve is saying. “You’re alive!”
They’re asking him how and saying it doesn’t make sense and that’s the first thing he agrees with them on. Nothing makes sense. Billy Hargrove is dead. He heard Max talking to him at his grave.
Billy doesn’t answer any of their questions, he just stands and stares, and suddenly he’s being dragged into the woods with the rest of the group, Nancy saying that they’re going to find a way out of there, and Billy can’t see how anything is possible.
And yet, he lets it happen, because there’s Heaven in not being alone for once.
There’s Heaven in seeing Steve again.
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eiochevart · 4 months
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Ok then I’ll draw a tired Viktor I guess… if you insist…
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fluff-e-boy · 1 year
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Posting from the depth of rarepair hell, they have my soul in a vice grip
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piqtescue · 6 months
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yeah so the “major theatre kid” part of his wiki makes sense now
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sherbetlemonss · 1 year
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I was thinking abt Gizmoduck and how he probably has merch in the dt universe and then I was thinking abt if there was an ice cream sold themed off of Gizmo and then I decided to make a Darkwing one too
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bblookyyy · 2 years
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spirited away except it’s karkat and some weird guy who wears shades and pyjamas <3
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katzewolf · 1 month
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Honestly was jsut messing around with kind of designing stuff
I changed my mind a lot tho about what I wanted to do and forgot about the human ear when I added the wolf ears 🤦‍♂️
Anyways I wanted to work on body portions a little more and then the rest of the stuff is cause I like wolves and miss matching stuff
Also probably another Hazbin Hotel oc. What can I say, I’m obsessed with the show
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puppys-teeth · 1 month
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I wanna hear everyone’s steinspirit ideas. I wanna hear headcanons, au’s, your silly ideas, I want everything!! I am so greedy for these two they make me crazy I just want more of them, give them to me!!
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xx-thedarklord-xx · 11 months
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Happy pride everyone
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astarionsilverbough · 7 months
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AHH! Another place to gush about your work! Stupendous! Wonderful! So excited for more 🙌
I live for the softness ❤️ a glutton for the sweetness of their relationship.
Things I like thinking about include
Hair care: Astarion not being able to see himself and Halsin’s braids so they can take care of each other hair which is such a soft bonding activity which can also lead to a gentle bathing and washing together. Also scar hurt/comfort???
Halsin & animals playing with baby ducks and other baby animals. Imagine Halsin gently placing a small chick in Astarion’s hands to hold 😭
Wild shape shenanigans: Astarion’s feet hurting or just for fun using Halsin as his steed and general wildshape cuddling ❤️
Astarion having a hoard of little wooden creatures Halsin whittled. Also if Halsin had a hidden talent for drawing it would also be soft and angsty because Astarion can’t see himself, but now he can at least see how Halsin sees him.
Okay so firstly thank you so much my dear 😭💕 secondly, thank you specifically for this ask because my GOD it is so soft but nothing gets to me like braiding a lover’s hair/scar care like NOTHING does so I’m now just thinking about -
“Hold still, darling, it’s the last one.” A pause, and then - a mockingly scandalized gasp. “Halsin! Keep those hands to yourself, if you please! This is delicate work.”
It’s no use. They’re already everywhere, those clever, keeping hands; it’s Astarion’s fault, really. He’s naked and hovering over the larger elf’s very inviting lap, which also happens to be conveniently barren of clothing.
And he can’t be distracted - the customary braids in Halsin’s hair are best done when the elf’s mahogany locks are just damp enough.
“You always save that one for last,” Halsin burrs against Astarion’s chest, big hands cupping his ass.
The tips of Astarion’s ears go pink. “Nonsense.”
Halsin tips back and gives him a knowing smirk. “Is it because it’s the mating braid?”
He says it in elvish - low, and smug. Astarion reacts all over.
“You’re dreadful,” the vampire says, “absolutely horrible. Accusing me of sentiment? I know I have a tadpole in my head but - Halsin!”
Somehow he manages to pinch the bottom of the last braid and hold it aloft as his absolute beast of a lover rolls him into the sheets with a gusting laugh.
And, later - much later, after they’ve gotten filthy again and after Astarion finally finishes that damn braid - Halsin gets Astarion spread out on the sheets and slowly, gently massages the sigils carved into the landscape of Astarion’s spine.
Rosemary oil slicks Halsin’s way as the elf - looming over Astarion now with a thigh on either side of Astarion’s narrow hips - runs expert hands up and down the length of his back, thumbs pushing in all the write spots to loosen the tension he unknowingly carries in the places around the tattoo.
“It feels different,” Astarion says quietly. When he speaks, he speaks in elvish. Halsin’s hands pause; Astarion rarely speaks in elvish.
“What does? Are you in any pain?”
He says it evenly - measured and calm. An oath-bearing warrior he may be now, he will always be a Druid at heart.
Astarion smiles faintly against his own upper arm. They’re folded under his head, keeping it pillowed as Astarion watches Halsin’s reflection in the sliver of mirror just past the archway leading into their bathing chamber.
“No, darling,” he hums, “not anymore. It… feels different. The mark. Like you’ve gone and purged whatever evil was still lurking inside it. My own personal shadow curse - and you’re the light that drove it out.”
There’s a beat of silence. Astarion expects it, of course he does, but it still renders him breathless when Halsin bows over him and kisses slow and lingering down the exposed side of his face. Shifting, Astarion presses up and back against the larger elf, reveling in the strength of him, the heat of him.
“Evil could never dwell in this body,” Halsin murmurs in aching tones against Astarion’s ear, “for the sunlight of your soul would cast it out. You have only ever been made of light, dawnstar. No darkness could snuff that out.”
He expects it, most of the time - when Halsin utters some absolutely heart-shattering epitaph dedicated to their love or Astarion in general - but this time, Astarion’s moved to genuine tears. Call it the vulnerability after sex, the boneless exhaustion of a good massage, whatever.
Really, it’s just Halsin. And it will always be just Halsin, won’t it, he thinks, turning his head to catch the larger elf in a kiss as his fingers find the mating braid in his thick hair.
A thrill runs through him.
It feels like sunlight.
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