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nikethestatue · 3 months

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Greetings,

I’m a baby elriel. I’ve like never really “shipped” any characters before in my life — and after the last few weeks of looking at the historical/ongoing ship war clusterfuck that is the ACOTAR fandom I don’t think I’m ever going to set sail again anywhere. You and all the other elriels who have been in the trenches from the get go have my respect 🫡 Anyways, your blog is super swaggy and you’re like the chillest elriel I’ve seen, so it is to your inbox that I shall share my testimony, my come to Mother moment if you will.

I didn’t really start giving any serious thought to the two them being a legit thing until I was already done with ACOSF. And it’s wild because it was the “‘I don’t see you spouting poetry, brother.’ ‘I don’t need to resort to it.’” bit in ACOWAR between Cassian and Azriel that triggered me to reevaluate.

When I first read that part I was like damn okay I see you Rizzriel, and I just kept on thinking about it and coming back to it cause it was so funny and entertaining but one day I was like yo hold up, don’t need to resort to it?? Okay, Mr. “Born Hearing the Song of the Wind.” Okay, Mr. waxing poetic about “The Naphelle Philosophy.” Like don’t get me wrong, it is definitely, first and foremost, a subtle flex for his third unspoken title; he is Azriel — shadowsinger, spymaster, and rizz master of the Night Court. However, I am a firm believer that he doesn’t need to resort to poetic words as some sort of attempt at flattery or being charming because the right situation/person naturally draws out that part of him.

✨Walk with me✨

When Elain and Azriel first meet in ACOMAF, even though there’s not a whole lot of interaction between them, it’s definitely a case of two people having a connection simply off vibes alone (yay for those of us who don’t have loud personalities). He puts her at ease with a smile and by acknowledging her fears and apprehension about their presence, about how much of a mindfuck it was for her to be dining in her home with those she was raised to believe were horrific creatures that would kill her if given the chance.

So like because of this, I think Elain is driven by a deeper curiosity that came from her unexpected comfort when she asks “Can you truly fly?” cause ngl asking the dude with massive wings if he can fly is certainly a choice 🧍🏽‍♀️ Like, there’s more to it than that, more than just attempting to transition from a tense situation into conversational small talk which could’ve been done just as easily with the likes of “Tell me about yourself” or a more confrontational “So what are you?” — which is essentially what Nesta asked immediately after 💀

Elain doesn’t know anything about these guys, but she sees Feyre trusts them, and Azriel’s small expressions of gentleness towards her amidst the escalating interactions made her willing to attempt connecting with him further. So I think her asking a ridiculously simple question with an obvious answer was her way of softly inviting him to share something about himself — not necessarily through what he responds with but rather how he responds — because something, if anything, unique to his answer beyond a simple yes or no would offer her a glimpse at him. And what does he do? Stone-faced, cold ass — doesn’t open his mouth except to give the shortest answers possible or to make some sharp sassy retort — Azriel spouts poetry for her about his and Cassian’s heritage.

So after my revelation slapped me in the face and then bonked me over the head for good measure, I went back and sought out all their interactions and was like dang bro became horrendously down bad for her in the most quietly romantic way possible and she’s feelin something too I can’t believe I didn’t pay attention to this before. I love love love that they just seem to be at ease in each other’s presence, that the vibes between them are so immaculate they don’t even need to bother with many words. Existing in comfortable silence with someone is like my favorite way to spend time in relationships whether it’s familial, platonic, or romantic so it makes me feel all fuzzy that we see them like that quite often.

So now I’m here and am looking forward to eventually reading about them and discovering more about Elain’s gifts because the whole creation story with the Mother + the Cauldron always gave me Gaia-type vibes and with Elain being invested in gardening and then being made a Seer by the cauldron because it thought she was so lovely I’m like Elain Archeron — the absolute goddess that you are, light and life flowing through your Made veins — we haven’t even seen all you can do yet and you’ve got this angelic fae male of death and darkness ready to worship you on his knees and I’ma be right there with him yes ma’am 🛐

WOW baby Elriel. You smote me with this beautiful post.

(first of all, you should write fanfiction. You reminded me of the greatest Elriel (or otherwise) writer that ever graced this hot mess of a fandom with their presence)

But I can't agree more. I think SJM actually pays attention to them, as a couple. Not something she does with many others. That relationship just flows so beautifully in the background, calm and poetic, even with the language she uses around them. There is so much imagery of death and life and decay and rebirth and beauty and flowers and blades and warmth and baking and loneliness and despair and searching for love and for home.

I don't know what she'll do with them, but it could be her Magnum Opus if she is careful, thoughtful and steady in crafting their story. What she already put down deserves special treatment when the story actually comes to pass.

Also, welcome to the fandom.

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doe-prince · 6 months

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Look at this Garfield comic I made when I still had my third eye open.

"Yay! Food!"

"This is good!"

After the meal: "I shouldn't have eaten that chicken!"

"Garfield, Garfield, Garfield"

While we're in the subject of this cat, here's a video of me and s/o in middle of the night drawing Garfields from memory.

#garfield #i appreciate how the chicken became like eight times its size after he ate it

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bowties8glasses · 6 months

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they hold each other during the night

commission for @theoneandonlyduskstrike's Nocturne being comfortably held by Luna

I LOVE DRAWING OTHER PEOPLE'S OC WITH THEIR FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS IT RULES (bonus doddle):

with this being dusk's third commission, I tried doing my warmup sketch of nocturne entirely by memory, there's some off details but dusk said I got her down pat, yay!

and then we get to Luna, now I could've made dusk hold a tiny silly bean Luna akin to how I drew ponies before (twiparkle :>) but yea no the idea was def to have something looking more like the character

I did a sketch of Luna that looked as close to the show design as I could make, one bit that I really got stuck on was the face, something was off and I couldn't figure out what

I kept touching up the snout think that was the problem but then realized, it was the eyes, I initially drew them like I would with any other snooty animal, when they should've taken nearly the entire face

it looks silly but the details are all there, and now with a better understanding of the design and the *MLP style as a whole), I can start putting my own spin on things

wanted to give a liiiiiitle bit of that nightmare moon vibe to the design, a little more cat-adjacent

now we get to the fun part!

after the first draft, I asked dusk for any ideas for how the two interact, they suggested Noct hugging from behind Luna's neck, but also said they like having Luna holding them, cause usually they are the one hugging her (they have a plushie)

ok so now the composition must involve a big Luna that hugs you, that is the only option given this information

I got a pose I was happy with quickly after, but redid it a few more times until I got a ideal size difference

once I had put the colors down, I realized my luna design wasn't that different from the canon model, so I made a alternative version with the extra dark spots removed

it also makes the remaining dark spot on the cutie mark darker since I don't have to worry about the lineart detail getting lost

dusk liked the extra spots more though so that became the one used at the top

#commission art #bowties art #other people's ocs #once again I'd rather not tag the character/franchise #kritaart

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selfship-assfuckery · 5 months

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!!Proshippers and minors/ageless blogs DNI. I will block you otherwise!!

Selfship smut.

GN F/O x Transmasc S/I

You wake up horny for F/O after a wet dream and try to be quiet as you get off- spoiler, it doesn’t work.

CW under cut!

CW: Anal fingering, male anatomy words for reader's clit/growth (a staple on this blog-I promise I won't ever use fem wording yay) master/good boy, masturbation, I mention reader being wet, the use of said wetness as lube lol

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Imagine waking up in the morning. Just like normal. You eye a clock on your nightstand, groaning as you recall what day it is. You need to be up and out of the house soon.

But a dream you had last night decides to present itself to you, and you blush. It was quite a dream-one involving your lover, F/O, completely dominating you. You instantly dwell on it, your still groggy brain eager to pay attention to any distraction that means staying in bed.

In seconds your hand is sliding under the waistband of your boxers. You hum when you find that you’re both wet and hard. It’s a bit surprising-you hadn’t thought you were this aroused. Your little dick is practically screaming for touch.

So you give it some, thinking it’ll be easy to draw out a quick climax. You shut your eyes and try to be quiet as possible. F/O is here sleeping soundly after all. They’re someone who truly needs their rest.

But this is a fruitless venture. You’re too noisy, and you gasp within the next moment when you hear them wake- feel as they roll over. F/O’s warm body presses against yours as their breath hits your neck. You stop touching yourself in favor of leaning back into them. “Sorry-“

“Doesn’t matter.”

Their voice is sleepy, but there’s also a lustful edge to it. Next thing you know their hand is copying what you were doing a second ago. Rubbing your cock in steady repetitive movements, softly moaning as they find how messy you are. “What’s got you like this?”

A loud whimper escapes you. You’re already surrendering to their touch, pushing your hips towards their fingers- screw anything else, frankly. “You, master.”

Your reply is shameless, taking F/O off guard. Their breath hitches in an almost swear as they stop their hand. You instantly complain, groaning. “Too much?”

F/O shakes their head against you as they kiss your neck. “No. God no, it’s just been awhile.”

You chuckle, liking how much you affect them. You grind back on their crotch and it’s more than enough to prompt them to touch you again. This time they drag their fingers through you before spreading your ass, getting it wet.

You gasp and moan with want. “Please.”

F/O teases your rim with a single finger. “Gonna be a good boy for me?”

Those two words never fail to ruin you, causing a heavy shudder. Words escape you. So you whimper instead, nodding eagerly.

“You better be. Master doesn’t have time to punish you.”

If only your daily responsibilities were skippable. Still, you call F/O’s name as the finger sinks into you. They hum at the ease, surprising you by pushing in another. They begin fucking you with them-fast. It’s nothing you can’t take. You only moan and drool onto the bed, gripping the sheets tight.

“This little hole just loves to be filled, doesn’t it?”

You swear and moan their name again, eyes rolling back already as you push back on them. F/O lets out a pleased noise, their fingers only getting rougher, your inner thighs only getting messier. A third finger slips against your skin to gather slick before it easily enters you too. “That’s my good boy.” F/O praises between neck kisses, “So open and willing.”

You loudly whimper. The stretch is so fucking good. Your dick is aching.

“M-Master. Please!”

Your lover knows what you want. They chuckle at your inability to last- they suppose you deserve to cum before you have to leave, but god do they wish they could tease you more.

“Go ahead.”

Permission makes you shudder as you immediately start rubbing your cock, the wet noises loud as F/O’s fingers continue their brutal assault. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up, the tingling sensation in your ass amping up your anticipation. Frantic swears and more moans of their name leave you before you’re throbbing around their fingers, cum dripping down your leg.

F/O pulls out and embraces you, whispering soft praises as you calm down.

Afterwards, you turn around to kiss them. As you make out for a bit your hands roam their body, and you notice how aroused they are.

“Love you.” You say when pulling back, “I’ll make it up to ya later. Promise.”

Your other half smirks. “I’m looking forward to it. As long as you last more than a fucking minute.”

You both laugh, and you find yourself wishing more mornings could be like this as you leave the bed to go clean up.

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asmutwriter · 25 days

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You Saved Me (Part 12)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 10) After a close run in with death, you decide to start anew. Ending up bumping into the last person you wanted to see

A/N - A shorter part but I was strongly inspired by the small confession he made to the priest in S10E16 (quoted at the end). Plus I needed a semi filler part that could link the next parts together and help develop the story line. And yes this is the third time I've tried writing part 12. I'm hoping this one will stick and I wont change my mind in the upcoming months

WORD COUNT: 2033

From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: brief mentions of fire/arson, brief mentions of death, talk of injury, injury detail, guns, swearing, threat, fighting, mark of cain Dean, knives, jealous Dean, this whole part is mainly just angst

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

"You could just get off of work early"

"I told you I can't" you say to your friend. She watches as you clean the table she's sat at.

"Just say that you need to pick the kids up, then we can go home and drink ourselves to death"

"Im already going out with you on Friday night"

"Yes. You managed to get your new fancy fella to babysit for you" she wiggles her brows at you. "You sure you don't want me to look after the kids and you and him book a hotel somewhere?"

"No I do not" you say, a smile on your face. "He's coming over tonight anyway. Getting me and the girls fish and chips on his way back from work"

"Oh how romantic of him"

"Shut up" she smiles. Picking up her coffee with both hands. Sipping it. You hear a customer ask for the small in shop TV to be turned up. Drawing you, and the other customers attention to it.

''-known about what started the fire which resulted in the death of 5 people. 3 more injured. Police and firefighters worked hard to rescue as many as they could. Information still to come as we find out more. Now, the weather-"

"Jesus" you say. Taking the cloth you were holding. Folding it a few times.

"Those poor people". You take in a breath. Spraying some product onto your cloth before going to a new table. Wiping down the surface.

You spend the next few hours cleaning tables, washing up cups and plates, so on and so forth. Before it is time for you to leave your shift to go pick up the girls from school. The three of you listening and singing to the 'Tangled' soundtrack as you drive home. You get through the front door.

"Mike will be round within the next few hours. He's bringing chips and - because its a Friday - we can watch a film whilst we eat"

"Yay!" they both excalim. Dumping their bags down in the living room.

"But first I want you both to have a shower and do your homework, do you understand?"

"Yes mum" they both say, a dragging annoyance in their voice as they head to their bedrooms. You pick up their bags. Placing them on the pegs by the back door. Going over you start doing the dishwasher. Unloading it. Only a few minutes go past before you hear a knock at the door. You hear Lydia call out "I'll get it!"

You hear the door open. The voice of your child being heard. Met with hushed toned voices. You put the mug you were holding away, shutting the cupboard as you hear the front door shut.

You press the home button on your phone. Seeing the time. You frown slightly. Mike hadn't messaged you saying he was on his way. You pick up a tea towel. Drying your slightly dampened hands onto it as you start walking to the corridor. Placing the cloth on the side as you call out your daughters name.

"Lydia?" you get to the entrance of the corridor as someone walks past. You get made jump, not expecting someone so suddenly. Then a different kind of fear hits you. Dean Winchester turns to face you. You meet his eyes, a few seconds go by as you both analyze the situation.

He reacts first, his hand going to the back of his jeans as he goes to grab his gun. "Fuck" you mutter. Almost instinctly you kick him in the crotch.

"Crap" he gasps out, bending down slightly. Hands going to his groin as you lean over him, grabbing the gun from his jeans. You point it at him.

"Dean?" you hear Sams voice. He comes round the corner, seeing the situation. He goes to grab his gun out but you go closer to Dean, gun still aimed at him as he lifts his head up. Eyes on yours as you dart between the two men.

"I will shoot him" not to sure which one you're threatening at this point. Sam removes his hands from near his weapon. Placing them up in defeat. His eyes darting to the weapon, aimed right at his brother. Dean also putting his hands up in a slight surrender. Eyes watching you as the gun remains only a few inches from his face. "What did you do to my girls?"

"They're safe. In their bedroom" Sam says. Eyes still darting between you, his brother and the gun. He outstretches his hand slightly. Palm facing upwards as he half points to your gun. "Why don't we just all calm down?". You point the gun at the younger brother.

"You come into my home, both armed. Threatening to kill me and you tell me to calm down"

"Bad use of words on my part" he half smiles "why don't you just put the gun down and we can chat?". Dean moves towards you, grabbing at your hand. You bring your elbow up, hitting him in the face with it. He grunts, grabbing his nose as you re-aim the gun at him.

"Your brother is a demon" the younger brother nods slightly. Looking between the two of you

"Dean isn't a demon" he says quickly before you hurt him anymore. "He was a demon but he's not one anymore". Dean goes forward. Using your distraction by his brother to catch you of guard. He grabs your wrist. Twisting the gun out of your hand as he takes it. Aiming it at you as his deadpan face changes to a more cocky one. You put your hands up in defense. An annoyed huff leaving your lips.

"What do you want?"

"We're here about the fire that happened near here" Sam says.

"The one thats been in the news?" he nods. "So what led you to come to my house?"

"We believe that the fire was started by a witch" the older says "the fact that you are here, alive and breathing, makes me think the witch is you" he goes closer to you. Gun still aimed.

"Why would I be the witch? After years of hunting and killing monsters, why would I decide to become one"

"How else would you explain the fact that you're alive?" you stay silent. Eyes watching his. Your hand grabs the tea towel still on the side. Throwing it at Deans face. He reaches up. Grabbing it. You turn quickly. Grabbing the knife from the dishwasher behind you. Going close to him as you push the knife into his throat. He freezes. Bringing his hands up slowly, showing you his weapon near his head. Finger off the trigger. Sam draws his gun in the same instance. Aiming at you as you meet Deans green eyes.

"Sam. There is a letter on the side behind the knife rack. I want you to read it out allowed". He hesitates. Keeping the gun on you as he reaches to the paper. Struggling to open it with one hand. He reads it. Clenching his jaw as he looks up at you and his brother. Eyes going back to the paper as he begins to read it aloud.

"Miss Rose Marsh. Found unconscious in a hotel room with knife wounds and bruising around her neck. Three knife injuries in total. One to her thigh, two to her stomach. Unsure of what weapon was used to cause these injuries. No leads on who the attacker is". He stops talking. Trailing off as both the Winchester brothers take in what has been said. You confirm to them what they are thinking, moving away from the older but still holding the knife in an intimidating manner.

"My medical bill and police report. Confirming my injuries and recovery from the attack I survived. The one from a few months back. Now, if I was a monster who had taken the identity of a dead woman then I wouldn't have that letter. As I'd be dead"

"How are you alive then?" the younger questions. "The weapon that was used. You should be dead"

"Demons don't tend to check for a pulse once they attack their victims. Who's to say that I didn't pass out from my injuries. That my attacker assumed I had died. Not bothering to check for a pulse because-" you shrug slightly "why would they?"

They stay silent. Looking at each other. Both of them placing their weapons in the back of their jeans. Just as you hear the front door open.

"Oh honey! I bought us chips!" you hear a voice exclaim. Walking into the kitchen, his cheery smile dulling from his eyes as he sees you and the other two. "Who are these guys?"

"Who are you?" Dean says. His stare one of confusion and disgust as he looks at the well kempt and polite mannered man.

"I'm Mike" he says. Smiling still as he looks at the two men. "Rose's boyfriend". He motions to you. The older brother eyes the man up. Sam smiles slightly. Looking downward. "Who are these guys?"

"Detectives. I'm sorry what did you say your names where?" you look at Sam.

"Detective Mercury and Detective Dickinson" he goes into his jacket pocket. Taking out an FBI badge. Dean still giving him the death glare. "We are here about the fire that happened last night" he goes over to the counter top. Placing the two bags of food down.

"They were talking about it on the radio on my way over here. Poor souls" he looks at them again. "Why would the FBI be interested in a fire? Wasn't it just some terrible accident?"

"We think it might be arson". He brings an arm up and around your waist. Holding you close as concern fills his voice.

"Are we safe?"

"Yes. We're just going around the neighborhood to check up on people. See if anyone saw anything suspicious" he nods.

"Well, we were at home all night. So were the girls. We didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary". The younger nods. Smiling at you both as he takes out a business card. Handing it to Mike.

"If you do remember anything then please ring us" he smiles back at him, taking the card. "Thank you for your time. We'll leave you to enjoy your food" he looks at Dean. Who has not dropped his stern gaze from the man since he entered the room. "Detective?" he turns to face his brother. Who half smiles at him "We've over stayed our welcome by far to long. Lets go". They walk out the room. Leaving you and your boyfriend with the girls for the night.

"I can't believe she as a boyfriend" Dean says to his brother as they get in Baby.

"She is a grown up. She is allowed to date people"

"But he's so... clean" he laughs at his brother.

"Are you jealous of Mike?" he looks at him. A look of displeasure on his face.

"No" he looks back forward. The younger still watching him, half smile on his face. "Maybe. So what if I am"

"I get it"

"No you dont"

"Yeah I do. Rose is exactly your type"

"Shut up" he starts the car. "Even if she was - which she isn't - I'm still not jealous of Mike" The way he said his name was comical. Almost like he was trying to say a made up word. "I have nothing to be jealous of. He's to prim and proper for me to be jealous of him. Why would I want to be some posh twat?". Sam stays quiet. An amused look on his face as his brother keeps talking. "I just don't understand what she sees in him. He's nothing like what she deserves. She deserves the world. He can't give that to her. He'd be to worried that he'd mess up his perfect hair or his perfect suit"

"Yeah you're right. You're definitely not jealous of him".

"I said shut up" Sam lets out a chuckle. "What other leads do we have on this arson case then?". Sam chats. Going through their evidence as Deans thoughts wonder.

10E16 TIME STAMP 22:37

'What if I said I didnt want to die... yet? That I wasnt ready'

'Are you expecting to?'

'Always. The life I live. The work I do... I pretty much figured that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I ran out of gas. I guess I just thought that sooner or later I'd go out the same way I live - pedal to the metal and that would be it'

'But now?'

'Now um... recent... events... make me think I might be closer to that than I really thought. And... I dont know. I mean - theres things. People. Feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time'

'Go a little deeper, perhaps, than with Gina'

'Yeah... yeah. I'm just starting to think that maybe there's more to it all then I thought'

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thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai · 6 months

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I made a crappy promo pic for my current wip "In Love and War", which I'll use to document my process this NaNoWriMo as a means to motivate myself. Ususally, I don't struggle with motivation, but this year, it's so hard to focus.

So far, I've written about 7k on Wednesday as it was a public holiday in my country. But although it was a lot, it dragged on as I was fighting to re-familiarise myself with the characters and the story. Normally, I start writing in late October, but as this year, I was participating in two fandom events and I had only three weeks to read through the chapters I wrote last year and refine the outline of the unwritten ones. So, I started this NaNo basically off with jumping in at the deep end--yay! Also, I'm dearly missing the word sprints on the NaNoWordSprints Twitter account which used to be much more frequently and were great to get into a state of hyperfocus when everything around you is a distraction.

Yesterday, I wrote 3k, which is actually a lot for a Thursday as it's the last day before my weekend starts and besides work, it's filled with some adulting stuff and things I ritually do on that day to draw a line under my workweek, and I tend to be super tired at night. But this time, I was able to produce a mostly coherent stream of words.

I'm SO looking forward to fully dive into the story over the weekend and finally feel the NaNo-vibes again. The story just arrived at the point where Yuuri's and Viktor's Grand Prix events start and I'm excited to write about that while following the irl Grand Prix Series on the ISU channel.

My main goal for this month will be to get into a state of hyperfocus in which I can write for hours and experience the story in its entirety. I haven't had this in a long time as too many distractions have messed with my ability to do that (thanks for nothing social media, day job, and scrum) and it's draining me. And if I can regain that, I will be happy with this draft as well.

Feeling a bit pathetic to promote In Love and War as the third instalment of a series when I'm still in the middle of posting the first one (and having massive doubts about that, which naturally makes me wonder whether I will ever post this wip).

#yuri on ice #yoi fanfic #katsuki yuuri #viktor nikiforov #viktuuri #nanowrimo 2023 #writing #fanfiction #ADTLTBAverse #In Love and War

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vaggietheangel · 11 months

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Chaggie week:Day two teamwork 🩷

"Facts about the mysterious creatures of the night. Huh." Vaggie smiled up at the book shelf. It's just one of the many sections in the Morningstars' vast library.

She reached her hand up, her fingertips barely even grazing the third shelf. Even when she stood on the tips of her toes, it hardly made a difference.

Vaggie pulled her spear out from her boot. She reached the spear upwards, the highest her arms length could go. She grunted as she tipped the edge of the book case.

Not even close. That didn't matter. There were surley other ways. Vaggatha firmly planted her spear in the ground. Hopefully, that didn't leave a mark.

Vaggie crawled up the side of her long spear. Wobbling as she attempted to balance herself on the spear head.

She extended her arms for balance. Vaggie lasted about three seconds before she completely toppled over. She let out a small yelp of pain.

Huffing, she brushed a strand of hair out of her face. She could use the books on the lower shelf as a step lader. Now, way! The covers of the books were all so beautiful. She couldn't scuff them with her boots.

"Hey Vaggie? I heard a noise, is everything OK?" The usual cheery tone of the pricness was replaced with concern.

"Oh, I'm fine, hon. Just tripled trying to get this damn book down." Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Oh, that's pretty high up." Charlie stated as she stared upwards. Even she couldn't reach that on her own. Unless...

"Hey Charlie, what are you- oof!" Vaggie was stunned as Charlie crawled underneath her.

The blonde placed her hands on the small woman's legs. Holding her secure in place so she wouldn't fall.

Vaggie's face turned red. Even though the situation was innocent, her mind went to other places for a moment.

"Can you grab it now, Vaggie?" Charlie asked as she looked up with a smile.

"Yeah- I got it. Thanks hon." She spoke softly. Still a little flustered.

"Yay!" The princess cheered as she shifted her girlfriends position. Allowing her to drop into her open arms so she could catch her bridal style.

Charlie placed Vaggie on the ground and gave her a kiss on the forhead. "Awww, a moth book for my pretty little moth!"

Vaggie giggled at the compliment. "There's a lot of interesting facts about moths. I could read some to you, if you'd like." Vaggie asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

Charlie's eyes lit up. "Oooh yes! Moths are so cool." She grabbed Vaggie's hand in hers. Running over with her to a little love seat that was next to the roaring fire.

Charlie sat down and patted her lap. Once Vaggie sat down, she wrapped her arm's around her. Drawing her in close.

Vaggie rested her head on Charlie's shoulder as she opened the book. "A male moth can smell a female over 10 miles away."

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #Charlie Morningstar #Charlie hazbin hotel #chaggie #chaggie week 2023 #Charlie x Vaggie #very short fic #fluff #chaggie fluff

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emdotcom · 2 months

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Pros of the new job:

Crazy-ass hours mean I don't need to adhere to my family's schedule (i.e. -- dinner's at 5, but they don't guilt trip me if I don't go, now)

Only one person has made me feel like i should quit, so far, & it was only one time

I have a name, & people bother to call me the correct one!! (IMAGINE)

Free slorpie & sodie yay yay yay :D

So far, nobody has told me off for drawing or listening to my headphones, so long as I'm paying attention to customers (& I am!)

On the one occasion that I did work a double shift 1) it was only due to another person calling in sick (& it was NOT intentionally scheduled like that, multiple days in a row, unlike my first job), 2) They made sure I got a break in-between the shifts (any break at all is better than my first job, but they gave me multiple hours & my manager personally covered me while I took said break), & 3) They moved my next shift down (again -- manager took the shift I was going to work) so i could get more than 6 hours of sleep before coming back for another 8 hours.

I get paid weekly, &, thus far, not a single check has been late (unlike my previous job, where i was paid ""bi-weekly"" -- which was always 2-9 days late by my boss & post-dated to not pay out for another several days)

They have not asked me to do anything INCREDIBLY ILLEGAL. Like the type of thing that would get a doctor shut down & stripped of their license for a major violation.

I don't constantly consider killing myself just to avoid working (i am not joking. It was fucking attrocious. It was constant. It was before work, at work, & after work, DAILY)

Having a job means I don't need to wade through the hellscape that is job applications, &, so far, have paid of 2/3 of the debts i accrued when I was jobless (the third one is slightly more substantial, & will take up at least 1/2 my check)

I have money, again! God, i missed not having to stress over whether i could afford the gas needed to drive to all these damned job interviews, wondering if I needed to borrow MORE money, & driving knowing that I probably won't get the job that is currently eating up my tank

The schedule has been less unrelenting. If i applied for health insurance, I would likely be able to make doctor appointements & keep them. A novel concept

Cons of the new job:

There are several tasks that would take me mere minutes to complete if I were left uninterrupted for a relevant amount of time, but bc of TWO company policies, they all take me hours

They don't like when we sit down, so I continue to have severe joint pains that last multiple days. If anyone has a good shoe brand, pls reccomend

This job makes me horribly aware of how bad I am at making eye contact

It turns out I am not a "night person," as I have assumed for the past 20 years, but instead have "chronic, untreated insomnia" that affects me regardless of what time of day it is, & so taking night/over-night shifts did not suddenly make me a person who can just go to sleep easily. Who'd-a thunk it!

I am still really bad at time management, I am still really tired, & it still feels like all my hours are slipping away (every job has felt like this, so far)

#em.txt #i am sure many of these pros seem pathetic. the basic respect of being called my name was robbed of me at my previous job #at every introduction. over every phone call i placed. on every letter i mailed out on that job's behalf #i wrote & spoke my name. & it meant so little nobody bothered to say it.#suicide ment

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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A Redemption Earned Ch 23

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, tricky conversations, you know the drill by now. Rob & Heather acting like an old married couple.

After a very full and exciting day of third grade, you were out on the playground supervising pick ups, making sure everyone was going home with an approved adult. You’d had a bit of a free period that afternoon that you were thankful for, able to get some projects on the go while your class had joined up with the other third graders for a special art period. You weren’t sure what they’d been working on, but Cody had been psyched to show you his before the sudden distraction of monkey bars pulled him away.

You said a brief goodbye to a couple of your kids, reminding their parents to make sure the school library books were in their bags on Monday so they weren’t late returns and let out a little sigh, turning your gaze back to the playground. You caught her out of the corner of your eye as she came up to you,

“Hey.” You greeted with a warm smile, “Cody’s mom, right?”

“Yeah.” She smiled back, extending a hand, “Lily. I guess we never really got a proper introduction, it’s Ms Summers, right?”

“Yeah, but y/n’s fine.” You felt your heart rate pick up at the first sign Heather’s hunch was right and immediately started calculating how to get around all of this and not let anything slip.

“How’s he been doing?”

“He’s great! Seems to be having a good time, he’s picking things up quickly, I don’t have any worries.”

“Good.” She let out a little sigh, “he likes you a lot more than his old teacher, I think that’s really helping.”

“Mom!” A very excited Cody called out, nearly dumping his backpack on the ground as he tugged a piece of construction paper out of it, “Ms Summers!” He couldn’t really decide which of you he was more excited to show it off to but ended up leaping onto his mom who caught him with the skill only a parent could posses.

“Hey buddy.” She greeted him with a laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “how was your day?”

“Good! But look!” He gestured wildly to the paper, making sure he had your attention to as he showed it off, “we made family trees for Mrs. Henderson.”

“That’s awesome.”

“Very well done.” You complimented with a smile and he gave you very toothy grin back.

“See, there’s me and you.” He turned back to his mom, pointing at the drawings on the paper, “and gramma and grampa.” He looked up at you, “they’re by the sun cause they live where it’s real hot.”

“My parents retired to Florida.” Lily informed you with a grin and you laughed.

“And I drew this for daddy.” He pointed back to the picture and your heart leapt in your throat at the sight of a gravestone with a scribbly ‘JD’ on it.

“How very thoughtful.” She kissed him on the cheek and in an instant he was struggling to get down on the ground, art shown off, attention back on burning off energy.

“Can I keep playing with Carter til his mom comes?”

“Course buddy.” She took the paper from him and scooped up his backpack, “when she gets here why don’t you see if he wants to come over for dinner? Pizza and Pixar night?”

“Yay!” Cody squealed before racing back over to the playground to his friend.

“That’s nice.” You commented, “I don’t know a lot of parents who would do that last minute.”

“Meh,” she shrugged, “she’s a single mom too, I’m sure she could use a break for a night. It does really suck to not be able to just drop them at their grandparents, ya know?” She looked down at Cody’s art project once more before sticking it into his backpack and glancing back up at you, “I…uh… I hope you don’t think it’s like… gruesome, that Cody drew a gravestone for his dad.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” You laughed lightly, “each family has their own dynamic. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You don’t need to be.” She let out a little sigh, “he didn’t even know about Cody. It was one of those one time situations; I was planning on terminating originally but changed my mind. We’d already cut contact, and honestly I think he would’ve been a terrible father. The reason Cody doesn’t even know what he looks like is cause when I went through his Facebook to find a picture there wasn’t a single one of him not partying. Cody was two when he died, so it wouldn’t have been much anyways.” She stopped suddenly and looked up at you, “wow. Sorry. That’s an overshare much?” You both laughed, “I just haven’t had a real conversation with an adult in like a week.”

“That… I understand.” You laughed in return, not saying anything else out of fear that you were going to let it slip. Thankfully you were saved by Carter’s mom walking up and Lily getting distracted with her right before turning back to you.

“It was nice to officially meet you.”

“You too.” You smiled back to her, relieved even more when another teacher came to swap out with you and you were able to head back to your classroom to pack up your things. You grabbed your cell phone and opened the text chain with Heather.

‘I’m not even sure if I should be telling you this, but you’re the lawyer so do with it what you will. Cody’s mom’s name is Lily, it was a one night stand. His dad died about six years ago, his initials are JD and he was a pretty big partier’

The three little writing bubbles popped up almost instantly,

‘All things considered I’m going to be rather late tonight. Feel free to eat without me.’

‘Let me know if I can do anything.’

‘I will, thank you. I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

Rob almost missed the sound of knocking on the door all the way from the kitchen, only realizing someone was there when Steve started barking. He made sure the timer was set and moved through the house, pulling open the door.

“Hey Heat.”

“I need to tell you something.” She blurted out, not giving herself the chance to back out from a potentially hard conversation. Rob let out a little chuckle, leaning against the doorframe.

“I already know about y/n. It’s not an affair if we’re divorced.” He teased and she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What’s up?”

“Well…while we’re on the topic of terrible things I did in the past…” He stepped back, letting her into the house, “we have a grandson.”

“What?” That stalled Rob, his eyes shooting up to Heather’s and he noticed the brimming of tears in her eyes.

“He looks exactly like him Rob… our sweet baby boy.” She was doing her best not to get choked up about it but it was honestly too late for that. Rob reached out, tugging her into a tight bear hug as the news sunk through him and he felt the same surge of emotion Heather was experiencing. He was beginning to nearly daydream about spending time with the boy when Heather’s previous statement began to alarm him and he grabbed at her shoulders, pulling her out of the embrace.

“Wait. What was the terrible thing you did? Please don’t tell me you threw this girl a giant sum of money to never be seen again.”

“No.” Heather rolled her eyes as she wiped at them, crossing the room to Rob’s liquor cart she helped herself and dropped down onto the couch. After a moment, Rob followed suit, sitting in the chair opposite of her.

“You gonna tell me or are we playing twenty questions?”

“You know that Jordan was always a momma’s boy, even when he was a degenerate.” Rob nodded, “he came to me about nine years ago, said he’d knocked a girl up and that she wanted to abort. I don’t think she asked for anything, Jordan just wanted to cover bases so I gave him a wad of cash and didn’t ask any questions.”

“Except she changed her mind?”

“It would appear so. I don’t think Jordan ever found out.” She leant forward, running a hand over her face, “god I really failed as a parent.”

“Don’t say that.” He assured, hand reaching out to squeeze at her arm.

“My kid knocked someone up at twenty two, I think I qualify.”

“I knocked you up at twenty-one.”

“We were married.”

“And look at how that turned out.” Rob smirked and she rolled her eyes again, “every family dynamic is different. And we did everything we could to cover our bases, both kids got the sex talk from each of us and Maria, Becca got it again from Jackie when she came out to cover the lesbian side of things. Jordan had condoms, any longer term girlfriend of his I always made sure had options for birth control and I kept a stock of the morning after pill at the house that they both had free access to for dates or friends. We did way more than most parents do.”

Heather hummed, taking a sip of her drink as she started to get lost in thought, “what if she doesn’t let us meet him?” She glanced up with the misting of tears in her eyes again and Rob cocked a brow.

“What’d’you mean? How… did you find out about all this? I kinda figured she’d come to you for money or something.”

“He’s in y/n’s class.” She sighed wearily, “I went to pick her up last week and she’s got these little collages, pictures of the kids and little self biographies. The kid looks just like Jordan did at that age, I honestly thought she had a picture of Jordan on the wall before I realized it was a recent picture.”

“And you’re sure he’s Jordan’s?”

“What, do you need me to run DNA?” She asked dryly and he chuckled.

“You would’ve demanded it in the past.”

“Y/n texted me today, I’m not sure how she found out but she was talking to the mom after school, her name’s Lily and I know that was the girl’s name. She also said Cody’s dad is dead, passed about six years ago and was a huge partier…and that his initials are JD. Combine all that together…”

“And it’s no coincidence.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re the family law lawyer… what are our options?”

“I… don’t want to force myself into this girl’s life if she doesn’t want us involved. And I really don’t want to force y/n’s hand into something unethical and get her in trouble at work.”

“Does Becca know?” He asked and she shook her head, “she’s always good with sleuthing, and they’re probably around the same age. They might even have some mutual friends, could start off with a Facebook message, or find an email through social media to start out with. Lily doesn’t have to reply if she doesn’t want to.” Heather looked up across at him a bit bewildered,

“You know, sometimes I hate that you’re smarter than me.”

“Oh I wouldn’t go that far.” He chuckled, “never in a million years could I do any of the jobs you’ve done.”

“That’s because you hate arguing.” She teased back with a grin before letting out a heavy sigh, “why am I already more invested in a kid I haven’t even met when I could barely be bothered with my own? Does that make me a terrible human being?”

“No.” Rob smiled softly at her, “I’d say it means you’re moving in the right direction. You’ve already dealt with your parenting issues in therapy, and you’ve repaired your relationship with Becca.”

“I never got the chance with Jordan.”

“Your brain is giving you the thought that this would be your second chance with Jordan. Except instead of mom this one’s gonna call you gramma.”

“Stop.”

“Grammie?”

“Rob. I swear.”

“Granny has a particularly nice ring to it.”

“Robert! Do you want to live to see tomorrow!?”

“Ohoho! I got full named.” He chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he took a sip of his drink.

“Oh god…” Heather’s brow furrowed, “what is the kid gonna call me?”

“I just gave you three wonderful options.” Rob teased and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, and what’re you going by then?”

“Pops.” He grinned over the rim of his glass and she let out a huff of a laugh.

“Glad to know one of us has it all figured out.”

“I never thought the day would come, I just hoped.”

“I mean you could always remarry someone whose kids want or have kids.”

“Nah.” He waved her off and she raised a brow.

“Why aren’t you dating? I mean you are a catch.” She fumbled slightly, “sorry, I don’t know if that’s any of my business.”

“It’s fine Heat.” He laughed, “I’m perfectly happy with my life and I’m content on being alone. Me and Steve have a great time together, don’t we bud?” He scratched at the dogs ears and he gave a little bark in agreement.

“As long as I didn’t fuck you up too much and make you not believe in love anymore, we’re good.” She muttered with a small laugh.

“You did nothing of the sort and you know it. You also know that I believe there’s one big love out there for everybody, and you were mine.”

“Aaand I feel like a terrible human being again. Thank you.” She replied with a groan and he let out a laugh.

“I didn’t mean it like that. You were my big love and you gave me twenty nine years of a relatively stable marriage, two kids that I love with all my heart, and now, hopefully a grandson. I’m not upset that I wasn’t your big love. In high school we were each other’s big love, we both changed and evolved into different people on different paths.”

“Might’ve had something to do with me not realizing I was gay.” Heather muttered over the rim of her glass as she took another sip.

“Ah, you’ve figured the label out now?”

“I think so.” Her head tilted, “there’s almost too many to keep up with nowadays, I’ll discover a new one and get confused all over again. Becca said to just go with gay or queer for now and if I want to tighten it up later I can. And remember when I say that it doesn’t mean I didn’t love you, because I did, and still do.”

“I know.” He smiled, “might have something to do with the fact that we rarely had sex though. Especially considering everything I’ve heard; your sex drive is…” he whistled and gestured towards the ceiling twice with his thumb and Heather covered her face with her hands as she blushed.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Have you started menopause yet, cause that could make it go either way.”

“That’s it.” She pushed up off the couch, “I’m leaving.” Rob chuckled, following her to the doorway as she slipped back into her coat.

“I’m so glad we can still banter like an old married couple.” He beamed at her when she turned back to him at the door.

“I hate you.” She deadpanned.

“I love you too.” He leant in, kissing her forehead gently, “have a good session. I’ll talk to Becca; I was going over there to help her put together a dresser tonight anyways. You’re at y/n’s this week?”

“Yes. And thank you.” She stepped back toward him, hugging him briefly, “and I love you too.” She turned away with a small smile on her face as she pulled open the door and started down the stairs.

“See! I got you smiling didn’t I?” He called after her.

Heather glanced over her shoulder, smile on her cheeks but shaking her head at his playfulness before she flipped him off and made her way back into the car. While there was still a lot of things to try and figure out, she knew one thing; she was eternally grateful for Rob and the fact that he was always willing to be her sounding board. He understood her in a way that she sometimes didn’t even understand herself and in times like this, that was exactly what she needed.

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katatonicimpression · 1 year

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Monet talking about Penance in X-Factor (2006) #13

“Every day, I have to make a conscious decision not to kill myself.

"I see him… and her in my head. My brother, Marius… the monster who became “Emplate” and Penance, the thing he turned me into.

“Kept me his prisoner. Hard to feel much bonding when your captor sucks down your bone marrow to survive. The nights are the worst.

“I can see him in the shadows, coming for me. I see myself turning back into Penance, trapped in that body, screaming in my head and no one can hear me.

“I know what the others say about me. Think about me. But I have to be this way. Strong, overwhelming, better than everybody…

“I have to be this “M” person, because I draw my strength from her. If not for her, then… the forces inside me… they’d crush me, they…”

[Psychiatrist] “Tell me, Monet. Is life really that… bleak? Does nothing make you happy?”

Full transcript under the cut.

*Monet and Doc Samson are discussing Sean's death, and Theresa's denial over it. Monet, who spent years under Sean's care (unlike his actual daughter), thinks that people should be more direct with Theresa.*

“And he was like a father to me! Hell, he was there more for me than he was for her! You don’t see me going fetal over it!”

“Are you tempted to?”

“Of course I am! He-. Okay. We’re not going to do this now.”

“No better time.”

“Why bother? Jamie said it would “do me good” to talk to you, but I’m not seeing it. Besides, you’ve already formed your opinion of me.”

“And what would that be?”

“‘Monet St. Croix.’ Arrogant, self-satisfied, bee-yotch. No surprises there.”

“Really? Well, why not try and surprise me, then?”

“Okay. How about, every day, I have to make a conscious decision not to kill myself.”

…

“Surprised?”

“Somewhat.”

“Yay, I win.”

“Is it true?”

…

“Monet? Is it true?”

“You’re the shrink. You tell me: where does suicide rank in cause of death for people my age?”

“Third, behind auto accidents and homicides.”

“So you shouldn’t be startled then.”

“But in your case…”

“My “case.” Lord… Girls my age kill themselves because they don’t know who they are. Gender confusion. Pressure to be skinny and pretty. To be popular. To be… whatever… I don’t…”

“You don’t…?”

“I see… him… and her… in my head.”

“Him and her?”

“My brother, Marius… the monster who became “Emplate”... and Penance, the thing he turned me into. Kept me his prisoner… You know the Stockholm Syndrome, right?”

“Of course. Someone being held hostage starts to empathize with their captor. It’s a defense mechanism, also called “Capture Bonding””

“Yeah, well… Hard to feel much bonding… when your captor sucks down your bone marrow to survive. The nights are the worst. I can see him in the shadows, coming for me… I see myself turning back into Penance… trapped in that body,, screaming in my head and no one can hear me…”

“...”

“I know what the others say about me. Think about me. But I have to be this way. Strong, over-whelming, better than everybody… I have to be this “M” person, because I draw my strength from her. If not for her, then… the forces inside me… they’d crush me, they…”

*she breaks the chess piece - the black queen - she’d been holding*

“Cripes. Not too symbolic. Sorry. I’ll replace them.”

“Don’t worry about it. Tell me, Monet… Is life really that… bleak? Does nothing make you happy?”

*The conversation shifts to the dumb love triangle sub plot that is currently occuring. Then the scene ends.*

#felt like putting this out into the world as a reminder #this scene has some very 2007 dialogue and it's not perfect #but it comes from a place of actually reading Generation X and understanding her backstory and what her trauma is #monet st. croix #monet st croix #penance #x factor #x factor investigations #cw suicide mention #cw suicide #tw suicide

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theartofdreaming1 · 3 months

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WIPs

Oof, got tagged by the lovely @queenofbaws to share my WIP folder - and it's bad, folks 😰 Most of these have been around for years and while I have kept working on most of them, still none of them are finished 😩 (hence the status "WIP", I guess):

Birthdays (4 birthdays in the life of Bruce Wayne... will I ever manage to finish this one in time for Bruce's birthday in February? Who knows... haven't succeeded in that in these past 4 years ^^;)

The Beast in the Cursed Woods (the Quarry fairytale now has a title... yay?)

Attempting to Connect... (A DickBabs Sci Fi/Cyber AU... first chapter is almost done, actually)

A Night at the Museum (third installment of my "The Taste of Something Stolen" BatCat series...)

Welcome Home (Airport ff with Bruce + Dick + Alfred)

5 times Laura had to patch up her bf + 1 time Max took care of her (Quarry fic in which I mostly make Max suffer through all the embarrassing mishaps that have happened to clumsy ol' me)

Captain Duckling AU (based on this drawing of mine)

and of course all my unfinished fics that torment me (and probably my readers as well) with their incomplete status on AO3:

Partners (DickBabs NoCapes BPD AU)

Ocean's Treasures Washed Ashore (DickBabs Merman Regency AU)

On the Reciprocal Attraction of Heavenly Bodies (DickBabs Regency AU)

This is Not Over, But Just the Beginning (LauraMax Quarry continuedCurse AU)

If you're curious about any of these WIPs, ask away! Maybe talking about these stories will finally get my creative juices flowing, who knows? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I'mma tag @wurzelbertzwerg , @clearbluewaters , @thychesters and @rosegardeninwinter , should they like to share info about their WIPs and anyone else who wants to talk about their WIPs... consider yourselves tagged by me :)

#about me #writing is hard #I write sometimes #I'm feeling so attagged right now

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iamthecomet · 8 months

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Daily update on into the eyes of fire, on yesterday and on today

You‘re so right. Being a perfectionist for me often means that I will not do something at all. Having that mixed with executive dysfunction just doesn’t work out great most of the time.

I‘m happy to talk to you about it, thank you for the offer! I‘m so excited to finish the first chapter, because then I’ll be able to tell so much more

I‘m also very glad that the day was better for you, and that your keyboard works again. For me it was a lot better as well. I had two friends coming over (that also stayed with me for the night) and it was really nice. We managed to finish watching season two of the Witcher, complained about overpowered characters and bad writing together

Then my ADHD kicked in as the others got really tired (they have a nighttime routine that took soooo long, goodness. I‘m glad if I’m able to brush my teeth for 3 minutes). It was pretty funny tho (I put this TikTok sound with „more passion, more passion, more energy, more energy, more footwork…“ on, held the speaker in my hands and danced around (it was a lot of fun tbh. I missed having these random bursts of energy, often caused by having a lot of sugar). It also made me tired so I got to sleep after that

Yeah! Casual nudity ghouls are awesome (they also made me more comfy with nudity, to the point of me running around shirtless at home from time to time. Yesterday even when my friends were over (it was so fucking hot). Like, I was always pretty comfy with nudity, but not to that point)

I did indeed get some drawing done! I finished the third panel of four on the third page (I just need the backgrounds for those first three as well, but I wanna do them all at once)

Today I had a lot of work to do and technically still do, but I am beyond tired and just gave up. Tomorrow will be two checkups and I’m absolutely not ready for one, but I fucking can’t anymore. I‘ll just try with luck because honestly, there is no way in hell I’m able to function enough to do work right now (I’m already glad that I managed to eat something now because my bloodsugar is probably way too low and I think it’s the reason for why I feel so terrible (physically) right now, so I think I’ll look for a sugary drink as well)

I have a headache but I’m really hoping that I‘ll be able to draw for at least an hour now, and that I’ll possibly even finish the third page

I Hope your day was good/is good, and that you got some stuff done that you wanted to do!

~ @owlishanon

Yay progress!! You've done so much work on it this week! I've gotten almost nothing actually finished this week, but it's ok. Sometimes things are just like that. I have a crochet project I'm hoping to finish today. And someday I'll get back into a consistent writing schedule, but probably not today. And your night with your friends sounds so fun!! All of my close friends live at least an hour and a half away from me at this point. So I don't get to have those nights as often as I used to. I hope everything went/goes well today. That sounds stressful, but I'm sure you'll make it through. You've got this!!

#comet comments #owlish #comet's anons

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flowerycoffin · 2 years

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My headcanons for characters sexualities in my fav shows pt. 3

“Kill la Kill” (Please someone tell me I’m not the only one who watched that)

Quick vent before starting: third part took me so long because june is never a pleasant month for me. First came a burn out, a solid burn out. I didn’t felt any joy drawing not counting few sketches. Later came everyones favourite period because of which I couldn’t move from couch and sometimes was falling asleep because of pain (yes, ways my body invented to minimalise a pain are wierd) and last but not least came heat waves and rapidly changing weather from 32 degrees celcius (don’t tell me it’s nice temperature, I’m dying ok) and cloud-less sky to heavy rain with bolts during one day. Before I got better already it was 20th and I was like ‘Oh fluff let’s work with what I already have, fluff it it’s fine nobody will notice this broken everything’.

Also mild trigger warning: I’m going to vaguely cover sexual abuse and interpersonal problems. Nothing going really deep into topics but I know it can be stresing for some. On last picture there’s cartoon blood so yeah. And idk if it’s trigger warning but I’m going into a bit shipy area ‘cause my brain still doesn’t work like it should.

Ok, without further ado - first of all - Satsuki, Nonon and Inumuta

Whole three is polyamorous and all of them are dating eachother. I was thinking for a long time how their relationship would look like because everyone who watched anime knows that Satsuki was molested by her own mother and would probably have a lot of problems trying to be in romantic relationship, but I think that Houka and Jakuzure would constantly make her remember why they love her and why she matters.

Next one - Mako, Ryuko and Ira

Starting with Matoi - she’s a lesbian. C’mon guys we all know she’s wlw. As much as I love Ryuko x Mako I did not drew them together in romantic scenery because I’m afraid that any ship with Ryuko involved won’t last long. Don’t get me wrong - I love her, I think she deserves all best after all she experienced, but her attachment and anger issues are shown during whole series. Of course she progresses with a course of time (take her relationship with Senketsu for example) but I feel that with a current state she would need a couple of years to build a healthy relationship.

Mako being pan is clear ‘ok I need more people loving more than one gender but don’t make it bi this time’. Mako is just Mako. She defies logic and so does my headcanon.

Ira Gamagori is demisexual and perfectly represents kinky acespec (yes they exist, look it up). Our great manly man feeling sexual attraction only after making bond with someone just vibes with me. Also drawing him was so easy for some reason. I don’t know why or what makes him being so comfortable to draw but Sasori is in danger when it comes to still being my comfort character.

Yay, last one of our main cast - UZU I’M-GONNA-YELL-TO-NO-END-AT-BATTLEFIELD SANAGEYAMA

Uzu is aro-ace. Dude had to be so cool and cold during whole series, when he finally got a chance he got onto empty field and started cherrishing his life free from killing Ragyo plan. Yeah, back to headcanon - I dunno what to say honestly, it just stuck with me one night and it became my headcanon from now on. I just looked at him and was like. Yep, fellow aroace on the way (my brain is melting at this point but I don’t want to procrastinate with this one anymore).

Oh gosh I think we forgot about somebody again. Who could it be?

Fluff Ragyo and Nui. They don’t deserve headcanons!

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#kill la kill #klk #satsuki kiryuin #nonon jakuzure #houka inumuta #ira gamagori #mako mankanshoku #ryuko matoi #uzu sanageyama #ragyo kiryuin #nui harime #i have to rewatch series when I’ll finally have no other things to focus on #my art

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haeroniel-doliet · 2 years

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So the drawings ive been tinkering on for... Almost exactly 2 months now, are getting a little more finished again! More update under the cut so i dont clog anyones dash :')

(i did start making a third piece that ties my whole idea together and that is being the biggest menace, despite me slightly slightly constantly trying to finish the first two to like any standard im happy with lmao)

So yay on some progress! Boo on that i desperately need to make more progress on real life stuff and im worried i wont have these actually done till november. Two posts a year kinda high speed artist here! And i did/do wanna do something or multiple little things at least for dinluke positivity thing in november! I wanna do a fun community thing! But everything i make takes forever bc im never happy with it and i got a lot else i should be doing. How do people do this?

Ok no but like im writing this publicly just bc i sort of wanna give an update and also bemoan the third piece :') the sketch so far is... Okay, the faces are good enough but the rest is so unfinished/unclean. Last two times i tried fixing it i just made it way worse so tonight i thought fuck it and put down the flat colours right. Turns out that just highlights how unfinished my linework was! So really im just debating. Do i go back and try my damndest to make good lineart for it, or do i take a page out of my adult art class and just actually more paint it in? Like screw the lineart im just gonna spend a long time tinkering with the colours for shadows and highlights and shape this out that way. It won't perfectly match the other two, but the faces have lineart and who really pays much attention to the other details??

Oh and i have still a mission set to make backgrounds for these. Yes im planning to trace over a google image of highschool lockers and not much else but thats still probably at least a nights work for me that im not hype for haha. They look good on plain background but i wanna at least see if the background could help make them feel more finished. Yknow? Make it worth it that ive been sitting on them for 2 months already

Its fine, its all fine, im gonna make the phonecalls i need to tomorrow and do other good admin things, then i can try to either start carving out the third piece in a painting style (back up plan if i hate it is to backpedal and do the lineart better, or make it over the top of it) and if thats going miserably ill just try and make the backgrounds yknow?? Ill make progress this weekend, maybe ill even say fuck it and post it without it being totally close to perfect (not super likely but imagine the relief of getting it out here finally??) So stay tuned and wish me luck!!

#haeroniel talks #art woes #alls good but im a little stressed and overthinking everything and its been almost 2 months since i posted the wips and i wish i was done!!

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ramblingsnake · 4 months

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Yay Madoka Au !

I suppose i should write this down one way or another. But the brainworms have decided for the past. What? 2 months? to mash my two hyperfixations together cultivating in a Madoka Magica AU for Persona. It's great. It has no name. But i couldn't decide between Akira taking Homura's spot, or Akechi. So i decided "Okay what if i did both." So i did that. As i described to my friends: Akira's version is more akin to if Moemura decided Murder was a good solution, whilst Akechi's version is akin to if Homura decided Murder needed to be the solution. Details, people. Details.

So obviously i need to lay down the rules / changes because I adore Madoka Magica to my very heart and in my AU's of it i do generally change it up just to preserve the original. So in this AU's *all* teenagers can become contracted. Generally called Magi as an over all, whilst you can call the individual "Magical boy" or "magical girl" so on so forth. (everyone has a generally unique transformation unless said otherwise. I still need to draw them out. For now, think their phantom thief attire+) The other change is that Kyubey is deleted from existence and replaced by the Personae. generally called Persona's/Personae, their other name is ending up to be "Wish Bearers". But the personae are tiered - its a way to keep wishes from extending from their usual reach of Karmic destiny. How the tiers work is just following the ascensions of the normal game(s) So tier one has Carmen, Arsene, Captain Kidd, Cendrillon, etc. They grant base level wishes to people with moderate "Karmic Destiny", so think people like Ann and Ryuji. Akira makes his wish with Arsene, and that wish manages to break Arsene's "limit" (There isnt one. Its just a lie.) Tier Two has Astarte, Loki, Kamu Susano-o, etc. They grant moderate level wishes to people with high "Karmic Destiny" So like Haru and Akechi. Tier three has Raoul, Hereward, Ella, Etc. They are basically never seen because people who they're assigned to grant wishes to are practically never born. It happens occasionally, but not enough for them to be known. They show up when Akira and Akechi respectively want to make their universe changing wishes. :)

ANYWAYS. Theres a few major differences and sameities as Madoka's original plot to this au. Changes between the two versions so im starting with Akira's. The difference with Akira is that he goes, in total, about 202 timelines. That is a purposeful number i am a shameless Shuake fan. At about timeline 120, he snaps when he realizes being nice and continuing to try and change fate together as a group wasn't working. It's also when he learns that his time magic isn't limited to the just 6 months in 2016, but can go back *Farther*. So after timeline 120, he goes back 2 years until 202. When Akechi finally makes his final wish and rewrites the laws of the universe to better suit *himself*. the gayest final chess session happens there because Akechi is smug as hell. Akira wins for the first and final time. So in the new time, its about a year before. Akira has been sent early to Shujin therefore he's a first year with Ann and Ryuji. But to Akira's surprise his friends already seemed to know him before hand since they visited Akira's hometown, Inaba, before hand on a "Wraith Night". it takes Akira time but he does eventually learn what Wraiths are and are. very confused by them. Not for long as he's taught himself to be easily adaptable but enough to make Arsene look at him funny. in less detail, Rebellion happens but its Maruki who off shoots it just to reflect the third semester because hehe. Haru witches out about december 27th, Sumire contracts about october 16th and Maruki kicks off the false inner reality like 30 minutes after midnight on January 1st lmao yes Akira does do the funny hehe haha of ripping Akechi from heaven. I love that ending so much and i wish. to play around with it before movie 4 comes in and destroys me emotionally.

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Akechi's version is... Less detailed. Akechi in total does about 120 timelines. His power isn't questioned because it was Loki who granted this wish, and gives Akechi power. But the key major difference is that Akechi loses memory of Akira. When Akira and him are in the depths of Reality thats slowly sewing itself back together after Akira breaks every law and creates new ones, Akira steals Akechi's soul gem and steals his ability of Time Manipulation without Akechi knowing. With the theft of Time Manipulation, Akira manages to reverse his soul to a time before he contracted. Then sends it home to Akechi. Therefore, no one exists that remembers Akira's sacrifice. Akechi is given a life Akira wants him to have, a happier one. One where his Mother, Akechi Fumiko, is alive and a well known Lawyer. She's good at her job and getting justice for anyone. It's made easier since she's backed by her Detective Prince son. The two are an unstoppable duo. But Akechi ends up getting in trouble when he's investigating a series of murders and disappearances where he re-contracts with Loki. His powers, however, this time involve the ability to know, see, and hear everything that should be hidden to him or anyone else. Give him the ability to live through the knowledge of the unknown. Akechi survives his encounter, and then goes to bed knowing he's safe. Only to wake up. To a apparition staring at him. Talking at him. He, of course, screams. thats where my planning stops. I /know/ Akechi ends up in his own Rebellion Hell but i haven't figured out why yet. Or how. I've just been enjoying the idea of a memoryless Akechi now having to be 1. A living Lie detector and 2. haunted by this weird ghost that keeps calling itself a god.

#I'm so sorry this is long.#The need to write down and info dump about my Au took over #I'll probably info dump about everyone's individual powers later.#for right now im still kinda writing stuff out as it comes to me.#God bless what my next hyperfixation is o7 #lowkey excited to see how this goes #Madoka AU's #Persona #Persona 5 #o7

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