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hecoxthirst · 2 months

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Title: Ivy and forget-me-nots

For @lilac-hecox

Rating: General audiences

Tags: Alternative universe, soulmates, tattoos/birthmarks, angst, fluff, happy ending, fan art.

Summary: Everyone in the world is born with a little bud drawn on their inner wrist, that changes over time. This is the story of Ian and Anthony's relationship told through those changes.

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Everyone in the world is born with a little bud drawn on their inner wrist.

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It looks like a tattoo, but it’s more like a birthmark, and it changes over time. The style of it and even what real life plant it resembles is not the same for everyone.

When Ian first meets Anthony, he’s just a kid. He hasn’t put much thought into his mark, yet. He knows it will start to change when he meets his soulmate. He is excited to notice the first changes after only knowing him for a few weeks.

He can’t stop looking at it. From the base of his wrist, long thin stems have begun to grow. Small buds open up over time, revealing tiny, pale blue flowers.

“Looks like forget-me-nots.” His mother casually comments. He blushes and pulls down his sleeve, like any prepubescent kid would do when confronted about their crush.

Ian feels lucky to feel such a strong bond with his soulmate already. And they met so young too! This is great. It means they’ll get to spend the rest of their lives, the majority of their lives, together. Some aren’t as lucky and only get to see their mark bloom much later in life, spending their young years wondering if their soulmate is actually out there somewhere.

He has no doubt it’s Anthony.

Twisting vines have started to sprout from his wrist, and the first leaves appeared when Ian agreed to stay overnight so they can work on Anthony’s website.

Anthony always dreamed about meeting his soulmate in the most romantic circumstances possible. He had a whole romance movie in his head. He didn’t expect his mark to start growing after spending a day drawing swirly poops with flies around them, but he can’t be mad about it.

Something about Ian immediately caught his attention. It’s the way he laughs so easily at his jokes, and the way he’s so effortlessly funny, making Anthony laugh too. Plus, he’s really cute, which is a nice bonus.

Anthony knows soulmates can have complicated relationships, but he knows it’s even worse when people ‘settle’ for someone who isn’t their soulmate.

His mother never found hers. She married once, but it wasn’t the one. Things worked out in the end for their family, sure, but Anthony still can’t help but think that there’s gotta be someone out there who would be the perfect fit. He can’t help himself, he’s a romantic.

This is why he’s beyond excited to get to spend every second of every day with Ian. They are inseparable. Their respective parents already talk about how they make a cute couple, they have also become acquainted with each other knowing they will be in-laws eventually.

And Anthony believes this too. He is too young to do anything now, but he can’t wait to be old enough to propose.

Despite this, they don’t do anything explicitly romantic besides holding hands. Their bond is so strong. They are destined to be together, there’s no need to rush things.

Still, Anthony’s feelings grow stronger every day, just like the ivy climbing up his arm.

It’s hard to know if Ian feels the same, sometimes. But Anthony can’t doubt their love. He has to believe.

Finding your soulmate this young is actually pretty rare.

Soon, most people just kinda know they found the one. It’s easy to tell, just looking at their marks. Not everyone knows they are each other’s soulmates, but most people who know them do.

They have their first kiss when they are fifteen.

Neither of them had the chance to date other people, so neither of them has experience with this stuff. Anthony asks Ian out on their first ‘official’ date - yes, Ian, it’s different than just hanging out! It’s- it’s just different, trust me.

They fumble awkwardly, bumping noses and not knowing what to do with their hands, but after a brief moment they both burst into giggles.

“Oh.”

“See, I told you it would be different.”

“Can we, uh…”

“Do it again?”

“Yeah.”

Anthony’s smile couldn’t be brighter. If he smiled any harder than this it would hurt. He cups Ian’s face this time, making sure to measure the distance so they won’t bump into each other or press too hard this time. He connects their lips softly, and he feels Ian tremble slightly.

This is the happiest he’s ever been.

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As years pass, their marks don’t change much, but they stay just as luxuriant. Ian’s with his pretty blue flowers and Anthony with his lush green leaves.

Life moves along, Smosh becomes something bigger than they had ever imagined, so much that it feels like a lot to handle on their own. So when a company approaches them with the idea of buying it from them, it sounds really appealing.

It’s great at first. They have a bigger budget than they have ever had, the production quality of their videos skyrockets, but… over time, it becomes clear that something’s not right.

There’s this fragile equilibrium. It’s a pendulum swinging, it’s a glass set on the edge of a counter, it’s a sword hanging over both of their heads.

As Anthony grows angrier and more resentful, the ivy on his skin turns into something uglier he can’t even recognize.

On Ian’s arm, tiny blue petals begin to fall, crowding around his wrist like a bracelet he can’t take off. One by one they fade, until all that’s left is these sad, dried up stems.

Every time Ian gets a glimpse of the thorny mess on Anthony’s wrist, his stomach churns. He tries as hard as he can to ignore it. There’s already so much going on, they have so many projects. He can’t afford to stop and think too hard about what this means.

He’s heard the stories and he’s seen the movies. It’s never a good sign when someone’s mark changes so much for the worse.

Anthony feels like he’s trapped. Smosh, this beautiful thing they created together, which represents their friendship and their shared sense of humor, is being turned into some kind of creature he doesn’t recognize, something that has a life of its own and he has no control over it anymore. He feels lost and hurt, and it only gets worse when he’s finally brave and broaches the subject to Ian.

Of course Ian won’t leave with him. Look at those withering, dry stems on his arm. It shouldn’t come as a surprise. Anthony knows Ian stopped loving him a while ago.

With Anthony gone, Ian finds himself wearing a lot of long sleeved shirts. He’s tired of people assuming, or even worse, asking about his soulmate. He doesn’t want anyone to see what a sad, pathetic little thing his mark was reduced to.

All flowers fell long ago, and gradually those little stems are bending down, falling over, breaking. Soon, there’s nothing left. It’s like it was never even there. It almost looks like he doesn’t have a mark at all, which in a way is a relief.

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Years go by, and Ian never really stops missing Anthony, but the pain becomes more dull over time. He convinces himself that he doesn’t need, he doesn’t even want, a soulmate.

That is, until his friend brings it up. He avoids talking about Anthony when he can, but he trusts her enough to mention him, and she asks to see his mark.

He pulls away. He hasn’t shown it to anyone in years. But she’s gentle and he eventually gives in, offering his left arm to her. He can’t look at it. He knows what she will see. He feels her lift up his sleeve. When she says nothing, it bothers him enough to look at her to see her reaction.

She has this little smile on her face.

“What?” He asks, befuddled.

“Are you so sure you’re over him?”

He is confused. Until he sees her eyes dart downwards. He follows them until his own fall on his mark, and… his heart squeezes almost painfully. A small, pale, delicate flower has blossomed again after so long.

“Uh… that’s nothing. It doesn’t mean- I- I can’t.”

He panics, retreating his arm into his lap, hastily covering up his traitorous mark.

He’s been watching Anthony from afar. He can’t bring himself to watch through a single video, but he’s seen what his soulmate has been up to. He finally found his footing as a creator and he’s enjoying his success. Not just that, but he looks happier now. Happy, period.

Ian thinks ‘good for him’, but part of him can’t help but wonder. Is Anthony happier without him? Is he finally completely over him?

Anthony never hid his mark, unlike Ian. But over time it’s become harder to see it clearly, since he decided to hide it with tattoos. Or, at least that’s how Ian interprets it. He’s sure they have a significance or whatever.

Even so, Ian saw people speculate online. He saw the screenshots. He tries to stay away from that stuff, he blocked his name wherever he could so he wouldn’t have to see people’s comments about it, but even so… it’s inescapable. He stared at the green leaves amongst the thorns and the ink. He hadn’t seen a single leaf on Anthony’s skin in years.

He can’t help the little ember of hope burning in his chest. Maybe that’s why his own mark changed. Whatever he used to feel for Anthony was never truly gone, it’s just… it became harder to see what was so good about their relationship when everything else surrounding it was such a complete mess. But now, with distance, both physical and temporal… it’s easier to see it again.

So when his friend suggests he should reach out… it doesn’t feel completely insane to consider.

They meet - on purpose, with the intention of being in each other’s presence - for the first time since Anthony left.

They are not alone, they brought friends so they’ll have some kind of buffer between them. The idea of being alone with him is overwhelming. Ian doesn’t think he could handle it.

But it goes well. It’s a little awkward, but only for the first few minutes. They are both surprised to find it’s so easy to pick things up where they left them back when they could still call each other friends.

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They have been hanging out semi-regularly on their own for a while now. Ian can’t believe he is about to say this, but nothing has ever felt so right.

He chooses to be brave. If Anthony turns him down, at least he can say he tried.

“This is gonna sound crazy, so bear with me. It’s been on my mind for a while, uh… what if- what if we bought Smosh?”

Before he’s even done talking, Anthony jumps to his feet, unable to contain his excitement.

“Dude, you beat me to it, I was about to say-” he proceeds to go on a rant about everything they could do if they had their old channel back, and it’s clear that he’s put thought into this, it’s not the first time it crosses his mind. Ian can only sit there and listen, and watch him talk animatedly, with fondness blossoming in his heart, and awe painted on his face.

That’s it. There’s the man he fell for, that’s his soulmate he knew. He’s back.

Despite this, he won’t let his hopes up. They can be friends again. It doesn’t mean they are ready to be romantic soulmates again, not so soon, or maybe ever.

They meet at Ian’s house to attempt writing a sketch for the first time in… god, too long. He wonders if they still have it. He hopes so, but he wouldn’t be too shocked if it turns out they’ve changed too much.

They spend hours on this, almost forgetting this is supposed to be work. They are just having so much fun, laughing so hard their sides hurt. It feels like they are little kids again.

By the end, Ian is pretty satisfied with what they created.

Before leaving, Anthony turns to Ian. Ian can’t stop smiling, he’s giddy like he hasn’t been since he was a teen with a crush. To be fair, Anthony isn’t faring much better.

Anthony reaches for Ian’s left arm. Ian rolled up his sleeves without thinking. He is already gulping at the realization that Anthony probably saw his single blue flower, and the thought of what he’ll think about it.

Anthony’s eyes drag along his arm, watching in silent awe. Ian glances down and his eyes widen.

His mark has fully bloomed again over the span of a single afternoon. He hadn’t even noticed, he’s astonished. He knew his mark was sprouting new buds, but he didn’t think they’d all bloom at once so quickly.

“I’ve never seen it like this.” Anthony comments, almost breathless.

“Me neither.”

Anthony smiles at him at the admission. Ian takes one of the hands holding his wrist and turns it over so he can take a look at Anthony’s. He has a feeling, but if he’s wrong he’ll deal with it like an adult.

But whatever he was expecting wasn’t as wonderful as what he actually sees. There’s none of the tangled thorns. In their place, now beautiful ivy sprouts at his wrist and climbs all the way up his arm to his elbow, twisting around his arm.

When Ian glances up, he notices him blushing faintly.

“Yours grew so much in one day too?”

“No…” Anthony chuckles, shyly ducking his head. “It’s been growing for a while, but it’s even more lush after today.”

“Oh.”

He almost can’t believe this. All this time he thought his hope was unfounded and his feelings weren't reciprocated, at least not in full, but it’s impossible to deny now. The proof is a living, growing thing on Anthony’s skin.

“I’m sorry I interpreted it the wrong way,” Anthony says, once again taking Ian’s hands in his own. “It took me years to understand that it didn’t mean your love was gone, just that your feelings were complicated. Mine were too, I should have known.”

Ian is taken aback by the sincerity, but he gets a hold of himself and shakes his head.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I mean, I looked at yours and I thought it meant you hated me.”

“I could never hate you.” Anthony looks hurt by the mere insinuation, “I was just so angry, because I felt like we were losing control of something that used to be ours, and I needed you to stand by me, and you didn’t. I’m not blaming you, I understand why you couldn’t! But it hurt at the time. And… for a long time, after.”

Anthony squeezes his hands lightly. He can’t believe they are talking about this. He never thought they would talk again at all, let alone have such an earnest and heartfelt conversation. He missed Ian so fucking much, part of him still can’t believe he’s here right now.

“I know that now,” Ian says, “But seeing your ivy turn into that bramble… it was scary. I’m sorry, I’m not trying to say that that part of you is scary, you had a right to be upset–”

Anthony cuts him off, “I get it, it’s okay.” He smiles gently at him, so fondly, Ian almost melts. “Let’s not let our marks speak for us anymore, okay? Let’s use our words.”

Ian smiles back, blushing a bit.

“Yeah… good call.”

He looks away because he can’t stand to hold his gaze, and instead he takes in the beautiful forget-me-nots that now take up a large part of his forearm.

“Man, that’s gonna be hard to hide.” He chuckles. Anthony stays silent, so he looks up and immediately he realizes his mistake. “Not because I want to hide it! I just– sorry. Force of habit. I was hiding it for so long to avoid questions. I, uh…” It’s hard to admit. He feels pathetic, but he knows he’s safe to admit it to Anthony now. “I didn’t want people to pity me.”

Anthony lets go of his hands. Ian begins to panic, but soon he finds he has no reason to because one of Anthony’s hands goes to cup his face instead.

“If you would rather keep it private, I understand. Our bond is none of anyone’s business.”

“What about yours? That looks even harder to hide.”

Anthony shrugs. “I’ll wear long sleeves.”

Ian is so touched. He shakes his head.

“There’s no need to. I’d like people to see it.” He cracks a teasing smile, “You didn’t hide it back then it was at its worst, why hide it now that it’s so gorgeous?”

“If people see it, they’ll know how I feel about you. They’ll know something has changed… they’ll want to know everything, they’ll speculate.”

“Let them.”

Anthony is surprised to hear that. Ian always had this type of attitude, acting unaffected by everything, but he knows that he’s really a private person and this type of thing bothers him.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck it, man.” Ian laughs. “I got my soulmate back. I don’t give a fuck what strangers on the internet have to say about it.”

Anthony can’t help but let his laughter infect him. Without having to think about it too much, he just does the most natural thing he could do. He kisses his soulmate.

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dinas-a-bird · 1 year

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The Art of Falling

Pairing: Ellie Williams x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, modern AU

Summary: You start a new job and fall in love with your coworker (a/n i suck at summaries)

Word Count: 1,100

part two

A/N: Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

You sat nervously in your new office, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and buzzing with the energy of a fresh start. You just graduated from college and landed your first job as a marketing assistant at a tech company. As excited as you were to start your new career, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place.

You had always been a bit of a misfit, never quite fitting in with the popular crowd in high school or the party scene in college. It wasn’t until you discovered your passion for tech that you finally found a community you felt comfortable in.

But even among fellow tech nerds, you still felt like an outsider at times. You weren’t the most outgoing person and your social skills could be a little rusty at times. As you were contemplating this, a woman walks into the room, your heart skips a beat. She is tall and lean, short auburn hair pulled into a half bun with the rest hanging around her neck. Her eyes are a piercing green and she is wearing a simple black long sleeve button up and a pair of black slacks.

“Hey, I'm Ellie Williams," the woman says, holding out her hand. You catch a glimpse of a tattoo on her wrist, you couldn't help but wonder if it went all the way up her arm. “You must be y/n.”

Blinking a few times to compose yourself you take her hand, “Uh, yeah, that's me.” you stammer. “Nice to meet you.”

Ellie smiles warmly. “Nice to meet you too. I’m one of your coworkers, obviously. But I’m also your mentor. Been here for a couple years, so I guess I know a thing or two. If you need anything or have questions, just let me know.”

You feel a wave of relief. Ellie seems nice enough, not like some of the other people in the office who looked like they were too busy or important to bother with a newbie.

“Thanks,” You smile back. “I appreciate it.”

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Over the next few weeks, you and Ellie started to work together on various projects. Ellie is an excellent mentor, patient and encouraging, but she also pushed you to think outside the box and go out of your comfort zone.

As you spent more time together, you found yourself increasingly drawn to Ellie. You couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was about her that you found so captivating - maybe it was her confidence, or her intelligence, or the way she always seemed to know the right thing to say.

Whatever it was, you knew that you had started to like Ellie, it thrilled you but also terrified you. You had never been attracted to a woman before she came along. You weren't quite sure how to navigate these feelings.

A couple of weeks later, after a particularly long and stressful meeting, Ellie walked up to you. “That was a wreck wasn't it?” You notice how she starts to pick at fingers nervously - it was cute.

Sighing you nod, “Yea, Clem is going to be pissed we didn't lock down the deal.”

“Clem’s always pissy. Really she should have given us a better pitch to go with.” Nodding in agreement you both laugh. After a couple seconds Ellie looks up at you, “Do you, maybe, wanna go grab a drink with me? I know a place nearby that's pretty good.”

Feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest you answer, “Sure, I mean yes, yes I would love to.”

The walk to the bar wasn’t too long - about ten minutes but who's counting? Ellie orders beers for the both of you and then you find yourselves settled into a booth in the back. You both talked about work at first, but as you drank more, the conversation turned more personal.

“Where’d you grow up?” You take a sip of your drink and look up at Ellie.

“A farm in Jackson, it’s a small town in Wyoming.” Ellie plays with the neck of her bottle. “Joel, he took me in when I was young and let me work around the farm in exchange for housing and such.”

You smile, “So, Joel, is he your dad?”

“Yea, something like that.” She smiles softly.

You both continued talking and you soon found yourself opening up to Ellie in a way you had never done with anyone else. You told her about your childhood, your dreams, your fears, and Ellie listened with a kind and attentive ear.

As the night wore on and the bar emptied out, you started to realize you were slowly falling in love with Ellie. You didn’t know it was possible - you were just coworkers, after all - but you couldn’t deny the way your heart raced whenever Ellie smiled at you or touched your arm.

You knew you had to say something, but you were terrified of ruining the friendship or making things awkward at work. But as Ellie was stepping out of the booth ready to say goodbye, you blurted out, “Wait, can I, can I tell you something?” It comes out more shaky than you would have liked.

Ellie turns back to you, a look of concern on her face. “Of course, what’s up?”

Taking in a deep breath you look to the ground. “I know this is probably really stupid, and I don’t want to make things weird, but I have to tell you something. I care about you, more than I probably should and I don’t really know-” You let out a deep sigh, trying to stop from stuttering your words. “You’re my favorite person Ellie. I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Ellie’s expression softens, she reaches out and takes your hand. “Hey, it’s not stupid. I think you’re my favorite person too.”

Your heart is racing as you look up into Ellie’s green eyes. Was this really happening? Was Ellie trying to say what you thought?

“I don’t know what to do,” You say, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “I’ve never felt this way before, I don’t want to fuck things up between us.”

Ellie squeezes your hand. “Hey, it’s okay. Let’s take things slow, figure this out together. If you’re not ready for anything more, that's totally fine. We can just be friends.”

You shake your head. “No, I want more, I want to be with you.”

Ellie smiles, and you feel a familiar flutter in your stomach. “Okay. Then let's go on a proper date. Next weekend? 7 o’clock?” Smiling, you get up and hug her.

“It’s a date.” You mumble into her neck.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #reader insert #gender neutral reader #ellie williams x y/n #tlou fanfiction #fanfic #y/n #gender neutral y/n #the last of us 2 #the last of us #tlou #ellie fluff #nice ellie williams #dinas-a-bird

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stephstars08 · 1 year

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Still Alive ~ Chapter Two

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Parent Issues, Some Angst but more Fluff, and Anxiety, and Mention of Nightmare. (Sorry if I forgot any)

Word Count: 2,263

Author’s Note: Hello, before I say anything I just want to say thank you so much to all of you for showing so much love on the first chapter of this book and thank you so much for reading! It means the world to me seeing so many people showing support for my writing! This chapter has a lot of Ethan in it so enjoy!! I hope you all like this chapter! Next chapter will be posted on Monday instead of Sunday since Sunday is Mother’s Day!🩵

Y/N was sitting in her media art class taking notes for her next project for the class. She was taking notes on the theme of her next art project. Y/N is majoring in art and mixed media since her favorite thing to do ever since she was a child was to draw. Sometimes when she would get upset, she would lock herself in her room and just draw anything. Anytime she gets stressed or anxious about something she would color in one of her hundred of color books that she owns.

Y/N didn’t get into sculpting till she hit her junior year of high school. Most of her artwork is a sculpture made of clay since that’s her favorite form of art and also her strongest form as well.

When the bell rang, signaling that class was over Y/N finished writing her last sentence and started to log out of her laptop shutting it down. “Have a nice day everyone!” The professor called out to everyone. “Ms. Riley, may I speak to you really quick?” Y/N heard the professor call out to her. Y/N let out a sigh as she put her notebook and laptop in her book bag. She wrapped the straps of her book bag onto her shoulders and walked to her professor.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” Y/N asked her professor sounding a bit nervous. “Yes, you know about the art exhibit next month, right?” The professor said, which earned a nod of the head from Y/N. “I haven’t gotten your prompt on what you are making for the show.” The professor said to her. “Sorry, If I’m being completely honest, I have had so much going on and I just haven’t been thinking about what to make.” Y/N said being completely honest but not going into much detail.

Of course, she isn’t going to tell her professor about the shit that is going on with her mom and the fucking nightmares about her killing the bitch that killed her father. That’s all she thinks about.

“I’m sorry to hear that but Ms. Riley you are the only student in all my classes that hasn’t submitted anything. Half of the class is almost done.” The professor told her. “Okay um I promise I’ll give you some kind of idea by next week.” Y/N promised hoping her professor will ease the stern look she is getting. “Okay, I better have it before next weekend.” The professor told her in a strict tone. “Yes, I promise.” Y/N said again which earned a nod from the professor giving her permission to leave. After saying a quick goodbye Y/N walked out of the classroom.

As she walked down the hallway, she kept thinking about what the fuck she could make. She knew she wanted to make a sculpture, but she had no idea what she wanted to sculpt. She knew it was going to be a long week.

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After Y/N’s last class of the day she decided to sit in the park under a tree and sketch some ideas for her project in her sketch book but of course, everything she had sketched so far was shit. Y/N stopped to see what she had drawn on the paper so far. “This looks like shit!” She hissed ripping the piece of paper out and crumbled it up. She tossed the paper into her growing pile of crumbled pieces of paper. She had to have at least ten in the pile. “What the fuck am I going to do!” She groaned in frustration.

If she doesn’t have some kind of art in the show, she can end up failing the class. Y/N knew she needed a break, so she sat her book and pencil down beside her on the grass. She let out a sigh as she ran both of her hands through her hair. “Why is this so hard?” She whispered to herself. She’s never been out of inspiration like this. When she put her hands down, she heard a vibrating sound.

When she looked at her phone that was lying on her book bag, she was getting a phone call. When she picked up her phone, she saw the called ID said unknown. She couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Her parents and Sidney always warned her about unknown callers because of Ghostface. She was just about to answer the call till someone said her name, which spooked her, but she relaxed when she saw it was just Ethan. Y/N quickly hit the decline button and put her phone back down onto her bag. “Who was calling you?” Ethan asked her in a curious tone. “Oh, um it was my mom.” Y/N answered with a lie. “I’m guessing she’s trying to talk to you again?” Ethan said as he leaned his shoulder on the tree.

Ethan is the one that knows the most about the shit she goes through with her mom. When Y/N first met Ethan the thing they bonded together the most was the situation with their parents. Ethan lost his mom about five years ago, so he knows how it feels to lose a parent. Ethan has only confessed to her that he has issues with his father so right when he turned eighteen, he cut off all contact. He didn’t go into much detail which Y/N didn’t mind or pry at him to tell her more. He told her that she’s the only one that knows. He doesn’t like talking about it which of course, Y/N relates to. So, does Sam but Ethan is closer to Y/N than Sam.

“She wanted to know if we could do something tonight, but I told her that I already have plans.” Y/N told him. “So, you are coming to the Halloween party tonight.” Ethan said with a smile as he took off his bag and sat down next to her. Y/N’s heart fluttered when he smiled at her. That damn smile gets her every damn time. His smile was her favorite thing about him. “Yeah, Mindy and Anika talked me into going.” Y/N said as she fiddled with her fingers. She hates how nervous she gets when she’s around him. They have known each other for six months and see each other every single day. When will the nervousness finally go away?

“Chad talked me into going.” Ethan told her. “He said he’s going to get me to hook up with a girl.” He added which did make Y/N’s heart hurt a little bit. Of course, Chad has no clue that she has something for his curly-haired roommate. Chad can be really oblivious which to be honest what boy isn’t. Sometimes Y/N thinks that Ethan feels the same way about her but that voice in the back of her head tells her otherwise.

“What costume are you wearing?” Ethan asked her in a curious tone. “Costume?” Y/N asked him as she looked at him with a confused look. “It’s a costume party.” Ethan told her. “Seriously! It would’ve been nice if Mindy or Anika told me.” Y/N said with frustration in her tone. But then again it is Halloween so she shouldn’t be that shocked but of course she still thinks they should’ve given her a heads up about it. “I guess I’ll have to pull something out of my ass.” she added with another sigh.

This day is just full of surprises.

“I’m sure whatever you wear will be better than my costume.” Ethan said as he looked down at the grass. “Why? What are you going as?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Well, Chad decided to tell me that I needed a costume for the party last night, so I stayed up all night last night making something out of cardboard and a lot of tape.” Ethan answered still not looking at her gaze. “Can I see it?” Y/N asked him which made him look back up at her. “It looks stupid.” Ethan told her. “I bet it doesn’t.” she said with soft eyes trying to reassure him. Ethan just shook his head no. “Please Ethan! I can’t wait until the party.” Y/N said in a pleading tone giving him the puppy dog eyes which always work on him. “Okay, fine.” Ethan said in defeat. “Let’s go to my apartment.” Ethan added as he stood up from the ground. “Yes!” Y/N said as she started to put all her stuff into her bookbag.

She also put the pile of crumbled up pieces of paper in her bag as well. She got on her knees so she could put her phone in her back pocket. When she looked back up at him, he had his hand out towards her to take. She smiled as she put her hand in his. Right when their hands met, they both felt sparks shoot up their bodies. Ethan helped her up from the grass. “Thanks.” She said with a warm smile on her face. “You’re welcome.” He said, returning the smile. Y/N had to let go of his hand to pick up her bag and wrap it around her back.

When she let go of his hand the spark, she felt quickly went away which made her sad. It’s cheesy but when she’s around Ethan she feels things that she has never felt before. Yes, she has had a couple of boyfriends in high school but none of those boys made her feel the things she feels about Ethan.

As they walked to the apartment, they would make small talk but when it was silent it wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. When they walked down the sidewalk with a lot of people her hand would brush against his which would make the butterflies in her stomach go into a complete frenzy. Y/N followed him inside a familiar apartment building and up the steps. Ethan led her all the way to third floor and to the door of his and Chad’s apartment. Y/N watched him take his keys out from the front pocket of his jeans. He unlocked the door and opened the door. He let her go in first like he always does. He followed right behind her and shut the door.

“Where is it?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone as she took off her bag and tossed it onto the couch. “It’s in my room.” Ethan answered her dropping his book bag down onto the floor. “Please promise me that you won’t laugh at it.” Ethan said to her with pleading eyes. “I promise.” Y/N said reassuring him. “Okay, I’ll go get it.” Ethan said and walked to his bedroom.

Y/N sat down on the couch next to her bag and took out her phone to send a text to Mindy about not telling her that she needed to wear a costume to the party. After she hit the send button Ethan came back into the room holding a cardboard vest in one hand and a cardboard helmet in the other. Both items were covered in a lot of tape. “Wow, that looks um great.” Y/N told him with a small smile. She didn’t really know what to say. It wasn’t horrible but it wasn’t great. “Y/N, I know that you’re lying.” Ethan said with a stern look in his brown eyes. “No, I’m not.” Y/N said as she stood up.

“I just um, what is it supposed to be?” she asked as she walked closer to him. “A knight.” Ethan answered looking at the helmet then back at her. “Right a knight!” Y/N said with a snap of her fingers. “That’s what I thought it was.” She added but again he saw right through her lie. “Yeah, right.” Ethan hissed, tossing the trashy costume on the chair behind him. “Ethan, no I think it’s cool.” Y/N said trying to convince him that it's not a horrible costume. “Y/N, I know that you are just trying to make me feel better for making such a shitty costume.” Ethan told her with frustration in his tone. “It’s not a shitty costume.” She told him. “When you wear that tonight, those girls are going to be all over you.” she added, looking up into his big brown eyes. “Really?” He asked looking in her Y/E/C.

As they stared deep into each other’s eyes they started to lean in but before their lips could touch the front door swung open. “Hey- woah.” Chad said as he walked into the apartment. “What’s going on in here?” Chad asked as his lips curved into a smirk. “Nothing!” Y/N said quickly taking a step back from Ethan who was just staring down at the floor. Y/N and Ethan’s cheeks were as red as an apple. “Yeah, I was just showing Y/N my costume for tonight.” Ethan said, trying to hide the nervousness in his tone but it didn’t work. “Yeah, okay.” Chad said knowing something was about to happen between the two of them.

“Anyways.” Y/N said as she turned around to grab her bag off the couch. “I got to get back to my apartment, so I’ll see you two at the party.” Y/N said putting one of the straps on her shoulder. “See ya.” Ethan said looking at her with a smile that just melted her heart. Y/N shot him a smile back and walked out of the apartment.

She knew that Chad was going to tell Mindy about what he just walked into. If Chad didn’t know about her crush on Ethan, he definitely knows now. She’s going to hear about this all-fucking night!

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@sweetirilly @aqellano @igotmajordaddyissues @athenalive @hotweeb @ghostlyboiii

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dross-the-fish · 9 months

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Someone recommended Lore Olympus to me. I’ve only heard about it from 2 sources, them and you. They gave the positive. I’d like to hear the negative. What’s your beef with it?

It's a long list, I have a lot of beef.

A friend recommended it to me and I gave some of it a read. I was put off by the art style, particularly since the protagonist is supposedly plus sized but aside from being curvy with big tits in some panels I would never have guessed this was meant to be anything other than a conventionally attractive character.

I really don't like the depiction of Persephone, she comes off as being creepily young and naive and the narrative tries to play that up like it's charming. The vibe I get off of her is "sexy baby who needs a father figure to guide and protect her" until she randomly has to do something badass and then she gets all red-eyed and starts kicking ass and it feels like it comes totally out of left field.

Her relationship with Hades is so incredibly tedious, they have zero chemistry and he's so much older than her and more obviously experienced with everything that it's legitimately exhausting to imagine myself in his shoes being a grown man with a full time career teaching some barely out of high-school kid how navigate the world, giving her a job at my corporation, and essentially have her be dependent on me while I'm struggling with my own toxic failing relationship. What is the appeal of Persephone as a love interest here? That she's nice? That's really all there is to her for the most part, that she's "nice" and "cute" which isn't really enough to make someone attractive as a potential partner.

I can understand maybe wanting to help some kid get on her feet after spending her life in a Mormon cult but nothing about that kid would ever read as "Wife material" at least not to me or any other adult over 25.

The dynamic between Hades and Persephone is just weird. She's an incredibly sheltered 19 year old who's never had ANY life experience or social interaction outside of a small circle approved by her mother and he's ancient but physically equivalent to being in his 40's and a ceo or something who's already in a relationship with a female character who was clearly written just to make Persephone look better by comparison.

While we're on it let's talk about Hade's first partner. An unlikable piece of crap named Minthe who has some clear mental traumas and insecurities that the plot never handles because asking the writer to to give these characters depth or dimension is like asking a chimp to write a symphony and that just ain't happening. Yeah, Minthe who is a nymph and part of the lower class, also employed by Hades and completely financially dependent on him. She is abusive and manipulative and any time we might feel like we can sympathize with her because Hades is practically cheating on her the writers make sure to make her do something that depicts her as being as unlikable as possible. Can't have Persephone willingly be a homewrecker or competitive that might make her INTERESTING! We can't have her be interesting! It makes her less "Cute" and "wuvable" *barf*

There's also a couple of instances of SA and they aren't handled well at all. It's mostly played for drama and only comes up if we need the characters to be sad.

Then there's the art

oh boy the art....

Look I know my own art is pretty rough and not the most consistent but LO is just too much for me.

Sometimes Persephone's face is drawn in a way that makes her look almost like a little girl and she's frequently in skimpy clothing or in suggestive poses, even when nothing in the story calls for that. If you're going to make her look provocative maybe don't make her face so punchable and insipid looking.

You can write this off as my personal bias. I loathe characters who are designed to look as "uwu baby" as possible. Unless it's specifically for a joke or something...

This is a bit of a nit pick but I have no idea how tall she or Hades are supposed to be.

In this panel She can barely see over the counter here for some reason and she's frequently drawn as being roughly around elbow height with him,

Just to illustrate how ridiculous of a height difference that is for two adults to have that's close to the height disparity between Edward Hyde and Adam Frankenstein. Unless Hades is between 7-8 feet tall there is no reason to draw your 19 year old character that much shorter than him.

Idk I didn't read all of it so I don't know if it gets better or if the characters improve but I found it to be a shallow experience that clearly I'm not the target audience for. Check it out and see what you think for yourself but there's my beef with it.

#lo critical

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sailorspazz · 7 months

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Inouesatoh Exhibition 2023

In the summer of 2019, Vanilla Gallery in Tokyo hosted an exhibition for Inouesatoh featuring her 10 Dance art. In July 2023, they announced they would be running a second exhibition from September 7th to the 24th, this time additionally including her works from before 10 Dance, serving to also celebrate the 20th anniversary of her manga career. In addition, there would be new 10 Dance goods for sale, as well as some merch from earlier events. After attending the amazing Real 10 Dance event in February 2023, surely I couldn't justify going to Japan twice in one year for 10 Dance related things, could I...? Well, spoiler alert, I did, so below the cut you'll find my report on attending this special exhibition!

After a rather long trip that included a one-hour technical delay of my first flight and a three-hour weather delay of my second flight due to a typhoon going through Tokyo, I made it to Japan on the evening of September 8th, with my exhibition ticket set for entry at noon on the 9th. After doing various things in the morning such as getting a nice bowl of fresh seafood at Tsukiji, walking around the Hama Rikyu gardens, and stopping by the large Uniqlo in Ginza (where I ended up buying a Magic Knight Rayearth shirt, one of my old fandoms from the 90s lol), I arrived at Vanilla Gallery about 10 minutes before noon, where I saw several other people lined up on the sidewalk. Once the doors opened, we were led down a couple flights of stairs, where the above poster was displayed on one of the landings. Then, after getting to the bottom of the stairs, there were two different rooms labeled A and B. The left side was A, which contained all of the 10 Dance pieces as well as the merch selling area, and the right side was B, which featured Inouesatoh's older works, as well as displays of 10 Dance art reproductions that were available for pre-order. Everyone headed into the A side first, where all of the walls featured either original drafts (for chapter 31 and earlier) or large digital copies (for chapter 32 onward) of manga pages, plus various illustrations such as volume covers and special colored pages. For the earlier chapters you could see things such as white out, corrections, and notes about which screentones should be used. For the later, digitally created chapters, the pages looked mostly the same as how they were printed, except some were larger and showed bits from the edges of pages that were originally cut off and hence not fully drawn in detail or screentoned. There were over 100 pieces on display in total; some of the scenes featured included chapter 11's flirting practice, chapter 15's subway makeout session, the entire farewell dance sequence from chapter 33, and Suzuki and Norman's *ahem* "arrangement" from chapter 38.

The absolute "wow" piece was the new artwork created specifically for this exhibition, featuring Suzuki being a devil and angel simultaneously (and Sugiki indulging people who are into feet lol). I had seen some pics of it on Twitter, but it still surprised me with how impressive (and big!) it was in person. It was the only piece that pictures were allowed to be taken of, so here're the shots I took (due to the lighting, I couldn't really get a shot without reflections, unfortunately):

I'm absolutely o b s e s s e d with their expressions.

For a sense of scale, here's a picture Inouesatoh and Teacher shared on Twitter:

In the middle of the room, there was a set-up that included a map of the Ginza area that showed locations used in the series (including their route to Tokyo station from chapter 33), a chair that included an artfully draped dance tuxedo, four sketches of merchandise ideas (one that was used for the stand, one that turned into the angel/devil piece, one that she colored and shared on Twitter before we even knew about the exhibition, and a fourth that hasn't yet been used anywhere, but I hope it will be since it shows a really cool and dynamic pose), several flower arrangements celebrating the exhibition/Inoue's 20th anniversary as a manga artist/her birthday (September 10th), and a guestbook for fans to leave messages. I was wary of writing anything at first, since I don't ever practice hand-writing Japanese, so I know my penmanship is sloppy and I have a hard time writing kanji from memory (I tried turning to my phone for assistance, but alas did not have a wifi connection in that underground level). But I thought I should still try anyway, so I just wrote a short and simple message congratulating her on the exhibition, saying that I'd come from America to see it and it was great.

Here's an image that Vanilla Gallery shared on Twitter that gives a good view of the center and a partial wall:

I then headed over to the B room, where Inouesatoh's earlier works from 2003 to 2011 were featured. Many of the pages included sex scenes, which somewhat amusingly had bits of black tape covering the naughty bits (I saw a fan note on Twitter that if you looked at them from a slanted angle you could totally see under the tape lol). One of the walls also had information about the signed reproductions that could be pre-ordered for delivery in mid-December. This is an image from the online sales afterward showing the options and prices:

I didn't place an order at the venue because I wasn't sure if they would deliver outside of Japan, and didn't know if my friends who live there would be available to receive the artwork in that timeframe. Instead, I waited until afterward and placed a proxy order for the new piece through Buyee.

There were other items available to purchase on site, so I indulged myself in a bunch of merch! On my first trip to the register, I picked up the tote bag, washi tape, art books for both this exhibition and the previous one, the acrylic stand, two blind pack keychains, and six blind pack art cards. The art cards included five regular designs and one rare special (the new angel/devil piece), and I hoped I could get all of them in one go. I tried to quietly open the packs to see if I'd gotten lucky, and while I did get all of the regular designs, no special was among them. So I bought a second round of six cards, plus two more keychains just because. Again I checked to see if I had gotten the one I wanted, but all I had was doubles/triples of the five regular designs. So I gave it one more shot, six more cards, and again ended up with duplicates. At that point, I figured I shouldn't let myself keep gambling since I'd probably just get more and more duplicates of the ones I already had, so I sadly accepted my fate lol. At least there's a beautiful print of the new art piece in the catalog book for me to stare at (plus the signed version that'll be coming my way in December!)

After the event ended, they started selling the exhibition catalog and acrylic stand online, which can be found here. Also available is a separate catalog featuring her pre-10 Dance works (assuming the split is because her earlier series are owned by a different publisher). That book is sold here.

Though I had wanted to visit some more of the sites used in the series that I didn't get to see on my previous visit (when I had been racing against the clock as it got dark), ultimately I didn't end up having time to go on a full pilgrimage. However, on my last day just before heading to the airport, I wanted to at least visit one of the most important series locations and take a few photos with the adorable acrylic stand. So here I present to you, the Shinyas having a date in their favorite park!

Overall, it was a short but fun trip! I'm glad I was able to go to this exhibition, to see the original drafts in person and admire the craft that went into them. Also to feed my need for merch; I'm so happy to indulge in a more direct form of support than the secondhand goods I've bought before. I hope that this event was considered a success and let Inouesatoh feel the love and encouragement from her fans, inspiring her to keep pushing onward in her now two-decade career in manga!

#10 dance #10dance

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andiwriteordie · 1 year

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The end of the year is near! Give a shoutout to your favorite blogs and tag them to spread positivity before the year ends!

oh my god can i just slap half of byler tumblr onto here? probably not which is Dumb bc there are so many wonderful people in this community whom i am sending all my love and virtual hugs and tissues to (sorry i made you cry this year).

anyways umm category 5 emotional event incoming:

@astrobei my suni astrobei, my dear beloved, sweet unofficial little sister. you are so talented. so smart. so funny. so kind. and just one of the best people to grace this website. i love how grounded you are, how you make people feel so at ease to talk to you, how humble you are for being one of The Byler Writers Ever, how everybody just is so drawn to you because you are genuine and kind and supportive always. the byler community is so lucky to have you in it, but more importantly (sorry guys this is about me <3), i'm lucky to have you in my life bc you're amazing!!! ilysm!!!!

@wiseatom thea wiseatom, my sweet thea mouse with her bindle oh my GOD, where do i even begin? thea, truly you are one of the absolute best people here, and there is something to be said about how much you love your friends and how caring and gracious and wonderful you are. not to mention you might just be the funniest person i know, like pls i cannot count how many times you've made me laugh. also. i am still NOT OVER i'm caught up in you and i am frothing at the mouth waiting for exes fic because i know it's gonna wreck me in the best way possible, and i just think you're the bestest person ever that's it! <3 ily!!!!

@bookinit02 HAVENNNNNNNNNN. oh my god, you were one of my first friends here, and i remember being so so like nervous and thinking "i hope she doesn't think i'm weird or like bothering her by talking to her!" but i am SO GLAD we became friends because you are just literally one of my dearest friends here, and even if we don't talk super often, i am so so grateful for you and for how funny and kind and thoughtful you are!!! your fics kill me every time. shed scene you will always be famous. duffer brothers get out of the way, just let haven bookinit write the damn show already.

@messrsbyler nic? aka my personal pain in the ass? the demon on my shoulder? ugh god if i say anything nice about you, i feel like i'm going to be sentencing myself to 7 more years in hell with you. can't believe god decided "let's ruin the world and send andi into it," then got bored and said, "let's ruin it some more and send nic into it" a few days later. ok fine i'm done being not nice, stg don't make me regret this. nic, your brain holy shit. the way you understand characters (MIKE) and think of things to share with this community? dear god we're all suffering (in the best way) for it. not to mention i guess you're a nice friend. supportive and stuff. really nice. funny even if you annoy me. stuff like that. can't believe we decided to go feral over atla and now we're stuck in hell together.

@livsmessydoodles LIV LIV LIV MY SUNSHINE SWEET BELOVED LIV!!!!! oh my god, you are the best. literally so talented and so kind and so funny and so encouraging and also just so badass? like ok i'm not on twt anymore (rip to that hellhole) but the way you would so easily fire back at those people who tried to attack you asg jdle l HELP? but then like. you are also just the sweetest and friendliest person ever, and i??? i'm obsessed with you. your art makes me so emotional, and i cry ok. also thanks for putting up with me kicking your door down with sad byler thoughts. love you so so much.

@kidovna bhavna. ok. words cannot describe how much i adore you. you are literally one of the most talented people i have ever met in my life, so much so that i gush to my irl friends and family about your artwork and how cool i think you are. but more than that, you are truly just one of the most encouraging and most humble and one of the kindest people in our little byler fandom! i love how i constantly see you cheering others on and how i see you working with others and putting things together that make the community so excited (spider-will my beloved, thank you and every person who made this possible). your art never fails to make me smile and feel things, and i am sooooo lucky and grateful i get to call you my dear friend!

@elekinetic this is my official petition to put ella elekinetic in charge of stranger things 5. because hello. screenwriting. holy shit? holy shit. holyyyyy shit. ella, you are truly one of the most talented people i know, and usually, i read incredibly quickly because that's my default, but when i read your scripts i always take them so slow. i am like holding my breath in anticipation, feeling every single emotion, and i swear to you it's like i'm watching the show. and then on top of that you're just? one of the nicest people ever? literally i'm obsessed with you. thanks for coming to my tedtalk on why ella is the best.

@strangeswift abby abby abby abby!!!!! my stranger things x taylor swift partner in crime, you are THE BEST. god one of the highlights of the last few weeks of this year has been getting to know you because you're just such a joy to be around and to talk to. you have THE BEST takes on byler and on taylor swift, and i love how unabashedly nerdy i can be about this with you. also, i constantly see you on the tag just encouraging other people within this community, and look, i think that's really just such a special thing and is a testament to what an amazing person you are.

@toystoryfan TOY OH MY GOD. petition to make toy The Byler of the year please? because there is nobody i see lifting people up, making people smile, and brightening others' days like toy does. you are one of the most thoughtful and kind people i know. there is just a warmth and positivity to you that is SO wonderful, and it never fails to make me smile. i am hereby naming you sunshine incarnate and naming myself sunshine protector bc if anyone ever is mean to you, i'll end them.

@eightieslesbian MADDYYYYYYY. okay maddy, literally like i said with abby, one of the highlights of the last couple weeks of this year has been getting to chat with you and getting to know you!!! you are literally one of the sweetest people ever and also HELLO GIFSETS? THE GIFSET MAKER? OKAY. YEAH. THE COOLEST. plus our love for merlin has been resurrected (unlike arthur pendragon oof), and i love that for us. you always brighten my day whenever i see you around the tag, and i'm SO GLAD WE'RE FRIENDS <3

@smoosnoom MOON!!!!! a byler god among humans. the quality of fics that you put out is just absolutely outstanding? like i swear you don't miss, and i so appreciate how much thought and love and intention you put into your writing!!! literally top tier writing. and on top of that, you're incredibly sweet and so positive, so big win for the byler community that we have moon in it!!

@rotisserie5107 RORI!!!!!! rori oh my god, it's you and toy i swear. first off, you never fail to make me giggle when i see your tags or your comments because i swear you have the funniest commentary. rori comments are some of my favorite comments. i love how easygoing and friendly and funny you are and how easily you just vibe with everyone here? you're also SUCH an incredibly supportive and kind person, which makes this fandom an even better place. i return to work this week and i will be listening to ethel cain soon, so i will return to you with thoughts and feelings. 🫡

@wibble-wobbegong WIBBLE. ok i'm glad this ask came around bc i have been meaning to just stumble over into your asks and say this, but i'll do it here. wibble, first off, you're SO incredibly smart and do SUCH a wonderful job at analyzing the show and all its nuances. like bless you and your ministry. but second off, more than that (and not that the show and the fandom isn't important, but look there's also more to life than stranger things lmao), i can say without a doubt that you are truly one of the kindest people in the byler community. you always come across as so humble and so welcoming and so kind, which i think is often lacking (because it is the internet lmao), so it's always such a breath of fresh air to see you on my dash! also legit one of the funniest people ever ok?!!

god okay. that was so many people, and i could go on and on and on (and i have half a mind to just reblog this and add more people to it) because there are so so so so many people not on this list that i could gush about... but i'm hungry and probably need to go eat something since i skipped dinner last night. so that's it, thanks for making my 2022 brighter!!!

#andi's asks #you guys never ask someone whose top language is words of affirmation #and who literally cannot stop talking #to say nice things about her friends #because i will never ever EVER shut up #i kept going and being like and and and oh no SHIT I HAVE MORE TO SAY

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seawing-vibes · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYPONY ! ! Here’s some art summary thangs <3 ! Template is by Mintcokev on DeviantArt !! I did one of full pieces and one of Sillay Doodles

Explanations of every piece & stuff is below read the readmore ! + links to the full work if its posed online !

First Template:

January -> This Sora Piece ! I am honestly still super proud of how it turned out , it was fun to work on and looking at it still gives me that nice vibe I was in while drawing it

February -> This headshot of my OC Elk! I developed and expanded on her story this year and did some headshots for their TH, still super proud of how the shading came out here ,,

March -> lmao nothin , not sure what happened in March but I dont have anything there aside from sillay Doodles

April -> This design of Blaze! One of my fav designs I’ve done recently .. shes just so sillay To Me

May -> This piece of my friend and I’s cat ocs ! Stickpaw & Frostclaw, two silly fellas <3 something possessed me here I’ve never drawn a kibby this well since and Im still super proud of this

June -> This reference of my oc Dee!!!! ITS DEE ! ! EVERYONE SAY HI TO DEE <3 ! ! ! ! ! I was so happy to finally give her a proper ref , shes one of my favorite ocs of all time and this came out so well , it looks so much like her!!!!

July -> This artfight attack! This piece was honestly just a blast to work on, the background and frame design and expression were all fun to illustrate

August -> These refs of my lomp ocs! Lomps are fictional guys made by my good friend and August was just the Month for them. These guys are (bottom to top) Fizz, Roe, and Skipper! They’re . Normal <3

September -> This piece of my fursona Kenny ! ! Just a fun piece to work on again, the colors came together way better than I thought they would

October -> This piece of my oc Houndcall! They’re feeling normal about their leader being possessed! This was like a weird experimental painted piece and ou .. I really loved working on it I wanna do more things with that method

November -> Not posed online! Surprisingly, this is a wip of a self-portrait I’m doing for class! Fathead Minnows and Rainbow Trout !! This canvas is massive (taller than me ,, which aint much but still!!) and I’ve been cracking at it for a while but hammered out the details of the trout in November so! It’s acrylic but I really wish I could’ve done oil instead .. acrylic dont blend well

December -> The final fella ! My idiot son ! Also not posed online , this is a linocut printed on hand-made paper! Fun fact, I make my own paper and my own Lino cuts as my main medium, I just cant afford the proper transfer ink, but I got some from school to use so ! My idiot dragon linocut son was born ! I hate him because he wont print proper but this piece ended up working out. Its lino-ink on handmade paper with red micron pen over it

Second Template:

January -> DNA Helicase

February -> Valentine’s Day Gift <3 !

March -> Not (publicly) posted online doodle of my epic oc Anton Bayheart giving his grandson a thumbs up :)

April -> Not (publicly) posted doodles of my ocs Sebastian (left) and Dee (right) (you saw her ref earlier <33) having a normal convo !

May -> A shot from This video of my friends ocs … the one depicted is Quickpaw <3

June -> Not posted doodle of Breezewhipser giving Rippletooth some good advice (it was not good advice) (ripple just learns hes aro)

July -> Not (publicly) posed doodle of my Oc’s Garret (BALD) and Benny (TIRED) . Also just two normal guys (they’re divorced) (and obsessed with eachother)

August -> This doodle of my ocs Savi & Skipper (Skip’s ref is in August first template <3) . Music taste

September -> a small part of this cat sketch page ! Beetlekit getting bullied by his cousins

October -> This doodle of Skipper . I appreciate him

November -> I dont know where this came from actually. Its my friends oc’s Redstone and Bumblebuzz staring kitty-like at my oc Specklestep (she is married to Red and Bumble is their daughter)

December -> Doodle of Tide from this whiteboard ! !

Have a great new year everyone ! ! ! Thanks for reading through all that if you did lmao

#Its new years in Germany so uh . hiiii ! ! ! happy ‘24 !!! thank you to everyone whos been fallowing me despite the lack of art !! ! im #super greatful to have met and interacted with so many amazing artists and people through this account ! ! ! !! hope everyone has a lovely #new year ! !#HAPPY YEAR OF THE DRAGON RAHHHHH #tideart

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TIMING: April 1st LOCATION: The Crypt of Annalise (aka Nora’s Home) PARTIES: Alan @alan-duarte &Nora @honeysmokedham SUMMARY: Happy 20th Birthday Nora! CONTENT WARNINGS: none

Today was a special day. Nora had gone dumpster diving specially for it. There was a local bakery that threw out all of its day-old goodies and Nora was up bright and early to snag the goods before anyone else. Excellent. The crypt Nora called home was haphazardly decorated. Hand drawn posters and streamers were messily tapped to the marble walls. Babadook even showed up in a party hat Nora crafted for him out of some old chip bags. Now all of this might seem like a lot, but Nora had even taken care to clean up the crypt to make a nice space in the middle. Since Nora never had guests she generally left her sleeping bag spread out, her art supplies all over the place and the backpack that held everything she owned in the world turned out in a pile of clutter. Today, she tidied it all up to make a presentable party place.

“Are you ready Babs?” Nora asked, slipping into a cross legged sitting position. In front of her was an assortment of pilfered pastries. A few of the ghosts friends Nora had made slipped in through the walls and ceiling. “Happy birthday to me,” Her monotone voice wasn’t very good at singing but Babadook really carried the song with his mournful howling. The ghost chorus really tied the rest of it together. “Happy birthday to me.” She wasn’t sure if she was really happy it was her birthday, if she was being honest. “Happy birthday dear me.” But in this lifetime she would only turn twenty once. “Happy birthday to me.”

Ah, what a sunny, beautiful Saturday this was. Alan had plans to get to the aerodrome later today, enjoy the fair weather from above, but before he got to it, the man had made it his mission to find the young girl who had stolen his meal and hadn't even had the decency to apologize when he had generously offered to pay for these few words of repentance. He hadn't asked for the Moon, and in exchange, had found himself confronted by a cheeky girl with no manners or sense of decency.

She probably didn't expect him to be able to track her down so easily : the girl exuded a disgusting stench, and he could have done it with his eyes closed.

Alan wanted an apology, and he would have an apology. He had also brought in a bag some provisions, because although he was a perfect asshole, his reputation was that of someone generous for those who had not heard of his greed, and he intended to prove her absolutely wrong. Never mind if his generosity was only there to prove he was right. Anyway, that's what he liked to pretend. It was better than admitting he gave a fuck.

At the insistance of Analise herself, the owner of the body whose final resting place was the crypt, Nora constructed herself a party hat out of trash. “No party is ever complete without the birthday girl being special.” The ghost had told her, hovering close and smiling. Nora didn’t know what made this birthday special. It marked the two year anniversary of running away from everything she ever knew and setting up a life for herself. A life away from money, people and most of all a social media account with a lot of followers. For whatever reason Nora had made a new social media for the town itself. She figured she’d use it to troll people and figure out where she could get her next meals. What it was, was never that serious.

Nora was about to take a bite of her pastries when Annalise stopped her again. “You didn’t blow out the candles dear. You sang a song but you didn’t light the candles and blow them out.” It wsa true because Nora had realized she didn’t have a lighter. How was she going to light the candles without a lighter. In the moment Nora decided she didn’t want to fight Annalise on that. So she cracked open the stolen candles and started spelling out ‘Happy Birthday Nora’ on all the make shift pastries. Honestly? It looked like a mess.

Her scent took him toward the cemetery, and though Alan wasn’t one too easily spooked, he heard enough stories about those places, the same sorts of stories he didn’t believe about the woods until he got bitten and thought for certain he was going to die. Ever since that day, he had made the choice to take those tales a lot more seriously.

“Of course you’d live in a fucking crypt,” with a roll of his eyes, Alan stuck one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto the grocery bag. He had traded his suit with something more suited to hunting down a demon dressed as a smelly child : a comfortable merino blend sweater and a pair of cotton trousers that allowed more movement than slacks.

Falling quiet as he thought he’d heard something, the familiar words of the Happy Birthday song reached his ears. It wasn’t the best cover of it he’d heard, perhaps because the voice singing it grated his ears already, and, as he pushed the door to the crypt, Alan, quite frankly, told himself he had never seen something so sad and pathetic than that time he had the misfortune to run into Ben Shapiro while on vacation on the west coast.

“See, I told you you could use the ten dollars,” he pointed out, leaning his weight against the doorway.

Nora had grown too complacent. She should have been paying attention. Or at the very least she should have had some ghosts friends paying attention. A collective ‘Ooo she’s in trouble.’ threaded its way through the ghost chorus as Nora leaped up, whipping around to face the door. It was that man from the other day. The man who’s sandwich she’d taken and then had the nerve to ask her for an apology. “What are you doing here?” Anger seethed under her monotone voice. Her face did a good job keeping her placid expression. “You’re not welcome here.” A hand jumped to trash party hat at the top of her head and tossed it to the ground.

Behind Nora, Babadook raised his hackles. The yeth hound’s tentacles moved towards the intruder. There was something embarrassing being caught throwing herself a small birthday party. But what did she have to be embarrassed about? This was the life that she had chosen for herself. The one she had wanted away from everyone. Just her and her dog. “Get out. I don’t need your fucking ten dollars.” Nora’s hands clenched into fists.

"Well, perhaps you should have thought about that when you decided to be extremely rude to me," he pointed out. Alan's eyes darted toward her hands, expecting her to throw something his way, although it was all the more devastating to instead watch her throw her crafty hat to the floor, so much that he kept to himself how he had managed to follow her trail. The man's eyebrows furrowed and he decided to ignore her protest. "I'm pretty sure neither of us are supposed to be in here," he didn't glance toward the tombstone, keeping his eyes on her instead.

Upset people could be unstable, and Alan didn't plan for anyone to get hurt.

"Maybe you don't, but I need an apology," he raised his hand, shaking the brown paper bag he held. "And I suppose you can do it for free. Consider this a birthday present," ha, well that was just him being incredibly lucky, wasn't it? What were the odds? “How does that sound?”

He had tracked her down to demand an apology while trying to shove his pity upon her. Something broke in Nora as she saw that brown paper bag swinging there. “Get out.” Her voice was soft, tight with anger. “Get out.” The monotone was beginning to unravel revealing nothing but adolescent rage. “GET OUT.” This was the loudest her voice had been in years, it trembled with the effort. “GET. OUT.” Her hadn was out stretched pointing towards the door. “GET! OUT!”

The fury took over. The bear came out. Her good pair of clothes ripped as white fur sprouted over her body. Her face elongated. Her hands turned into paws with claws. My Nora, what big teeth you have. All the better to eat the mothefucker who broke into her home, she thought to herself. The bear stood there. A part of herself felt disgust that she shifted that easily. A disgusting disgrace of a creature who couldn’t control her state of being. The ghosts swarmed closer, watching this drama with interest. It had to be the most interesting thing they’d seen in years. Babadook joined in the bear’s yoddeling with his own mournful howl. It was becoming a very loud cacophony of noise.

What this man hadn’t known before entering this crypt was he was following a monster and she wold make him shit his pants, pee himself and cry for his mother. Nora started to barrel towards him. She had no intent on actually running into him. She just wanted him to start running.

The screaming made him quietly reflect on the difficulties he had faced with his first husband when they'd tried to adopt. Was this the sound of good life choices Alan was hearing here? This was not the sort of volume he would have tolerated in his home.

“Alright, there’s no need to fuss,” he began, holding his hands up and slowly lowering himself to set his ‘present’ on the floor : shampoo and a bar of soap, a box of wipes and enough granola bars for a few days. But while he did so, a set of worrying sounds started to echo in the thick walls of the crypt. What the fuck. His eyes darted toward her pet, who had to be perhaps the ugliest thing he had ever seen in his life, right after Ben Shapiro, once again. “You’re fu-'' Of course he’d have to run into someone who was just like him. And a bear. Not just like him then. But pretty damn close, right?

Eyes wide, he took a cautious step back, but as she started to barrel his way, Alan figured he’d defend himself in the only way available to him now. He didn’t register yet that she didn’t make much of a fuss over her limbs, her flesh, every part of her rearranging themselves in a new way. Alan never was so quiet when he turned, and as the man turned to wolf, his cries matched her angered words of rejection.

The scent of fear coming off of the man was gratifying. He smelt like the home she’d left behind; expensive cologne and soap mixed in with his delicious fear. It was reminiscent of everything she’d left behind. Nostalgia pinged inside her mixing in with the rage and disgust Nora felt for herself. However, missing her fathers wasn't going to make her stop. It wasn't enough to soothe the sea of anger that raged through her. All it did was make her hate him more for reminding her of the choices she'd made.

What did make her pause were his cries. Before Nora's eyes, he went from a human into a wolf. Just like her. Well, obviously not just like her. He was a wolf, and she was some sort of sad excuse for a polar bear. Nora skidded to a halt. Emotion drained from her in that instance, leaving behind nothing but wonder.

The bear must have stood there staring for at least five minutes. Someone like her. In her twenty years of existence that had never happened before. The bear shed away. Mass shed away leaving behind Nora. Small, naked, shivering. Most of all transfixed. She reached out with a trembling hand to touch the wolf. "What are you." Her voice was back to its monotone. Every bit of anger she'd just held had fled just like that. This discovery was so life-changing that she couldn't even remember what she had been angry about.

A low growl escaped from the werewolf's jaw as he stared her down. Terrified as he might have been with the sight of her, Alan felt a large urge to stand his ground and try not to let it show. Lips drawn, the wolf snarled, a constant sound locked in his chest as he remained bolted on his forepaws, his thick grey fur bristling as if to threaten her to step back.

Unnerving as it might have been, to stand still in front of such a terrifying creature, Alan let out a sigh of relief as the girl shrank back to her petite form, and didn’t dare move at all as she approached him. Pushing his snout against her palm, Alan lowered his head at last, and having well realized that he would have to get back home completely naked (did he have at least a coat in his car? He knew he had rubber boots for muddy lots…), began the painful process of shifting back to his human self, but not before cowering in a corner if only not to flash a child with his lack of modesty.

“I should return the question to you,” he pointed out, holding up a piece of stinky polyester (fucking kill him already) against his chest. With furrowed brows he looked her in the eyes and sighed. “You’ve heard of us. Werewolves,” he sighed.

“Werewolves are real.” It was a statement and a question all at once. Unlike the modest Alan making efforts to cover himself up, Nora seemed completely unaware to the nudity of the situation. Instead she stood there in wonder. She wasn’t the only monster in the world. Werewolves were real. Did that make her a werebear? “I’m a werebear.” Nora decided in that moment. “I think. I don’t actually know.” I never met anyone like me. She couldn’t get herself to say the words out loud.

Babadook came up to Nora offering her a large shirt clenched in his mouth. Nora, finally noticing, put it on. “You’re a werewolf.” Nora repeated. She seemed more stunned then anything. “How did you find out you were a werewolf?” The word kept tumbling out of her mouth. Despite her voice returning to its natural monotone, excitement was racing through her body. Werewolf. Werebear. “Do you know other wereb-” She stopped herself, switching words midsentence. “werewolves”

"Well, I am real," he confirmed with a slight grimace. He sure wished sometimes he never got bit. That had cost him his first marriage and it certainly had changed him, that sort of raw power. Amused by her attempt to come up with a name for her condition, Alan pursed his lips to keep that smile off his face, eyes avoiding her sight now. This being said, he couldn't have come up with a better name himself anyway.

"I am a werewolf," he nodded. That was his second time admitting to it in a minute, but he guessed that was shock speaking on her side (which was off coming from a bear child). "The hard way, I suppose." It was a full moon on a winter night, and Alan had barely managed to park on the side of the road when it finally kicked in. He'd woken up absolutely naked in the middle of the woods. Absolutely fantastic. Rubbing at his shoulder, where he kept the stigma from the bite, Alan shook his head as she asked of other werewolves. He had known some, but they had vanished, probably killed by hunters. "You'll need to be careful who you show your ... bear to. Some people don't mean you good."

"Werewolf." She repeated the word one more time. It was…Wow. In twenty years, of everyone she met. Who would have thought the jerk would be most like her. Nora was never a jerk to anyone, how weird that they could be so different yet so a like. The adrenaline was starting to fade from her system. Feeling weak kneed, Nora let herself drop to the ground. Absently she grabbed one of the birthday pastries, starting to eat it without taking the candle out. With everything going around in her head, she didn’t notice it. “The hard way?” Nora asked finally. “You weren’t born like that?” Nora was talking with her mouthful. Manners were never her strong suit. “I was born like this. Is being born hard?”

“I don’t know if it’s easier for those born with it. I suppose it is,” Alan crossed his arms over his chest, doing his best to ignore how uncomfortable polyester felt against his skin. “I got bitten about ten years ago.” He had the precise date stuck in his head, but wasn’t the sort to share anything he considered personal. That just wasn’t him. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to ignore her questions, even if he kept his responses as short as possible.

“I will leave you be, for now. I’m borrowing your… sleeping bag,” a sigh escaped from his lips again. This was new, a werebear. Terrifying too. Yet, he couldn’t leave her to just fend for herself, could he? She made it very clear that she didn’t need his help, but maybe she wouldn’t mind that he gave the thing a good wash.

“I’ll bring it back,” he wasn’t one for promises, but she had no reason to doubt that.

Nora didn’t object when Alan left with her sleeping bag. The candle had made its way into her mouth and she didn’t object to that either. She was just sitting there in awe. Who knew that her 20th birthday would come with the best gift she could have asked for. The knowledge that she wasn’t alone. In that moment, just for that instant, Nora thought to herself maybe she wasn’t the disgusting monster she thought she was.

#wickedswriting #nora threads #under blue moon threads

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mostspecialgirl · 5 months

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Insiders (2023) - redrawn from 2019

(rambling under the cut)

thank you tumblr for compressing my image down to disgusting crusty poop pixels on the app

i love to do a new big reference piece for my babies every few years, and the time has finally come due… and WOW !!! LOOK AT THAT IMPROVEMENT !!! everyone looks Normal And Alive and Non Bugeyed !!! everyone is a little less pasty white (im talking about you, tanith) !!! i think they all show a lil bit of nice personality in their faces now too which is lovely for me. i love to see my children happy. now to write about each of them

angelo’s line art has the least effort into it here and i was GONNA redraw him but honestly if anyone is going to look like a scrunkly little bug IT IS GOING TO BE HIM !!!!!! It’s been a minute since i’ve drawn his body-saws and on a whim i made them red AND !!! IT WORKS !!! I’M A FAN !!! i think he’s due for a main-outfit change though. not sure. i struggled with finding him a natural-looking skin color too because i’ve slowly made him as a person less undead-corpse-like and i think i’ve found a good spot. for now.

i pulled the perfect angora out of my mind and honestly i am shocked at what i have created. she looks so sweet and kind and innocent here (as she should) that to any unfamiliar observers you’d be hard pressed to tell she’s a big lazy gross vulgar piece of shit rat of a fishwoman. and that is EXACTLY how it should be. i have lost the plot for too long, giving her more sharp edges and a hunched back and wild expressions, but the standard angora really should be deceptively pretty. because that’s my girl.

Mila looks great as always. What more can I say? She’s always perfect. I had fun giving her lips for the first time!

AMPH … MY ADISHESHA … (slamming my fist down) I’ve finally perfected him… isn’t he pretty? isn’t he so pretty? I chose to draw him in his naga/incarnated form instead of the shadow form this time because i wasn’t lazy. I decided to throw a big coat on him, originally intended to be more lab coat-y, but influenced by how fucking cold it is outside i allowed myself to give him a big fur collared one. because if you can’t tell i love giving characters though. i think it worked out well for AMPH here, and now I have to be putting him in all sorts of cowls and capes until the end of time.

TANITH !!!!!!!! GGGGYRRRRAAAAHHHHH!!!! LOOK AT MY GIRL !!!!!!! I’M FERAL OVER THIS!!!!!! LOOK AT MY IMPROVEMENT !!!!!!! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve colored her, but i changed her palette in my mind a while ago AND looking at it here ? existing ? i’ve done it again. My lovely little sword daughter … i know i JUST doodled her but christ something was in the water here because SHE LOOKS SO GOOD. this is the best ive drawn any of them. i gave her some nice clothes this time instead of her usual big t-shirt because i realized i only gave her that in the past because i didn’t know how to draw clothes.

speaking of “best ive ever drawn any of them” somnus … THIS IS HIM … i’ve gotten close to capturing him in all the times i’ve drawn him but i think i’ve finally pinned him down here. and of course, he’s hitting the same pose as his wife because they’re cute like that. i ripped his colors straight from the solo reference piece i made for him a while back which has held up quite wonderfully.

FINALLY !!! SETH IS HERE !!! HE HAS ARRIVED IN PROPER INSIDERS GROUP ART !!! he looks pretty good here. i think he could still look BETTER, but for the purpose of having a nice group reference piece he looks pretty great i think. I struggled pinning down some colors for his clothes and was pretty lazy with the Purple Under His Hair That Glows BUT WHO CARES !!!! LOOKS GOOD TO ME !!! LOOK AT MY HANDSOME SON !!! i also decided to stick his full name on here that i’ve kept vaulted up for the reason that i’ve never had to put it anywhere before. if you know why he has “-zoe adamiel” as his chosen full name, congrats, you’re a huge fucking nerd.

eventually, i’m probably going to tack daisy, kane, sampi and demiurge onto the right side of this piece, but that’s for another day down the line. thanks for reading!

#insiders #oc #oc art #original character #original characters #oc design #oc designs #mostspecialgirlarttag #relicverse #sinai clan #angelo rust #angora heta #mila sinai #amph #tanith #soma somnus #seth-zoe adamiel

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ladyaster · 1 year

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I love Order of Ecclesia a ton, I had a resurgence for my love for it at the start of 2021 and it’s been two years since and it never went away. However, I wanna share some love for probably my favorite NPC in the game.

Ecclesia is partly such a great title because of the villagers (it’s also in general a heartwarming, wholesome, tragic work of art that’s also super fun to play through), though sadly aside from Laura (who I do think has a great backstory, though while I do see why people do ship it, I don’t really ship her with Shanoa since I hc Shan as ace/aro (which admittedly is very mild projection as an ace myself but also she just kinda gives those vibes IMO but anyone else’s hcs are valid too) and as such I don’t ship her with anyone, sorryyy) and sometimes Monica (who is a precious baby who needs to be protected, it’s okay cinnabun your dresses are great), they don’t get the love they deserve because they’re all so endearing. Except George, heck him. However, I wanna give special mention in particular to Daniela. The Daniela sidequests are the best ones in the game IMO and they always make me wanna cry. I love how as is we’re getting insight to Shanoa’s talents outside of killing monsters, and as an artist myself I love how it’s drawing of all things, so like post-game we can imagine what she’s doing with her life once everything’s over and she’s just living as an illustrator with three cats. But what gets me is their friendship the whole way through. In general it helps that Daniela is a sweet old lady who offers cake even to Albus, and it turns out she’s a legit Belmont which suddenly makes her the coolest granny ever, but her giving Shanoa that sketchbook not only helps her unlock parts of herself she thought she lost to Dominus (maybe even helping some of her emotions start to regrow), but the way they bond over both the drawings and the locations drawn in them is so bittersweet. From the little things like “oh you’re so talented! Here’s a nice hat for you!” to the deep things like the life and times of one of the last members of a heroic bloodline, it’s wonderful. Even moreso is how Daniela uses the fact she’s lost so many people in her life as well as her possible dementia to help relate to Shanoa better and reassure her that she’s not alone on this difficult path. Heck, she knows as a Belmont what she’s fighting against, and says she’s always welcome to come back and even wants to celebrate her eventual victory against Dracula. They even throw in dialogue reminiscent of that one line from Spirited Away in there and...aaaaa.

Gosh this game hits me in the feels. The epilogue to this game is Shan knocking on Daniela’s door, immediately hugging her when she opens it, and asks with tears still streaming down her face: “Can we have cake, now?” T^T

#Castlevania #Castlevania Order of Ecclesia #Order of Ecclesia #CV OoE #Shanoa Castlevania #Daniela Castlevania #Granny Belmont is the best character and she deserves her own game #She mentions her training and her time with her grandfather #I want to see her kick butt and enjoy cake with her granddad afterwards #Someone please make that fangame because I would if only I knew how to program anything #I do love all the villagers though #Except George because he's a jerk and doesn't even have the decency to be funny or gradually warm up to Shan #And not to tease anything buuuut I wanna do a series of drawings of all of them individually hanging out with Shanoa one day #Because I adore her friendships with all of them #But that's when I have the time and energy which college is not giving me #I also have greenbeans to draw sooo uhh yeah ^_^;#Also if you haven't please play the game it's so good #I laughed I cried it moved me Bob #Reason 1 to play it: you can play with the kitties using the stylus #Which of course automatically makes it the best game ever #Reason 2 to play it: the protagonist is awesome #Reason 3 to play it: it's challenging but in a fun way #Reason 4 to play it: it's a heck of an emotional rollercoaster #You won't regret it #I've already gotten one friend on board and they loved the game and so will you

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crackedcrystal · 2 years

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Intro Post

Sup, welcome to my Whump Blog.

I'll probably update or edit this post as things go along.

You can just call me Cracked or Cracked Crystal or whatever.

I go by she/her.

To start off, ever since I was young I've been drawn to these types of things. I just kinda like them, and sometimes they'll give me butterfly-type feelings. Which I kinda seek everytime.

I didn't really understand it, and I would write about it without knowing what it was. So later on, it was nice to learn I wasn't alone on this. But since I'm incredibly shy I just kind of looked at alot of whump-relates Tumblr blogs without making an actual account for over a year I wanna say (I have way to many saved tabs lol).

I got a boyfriend, he already knows and we happily tease about it together. In fact, you have him to partially thank for the existence of this blog.

I'm into art. Both traditional and digital. I still have yet to set up a thing for commissions but I do want to at one point. I also have a different and regular Tumblr account but I'm going to do my best not to link the two, obviously. This is just for whump stuff.

I also have stories and as a result- alot of OCs. Which I'll probably be making art of in the future and posting here. (Although I can't gurentee every single OC post will stick around depending on what I do with the stories in the future)

I hope to get more engaged in the community, despite my shyness (about everything lol). I'm not really worried about popularity or anything like that. But if you have any questions or want to talk feel free.

My OCs (All with some sort of ability and strong whump potential) - (DMs only (sorry))

Whump events I've participated in:

Whumptober 2022 (Masterlist)

Febuwhump2023 (Masterlist) (comepleted)

-Now for my whump trope list-

In no particular order

Absolute favorites

Lab and subject expiements stuff

Magical and power caused whump. Either by curses or side effects to that ability (I like to get real particular and specific with it too lol)

General weakness

General Fear (and sometimes paranoia)

(intense) nightmares

Passing out

Bleeding out/Blood loss

Impaled or stabbed

Dizziness and vertigo

Unconfused eyes and mental confusion

To weak to stand/faltering

Coughing up blood (or some kind of blood equivalent)

Cuffs, Chains, or bound whumpee (+struggling and straining)

Entanglement or trapped in a vulnerable spot

Vines or ya know, the restraints that are alive or controlled by an outside force.

Whumper become the whumpee

A sudden cause of pain that takes whumpee by surprise

The pain or weakness eventually overcoming a very determined or emotional whumpee (suddenly succumbing)

Self inflicted wounds

Painful nessiarily for healing or getting over something worse

Posioning/posioned

Betrayal and backstab (mayhr even revealed by a physical attack, such as a literal stab).

Smart whumpee slowly manipulating the current situation to their benfit, but still having to go through all the suffering regardless to get to a point.

Vampire whump (both victim and vampire)

Snakes. Squeezing and posion bite.

Choking and stragulation

Breath knocked out (and that's just the start of what's to come)

Being dragged towards the danger

A lil' bit of manhandling

Long progression of curse or posion that slowly gets worse (and worse).

Some psycological and moral complexity of the whumpee, whumper, and/or caretaker. (And some angst lol)

Caretaker become whumpee (most of the time)

Whumpee being harmed during a running scene.

Drowning and water related scenes.

Whumper having (slow) change or heart and begrudgingly being a caretaker

Whumpee having to save the whumper or caretaker (despite wounds)

Electrocution

Trembling

Memories and flashbacks and panic over that (usually alone)

Whumper or unwilling teamate taking advantage of a whumpee's (pre-existing) injury (clutching it to make them succumb or get their point across)

Webbed up.

Held captive (usually)

Jail or designated lab cell.

Headache that keeps getting worse and worse

Once defiant, now broken. (+Whumpee's previous confident demeanour suddenly or even slowly shattering, from the personal or/and physical attacks that cut just a bit to deep)

Immortal whumpees or characters that aren't quite human, that aren't used to or supposed to feel pain, feeling pain.

Certain royal whumpees

Angel and demon whump (of course), or just whumpees with wings.

Gunshots to the whumpee (usually)

Certain types of minimal torture

^ (including stuff like really hot or really cold things being pressed up against skin and watch them shudder aaaaa)

Multiple whumpers

Dark room and/or blindfolded (they don't know what's coming to them)

Some intimate whumpers.

Failed escape

Character who risks their life a little to often (sometimes due to feelings of worthlessness)

Nausea

Starvation (and sometimes dehydration)

Just won't die

Loss of control over self mentally or physically (such as a body part being controlled by an outside or unwanted force)

Whumpee uncomfort

Those slight sounds

But also- AGONYYY

Ok/mid things (still like them but to moderate or fluctuating degrees. It can also depend on the scene)

Emotional whump (sadness ig)

Recovery (or very typical caretaker and whumpee tend-to scenes)

Military whump

Whumpee dies

Mob situations (close to favorite)

Non-human whumpees (depends, half the time it's a favorite)

Regular coughing

Colds and most sickness whump

Collars

Hypothermia

Defiant whumpee

Cages

Whipping (sometimes will be a favorite though, depends on the scene)

Temporily blindness

Spider and creepy crawlies (the bigger the better, the smaller the more nah)

Severe burning (the more burning the more nah it is)

Nosebleed

Headwound itself

Memory loss (close to nah)

Live action whump (very rare when it's a favorite)

Begging

Overdosing (can really fluctuate between mid and favorite and sometimes nah)

Depressed whumpee

Injections

Ehhhhhh- Nah.

(very) intense gore and guts

That one moment where something sharp and sometimes needle like it slowly gonna pierce an eye

Most Pet whump stuff (some can be mid)

Most female whump

Way to much screaming

Genuine concussion

Blood-gut squishing noises (ya know the sound effect)

Overkill (with just about anything)

Almost all surgery without anesthesia (some can be mid tho)

Teeth pulling

Amputation, missing limbs.

Minor or pregnant whumpees. (Cool if caretaker tho)

Vomiting (a little bit is usually fine)

#whump #whump introduction #whump community #first whump related post #favorite whump tropes #my whump posts #whumblr #whump list #whump intro post #whump masterlist

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meursaulty · 1 year

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oops all wiz!

commentary below:

January - I made this when I needed an icon for my new wiz blog. I didn't have a pen though so I did it with my finger lol

February - I was obsessed with the divine paradox look!! I was still learning the ins and outs of digital so I colored all the flats by hand....... but I also remember being very proud of this

March - I drew SO MUCH stuff this month, but some of my favorite works were the little comic pages. I'd do more if they didn't take so long and if I actually had a story to tell

April - Full Mellori hype mode. I had a lot of fun with this even though I had to scrap the first concept and start over

May - Malorn brainrot came out swinging. I did this one on my computer, which has been broken this past year so that everything looks yellow on my screen. So let it be known I genuinely didn't know he was so pale until I looked at the post on my phone 😭

June - A piece from the scrapped wiz calendar. Looking back at this, I'm not sure how well it would do on paper (it seems too dark - i'd have to readjust the values). Tbh I'd still do wiz calendar if other people helped

July - Big art block summer but I wanted to paint something, so I chose pirate aquila. If only the quests were as good as the aesthetics... (hot take: the harpies are worse than the bumballoons)

August - Not much art because my mom was diagnosed w/ cancer and spent the month in the hospital (she is ok now). But i did manage to get some pirate sessions in! A lot of just sitting around and watching people's fits for inspo

September - Quick thing based on a photo i took last November from my old dorm, painted while moving into my new one

October - Trying to get back into the 101 obsession with good old Bonnie Anne

November - Based on a photo I took at school

December - Lowkey cheating because I actually did 95% of this in April, but i fixed it up a little December sooooo I say it counts? There are a *lot* of things I'd change about it now but it's still a vibe, also first time I drew 2 of my wizards interacting I think?

So this was the most I've EVER drawn. I took a long break (2017-end 2021), so January was the first time in literal years that I sat down to draw something, let alone post it publicly. The 101 community on tumblr has been so nice + tolerant of my brainrot that I really enjoy putting my stuff out there as a way to tell myself I'll stop messing with something lol.

Stylistically, I took a big leap. I learned with traditional media and I was taught in a more realism-oriented way, so trying to figure out what I wanted to do was super challenging... This explains why none of my stuff really looks the same, even after a year lol (and you can kinda see the traditional vibe in Jan.? Maybe?)

But anywayyy if you read all this, tell me: what fandom do you think I first started drawing for? I am SO curious what vibe I have

#if you read my notes youre a real one #wizard101 #<- tagging because it's literally 90% of this #q

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pokerninja2 · 1 year

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This is my banner for my Twitter account, and I decided to (temporarily at least) make it my tumblr's as well! The Sparks of Hope one was mainly just a placeholder until I got something more appropriate set up. I plan on making something new for this account, mainly because this one doesn't fit the dimensions of a tumblr banner, but I think it's good enough to leave as for now.

I haven't talked about my OCs outside of Pearl on this account, so I suppose consider this the "introduction to my OCs" post. I've had all of these girls since 2017 (or later in some cases) and I love them. They're my babies! A lot of my followers on Twitter like them as well, which I'm very happy for. While I wouldn't say they've made a huge impact on my life or changed it in any significant way, drawing them has generally made me a happier person over the years.

This particular piece of all my girls (except one who I came up with after the pic was made so she missed out, maybe next time!) taking a group photo together is probably the one I'm most proud of. I've never really drawn them interacting together despite really wanting to, and I'm very happy with the end result! It's definitely inspired me to do more stuff with them in the future.

Anyway, now I wanna talk about each one!

I already posted about Pearl a few times on this account but I think it's only fitting I start with her, considering she's my mascot and all. She's always been my go-to to draw whenever I wanna do something like a seasonal drawing or event. She's also been my pfp on everywhere aside from discord occasionally, so chances are if you know me, you're familiar with her.

A little girl like Pearl needs little friends, which is something she has in droves!

All six of these girls were made at around the same time, both so she'd have a friend group and so I could make even more characters and worlds that fit into the Mario universe. Obviously, Belle, Brooke, and Brittany are a closely-knit trio, and they're ones that I tend to use a lot alongside Pearl.

I've also been using Squishy more too. She was retired for a few years before I brought her back and came up with the idea that the girls haul her around (or she hauls herself around) with a wagon. Then I loved her even more!

I regrettably don't use Sarina or Diamond very much, which is a shame because I think they're great designs. I just don't think there's as many good opportunities to use them compared to the others.

Following them is Kia, who I made a few years later. While she technically falls closer to a Donkey Kong OC than a Mario one, I'd say she counts enough! I think my reasons for liking her are pretty self-explanatory - a cute Kremling who was abandoned by the rest of her people and taken in by the Kong Family, becoming an ape in everything but blood. She lives with the Kongs on DK Island so she doesn't get to interact with Pearl and friends much, but they're definitely friends!

And last but certainly not least is the character I made after I made the banner, Rabbid Pearl! As the Rabbids are supposed to be extreme parodies of the character they're portraying, I thought it would be fun to do the same here. Pearl is nice, friendly, and outgoing, while Rabbid Pearl is so friendly she will trap everyone she meets in a hug and make them her new best friend! She has no concept of personal space, so she can be a bit of a hassle to deal with. She was originally made as a one-off joke when I was caught up in Sparks of Hope hype. But then I fell in love with her, and decided to just make her a part of the friend group anyway. Next time I do another one of these group shots, she's definitely going on there!

If you've read all the way down here, then thanks for letting me ramble on and on about my girls. I love them with all my heart and I love using them for art pieces. Hoping you like them too!

#mario oc #oc art #oc stuff #oc lineup #oc love #oc lore #kremlings #rabbids #rabbid oc #they give me serotonin

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imaginethat0327 · 8 months

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Get to know us!

Hey everybody! IJustLiveHere and I decided it might be kinda nice to share some info about us, so we can all be a little more personal with each other. We each made a little list of stuff we thought might be kinda fun to share :D

ImagineThat 🦜:

21 years old, pronouns she/her

Lives in the USA

Loves to sing, and enjoys pretty much all genres of music (from the Oh Hellos to the All-American Rejects, from cinematic instrumental to rap :D)

I’m an ENFJ and an Enneagram 9. My top love languages are Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

Likes: Chocolate, coffee, sunshine, animals (especially cats and birds!), talking with people, having long, complex conversations, encouraging others, drawing (mostly digital art), all types of food (Italian, Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean, Greek, Halal, Indian, American, Mexican…. It goes on and on), Christmas (THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR), sharing my interests with other people, and watching movies (All the movies, all the movie quotes, lets goooo.)

Dislikes: Sweet potatoes, most types of squash, mushrooms, disrespect towards others (HUGE pet peeve, especially when it’s directed towards parents or elders), bugs (unless in a documentary), rudeness, hypocrites, cold temperatures, unnecessary/over-the-top gore or crass language (unless I’m writing Bakugo or a character for which swearing is normal for them), horror films (they give me nightmares. I like a good psychological thriller, though) being ignored or otherwise deemed unimportant *sad face*, upsetting others.

Fav Fandoms: My Hero Academia, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Stranger Things, How to Train Your Dragon (films), Lord of the Rings (films and books), Owl House, Avatar the Last Airbender, Star Trek TNG and DS9, Disney (especially pixar, but like the older movies cause the most recent ones are sorta meh), Marvel (not as much any more, gotta admit, although Guardians of the Galaxy 3 SLAPPED) and Hermitcraft

Other fun stuff: I have a fairly big family, two dogs, and I’ve moved seven times in my life. I’ve traveled to nearly every US state and several other countries. I know how to passibly juggle, was once on a swim team (my record for breath holding about 4-5 years ago was 2 minutes!), and I rode horses for a while. My personal mission statement for life is to fight cynicism and negative views, always try to be open-minded and wise, and to always keep improving myself.

IJustLiveHere 🍓:

20, she/they

Based in the USA

I’m a theater person, and love both acting and working behind the scenes. (Like ImagineThat, I also appreciate all music genres)

INFP and Enneagram type 2. My top love languages are Physical Touch and Quality Time, although I appreciate all of them in my own way

Likes: Video games, dnd (playing and streams), sweet things, watermelon (my favorite fruit -despite what my sona may tell you- and I can eat entire melons in one sitting), snow, pretty much all animals, baking, platonic displays of affection, getting clear directions about something, talking about things I love, and listening to people rant about things they’re passionate about

Dislikes: Horror films (I’m really squeamish unless it’s animated or drawn, and spook super easily), pork and things that sneak food dye into it (allergic and makes me sick), the sun (also makes me sick), hot temperatures (haha makes me sick too), making on the spot decisions, and watching things that give me second-hand embarrassment

Fav Fandoms - Anime/Manga: One Piece, My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, Dr. Stone, Fire Force, Hunter X Hunter, Chainsaw Man, Dorohedoro, Assasination Classroom, Mob Psycho 100, Hell’s Paradise, Kaiju no.8… (a whole lot more but the list would be waaaayyy too long if I added them all. Name it and I most likely will be into it)

Fav Fandoms - Cartoons/Shows: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (but I like the other iterations too), Lego Monkie Kid, Avatar the last Airbender, OG Teen Titans, Marvel (more of a casual fan), Dimension 20 (most definitely not a casual fan… it’s a problem), Critical Role, and Firefly

Other Fun Stuff: Ok some fun facts about me. [1] I tend to get injured in weird ways. For instance: I once cut myself on the round orange part of a pumpkin, and I've accidentally cut myself on a box cutter… by falling onto it face first. (She also somehow managed to stab herself in the hand with a knife while cutting a bagel, then drop the knife on her foot blade-first -ImagineThat). [2] I also rode horses! It was very fun. Unfortunately I had to stop when COVID rolled around 🙁. [3] My favorite number is 13, mostly because I just think it’s neat but also I was 13 years old when I moved out of my home state. [4] I love to bake, but I honestly know nothing about cooking lol. [5] I am a dice gremlin and have more dnd dice sets than any one person probably should, and the same goes for earrings! I love funky dangly earrings and probably have somewhere in the hundreds of pairs. [6] I want to go to Ren Fair or a Cosplay Convention one day but I don’t have the stylish outfits to do so *sigh*. [7] I honestly had never heard of Hermitcraft or Empires until I started beta-ing for Imagine. I’m hooked on those silly little guys now and even though I don’t actually watch the streams Imagine keeps me updated on everything that goes on with them (which I look forward to hearing every time)

#personal #about myself #about me #get to know me #get to know the blogger #get to know the person behind the blog #about us #get to know the author #get to know the artist #get to know the writer #my posts

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demona-andariel · 9 months

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Object of Obsession - 22 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,744

Chapter 22 - Getting Worse

Gretchen tapped her index and middle finger against her lips as she stared out into nothing. She sat on the floor, her back pressed against the bed in the bedroom she decided would be her art studio. On her lap was her still unfinished drawing of Michael's face. Her heart pounded in her chest.

He'd stayed. He'd fucked her in such an intimate way, not once but twice, and stayed. And she saw his face. Her emotions were all over the place. Going from pure excitement and giddiness to anxiety of the future. So many questions flooded her mind. Was it a one-time thing? What had possessed him to be nice? Would he do it again? Why?

She tentatively reached her hand up and stroked her neck. When she'd asked him "why", his eyes and hand immediately went to stroke her neck. Had her nightmare somehow integrated with reality? She tapped her sketchbook for a moment. That seemed odd, but even so. Why did he care that she stopped breathing? Wasn't she the bane of his existence? Sometimes she felt like she was. The conflict that he wanted to get rid of but couldn't. At least, she had felt that way up until last night.

Other than that sweet kiss after she tended his wound, he hadn't really given her any clues that he was going to be nice to her. Hell, he'd gotten angry at her request to take off his mask. She knew he liked having sex with her, but he also wanted to kill her. Wouldn't he have rather she die? Yet, he, for whatever reason, changed their dynamic.

Or was it her kiss? The simple one she gave him before he was going to leave. She was no longer sure what to expect from him. He confused her and caused her heart to flutter. It gave her hope. It was so wrong, so dangerous, and yet so right.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Gretchen?" she asked herself.

She turned her attention back to her drawing. Her fingers gently touched the page again, running along the words that framed the border. To anyone else, they looked like fancy symbols, but she knew they were words. Two words and the third version seemed like a combination of the two. They repeated after each other. She should have recognized them. But she was so confused and surprised that Michael stayed she didn't give herself time to examine them.

She hadn't drawn them in years. In fact, she'd almost forgotten about them. She used to draw them a lot when she was a kid. Usually on the days that were most stressful to her, up until her parents died.

She frowned. Some knowledge nuzzled at the back of her head. Something that seemed to be the answer she needed that would explain everything. But it was shrouded. She let out a loud drawn-out sigh. They were a mystery, but she didn't want to dwell on them. At least, not right now.

She focused on Michael's unfinished face. She could complete it. Her heart thumped hard in her chest at the thought; Revealing his face, drawing out the very thing he wanted to hide. Placing her pencil on the page again, she stilled.

He kept his face hidden, but he let her see him. Fuck, he let her see all of him. She started to lightly draw a line.

"No," she said softly as she started to make an outline. It didn't take her long to finish the rough sketch of his mask. "Your face is only for me to see." There she went again, respecting his privacy. But she didn't mind this time. It made her feel special. He took off his mask for her. She didn't want him to take it off for anyone else. Why would she draw it in her book for some random person to see?

Closing the sketchbook, she set it to one side and stretched. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn't eaten in some hours. With a loud sigh, she got up and made her way to the kitchen. She'd need her energy for when Michael came back.

Gretchen bit her lower lip at the thought as her pussy tingled with need. Really? He'd just fucked her in the morning and now she was ready for another session? Just as the thought and excitement, of Michael coming back and fucking her, entered her mind she felt guilt. He was out there, most likely killing innocent people. She was his prisoner, she had no say on when they had sex, and yet, she was waiting in anticipation for his return.

She sat down at the dining room table and stared at the pan on the stove that was warming up her food. Bringing her legs up, she wrapped her arms around them and planted her chin on her knees.

You're fucked in the head, she told herself. Yet, her shoulders relaxed. For some reason, that didn't bother her. She should have felt guilty, but she didn't. She felt relieved and happy. As if she'd been waiting so long for the two to get together again. And now they were and the world didn't matter anymore.

Seriously, fucked up.

She plated her warmed-up food and set it down in front of her seat.

Her heart thumped rapidly as her feelings rose to giddiness. She wanted to do something. Surprise him. She could wear her button-up dress and then slowly strip for him. That seemed like a good idea. Her breath hitched a little bit at the thought. That dress was the one she wore when he saw her scars. Her brain recalled the moment, the fire in his eyes, excitement in his breath as he slowly unbuttoned her.

She swallowed back a bite. She could already feel it, the dampness between her legs just at the thought of seeing his actual face. The look that was probably behind the mask that second night. A small smile crept across her lips, or maybe she'd pretend to strip and make him do it.

She started to chew on her food as she thought and planned. Take another shower, and maybe put on some make-up. No, she didn't have any. Although, Brandon-

She paused setting her fork down. How many days had it been since he was killed? With him out of her life, she was starting to see things she purposefully brushed off. He had his faults, but so did she. So why didn't she miss him like she should? Why was her brain focusing on his faults?

Her stomach twisted as a wave of nausea swept through it. She immediately snapped out of her musing. Placing one hand on her stomach and the other over her mouth, just in case, she got up and ran to the kitchen sink. Her stomach heaved, threatening to spill every last bit that she'd just eaten. Much to her relief, she didn't vomit. It took a few minutes for her stomach to slowly settle down.

"Weird," she said softly as she leaned away. She still felt a little nauseous and suddenly drowsy. She glanced up in the direction of her room. What if Michael came back while she was napping? Oh well. Her body felt heavy with sleep. She needed to rest.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, her world tilted and she swayed. She grabbed the banister for more stability to keep her from falling. Her legs, her whole body felt off, heavy. She stared at the floor for a moment, taking in a deep breath before slowly letting it out again.

She placed a foot on the first step and pulled herself up. It was difficult to focus, difficult to move. Her brain felt sluggish and her body was leaden. A nap. She desperately needed a nice nap.

She carefully began her ascent, focusing as hard as possible to make it up without falling. The back of her mind felt confused by her effort. Why were things suddenly requiring so much focus? She felt drunk.

Gretchen frowned. That couldn't be right. She hadn't drunk any alcohol. Hell. She only drank a handful of times. And of those times, only once did she get drunk. It was the worst experience in her life, something she never wanted to go through again. So she avoided alcohol after that.

Reaching the second to the last stair, she paused. She wanted to move, but her fuzzy brain wasn't sending the right commands. A wave of nausea hit her again, causing her stomach to twist. She was going to throw up. That sent her brain into the right panic.

She scurried up the last two steps, banging her shin bone and dropping her to one knee for a moment. Pain shot up through her knee, but she ignored it. She was not about to clean up vomit on the hallway floor. She half stumbled into the bathroom, throwing the door open. She barely threw the toilet seat up before her stomach purged every single bit of food she'd just eaten.

She felt better, but barely. Letting out a low moan, she slumped against the toilet bowl and waited for her stomach to stop twisting.

"Awe, baby. Drank too much?" Brandon's familiar voice echoed in her mind. A memory from not so long ago. Her brain recalled the way he'd entered the bathroom and patted her back. She hadn't meant to get drunk that night.

She nodded her head as if she were reliving the memory.

"God, if I knew you were such a lightweight," his words followed by a hearty chuckle made her cringe. His phantom hands rubbed her back.

Gods, she just wanted Michael. The feeling of drunkenness seemed to recoil from her as if disgusted by that thought. Gretchen frowned as she slowly stood up. Her body returned back to normal. She wasn't drowsy, the world didn't spin, and her limbs felt fine.

She glanced at the toilet bowl. Well, she did throw up. She quickly cleaned up, before grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste. She was definitely going to brush her teeth multiple times until Michael got back. Toothbrush in hand, she glanced at the mirror.

The clatter of her toothbrush hitting the sink echoed in the room, but she couldn’t move immediately. Her wide eyes stared at her own reflection. A very long noticeable straight, red, raw scar ran down the left side of her cheek. A wound made from a knife. Hesitantly, she raised her hand to touch it, running shaky fingers along her skin.

When had he cut her? How did she not feel the pain? How did she not notice it in the morning? She had stared at herself earlier, admiring her body trying to figure out what it was about her that attracted him. Why the hell did he enjoy touching her scars.

Her fingers felt no dip in the skin, no rise of parted flesh. There was a light pressure behind her eyes. A vision. Yet another scar to add to her collection? Only this one she couldn't hide. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before opening them. The scar was gone.

She didn't move, staring at her reflection, collecting her feelings. What did she feel about it? Sad. That was for sure. Necessary. She shivered at the thought. Yes, it was necessary.

Her heart picked up its pace again. Michael would cut her face and give her that scar. But why? She glanced down in the direction of the basement. No. Somewhere else.

She tilted her head slightly to look at her left cheek. It was going to happen. Not quite yet, but there was a sequence of events that her brain was trying to warn her about. Not very effectively, unfortunately.

She let out a heavy sigh. She'd have to talk to Michael about that. Maybe he could help her figure out her visions. Maybe there was a way to stop that from happening. Not that she had any idea when it happened or what events led up to it.

Even if Michael never talked to her, she'd still find it easier to talk to him. Ask questions for her mind to contemplate. Which meant telling him she saw things. That she had visions.

Gretchen frowned. Why was she so comfortable with that idea?

Maybe because he's as crazy as you are.

Smacking her lips she cringed at the aftertaste of her vomit. She quickly brushed her teeth, focusing on her face the whole time. It didn't shift or change.

Finishing up, she combed her fingers through her hair. She gave her image one last look before she stepped out into the hallway. Her skin prickled and rose as a feeling pressed on her.

"You were wrong," she said, glancing around the hallway. She had suspected It would be back. And she'd been waiting for that moment. To throw the fact back at its face that Michael actually did do something she wanted.

-He spends one night with you and suddenly you think he cares?-

She rolled her eyes. "Jealous?" The hall went silent for a moment, making her frown.

-Protective,- It replied.

She snorted. "Bullshit."

-You don't understand the true gravity of your situation.-

"I'm 'dying'," she said. "But, the weird thing is, I'm feeling pretty good. Better than good." Ignoring the fact that she'd somehow randomly felt drunk and threw up her dinner. But there was some truth to her statement, despite that episode. She couldn't explain it, but she was feeling more whole.

-It won't last.-

"I think you're full of shit," she said, planting her hands on her hips as she looked around. "What I'm trying to figure out is why you want to get me to kill myself? Clearly, you can't do it otherwise you would have."

-I would never hurt you.-

She snorted again. "You would never hurt me. You just want me to hurt myself," she said adding a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Sorry if I don't trust you." She crossed her arms and leaned back.

For a brief moment, she felt as if a hand brushed against her back. She gasped and rolled her shoulders, taking a step forward.

-There is always a calm before the storm.-

"I'm not scared of you," she said, clenching her hands into fists. "Whatever you are."

-He won't be there for you, in the end. But I will.-

Her skin rose at its words. "That feels like a threat," she said.

-You're confused about who the real enemy is here.-

"And I think I've had enough of your bullshit. Whatever you are. You're no friend of mine. Go away," she said, lowering her voice but emphasizing the last two words. "I can handle whatever is coming on my own."

-Your episode right now was hardly a taste of what you'll go through- it said.

"My- You were there?" Her skin rose at the thought. She hadn't felt it, but then again, her brain was sluggish and fuzzy. "That was you!"

-Hardly. You're getting worse. Things are going to progress very quickly from here. They always do. You can't handle it. Stop being so stubborn and let me help you, Gretch.-

She took a step back. "Why did you call me that?" she asked.

A sharp intense pain zapped through her brain, dropping her to her knees. She pressed her hands against her head as she took in short, quick, loud breaths.

-As I said, he won't be here for you when you need him. But I will.-

She felt a pressure behind her eyes, the kind that told her she was about to see something. Another vision? No, this feeling was slightly different. She glanced up, her eyes widened, she saw herself. Not one version, but multiple, each playing out a different memory. Past. The past, she realized. A version of her was pinned to a wall, kissing Michael who had his mask lifted up slightly. That just happened. Another ran past that version, completely terrified. The first time she got there. Another version stood closer to her, at the end of the hall. Michael's knife in hand as she tried to ward him off. The first time they were together.

Voices, too many voices whispered, talked, and screamed around her. Her senses were overloading. She had to get out of the house. Away from it. She tried to move, but her body was paralyzed. A shriek ripped out of her throat as the pain intensified and she dug her fingers into her hair. Her head felt as if it were about to explode.

A hand pressed against her back as if they were trying to comfort her.

-I hate seeing you suffer. But don't worry. I'll always be here for you, baby.-

Chapter 23 - Outside

#michael myers x oc #smut #horror #noncon tw #slashers #fanfiction #michael Myers fanfic #tw noncon

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