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angelbitezzz · 14 days

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Just when he'd settled down for a good nap, Sans was startled awake by knocking and calls from his door. He'd be more annoyed if he wasn't such a good sport—knock knock jokes are serious business, after all.

"yaaawn...mm...who's there?"

The skeleton sat up with some difficulty, rubbing at his eye socket. Her voice answered, still a little muffled through the layer of thick wood and magic.

"Stopwatch!"

He climbed off his mattress, sleepily kicking his slippers onto the correct feet and shuffling to the door.

"heh heh heh. stopwatch who?"

"Stopwatch you're doing and open the door!"

Sans did as told, still chuckling at the joke. Across from him stood Angel, rocking back and forth on her heels with her hands behind her back. Her expression said it all—she was excited, ready to show him something.

"alright. door is open. what's up, human?"

"Well, "skeleton"," She started, with an edge of amusement in her voice. "You remember how I bled all over the place?"

"sure."

"And I kiiinda stained some clothes?"

"vividly."

"You'll be happy to know that I fixed it!"

A pause. Sans raised a browbone at her before she seemed to suddenly remember what she was trying to do in the first place, fumbling slightly as she pulled her hands away from her back. Both were shoved forward into his face, white fabric held tight in brown fingers.

...His gloves?

"why do you have—"

"I dug 'em out the trash and cleaned them, now take them!"

He did as told, giving them a once over. Perfectly clean—no longer stained reddish brown. No evidence of the fact that he'd had to try and stop a human from bleeding out.

"whoa. how'd you manage that?"

"Trust me, you don't know how much blood I've had to get off of clothes before."

The implications of that statement strained his grin, just a little.

"...meaning what? you, uh, make a habit of hurting other humans?"

Angel looked at him for a long moment, confused by his reaction, before suddenly bursting into giggles. He felt off-kilter. Was she messing with him?

"Do you know anything about the human body?"

"....i sense i've made a mistake of some kind."

She beckoned him to lean forward, which he did after a long moment of deliberation. Five minutes later, he jolted away like he'd been burnt, left hand up to cut her off.

"okay alright i believe you—don't tell me anything else or i'm gonna lose my lunch. which would be impressive, since i don't have a stomach."

"Aww, the skeleton can't handle a biology lesson. And here I thought you liked science!"

Sans refused to confirm or deny that fact, and the human merely laughed and shook her head.

"Men. Oh well, let me know whenever and I'll show you how to get the stain out of the Crossbones jacket, okay?"

Angel giggled all the way through the hall and down the stairs. He shook his head and took a moment to look at them again. Perfectly clean. When he tugged them on to test, they looked fine.

His eternal grin softened a little as he leaned against his doorframe, rubbing at the back of his left hand absently. On the first floor, Angel had set about folding her blanket on the couch, his pupils idly tracking her movements as they grew fuzzy.

"...heh."

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doodlingwren · 3 months

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It's time

#wren text tag #next post spoilers #it is time to post that fucking comic #gatekept it yesterday bc it wasn't really... Valentine's day stuff... got anxious bc it wasn't really on point n finished doing nothing #like I couldn't finish it during the holiday bc I got busy #but the files have been on my desktop for a week and they have to go alright!!!!!!!#spent enough time on them already #the internet can have them as a little treat #consider it the uhmmm bonus content from yesterday Valentine's day uhmmm extra Aldemu content yeahh #I mean there's literally 5 people drawing art of this ship imma post my high effort cringe as well #“yayyyyy I'm cooking something with this” and then this mf cooked a royal banquet fr #she cooked. she served. she ate. she left no crumbs.

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forbidden-sunlight · 3 months

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yandere! vox with fem!reader scenario

Warning: obsessive behavior, implied violence, stalking, implied emotional and physical abuse, brief mention of toxic relationship [vox/val], implied brainwashing, knowledge based on spoilers from the first two episodes of the 2024 show and the Hazbin Hotel comics.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

You are responsible for your own Internet consumption!

Hey guys, welcome back to another Hazbin Hotel fic, starring Hell's one and only flat-screened overlord, Vox! Special thanks to @isuckatwritingsobenice and @lbcreations-blog for helping me shape up the rough draft of this piece, I can't wait until I get enough time off from work to watch this series! :)

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's go live with Vox's broadcast!

The overlord of technology has been in an on-off relationship with Valentino for a while, so any affection Vox has received from the egotistical prick is either a ploy to get him to do whatever he wanted or that the owner of the Porn Studios was in the mood to play the role of a lover before he got bored again. He had a brand and reputation to uphold in Hell, so any word about him and Val being together is kept under tight wraps. No one knows about it except maybe Velvette. God knows how many times the moth demon had wreaked havoc in the fashion designer’s office on the way to his own quarters, red smoke and all.

Of course the one tantrum when the television demon decided to not fight back and just dump Val’s ass because he was sick and tired of the bullshit, it had to happen a week until Velvette’s new clothing line was about to go live. So of course he, the most level-headed one of the Three Vs and the one responsible for the mess, had to clean it up. Yeah, just another fucking day with Val. Fuck his life.

Anyway, he’s a very busy man managing the other V’s social media networks including his own workload in his own studio. Considering that he’s now single again (at least for the moment), he saw no reason to get involved with anyone else right now unless it was to relieve some of his frustrations…privately. Late one evening and on his third cup of coffee, Vox was going through the applications that responded to Velvette’s newest job post. Same occupation, same shitty pay, but every designer and seamstress in the Pride Ring wanted to work with Hell’s queen of fashion. He was just weeding out the applicants who did not have what his associate wanted in an employee. And he’s doing it because he owed a favor, not because he can’t sleep. That was when Vox saw your resume.

He skimmed through it, raising an eyebrow in slight interest. It seemed a little embellished…but the credentials were there, at least from what he could see. And you were good-looking, so that is a bonus too. Shrugging his shoulders, he swiped his hand to the right, sending the document to the small electronic pile of Maybe and moved on to the next one. That one immediately got sent to the Rejection pile.

A few weeks later, he saw you working in Velvette’s studio through the cameras, hunched over a desk and so entirely focused on a sketchpad that you paid no mind to her chewing out to the other designers about their shitty designs for the next collection.

“You! New Girl!”

Her peevish voice addressing you was what brought you out of your reverie. Straightening your spine, you turned to her and quickly strode to her. You must have known what she wanted, because you gave her the sketchpad. Velvette flipped through it, eyeing the pages critically until her bloodshot eyes widened in delight, tapping a manicured black nail against it rapidly before dragging you to a mannequin, barking at you to start creating whatever caught her attention. And it was rare for Velvette to be pleased with anyone else’s works except her own. Her creativity is what kept her clothing line at the pinnacle of fashion. You were getting more and more interesting as he began to watch you more throughout the day. Discreetly, of course. Vox would be damned if his associate found out that he’s eyeing one of her employees.

He saw how dedicated you were to your work, how you thrived under pressure from Velvette instead of crumbling from it and that was when your creativity blossomed into its full potential. But what he admired about you the most is that you were always calm. You never raised your voice at anyone. You always looked at a problem as if you were dissecting it before making a move. Creative thinkers took risks, and so did you.

But he’s not looking for a relationship. He wants to focus on his work. He wants to make his business thrive and crush any competition who would dare to try and get one up over him. He is annoyed as fuck that you’ve caught his attention and hasn’t done anything to make him want to stop looking at you. Why won’t you leave his mind? Why is he constantly looking through your social media accounts to see what you’re up to and if there is anyone else in your life? Why?

Because he’s fucked. Fuck his life.

Vox believes that he is the brains behind the Three Vs’ success and how they could not have made it this far without his technology and other businesses. But the truth is that this overlord, the one who commanded over electronics, can be emotionally immature if he is pushed too far. You saw how he acted when Alastor made his comeback, right? If you did, well, you now know that his buttons can be pushed if he isn’t seen or acknowledged by someone. And if you were to ignore him as the Radio Demon did…you better run.

Because if there is a screen or a camera, he will use it to find you no matter where you are in Hell. There is no doubt that he will jump out of it with a static pop, begging you to give him a chance to prove himself with fat, watery tears falling down his flat-screen face.

He is an overlord, one of the Three Vs. He is good-looking, charming, a manipulator, a liar, he could use his powers to hypnotize into submission if he really wanted to and runs a successful business. What more could you possibly want when he is obviously the best choice to have as a lover in Hell? Can’t you see? You belong to him!

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shares-a-vest · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 16: Angst-Themed (Saturday Sentence Starters)

wc: 1k | Rated: T | cw: Steve’s parents are arguing (he is overhearing it briefly but there are some descriptions of yelling), toxic family dynamics, unstable marriage, cheating

Tags: Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unstable Marriage, Toxic Family Dynamics, Cheating

“I don’t want to fight with you, Caroline,” Steve hears his father bellow from downstairs, “Not tonight.”

He snaps his comic closed and tosses it on the floor.

Steve has no idea what his parents are arguing about. Hell, they don’t even need an excuse these days, he thinks. Someone can so much as fart and it will start a goddamn screaming match.

He guesses he shouldn’t be surprised. It’s the holidays and his parents are both off work until the beginning of the New Year. It’s snowing heavy out so they can’t go down to the Martens’ house – their best friends-come-buffer zones.

“Oh, John!” his mother chides before there is a lower muffle that he can’t quite make out.

While being hard of hearing allows him not to hear anything below a shout, the broken argument is still frustrating.

His parents might not need an excuse to fight, but he’d still like to know what it’s about. Gain intel for the inevitable coming days of being stuck in the middle.

Steve has a few guesses as to what it could be.

His mother bought a new car with her Christmas bonus finally topping up her bank account and thus justifying an indulgent and expensive purchase. His father always hates that.

Steve smirks.

If his father didn’t like that kind of independence, why did he marry a high-paid lawyer?

But, the more likely scenario considering his father’s apparent insistence he ‘doesn’t want to fight’ is that he is cheating again.

Cindy, his secretary, or someone new – take your pick.

The telltale signs have been there for a month or two. A renewed cheery attitude, longer office hours, a fresh haircut and new clothes.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, it might be a little bit of a motivator behind his mother’s car purchase too –

“ – Cindy!” his mother shrieks.

Yep, there it is.

Steve rolls off the bed, planting his feet on the carpet right by his shoes.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, scooping up his keys and wallet from the nightstand.

He’s just about halfway to Forest Hills, driving at a snail’s pace because he can’t see for snow, when he begins to regret his decision to leave the house.

Maybe he shouldn’t just barge in on the Munsons unannounced. Like sure, his friendship with Eddie is… teetering on not being entirely platonic. But this might be too much.

He always thought it was too much when he’d walk down to stay at Carol Perkins’ house for an impromptu sleepover. And there was always this awkward, knowing going on with the Wheeler’s when he was dating Nancy and spending a lot of time just hanging about.

Lingering for too long in the kitchen chatting to Karen or watching a game with Ted until the guy started snoring too loud to hear the commentators.

It was all there but largely unspoken.

Only Robin knows the details. And even then, he’s sure that her father’s friendliness towards him was partly due to his daughter telling him all about the trouble at the ‘ol Harrington house. He doesn’t blame his best friend for likely doing so. And he doesn’t consider it blabbing, either. Robin’s parents – her whole family – are amazing.

But some of his parent’s shit is stupid at best, hard to take at worst.

And he is scared to let Eddie in on it.

It’s too much.

He’s too much.

Being a Harrington is too much.

Wayne answers the door with a cup of cocoa that seems glued to his left hand in winter.

“Steve,” he says, voice gruff as ever despite a warm smile.

“Hi,” he replies, looking down at his snow-covered boots, “Eddie in?”

Of course, he’s in, his van is parked outside.

Steve can feel the warmth from inside the trailer. See the twinkle of lights from the Munson’s small, but heavily-decorated, Christmas tree. The smell of cocoa overpowering the ever-present hint of cigarettes.

“Eddie!” Wayne calls over his shoulder, “Steve’s here.”

In a flash, Eddie runs to the front door and practically bumps into his uncle.

“Come in!” he insists, wide-eyed as he looks past his shoulder at the falling snow.

And before Steve can even step in, Eddie is pulling him by his parka sleeve. He only just manages to scrape off his boots on the ‘Home Sweet Home’ adorned welcome mat.

“What some cocoa?” Eddie offers, eliciting a grumble from Wayne.

“I asked if you wanted some,” he chides.

“But Steve might want some,” Eddie grins.

“How about I heat up a pot now, and whoever wants some’s got it?” Wayne suggests, pursing his lips at Eddie and moving to the stove before his nephew can make any more requests.

“Follow me,” Eddie says, grabbing his hand, “I made cookies.”

He wiggles his brows and begins leading Steve to the kitchen.

As he is pulled along, Steve tries not to think about the fact that they are holding hands. Or how he wishes his fifteen-minute-ago Self had thought to bring an overnight bag and allowed himself to assume the Munsons would allow him to stay the night.

But it might be even harder to stop himself from squeezing his friend’s hand and lacing his fingers with Eddie’s.

Eddie lets go of his hand to gesture to the tray of Christmas-themed shapes, all looking a little too dark for gingerbread as they rest on the kitchen island.

“Pick one, Big Boy,” Eddie beams.

Steve reaches for a reindeer, flexing his fingers as he goes and commits the feeling of Eddie’s rings to memory.

“No!” Eddie shrieks, lightly smacking his hand enough that he drops it, leaving the cookie to snap in half as it falls back onto the tray, “His antlers are broken.”

“Christ, boy!” Wayne curses, stirring the pot on the stovetop.

Okay, a tree then…

“The star is missing!”

A bell?

“That was already snapped in half when I got them out of the oven”, Eddie admits with a tight-lipped smile.

Steve places his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes. To him, they all look at least a little crumbly – some he would even describe as lightly charred.

“How about you pick one for me then, Betty Crocker?” he chuckles.

Eddie giggles, twirling a lock of his hair as he carefully considers the tray of mostly broken, dry cookies.

He watches Eddie for a long enough time that Wayne pushes a mug into his hand, the warmth of Eddie’s hand remaining in place due to the heat of the cocoa. It’s a Chicago Cubs mug, one that he finds himself holding at some point each time he is here as if Wayne considers it Steve’s own.

He smiles for the first time in three days.

#i have a few days i've missed and fell behind finishing so i might go back and post them later #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington has bad parents #steve harrington angst #steddiemas #wayne munson #steddie #steddie fic #lily writes a fic #harrington family TM

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dianagj-art · 1 year

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Consider this a cover for the AU, it still has no name and at this point I refuse to give it one

All the links to the comic and main tags bellow the cut

Asks have been moved to ->> @separatedleoau

Concept

Comic Links:

Animation panels now have a black outline, also the pages with animations are in bold Mystic Mayhem 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 (tw flashing lights) / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 Research (just a small bonus) Little Warrior (backstory ep) 1 / 2 / 3 Newsworthy 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 /(updating fridays)

(there is more to come, just be patient) (Early comic access on Patreon)

Some other art I consider au canon (these are not in order)

The seed situation / p2

Golden marks

He has things to say / p2

Stab

Mikey's Taco Bell sidequest / p2

"Leo"

Dr. Delicate Touch

Main tags: #rottmnt separated au #separated leo au

Comic updates: #separated leo au comic

Crossover stuff: #slau crossover / #slau crossover (<- link to askblog)

Asks: #separated leo au asks

Ask blog @separatedleoau

Also I'm using #cw blood and/or #tw blood for the art that has blood just if you dont want to see that kind of thing you can block those taggs, if anyone feels like I also should be tagging anything else feel free to send an ask to tell me

Edit: added tw child abuse and cw child abuse, to some post at request

#rottmnt #rottmnt separated au #separated leo au #dg art #dg fanart

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see-arcane · 6 months

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What do you think each person from the drac pack would dress up as for Halloween?

Jonathan and Mina are a couple’s costume, no question. Gomez and Morticia Addams are the likeliest bet.

Lucy goes for a dramatique Shakespearean look. Ophelia or one of Macbeth’s witches.

Jack tries to play himself off as too mature for such things, but does ultimately crack and go for a Victor Frankensteinish look, complete with streaks, antique attire, and a (hopefully prop) bone saw.

Arthur is still very much Not one for scary style, so probably a more pop cultural costume. He likes going as superheroes, but sticks more with the comic book designs rather than movie versions. He doesn’t like how watered down the cinematic outfits look.

Quincey opts for subtler looks as he doesn’t like any getup he can’t easily maneuver in. He’s usually one to wear his own clothes, but with makeup jobs that make him ‘himself, but something happened.’ This results in Cowboy Ghost/Werewolf/Zombie/Alien etc.

Van Helsing is addicted to silly mascot costumes. Specifically because he likes to be on trick-or-treater duty and wants a friendly-silly character to greet the little kids at the door.

Renfield flips a coin between a stunning stage-ready reproduction of a Doctor Faustus costume or a chef. The latter’s props are…interesting. (He considers the night a win when Jack looks at the menu in his hand and reads what/who the main course is.)

BONUS:

Dracula cheats by dusting off his old warlord raiment and/or armor. He gets several compliments on the design and the realism of the maroon stains.

The Weird Sisters oddly avoid going as their namesakes. Straws are drawn between going as Jennifer Check, Tomie, and a Bride of Frankenstein with a severed Creature head for a purse.

#halloween #jonathan harker #mina harker #lucy westenra #jack seward #arthur holmwood #arthur godalming #quincey morris #abraham van helsing #r.m. renfield #dracula #brides if dracula #the weird sisters #dracula daily #re: dracula

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charliedawn · 7 months

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Not sure if you've been asked this before, but imagine a slasher with a nurse that's like John wick? (GN) like it's up to you if they're an assassin but just imagine how comical that'd be like one day they end up taking on like 20 people with ease- k!llin' people with a pencil (😭)

Bonus if we can get the Letters reaction🥺

"~Oh. You certainly know how to have fun."

He knew, but it doesn’t mean he enjoyed it any less. He saw you cutting and stabbing through flesh like it was nothing with stars in his eyes.

Penny helped you of course. But, he did enjoy watching you kill half of them in a matter of seconds.

"Well well…Looks like this kitty’s got nasty claws, huh ?"

Pennywise was agreeably surprised. He saw you kill with such ease. He didn’t expect it from you.

He thought you were sweet, but when he saw just how strong you were…He felt his respect growing towards you. Especially since he got to eat half of the guys you murdered.

Patricia was proud of you.

She looked at you for a moment before taking you in her arms.

"Aww…My little girl/boy all grown up and ready to stab. I am so proud of you."

Proud mother right there.

Michael had always been suspicious of you. The way you handled a knife was too precise and efficient. Only a true pro would be able to handle it like that.

But, he only realised how powerful you really were when you heard that one of the slashers had been assaulted and you didn’t even hesitate before stabbing the man/woman in the arm with a pen.

Michael had to stop you and he didn’t even want to. But the way you were going at it, you would have surely lost your job.

"A pen ?! A freaking pen ?!" *bursts out laughing*

You made Jack’s day. He knew you could be dangerous…but a pen ? Really ?

He could almost taste death in the room and it made him euphoric. He quickly grabbed a snack and leaned back as he enjoyed watching you be violent.

Norman would be a little puzzled at first, but he’d soon grow interested. He’d try to figure out where your learned to defend yourself and attack with such efficiency.

"That was rather impressive, my little monster…" *waits a few seconds before smirking* "…Do it again."

Norman is as bloodthirsty as they come. He likes to kill, but he’d be thrilled to see you take a life in front of him. It would be like watching an innocent little rabbit turn into a wolf.

Jason would be surprised.

He always saw you as the nice nurse who wouldn’t hurt a fly. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it at first, but he quickly got used to the idea. He then enjoyed watching you kill. That little sparkle in your eyes when you’d defend the slashers…

He’d even learn to enjoy seeing you have fun at it.

"High-five !" *proceeds to do just that*

Freddy already liked you, but when he saw you take on a whole team of infiltrated soldiers…He was impressed and aroused.

Freddy is high on pain and suffering. He feeds on fear and would love you even more for it.

The way you were covered in blood and seemed completely unfazed by it.

The way your eyes completely lost all light and you seemed calm as you stabbed three grown men in the chest.

The way you were barely short of breath after having completely wiped out the enemy.

Brahms barely spoke afterwards.

You thought he was mad at you, but you quickly understood that it was quite the opposite. He had seen a new side of you he didn’t expect. And frankly ? He liked it.

"…Ya know what ? Ya jus’ made me 100% more into ya, sugar. Consider me a fan."

Bo is violent. He likes violence. So, of course he’d love watching you kill people.

He’d stand there and watch your victims drop like flies with a smile on his face.

He thought about helping, but quickly realised you didn’t need any help and he just enjoyed the show.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #slashers #pennywise x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #norman bates x reader #the horde x reader #jack torrance x reader #bo sinclair x reader #slashers au #brahms heelshire x reader

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nattikay · 7 months

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this was originally a response to another post but it seems OP blocked me for it so idk if people can still see/interact with said response but heck it i spent a fair while collecting the panels/typing it up so i'm just transferring it over to a new post for anyone else who might be interested in readin'

"Neteyam has to act like a full grown adult [and we should feel bad for him because of this]"

No. Neteyam acts mature because that's his personality, not because it's been forced on him. He chooses to. The idea that he is forced against his will to "act grown-up" and is miserable about it is fanon, not canon.

James Cameron on Neteyam (from the WoW bonus features): "Jamie Flatters plays Neteyam, he's the older brother. He's kind of the guy who most wants to be Jake. He wants to be that warrior."

Jamie Flatters in that same clip:"He just pretty much wants to walk in the footsteps of his father. He's constantly seeking approval [from Jake]"

Note that neither of these, nor anything from the movie or comics, mention anything about external "expectations" or "pressure". Any "pressure" Neteyam experiences to live up to Jake's legacy comes from himself, not from external expectations that have been forced on him. Neteyam WANTS to be a warrior. He WANTS to be like his father and do brave mature grown-up things.

And for the most part, he's pretty good at it too. He's the "golden child" who "excels in all things", the youngest Omatikaya warrior to ever make a clean kill on a sturmbeest. He's strong, smart, brave, noble, and highly skilled for his age.

He knows this, and he wants to do more. Neteyam seeks out more responsibility, especially where fighting is concerned, and it's actually Jake who is hesitant to give it to him, because naturally he fears for his son's life (a very fair and well-founded fear, all things considered :P).

In fact, on the rare occasion that Neteyam does disobey orders, it's in this context of wanting to be part of these adult matters.

"he's too busy training and patrolling instead of acting his age" He is acting his age. His age is "cusp of adulthood". He's not quite there just yet, no, but he's getting close and is eager to get there. He trains and patrols with his parents because HE WANTS TO. He begs to participate in warrior's work.

And if by "act his age" you meant "do teenager things like tease his brother, snicker about immature things, hang out and goof off," etc., guess what he does that too

[originally had a list of relevant GIFs here but tumblr decided it was allergic to them apparently; anyways you can find them all here]

As for looking after his siblings, as a certified Oldest Sibling™ myself, I can assure you that parents expecting you to help look out for and set a good example for your younger siblings is very normal and nowhere near the mountain the fandom seems to make of this molehill.

There are valid reasons to feel sorry for Neteyam—he, like the rest of his family, had to leave his home and start over in a new unfamiliar place among a new clan of strangers with unfamiliar customs. He—not unlike Lo'ak!—desperately wants a chance to prove himself to Jake, and is frustrated when his dad doesn't want to let him participate in battle. And, of course, the big one—his life was tragically taken far too soon.

But "overworked little sadboi who just wants to Be A Kid™ but can't because his meanie parents force him to act like a Grownup™ because he's under Pressure™ to be the perfect future olo'eyktan" is not one of those reasons. That's pure fanfiction and a fundamental misunderstanding of his character. Neteyam is not "wannabe-carefree kid trapped under the crushing weight of expectations forced upon him against his will"—rather, he is "talented noble young warrior who wants to live up to his legendary father of his own volition and strives to do so".

#very sorry that movie neteyam and fanfic neteyam are different idk what else to tell ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#avatar #avatar 2 #neteyam #sully family #[edit] ok good removing the gifs worked it's properly showing up on my dash now #why are u like this tumblr -_-

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relaxxattack · 2 years

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i want to consume homestuck, uve convinced me.

BUT HOW IT SEEMS CONFUSING

do not worry!! here's a little guide.

DON'T read on the official website... the company that bought it didn't care about it and did an absolutely shit job at preserving it, most of the games and animations are broken and replaced by annoying walkthroughs or shitty quality videos.

download the unofficial collection! it's preserved not JUST homestuck but also all official homestuck media, like the soundtrack albums, bonus comics, additional websites and all kinds of cool stuff!

the unofficial collection has a ton of customization options for reading. i would absolutely recommend new reader mode, because it hides away any spoilers that could pop up. it'll also notify you when something new is revealed, like a new soundtrack album or bonus comic! that way, you experience things in the same order they came out originally!

there's also mods you can add to the collection- i recommend this one if you're reading with an audience or if you prefer to not see a lot of early 2000s gamer language (which can include ableist slurs)

then, just enjoy! and don't freak out if it seems confusing- advice that i found helpful is to consider homestuck a video game. when new words are introduced don't panic, just pay attention to how they're used-- each item/concept is usually explained and then practiced exactly like in a video game tutorial, so eventually you'll be a pro at all of the concepts you'd never heard before

have fun! :D

#homestuck #let me tell you about homestuck

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moonit3 · 4 days

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˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ MAKING YOU MINE

⟡ cw: male yandere, biting, blood, violence towards reader, amab/m! reader but with neutral pronouns, implied future noncon but nothing written about it, choking, toxic behavior.

⟡ word count: 1.5 k

⟡ yandere! male boss x amab! reader

⟡ notes: can this be considered as a rewrite? probably not, since there isn’t much than a few similarities between the original piece with leonard and this one is way better, I promise. unfortunately this won’t include any nsfw content as i still struggling how to write amab! readers, so please don’t mean to me.

when your boss invited you to attend one of the most popular conferences of the world, you had to accept it. not only you would gain an extra bonus from the next couple of months, but also who doesn’t enjoy staying in a five star hotel with everything paid? you didn’t waste time to pack your stuff and travel across the word along with leonard, the ceo of the company you works at.

your mind already made plans to relax at a grand hotel room that has the size of your childhood house, perhaps a bath full of bubbles? sleeping in a bed so soft that makes your body think is clouds? or even better, eating all the food from the menu! that would be amazing plans if you haven’t learn that you will be sharing the same room with leonard himself…

“you look quite disappointed,” he said. “didn’t you know that as my assistant during the conference, you will have to share the bedroom as a way to prevent you from leaking information about my next project.”

the man arrange his tie when his eyes stare at you laying down at the king size bed, already having given up after learning the horrible news of having to be his unwilling roommate for the rest of the travel. it’s almost comical to see that one of his employees is now looking like a dead corpse, he would laugh if hasn’t worry about your current state.

“bold them to assume that i would remember of those secret projects when i can’t even remember of what i ate yesterday.” a laugh came out of your throat when rolling over the bed to reach for your phone. without thiking much, you began scrolling over social media to find something interest or a silly game to lose time before today’s conference start.

when you do find some game worth to waste time, your phone was quickly stolen from your hands by no other than leonard himself.

“give me that!” you got up from the bed and tried to reach for your precious little phone at his hands, even standing on the tips of your toes to try to grab it from him. “don’t be stupid, sir! you are too old to act like a little kid.”

of course, your words didn’t made any difference on his behavior. what would you expect from a guy who inherited dad’s company instead of climbing the social ladder to archive it? you know that leonard is one of those guys who think they can have anything by using money or threats. and you have a feeling that you will fall into his trap soon.

between one of your attempts to reach out for you smartphone, he throws your precious item away into the ground, smashing it in million pieces all over the wooden floor. the sudden loud noise made you freeze in front of him, too scared to act out of fear of what he is going to do next. is he angry at you for acting this way? you hope not, he is the one to blame for it. and he was the one that started it.

silence took over, you didn’t dare to speak a word with leonard’s sharp eyes looking down at your face. damn it, why he got to be so tall? he already looks so intimidating during work hours back at the company and now having smashed your phone to the ground only twice that feeling growing inside your body.

before you create any courage to say a word or two, he began laughing like a mad man while you can only imagine what is going on inside his head. seconds ago, he looked ready to yell at you for his own mistakes and now he is just laughing? rich people are weird, your grandfather was right.

one of his hand lays on your cheek, caressing it like he has known you for ages. it seems that make him feel better, his lips curves into a small smile with his finger trancing all over you [pale/tanned/dark…] face.

in your perspective, his affection or whatever you call that, it’s making you feel horrible. the expression on your face says all, you aren’t comfortable by having a man touching your face like this and you wish he stopped with it. however, when you try to move away, leonard harshly grabs your face and brings you even closer to him. his touch on your face is cruel, almost like he could rip apart the skin away from your cheeks and just throw you across the room.

“you are pathetic, [name].” he said. “you know that, right?”

his words hurt you, it made you feel horrible knowing that a man you often look up to is saying something like that right at your face. between the newly sobs coming out of your throat, you manage to beg him to let it go and unfortunately, he doesn’t listen to your pleading. instead, his grip only gets tighter as he brings your closer to him, now you can feel his breath right at your neck. the smells reminds you of those expensive drinks and even more expensive cologne that you could only dream to afford for yourself.

your mind was preparing you for a slap, maybe a punch right onto your nose that would leave you feeling like a piece of trash. but imagine your expression when you only felt his lips brushing against yours in a lustful and rough kiss. by your instincts, you succeeded push him away, just for a fleeting moment you saw his eyes full of fury, making you freeze.

“i-I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t meant to—“

you didn’t get to finish your pleadings, not when leonard’s hands quickly wrapped around your throat and began squeezing it like you were nothing, but one of those squishy toys. his strength is too much for you to fight against it, so you simply give up in trying to put up a struggle for him.

it took less than a minute to your vision to become pure darkness, leaving you completely at the mercy of your boss. even with your mind telling to open your eyes and try to put fight, you body can’t handle simple commands to put a fight against him. indeed, you are stupid to believe that you had a chance to fight leonard…

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water.

the liquid that means essences of all living being of this planet flows over your naked skin, hitting the large bruise around your neck left and the freshly ones that leonard gave you as the result of trying to mark you as his only. the crimson coming out of newly formed bite marks around your chest and neck was way too much be clean by a cloth. so he had to bring you inside the bathtub, took off your clothes and didn’t waste the chance to join you in.

there isn’t a place where leonard hasn’t touch your sleeping body, well with the exception of a certain place. the man would wait to tease your cock for when you fully regain your consciousness, just so he can admire your lewd expressions and record it to keep you in place. he knows it’s wrong, but can he blame himself when you are just too addicted? you are a drug that he can’t control it and he wants more and more of the weird sensation that you brings to him.

once the blood stopped coming out of your injuries, leonard decided it was the perfect time just relax inside the bathtub without caring about the world outside this hotel room. he turned the water off, letting the cold air hit his skin as the water disappeared down the drain. even sleeping, you body searched for a heat source and as he expected, your body moved around to find a heat source that is him.

it’s pathetic how your body acts without any shame to get closer to his, trying to bind yourself onto him to keep yourself warm. how leonard wishes to have brought his waterproof camera to catch this intimate moment between you and him, but there is no worry when he knows there will plenty of moments like this to record in a soon future.

he knows your life won’t be the same when you open your eyes to see your boss handing your naked body so personal, and leonard can already imagine how surprised you will be when hearing about your new position as his spouse. will you try to fight with him? probably not, only if you wish to carry more marks over you body. the most applaudable possibility is you agreeing with his statement with fear controlling both your physique and mind, afraid that he will killed you.

“my dear mine,” carrying your sleeping figure towards the bed, leonard can only smirk when taking a final look before putting a robe on you. “you have no idea what you makes me feel.”

@moonit3 . don’t repost it, don’t modify it, don’t plagiarize, translate it without my permission.

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assumptionprime · 4 months

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So does zhusen start transitioning irl in the main comic or bonus comics

Zhusen’s life outside of Realm of Quests has not really made an appearance. I lightly implied she had started transitioning IRL in her coming out story (she comments that a $10 character recustomization is a lot easier than the real life process) but nothing concrete in the comics. Experience Boost was really focused on the players as it related to the game they all played together. For Zhusen’s story it was about her place in the community (beloved for her kindness) and how it was a place she could more freely and easily transition both socially and in appearance.

I think getting into her IRL transition might have felt a bit out of place considering how little of anyone else’s IRL life was in the comic, and I personally would have felt uncomfortable writing about it when I was making the comic, being that I was, at the time, Very Definitely Cis™ .

#asks

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llosna · 4 months

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How Lunara and Loar met

I was wondering how Loar ended up meeting Lunara (@basketobread) and the others if they weren't the one meeting with Lae'zel and Shadowheart first, and then I had a revelation...

Loar childhood's biggest event was her poisoning their entire village, in the underdark, as a revenge and to escape being a live sacrifice. They also now have a constant beef with Lolth Drows worshipper... So what would happen if they find out a certain goblins camp have a drow who worship Lolth as one of it's leader ?

Anyway, this was supposed to be a fast little comic but it still took me a few hours lmao

And here how's Loar got caught putting poison in the goblins wine's supply by a group of gay people !

They got that tadpole connection just after that, and Lunara proposed them to join her little group, wich Loar accepted considering they also, did not wish to transform into a tentacule man

Also here a bonus

(Loar is 1 meter 53 tall)

#bg3 #lunara #loar #my art #bg3 tav #digital art #comic

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ribbonstrawberrysurprise · 4 months

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Possible Mia Ikumi Doujin Penname

First off, thanks to @berrychanx who found the initial doujin listing and @kuro93 who I know also looked into this and bought some of her works! Second off, warning for some suggestive doujin covers and other art, although there's nothing truly explicit.

First things first, I want to say that I sat on this information for a little bit considering if it was appropriate to speculate since Ikumi never chose to make this connection publicly. Ultimately I've decided to go through with it since imo the artstyle is instantly recognizable, so it'd come out eventually. I also found some still-up online accounts associated with this penname, and I know that's a thing the fandom has wanted to see for a long time. I'd ask that you please be respectful with this info and keep in mind it is NOT confirmed and that Mia Ikumi has passed away.

I'd also like to make clear that I'm totally uninterested in trying to figure out her birth name or track down any other personal info on her life that she didn't choose to share in doujin, her website, manga notes, interviews, etc. That feels very out of line. Finding other pennames can help us fans catalogue more of her work, but finding her real identity does nothing but violate her privacy.

So that's kind of where I'm at right now. If you feel differently about whether it's right to speculate on Ikumi's doujin works, or if you don't want to see anything even a little suggestive, please turn back now.

We know for sure that Mia Ikumi was a penname, since that was confirmed in ads for Re-Turn when she changed one of the characters.

征海美亜＊征海未亜よりペンネーム変更されました Ikumi Mia *Ikumi Mia yori penneemu henkou saremashita Mia Ikumi (征海美亜) *[Her] penname was changed/altered/revised from Mia Ikumi (征海未亜)

Prior to her return to Nakayoshi with some TMM anniversary art and then the 2020 Re-Turn short, the last work she published under that name was Koi Cupid, way back in 2005-08.

There's always been speculation as to whether she continued drawing manga under a different penname, but there was never any official word from her once her website went down, since she was not active under that name under any social media or on Pixiv. We also had no idea how her art might have evolved in the years since her last official release, so there was no guarantee we'd recognize any work of hers if we saw it. The first anyone saw of her art post-website was back in 2015 when she drew some art of Ichigo and then Ichigo, Mint, and Lettuce for the 60th anniversary of Nakayoshi.

https://hikayagami.tumblr.com/post/132481043559/more-nakayoshi-60th-anniversary-mew-mew-art-from https://hikayagami.tumblr.com/post/118704238761/ichigo-momomiya-in-her-cafe-mew-mew-uniform-drawn https://hikayagami.tumblr.com/post/130755109662/new-picture-of-ichigo-minto-retasu-drawn-by

As you can see, this art featured a pretty different art style than she'd had 2 decades back.

(Sidenote: it seems she also did some art for the 55th anniversary, back in 2010, but this is much closer to the dates when she was working under the Mia Ikumi name and has roughly the same art style as OG TMM: https://hikayagami.tumblr.com/post/151430694480/doodles-of-ichigo-and-berry-drawn-by-mia-ikumi )

Obviously, starting in 2019, she then went on to release the two-shot manga TMM 2020 Re-Turn, some miscellaneous promo art (Blu-ray bonus comic, Alice in Wonderland merch, Smewthie fanart, etc.), and finally new covers and bonus comics for most of the rereleased manga volumes before her passing. Between the works she published in the 90s-early 2000s and all of this new art, we have a pretty good sample size of her artstyle over time. So it was only a matter of time before someone stumbled on something familiar looking…

Berrychanx found a listing (https://jp.mercari.com/item/m11046282201 ) for an Idolmaster doujin called Room Fight! created as a collab between 2 doujin circles/artists: Nameless Color (ねーむれすからー) and Komomo+ (こももぷらす), published by Poco Poco in 2014. The seller specifically noted that the style looks very similar to Mia Ikumi's, and it's very hard to argue! The hands especially look the way that Ikumi has always drawn them, and the eyes, facial expressions, and hair shading is pretty much one to one for Re-Turn.

Nameless Color has some other works, but they aren't in this same artstyle at all. Therefore, the one whose style matches Mia Ikumi's is Komomo+.

https://doujinrepublic.com/product/tag_page.html?tags=85361&ref=product_page&type=rel_tag_circle

As far as I can tell, the doujin circle is named Poco Poco, and the artist's penname is Komomo Kozakura (小桜小桃) or later Komomo (小桃) or Komomo+ (written as こももぷらす). There's a lot of variation in which spelling is used across doujin sites, and sometimes Komomo is listed as the circle name rather than Poco Poco, but I'm unsure as to whether this is a change in how presumed-Ikumi branded herself or just a lack of organization in the websites. Also, the Room Fight! doujin is categorized under komomo+ (https://www.suruga-ya.jp/product/detail/ZHORE153927) and under Komomo Kozakura (https://ecs.toranoana.jp/tora/ec/item/040030276511/ ), so I’m sure they’re the same person and not just 2 people in the same circle.

Here are the titles I could find under all of these names across various websites in approximate publishing order:

https://www.suruga-ya.jp/search?category=&search_word=&ck=true&inStock=On&person_id=1051050 https://www.suruga-ya.jp/search?category=&search_word=&ck=true&inStock=On&person_id=2874482 https://www.suruga-ya.jp/search?category=&search_word=&person_id=2864627 https://ecs.toranoana.jp/tora/ec/cot/circle/LUPA2D6P8476d16Qd687/all/

The main fandoms are Idolmaster, Kantai Collection, and Strike Witches. It's immediately obvious how much they look like Ikumi's style, from small details like the faces to larger things like how she tends to pose characters on her covers. They range from 2008-2016, and you can see that earlier works look a little more like her TMM-era art while later stuff is way more Re-Turn.

So is that all the new info? Do we need to track down and buy these doujin to get any more new info on Mia Ikumi? Well, that’s definitely a thing you can do! But there’s one other avenue.

You see, the title page of Girls Fight! does lead to a now defunct webpage: pocopoco.sblo.jp

https://web.archive.org/web/20081201000000*/pocopoco.sblo.jp

The Wayback Machine has 5 captures for this website: 12/31/08, 2/25/11, 6/3/13, 4/25/16, and 3/14/23. The latest one just shows the same error page not found message as if you try and go to the site now, but the others all have blog entries ranging from 2008 to the end of 2015 (i.e., starting RIGHT after the end of Koi Cupid/Mia Ikumi's professionally published/official manga career).

https://web.archive.org/web/20090103031628/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/article/20797588.html https://web.archive.org/web/20160425011557/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/article/170290508.html

Mostly these posts are either drawings or advertisements for a new book she's selling at a con or online by mail order, so there’s a whole bunch of new art. (Warning: there's nothing outright nsfw, but some of these images are probably the most suggestive ones I link in this post, moreso than even most of the doujin covers. Use your own judgment!) The rest of the posts are personal diary entries.

(Sidenote: I am NOT going to translate this whole blog because there’s a whole bunch of text! I looked through the available pages, and the auto-translated version is fine for getting a basic understanding. If you have questions about a specific post, feel free to ask, though! Right off the bat, the text on the big image at the top of the earlier captures, the one with the green-haired catgirl in a red outfit, is just a paraphrasing of the post where she explains her categories/tags to help you navigate the site https://web.archive.org/web/20090103030651/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/article/21376253.html )

This website, crucially, also links to Komomo's pixiv account (Username: 小桃/Komomo), which is still up!

https://www.pixiv.net/users/3966440

(I was logged in when I accessed the page, so it's possible you may need an account to view it. Please do keep in mind this is not an account publicly associated with Ikumi/TMM and that the owner is likely deceased. We don't need to leave random comments and messages.)

The oldest picture is from 2012, when she created it (she posts about this), and the most recent picture is from 2018, so you can really see the artstyle shift here as well. There is no reference to TMM or Mia Ikumi anywhere.

The blog also links to her NicoNico page (Username: 小桃/Komomo), where she posted a few Vocaloid covers from 5/16/10 to 6/4/11.

https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/16890918/

She talks about uploading these covers on her blog under her utattemita/”I tried singing” tag: https://web.archive.org/web/20160425011607/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/category/907578-1.html

So, the art definitely matches with what we know of Mia Ikumi’s art, both from published works and stuff posted online to her official website, ikumimia.chu.jp (Hika posted some of the website art here and here if you aren’t familiar)

(As a tangent, that website seems to have been created at or before 5/7/07 and gone offline sometime between 7/1/10 and 7/27/11, so there was definitely a period where she was working under both identities at once…)

But is there any other info linking Komomo and Mia Ikumi?

The site doesn't give much personal detail about Komomo irl, but it does say she was born in spring, and Mia Ikumi's birthday was March 27th.

プロフィール名前小桜小桃です。一言:春生まれです。 Profile My name is Komomo Kozakura. In a word, I was born in spring.

There's also a diary entry about her getting a Scottish fold kitten for her mom in 2008 after the family cat passed away 2 years back. We know from the bonus comics in the TMM manga that Mia Ikumi had a Scottish fold.

スコティッシュフォールドという種類のキャリコなお嬢さん。 A calico lady called a Scottish fold.

https://web.archive.org/web/20081231223544/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/category/627816-1.html

Komomo also says she’s interested in gothic lolita clothing and that she dresses up at events. We know Mia Ikumi also dressed up for events, since that’s in her bio, and she drew her outfits in manga bonus page.

＊ゴスロリの部屋＊小桜小桃の趣味のページです。主に持っている服やアイテム、欲しいモノの紹介、ゴスロリに関する事とかも書いていこうと思います。 *Gothic Lolita Room* A page about Komomo Kozakura’s hobby. Mainly I’ll write about clothing items I own, stuff I want, and things related to gothic lolita fashion.

https://web.archive.org/web/20160425154652/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/category/627812-1.html

今回のコミケはカゼのため、コスとかせずに防寒重視でいったのですが Because I had a cold at this Comiket, I went without any kind of costume to focus on keeping warm

https://web.archive.org/web/20160425154658/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/category/627816-1.html

Between the art, the timeline of when things were posed vs Ikumi's public career, and the small bits of overlapping info on the artists' lives, I'm very confident that Mia Ikumi and Komomo Kozakura are two pennames for the same artist.

As for why, we can only speculate. I will say it's pretty common for artists to use a different penname for doujin work vs professional work, although some keep it more secret than others. It's especially common if the doujin work is more risque than the professional, which is the case here. I'll also say that almost all of Ikumi's post-TMM works were fairly short. Only One Wish may have been imagined as a one-volume anthology from the start, but it seems like TMM a La Mode and Repure may have been canceled early based on rushed endings with a lack of follow-up on plot points. Comi Digi +, the magazine in which Koi Cupid was published, got discontinued in 2008, presumably ending that series early as well. Ikumi also seems pretty annoyed with her editor in the a La Mode bonus comics, so possibly she was frustrated with baggage of the Mia Ikumi identity and wanted a fresh start.

Possibly she stopped putting out work around 2018 or possibly she started working under another penname. Maybe that was when Nakayoshi got in contact with her to begin planning for ReTurn, Ole/Au Lait, New, the TMM Blu-ray, the manga re-release, etc.

In conclusion, it seems like there are many more works by the artist known as Mia Ikumi than we'd thought previously, plus slightly more of a web presence, although this seems to have ended years before the TMM 20th anniversary renaissance. It's possible there are more accounts under the Komomo/小桃 name or under another penname that might be found in the future.

#Tokyo Mew Mew #Mia Ikumi #Meta

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falconearring · 9 months

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The way you draw Etho is so freakin GENDER!!!!! and I love your zombie au so much!!! Is there anything you've really wanted to talk about with the au that no one's asked about yet? :D

First of all, thank you for reading/enjoying the things I've been drawing!! Second of all, what I want to talk about could fill a novel or two, but I've settled on flowers today.

A couple months back, I decided to assign a handful of characters in the AU flowers. Mostly just for fun, but I do use them in my illustrations, and Joel and Lizzie's flower makes an appearance in the comic.

Technically, the meanings of some of the flowers below can change depending on color and who you ask. I chose whatever I jived with most.

Anyhow, here they are;

Cleo-Hyssop

In general this flower represents humility, repentance and sacrifice. I've seen in my travels that it's mentioned in the bible, in the context of cleansing/forgiveness. Fun hyssop fact, it's actually a garden herb from the mint family.

Etho-White Lily

White lilies are all over the place in terms of meanings and associations, so I'll only touch on what specifically applies. They're a popular funeral and wedding decoration. The color white is heavily associated with purity, but I chose these for their ties with death and rebirth. Them being a popular sympathy flower is a bonus, considering he's presumed dead for the majority of the comic.

Joel and Lizzie-Morning Glory

Morning glory has a handful of meanings, but the most popular ones are all centered around love; love in vain, undying love, sometimes even obsession. I like the way morning glory twists around things, it's one of my favorite flowers despite it's weed status. In general, morning glory is known to smother nearby plants and they require a lot of consistent effort to get rid of. This is pretty well known, but most morning glory blooms in the morning and closes in the evening.

Grian and Scar-Poppies

This is a really popular fandom thing already, and I think death and remembrance are really fitting for them. They're also closely associated with sleep, peace, undying love and sacrifice. I associate them very strongly with the Wizard of Oz, and that movie strikes a really great balance of nightmare and reverie for me.

Martyn-Hemlock

It feels weird to talk about characters I haven't introduced yet, but I'm doing it anyway for the prank of it all. In Victorian era flower language this flower is tied to the phrase 'You will be my death.' Hemlock is (allegedly) associated with dark arts like necromancy and it's generally seen as a sign of danger.

I only went ahead and chose flowers for people who have really important roles in the story, so apologies 75% of the characters aren't listed. Just a fun little list, I don't know if folks are as crazy about flowers as me, but anyways thanks for reading! Below is a lil scribble I did up on tracing paper back in February.

Take care!!

#falconearringzombieau #asks #life series au #ethoslab #i dont feel much like main tagging everyone mentioned

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ezdotjpg · 2 months

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have you ever considered making a physical version of your bonus links comic?

I've love to buy a physical copy!

i am considering it! it would take quite a bit of reformatting tho, because I format the pages to be read vertically online 🤔 and the older pages would need to have their text bubbles completely redone lol

I’ve also been considering like. a bonus links art book? Which might be a little easier to compile. With a bunch of the concept art and little doodles I’ve done over the past few years, and some new art/bonus comics too. Both would be a lot of work but if people really are interested 👀👀

#textdotjpg #askdotjpg #i also have ideas for charms………

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maybestoryideas · 2 years

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TWST Imagine #2

Imagine being gifted a doll that’s been designed to look strikingly similar to one of your favorite classmates. Now imagine you don’t realize it’s a voodoo doll.

While most students were enjoying the end of the school day by hanging out with friends or getting a drink at the Mostro Longue, you were busy restocking the shelves and keeping an ear open for new customers at Mr. S’s Mystery Shop. It’s not a lot of money, but it should be enough to keep Grim from eating you out of house and home with a little leftover to spend on yourself. You take a step back to get a full view of the aisle. Everything looks good until you notice the bottom shelf looking a little bare, so you head to the backroom, giving Sam a quick nod when you pass by the front counter, and begin searching the shelves at random. It doesn’t take long for you to find the proper supplies, grab as much as you can carry, and head back to the aisles. Then something catches your attention on the way out of the room; a pair of bright button eyes.

There, at the back of the shelf, propped up by a few bottles of snake oil, lies a row of dolls. Each of them has a tiny plush body with a comically big head and a pair of buttons for eyes. Something that cute and unassuming in a messy storeroom would be enough to tip anyone off, but what piqued your curiosity was how they were obviously tailored after your friends. Same hair, same eyes, they even have little accessories. Careful not to drop any of your supplies, you carefully picked up the one you initially spotted and lifted it off the shelf. A perfect replica of Deuce stares back at you with a stitched on smile; his eyes are the right shade of bright blue.

“Hey, Ko oni-chan! You’d better not be sleeping back here!”

Before you can put the doll back where you found it, Sam’s already peeking through the doorway and staring you down. Despite his friendly smile, his eyes hold an unreadable expression.

“S-Sorry!” you quickly return the plush Deuce to his rightful spot, “I was just getting some more stock; I’ll be right there!”

Your attempts to exit the storeroom are halted when your boss steps through the doorway and joins you at the shelf.

“Ah, so you found your little friends,” he laughs, “I’d forgotten that I had ‘em lying around.”

The line of individual dolls nearly stretches the length of the shelf, how does anyone forget something like that? Wait, does this mean Sam made these himself? There’s no way this is just a coincidence.

“I should probably get back to work,” you try to make your way past Sam, but he doesn’t move.

“You can take one if you’d like,” he says without even blinking.

“What?”

“The dolls. Why don’t you take one? It’s better than just keeping them on a dusty shelf.”

“Oh, um… I don’t know…”

“Don’t be so shy,” he continues, “Tell ya what, why don’t I sweeten the deal? Pick out a doll, and I’ll throw in some extra treats. Consider it a bonus for a job well done!”

And this is why Sam is in charge of the storefront while you’re in charge of stocking the shelves. Less than a minute later, you’re walking out of the shop with a bag full of goodies, a new plushie, and no idea what just happened. Sam waves you off as you walk back to Ramshackle.

“Have fun, ko oni-chan~”

Ace

Once you’re finally back in your room, you take out the little plushie of Ace from the bag. Even in doll form, he still has that mischievous smirk and playful twinkle in his eyes. No doubt he’d be giving you the exact same expression if he found out you bought a miniature doll of him.

‘What’s this?’ he would say, ‘You were lonely without me so you settled for a doll? That’s pretty lame…’

You laugh and hold up little Ace, matching his grin.

“Hey! I’m Ace Trappola! I’m always coming up with ways to cause trouble that requires (Name) bailing me out, whether it’s thinking up a crazy scheme or something as simple as forgetting to do my homework. Why? Oh, that’s just because it’s the only way I know how to get attention. But don’t you dare go picking on the prefect; only I’m allowed to do that! Say one mean thing and BAM! Right in the face! Yeah that’s right, I’m a simp! So what?!”

The Heartslabyul garden is filled with the sound of barely contained laughter. Cater is doing everything he could to keep himself from breaking down, otherwise it’d be the only sound on the recording. Riddle looks thoroughly irritated, Trey can only give an amused smile, and Deuce is an equal combination of the two with a hint of mortification.

Then there’s Ace. The red heart on his face pales in comparison to the bright scarlet that’s washed his entire head and neck. His mouth is still agape from his impromptu declaration, but any words he can come up with fizzle into nothing. His brain’s going a mile a minute, trying to figure out why he just blurted out that proverbial word vomit. It’s not like he meant it ; at least not all of it. But before he can say anything else, someone finally speaks up.

“While I’m glad to see that you’re finally addressing the root of your behavior,” Riddle says, “I’ll ask you to refrain from doing so in such a public and spectacular confession. Especially during an Unbirthday, of all times.”

“W-What? But I don’t-”

“Do I make myself clear, Ace?”

The look Riddle gives him has no room for compromise, so he sinks back into his chair.

“Yes, sir…”

For the rest of the party, Ace is terrified of opening his mouth, lest he start blabbering again. When he looks over at the other students, he immediately notices that Cater’s staring at his phone - more intensely than usual. Ace knows he’s going to regret saying anything, but he meanders over to the third-year.

“Let me guess, I’m trending on Magicam?”

“Maybe,” Cater grins, “So, that little speech you gave sure was something. Did you come up with that on the fly, or has this been something you’ve been wanting to say for a while now?”

“No way, I don’t even know why I said any of that stuff,” he rebukes, “I swear, someone must have put something in the food like a truth-telling potion.”

“Ah, so you admit it’s the truth?”

“No! Well, okay, maybe half-truths!”

Cater full on giggling and Ace can feel the heat crawling back up his face.

“I can’t wait to tell (Name)!”

Ruggie

Grim watches as you giggle, poking and petting the Ruggie shaped doll in your hands, before he sighs and joins you on the sofa.

“Why did you have to get a doll? Why not something we can actually use like food?”

“Hey, it’s not like I was planning on buying him; Sam gave him to me for free.” you smile, “But I’m glad he did. The little guy’s almost as lovable as the real Ruggie.”

“You’re so weird.”

Unlike a normal stuffed toy, the doll seems to be made out of all sorts of different material. Bits of felt, cotton, and even leather make up his body and clothes, but curious of all is his ears. Soft but not flimsy, you find yourself petting and playing with his hair and ears the most. Would Ruggie’s real ears feel the same if you pet him? Yeah right, as if he’d ever let you do something like that.

“I guess I’ll just have to settle for Ruggie-doll,” you say, petting his hair with a sigh.

Ruggie just needs to put the food on Leona’s desk - it’s ten paces away - and then he can leave; it won’t take long. He counts in his head, focusing on not spilling anything, and he’s there at nine. He’s in the middle of putting the tray down when he feels it.

A hand running down his tail.

The clatter of the ceramic and silverware slamming onto the desk makes Leona sit up in bed and glare at the hyena.

“Oi, you better not have spilled anything.”

“S-Sorry…”

Now that’s not a response Leona was expecting. Coupled with the flushed face, it’s more than enough to tell him that something’s wrong.

“You’re hiding something, Ruggie. Whatever it is, you might as well spit it out. I’m not eating that food if you’re sick,”

“I’m not sick,” Ruggie sighed, cleaning up the little bits of food that went flying, “Someone’s just using their magic to mess with me, that’s all.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing! I swear! I haven’t been causin’ any trouble lately!”

“I’ll bet. Find out what’s going on and fix it. You’re no good to me like this.”

“Yes, Leona-san.”

He all but scrambles out of the room, slamming the door behind him just as he feels a brush against his ears. Yeah, he’s gotta fix this fast. He runs through every encounter he’s had over the past few days, still trying to think of anything of note even when he’s in bed.

“No, no. Not those guys either… Maybe someone from the lunch rush…”

Something - or someone - rubs against his ears again and the tension in his neck melts. Ruggie tries to stay alert, but the exhaustion of the day coupled with the feeling of someone petting his ears is taking a toll on his body. It’s getting harder to keep his eyes open but when he closes them, he can practically see the perpetrator. Running their fingers through his hair and gently scratching the one spot behind his ears before softly brushing their fingers against it. For a moment Ruggie could’ve sworn he heard them laugh, and it’s such a sweet sound. Sweet enough that he presses his head against their hand as he falls asleep.

Idia

“Why did you pick that one?”

Grim stared down at the tiny Idia doll - Chibi-Idia, you decided - with a look that was a mix between confused and annoyed. His tail flicks back and forth, and the fires in his ears are starting to glow a little brighter. You quickly scoop up the doll before Grim can do anything to the poor thing.

“Don’t talk to Chibi-Idia that way!”

“You already named it? Why?! It’s just as creepy as the real deal.”

“Well I happen to like both Idias,” you state matter-of-factly. The little monster eyes the doll before scoffing and walking off.

“Fine, I’ll go see what snacks you got.”

Once he’s out of sight, you relax and lie back in bed, holding up Chibi-Idia. Just like the real Idia, the mouth sewn onto his face is curved into a frown. You suppose it’s more realistic that way, but it’s kind of sad, too. Is the real Idia frowning right now, or is he smiling?

“I hope you’re smiling…”

“...You look so much better when you’re smiling.”

What the heck?!

Idia lifts off one headphone and looks up from the screens. As usual, he’s the only one in his room, even though he could’ve sworn he heard you right beside him. Perhaps it’s someone online? No, it’s your voice. He’s heard you enough times to know the difference. So he must be imagining things. Right, that has to be it. As if you’d ever tell him something like that.

“I don’t care what others say; I think you’re pretty cool.”

Maybe he’s got some recording playing in the background, though Idia doesn’t remember ever hearing you say something so sweet, least of all directed to him. He pauses the game and begins going through his programs, looking for the recording. His search comes up short. Nothing.

Just what is happening?

“You’re so smart, but also so creative.”

He rips his headphones off and does a full 180 in his chair. The lights are off, but the room’s illuminated in a blue light; it’s enough for him to tell that he’s all alone in his room. How long has he been gaming for? Maybe he should lie down. Or at least find a different game to play.

“And the way you literally light up whenever you get passionate about something…”

Is he being haunted by a ghost? It’s the only explanation Idia can think of. He can feel it, a pair of arms draped over his shoulders, lips right next to his ear, and a puff of breath against his skin.

“I wonder, do you ever see yourself the way I do?”

His hands go to where yours would be, only to grab the fabric of his jacket.

“Maybe one day…”

You laugh. Oh, no, not the laugh. It rattles around his skull and fills up his chest. The pale blue light in the room starts to tinge to a soft pink.

“Oh well. Goodnight, Chibi-Idia…”

Then, silence.

A minute passes before Idia returns to his computer, quickly scrubbing through security footage as quickly as possible. Then he finds it. A recording of you leaving the school store, carrying a bag with a tuft of bright blue poking out. The recording is less than an hour old.

Idia can’t hold back his grin.

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