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harukapologist · 4 months

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i never noticed your blog title. i am no.2 0109 siblings enjoyer. do you have headcanons for them too? (i am begging, respectfully)

OH MY GOD YIPPIE YIPPIE FINALLY SOMEONE ASKED ME FOR 0109 SIBLINGS HCS.... Ive been waiting for an ask like this for such a long time thank you... AND YAY FELLOW 0109 SIBLINGS ENJOYER worry not i have plenty!!! for both haruka & mikoto and haruka & john

-THEY BOTH LIKE ART!!!! haruka liking art & drawing is a hc of mine that i adore... and mikoto canonically likes art, but feels that he isnt good at it. at first he watches haruka draw and praises him and then one day haruka asks mikoto to draw him something, mikoto is like "oh im not that good of an artist actually..." but then picks up the pen and haruka is MESMERIZED by mikoto's art he's like. Oh my god. Please teach me. You're an amazing artist.... and Mikoto is really surprised because no one ever praised his art like this before. And he already sees Haruka as a great artist so he feels really encouraged to draw again. and they both spend a lot of time drawing together....

-mikoto likes sketching more & is great at it, but haruka likes painting more & is great at it, so sometimes mikoto will sketch something and haruka colors it, and the other way around if they wanna experiment. and they give each other tips (Haruka is very shy to give mikoto tips but mikoto is like " I'd love to hear your opinion on my art, i want to paint more like you!!! youre so good at it!!!" and haruka is just like :D !!!

-remember from the 0105 platonic hc post that, in my post milgram AU, shidou drives haruka home from school. If Haruka doesn't walk with the other 3 prisoners who are in school, Mikoto takes him on his bicycle and drives him to school in the morning before cycling to work!!! i like to imagine sometimes fuuta has morning lectures so he joins them (fuuta is tiny enough that there won't be a space problem i Think but they'll still be kinda squished on each other ahhaha) and the bicycle ride is disastrous because mikoto and fuuta are bickering while haruka is holding onto mikoto for dear life LMAO

-speaking of cycling since mikoto likes to cycle. he teaches haruka!!! haruka is always very scared if he'll fall but mikoto is patient with him, reassures him that the safety gear is there for a reason (Mikoto has no plans of letting haruka get hurt, he always makes sure haruka is wearing safety gear when he's a total beginner) and is encouraging haruka when he makes even the smallest progression!!! like haruka could cycle for 3 seconds and mikoto is like "LET'S GOOOO YOU DID IT IM SO PROUD OF YOU" and goes to high five haruka and hug him

-sometimes the evening or night time makes haruka feel down & scared or have a lot of intrusive thoughts or nightmares, it's been a thing since he was in the real world but its more frequent and harsh in milgram so he goes to mikoto's room with his plush and just lies down next to him while mikoto is doing whatever he's doing. often when haruka does this he will end up falling asleep next to mikoto in his bed and mikoto tucks him in and sleeps next to him and holds haruka if he wants to be held. mikoto really feels protective over haruka especially when he's resting, like anyone could be entering the room and mikotos like " be quiet... haruka is sleeping!" :'3

-speaking of harukas bunny plush, he really REALLY doesnt like anyone touching it without permission (the autistic urge to gatekeep the comfort item) and mikoto understands when he asks haruka if he can touch his plush and haruka just., *shakes head nervously* but soon haruka allows him to and mikoto is delighted that haruka trusts him enough to let him interact with his comfort item!!!!

-haruka really likes mikoto's hair and one day he's like "mikoto-san, I want to dye (well... bleach) my hair too someday" and mikoto gets really excited and they talk about what colors they could dye haruka's hair when they get out of milgram :D

-haruka always "heard" of john but he actually sees john for the first time after mikoto's guilty verdict in t2, and rightfully so hes very scared of him, but when he tries to approach mikoto on his birthday in 2022 (haruka was the first and only person to approach mikoto without bad intent ever since he got the guilty verdict and i cannot stop thinking abt that), he asks mikoto about what's been happening to try and understand and mikoto just. he tries his best to be strong but haruka can see that mikoto himself has no idea what's going on and is close to breaking down. haruka just hugs him gently, gently enough so mikoto can refuse the hug if he wants, but mikoto doesnt. haruka does his best to comfort mikoto from his guilty verdict, even though he doesnt really understand. all he knows is that his friend is a good person and he wants to comfort and understand him the best he can. and then at one point haruka approaches mikoto to try and talk to him and john is fronting!!!

-so this is like harukas first time actually interacting with john. hes like Oh no. i came to talk to my friend but now hes in the Scary state (he doesnt know yet what DID is) what do i do im scared. but he actually tries totalk to john. and john is surprised that haruka, although scared of him, actually tries to talk to him and understand him. john tries to calm himself to not scare haruka further and they have a long talk, mainly haruka trying to understand john. they get closer after this

-at one point john just asks. hey why are you still trying to approach me. I'm scaring everyone off and ruining your friend's life you should be scared of me. you should be viewing me like a monster. but haruka out of everyone understands what it feels like, being viewed as a monster for a mental condition. its why he's in milgram after all. and he realizes just how similar him and john are and hes like "..uh uuh. nobody should be viewed as evil for being mentally distressed right?" and him and john both start to see some positives in themselves, haruka because "hey if my friend is a good person even though he gets scary (when john fronts) maybe i can be a good person too." and john for a similar reason because "hey if this kid here has allegedly committed a murder too but can still be so nice (probably the only nice person to john) maybe i can still have a chance to Not ruin mikoto's life"

-ohmy gosh im so sorry I spoke too much righ t aaaa.... so sorry... but john feels protective of both mikoto and haruka after this. 0109 siblings are the realest ever and i have more abt haruka and john but ill stop here hehe I hope you like these!!!

#milgram #milgram headcanons #haruka sakurai #sakurai haruka #mikoto kayano #kayano mikoto #john kayano #orekoto #john milgram #how do tag john #milgram project #I HAVE BEEN HAVING THE BIGGEST 0109 SIBLINGS BRAINROT. theres so much 0109 siblings art in my ibispaint gallery waiting to be posted #soon enough..#last final exam is in4 days (oh no) i will soon be free from this semeste.r.....!!!! and i will feed the 0109 siblings nation (we are 3 ppl #i want them to interact in t3 (there is basically zero chance of it happening i think but I WANT IT AAAAAAAAAAAAA)

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ichigoli · 2 months

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Yumi and The Nightmare Painter Shadowbox Master Post 1:

The Yoki-Hijo

I am head over heels for making these Cosmere Shadow Boxes. I would love to find a better mold than the 4" coasters but for now they are so pretty! I don't even know what I'll do with them but for now I'm happy the exist.

To begin, I once again sketched out a design trying to focus on strong silhouettes, and cut out each layer on a different piece of card stock. I decided to go with warm colors to push the heat of Yumi's environment and give some good contrast to the Painter Box coming soon.

Learning from the Mistborn Shadow Box, I was worried about such delicate shapes floating in the resin and messing with the depth. So I tried something that worked out ok with a fabric backing I did for a commission for a friend. I painted the paper cut outs with resin and let them cure on a silicone mat to hopefully give them some more rigidity and less buoyancy in the resin.

I wanted to lean in to the "traditional" vibe that Yumi's side of the story has, so I included real natural elements as part of the resin inclusions.

Real pressed flowers and gravel give the work a more grounded (sorry) element which will contrast nicely with what I have planned for Painter. I also decided to have some fun with it and "stacked" some rocks up the sides. The flowers floating in the sky are such an iconic part of her world that I had to include them.

I didn't take pictures of the individual layers going in this time around because, thanks to the resin painted over each piece, the long curing time between each layer became unnecessary so the process was a lot faster this time around (yay, we're learning!) But you can see the added flowers and some of the gems acting as stand ins for the Hijo floating around the stacks. I know they aren't "book accurate" but I wanted just the tiniest bits of Cyan and Magenta in Yumi's piece. (Keep an eye out for their parallels in Painter's piece)

I'm really fond of the way the resin soaks into the light card stock like water. It creates a very specific kind of translucency that lends itself to the "atmospheric fade" that creates a light illusion of distance and depth.

A quick check through the bottom to preview how it all looks before we add the resin on to the final backing paper layer...

The pale lemon yellow paper pics up a lot of depth from the resin soaking in. I also swirled in the littlest bit of gold luster-dust and a drip of orange ink to the corners for a little depth of color before putting the paper down and more resin over top.

And the final reveal:

A little flat with the simple background, but that's expected. The contrast is exactly what I was hoping for. I mixed a little bit of the glow powder seen beneath the Shadow Box there to help boost the reflectivity of light which can be seen bleeding up around her knees a little bit which I hope helps evoke that heat her land is known for.

When backlit, the rein soaked into the card stock gives the whole scene an almost dreamy quality as the stone stacks fade but Yumi remains stark and crisply focused.

A few close ups of details and how lovely the layering looks peeking through the open spaces.

No preview of Painter yet, I am still trying to puzzle out a good silhouette for him that will show what he's actually doing when he's hunched over a canvas without being able to use internal contours... but I can share that I bought some EL wire and hope to line his piece with real hion lines!... once I figure out how to make the wire Cyan and Magenta along the places I want it to go.

Once Painter is done, I don't plan to stop. Maybe Warbreaker next... or Stormlight, though I have other plans for that behemoth.

Real talk: Anyone who wants to float an idea, I wanna hear it. These are too fun to stop. (I could maybe even be talked into parting with one if the situation arises)

#yumi and the nightmare painter #Cosmere #epoxy resin #paper craft #shadow box #id in alt text #because I love you

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joe555 · 9 months

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hello everyone I know its been a little since I last posted and there is a good reason for that, I've finally moved and I'm able to after over a year, work on my computer again YAY!!!! I'll be working on a lot of the back log of unfinished pieces I've got but first I decided to finish my updated star trek OC, I've had a head shot of his more detailed look sketched out for quite awhile but decide not to post it till it was fully done and I needed a new profile Pic for a few places so I thought I'd start with him. I still need to do a updated version of his other half Way but he will have to wait. So just to sum it all up I should be posting more just need to get use to working on my computer again I'll probably be working on something with Kem in it next or I'll finish up my destiny stuff, you know what I'll start with Kem then I'll go to a Mc5 piece that I was working on, on my phone then my destiny comic, sorry I really like drawing Kem he must come first. In the end I'm sorry for the long post hopefully people made it this far, if you did tell me what you think of Captain Youngs updated look. oh and commissions um if your wondering I am still hopefully I'll be able to do a test go sometime, I don't know when but maybe later this year.

#chubby character #chubby #star trek characters #star trek #star trek fanart #star trek original character #star trek oc #star trek art #original character #fanart #hope you like it #idk what to tag

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miriasuu · 11 months

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Posting OC stuff because i love her ^q^

Her name is Maeve di Angelucci, the sole princess of the Italian monarchy in my little universe ^q^ She's (un)happily married to her yandere hubby, Noël von Weissmann ♡

To sum it up, he's an angel (as a race, rather than a 'divine religious being') and told the King and Queen of a false prophecy that their daughter would be taken away on her 18th birthday and killed so they raised her in total captivity from the outside world. while he made his schemings to steal the German crown prince's identity and plan to get married to her since her hand would be offered much earlier (ye olden times, at 14) so they could avoid the prophecy. but he's the menace here! and he killed all the other candidates. oopsie

I'll put more art of her under the line~~ otherwise the post will be too big. More art (that cannot be posted here) on her Toyhouse! Plus i'll update it with her entire bg + noël later ♡ just uhm. be advised some quiiiiiite unnerving stuff below. not gore violence or anything but theres 1 uhm. well just to sum it up she has a lot of pregnancy themes, is all

Royal Wedding (TL would be too extensive, sorry!)

Maeve at 14ish (L) and 18~20 somethings (R)

happy family?

quick sketch to demonstrate height diff (ssorry for the yaoi hands. im not. fixing it) and discarded sketch of a previous height diff of them

M: "Ah! That's right, you don't pray... In fact, there's no reason to... I'm sorry... (Christian)" N: "You realized that just now? I'm only making company... (Angel)"

Although their marriage is a very disturbing and manipulative one, I still like to imagine some rare casual moments between them. They mostly occur later, when she's past 24 (which is when she finally mentally breaks and gives in for this sick love and becomes equally yandere). Did I say? They eventually have like, 5 kids total. LOL all before that though.

("How cute... It's like a puppy...)" "Maeve~, what are you doing?"

Generic yes but bunny x wolf, it's cute

A discarded idea of an unicorn au or. something. i still like the idea but hmmm. nah. or maybe yay? i don't know tbh

Oh and a little preview for her general reference for Artfight! I still need to finish painting, but hehe :3c it's only for general conception because i like varying her with dresses but im not gonna draw like. 5 diff ones for 1 ref lol

Anyway if u saw all thank u look at her TH theres like looots of love between them 2 ( ^_^)b oki ily byee

#oc #yandere #yandere oc #oc stuff #oc artwork #oc art #sketch #italian renaissance #maeve #miriart

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rosainta · 5 months

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Day 5 of Rosain Quivan's Daily Logs

Started December 14th, 2023 at 9:41AM, Class Finished December 14th, 2023 at 7:47PM, Home Log #5 Type: Wednesday Artwork

Author's Notes moved to the end!

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Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Title: “The Pyro”

Date of Creation: 17th of January, 2023

Art #1

Description: First day of the Daily Art challenge, starting off with a rough sketch of Pyro. Attempt at a usage of perspective, no colour… just like its soul.

Title: "Dr. Ludwig [MEDIC]”

Date of Creation: 17th of January, 2023

Art #2

Description: Rough sketch of Dr. Ludwig, the Medic, himself! Quick attempt at a portrait and perspective. No colour. Probably what he looked like before losing his medical license- ah, so serious!

Title: “Meet The Engineer”

Date of Creation: 18th of December, 2023 (assumption)

Art #3

Description: Yeehaw! A full-body refined work of everyone’s favourite Texan engineer, Dell Conagher! Shading and anatomy work, as well as some cool lettering.

Title: “Meet The Overseer”

Date of Creation: 19th of January, 2023

Art #4

Description: Cringey concept for a tenth class— The Overseer. Made before I knew the purpose of The Solemn Vow… rendering its conceptualisation practically useless. However, I may rework this in the future… if I can control the urge to belch!

Title: “Meet The Demoman”

Date of Creation: 20th of January, 2023

Art #5

Description: Probably my favourite and most refined artwork of the bunch! Scrumpy-fueled Demoman, sticky launcher in hand, with some cool anatomy and shading… and some pretty letters, hehe.

Title: “Rabiosa”

Date of Creation: 21st of January, 2033

Art #6

Description: Made after a gaming livestream I streamsniped of one of my first favourite TF2 YouTubers, Rabiosa! (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkTJZ2M7wKnaVefGN9UFb3Q) GO CHECK HIM OUT!!! Here, you can see that I was backstabbed… twice in a row during the stream. What a naive Medic I was… and uh, still am, LOL.

Title: “The Smoke of a Spy”

Date of Creation: 22nd of January, 2023

Art #7

Description: Ah, oui. Le Spy, so elegant, so sophisticated, so… smoke-filled. Maybe a little too much, it's becoming cancerous. Refined portrait practice and shading, with even cooler lettering!

Title: “Meet the Spy”

Date of Creation: 23rd of January, 2023

Art #8

Description: And now, for the final piece, the Spies have multiplied! Each with their own motives to kill one another... and both twice as cancerous. I can only imagine the stink lines coming off of both of them. The only part of the series with some usage of colour! Plus, some shading, anatomy (which, admittedly, could be a bit better here) and, can you guess? Cool lettering.

And that's about it for today's little display of my earlier works. Hopefully, one day, we can see the difference in quality, for better or (though expectantly not) for worse.

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Author’s Notes: First day of following the set schedule from yesterday- yay! Like I mentioned in the post-script, this is the artwork I made in January from a TF2 Daily Art challenge I did, as well as some descriptions about them to give you some context on the intention of their creation. I'm also including the ones from the last post, just to give more context around them. Also, quick reminder: you can give me suggestions for art &/ writing tomorrow, anything you'd like, as it is FRIDAY ORDER-OF-THE-DAY!!! (I... I don't know, I just needed something that rhymed. Don't question it). If there are none, I'll put up a fun poll to garner some ideas for next week, and I'll do something else instead of a request, too. So, yeah, hope you enjoyed.

Have a good one, mate!

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve, Rabiosa (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkTJZ2M7wKnaVefGN9UFb3Q) Image source: Rosain Quivan, pregnantsecondo Created by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

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the12thnightproject · 1 year

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Chapter Ten: Full Frontal -Katsu reports the latest assassination attempt to Shingen, but it would be easier if he were wearing clothing

Shingen x OC; Kenshin x MC (Mai)

Previous Chapter: here

Logline - Disguised as a boy, Katsuko finds herself working for Shingen, but her dangerous masquerade becomes difficult to sustain when she falls for the man with a fatal secret.

Shingen was naked. And completely nonchalant about it.

Well, now you know he’s in proportion to his height was my semi-hysterical thought.

Fixing my eyes on the wall to the left of his shoulder was the best I could do. But the afterimage was burned into my retinas, probably with a mental half-life of at least six months.

He shrugged into a yukata – which covered his shoulders and arms and back and… not the area I was doing my absolute best to avoid staring at. “What is it? Did someone find her already?”

Find who? Between the attempt on Mai’s life and the full monty right in front of me, I wasn’t sure I had enough brain cells left to carry on a conversation. Focus. Focus. Don’t say naked. Don’t say penis. Don’t …. Augh!

I took a deep breath and held out the arrow. “Someone shot this over the wall at Mai.” Ok, managed a sentence with eight words. A coherent sentence, even.

His demeanor changed instantly from semi-relaxed to intent. Those grey eyes of his narrowed with concern (ten points for looking at his eyes, Katsuko!). Not even bothering to finish dressing, or even to fasten the yukata, he strode over and took the arrow. “Was she hurt?”

“No. Yoshimoto saved her life.” I explained in more detail what had happened. “She refuses to tell Kenshin, but … Yoshimoto and I felt someone in authority needed to know.”

Shingen examined the arrow. “This isn’t from the Kasugayama armory.”

“Sea eagle feathers are fairly easy to obtain around here, though.” Eager for something concrete to do – and remove myself from the naked – I offered to search through the area blacksmiths to see if anyone recognized it.

“You can do that later.” He went to the desk and found a clean piece of paper and a brush. “Can you draw?”

“Not at all.” I felt the need to apologize for my lack of drafting skills. But Katsu would not do that either. Nor would Katsu continue to side eye the naked, so stop that!

He bent over the desk, the yukata sliding forward to provide more coverage (Damn… I mean yay!), and roughly sketched out a map of the archery grounds. “Show me where everyone was standing.”

I knelt in front of the desk and drew barely recognizable stick figures where Yoshimoto, Mai, and I had been standing, then added some curly flourishes near the wall to represent where the tree line was visible over the wall.

He leaned over me (oh dear God) and pointed to my happy little trees. “The arrow came from there?”

Gah! He was too close! And too naked. I threw up a mental block and imaginary blinders and concentrated on making sense. It helped to remember that moment of shock when the arrow had come zipping out of the sky, and the fear I’d felt when I’d realized how close Mai had come to being killed.

“Um. Around there, yeah. This one, probably.” I put my finger on the spot, then traced a line across the drawing to the place where we had been standing. “One of these trees had to be it. There’s a lot of cover – I climbed the wall, but he was gone when I got there. Or well hidden.”

He was silent long enough for me to wonder what he was thinking. I turned my head to look up at him, and he finally stepped back and fastened the yukata. I couldn’t interpret the expression on his face, but there was enough sternness that this time I did apologize. “I should have searched the woods. Now it’s too late. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I doubt he stuck around after that one shot. He was likely gone before you even got to the wall.” He patted me on the shoulder in a manner that felt distinctly fatherly. Ok. Yes. That’s a good way to think about him. A father figure. A naked father figure. No! Not a good way! No one wants to see their father naked!

If I ever get back to my own time, I’m going to need years of therapy.

“I’ll go take a look around anyway,” I said, looking for any excuse to get out of this room, and the wearing-almost-nothing Shingen.

“That’s a good idea – I’d like to do that as well, if you don’t mind showing me.” He walked toward his door. Ummm. Had he forgotten?

“I don’t mind, but you might want to get dressed. Or at least put some outside sandals on.” Wouldn’t want you to step on another ground spike.

He turned around and I edged toward the door before he could flash me again. “I’ll get Yoshimoto, since he might have seen something I didn’t, and meet you there.” I fled before he could say anything else.

And then-

WHAM!

I crashed right into an unsuspecting Sasuke as he rounded the corner. The force of our impact sent us both tumbling to the floor. Sasuke’s glasses flew off, while I smacked my head against the wall.

“Ow.” If there were a cartoon version of me, it would have stars circling my head. Except in my case, there would be tiny naked Shingens circling, and … “bunnies?”

“What?” Sasuke asked, squinting at me.

“Are hallucinations a symptom of head injury? I’m seeing things, right? Because there’s no way Kenshin is walking across the garden, leading a parade of rabbits.” Decades of therapy, I decided.

“Actually, he does that. They’ve imprinted on him.” He pulled himself up to a sitting position. Wow, I really had slammed into him.

“I thought that was ducks.”

“If you’re seeing ducks, then yes, I would diagnose head injury.” Sasuke patted the ground around him – oh, he must be looking for his glasses. They had landed near me, so I picked them up, hoping they weren’t cracked, as he obviously needed them. I held them up to the light and didn’t see any scratches.

“Here you go – it doesn’t look like they suffered any damage. Sorry about that.” I placed the glasses in his hand.

He put them back on. “What were you running from?”

“I was running to, not from,” I said as I got to my feet. “I need to go find Yosh-.” I paused and looked at Sasuke. It felt like my mind was trying to tell me something, but it was stuck behind a door. Like trying to remember the name of a song you know, but for some reason you can’t. It was something about-

Shingen, now completely dressed, came around the corner, which reminded me that there were other pressing matter that need dealt with. Whatever my mind was trying to tell me, it would hopefully spit out later. Probably the same exit chute that had given me the name of the Star Wars Fish Alien in the middle of the night.

“This is probably it, don’t you think?” I asked Yoshimoto.

He, Shingen and I gazed up at a tree that towered over the West side of the castle wall.

“It seems to be.” Yoshimoto made a cursory glance at the outstretched branches that nearly touched the stone of the wall.

The ground under the tree was carpeted in grass, so if the archer had been here, he was unlikely to have left any footprints. In spite of that, Shingen knelt on the ground and examined the underbrush. Since he was occupied with the ground level search, I concentrated my efforts on the tree. I squinted up at it. The midday sun was directly above, making it impossible to see anything from this angle. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and he snagged his clothing in the tree?” Could happen. Well, it had happened to Sasuke once.

I stalked around the tree, looking for the most efficient way up, before using an adjacent tree as a springboard to vault myself to the lowest branch. Then I scampered up until I reached a place where I could see over the castle wall into the training yard. The branch was thick enough to probably hold someone twice my weight.

“I’m pretty sure this is it. I can see the entire training field.” I went through the motions of drawing an invisible bow and picturing a shot I would take.

“How difficult would it be from where you are standing, to hit a moving target?” Shingen asked.

“It’s doable. We weren’t moving around all that much. A heavier arrow, like the one we found, could travel further than where we were standing. I mean, it wouldn’t be the easiest, but any experienced archer could do it.” It had been windy though, which would have made things harder. “Yoshimoto could you come up here and see if you agree?”

Yoshimoto had taken his fan out and seemed to be examining the painting on it. He paused, looked up at me, and said, “No.”

“You don’t think you could make that shot?” His answer surprised me. As far as I could tell, Yoshimoto was one of the best archers in Kasugayama.

“Oh, I could probably make the shot. I could not, however, climb that tree.” He gave a delicate shudder. He wasn’t fooling me any longer. He might pretend to be lazy, but I had seen him yank Mai out of the way of a speeding arrow. “With the wind the way it was, though, do you think he was aiming for Mai, or you, or me?”

“Or he didn’t care which one of…” Wait. Was that a piece of material snagged on the branch above? Would we get that lucky? I walked further along the branch, trying to reach that scrap of whatever.

“It’s possible it was meant as a threat to unsettle Ke- what the hell are you doing, Katsu?” There was a sharp edge to Shingen’s voice, but I was too focused on the scrap to delve into that.

I jumped to grab hold of the scrap, landing lightly back onto the branch, which dipped and swayed in response. I looked at the- “Damn. It’s just a leaf.”

Shingen yelled from below. “Get down from there!”

“Alright.” I hung off from the branch, then dropped the rest of the way down, absorbing the landing with a tuck and roll.

“Why cousin, you sounded practically paternal,” Yoshimoto said, while he gracefully fanned himself.

I stood up and dusted my hands off on my kimono. “What were you saying?” I asked Shingen.

He was frowning and his eyes had darkened. Wait. Was he really upset? “Get down fr-“

“No, before that.” I know it was rude to interrupt him, but I wanted to move the conversation back to a more productive path. “Something about a threat?”

“I don’t recall. Your daredevil stunt knocked it right out of my head.” He ran his hands through his hair. The hair, naturally, flopped right back into place. “I thought you were going to fall to your death.”

“What? From that height?” I glanced up. It wasn’t more than three or four meters off the ground. “I didn’t, so-“

Out of breath, I slammed a water while Tosh recalled the drone and played back the footage. “Fuck!” He frowned into the camera.

“What, didn’t it record?” I rested my chin on his shoulder to peer at the replay. It looked like it recorded. It was already uploaded to the cloud, in fact.

“It recorded.” He rewound the video to the moment where it looked like I had almost fallen off the roof railing. “Katsuko – you could have been killed.”

“I wasn’t, though.” I broke into my energy bar stash and offered him one.

He pushed it away. “I’m done.”

I didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Wait. Don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” But he hugged me in spite of his harsh tone. “I can’t keep watching you chase death.”

I’ve had this conversation before.

“So…?” Yoshimoto prompted.

I shook my head. “It’s… I had a similar discussion with my brother on the last day that I saw him.”

“If that is the case, then you ought to think long and hard before taking unnecessary risks with your life,” Shingen said. Without another word, he turned and headed back to the castle, the bottom edge of his kimono flapping in the breeze.

“What’s up with him?” I was mostly talking to myself, but Yoshimoto answered me anyway.

“If I might interject…”

“You would anyway, even if I said no, so go on ahead.” We headed back to the castle entrance. Shingen’s long strides had already taken him out of view.

“Your circus stunt scared him, then his reaction to that scared him even more. As you may have noticed, he takes a fatherly interest in Yukimura, and unfortunately sometimes me, and now also to you.” Yoshimoto seemed to be carefully choosing his words. “He has strong feelings about people… wasting their lives.”

I looked over my shoulder at the tree. It looked even smaller from this distance. “I wasn’t even…” I paused to do the conversion in my head. Even after seven years, their system of measurement sometimes threw me. I gave up on the calculation. “That far off the ground. Even if I had fallen, which I would not have, it wouldn’t have been fatal.” Unless I had fallen on my head, but I would not have done that either.

“Agreed, but in the moment, it appeared to be more dangerous.” Yoshimoto also glanced back at the tree, which was now whipping about as the wind picked up.

“Does he wrap Yuki in silk padding before he goes into battle? I’m perfectly capable of climbing a tree, and he isn’t my father anyway,” not that my bio dad had bothered to stick around long enough to meet me, let alone worry about my health. “He’d have to have been extremely precocious to have pulled that one off.”

Or to have lived well into his 400s, but… details.

Yoshimoto hummed in agreement, which I believe was his version of smiling and nodding.

Aware that I was beginning to vent unnecessarily, I took a deep breath. “Anyway, I was just trying to help.”

“Yes.” Yoshimoto’s deadpan tone gave nothing away.

I took another deep breath. “And there is no reason for me to turn someone else’s – unreasonable-” (Snit) “anger at me into additional anger.”

“Agreed.”

“Even though one would think that my successful exit from said tree would have proven my skills sufficiently.” The deep breaths were not helping. I kicked a rock out of my path. That helped a little. I kicked another one.

“One would think so, yes.” I had a feeling he was laughing at me.

“Are you going to add anything of substance, or just be my own personal Greek chorus?”

Yoshimoto flapped that dang fan at me. “The latter. It does add a rather heightened sense of drama to this whole discussion, don’t you think?”

Shingen's POV chapter coming later today! For your turkey coma pleasure.

#tbt12 lies #ikemen sengoku fanfic #fanfic #ikemen sengoku #shingen takeda #iksen shingen #throwback thursday #cybird ikemen #twelve lies i told shingen takeda

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good-gremlin · 8 months

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sketch for something i might paint idk. i finally took some time for myself to draw after not drawing a single thing for like 2 months because i’ve been so busy and might get a new better job yay and a college to pursue my bachelors in psychology too hopefully i get accepted! i still need to dedicate time to ACTUALLY draw something though bc all i really did was sketch new ideas

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sociallyanxiouscryptid · 2 years

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Anger Management Part 2

Part 1

I had an ask requesting for this continuation but I don’t know how to link it to that or let that person know or something so I am just going to post as a normal post and hope they see it!

First off, disclaimer: I am not 100% happy with this and feel like it’s kinda clunky and just not that great, but as I keep saying I am trying to do this for quantity of quality to just play around and practice. Hope its not too much of a disappointment.

I hate having too much in this part and yet always do, but if there is anything inaccurate with the sign language usage please let me know. I don’t know sign language personally yet but I do know about it and have watched and followed a lot of people online. But I am the furthest thing from an expert so education is welcome.

Anyway, here it is. Oh and previously name Mr Ratman is now Mr Badguy because I hated Ratman and thought I had changed it before posting so yay.

Villain woke up in complete warmth and comfort. It would have been easy to sink into it, ignore the day’s plans and just let the weight of the quilt keep him down and drift back to sleep. Except, he couldn’t think of what it was he was ignoring. No plan for the day came to mind. Villain reached for his phone, but the bed stretched on further then it should have. He opened his eyes, found white sheets and a blank wall.

This was not his room.

Villain sat up. He tried sifting through his memories, but his head ached, and frustration twisted in his stomach. Where was he? How was he here? What had happened to-

Supervillain. They stopped him from killing Mr Badguy.

He looked around the plain room, a bed, a dresser, and a small side table. Was he in their hideout?

He was slow to move, limbs heavy and weak. The quilt now felt like it weighed a tonne, but once it was off, he shuffled to the edge of the bed. In the first few moments frustration began morphing into anger. What game was Supervillain playing and why did they decide to play it with him? Why did they stop him? He had worked so hard, spent so long. He finally reached the end of a year long journey only for it to be ripped away from him like everything else.

However, as he moved something else crept in. The room around him was painfully silent, the door too. He expected someone to be alerted when he started moving, someone to be watching him but as he looked around, he found no cameras, nothing to suggest he was being monitored.

Suspicion, anxiety… fear sizzled against his anger, before slowly consuming it as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He was in Supervillain’s hideout, and he was still alive.

Why had Supervillain stopped him? Why did they take him with them? What did they want?

The questions swirled inside him, mixing with the fear and tangling. Oh he fucked up.

A new plan and a new drive fuelled Villain and he stood, bare feet pressing unsteadily onto the wooden floor. He waited, staring at the door. The seconds ticked by, and it remained closed, the world on the other side quiet.

Villain looked around for his shoes, frowned at a glass of water sitting on top of the dresser. His mouth watered at the sight of it, tongue sticking to the roof of his dry mouth. He ignored it, moved to the door. The silence made his ears ring, straining to hear any inkling of sound. But there was nothing, nothing but the sound of his own pounding heart.

“Get over yourself,” he hissed and opened the door.

The hallway was as empty as it sounded, the same wooden floor stretching out into a windowless path. There was no ambush, no menacing figure waiting for him. Instead, Villain felt like he walked out into a gallery.

A bad gallery in fact. Bad was harsh, but Villain had a hard time imagining someone like Supervillain would want any of this. There were photos of varying things, painted canvases, sketched drawings and even some digital art, a lot of it was impressive. But amongst all of that, for some reason, were kids’ drawings. Framed pieces of paper with barely recognisable scribble on them. A few were pictures of actual things clearly done by an older hand, but why did Supervillain have any of this? Was Villain somewhere else?

Villain stood there, staring, unsure of what to make it all when out of nowhere the smell of pancakes hit him. Fresh and hot, mixed with the scent of maple syrup and butter. Villains body felt uncomfortable as an intense hunger piled up with his dry mouth.

He took a step back. Weaponless, defenceless, he should be avoiding people, hiding. Searching for a way out of this unknown place. It had been proven to him that he couldn’t fight Supervillain. The ease to which they had moved compared to his clumsy body, he was simply no match, and anyone working for them would be too.

He needs to get out, and fast.

Villain turned and ran straight into a person. They barely flinched against the impact and Villain recoiled, heart in his mouth.

“Woah there kid,” Supervillain reached out with their spare hand and steadied him. “Didn’t think I’d scare you that bad,” they said.

Villain stepped back, mind scrambling for a plan, an escape, anything. What good would a plan do? He was a brand-new Villain, fresh out of the box and he thought he could somehow out smart Supervillain? This was it, this was the end.

“Hey,” their voice was gentle. Supervillain placed a hand on Villain’s shoulder, and he averted his gave. The hand moved and plucked his chin, raising it till he looked at them.

“I am not going to hurt you.”

It gave no assurance to Villain. This was Supervillain, the infamous Supervillain who had crippled and destroyed many organisations, had killed hundreds of people if not more. Their people were a force to be reckoned with, a force to fear.

Villain averted his gaze. He frowned. He had looked down towards the ground, in the direction of Supervillain’s other hand resting at their side. And in it, he found a spatula.

“Why do you have a spatula?” He asked before really think about it.

He looked up and Supervillain was smiling.

“I’m cooking pancakes, want some?”

Villain wasn’t given the opportunity to answer as Supervillain moved their hand back to his shoulder, wrapping it around both and guided him in his original direction.

“Everyone else has already started eating but Partner figured you’d wake up around this time so I made sure yours would be warm. The last one is just about done now.”

They walked around a corner and to an open door, Villain’s stomach growling louder as the smell intensified. He couldn’t think of the last time he had, had pancakes, let alone ones that smelt this good.

Villain’s eyes widened as they walked into the room. The room was an open kitchen and dining set up with a kitchen island separating the two. It was a nice kitchen with black marble countertops and an oven that would make any home cook jealous. But none of that was nearly as interesting as what Villain found at the dining table.

A woman was at the table, the same one who had helped Supervillain restrain Villain. And on either side of her, were two kids. One of them a baby, maybe a year old, sitting in a highchair with some mashed up food in a bowl and fairly well smeared across their table. On the woman’s other side was a toddler, maybe three years old, absolutely devouring some pancakes and fruit.

“Good morning Villain,” Partner said, “did you drink the water I gave you? Your mouth is going to be very dry.”

As she asked this she was already getting up from the table and moving into the kitchen. Villain opened his mouth but didn’t get to answer before she poured him a glass.

Supervillain had left his side at some point, now somehow over by the stove.

“You should have a drink,” Partner said, as she approached, “it will make you feel better.”

She pushed the glass into his hands. Villain wasn’t sure what else to do, so he brought the glass to his lips. The water was instant relief and reflex took over as he down the whole glass. Partner was right, he did feel better. Still very confused, but a little clearer. A little more stable.

Supervillain flipped a pancake onto a plate, holding it in one hand as they turned the stove off and pushed the pan to the back. It was such a mundane thing, such a normal everyday thing Villain couldn’t believe they were seeing Supervillain participating in it.

Partner took the glass back, without a word, going back to the kitchen to fill it and pick up the plate of pancakes.

“Have a seat,” she said, placing both items on the table.

Villain didn’t move.

Partner just smiled softly and walked back around to her side, sitting down between the two children again. The toddler looked up at Partner and tugged on her sleeve, grabbing Partner’s attention. When she had it, she held up her hand and made a motion with her right hand that took Villain a second to realise was sign language.

“Finished,” she signed.

“Take it to,” Partner did a sign Villain didn’t recognise and pointed to Supervillain.

The toddler nodded and manoeuvred clumsily out of her chair before toddling over to Supervillain who smiled brightly down at her.

“All finished?” They signed.

“Finished,” she signed and held up her arms.

Supervillain lifted toddler onto their hip and carried her over to the sink. They put the the plug in, helping the toddler put the plate down before leaning forward to allow her to turn on the tap.

“Get your step,” Supervillain signed, placing the toddler down. The toddler moved to the only unlocked cupboard at her height and opened it as Supervillain turned the tap to a warmer temperature.

“What,” Partner said from the table, “you expected them to live in a dungeon with minions running around doing their bidding?”

Honestly, a little, Villain thought. He at least hadn’t expected Supervillain to have partner let alone children.

Partner jerked their head towards the kitchen island. “Better eat your food before it gets cold.”

Villain glanced at Supervillain who was now busy helping the toddler wash her plate. Hesitantly, he walked to the table and sat down.

He drank some more, licked his lips.

“What was that sign?” Villain asked.

Partner looked up at him.

“You know sign?”

“Yeah, I had a friend in high school who was deaf. I’m not so fluent anymore though.”

Partner nodded, “that’s cool. The sign we did was for the word Zaza which is what the kids call Supervillain. It’s our sign for it at least.”

Villain glanced at Supervillain.

“Why am I here,” he asked.

Partner eyed him.

“We have a little bit more planned for Mr Badguy then you did, and if we didn’t bring you somewhere safe you wouldn’t have given up your revenge scheme so easily.”

He hadn’t. The moment he was out of this situation he planned to go right back where he started, if he made it out of here.

“What kind of plan?” Villain asked.

“Well for starters,” Supervillain said walking to the table placing a colouring book beside Partner, “not killing him.”

The toddler walked up behind them, continuing past them as she returned to her seat several crayons clutched in her small hands.

Villain shook his head, trying to regain some semblance of focus.

“He deserves to die,” Villain said not nearly as strongly as it was intended.

“He deserves worse than death,” Supervillain said. “And we have a plan that will not only do that but will enact the kind of change that you vaguely desire in and amongst all that anger and grief.”

Villain’s nails dug into his palm.

“I am not a child, don’t mock me,” he snapped.

“Oh, but you are a child,” Supervillain moved to sit in the chair beside Villain.

The fuming anger twisted with fear as the shadows around Villain turned sharp and dark.

“You are indeed a child, in fact you’ve barely been a legal adult for a year now and you are already trying to call war on people much bigger than you. You are so swallowed up by your grief and your pain that you are blinded.”

“I am not blinded,” he said.

“Look, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Once upon a time even I was the same. But if you don’t want to be just another of the brawlers who fight with no thought and hope for a good result, then you need to learn to control yourself. You need to listen to me, to let me help you.”

Villain frowned.

“You want to help me?” He said, his whole face joining the expression. “Why?”

Supervillain leaned back in their chair. “Because despite how the media portrays me, I am here to help people.”

A laugh bubbled up inside of Villain, but he caught it. That was so far from what he had been raised to know. Supervillain was always a device of chaos and destruction. They didn’t save people, they didn’t help. They wanted to watch the world burn and enjoy it.

That’s why Villain stayed as far away from their organisation as possible. He wanted change, real change, not to just bring everything crumpling to the ground. He wanted to help people.

“I don’t understand,” Villain finally said, not what he intended to say but he had no idea what else to say.

“I know, it’s a lot to take in,” Supervillain said. “The media and the council have done a fantastic job of sullying my name. It’s a problem honestly, but we make it work.”

Supervillain eyed him, watching all the micro-expressions in his face, the confusion, the conflict.

They sighed.

“Anyway, the main point is, we can’t let you kill Mr Badguy, and I would really like it if you hung around here, until we are sure you aren’t going to ruin any plans and get yourself killed.”

Villain finally met their eyes.

“Do I have a choice?”

They smiled. “Nope.”

That turned out long so I hope it wasn’t boring,

#villain #supervillain #not a prompt #fiction #fic #ficlet #writing #short story #writeblr #writing snippet #snippet #writing community #story #Domestic supervillain #sociallyanxiouscryptid

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apatchedupdoll · 1 year

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Here's a lil story

So I may or may have not forgot to link Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? in the last post. I'm sure that made it easy to find! So anyways I edited the post so it does link to the ao3 story and I linked it here! Yay! Also decided to sketch Leo with Bunny ears and just fuck around a lil bit. I don't use water color seriously enough XD

Also I made a lil story for Easter (I know late but hey it came to me in a dream). It's also something that comes before OWHYBB takes place. I know I do it for a lot of my other stories so how about a lil bit more?

C/W: Bloody, child and animal abuse, animal death, almost selfdie, and very sad.

Glass everywhere. On the ground, stuck in flesh, cutting through fabric, glistening with blood. Leo cried out in pain as his mistake was very immediately punished. The howling and crying of the animals didn't make this any better. Why didn't he just go home after work?

The teen snapped back to attention when hearing the crunching of glass behind him. He didn't bother to look back as he scrambled to his feet. "That looked like it hurt. You should really not be jumping through windows just to escape." A voice void of emotion hummed. The slider glanced back before feeling the metal bo staff crash into his side. He felt his body hit cages hard enough to break them open and creatures running to escape the crossfire. "You always have to run. Why can't you just come quietly?" The heavy boots were getting closer. "Well, at least you're lucky I can fix you."

Leo could barely focus on the figure crouching down in front of him. But that's okay, he just needs to know where it is. The figure yelped as Leo used one of the cages to smash into where he hoped their face was. His legs began to move as he raced to the back of the store, smashing the office door open. A screech later and a desk was pushed against the door. Banging of his opponent potent as they tried to get inside. The slider looked around panicking before spotting the window.

The giant smashed through the door with the technician right behind. "Fuck! Where is he?" "The window! I'll go through and you run to the other side." The giant ran back out where they came while the technician jumped through the open window, metal claws helping them along. The office was left quiet as papers were finally able to settle after the gusts of air caused by the commotion. After a beat of silence, Leo would finally come out of his hiding space and gasp for air. He let out a whimper as the pain was starting to set in through the adrenaline. At least now he had a chance to get home.

Leo limped through the sewers, the smell of blood causing him to cover his nose. Although the bile on his hoodie was enough to remind him that nothing will ever help. Worst of all he was alone. Pops wouldn't be home for a while and April was at summer camp. So it was up to him to fix himself. He could do it, this was fine. He watched them do it plenty of times. Although he wasn't sure if that thought was a good one.

Leo found his way to the bathroom of the lair and stripped, hissing in pain as the glass sticking out of his flesh was pulled on. He dropped to his ass and leaned against the small tub, just needing to breathe. He was home, he was safe. His eyes traveled down to his wounds and watched as blood dripped to the ground, the smell coming back to him as his empty stomach was starting to twist. He gagged and it quickly led to vomiting nothing. Leo sobbed as he couldn't stop his body from convulsing, he sobbed as he couldn't control himself, he sobbed as he couldn't stop hating himself. Maybe it would be okay if he just succumbed. His dad would be sad, but at least it wouldn't- a squeal broke his thoughts.

Leo's eyes traveled to his tossed clothes and the shivering lump barely visible. The teen pulled himself onto his knees before crawling over and carefully moving his bloody and torn clothes. A small bunny lay on the ground with a piece of glass stuck in its leg. How did it get there? Leo's mind started to buzz with questions before a whimper would break his thoughts. He should help it.

Blue got the med kit and got started on helping the bunny. He removed the glass, stitched up the wound, and wrapped it. The small thing didn't even struggle, seeming too weak to try. Leo went to grab some food, only really having bread to give the small thing. That would be okay for now. While he waited for the bunny to wake up he started on his own wounds, following the same steps as he did the bunny until he was also wrapped up in bandages. The bathroom smelled of blood, and Leo was finding himself wanting to vomit so he quickly moved himself and the bunny to his room.

He wrapped himself up in blankets and chewed on one of the slices of bread left, his eyes never leaving the small breathing lump curled up on his pillow. Time wasn't concerning anymore. Leo's mind was blank, his body tired, and his wounds ached. Yet, he was calm. Even if his mind allowed him to have thoughts, what would there be to worry about?

A week had passed? Yes, a week had passed and Leo was laying on the floor with his new little friend sniffing the food he'd managed to find. Leo smiled while watching the bunny nibble on the hay seeming comfortable with the turtle watching. A giggle left Leo's lips when watching the bunny scratch behind its ear before moving on to a strawberry. It scratched its ear again and Leo decided he'd help the little thing. He gently rubbed the itchy spot and giggled again as the rabbit leaned into the scritches with a purr.

Suddenly the tapping of claws would catch Blue's attention and looked back to see a tall figure standing in his doorway. "Dad!" The little turtle chirped before hopping up and hugging the cloaked rat. "My son, what are you doing?" The rat hummed softly as he allowed the affection. The slider pulled away before quickly going back to his fluffy friend. "I'm feeding my friend! He's so cute! Maybe a she? I don't know but I love them!" The rabbit had stopped eating at this point and was staring right at his father, nose twitching before thumping the ground. Leo couldn't help but giggle again at the action. He sat on his knees and the bunny quickly hopped to him, thumping the ground again as it stared back at Splinter.

"So you went up to the surface? Against my wishes?" Leo flinched before picking up his little friend. "Uh, it was to get food. I uh was hungry and didn't want my friend to be hungry." "Where is April? She is your friend." Leo looked up as he held the bunny close. "Summer camp. And this is my new friend! They keep me company while April isn't here." There was a long silence as Leo watched his dad stare, the bunny in his arms thumping again. The stare wasn't for him, and Leo tightened his hold on his friend a little more.

The rat would stride over before leaning down and plucking the furry creature from Leo's arms by the ears. The creature squealed and Leo squeaked, wanting to reach out but his body knew better than to touch. "You're hurting them! Please! Dad!" "Leo, you don't need little things like these to keep you company." The rat used its other paw to wrap around the bunny's neck before a crack. The teen felt everything freeze at that moment. His little friend dropped to the ground carelessly. "Now look, you've killed it." Leo just stared into nothing as the flies started to swarm in his ears. "I thought-" "It's okay my sweet boy. I know you're not the best at thinking. I'm sure it forgives you, hopefully." Leo nodded in silent agreement. That's right, Leo wasn't very good at thinking. He'd be lucky if his little friend forgave him.

The rat rested its paw on the slider's head as it spoke from above the surface, "Don't forget to clean up your mess." And Leo was left alone with the flies. Tears dripped from his face, but he wasn't the one wailing in pain. That's okay, he'd let them cry for him. He would clean up the mess and everything would be okay. No matter how many flies ate at his body.

#OWHYBB #ao3 #ao3 writer #rottmnt #watercolor and ink

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adgaea · 1 year

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Impaled Palm

TW: Blood, injury, impaled palm

What happens when Tony Stark impales his palm?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

@badthingshappenbingo

Tony was bored as he finished up some paperwork that Pepper had sent him. The only thing keeping him awake was the fact that he was running on an ungodly amount of coffee and the fact that in only a few hours his protege would be coming to work in the lab. He really hated insomnia sometimes.

Eventually he was able to retreat to his lab and start working on one of his projects.

He bops his head to his music as he works.

Only, when the kid finally arrived at the lab, Tony lost his concentration.

Peter walked into the lab and the music stopped and Tony automatically went to turn and greet the kid, completely forgetting that he was working with sharp materials that should be handled delicately.

Tony’s greeting to Peter was cut off and he just yelped and cringed. Poor Peter had just stopped and started to stare at Tony’s now impaled hand with wide eyes.

Peter was the first to speak “Um, Fri, please get medical down here. Mr. Stark had impaled his hand.”

Peter carefully crept closer once he’d broken out of his surprised stupor. He cringed as he saw that Tony just looked fascinated as blood started rolling down his arm. Peter made a noise of surprise as Tony moved his hand and started rotating it.

Peter couldn’t keep the look of utter shock off of his face as Tony simply said “Huh, I think this looks good. Maybe I can base my next nanotech design off of how this blood is flowing down my arm. It seems to be running in a smooth track.”

Peter just gaped and said “Uh…Uh, Mr. Stark, what do I do?”

Tony just said “Nothing kid, just get me some paper, I need to sketch this idea out before I lose the design pattern. It’ll be different using my non-dominant hand to sketch, but I’ll make do.”

Peter said “Wh-what? NO! You shouldn’t be moving or something! I don’t know?! What do I do, FRI?”

FRIDAY responded “Just try to remain calm. Medical personnel will arrive shortly.”

Sooner rather than later, after Peter finally got Tony to stop grabbing for something to sketch with or on, medical personnel arrived and started to help Tony.

Tony didn’t like other people being in his lab, but these medical people knew him so well, and could easily put up with his fuss.

As Tony was being escorted out of the room he was bemoaning “NOOOO! I lost the design! It’s gone!”

FRIDAY seemingly deadpanned “The footage of the injury has been noted, Boss. Once you regain your full mental capacities, it will be available for your use if you seriously consider using it for a design idea.”

Tony just shouted “YAY!” and proceeded to pass out. Luckily, he was already on a gurney. The medical personnel at the lab took every injury quite seriously.

Peter just stood in the lab for a minute after they left. Too shocked to do or say anything but say “What the F—” and hope that his mentor would be alright.

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Tony woke up with a massive headache, and was greeted with Pepper’s quite annoyed face.

Tony cringed and said “What’d I do this time?”

Pepper rolled her eyes and replied “You impaled your palm and freaked the kid out. This is why I tell you never to work in the lab if you’ve had less than five hours of sleep per night.”

Tony cringed and said “Please tell me that I didn’t bleed all over the kid or scar him for life or anything? Oh man, please tell me that I didn’t accidentally hurt him?!”

Pepper snickered and said “No, you didn’t. He just panicked a little bit after you were brought here because you were hurt, and he thought that it was his fault.”

Tony cringed and questioned “Is he still here?”

Pepper nodded and said “I’ll go get him.”

Soon, Peter was in the room with Tony.

He looked kind of sheepish until Tony motioned him over.

He sat in the chair by Tony’s bed and Tony made a motion for him to grab his hand.

Peter did as requested.

Tony smiled as Peter looked him in the eyes.

He said “Kid, don’t blame yourself for my dumbass mistakes. I’m the one who was running on an ungodly amount of coffee and went to the lab when I really shouldn't have. I’ve been so busy with meetings and other things that I just didn’t sleep, partially due to my insomnia, and I made a stupid decision that got myself hurt. I’m just glad that you didn’t get hurt too.”

Peter smiled and said “I’m just glad that you’re relatively fine now. You’d never acted that odd around me before. You just zoned out for a little bit while staring at your hand and wanted something to sketch with because you were entranced with the way the blood was running down your arm. It just freaked me out.”

Tony rubbed soothing circles into the back of Peter’s hand as he said “I’m alright now, kiddo. I can promise you that I’ll do my best not to scare you like that again. I just wasn’t thinking right. Now, give me a hug. I’m injured and I need some spider-baby hugs. They’re quite healing.”

Peter laughed and got up to hug Tony. The palm impaling had scared him, but at least Tony seemed to be taking it pretty well now that he’d slept a little while after the wound was treated. May had even let him stay in his room at the tower overnight because he’d been too anxious and worried about Tony.

Tony couldn’t help but yawn, and soon he’d fallen asleep again with the knowledge that his kid wasn’t mad at him, and that his bout of insomnia hadn’t caused him to accidentally hurt the kid.

#bad things happen bingo #impaled palm #blood #injury #tony stark #peter parker #i love reading #i love writing #i love fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #insomnia #worry #anxiety

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dollhouse-tales · 1 year

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[concerning magical malevolence…]

COLLEGE *dies*

I’m sure you’ve all been wondering… what happened to Magical Malevolence! It’s been so long, where is it?! Good question! I have some good news and some bad news and some… slightly better news!

In short, the good news is ya girl isn’t failing her college classes! However, it took up SOO much of my free time that I just could not work on it. However! I’ve finished one of my classes for the semester which means my free time schedule has opened up which allows me to balance my free time with my work time!

However, now comes the bad news… Inbetween my very little free time I worked on the essence. This resulted in designs that were cute but looking back now? It isn’t the kind of final design I want to put out. It didn't represent what the essence was supposed to stand for! So... the bad news is I have to start over or else I'll just never be satisfied!! In the meantime, I've also studied different fantasy-esqe outfits on Pinterest, as well as actual IDV A-tier and S-tier costumes and different styled outfits [like Twisted Wonderland's Halloween Event, or my various different dress-up games lol] and I have a better idea of what I wanted to do!! Which is NOT what I rush finished oops.

And the slightly better news??? I am better now and I'm restarting the essence. yay! I am going to reveal the old designs below the cut but I'm not keeping them as the final designs so! Yeah! I'm also going to edit the line-up list a little! [Don't worry! Any roles that are already filled won't be removed or changed! New/changed roles are still up for grabs!] Just a little bit, some characters will be swapped or removed entirely but don't worry don't worry! I'll post the new list soon enough! But! I am working on them! They will [hopefully] not take forever and a decade!

TLDR; i don't like the old rushed designs i did before i got swamped by college work so the designs are all back at square one. But the essence is still on! look under the cut for rushed designs because what else am i gonna do with them/lh

yeet

"Mister Mushroom" HIS DESIGN IS CUTE I LIKE IT STILL BUT I think I can do better!! It doesn't really represent the type of character he is supposed to be, so!! Let's try it again!!

"Innocence" it was a really rushed design and it's just so. hmm. I don't really like it as much as I did at the time it's not. it's just not the vibe!! i love the colors though.

"The Voices" had a very rough sketch set that never got finished due to not getting the other 3 voices but they... they're kinda plain ngl but I do have more planned for them and their outfits! At least now I do lol

"The Storyteller"... funny story but my app crashed while i was in the middle of drawing her and I lost my good sketch and I was so. so angery. i know angery isn't a word but damnit it is now!!! and i wanted to separate her from her Neonized counterpart but I just. hmm. i can do better >:) might make her more fantasy based than how she is in reality i dunno yet

"The Narrator" was probably my favorite design of old,,, it just captured the childish fantasy vibes the essence was supposed to have and it's a nice mix of the fantasy world and the real world [or his ties to the Narrator] he's just a silly guy. Still, I feel like there's something more than can be refined sooo here we go >:)

those were all I got to do before I got swamped :( but thankfully it's all i did before i got swamped so i don't have too many to redo!! anyways I'm sorry it took so long but!! hopefully! I can give you all updates soon!! real updates!

okay bye off to do Kitty's skin then cry and redo lets goooo

#announcement #magical malevolence #grabs you. squeezes you.#ooc | mod post #long post #i think if i'm gonna do something i should do it right so!! here we are!!

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violetjedisylveon · 2 years

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Pharani Family

Kaesoka Child AU link here.

Zevra is the Tholothian woman on the right, Rinu is the Mirialan woman on the left, the Tholothian/Mirialan hybrid boy in the middle is Zevra's oldest kid, Xan, the hybrid girl Xan is holding is Keriss(the one who looks like she's seeing something suspicious), and the little boy being held by Rinu is Vylo(the one looking at the cat). The Tooka is Aatoo(pronounce it like achoo).

Zevra and Rinu are both 26, Xan is 6, and Keriss and Vylo are twins and two and a half. The kids are Zevra's and not biologically Rinu's, Zevra had the kids with her ex husband, some (also purple) Mirialan dude, he died before the twins were born. Aatoo was a gift from him to Xan btw.

After that Zevra got stuck in an abusive situation, while she was still pregnant, went from partner death to abusive relationship real fast. She got out of the situation but it left some scars on her and Xan, the twins don't remember it.

Zevra and Rinu met during the final year of the clone wars, both worked for their respective planets governments as some form of special agent to keep their planets as out of the war as possible. They hit it off and eventually got married, then Empire, and they, specifically Rinu cause she knows something she shouldn't(that's how she lost her arm) were targeted and had to go into hiding.

They got involved with the rebellion, since they went to Aldaraan as refugees but they're both good at getting information and getting into places without getting caught. When Ahsoka joined the rebellion, they became part of her cell, which primarily deals with information.

They help Ahsoka with her fulcrum stuff when they can and keep the place from falling apart cause the other half of their cell is two sapphic in love traumatized goofs, one has minimal life skills. And while they are also two sapphic in love traumatized goofs, they are functional sapphic in love traumatized goofs that can adult.

So they're basically the parents and in charge when there's no missions. Ahsoka and Kaeden don't mind, both had to grow up too quick and like having parental figures again.

This has been a project that's taken me a long time to complete, from the paper sketch to this has taken almost a year.

It's mostly taken this long because it was largely a project I had on the back burner since more fun/interesting/less complicated projects or ideas came up and I did those first, I've worked on this in patches and it would just just sitting around in various phases cause it is a big project, 6 characters! ibis paint usual doesn't handle my projects with two characters very well, granted those are usually characters with more going on and therefore more layers but still. So whenever some other project needed to be restored cause it crashed and I didn't want to sit around waiting during the day, I'd pop on over to this and try to work on it.

When I finished the coloring I just left it waiting to be shaded cause I was too busy with other projects I felt were more important.

You can definitely tell I rushed it in some areas, specifically the kids clothing all being the same colors cause I just wanted it to be done and the premise of this picture is that they are getting a family photo so some matching I guess?

I really just had to commit myself to getting it done and now that it is done, I feel very good about it, this thing has been haughting me for almost a year with my lack of motivation to finish it, it feels good to have it done.

Tomorrow is Halloween! Yay! I hope it's a fun, safe night for everyone!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you.

VJS out!

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