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geeeedub · 16 days ago

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akaashi keiji x reader

between the margins chapter 2

tags: slowwwwww burnnnnnnn, fluff, just overall cuteness lol, read chapter 1 here

you don’t mean to look for him the moment you walk into the library again.

but you do.

it’s been three days since you sat across from akaashi keiji. three quiet days, filled with a little more confidence and a little less panic. you still remember the way his hand moved when he wrote out those formulas, his calm voice as he explained them, the quiet pause before he said, “if you ever need help again, just ask.”

and now you’re back, fingers tucked into the straps of your backpack, scanning the shelves and study tables. you try not to let it show when you spot him in the same spot, far end of the long table near the window, a book propped up in front of him, one hand turning the pages and the other resting near an open notebook.

you don’t hesitate this time.

“hey,” you say, soft but not shy, slipping into the seat across from him.

akaashi looks up.

there’s no flicker of surprise this time, just a small nod in greeting. “hi.”

you pull out your notebook and drop it onto the table, flipping it open to a blank page. there’s a short pause. a good kind of quiet. like a moment of recognition between two people who’ve decided it’s okay to share space again.

you meet his gaze briefly. “i passed.”

his head tilts. “the exam?”

you nod. “barely. but i’ll take it. honestly, that one formula probably saved me.”

a flicker of something warm crosses his expression. not quite a smile, but a softness. “i’m glad.”

“thanks again,” you say. “i owe you.”

“you don’t,” he replies simply. then, after a short beat,

“but i wouldn’t mind the company again.”

you blink.

it’s quiet. not loaded with an underlying meaning. but there’s something sincere about it.

you smile. “me too.”

and just like that, it becomes the rhythm again. your notebooks spread out in front of you, pencils scribbling in tandem, the hum of the library filling in the spaces where conversation doesn’t. you work quietly, stealing glances now and then to make sure you’re not disturbing him. but akaashi seems at ease. you notice how his foot taps gently under the table when he’s thinking, and how he underlines things twice when they’re important.

you don’t talk for a while, but it doesn’t feel like silence. it feels like something calm.

eventually, during a lull in your notes, you glance over.

“do you always study here?” you ask.

he nods without looking up. “most days. after practice.”

you pause. “volleyball, right?”

he hums in agreement, flipping a page in his textbook. “i’m the setter.”

“that makes sense,” you say before you think too hard about it.

he looks at you, curious. “what does?”

you shrug. “i don’t know. you just seem like someone who keeps things together. doesn’t panic. looks at the big picture.”

akaashi actually blinks at that. then, he smiles. juuuuuust a little.

“you’re not the first person to say that,” he says, tone somewhere between amused and thoughtful.

you grin. “it’s a compliment.”

he nods once, like he understands that. like he’s filing it away in the same mental space where he stores equations and tactical rotations.

“you don’t seem like someone who panics either,” he says, turning the thought back on you.

you laugh. “you didn’t see me before i came in here the first time.”

“i can imagine,” he says, but it’s not teasing. just honest.

you look down at your notes, doodling a small star in the margin. “i’m better when i’m not by myself. studying, i mean. i get too in my head.”

he’s quiet for a moment, and you don’t expect him to say anything. But then,

“i think a lot of people feel that way.”

you glance up at him. “do you?”

akaashi hesitates. “sometimes. not when it comes to studying. but with other things.”

“like what?” you ask, before realizing that might be too personal. “you don’t have to-”

“it’s alright,” he says. his pen slows slightly across the page. “sometimes after matches. especially if we lose. or if i mess up.”

you nod, chewing the inside of your cheek. “that makes sense. i mean, you’re the setter, right? people are always watching you. relying on you.”

akaashi’s eyes meet yours. there’s something unreadable in them. something quietly observant.

“yeah,” he says. “exactly.”

you return to your notes, letting the moment settle between you both. it’s not heavy. it’s just honest.

you work in silence for a while longer. you don’t know when exactly it happens, but you realize that the quiet feels different than before. not awkward, not new, just natural.

he shifts in his seat and you notice that he’s angled his book slightly so it’s not blocking your view of him anymore. a small, thoughtful gesture. you find yourself smiling again.

“do you ever take breaks?” you ask suddenly, stretching your arms over your head with a quiet sigh.

he glances at you. “sometimes. not often.”

you nudge your pencil toward him. “sounds like you need one.”

akaashi gives you a look like he’s not sure whether to be amused or offended. “are you telling me i’m overstudying?”

“just saying,” you grin, “even super amazing setters need to stretch their brains.”

this time, the corner of his mouth twitches. “noted.”

you return to your notebook and, after a moment, hear him do the same.

and then, quietly, like it’s not meant to break the silence but sit within it,

“what other subjects do you struggle with?”

you glance at him again. his tone isn’t condescending, it’s genuinely curious.

you smile. “history. i like it, but i never can remember the dates. they all blur together. like, what even happened in 1868?”

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he leans slightly forward, pulling his book toward him.

“meiji restoration,” he says. “japan shifted from feudal rule to a more modern imperial government.”

you blink. “that was scarily fast.”

he shrugs. “i like history.”

“good,” you say with a grin. “now you’re on tutoring duty for two subjects.”

akaashi doesn’t argue.

he just returns to his reading, and the smile lingers a little longer than usual.

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loveroverthemoon · 8 days ago

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a love of some kind - chap. 01

3.9k words, artist!Ellie Williams X writer!Reader

if you’re a work of art, i’m standing too close.

prologue - completed, read first :)

chap 01 - completed

chap 2 - coming soon

!summary: in the gist of it all, the chaos of your a busy night at your bartendering job, meeting her was unexpected. and with every word she said she continued to suprise you. and it wasn’t one sided. a curiosity ignited between both of you, but neither of you dared to say it—or think it. you thought she was the complete opposite of you, but you soon learn that the two of you aren’t much different.

!warnings: not too much in this chapter, mostly fluff and cuteness. ellie and reader meet, get ready for a slow burn, sort of. but it will be good. cat mention, ellie is a undercover lovergirl, reader lowkey is a stalker..but we’ve all been there, read prologue for more insight. reader is afab, this is woc friendly, no use of y/n, i’m a hopeless romantic so this will be deep, modern au

this was super cute and fun to write, i’m starting to grow a bit attached now, so i hope whoever is starting this series likes it. comments, feedback and reposts are very very encouraged, ill give u a kiss!

”So..that drink..?”

Her voice forces you out of the thoughts that were beginning to flood your mind. You immediately reached for a glass to make her drink. “Yeah. Right. Sorry.” You responded quickly, moving on cue. You made the drink fast and easy, handing it to her. You looked at her face once more. God, she’s pretty.

“Thanks.” Ellie says her voice was rough but it felt…sweet. She keeps her eyes on you as she sips. You dry an empty glass, and you still could feel the twist in your stomach lingering. Your first thought was your mom, or maybe Vera was in trouble. Shit, I have to call Vera and then the hospital-

“It’s packed in here. Jeez.” Ellie says, bringing her glass to her lips. You turn around not expecting to hear her talk again. A part of you was glad someone was distracting you from your running mind. You nod as you look around, it was packed and The Den didn’t close until around 2am.

“Yeah it is.” You felt a bit defeated, just had to make it to closing.

Ellie’s eyes went back to you, quickly noticing that you must be tired and probably overworked. She understood most of that. Unlike you, Ellie’s schedule revolved around hanging around in her studio drawing or trying to figure out what sort of thing to create next. She struggled to find motivation to do anything these days, and Joel always reminded her that she had a spot in his construction business. It’s what brought her here tonight, but she knew taking up Joel’s offer would only mean she was betraying herself in a way. It wasn’t what she wanted, and he had a hard time accepting that.

3 hours eariler

“Come on, Kiddo. It’s just for a few hours. People are asking why I don’t bring you to events like these.” Joel said on the other line, Ellie’s phone on speaker. Ellie was making doodles inside one of her many, many sketchbooks. Her studio was messy, it looked like it belonged to an artist trying to make a living. She wore some old sweatshirt that had an astrology chart on the back and a pair of Joel’s old sweatpants. Joel had always asked her to come to at least one of the many business dinners, but it mostly consisted of drinking, and married men talking about the latest new stripper downtown. She knew she didn’t want to, but he would just keep asking.

Might as well go to this one.

“Fine. Okay? I’ll go. Just don’t think I’ll go again.” She responded, putting her pen down as she stared up to the ceiling. She could already imagine how the night would go. Men asking her about her aspirations, what she thought about the construction business. If she was gonna take over, it made her already want to take what she said back. Joel’s voice immediately came in.

“That’s my girl. I’ll have a suit ironed and sent to you.” He paused for a moment, neither of them hanging up. “Unless you want a dress?”

Ellie couldn’t hold back the slight chuckle, bringing her hand up to her forehead. “Screw you, man. If I see a dress at my door don’t expect to see me.” Joel’s laugh filled the line, Ellie smiling at the sound of it. He always felt like he gained something whenever he teased Ellie, as much as she hated it she liked seeing how much he cracked himself up.

“Just playing around, kiddo. I’ll see you later.” The phone call ended and Ellie groaned softly. She looked around her studio, she was very much aware of the mess. But she never could bring herself to clean or tidy up. Apparently everything that laid on the ground and on her desk was valuable, so why bother cleaning?

Soon enough the suit arrived at her front door, she retrieved it and looked over it. It was similar to all the other ones Joel insisted on getting her, it was like he enjoyed having to buy a suit for someone else other than himself. Ellie changed into it staring at herself in the full mirror. She adjusted a few things here and there, leaving a few buttons undone, letting it fit on her in a way she knew was flattering. She decided to fix her hair up a bit, make it well….less Ellie. She slicked it back slightly, leaving a few strands falling in front of her face to frame. She felt pretty satisfied with herself, shrugging lightly as she turned to grab her phone. She snapped a quick picture, sending it to the groupchat with Jesse and Dina.

Ellie: Finally gave into Joel and going to his business dinner. 😐

The responses came in pretty quick from the both of them. Which Ellie was used to. Dina and Jesse were attached to the hip. They probably were together now.

J: lookin like a chapper young man, r u about to get laid 2nite?

D: You look very hot, Els. Have a nice time with middle aged men! ✌️

Ellie stared at the responses, she chuckled to herself. Fucking Jesse. He always knew how to get Ellie all embarrassed. Ellie hasn’t been with anyone seriously since Cat. But she always had been the flirter, sometimes not even on purpose. But relationships right now was the last thing on her mind. She had almost forgotten that it was even a choice for her. It was time to leave her place so she grabbed her camera, knowing that Joel would have wanted her to get a few professional photos for him. Slipping on her worn out Doc Martens and she made it out the door, combing her hand through her hair as she locked the front door. She looked up the address that Joel had sent her, it wasn’t too far. It was pretty close by, actually. She began to prepare herself for tonight, just make it through tonight.

The moment she walked in, her ears were filled with jazz and chatter, the smell of food and alcohol hitting her. She looked at some people, saw the kind of men she knew she’d see. This place is nice, at least. Ellie looked around, it was dim but the warm light made everything feel like a dream. There were old photographs up on the walls, some seem decades old. Vintage. She looked over them, reading the small descriptions on the bottom.

The Den, 1968

The building was barely built then, a scrawny man standing next to a pregnant blonde woman in the black and white photo. His smile was big, like he had just won something. The moment captured was the beginning of something that ended up being pretty much successful. Ellie wondered if he knew, she wondered if he was still around. “Ellie, Kiddo!” Ellie turned around, getting pulled away from the photo, seeing Joel came up to her with open arms. He hugged her, she patted his back gently as he let go. He looked her over with an approving nod. “You clean up nice. Look at ya.” His arms came to her shoulders, brushing them off. “Let me go introduce you to some folks.”

It felt like Ellie had talked to so many strangers, she zoned out as Joel spoke about her, sometimes he forgot she was standing right next to him. Joel pulled her to meet another person, and then another…then another. Her responses were starting to become almost robotic and on cue. She stood next to Joel as he spoke to an older man, the conversation shifting away from her for a moment. She stuck her hands into her pants pocket, sighing. This was the last place she wanted to be. As Joel and the man continued to talk, a woman walked in between them, brushing past Ellie slightly. She seemed like she was in a rush, but as she rushed past, Ellie’s nose was suddenly filled by something sweet. A slight interest in her eyes, it was unlike anything she had smelled before. Vanilla? Or was it a fruit smell, maybe strawberries? Or both? Whatever it was, it was unique and it made her look the woman's way. It made her look your way.

Your scent disappeared and so did you, but she kept looking in the direction you went. She was partially distracted, the older man starting to talk to her. But she couldn’t think about anything right now.

Fuck. She smelled good.

Ellie nodded mindlessly, as the man began to talk about how he started his own business. It was the talk that Ellie could care less about. It felt like he had been talking for hours, but thankfully Joel came up from behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“I gotta pull her away, I need some photos with that camera of yours. That's alright?” He said to her, a smile on his face. Joel to the fucking rescue.

Ellie nodded and agreed. She began to follow him, her camera in her hands. She took some shots of Joel, and with his fellow business men. They all looked cozy, like they had been friends for years. A soft click and flash with every photo, more and more people wanting one. Ellie had always been good with taking photos, she enjoyed it. She used it for her art most of the time, her talent was obvious. After what felt like a million photos, Joel came up to her feeling pretty satisfied.

“Thanks a lot, kiddo. Go get a drink from the bar, everything is covered.” Ellie nodded, “Yeah, okay.” She responded as she put her camera away, letting it hang from her shoulder. She made her way towards the bar, combing her hand through her hair, brushing through the crowd. The bar area was pretty packed, and some people were already drunk as hell. She managed to find an open seat in the corner, she let out a heavy breath. Finally, a chair.

The two bartenders seemed busy enough, Ellie didn’t grab their attention for a few moments. Then, her eyes had landed on your back taking an order on the other side of the counter. She moved her eyes away, not trusting herself not to look any lower. You eventually came to her side of the counter, your back turned. She finally built up the courage to speak.

“Could I get a whiskey on the rocks?”

When you finally turned around to her, a soft air hit her once more. The familiar smell hitting her lightly again. It was you. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of you now, unconsciously taking in your features. Ellie wasn’t sure if she was even breathing, you looked as sweet as you smelled. Ellie looked at you as if you were some kind of puzzle she desperately wanted to figure out, maybe it was the way you carried yourself. Reserved, but waiting to be seen. Waiting to be solved. Ellie forces herself to speak once more, watching as you begin to make her drink and hand it to her. She took a sip, the alcohol burning her throat slightly, she looked around. She wanted to look at anyone but you.

“It’s packed in here. Jeez.” She said, finally forcing herself to look at you.

She could see a slight tiredness in your eyes as you looked around. It was the type of tiredness that had more to it, she couldn’t tell if it was because you were here or something else. But it made you more..real. More human, and she found it beautiful.

“You look like you could use a drink,” Ellie said to you once more, a slight chuckle leaving her lips. She regretted it the moment it came out. Seriously? She figured the last thing you wanted to do was to make conversation. But once she saw a small, faint smile form on your lips, she couldn’t fight back the smile that grew on hers.

“I could, probably yeah.” You responded, leaning back slightly on the counter. “But, I’m not much of a drinker.” You said, grabbing a glass to dry, staying on Ellie’s side of the counter.

“You don’t drink?” Ellie responded, she made sure to take a mental note. She didn’t know why, she didn’t know if she’d ever see you again after tonight. “I’ve never heard of a bartender that doesn’t drink.”

You place the dish away, grabbing another. You looked at Ellie, seeing how she didn’t move her eyes away from you. It made you feel a bit self conscious in a way. “I’m one of a kind, I guess.” You responded, looking at her with a soft shrug.

Ellie’s eyes were filled with interest, and a slight curiosity. She wanted to know more about you, you had a vibe that she just wanted to know. “Guess you are then, huh?” She said with a light chuckle, bringing her glass up to her lips. Her eyes never leave your face as you work, maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all.

After you both learned each other's names, the conversation never seemed to die out. You don’t remember the last time you actually enjoyed a conversation with someone at work. You both agreed about how weird it was that some men preferred girls half their age, and then tried to guess the age of some of the women here. Ellie was quite impressed by your observing skills, you were definitely better at guessing than she was.

“No…She’s definitely about…19. Or 20 even.” You said to Ellie as you made a drink for another customer, pouring a mix into the glass. Both your eyes were fixed on a girl not too far from the two of you. She was much shorter, and had dark black hair that was tied up. She was holding onto the arm of a man that looked 50 at least. She was wearing a red dress that definitely looked way too tight on her. You figured that maybe she didn’t have a choice.

You noticed how she looked everywhere but at the man she was with, and how her gaze would constantly go to a particular younger waiter you worked with. Once you mentioned it to Ellie, she laughed, looking back at you.

“Holy shit. I didn’t even catch that,” She said her eyes at the girl, whose gaze was fixed on the guy. She shook her head, as she looked back at you. “You’re good at this.”

The compliment should’ve meant nothing, but for some reason it was nice to hear someone say you were good at something.

You smiled faintly, “No, I’m just very bored.” Ellie smiled as she looked at you, it was warm. ”Well, I could entertain you for now. Make you less bored.” She said, your eyes locked with hers.

And that’s exactly what she did. She talked about herself mostly, but you listened. You learned that she was an artist, and that her dad, but wasn’t exactly her dad, brought all these people here tonight. He ran a successful construction business and you listened as she complained about how he basically forced her to come tonight. It was nice to hear about someone else's life other than your own, and Ellie found herself talking more than she had intended. She felt like it was easy to talk to you, and you listened while you made drinks. She never opened up about her life to strangers, but your soft face and smile made it feel like it was okay.

You both continued to talk endlessly and a few hours had passed, and eventually you quickly got busy with people wanting last minute drinks before closing. So, the conversation between you two ended with a “Be right back.”

She watched as you made drinks for people, the bar area becoming a bit more crazy than before. She felt a bit disappointed, but it was quickly replaced with something else as she watched you. Everything you did, you did with a softness that she noticed. You seem like you knew what you were doing and you looked like you had your shit together.

But she couldn’t forget those eyes.

She reached for the small bag that held her camera and her small sketchpad and pen. She took those out, and she watched you. The way you constantly moved a strand of hair that kept falling onto the side of your face. The way your eyebrows tensed as you took orders. She began to sketch the slope of your nose, and then down to the roundness of your lips. Her eyes moving to her sketch then back to you. Ellie’s hand moved loosely and effortlessly across the page, making every feature she knew of nearly perfect. As she added a few last details, the small lines on your face and the soft beauty mark that rested there. She took the page out of the sketchpad, looking at you once again. You were busy now, your mind had forgotten about Ellie and fixed on getting these last few orders in and finished.

As you handed the last drink to a customer, something made you look back to where Ellie was sitting. It was empty now, and you couldn’t see her anywhere else. You made your way towards that side of the counter, immediately going for her empty glass. That’s when you noticed a piece of paper under the glass. You tilted your head out of curiosity and slight hope.

Did she leave her number?

You picked it up, and the last thing you expected to see was yourself. You stared at the sketch that Ellie had drawn of you and you couldn’t move your eyes from it. Nobody has ever drawn you before, and for some reason it didn’t feel real. You looked at every detail, the beauty mark that you believed nobody but yourself would ever notice. Ellie did, she noticed. You felt your stomach twist, you’ve never seen yourself look so..pretty. A voice called out from behind you, you didn’t hear at first until it got louder. You quickly folded the paper, putting it in your back pocket and went back to work.

As The Den reached closing, you cleaned up the counters. The girl you worked with was nice enough to do the rest as well as close up. You grabbed your things and left. It was late, but you didn’t feel as tired anymore. You put on your headphones, and put on the same playlist you always listened to, and began the short walk back to your apartment. You finally reached the front door, unlocking it and going inside. With a heavy exhale, you took off your jacket and dropped your bag onto the floor. You made your way towards your couch, falling into it with a soft thump. You went through the whole day over again in your mind. For some reason, today felt like it lasted forever. You rubbed your face as you sat up, looking around your apartment.

The only light came from the small lamp, and from the lights outside bleeding through the window. You didn’t feel tired, but you knew you should sleep. But then you remembered, Ellie.

You grabbed the folded piece of paper from your back pocket, opening it up. It was a bit crinkled but it was still in good shape and once again, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. Why did she even do that?

You looked over to your laptop that laid on the table in front of you, and you shifted. The soft light coming from your laptop made you flinch slightly but you quickly recovered. You looked down to the paper in your hands, flipping it to the other side absentmindedly, and there you saw it.

Thank you for the drink. I enjoyed it, and you. - E.W

You felt your heart jump a bit. How did I miss this? You read the words over and over again, as if it would change in any way. She enjoyed your company. You didn’t realize you were smiling at the words. This hasn’t ever happened to you before, and it felt nice. You didn’t exactly know what the intentions were, and thinking about it made your stomach flip. So..you avoided even thinking about it as a whole.

But still, you hesitantly typed in Ellie’s name into your laptop, you didn’t mean to…exactly. The slight guilt quickly faded when your eyes landed onto the first thing that popped up.

It was some sort of portfolio, you clicked on it. Ellie’s name comes up in big bold letters. You scrolled down a bit and it was a well made page. It looked like a blog of some sort, but then again it looked way too professional to be just a normal blog. There were some photos of Ellie, standing next to her art pieces. The artwork was breathtaking. It was more than just colors and lines. You stared at one photo in particular, Ellie standing next to an art piece. It looked like it was taken at some museum. She has art in a museum? You looked at the piece, and something in your mind connected with it.

The painting was dark, and was from a ground perspective. It looked like there was a group of humanlike figures, tall. It felt like they were looking right at you. It made you feel small. There was a soft light in the middle of the painting; it seemed like all the light had moved to the center. As you looked at the painting, taking it in, you felt 17 again.

You looked at Ellie in the photo, a soft smile on her lips. She looked a lot happier compared to her art. You looked at the soft tattoo on her arm that you didn’t notice tonight. You continued to scroll, and scroll. Your eyes moving from the art and back to artist. You were growing to be some kind of…fan. Her work inspired you in a way, it made you feel a bit honored that Ellie decided to draw you. You scrolled through some pictures of Ellie and a woman, they looked close. You started to notice that Ellie had photos with different people. Did she seriously know that many people?

You scrolled back up to the top of the page, it gave you the option to follow the page. For a moment, you considered. If I did, she’d know I was full on stalking her. But maybe she wanted me to? You shook your head. “What am I doing?” You shut your laptop, looking at it.

But you quickly opened it again, staring at your screen again.

You felt your stomach flip, and reconsidered. Fuck. You pressed the follow button before you could stop yourself, and shut your laptop again. You exhaled, looking at the sketch Ellie had made of you on the table. She’s an artist. Of course she’s gonna draw people. You came up with every excuse you could for yourself. I’m supporting her art. She’s a good artist.

You laid down on your back, still telling yourself the same excuses over and over again. She’s a good artist.

You fell asleep, right there on the couch, hoping she’d leave your mind. But of course, she only just re-entered in your dreams.

And she was still as pretty as ever.

lo; please cmt to be tagged in chap 2! this is helping me get better at writing and i love fics so…hope u like mine. yall not ready for this banger!!!!!

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faceless-ghostt · 3 months ago

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you hear a chanting from a distance, it’s going mermaymermaymermaymermaymermaymermay- … it’s too late to run, the mermaid au is here

please take merman Tim, he was supposed to only have red green and yellow as his colors but i hated it so uhhhhh, he’s very colorful now 🥰

Fisherman Cassie will be here soon and lazy doodle of merman Bart and vague explanation of the AU under the cut :D

he is the first i designed and my favorite tbh. I like Tim’s but it’s probably going to be messed with, the colors aren’t my favorite. Kon has a fun design but i definitely like some of my original shark themed characters more…. and he hasn’t been colored yet BUT I’LL GET THERE. Greta hasn’t been drawn yet, inspiration hasn’t struck yet i guess

Each of the merfolk are themed loosely around real animals but have wild colors and are combined with things from other species as well. Like both Kon and Bart are themed on sharks(kon mor heavily) but Bart is mostly based on a Lionfish. He gets more spines near the full moon and then sheds them during the following waning gibbous. Tim is based on Jellyfish, really any jellyfish works but his sting and tentacles are based on a Portuguese Man o’ War(his tentacles come from directly above his spine but appear spread out due to being underwater) that’s why i added purple and blue to his design fun fact. just like Bart his inspiration is more obvious on the full moon, tho his isn’t a slow thing like Bart’s, his is exclusively on the full moon. Tim is also fucking SLOW because he is a jellyfish, feel the need to point out that this man is a loser. Kon hasn’t been colored yet but he is themed on just a traditional sandbar shark, he does have frills like the other mer folk, but his is meant to make him look more alien(even though he’s not kryptonian here) so I’m not going to yap about his design here

anyyyyyyways. Vague explanation of the AU time! So this is a h2o Just add Water AU, however it is JUST an h2o AU, Mako mermaids is not going to be acknowledged in the worldbuilding, any overlap is purely coincidental, i have issues with their worldbuilding. If you haven’t watched h2o don’t worry tho, everything you need to know will be put here, we are only taking their origins, not much of the already very limited story. This story IS centered on Tim Bart and Kon. I will be upfront about that. However the rest of Young Justice and family will be given a decent amount of focus, the Titans, Lanterns, JL, Speedsters, Superfam, Batfam, Arrow fam and much more do play a role but will not get as much focus. This AU focuses mainly on Young Justice. Now that that’s out of the way, explanation time!

What is there to say really, Tim and Bart vaguely knew each other and were on friendly terms, both rather popular among the teens in their small costal town. Kon is a kid who recently showed up, crashing on his friend Kyle’s couch before being picked up by a lovely older couple, Ma and Pa Kent. One Day Tim is on his way home when [INSERT RANDOM BULLY I HAVEN’T DECIDED ON YET] tricks him onto a boat that wont turn on and pushes his out to sea. Unlike Cleo though, he CAN swim, however he has his bookbag full of his electronics with him so he can’t exactly swim back without destroying them(he can swim but he is not good enough at it to confidently keep the bag and himself above water). That’s when Bart shows up just like Rikki did, jumping off a ledge and into the boat with the spark plug necessary to start the boat. Kon is invited on when he calls them out for using a boat that’s not theirs. The three of them go on a joyride before eventually getting stranded, Tim telling them to row to Mako island as it’s closer(yes they go to mako island, no they aren’t in Australia, they are mermaids the geography can be as wild as i please). They wonder up the island looking for connection to make a call for help when they slip on a rock and fall down a weird hole.

They find the moonpool! Yippee! They actually get pretty decent connection there so they make a call for help before trying to get out. They realize pretty quickly that they are stuck, so they hangout in the cave for a while talking. It’s only when Bart notices that there are fish in the moonpool do they realize that it connects to the ocean. By this point it’s midnight, the rescue crew try as they might for some reason couldn’t find the entrance to the moonpool, So the boys call again, explaining that they will attempt to swim out. As they get in the water the pool starts bubbling and the moon is directly above them. It quickly stops and Bart swims ahead to see if it’s even possible to swim out, it is and the boys exit, not realizing that they are strangely able to hold their breath for much longer than before. They make it out and are saved, sadly Bart’s phone is now dead, RIP to the goat.

The next day they all turn into mermaids for the first time and absolutely lose it.

and that’s the indepth intro, time for the Vague look into everything else! Cassie is Louis in this AU, she’s a fisherman who helps them hide their secret and learn the extent of their powers. Cissie is a professional swimmer, i think something like synchronized swimming due to her mom’s pressure. she eventually breaks free tho and ends up practicing traditional swimming, she’s really good and just like in yj98 she goes to the olympics. Greta is the only other merfolk that is a part of the main cast, she however can’t transform back into a human even when completely dry. She knows she was born human but strangely can’t remember anything about her life before becoming a mermaid. Slobo is a fisherman as well but deals in the less than legal aspects of it before meeting YJ, afterwards he levels out because holy fuck those are merfolk. Anita is a freediver! she’s pretty new to it but after seeing Cissie swim she really wanted to do the same, she does have an advantage tho, i won’t say what but girl starts her freediving journey off strong thanks to it. Ray shows up a few times but sorry to Ray fans, i’m just not too interested in him :(

Donna and Kyle are there too(thank you Gis for that) they are marine biologists, the Mers go to them after a lot of convincing from Cassie and Kon who know both of them and have a lot of faith. They fight off other marine biologist with a stick fr fr

The older heroes do play a role but i think i will stay quiet about that for now :)

Thank you for listening to all my rambles, i’m turning this au around in my head like a microwave

#i am so normal about this au i swear #i totally am not clawing at the walls of my enclosure no not at all #i like mermaids onlly a little bit :3 #tim drake #bart allen #dc impulse #red robin #dc #young just us #young justice 98 #tim drake as robin #tim drake fanart #bart allen fanart #h2o just add us au #mermay #mermay 2025

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enoe-of-noen · 1 year ago

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Better than me

Contains: Insecure Gender Neutral!Mc, OM! Beelzebub, hurt/comfort, lotta words, poor writing :/

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Mc looked at their test score. “Woah, a 64? That’s not too bad!” Their seat mate smiled, noticing Mc’s furrowed brows. “..what’d you get?” Mc stared at them with their cold eyes, making their seat mate shiver. “U-uhm! A-a…a 95..” Mc took a breath and smiled. “Good for you,” the teacher dismissed them and Mc waved them adieu.

“Mc! Mc!” A newspaper member walked up to them with sparkles in their eyes. “Yes?” “I made it into the art contest!! They actually liked my art!” Mc chuckled at their enthusiasm, pushing back their intruding thoughts. “That’s wonderful, I was confident in you anyways.” The member grinned before running off to their next class.

“…” Mc silently walked to their next class; looking down at the doodles on their paper. “Art…” They tapped their pencil on the paper repeatedly, before groaning. “I’m not even good, why should I bother thinking about it?”

“Mc?” Satan’s voice whispered. Mc turned to look at him with a raised brow. “Yes?” Satan pointed at Mc’s bouncing leg with concern. “You look troubled, something the matter?” Mc sighed, calming their leg down. “It’s nothing important, Tanny.” Satan wasn’t convinced but returned to writing notes. Mc huffed and looked at the clock, waiting for the day to be over with.

At lunch, Mc found themselves alone outside. “A beautiful day..heh, and here I am sulking on my mediocre skills.” They sniffled and took a bite of their food. “God, I’m pathetic..”

“Mc?” The voice made Mc jump and whip their head to the sound. “Oh, Beelzeburg, hey,” they smiled. “I’m not, uhm, annoying you by being here, right?” “Not at all, if anything, I need the company.” Mc scooted and made room for Beelzebub on the bench. “You still hungry? I don’t feel like eating,” they offered their lunch. “Thank you,” he took it with a small smile.

They sat in silence for a minute before Beel spoke. “Mc, are you..okay? Ever since this morning you’ve looked down.” Mc’s eyes went wide. “Oh, h-have I? Sorry, Beel, you don’t need to worry about it, I swear. Just…thoughts.”

“Thoughts?” Mc nodded at his confusion. “What..what thoughts?” He stopped eating, giving Mc his full attention. “Sometimes, I have these..thoughts. Thoughts that tell me I’m not good enough, that everyone is better than me.” Mc took a shaky breath, Beel’s hand placing itself on their back.

“I can’t get a stupid test mark higher than 70%, every art/craft I create is trash compared to actual artists, I stress about such stupid, little things, and the fact…” They sniffed. “The fact…I’m just human…” A tear fell from their eye. “I’m sorry, Beel, you probably don’t want to hear this,” they wiped their cheek.

“…I don’t mind. I like hearing your voice. And..it makes me feel useful to you,” he held their hand. “I can’t really help with those, but Mc, I love your art. I love your effort in practically everything. I love your drive to succeed. I love being here for you.” Mc sniffled. “I love you.”

Mc had slow tears falling from their cheeks. “I love the fact you’re human. That you allow yourself to be vulnerable. That you trust me,” Beel hugged them tightly. “I hope I can help you more, you’re very important to me, Mc.”

“Oh Beel..” Mc sobbed into his shoulder, clutching his shirt. “Mc, I love you. I know that there are people better than you, but, that doesn’t mean you’re any less amazing.” Beelzebub continued rubbing their back gently until they calmed.

“Thanks, Beel…I l-love you too.” Mc smiled, holding Beelezebub tighter. “No problem, Mc.” Beelzebub returned the smile. Lunch ended and Beelzebub led Mc to a bathroom to wash up, waiting outside patiently. “I’m done, let’s go,” Mc took Beelzebub’s hand before walking off.

“I’ll always have those days where I’m down in the dumps, but at least I’ll have you there by my side for as long as you can.”

Mmm could always be better.

#obey me drabble #obey me comfort #obey me mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #om! beel #om! beelzebub #om! shall we date #not entirely proud #obey me satan #om! satan #obey me beelzebub x mc #gender neutral mc

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subway-boss-jericho · 2 months ago

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(hammer anon)

A quiet conversation or something with Ingo talking while Emmet listens

It’s funny that you say this because I was actually! Going to draw the two of them talking kendnjsbwb in the end I got more inspiration from the room description (Probably because I’ve been trying to work on my environments/backgrounds more lately) if I end up doodling something I’ll try to share

I do also. Adore every drawing you do (in general and also for this au)

Ingo is alone under the water for a very, very long time.

Looking at you.

Ough the. Ingo Knows Emmet wouldn’t abandon him and leave him there. Knows that emmet would be pulling every stop to help him out. I can’t imagine in worry he would feel when that just Doesn’t Happen. When he’s just left there completely alone, unable to move.

Wondering about Emmet’s side too- is he worried? Does he try to help his brother out immediately? Think of a plan of attack only for it to fall through? Feel himself get more and more tired in time with Ingo’s own system slowing down?

The amount of trust Emmet would have to have- just hoping that one day someone will be able to help. That people will recall them enough to do so. I know this is when they both have a lot more support from people, and tensions are likely at an all time low after this last Pokémon has been defeated, but having to ask the people who once looked upon them in fear or incomprehension for help… I’m sure it’s a scary thought. Not that he has much of a choice.

It’s interesting to think about, actually. Time that is. I’ve seen the range of how far huisi is go from anywhere between 150 years to over 400, so I wonder how much time actually passes for them. [basing it purely off of when legends arceus’ time period Actually occurred, assuming b/w is in our current year (happy 2025!) the 150 years is more accurate. But it can be very easily argued that b/w occurs in the future, seeing the technology they have. Uh. Assuming they are waking up in b/w era. I am rambling about unimportant things again!]

Depending, it would be interesting for them to see how the stories of their fights has changed and evolved over time. How much of a presence they have in history at all! Wonder if they save Ingo from the depths first (biased on the vow made in the master post) and Emmet wakes up after a while Very disoriented and goes out to find his twin (which honestly has So much potential (funny and angsty)) or if emmet is uncovered by accident and by looking into why the heck there is a Whole Living Guy here they find out about ingo.

The the! Extraction itself! I suppose they have a lot more technology now, so digging him up and hauling him out would be… easier? Could a boat carry him? I suppose it would depend on how off-shore he is. I’m having the mildly amusing thought of him just opening his mouth and a whole aquarium pouring out (but I think you implied he would not fill with water re: oxygen reserves)

Then there is! Water damage! Idk if being blessed makes him completely impervious to corrosion. And like. The passage of time. If there is a current there he’s not going to be having a very fun time. There is also the weight of water, which he is at a depth he cannot fight against. The deepest a submarine has ever gone was roughly 36000 ft, (that’s the abyssal zone) but with most making it anywhere from 2000 to 3000 ft normally (the mesopelagic zone- but the number of which regular subs can go seems to very a Lot)

To put it in numbers, 1 cubic foot of water is roughly 62 pounds. So 3000 ft deep would be around 187,000 lbs. which is uh. A lot (about 21 Asian elephants, if that helps). Half an inch steel plate can withstand around 30,000 lbs per square inch (without serious deformation) (to continue the Asian elephant measure, about 3.5 elephants). But submarine hulls are nearly 2 inches thick. Since ingo is made to fight Pokémon, one could assume his hull is pretty thick!

The submarine that went around 36,000 ft deep had a hull thickness of 3.5 inches, so theoretically if ingo was as thick or thicker than that he could be under 2,232,000 lbs of water! (253.6 Asian elephants. If you’re wondering.) but that Does men he would be substantially harder to get to.

Where the hell am I going with this. Normally I’d cut this stuff out but I’m just going to keep it in. This is what brain rot for this au has done to me /lh

Anyway! It’s just interesting to think about the kind of condition he’d be found in. Not to mention his mental state, which I’m sure isolation didn’t help. And!! (The uh. Reason I was trying to figure out what depth he could withstand in the first place-) the kind of Pokémon he’d see. Bioluminescence becomes a more common occurrence deeper in the ocean, so I can imagine it could be… rather terrifying, depending. Just seeing random shapes in the darkness… once you’re over 3000 ft deep, no more light can reach you from the sun. Even then, at higher depths (~700ft) you’re mostly getting blue and green light.

Basically! Ingo is not having a very fun time while awake. Even if nothing approaches him, he can’t move to protect himself and most things are completely unidentifiable. Verrry scary for anyone.

Presumably he’s pulled up near Sinnoh, so I wonder what their plans are after recovering. I can’t imagine they are good to go immediately after. All That. (And I think both of them would like a moment to process that they are Both here and Alive and Together and also XXX years in the future). I think it would be a little more difficult for ingo to. Move around, due to the sudden population change and amount of cities and all. Do they ever go to unova? Or maybe to another place that isn’t. A relatively small island?

Wonder if arceus had any plans for them after completing their initial mission. There’s always world ending things going on, but would any of them be serious/big enough for either to get involved?

Then there is! Trains! I’m assuming emmet sees one and just. Marvels at its construction (probably a frequent occurrence in this new tech heavy world) and tells ingo about it? He’s much bigger than steady tracks ingo, so would he even be able to see them?

And then there’s the whole!!! There are two guys from the past and can maybe shed some light on history. Cynthia would be Very happy to talk to them, both as a person who loves history and a champion level trainer!

Which brings he to the idea that Many people would Love to battle with the twins. Wonder how Emmet gets a new crew (if he does, seeing as they are not exactly fighting huge Pokémon anymore. Might be important for upkeep though) and by that thought, what’s his relationships with the current day people? How is ingo received, seeing as people are both more open minded but also have never seen human ingo before?

Ooo I went off. I have more thoughts but I’ll leave it at this for now!

HI AGAIN!! Thank you for the ask and thank you soso much for your patience!

This ramble is about to get fucking long. Hold on to your butt.

Also descriptions of near death experiences, injury, and mentions of past death. Good luck!

A quiet conversation or something with Ingo talking while Emmet listens

Rereading this ask to reply to the whole thing I actually got absolutely blasted with an idea that will now haunt me until I manage to draw it to the extent I want. So eventually that soon.

Ingo hunched over Emmet completely, camera under him. Emmet is sitting on one of his triangle sensors with a small fire going, and through the holes in Ingo's shelter, you can see snow outside. Dark lighting from the shadow he's casting. Ingo has his forehead against the ground, eyes closed, and mouth open while he speaks.

Hopefully I can beam it into your brain, and draw it in the vivid glory it appears as in my head someday

Ingo Knows Emmet wouldn’t abandon him and leave him there. [...] I can’t imagine in worry he would feel when that just Doesn’t Happen.

Emmet would never leave him. Emmet would never leave him behind.

So then, why did he? Why hasn't he come back?

In the silence that question is forced to fester.

Was Emmet hurt? Did Ingo do something wrong? Were there more dynamax pokemon after he fell?

He can't help but fear for the worst. But in his mind, the kinder option is that Emmet just, knew. he knew Ingo was too much to take care of without destroying himself in the process. And so when he fell, he, let him go. He took his chance, went to live his own happy life, able to explore, make friends, and live life to the fullest without the weight of the promise he made dragging him into the depths beside him.

It's a kinder idea than the thought that he failed, and no one is left to come back for him.

But that "kind" idea means that he's done something wrong. That being this way was, in fact, too much to be loved. Just like the others, just like all the people he horrified, frightened, repulsed, Emmet too knew that he couldn't be sustained. Not while keeping the region happy and healthy. He's a dynamax pokemon too, after all. Even if he has a different coat of paint. He would destroy them, too- just, slower. kinder. less intentionally. Resources were already something they fought for.

they don't need a 120 foot mouth to feed. they don't need him.

he really hopes emmet is happy. if emmet is happy, then all of this was worth it, and everything is okay. he can stay this way. fulfilling his purpose, his life's duty to protect them, even from himself when necessary. and if he can stay alive a little longer, emmet can keep living a long, happy life. he might still come back for him someday. even if it's only to preserve his living battery and keep his happy life going strong a while longer.

it's easier to latch onto than the alternative.

Wondering about Emmet’s side too- [...]

Oh he's not just worried, Emmet is terrified. Ingo has never been hurt this badly before, and now Emmet can't reach him. His first attempt to go back failed, and the crew wouldn't be able to go with him if he tried anything riskier. The crew is scared of Emmet going alone and getting hurt, and eventually, they try to prevent him from returning for his own safety. Not until they can safely go with him, to make sure he isn't alone.

This proves to have been the right decision, as Emmet begins to grow more and more sluggish, losing that holy, blessed energy until he's actively being drained of it- passing out standing up, or at random times after blinking too long. He's started drawing up blue prints for submersible plans, but he doesn't have the time nor raw resources to create them. Emmet is being drawn into stasis, in part because of Ingo's desperation for Emmet to find him. It's part of the blessing. They don't share injuries, but when Ingo is hurt, Emmet can tell exactly how. And some small part of that is because he can feel it.

So when Ingo starts to grow more and more tired from trying to heal his open wounds, Emmet can feel it. He can feel hibernation stasis approaching rapidly.

The amount of trust Emmet would have to have- just hoping that one day someone will be able to help.

Emmet isn't just trusting the crew. He's begging them. He has nothing else to offer, but this is the only thing he cares about. He openly weeps about it, to them. He needs their help. He's going to fall asleep. He cannot do it alone.

He's heard the ways they talked about Ingo. He knows what they think of him. He knows that they don't trust him, like him, see him as a human being. But he begs them to save his brother's life in his absence. He begs them with every drop of blood in his body, and every ounce of holy power bestowed to him. Please, please help us.

It turns out, he didn't know as much as he thought he did. Over the year they've worked together, he's gained the fierce and undying loyalty of the region they've worked so hard to save. Ingo doesn't scare or repulse them. He isn't some monster, some enigma, some computer, some landmark, some tool. He's a friend, a brother, a son, an acquaintance, a hero, a kid. He saved all of them at the cost of getting to live his own life, and they can all see that clearly.

By the time Emmet falls asleep, scared though he is that he may never open his eyes, he sleeps knowing that his crew are going to do absolutely everything in their power to ensure that Ingo sees the sunlight again someday.

Emmet was expecting a lot of things, but hope wasn't one of them.

I’ve seen the range of how far huisi is go from anywhere between 150 years to over 400, so I wonder how much time actually passes for them.

I usually place Hisui around 200~ years behind modern day, but in Mecha AU it is 300 :] for flavor and enrichment.

Depending, it would be interesting for them to see how the stories of their fights has changed and evolved over time. How much of a presence they have in history at all!

I think the fine details aren't recorded as well/do get a little lost, but actually this whole period is as well documented as they were able to get it. After Emmet falls asleep, people begin keeping official records- Many had journals or other accounts of the events that happened before that, but as soon as the twins themselves go dark, they realize very quickly how important preserving this information is going to be. The legend of the twins themselves is integral to the history of the region and is extremely well recorded. In fact! They have a yearly festival in celebration of them. The Titan of Steel and The Engineer.

They are legends, myths of sorts. So, while not universally known even by the people of the region, they are major historical celebrities.

Following up on your next point- Ingo is saved first. Emmet actually, made himself a glass case that only opens from the inside. He currently lives in the basement of the Sunyshore lighthouse, and the crew knows exactly where he is. Despite their efforts, they have never managed to wake him. So, they need to find Ingo first.

The twins were not forgotten to time. The people of Hisui made sure of it.

The the! Extraction itself! [...]

It's gonna be complicated as hell. I am currently working with a friend on rewriting canon for the third or fourth time, but the summary of how things are gonna go right now is this:

More important than anything else in his recovery, Ingo needs to be healed and fixed. He wasn't able to get out of the water due to his injuries, and now sitting here stagnant has only worsened that problem. By the time Ingo gets out of the ocean, he's going to be mostly pulling himself out of the water- with external and internal help.

They are also setting up a huge dry dock for him, too, which I particularly enjoy. That way they can get him up and out of the water but still in the area for major repairs before being yote out into the big wide world.

He kind of needs help getting damage undone for that to happen, though. like the . brain damage, energy depletion, chronic injury, and severe dehydration/malnutrition. there are a lot of major hurdles they'll need to overcome.

I’m having the mildly amusing thought of him just opening his mouth and a whole aquarium pouring out (but I think you implied he would not fill with water re: oxygen reserves)

Fun fact I actually did sort of write that. Yeah, when he leaves the water, there is gonna be a lot that pours off/out of him. Also- To answer the assumption, he isn't going to fill with water, but he does have a lot of flooded zones due to damage. He's got a lot of water in him, but thankfully, still enough air to make it.

Then there is! Water damage!

He's not impervious to corrosion, although he is highly resistant to it. He holds up really well up until the last stretch, in which his internal stores and reserves are getting so depleted that he can no longer passively resist the ambient erosion. So! Thankfully not as bad as one would expect. but. no he's doing pretty shit

There is also the weight of water, which he is at a depth he cannot fight against.

Unfortunately this statement comes with a major clarification that also defeats a lot of your following detailed breakdown, which wounds me personally because it's extremely fascinating. Ingo can't physically be more than 200~ish feet below the surface because he's only 400 feet tall. He needed to be able to stand upright and fight against Jellicent, which invalidates him being underwater any deeper than he could stand upright. Now- I do think he sinks into the sand overtime and does end up seabed level. But he absolutely cannot be a thousand feet or more under the water.

The reason he was unable to get up and leave is because of his injuries post-battle. This was a more recent decision because I realized it was kind of a plot hole if I left it like that- left it where Ingo couldn't resist the water's weight at all. It would make him leaving the water next to impossible, and also kind of didn't make any sense. So yeah, it's mostly due to his injuries after the fight, on TOP of the weight of the ocean.

I also have Thalassophobia, so I haven't really been doing research on how the ocean works 😔 Freaks me out too bad, I will get upset fast. I appreciate hearing the statistical research though, I have been wondering about it for a while.

Because you brought it up- his hull is definitely thicker than a few inches! I don't know exactly what thickness, though.

Where the hell am I going with this. Normally I’d cut this stuff out but I’m just going to keep it in. This is what brain rot for this au has done to me /lh

I love you and this and I'm obsessed with you, please continue to talk about whatever you damn well please and know that I am listening with incredible enthusiasm.

It’s just interesting to think about the kind of condition he’d be found in. Not to mention his mental state, which I’m sure isolation didn’t help.

Yyyeah 😭😭 Physical summary: On The Brink Of Death. Mental Summary: Somehow Worse.

Mentally, he, kind of stops, acting human. His memories are starting to wear out from misuse and overuse, and as his reserves decay- like power -they become less and less accessible. He replays and relives the same memories over and over, trying to recapture the moments. (vague gestures........ the animatic. i will leave that there)

So, when finally boarded again for the first time in three hundred years, he doesn't really remember how to be a person anymore. He's only had his onboard systems for company, and his own mannerisms and language have fully adopted the same style.

So, in essence, he speaks like a computer, and it's basically impossible to tell that he is human instead of an advanced AI.

Physically..... He's absolutely terrible. The Lighthouse Watch (the descendants of the crew + new crew) have been doing whatever they can to investigate his burial site, dredge up any sand they can, and patch up holes- but there is only so much they can do. As technology begins to progress to a point where they can achieve more and more, Ingo has started to physically deteriorate. By the time they find and board him, he's probably months or weeks from death. Possibly a year or two. But not long. He is, certifiably, dying when they board him.

Emmet doesn't wake up until Ingo gets enough power to leave hibernation.

And!! the kind of Pokémon he’d see.

Well at first mostly just fish! Magikarp, Lumineon, Tentacruel, Corsola, Skrelp, Goldeen, Seaking, Seel, Staryu, Arrowkuda, you name it! There are a lot of fish in the sea (heh.)

Unfortunately, past a certain point, Ingo *can't* see. At all.

As soon as reserve power kicks on, all nonessential functions are shutdown. All of his sensory inputs, every door, every movement, every organ. Anything that isn't expressly keeping his body alive is suspended to preserve power for as long as possible.

Although, after the first hundred years, he couldn't hardly bear to open his eyes anyway. It only served to make him feel further and further alone.

Which is a shame, because it means he doesn't really get the chance to see the Dhelmise that claims him as its weapon, defending the territory against all manner of hostile pokemon and really turning his crash site into an ecological wonder. He has an ecosystem built around and inside of him wherever punctures from the outside let water in. It's a shame he doesn't get to participate in that, because it would have enriched his life greatly.

Ingo is not having a very fun time while awake.

Absolutely not, and your read of him being afraid is completely correct. He feels, helpless. The pokemon around him are so much smaller, but he can't defend himself if they attack.

Dhelmise actually steals some of his life force initially, before realizing the state he is in and the sheer depths what a grand being has been reduced to. His soul is so bright and intense and powerful, and yet it sits here, shriveling up and decaying away. It swears to protect him, to let the star burn up until it burns out. It will not let anyone cut this gargantuan soul short.

I can’t imagine they are good to go immediately after. All That. (And I think both of them would like a moment to process that they are Both here and Alive and Together and also XXX years in the future).

They absolutely are not and they both need therapy so fucking badly. badly. and processing that everyone they know is long, long dead, and yet did so much to ensure they could be happy in the future without them.

yeah. neither of them are okay. and neither am I.

It is harder for Ingo to move around. It already was, but having large cities and towns and roads makes it very difficult for him to move at all. They might have an opportunity to visit Unova at some point- There are some descendants of the crew that they would like to meet -but actually the main place they would visit is Galar.

It would have to be a ways out because both of them are very traumatized, but also, Ingo's primary source of power is dynamax energy. Getting to actually absorb dynamax energy from pokemon battles and raid dens would leave him feeling better than he has in centuries, and that place is already made for Large Creatures to be in it.

Broadly though, they do not get out of the region often. Because. Well. Travelling with Ingo is hard. Both of them hate flying over the open ocean for obvious reasons. But getting Ingo into a form that even makes him remotely capable of travel is going to take a while. (Dynamax pokeballs are involved. Emmet came up with the idea of a pokeball for dynamax pokemon hundreds of years ago, but didn't want to invent them for fear of putting Ingo at risk. So now he has a problem to solve AND he didn't even get to patent the technology. Stupid stupid stupid!)

Wonder if arceus had any plans for them after completing their initial mission. There’s always world ending things going on, but would any of them be serious/big enough for either to get involved?

AbsoLUTELY not. Unless they rock Cyrus' shit out of the kindess of their hearts, they are not getting involved. Arceus is so incredibly proud of him, but they are already way too young for the burden that they had. Someone else will rise to handle those. These two need mandatory vacation time.

It went through all the effort to carefully orchestrate Ingo's perfect return to the region so that he could, in fact, be sustained without straining the society around him. And it did not go through all that careful planning to hurt them any further than they already were, by this. Now, they get to enjoy the world they fought for. It is going to ensure that.

Then there is! Trains! I’m assuming emmet sees one and just. Marvels at its construction (probably a frequent occurrence in this new tech heavy world) and tells ingo about it?

Emmet fucking LOVES trains. Ingo also likes trains, if only for happy they make Emmet. He can see them just fine, but he can never really get close enough to appreciate one without causing a lot of very expensive noises. You are also correct that this happens often. Being alive in a technological world has Emmet full of ideas for new inventions and technology, and he has so many projects he's working on that it would fuckin put ME to shame. He loves creating, and this world so full of tech is so enriching for him.

It also gives him a lot of chances to upgrade Ingo with new advancements, like the pokemon storage box, wireless communication, extensive databases, and things like that. Video game consoles. Fuckin, TELEPORTER!! PADS!!! Emmet is so excited to not need to walk everywhere.

I haven't gotten far enough to figure out what their interactions with Cynthia would be like but I am confident that historians, tech geeks, and myth hunters alike are CLAMMORING to speak with them.

Which brings he to the idea that Many people would Love to battle with the twins.

Wonder how Emmet gets a new crew [...] Might be important for upkeep though) and by that thought, what’s his relationships with the current day people? How is ingo received, seeing as people are both more open minded but also have never seen human ingo before?

The Lighthouse Watch/Crew is a generationally founded and governmentally funded non-profit organization with hundreds of members. Originally started from members of the original crew, The Lighthouse Crew now serves to gather resources and handle bureaucratic complications in order to help Ingo and Emmet survive, live, and thrive again.

The current day people treat them almost like stars or celebrities. Their legend has been passed down for generations, and like I mentioned, there's a whole festival for them every year. They do get overlooked by mythos and assuptions at times, you know how broad culture can be- but they are generally treated very kindly and with great sympathy.

People are far more empathetic and understanding of Ingo that either of them could have ever expected. Even though they've never seen what Ingo looked like as human, they still treat him like one. And that's more than they could have hoped for.

Thanks to the preservation of The Engineer, there are speculative recreations in history books and museum exhibits of what he may have looked like according to witness accounts.

All things considered, they are extremely overwhelmed at how positive, kind, and compassionate their people are. They don't know ANYONE, they have no surviving family- so they think -and they need to socially start from complete scratch. Which is basically an autistic death sentence.

But, with the head start their old friends gave them, maybe catching up again won't be as impossible as they first feared.

Thank you for the ask as always!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 I never stop appreciating them, and I am thrilled to answer every question that crosses your mind

Mecha AU Masterlist

#submas #ingo #aus #subway boss ingo #pokemon ingo #ask #ramble #Killing Me With Hammers Anon #Emmet #Pokemon Emmet #Subway Boss Emmet #Mechanical Dreams #Mecha AU #Crack AU

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mysteriousdragon2 · 1 year ago

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Howdy everyone. Been a while since I posted anything, hasn’t it? Well, now I finally have the time to sit down, and talk about my feelings and what’s been happening. So, again this is venting, if you don’t want to hear it, you may disregard this post. But if you want to read, everything is in the “keep reading” tab. Thank you.

First of all, I’d like to say that it’s been difficult drawing digitally. My art device keeps acting up, and I’m fed up with it. So for the moment, you will most likely see me draw traditionally. A shame too because my traditional doodles don’t get as much love as my digital pieces, but it is what it is. So if I owe anyone any art pieces, chances are they’ll be done traditionally.

Second of all, which is relevant to the first point, it’s been getting hot where I live. 30+ degrees all week, making it hard to draw. I just apologize for taking so long in terms of art in general.

Third of all, my “parents” keep shaming me for who I am. Whether it’s as an artist, or for my body. But they adore to mentally bring me down, sometimes accusing me of having a mental illness or depression.

This household of mine is indeed a curse, you’re damn right Hol Horse. It’s simply infuriating that nobody understands my feelings around the house, everytime I express a single thing about myself, it goes to rot and put themselves first. And they say they worry for me for being away from home…please, it’s for my own good. My mental state has been declining a lot since then. The heat fries my brain, and my household is making me feel insignificant about myself. It’s bad enough that my self-esteem isn’t the greatest due to my past.

Fourth point, I’ll be honest. Making friends with a lot of people at this point feels pointless because 70-80% of the friends I make abandon me without saying a word, or neglect. Not a pleasant feeling. Hurts me a lot. There’s been many friends I’ve made that did just that, and even if I try to reach out to them every now and then, no luck. So I’ve kinda…stopped trying. People can be busy, or have more going on in life than expected and that’s understandable. But if you don’t say anything, I’ll never know a single thing.

What does it mean? It means that things have been very slow on my behalf. Too much stress on my mind, and I hardly have any time for myself anymore. It’s saddening, but I’ll still keep drawing, even if it’s severally slow. Just wanted to inform to those who’re reading this post that I’m still around, just exhausted from life.

I’d like to mention a couple people in this post: @spamtonjuice420 , @stardust-vi , and @fellow-traveller

Why, you ask? Simple. You guys have been amazing people in my life in many ways. Very talented artists, very kind individuals, and chill to talk to. We all know Hol Horse, so that’s a massive plus…I love how I’ve converted some people into liking Hol Horse too hah. But I just wished I could speak to some of you more often. But I can’t control what happens in one’s life, and I’ll simply have to be patient until I get an answer. But…even to all of my followers, it means a lot to me that you guys stick around too for my content. Even if it’s not that great. Thank you so much.

I’ll try to post commissions too. Even if they’re traditional, the prices will probably have to be juggled, but I’ll do something. Chances are, they will be rather cheap for a while. Just something to think about.

Thank you guys for sticking around, and have a good one. I’ll be trying my best to post something soon.

(Sources are from the Anime, OVA, and CDDH volume 1, chapter 1 pages 10-11)

#hol horse #ova hol horse #jjba #ova jjba #jjba part 3 #stardust crusaders #spin off #crazy diamond’s demonic heartbreak #jojos bizarre adventure #venting #commission talk

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theswisscheeserag · 3 months ago

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A little info post on things I’ve learned from processing donations at a thrift store for a few years bc I’ve seen a few info posts and there’s some stuff that’s missing from them that I feel like sharing, in the hopes that some of y’all find it useful:

-I volunteer at a small medical charity shop so some of my advice is specific to stores with very limited square footage

-The posts that say don’t donate stained/ragged/unwearable clothes are all true, HOWEVER, DON’T JUST THROW THEM OUT. If there are clothes you’re just uncertain on, I say go ahead and donate them anyways. Don’t donate an entire bag of maybes, but if you have stuff you know is good, mix in the maybes, you never know. Most thrift stores have a plan to get rid of bad clothes- bad donations, stuff that is nice but won’t sell in this zip code, stuff that has been out for ages and never sold. If we don’t sell your maybes, we can take care of them, and we will be grateful for the good stuff

(At my store, we send them to the big Savers down the road, and if they don’t like them, we take them to a fabric recycler that pays 10 cents a pound, which all goes to charity.)

-If they are just terrible, or a big bag of maybes don’t give up! Find a fabric recycling center near you if possible. If you live in an area with H&M, they do fabric recycling, idk how much gets used but it is but it’s better than just throwing it out, and it slows down the fast fashion machine a lil. Maybe call your thrift store and ask if they know one? Idk no one has ever asked me this at the shop.

-If you’re donating to a smaller shop (housing works, American cancer, hospital benefit) please call ahead of time to see if we’re accepting donations, especially if you have 3+ bags or furniture. If you’re donating to goodwill/savers, that’s probably fine, I don’t know, I don’t work there

-DONATE HOLIDAY ITEMS 1-2 MONTHS BEFORE THE HOLIDAY. DONATE SEASONAL CLOTHES RIGHT BEFORE OR DURING THE SEASON. We will throw out your Christmas decorations that you give us in January. We will throw out your winter coats you donate in April. I just threw out an entire dumpster of winter coats. Donate Christmas in October, Easter in February, when we can put it out in time. If you go through your stuff in January and find Christmas things you want to donate, save it for next year. When we can use it.

-DO NOT DONATE EXPLICIT MATERIAL. I shouldn’t have to say this but no matter how scholarly,historic, or funny it is, we can’t sell it, we just send it home with an employee who thinks it’s funny, or toss it. Bodice ripper romance is an exception, our old lady customers eat it up and it’s discreet. “Book of Erotic doodles” is not.

-Wash everything. Please.

-if you accidentally donate something bad we will not hunt you down and kill you, or bitch about you being your back. We’re still glad you thought of us. Come back again with better stuff or to shop. Don’t stress about the time you donated a ripped shirt bc you didn’t know. We’re a chill people. We already forgot.

-if you are donating something vintage and have information on it- year, maker, relevant history, tell the person you give it to, or better yet, write it on a note and attach it to the item. I’ll probably verify the material later, but it helps to have somewhere to start

-if there’s historically irrelevant family gossip attached, tell me, the employee. I want to know.

-don’t try to haggle. Yes, we accounted for the damage when we priced it. This isn’t a flea market

-if you don’t mind handwashing dishes, entire sets of china come very cheap, esp at more boutique-y shops like mine

Share if you find it useful, or don’t, I’m not a cop! If I think of more I’ll add them

#thrift store #thrifting #slow fashion #long post #advice

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wondermacaroni · 1 year ago

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Happy 4/13!! Since I’ve been posting group doodles lately, it was obligatory that we draw something to celebrate. Mine is in green (except for the shading, lol). Some thoughts on my history with Homestuck and my reread of the comic with friends are under the cut.

I’ll say preemptively, forgive me if the paragraph spacing is wonky. I don’t post a lot of big text posts, if any at all, so I have no idea if this will show up in a bearable to read format or not. Anyways.

I first read Homestuck on an early morning in April, soon before that year’s 4/13 and a little ways out from my 14th birthday in late May. I hadn’t slept at all that night, and my normal internet circles had slowed to a crawl as the sun began to rise. Bored out of my mind and too energized to sleep, I decided it was finally time to check out that one webcomic that I had seen some people post cool art for.

To keep it simple, I had a pretty big scare in the family that same day I started reading. Everything ended up and has been just fine regarding that, but I think it cemented Homestuck in my mind as a way to process things somehow. Now that I’m about to graduate college, I’ve returned to needing to process things, and of course, my way to process it.

So, one night a month or two ago, I’m looking into some Homestuck browser game (shoutouts to Wigglersim) when my friend asks what it’s about. I get a little clammy, but I do mention the game, Homestuck and all. Imagine my surprise when they ask for a link to check it out as well.

I could hear the interest egging me on like the Green Goblin mask at that point.

Over the next few days, we went from the browser game, to the doll maker, to installing the collection, to almost-nightly streams of our read-along with the comic. It has been a BLAST so far. Sure, we probably could have blazed through on our own much faster. But having someone there to break things down and engage with, especially for a work like Homestuck, has made the whole ordeal even more enjoyable overall.

To be honest with you, I could never really get myself to reread Homestuck before then. I had the collection installed on my laptop but I could never get past some feeling of shame that came with opening it, or even looking at it for too long. Even when I had finally forced myself to get comfortable with Homestuck Posting or die trying, the thought of fully reengaging and not dwelling in the bliss of memories was a little too much.

Having a friend there, one who has been willing to engage despite it all, has made the reread much less daunting. Despite all of my warnings of the future like a frenzied oracle, I’ve been able to expose that long-hidden soft spot after all these years. It’s like unclenching your jaw, in a way.

The time we’ve spent taking it all in has REALLY spurred us to put something out lately as well. Every turn of the New Year, my friends and I boot up a group canvas and collaborate on one big slab of doodles. Lately though, I’ve been wanting to do that a lot more, and so have my friends. With the reread, I finally decided to rip off the bandage and do something I hadn’t really done as a teen first reading through Homestuck— I decided to make some fanart.

It felt like uncorking champagne. Though it was probably more akin to uncorking sparkling grape juice. Whatever. I hadn’t done it, I did it, and it felt GOOD to do it. You get it. If nothing else, waiting to draw that fanart for eight some odd years meant that I didn’t have any old drawings to painfully reflect on, for better or for worse.

I don’t like doing much other than lurking. However, with all of the drawings we had made, it’d be a shame not to share them beyond like ten people. My friend started posting some, to some really surprising amounts of engagement, at least for us. I followed in suit for support, and I’ve seen much of the same myself. It’s intimidating to be perceived, but it has been nice to shake hands with the community from the other side of my normal lurking perspective. Thank you meowrails fans for your support, maybe I’ll cook again soon, who knows?

We’ve now gotten to the point in the comic where this reread just becomes a read, and right before 4/13. I never finished the comic past the second Alterniabound flash, though I’ve picked up on little spoiler things here and there. I’m excited, I’m nervous, I can’t wait to see what horrible ick I’ll get next.

With streaming this to my friend, I have accidentally convinced more friends to look into Homestuck as well. The network slowly grows, and with it, another ticket is reserved for a group movie night of Con Air. I can’t wait to see how it goes.

Anyways, that’s all for my yapping. Have a happy 4/13, consider a reread with friends, and thank you for your interest in my lecture if you’re reading or skimming through this.

#homestuck #413 #john egbert #man I’m sorry I just have a lot to say #homestuck posting in the house tonight

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han-rina · 29 days ago

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You again?

Chapter 3: What We’re Not Saying

1k words

The next morning, the world felt different.

Warmer. Brighter. Like the sun had decided to show up just for her.

Minji wasn’t used to it.

She walked into school, eyes low, clutching her bag a little too tightly, her mind still tangled in everything Jinwoo had said the day before.

“I think I like you.”

“I think I might like you too.”

She’d said it. She’d actually said it. She hadn’t run or pushed him away with another insult. It had just… slipped out. Like it had always been there, waiting.

And now, she had no idea what to do with herself.

“Hey guys did you hear?”

“Hear what?

“Wait what happened?

Saebom’s voice cut through the hallway like a knife wrapped in silk.

Minji paused at the corner by the lockers.

“Jinwoo turned Yunji down,” Saebom whispered to a group of girls, just loud enough for the hallway to hear. “She confessed. Again. And he still said no.”

Gasps followed like fire catching dry grass.

Minji’s stomach dropped.

Again?

So Yunji had confessed twice?

And Jinwoo had rejected her… again?

Oh my God, I feel really bad for her

Me too, She’s really persistent

That wasn’t supposed to make her feel anything.

But it did.

It felt like a secret blooming somewhere in her chest, fragile and impossible to hold.

Until Saebom added, “But rumor says the reason he rejected her is because he’s into someone else.”

Minji froze.

“He hasn’t said who,” Saebom continued, twirling her hair with practiced indifference. “But honestly, if I find out who she is, I’ll probably die of shock. Or boredom.”

Minji didn’t move.

She just turned and walked toward her classroom like nothing had happened. Like her heart wasn’t pounding against her ribs.

Jinwoo was already at his desk, doodling in the corner of his notebook, headphones in. It looke liked nothing happened.

He looked up the moment she walked in.

Their eyes met.

A beat too long.

Minji quickly looked away.

Saebom appeared behind her, plopping into the seat next to Jinwoo with a loud sigh.

“Morning,” she chirped.

“Morning,” he replied, distracted.

Minji hated how natural it sounded.

And worse—how familiar.

Class went by like a blur.

Minji couldn’t focus.

She couldn’t stop watching Jinwoo from the corner of her eye—how he spun his pen when he was bored, how he tilted his head when he was thinking, how he never once looked in Yunji’s direction, even when she passed him a note during break.

He didn’t open it.

And still, that weird ache in Minji’s chest refused to leave.

At lunch, she sat by herself.

It wasn’t on purpose. Saebom had vanished somewhere after class, and Yunji was talking to the art teacher about joining the mural club. Minji poked at her rice without appetite.

Then, a shadow fell over her tray.

“You’re in my spot,” Jinwoo said, grinning as he set his tray down across from her.

“You don’t have a spot.”

“Exactly. So this one’s mine now.”

Minji rolled her eyes, but her heart betrayed her by flipping sideways again.

They ate in a silence that wasn’t awkward. Not exactly. Just… thick. Like both of them were pretending they hadn’t said what they said yesterday.

“About yesterday,” Jinwoo said finally.

Minji’s fork paused mid-air.

He looked unusually serious. Not smirking. Not teasing.

“I meant it.”

She didn’t say anything.

“I know we fight. And we’re total opposites. And I probably annoy you more than I breathe,” he added, scratching his neck, “but I wasn’t joking.”

“I know,” she said softly.

Their eyes met again.

He smiled. This one small. Careful. Like he was afraid it would scare her off.

And she surprised herself by smiling back.

It felt terrifying.

And real.

The next day, it all fell apart.

Minji was heading toward the rooftop to get some air after class when she saw them.

Jinwoo and Yunji.

Together.

Standing too close.

Her footsteps slowed, breath catching.

She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could see Saebom’s expression—soft, nervous, like she was trying again. And Jinwoo… he wasn’t moving away.

Minji’s heart sank.

She turned around and walked away before she saw anything else.

That night, her phone lit up with a message.

Jinwoo:

Hey, can we talk?

Minji stared at it for a long time.

She didn’t respond.

Monday came with grey skies and cold winds.

Saebom was quiet. Yunji smiled like nothing happened. Jinwoo kept looking at Minji like she was about to vanish.

And Minji?

Minji buried everything behind her books.

Lunch was worse.

Jinwoo cornered her near the vending machines.

“Minji.”

She kept her eyes on the buttons.

“Minji, talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to say.”

“Yes, there is.”

He stepped in front of her, forcing her to look at him. His eyes weren’t teasing now. They were searching.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Then what—”

“I saw you with Yunji,” she said quietly.

Jinwoo froze.

“It’s not what you think.”

“Then what was it?”

“She was asking for closure,” he said. “And I gave it to her.”

Minji’s chest ached. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t think it mattered. Because I thought you trusted me.”

She swallowed. “I’m not used to this.”

He softened. “Neither am I.”

Silence.

He reached out, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “But I want to try. If you do too.”

Minji hesitated.

She wanted to say yes.

She wanted to lean into him, to let go, to finally admit how much space he’d taken up inside her without even trying.

But instead—

“I need time.”

Jinwoo nodded.

“I’ll wait.”

And he meant it.

That night, Minji sat in bed, staring at her ceiling.

Her phone buzzed.

Saebom:

I think I already know the answer… but you like him too, don’t you?

Minji stared at the message for a long time.

And finally replied:

Minji:

Yeah. I think I do.

To be continued…

#aespa karina #txt #aespa #txt yeonjun #itzy ryujin #itzy #stayc #stayc seeun

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hoghtastic · 3 months ago

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Yay, another thrilling vacation for Alex 😂

Can’t wait to see more beige sunsets, limp smiles, and deep captions about “family.”

I genuinely wonder how his character development would’ve turned out if he had left Denmark, explored the world, and actually pursued his photography talent. But no, now he’s stuck playing house with an empathic narcissist, because the doodle dog is officially their baby now.

She’s prepping him like a slow-cooked roast: “daddy this, mommy that” it’s obvious.

And honestly, I don’t even buy that this is the life he really wanted.

He didn’t choose it out of passion or joy, he settled.

Because he’s scared. Scared of being alone again, scared of taking real risks, scared of admitting he’s not okay.

And please don’t try to sell me this fantasy that their relationship is all chill and as angelic as they wanna pretend it is.

We’ve all noticed the patterns.

One month, it’s couple spam, he’s in many posts, many stories, they’re trying to glow and give Danish power-couple.

Next month? Radio silence. She cuts him out of recaps, he looks like a drained shell of himself, and the vibe is even more off.

Maybe that’s normal for many couples. Bu I said it years ago and I’ll say it again:

This relationship won’t last.

They’ll probably stay together just long enough to have kids, but then?

Johanne will bounce back—she’ll find her next role, her next man, her next carefully lit selfie.

But Alex?

He’ll suffer.

Because deep down, he’s already drowning in a life that doesn’t fit.

And the saddest part in my opinion ?

He knows it.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this, anon! 😊

(I'd just like to comment that I personally enjoyed your writing style — very engaging! 😉👏)

#anon asks

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Please tell about your verses Scriddler and any headcanons for them 🙏

Okay, firstly thank you so much for this question. I would say I’m sorry for what’s to come but you asked for it this is all on you (to anyone else who unfortunately has to witness this blame anon I’m innocent). Quick preface idk who knows this but a friend and I are (VERY SLOWLY) working on our own little project which may or may not include Scriddler. My favourite character ever is Riddler theirs is Scarecrow so it works quite well. I literally got hired for a full time job today though so emphasis on SLOW.

Now I think this could be interpreted a few different ways so I’m going to break down the prompt and if I completely missed the mark whoops I’ll try again. Categories I’ve chosen are: Riddler, Scarecrow, them as a couple, and finally some of my WIPs silly goofs.

RIDDLER

Uses his Arkham outfit for mechanic/dirty work because POCKETS

Arkham uniform has a lot of question mark doodles

Nygma is the name, Nashton is the alias.

April Fools birthday cause he’s gothams biggest fool

Honourary member of Gotham city sirens

I’m personally biased toward forensic science Eddie HOWEVER questions multiply the mystery is the greatest work to ever exist. So I want a combination of that with forensic riddler (thinking he uses his circus gig to fund college). I am biased as a forensic girlie myself HOWEVER I HAVE GOOD REASONING I think it’s interesting how Ed reflects/mirrors Batman in many ways. E.g. in the Batman 2022 how they both take a creature they fear (bats/rats) and use it to fuel their version of vengeance.

I just want to mention the rats again because they are his spirit animal EVERY writer no matter the media understands he is a rat man and he has such a strong connection to them. I have a thread on a bunch of instances not sure if I posted that here. Someone I think commented on it saying he’s akin to a rat in a maze and I just wanna further that with how he uses that feeling to try and put Batman in the same position. He wants him to feel just as powerless.

I want to continue with the concept of powerlessness because I believe it’s such a strong and important motif for Eddie. Now Ed was beaten a lot by his father and fellow school kids. He’s a scrawny guy so he doesn’t really have the strength to fight back. This is kinda the first instance of him becoming powerless. I have a theory that his father not only beat him for ‘cheating’ but also maybe because he didn’t fit his ideals of a MANS MAN. I can’t remember where I got this from (maybe Arkham asylum imterview? That one my fair lady type comic??) but I like the idea that his father was disappointed maybe even jealous of Ed’s intelligence. He wanted a macho type son similar to himself. A footballer kid who was good with the ladies. Ed’s father comes across as a bit of a stupid alcoholic.

Now I’m probably not going to articulate this very well at 2:31am so apologies but I believe this leads into his ✨PHYSICAL DESIGN✨

Now a common denominator I absolutely adore in forensic riddler stories (others too but mainly these) is his slow progression into his signature look. Arkham Origins, Zero Year, Gotham, and even Batman Forever start Ed off in regular work clothes. He often slowly progresses into green clothes throughout the story to show he’s closer to ‘snapping’. Here are some of my concepts of potential employed Eddie

I also believe that Ed’s sexuality progresses alongside this. This is why I think there’s a bit of conflict in fans whether he’s a whore or an incel virgin. Truth is he’s both! Gotham showcased this well, in the beginning he’s very repressed and antisocial. Virgin supreme. As he slowly becomes his ‘true self’ he becomes more confident. He becomes confident in his villainy, he becomes more confident in his sexuality, and he becomes more confident in his attire.

Now I also think at the beginning he gets a bit too silly with it which is why he wears… spandex. I’m not drawing that tho so we may skip that phase. At the same time he may get a bit too silly with his um… bedroom activities. I am working on a list of all the rogues he’s screwed in every universe but essentially a lot of d listers; king tut, clock king, cluemaster, calendar man (this one hurt to add), capt. boomerang etc.

Nygma, unlike Crane who has a pretty consistent apathetic take on fashion, prides himself on his appearance and as I touched on before it reflects his state-of-mind. Edward can have some high highs. He will make sure he looks as dapper as can be when present his next ‘greatest riddle’ to Batman. HOWEVER when this ultimately fails for the billionth time he spirals. When he’s in his obsessive mode he can neglect some pretty important hygiene (Arkham series handles this well). His hair may grow out become messy especially when locked up in Arkham.

I have this design for him all cleaned up but I think it may be like a fancy event riddler instead of his official outfit cause the plain green suit is kinda iconic but I’d love to hear input! Idk cause I put the plushie in a regular green suit.

Arkham concepts:

Honestly havent figured out the glasses situation yet whether they’re forever or like reading glasses cause the domino mask is fun but also 🤓

ALMOST DONE WITH just EDDIE I PROMISE! Finally permanent damage/injuries. Now I have some (non-confirmed) ideas for Jon and desperately want to avoid same face syndrome cause my art isn’t great yet. I quite Minaj’s Eddie saying he ‘heals like a lobster’ I think that’s a fun way of describing why he doesn’t have much permanent damage especially on his face. He does however have scars on his chest from Arkham torture which he carved into a ? To reclaim power (I made a post about this but quick recap image)

SCARECROW

lives on coffee

Horse girl (that kid in class who loves horses so much they only draw horses they live breathe and eat horsy)

Year one origin with granny (him and Ed have a kinship through bad parental figures)

Also wanna take it a little further since we all know and love him covering himself in rat blood and getting the shit pecked out of him but I reckon she’d have other very religious based cruelties in store. So I think he’d have self-flagellation scars perhaps maybe a more modern iteration of this not sure

Unrelated, but I reckon Harley was his student and in class when he shot the gun

Cannot cook also terrible diet probably cause granny barely fed him

So nearsighted that anytime he wears the mask he runs into stuff

Can’t drive well ( I like in manbat when he has to hype himself up to drive)

Obvi the pet crows. One of them looks a lil funky like it’s gonna drop dead any second but it somehow keeps being alive.

CANNOT USE TECH TO SAVE HIS LIFE. He’d use carrier crow if he could. He just got used to fax. Ed has to set up the screens when he does his lil Gotham takeovers because he refuses to learn.

He is so freaking lanky

Okay so I don’t feel comfortable sharing my friends art without permission so I’ll just show some of my panels of their design for him (excuse Jeremiah and hatter)

Jon I think has a very slim face maybe even a broken nose I’ve given him a little tan I’m no geography expert but Georgia sounds like a hot place in comparison to cloudy Gotham and since he’d hang outside to avoid granny he’d be out in the fields a lot. HOWEVER this is not the final design I just gave him a face I thought suited as I am yet to receive a maskless concept art from my project partner.

TOGETHER (this is literally the only thing you asked for I’m so sorry)

they both fixate on a task so bad they forget to eat.

Riddler helps with computer stuff

Ed is at first disgusted by Jon’s dress sense but I think kinda comes around when he understands that it’s his way of expressing himself. Even if he’s always covered in hay

Idk if I’ve gone full insanity 3:33am mode but there’s a video of Mathew grey gubler in cowboy gear doing the hoedown I just pretend that’s Ed taking jon to Georgia or something and being like look Jon it’s your southern culture and like pissing him off

I think what originally draws Jon in is Ed’s fear of powerlessness which I think represents itself as a fear of intimacy (even in his whore era I’m not sure he gets really close with people)

In our version Ed gets arrested first so he gets the top bunk dibs however even if they were arrested at the same time Jon probably would be too long for that bunk

Uhhh kinda NSFW (hence why it’s last so it’s easier to skip) which I don’t talk about much but THE MOTIF OF POWERLESSNESS. So like one question I notice people ask when there’s a m/m ship is which one tops. Now I believe in this case (early relationship) Ed refuses to give up power so he’s on top. In fact he may even avoid any type of sexytime where he can be put in a vulnerable position. However as trust and mutual not murder happens he may lower his defences and do an old switcheroo. Someone else can write that fic tho I’m not sure I’m ready 😭

#I AM SO SORRY I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT CAME OVER ME #SCRIDDLER #PLEASE GOD LET THE READ MORE THING WORK

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midnightshard06 · 2 years ago

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Flufftober Day 14

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489362/chapters/128440129

Summary: Knuckles makes the foolish decision of saying he's cold around a pretty touch starved werehog. Sonic is happy to help him out.

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog/Knuckles the Echidna

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~600 words

AN: Based in the same au as these doodles from this post- https://www.tumblr.com/midnightshard06/730864248738217984/so-my-brain-decided-to-oh-so-helpfully-have-me?source=share

@flufftober

“Let me go mutt!” Knuckles struggled to get out of Sonic’s grip but despite the echidna’s strength he stood no chance. It was nighttime after all and Sonic was much stronger as a werehog.

“Look you’re the one who said they were cold, I was just fixing the problem.” Sonic grinned at him, pulling the protesting echidna closer before lying down next to the fire Knuckles had built.

“I didn’t mean for you to grab and cuddle with me! Let me go!” Despite Knuckles still protesting he was starting to slow down. The echidna was acting like Sonic had never caught him snuggled up with him of his own free will before. Well, maybe he didn’t know because Sonic had never told him. Either way. Though it was pretty nice considering Sonic had spent most of his nights alone before Knuckles found him. Also even if the echidna wouldn’t admit it he probably enjoyed it as well. Why else would he keep doing it?

“Let me think about it.” Sonic made a show of looking like he was thinking really hard for a moment. He could feel Knuckle’s glare despite not looking at him. It was something he was pretty used to at this point after all. “Alright I thought about it, and no I don’t think I will let you go. At least not until morning.”

Finally Knuckles sighed and stopped trying to escape. “You’re insufferable.” He grumbled.

“Only to you.” Sonic winked. “Others would call me charming.” Sonic grabbed Knuckles’ hat and put it down next to them so it wouldn’t get squashed during the night.

“Others are wrong.” Knuckles growled as he tried to snatch the hat back.. “I still can’t believe I got stuck with you.”

“Not one for good company huh?” Sonic yawned. The duo had fought some of those weird monsters earlier so he was actually tired. Which was still sort of an odd feeling for this early in the night. “Or any company at all.”

“Things were just simpler back up on my island. Most importantly I didn’t have to deal with annoying werehogs like you.” Knuckles did his best to cross his arms despite the position, finally giving up on retrieving his hat. Sonic fought to keep in a laugh at the attempt.

“Come on, it's not that bad. You still get to see the world, and save it at the same time. I was gonna end up stuck with someone anyway. Are you saying you’d rather it be someone else?” Sonic hummed. “Someone who doesn’t have the knowledge to be a decent guide?”

Knuckles grumbled under his breath before sighing. “First, I’m way more than decent. I’m the best guide you could have asked for.” His eye twitched. “Second, no. At least this way I can keep an eye on you. Make sure you’re actually doing your job.” He glared, but there wasn’t really any heat behind it. “Gaia forbid you get stuck with that fox friend of yours. He wouldn’t know how to tighten your leash.”

Sonic gasped dramatically. “How dare you speak so ill of Tails! I’ll have you know that he’s talked me out of a lot of stupid things over the years I’ve known him.”

“Not enough for you to not make them a habit clearly.” Knuckles huffed.

“Hey, gotta keep my person intact you know?” Sonic chuckled. “Plus you know you like it.”

“I hate it.” Knuckles frowned.

“No you don’t. Don’t try and act like you don’t like me. I thought we were over that?” Sonic sighed through his nose.

“Keep thinking that mutt.” Knuckles shivered before moving closer to Sonic and his much warmer fur. Sonic decided to not say anything about that.

“I will keep thinking that, thank you.” Sonic laughed.

#flufftober2023 #day 14 #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #knuckles the echidna #sonic the werehog #sonknux #ao3 link #sonic au #bound by fate au

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ask-villegas-sides · 6 months ago

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Title: “Unwanted Messages & Unfiltered Opinions”

Setting: The Mindscape living room. The atmosphere is casual but tinged with irritation. Riley is curled up on the couch, scrolling through their phone with a disgruntled expression. The Sides are sprawled around in various states of relaxation—though “relaxed” is debatable, considering the conversation topic.

Beckett: Frowning, hugging a pillow tightly. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew adding some random guy from Bumble would go wrong. I had a feeling, and yet— gestures wildly at Riley’s phone. Here we are!

Reese: Lying upside-down on the couch, legs draped over the backrest, smirking. Okay, but like… how fast did he go from ‘Hey, how are you?’ to full-blown ‘Hey, here’s my unsolicited garbage’?

Riley: Sighing, rubbing their temples. Literally within a couple of messages. I thought he was cute! And then BAM—instant regret.

Flint: Sitting in an armchair, adjusting his glasses, looking deeply unimpressed. Statistically speaking, this was a predictable outcome. The percentage of men who behave this way on dating apps is— pauses, scanning an imaginary chart in his head—frankly, abysmally high.

Valor (Pride): Arms crossed, standing by the fireplace, jaw clenched. He thought he could do that because he assumed he could get away with it. Because too many people let him. Riley, you don’t owe anyone your time, especially not some random creep on Snapchat.

Beckett: Still clutching the pillow like it’s a shield against humanity. What did he even think was going to happen? Like—what’s the logic here? “Oh wow, thanks for that explicit, unprovoked message, let’s fall in love immediately”?!

Reese: Snorting, flipping right-side-up and resting his chin on Riley’s shoulder. Honestly, I almost respect the audacity. It’s like watching someone sprint full-speed into a brick wall. In slow motion. Grinning. Almost respect, but mostly just… wow, dude, read the room.

Flint: Sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is why I advocate for precautionary vetting. A basic conversation before adding someone on another platform would significantly reduce this risk.

Riley: Groaning, covering their face. Okay, okay, lesson learned! No more fast-adding cute guys from Bumble.

Beckett: Muttering. Should have never been a lesson in the first place.

Valor (Pride): Voice sharp, a rare flash of genuine anger in his eyes. It’s not Riley’s fault. Don’t blame them for expecting basic human decency. The blame is on him.

Reese: Mock offended. Hold on—did you just defend Riley? Pride actually being protective? Gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. Who are you, and what have you done with Valor?

Valor (Pride): Rolling his eyes but still tense. I’m always protective. I just usually focus on bigger things. But this? This is pathetic. He thought he could test Riley, see how far he could push, just like so many others do. I hate it.

Flint: Nodding. He likely does this to multiple people, knowing full well that some will block him, but he’s gambling that others won’t. It’s a predatory tactic, simple as that.

Beckett: Grumbling, pulling the blanket up to his chin. Can we… not think about how many other people he’s done this to? I’d like to believe he just disappears into the void after getting blocked.

Riley: Dryly. Yeah, well, I blocked him, so I’m choosing to believe he no longer exists.

Reese: Casually flipping his sketchbook open. Want me to doodle a highly embarrassing, not-at-all-flattering caricature of him? I’ll even add stink lines.

Riley: Laughs, shaking their head. As tempting as that is, I’d rather just move on.

Valor (Pride): Still scowling. Fine. But next time, trust your instincts. If something feels off, it probably is.

Flint: Matter-of-factly. I suggest we implement a waiting period before adding people outside of dating apps. A minimum of three days of conversation before exchanging additional contact information.

Beckett: Muttering. Or just… never add anyone ever again. Ever.

Reese: Grinning. Or, hear me out—Riley could start sending them weird messages first. Really throw them off their game. Puts on a dramatic voice. “Hello, sir, do you have a moment to discuss the philosophical implications of potato salad?”

Riley: Snorts, shaking their head. Tempting. But I think I’ll just be more careful next time.

Lev: Finally speaking up, his voice calm but serious. That’s really all we can do—learn from it and move forward. It’s frustrating, unfair, and exhausting that we have to be on guard like this, but you’re not alone, Riley. You’ve got us. Always.

Riley: Smiling softly, pulling the blanket tighter around themselves. Thanks, guys. I needed this.

Beckett: Still wary but relaxing slightly. Just… take care of yourself, okay?

Reese: Winking. And if you ever do want me to draw an embarrassing doodle of him, you know where to find me.

Valor (Pride): Rolling his eyes, finally sitting down. Just… next time, let us vet them first.

Flint: Adjusting his glasses, already making a mental checklist. Agreed.

Riley: Laughing lightly, shaking their head. You guys are the weirdest bodyguards ever.

Lev: Smiling. And yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The group settles into a more comfortable silence, the tension slowly fading as they shift into easier conversation.

Lev: Let’s check the askbox, see if anyone wants to talk to us. At least the Fanders that would be interested in our blog won’t send that kind of stuff.

#ask villegas sides #oc ask blog #oc ask prompts #the sides answer #sanders sides oc #sanders sides

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