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[sakuravalenp]

That’s not your medicine? - DC X DP prompt

Another idea I can't work on because time isn't on my favor, so I'm just begging someone else to write it TwT.

Slightly inspired by this post.

Years have passed by, and the ecto-acts were never repelled. Time has gone by, and Danny’s Jason's husband. Jason, friends and the family have noticed that Danny isn’t human but don’t bring it up because Danny seems terrified every time the subject seems to be about to be brought up (Yes, even Bruce wasn't able to question Danny. How would he? He tried to bring it up once and he was sure Danny was going to faint right then and there). 

Danny has some health issues. Fatigueness, muscle pain, random dizziness, fevers that seem to come out of nowhere. Apparently it is a chronic issue, since Jason caught Danny taking some red pills early in their marriage. Jason didn’t recognize the medicine's name, something Blossom, so he imagined it was something specific to his species. 

The married couple had been living happily for years and the family adores Danny.

One day a ghost faces into his house asking Danny for help, and of course Danny basically has a full on panic attack at being outed. Jason holds him close, grounds him and lets him calm down.

The ghost tells Danny that they need to do some errands in the human world, but the GIW has become way more active around the area he needs to visit, and needs to know how Danny has managed to hide so far. The conversation goes somewhat like this:

“I’m sorry, I don’t think you would want to do what I do. Even if you do, I’m not sure you can.”

“Please just tell me, I’ll decide if I want it by myself.”

Danny sights. He disappears for a moment in their bedroom and comes back with his medicine. He opens the bottle and inclines it to let the ghost see.

“I take this.”

The ghost looks into the bottle and is absolutely horrorized.

“Danny, you- you’re poisoning your core!”

“I know…”

“What do you mean poison?” Jason asks, alarmed “Isn’t this your medicine?”

Danny won’t meet his face. 

“How can you be consuming this!? How long-”

“I don’t have any other options, okay!? I can’t run into the infinite realms and hide like the rest of you! I have to reside on this side of the veil!” Danny snaps at the ghost.

“But this… you must be in excruciating pain.”

[emacrow]

Hey, did you lose this?

A gargantuan looming form that was black as the night sky, coated in stars, cosmic dust, planets, and nebula. Extremely long snow white hair defying gravity floating above the ceiling spreading across like a growing cloud. Bright blue eyes like jewels staring down at tim

Tim could only stare dumbfounded with his sleep deprived eyes after searching for the right summoning in his backup backup bunker to find batman after escaping the arkham asylum.

In its right thin hand holding like a wet napkin was batman unconscious, coated in deep blue ice.

"I believe this belong to your dimension, at first, I thought it was a miniature cat at first when it tried a pathetic attempt at fleeing my children's toy box was when I noticed it was just another misplaced humans and they don't last long in the infinite realm much less my children's toybox. It took me a moment to figure out the right dimensions where it originated, but you thankfully made it easier for me to find with the summoning." The bring lightly drop Batman down to the ground as the deep frozen ice easily melted away.

"D-don't you need a payment?" Is what Tim spoke after his mind reset back from shock.

"Oh no~, visiting this dimension is a grand payment considering this where I can finally nib the bud of those pesky sewage ectoplasm that been a pain in my ankle for long enough. At best, you would be rewarded for giving me such a gift." The being lightly tapped Tim's head with its glowing index finger, ruffling the black hair lightly.

"Should you need me for any favor, Call upon me, the High King of the Infinite realm, Danny Phantom, Protector of the Dead and Alive, Center of the Eternal Vast Sp" The be- Danny did a light bow, as his towering being faded away, the summoning circle disappearing as well.

Leaving only Tim alone with a Bruce coughing a bit, taking a couple of heavy breaths of fresh air which snapped Tim out of his stupor.

"Bruce, Bruce, are you alright?" Tim rushed over and lightly shook Bruce's shoulder as Bruce's eyes opened slowly to see Tim, except there was something different about tim. His hair wasn't black but now a strikingly bright white with specks of stardust.

Fanart -> link

Part 2-> link

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

There's no other way to say this,

but Jason is currently being haunted by a ridiculously cartoony ghost.

Like one of those window stickers Alfred was so fond of putting up for Halloween.

Two small green ovals and a mouth that only shows when it's making noises.

It didn't even say boo! It made these small chirps and purrs in different pitches.

He couldn't get rid of it, throwing the thing off a roof did nothing, locking it away didn't deter it. It could just phase out of his hands if it wanted to.

It's just playing with him!

So Jason was stuck with a sometimes visible little friend and he had the feeling that it was laughing at him.

Danny was... somewhere.

He was aware of that.

The fear gas had hit the college fast, many were caught unaware and unable to put on their gas masks before it was too late.

Danny was one of them.

His body recognized the gas was a toxin, it tried it's damn best to burn it out of his body in those moments of panic, and now all he knows is that his is zapped of all energy.

Thankfully, he found a protector while he recuperated!

Danny can now just be a little guy and focus on storing energy.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Alr hear me out, the service top lucifer with a very insecure reading. (Fem or GN) like he has to coax the reader to like open up (God damn I'm blushing thinking abt it-). Maybe even having to like talk them into even taking thier clothes off. Just a little idea stuck in my head.

Thank you very muchly.

Ooooooohh you’re giving me IDEAS (tbh I’d be the same boat)

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✨Opening Up✨

Lucifer x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, service top!Lucifer

It has become evident that I am unable to write anything concise 😅

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I MEANT TO POST THIS DAYS AGO 😭😭

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You sat upright on Lucifer’s king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your sleep shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.

"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes staggered. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth had never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldn’t help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. “Like what you see?” Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.

"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.

Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."

"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.

“Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh,” he spoke with a soothing tone. He removed himself from your lap and sat down next to you, embracing you in his arms. “It’s okay, angel, it’s ok. I upset you and I’m sorry, I never want to be the reason you cry.” He rested his head on top of yours while you clung to his chest. The scent of him hit your nostrils, it was like breathing in a warm spring day. Purely intoxicating. It calmed you down, you started to breathe normally again. You felt safe in his arms, you could have stayed there for the rest of your life.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, your tears finally drying. “Thank you, Lucifer,” you murmured. He gave you a tight squeeze before you lifted yourself back up, sitting at his hip and leaving your head on his shoulder. “You weren’t the reason I was sad, you know? You never have been.”

Lucifer turned his head to you, “Really? Then why-?”

“Because I’m afraid,” you quickly responded. “I’m afraid that I’m not good enough for you. That I never will be. You’re the all mighty Lucifer, King of Hell. You have so much strength and power and respect. And I’m…I’m just me.” You sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Darling?,” Lucifer spoke at last. He brought himself in front of you on all fours and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him in his scarlet eyes. “ “Just you” is perfect. You don’t need to be anything but yourself! I understand what you’re feeling, and it’s okay to express that. But please know that I love you just the way you are. You are my true strength.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into his hand that was now pressed against your cheek. You took his words to heart; he loved you. He loved you so much. You had to show him that you felt the same way. You drew in a few quick and deep breaths before reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt.

“Wait, wait, what are you-” Lucifer tried to say, but you were too fast. Your shirt disappeared from your body and was tossed across the room. Silence filled the space, the only thing you could hear was your heart threatening to burst through your chest.

It was at that moment you noticed you couldn’t see Lucifer’s face. His hands had flown up to block his view of you.

“Lucifer?” you called to him.

“Y-You didn’t have to do that, love,” he stuttered. “I never wanted you to feel that you had to-”

“Please look at me, Luci,” you pleaded. “I love you. And I trust you. Let me show you. Please.”

You saw Lucifer’s hands slowly fall away from his hands, his eyes still screwed shut. “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

You leaned in to plant a kiss on his soft lip. Lucifer’s eyes shot open in surprise, you pulled away before he had a chance to react. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you saw him staring at you. Your first instinct was to cover yourself and shy away, but you pushed those feelings deep down. You were going to be vulnerable, you needed to be brave. Not just for him, but for yourself. You gripped the bed sheets so hard that you felt your nails digging into your skin through the silk.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer had snapped out of his trance. He started to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, only stopping when his lips were inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath on you, you were finding it more and more difficult to keep your composure.

“You…are breathtaking,” he cooed, crashing his lips into yours hungrily. His tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, and you happily allowed it. You felt yourself slowly drifting down onto your back as you and Lucifer desperately devoured each other. He pulled away from your lips, trying to catch his breath, but you noticed he wasn’t looking into your eyes. His attention had drifted a little further down. He swallowed hard.

“May I?,” Lucifer asked breathlessly. Your face felt extremely hot and you couldn’t find the power to speak, so instead you nodded your head vigorously. He gave you a cheeky grin before lowering his mouth down onto one of your nipples. The noise you made sounded more high pitched than you meant it, but God, did it feel amazing! His tongue worked one nipple as his hand played with the other. You loved the sensation of him sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, the tiny bites from his teeth driving you insane. He rolled your other nipple between his two fingers, the pinches he gave sent your brain into overdrive. You never knew how sensitive you were, but Lucifer was more than happy to service you.

All of a sudden you noticed a different sensation, you felt something press against your inner thigh, dangerously close to your clothed pussy. It took your brain a few seconds to realize what was happening.

“Uhh, Lucifer, a-are you…”, you mumbled. Lucifer looked up from your chest with a puzzled face. “I can feel umm, I-I can feel your uhh…”, you didn’t know why you couldn’t say it. Maybe you were too embarrassed, which seemed silly considering what position you found yourself in. You pointed down towards your pants where Lucifer was wedged.

“Oh…OH,” Lucifer exclaimed pushing himself from you and onto his knees. “Oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you could uhh, feel that…please forgive me!”

Seeing him so flustered somehow calmed some of the nerves you had before. It was cute, really. Demon overlord Lucifer getting embarrassed about unintentionally pushing his hard on against your thigh. You let out a small giggle.

"It's alright, Luci," you chuckled. "I'm flattered, really!"

Lucifer smiled, placing his hand behind him to rub the back of his neck. "I'm still sorry about that, love. I'm a little embarrassed."

“Well,” you breathed, “I guess it’s only fair that I embarrass myself too then, right?” Without warning, you grabbed the waistband of your pants and ripped them off along with your panties in one fell swoop. You laid naked in front of Lucifer, whose whole face had turned a shade of red you’ve never seen before.

“Ffffuck,” was all Lucifer could muster. You watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall, attempting to regain his thoughts. Looking at you, it was plain to see how soaked you were.

“Like what you see?,” you teased. Lucifer nodded his head eagerly, still at a loss for words. You lifted your hand and curled your finger, beckoning him to you. Obediently, Lucifer crawled on the bed towards you with no reservations. “You’re not the only one that’s worked up here. Now we’re even.”

“My love, please…” Lucifer whined, “please let me taste you.”

"Don't you...wanna get more comfortable first?," you asked him, knowing the problem in his pants had probably only gotten worse for him.

"Not until I've had my fill of you, sweetheart," he smiled before forcing his head between your legs. The moan you let out was guttural, almost feral, he lapped your folds like a starving man. He took long, drawn out licks up your slit before focusing on your clit. His lips kissed and sucked on your sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure throughout you entire body. You couldn't pull away if you tried, he had wrapped his arms under your legs so you couldn't escape his assault on your cunt.

"Sh-shit, oh-oh my God Lucifer, FUCK," you moaned. You could feel a smile form on his face as this seemed to have made him pick up the pace. You screamed from his tongue darting in and out of you, feeling so close to snapping. Your thighs started to fold in on his head and you grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to regain some assemblance of control. “Fuckfuckfuck, mmmm…gonna c-cum, aaggghh, gonnacumgonnacum!” Lucifer’s tongue relentlessly circling your clit finally caused your body to spasm, your orgasm causing you to scream out in pleasure. Lucifer didn’t stop though, he let you ride out your orgasm and hungrily devoured your release. Once you finally came down from your high, Lucifer lifted his face from between your legs and flashed you a toothy grin, seemingly quite proud of his work.

“You alright, darling?,” he asked innocently, almost pretending like he wasn’t the cause of what you had just experienced.

“Y-yeah, I’m…I’m fine,” you breathed. “Just…Jesus, that was intense! Give me a little warning before you go all in on me like that again!”

Lucifer laughed. “I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t help myself.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, I’m sure you couldn’t. Now, let’s get these off you, hmm?,” you said tugging at his pants.

Lucifer stood up from the bed quickly. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. From the outlines of his briefs, you were surprised that they could contain him at all. Before he could pull at the hem, you jumped off the bed to stop him.

“Allow me,” you offered, getting on your knees in front of him. You reached up and grabbed onto his briefs, snaking them down his legs. His cock sprang free of its cage and hung in front of your face, its tip already leaking. Without thinking, your wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Lucifer let out a moan that you’ve never heard before, filled with absolute lust and need. You took one of your hands and grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down while your mouth continued to work on his head. You ran small licks against the slit, tasting and lapping all of the precum that was forming. You loved the taste of him.

“Love…f-fuck,” Lucifer panted, trying to fight through his moans, “if you don’t s-stop now, I-I’m gonna cum. I wanna…wanna feel you. P-Please…”

Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from his cock with a *pop*, pouting slightly. Lucifer leaned down to grab your torso and tossed you onto the bed like you were made of paper mache. That angelic strength of his always caught you off guard. Lucifer crept between your legs, planting a tender kiss on your lips.

“I promise,” he whispered against your lips, “next time you can finish what you started, but right now I need you. Need to feel you.” Lucifer brought his fingers to your needy cunt, feeling the slickness of your folds. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation. He took his other hand and lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Are you ready, my angel?,” he asked softly.

You grinned and nodded your head. With that, Lucifer closed the space between you once more with a fiery kiss as his cock entered you inch by inch. Your cries mixed with his as he finally entered you completely.

“You feel…amazing, darling, fuck…” Lucifer choked out. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you murmured, “I-I’m okay. You can move.”

“Anything for you,” he smiled. Lucifer slowly began to rock his hips into you, his cock filling you up completely with each thrust. You could feel every inch of him ruining your pussy, hitting just the right spot every time. It didn’t take long for his pace to become erratic and uneven. He buried his cock deep inside you, both of your moans filling the room.

“Lu-Lucifer, o-oh shit, Lucifer, I-I’m so close,” you pleaded. “Please don’t stop, p-please don’t.”

“Cum for me, darling. Wanna feel you cum.” Lucifer groaned. He bit down on your should as he continued to pound into you, biting and sucking your tender skin. You were shaking, he was going too fast, you were coming undone.

“Cuminme…FUCKCUMINME,” you screamed and wrapped your legs around him as your orgasm flooded over you. You felt your walls pulsating around his cock, it was too much for Lucifer to handle. You heard him cry out and felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.

Coming down from your highs, you both laid there for a moment trying to catch your breath. You played with Lucifer’s hair as he laid across your chest, completely worn out. A minute or two passed before Lucifer sat up and pulled himself out of you. He laid down next to you, staring at your flushed face.

“Are you alright?,” he asked. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you smiled. “That felt…really good. Thank you, for everything.”

Lucifer hummed and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “No, thank you, love.”

You chuckled returning the kiss. “Would…you mind if I held you, Luci?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, but he smiled wide. “Of course not, I’d love nothing more.”

Lucifer rolled on his side, giving you the chance to push your body against his back and wrap your arms around him. You both didn’t move until the morning.

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Hope you enjoyed my second attempt at NSFW content lmaooooo

AND YEAH I MADE HIM THE LITTLE SPOON, IT’S WHAT HE WOULD WANT

[tanglepelt]

Dpxdc 177

Danny and Damian are twins. Danny was killed by Damian obviously. The normal only one heir business.

When he was put into the pit. Either by a guilt ridden Damian or Talia late in the night. He vanished. Natural portal whipped him away. Right in the path of Jack and Maddie. They adopt the little 8 year old who has no memories of his past.

Normal stuff happens. Danny dies a second time becomes a halfa and befriends cujo.

Now cujo loves Danny and loves to visit him. Too bad cujo gets Damian confused with Danny. But hey. He had two people now. Double the pets.

One day Danny is playing with cujo and cujo unannounced decides his ppl need to meet.

Danny was clearly confused. First where is he? Cujo that was completely naughty behavior. Then there was a dude staring at him. A doppelgänger? Another clone? Like this dude looked nearly identical to him besides the eyes.

Now Damian. Damian recognizes Danny right away. Now he likely thinks this is a clone or something.

[sosadraws]

^^Behold, the first Signalis fanart I've ever made.

I can't find the og image, but it's referenced from one of @/croxovergoddess's Draw The Squad bases

[tender-traps]

you are an agent in the service of your king, a spy. you know that six months ago, the four spies sent to a rival kingdom suddenly fell out of contact, all at once.

now your king has been invited to visit his rival’s court, and you are being brought along, disguised as a servant, to see what you might find out about the missing agents.

you’re there when your king is presented to the other ruler, and you see the kneeling person wearing a collar chained to the throne. you know him. he’s the reason you begged to be here—your mentor, your best friend. the same one who went silent six months ago.

you’re there to see him pulled into the ruler’s lap later that evening, his face flushed with shame. you can tell he’s noticed you from the way he pointedly avoids looking in your direction.

you manage to sneak into his room at night and speak to him alone, urging him to run back home with you. terrified, he insists that you can’t be here, they can’t find out you matter to him. he can’t run or the other three spies in the ruler’s cells will suffer for it. and the ruler has every resource at their disposal, leaving no chance for a clean escape.

you have to go, you have to leave him here, he begs you.

but you aren’t going to accept that.

[py6oto]

yet more late aitober prompts ... lets ignore my failed attempts to get this to work yesterday. prompts are guard, hello gordon, bugs, and streamer. hooray!

2023.10.27

[acasualattempt]

skyline | heat signatures

(Zayne x Reader — Love and Deepspace AU)

You only meant to steal a few quiet minutes alone. You didn’t expect Zayne to press you against the rooftop wall, hands gripping your thighs, breath hot against your throat.

"You're trouble, darling," he murmurs against your ear. "And one day, I’m not going to stop myself from showing you just how much."

You arch against him instinctively — and he shudders, wrecked, whispering:

"Don’t look at me like that, darling," he breathes against your mouth. "Not unless you want me to take you right here, where anyone could find us."

✦ Choose Your Adventure: ✦

➤ Skyline — The rooftop was just the beginning.

➤ Skyline: After Dark — You made it home. But you never stood a chance against him.

➤ Skyline: No Self-Control — You never made it home. He couldn't wait. Neither could you.

Warnings: Smut, heavy making out, dry humping, semi-public setting, sexual tension, rough handling (non-painful), dirty talk, emotional themes.

🔞 Minors Do Not Interact. 🔞

[kookiekult]

Hey! I've been working on my signatures and I wanted some other opinions.

[daforged]

no bald or don’t care option because you have the ability to continue scrolling

[sarandipitywrites]

writemas (day 5)

so i read the prompts for day 5 from @agirlandherquill and it IMMEDIATELY made me think of a future scene i was going to write for Spark Signature. so... i've let this sit until i actually wrote that scene 😅 but it's done now, so here you go (shortened and redacted to avoid spoilers)!

They need to call Jules. They need to go by his apartment, tell him what happened, make a game plan and get their asses in gear because the Foundation's still fucking at it. They couldn't stop with Flor Benoit and now they're in Vy's bar, in their life and they need to do something. But they can't. They told him they can't. They already shut that door. So they do the only thing they can: they grab that bottle from the shelf and they make a drink. They throw that shit in a shaker and let the ice numb their fingers and they pack this feeling—regret or remorse or guilt or all of it—into a box and put it on the shelf. You think you can put the lid back on this, Vy? They pack it away, and hope Jules and [redacted] can figure this out. I don't think you can. They hope they can figure it out fast. I don't think that's how you are. The ice stops crashing. Vy looks around—no one new's shown up. But that voice isn't the one they usually hear. It's quiet and soothing: a cat's purr just before it scratches. It's not theirs. It's not theirs, but it's in their head. Oh, Vy. Empathy doesn't just come in a bottle; you know that. Their hand raises, frigid fingers grazing their cheek: the stitched gash across their cheekbone made by a hemomancer's blade. Jules's blood mixed with theirs. They try to find her—search the shadowy corners of their mind, hoping they might see her the way Jules saw them—but all they come up with is a quiet, blinking curiosity. A curiosity of what they'll say, what they'll do. They focus on it and think, as directly as they can: 'Does Jules know you're here?' No. He doesn't know that I can do this at all. There's a smugness to her voice. If he did, he'd tell me to leave you the hell alone. Irritation rubs against them, prickly and hot. 'So why don't you?' I wanted to tell you that you fucked up. But it sounds like you've already figured that out. Her voice is more than a voice; it's a presence, a figure looming over them, behind them. Repatriation isn't some old wound to heal, Vy; it's a bleeding gash, and the Foundation keeps popping the stitches. This is how they operate: they go for the ones who've been around a while, whose loneliness has had time to fester—me, Welwi's patients, [redacted]—and when they run out, they'll go for the younger ones. They'll take your friends and, when they're done with them, they'll start taking humans. They'll start with the ones no one will miss: the poor; the unhoused; the burnouts. A ghostly pressure weighs down on Vy's shoulder; its grip tightens until it hurts. Don't think you're immune to their greed, Vy. No one is. It's gone; she's gone. All that's left are Vy's shaking hands and the sweat sticking their shirt to their back.

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[fieriframes]

[WE'RE GONNA START WITH DICED TOMATOES, DICED ONION, THEREFORE TOOK PROMPT MEASURES TO ANNIHILATE HIM... JUST MESSING AROUND. WHAT IS THIS?]

[littleghostie]

OC-tober 4/31 - Signature Weapon

278/365

[ahsokaisawesome]

HELLO AGAIN I've been very busy with personal matters including school, but figured a good way to ground myself was to get back to drawing. Decided to try and finish a new monthly challenge, been too long since I did that so I'm dedicating the next 31 days to a new prompt idea I'm doing called Hometober. I want to capture memories and feelings from various "homes" I've experienced. They won't be 100% accurate, but they will have some correct details based on real-life events.

This first prompt is "What does home feel like", I call this "Spaciously far away". More details under a read more.

This is based on one of my childhood bedrooms in Peru; I was a month from turning 4 when we moved to Canada so this bedroom I shared with my parents in my grandmother's home was the one I remember living in the most. The outfit I'm wearing is directly from a photo my dad took that I remember loving. The bed and window are where they are in my memories as a child, though having been to that room again for the first time in years showed me how small the room really was.

The door leads to a bathroom, it was small but functional and I remember the tub feeling big even though it would have been barely enough for two adults to stand in let alone sit down.

The window was small and peered into the tiny garden surrounded by concrete walls that was next to the dining room. It had lots of plants and a small fruit tree though I can't remember what kind. I could see the neighbours down that direction too and their yards, though calling them yards are kind, they were very much just rectangles with no ceiling. The view to some would have been grey, but I remember feeling like a big kid peering into the world. Maybe the next time I see the house, if ever, I'll feel that way again.

The bed was a toddler bed with plastic sides and I remember there being a safety wall on the side but I couldn't get it to look right. Pillows were always falling because I had a big head and I felt off balanced when I used them. I still loved it, I felt like a big kid being in her own bed, despite my parents bed being just a few feet away, if even.

The carpet is the least likely thing here, I can't recall much of there being one but I have the faintest feeling there was but perhaps my mom just took it outside to be cleaned more often than not. I had similar carpets in later bedroom set ups so I figured it wouldn't hurt to add it here all the same.

2003 makes it 20 years in Canada this December, so I suppose doing this challenge was good timing. I might do something similar in December baring what projects I have to do and exams, but I'll try.

If you've read this far, thank you! See you in the next drawing! <3 Prompts will be based on this list:

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Made another drawfee based art: the one with an animal and vibe to make a furry or something, I made a ninja turtle of, sooo

I got a mathcore turtle (their name is Devon) and the music is fogo pentecostal, but I didn't pull that one up until making this post